Hurricane Season

A gullible woman is tricked into signing up for a free trip to paradise. In return, she must "play" with the owners of a private island in a FFM romp. She experiences some firsts- lesbian sex, anal sex, and spanking, and discovers she loves them all. With a fun twist at the end, this story will make you smile. And maybe something more.

What readers say about Hurricane Season:

From TT Tales, erotica author

What a great story. Loved it all, from the gullibility, to the trickiness, hot nasty sex and fun twist at the end. I got way too many ideas from this. Now I just have to buy me a little private island...

From ILienBagby, erotica author

Hurricane Season is a delight; although a bit farfetched, it seems completely real....Ms. Gullible's voice as she relates her tale is exact, consistent and the voice of a person I can (1) believe, and (2) like. Oh, and, of course, the sex is magnificent!

Excerpt:

Martín whispered something to Carla. She got an inquisitive look on her face and asked, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"Oh, no," I said, blushing. "It's just been a while."

My first lover had told me that virginity could grow back after two years of abstinence. I found out that wasn't true when I explained to my gynecologist that I was indeed a virgin. It was quite embarrassing to have him laughing at me while he had two fingers in my pussy, that's for sure. Being gullible sucks.

I stood, holding the back of the couch to maintain my balance as I gulped down my second glass of wine. Martín stood behind me, pulling my unbuttoned shirt off. I decided at that moment to enjoy the vacation and hope for the best, which turned out to be my second bad decision.

Chapter Three

Heather and Carla sat in wicker chairs, facing me. Martín remained behind me, pulling off my clothes, one piece at a time. I was nervous, but I arched my back a little as Martín's warm hands grazed my nipples then cupped my breasts. When all my clothes were on the floor, Martín placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him.

"No puedo esperar," he said, as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Martín," Carla said, "You really can't wait? You're just being greedy."

I hadn't realized that Martín hadn't spoken out loud at all up to that point. Now it dawned on me that he didn't speak English. "Está bien," I said, as I helped him remove his pants.

He placed his hands on my head and gently pushed me to my knees. I took a moment to examine the long, rather thick cock in front of me. His balls were shaved, and a drop of pre-cum had pooled in his slit. I placed my hands on his ass and drew him closer. I licked the pre-cum from the head and realized that it had been almost a year since I had a cock in my mouth. The realization sent a shudder through my body, and I slammed his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. He moaned out loud.

Heather said, "This is going to be a great weekend."