Thunder shook the windows, cracking the glass in the large bedroom window over the king-size bed. Michael slept on, but it startled Bethany awake. It was a bad storm, worse than any she had ever experienced in her young life.

The roads were out, power was down, sweeping the moonless night into darkness. The waves crashing against the shoreline had hours ago left the dock and the boathouse in shambles. Where the boat and watercraft had gone was anyone's guess.

Lightning and thunder so close together, you didn't have time to count the seconds between them. It was a deadly storm.

But Michael slept on. He grew up here and was used to stormy nights like this. "It is a strong house, nothing to worry about," he kept telling her.

His sister, appropriately named after the night that she was born in, delighted in these terrifying storms. Right now, she was wide awake, dancing in the nude, singing about the rain.

Stormy is the perversion of a family member. She wields sexual power over others as easily as breathing. People who know her talk of a belief that Stormy can fetch Stormy Nights as easily as she can call her loving sub into her arms.

When he came into her life, she renamed him Buttons. She so much enjoyed pushing his buttons, he simply became Buttons, to her.

Buttons easily slid into the role of her submissive. She never asked him to become hers. It just happened naturally, like the sun caresses your skin. Buttons was always there for her. And would do anything for his Mistress. He truly is delightful to have around.

Buttons came to Stormy quite by accident. A happily married man from a secure and boring relationship. A man who loved butt-plugs, cock-rings, and ball-stretchers. Which his wife could not understand.

Fortunately for Buttons, Stormy delighted in his love for his jewelry and sex toys. Everything he wanted in life was at her fingertips.

As the night storm crashed loudly over the island, two things happened. Stormy stopped her singing and danced over Buttons and squatted over his face. Singing became moans, as her orgasm captured the force of the rain and thunder crashing against the wood and stone structure.

Upstairs, Bethany took hold of Michael's erection and mounted him in his sleep. Easily sliding it in using his last sperm injection as lube to get that beast inside of her.

Michael loves sloppy seconds, even if it is his own. Bethany rocking above Michael quickly woke both Michael and Charlotte up. Charlotte has been Michael's lover for over twenty years, while Bethany has only been in love with Michael and Charlotte for half that time. They make a good Trupple together.

Bethany met Charlotte when she first visited the clothing-optional island. There was an immediate emotional attraction between the two of them. They flirted casually, surfed, and scuba-dived together naked. And at night danced lovingly naked in each other's arms at the local bar.

By the third night of Bethany's vacation, she lost her virginity and made wildly passionate love to another woman, for the first time in her life.

Charlotte was very pleased to have Bethany in her life, and at the end of Bethany's vacation, when Bethany whispered in her ear, "Can I stay?" Charlotte could not say no.

So when Michael came home the following week, he found two sexy women snuggled up in his bed.

"You didn't tell me that a man owned this house, and this is his bed."

"Everything under this roof belongs to us, not just him. Lie in my arms and spread your legs. Welcoming my dear Michael home. Michael my love, come lay with us so that I can guide your magnificent penis deep inside her wet and pleasantly fragrant vagina. Her name is Bethany, and she is my treasure that I would love to share with you. Come, my love."

Bethany had never had a penis inside of her before. And with Charlotte's arms wrapped around her guiding Michael's penis and her other hand fondling her, She became lost in emotions and sensual feelings as her body awoke to the joy of being completely filled with hard manmeat.

Bethany's upper back was nestled comfortably on Charlotte's large breasts. The small of her back could feel the heat and moisture pouring out of Charlotte as Charlotte ground against her.

Michael's hands felt noticeably delightful on Bethany's breasts, and against her hard nipples, as Charlotte guided that monster penis slowly inside of her.

That was a slow process. Getting it in, without hurting, without tearing her, was only half the process. That penis had to be carefully guided in to create both pleasure and a deep yearning. And Charlotte knew exactly how to make that happen.

Bethany's only comment was, "Oh god" or sometimes, "Fuck!" And by the time it was three quarters the way in, her vagina was dancing around his cock with her first penis-induced orgasm.

Finally all of the way in and with Michael rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefinger, and Charlotte's fingers sliding across Bethany's swollen clit, Bethany completely lost herself in an orgasmic world. The real world had been completely forgotten.

When she slowly recovered from that massive orgasmic experience, Michael slowly began fucking her. She had never felt wetness like this before. Her entire lower back was soaked with Charlotte's feminine juices. And Bethany had created a huge puddle under and in front of her. Michael's large, heavy balls swung wetly against her in a very noticeable way. She had never felt anything like this.

And his cock. Oh my god. His cock. She had no words to describe this feeling. It felt beyond huge inside of her. He was being careful and gentle, knowing he could hurt her if he wasn't careful.

But there was no pain. Yes, a feeling of being completely filled with hard cock, ready to tear her vaginal walls. But her pleasure receptors were all firing at once. Her vagina flooded with incredible sexual energy, and wetness. Her vagina walls not just idly and quietly laying there accepting this monster invasion, but actively gripping and pulsating around it, actively drawing it in, begging for another intense orgasm.

Then it happened. Shoving her cervix impossibly high inside of her body, his penis completely disappeared within Bethany. The impossible happened. Screaming, "Oh fuck, YES!" she exploded into orgasm as his huge balls emptied deep inside her unprotected womb.

Now years later during a horrific storm Bethany road Michael's cock as Charlotte swung her thigh over his face, receiving kisses across her soft skin as it glided by.

Settling her vagina over his nose, she sighed as it penetrated her and his tongue swept out across her clit, bringing it to full awareness.

Rocking wetly over his face, she took Bethany's breasts into her hands and pulled her in for a deep yearning kiss.

Oh my god, how she loved kissing this woman. Pure heaven swept through her from lips to lower lips. Bethany returned the kiss with passion and a deep craving to express her love.

Bethany rocked the penis inside her, feeling it sweep back and forth inside her with such an intense amount of pleasure, the storm was almost forgotten outside.

First Bethany, then Charlotte roared through orgasms, completely soaking Michael and the bed under him.

Still kissing, they rolled off of Michael in unison. Michael rolled in the other direction, sliding off the bed and escaping the huge puddle he was lying in.

Grabbing a hand towel, he headed downstairs, drying himself along the way.

As he passed his sister, he playfully placed the towel over her head, getting giggles from her as he headed towards the kitchen.

With beers in hand, he headed back into the living room, handing one to Stormy. No point in trying to talk to her while she was face-sitting. She was in her zone.

He looked out of the thick stormproof glass and watched as the last of the boathouse disappeared from the force of waves, rain, and strong winds. The thunder was still an almost constant, close booming, but the lightning flashes were not as large or bright.

Finishing his beer, he collected his sister's empty bottle and, after kissing her on the top of the head, dropped the empty bottles in the kitchen before heading back upstairs into the arms of the two women that he loved.

Behind him, he heard Stormy saying, "Yes, baby, yes. Swallow every drop."

Buttons swallowed eagerly as the warm liquid filled his mouth. His cock was throbbing in its intense need to ejaculate. Precum dripped from his bouncing cock, creating a puddle on his tummy.

He barely noticed Michael in the room. He wanted Michael to turn and watch him service Stormy, but he knew Michael would not. Michael loved watching these storms.

Buttons craved an audience. Buttons craved being allowed to cum. He wasn't getting either. Michael disappeared back upstairs without seeming to notice the facesitting.

But why would he? Stormy sat on Button's face every day. She sat endlessly. Nobody noticed anymore. Buttons was a submissive exhibitionist. He was rarely told to put on clothes.

Stormy decided what butt-plugs, cock-rings, ball-stretchers, cock-cages, nipple jewelry, and toe rings he was to wear on his hairless body.

She proudly took him on walks letting the entire island know he was hers, his cock rings and ball stretcher making a beautiful sound as they bounced together on each step that he took. Throughout the island, people were used to the sound and knew whenever this almost always naked man was around.

Buttons had a beautiful cock. Not huge, it comfortably fit in any mouth. And Stormy enjoyed watching him unload in someone's mouth. That was the only place he was allowed to cum. Sperm is meant to be eaten after all, right?

So when he accidenly squirted his cum anywhere else, like he did during this stormy night, he was naturally expected to scoop the sperm off of his hairless tummy, bring it to his mouth, and swallow it.

Stormy squatting over his face, him licking and sucking her, is always intensely pleasurable for Buttons. This stormy night, with balls exceptionally full, and him crazy turned on by her, had him trembling with a desperate need to cum.

His upper lip constantly teasing her fully erect clit, his wide tongue sliding between the folds of her labia, darting in to tickle and tease her urethra, sliding in to draw out the ever increasing wetness from her vaginal opening, flicking back up over her urethral opening to snuggle under her clit, made her rain down on him.

She just let it flow out of her as her orgasm rolled through her. Buttons drank greedily. Her orgasm was long and wet. He swallowed everything.

Standing on shaking legs, she instructed Buttons to eat the sperm he ejaculated all over himself in his eagerness to enjoy her orgasm.

Grabbing Michael's hand-towel, she dried herself as she headed over to sit on a big overstuffed chair. Her chair. Nobody ever dared to sit in her chair.

Buttons brought her a sparkling water with a slice of lemon, then sat at her feet and began to rub them. Massage was one of his important daily duties.

The storm was getting worse. The waves were crashing over the seawall, across the grass, sweeping over the now-empty patio areas. How strange to see water where chairs sat only yesterday.

As the automatic storm shutters closed over all the doors and windows, the sounds of the storm became quieter. Making it possible to talk without yelling. Soon, huge waves came crashing against the house. The sump pumps kicked on in the basement. Emergency lights came on. And the pure darkness the shutters created slipped away.

Stormy casually rose up to her feet, hugging Buttons' face to her breast on the way. She adores him and treats him with love and respect. Walking across the large house with Buttons following felt nice—Homey and natural.

As she settled into the chair to watch the storm crashing against the house on the monitors, Buttons snuggled up on the floor beside her and she gently pulled his face into her lap.

Stroking his hair, she watched the storm in amazement. The house was now surrounded by water. The boathouse, docks and seawall looked to be gone. The road on the far side of the house swept away into the sea hours ago. They were now separated from the rest of the island.

And she was entranced with it all. With the big, solid, water-tight shutters protecting the house, her monitors were her only way to watch the storm remake the island. And huge storms like this one changed the island in many interesting ways.

One year, the storm brought her a yapping, howling puppy with some floating storm junk. She naturally named this high-energy, happy dog Rumpuss. Right now, he was sleeping under the desk where she sat, her toes buried in his black fur.

As a puppy, Rumpuss could only be described as The Tasmanian Devil. Running like crazy throughout the house, a seemingly wild and untamed personality. An extremely happy dog after his near-death storm experience. His rescuer, Stormy, became his life.

Totally devoted to her, he became a highly trained companion and skilled guard dog. Extremely friendly to everyone, Rumpuss loved people, he was always welcome wherever Stormy went.

But everyone on the island knew, fuck with Stormy and sharp teeth will quickly be drawing your blood. People respected that, and only a few people received minor injuries.

As Rumpuss licked her feet and Buttons slept with his head on her thigh, Stormy watched a large tree go by in the pounding surf. God, she loved these storms.

Hopefully, she thought, the tree will end up on her side of the island. Then she will take the backhoe and dig a hole for its roots and pull it upright and replant it, if the storm hasn't killed it. Storms have no mercy on a small island like this.

Upstairs, Charlotte was on her knees at the side of the bed, face soaked in pussy juice, thunder loud in her ears trying to drown out the crys of Bethany's enthusiastic thrashing orgasms. Michael's fabulous cock sliding smoothly in and out of Charlotte's rectum making her orgasms join Bethany's.

A tremendous flash of lightning lit the room as Michael held himself tightly within her, filling her rectum with his tasty cum. The women's orgasms subsided and the room became quiet for the first time in hours.

As the sun crept over the horizon, the crashing waves disappeared. The howling winds turned into silence. And Michael withdrew his cock. The two women snuggled up to sleep and Michael stepped into the shower.

Sex and storms empowered Michael, and he couldn't wait for the waters to recede and the shutters to open up, so he could go outside to explore and see what the storm had brought him, and what it had taken away.