And for now, he and I were kissing away, my sex juices from his mouth mingling with my saliva and the same spurted back into his mouth. We were holdin... each other with total ardor, kissing away wildly, and wet, sloppy kisses all over each other bodies. And then I took courage, and took his manhood into my fist. I felt powerful. When I held it and told him so. He smiled. “That is how I felt when I came down on you to take your sweet cunt into my mouth” he replied. We were now scratching away. I could not see which one he was because I was more than just a bit busy at the time. His hands were cool and rough as they felt my butt cheeks. I felt him massaging my anus with his thumb; circling, pulling, probing. Then I felt his fingers in my boi pussy trying to stretch it some. When I heard him spit on my hole, I knew he was about to enter me. He pushed in just the head of his dick at first. It really hurt and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. The hurt subsided after a few moments as. It was the most destructive hurricane to hit the United States until that time, which was September 1989, six months prior to my seventeenth birthday. I was a carefree underachieving junior in high school. I had no idea what Hugo would mean to me. I lived in Connecticut far from the wind, rain, storm surge, and inland floods.I came home that afternoon after cheerleader practice to find my mother crying in the kitchen. My first thought was that she had finally discovered my father’s. All of a suddenI hear a familiar voice say "Alissa, is that you? she answered, "OMGRoger, what are you doing here?" It was Roger from over a couple ofblocks from our house. He was our daughter's soccer coach and a distantfriend to us both. I was not sure what to do and faked that I wassleeping. I hope it did not seem rude but I could not let Roger knowwho I was. I didn't hear his ask her, but I think Roger motioned togesture who was next to her because I just heard Alissa say "oh that'smy.