How to survive a blizzard with a BANG!
Chapter 3.
When we last left our hero (me), I had just been busted by
my girlfriend when she walked into a little New Year's
eve party that had somehow turned into an all out orgy. Even
though I tried to explain that I didn't mean to be fucking
that strange girls tits and eating that other one's
pussy, I couldn't help myself. She somehow dumped
me anyways, leaving me froggy and fuckless.
To pass the time I hung out with my friend, Art. He had been
dating the same girl, Pat, for about three years so I would
tag along with them, hitting the bars and trying to get lucky.
Three or four weeks went by and I was starting to really feel
the pain of pussy separation. Until one night when we ended
up back at Pat's apartment after a night of bar hopping
and general luckless carousing. We crashed there for a
while, easing down a bottle of wine and chatting with Art,
Pat, and one of her roommates, Shelly. Shelly was medium
height, medium build, medium good looking - just about
medium everything, with the exception of an impressive
set of hooters. I had never made a move on her before, as she
had a steady boyfriend who went to a different college.
Later that night, as Art & Pat went back into her bedroom
for some one on one fucking, I got up to leave. Shelly held
up the bottle of wine and asked me to stay and help her finish
it off. I think you can get kicked out of the musicians union
for turning down free booze, so naturally I sat back down
and we passed the bottle back and forth, shooting the shit.
As I was getting drunker and drunker, I couldn't help
but keep staring at her wondrous tits pushing out from a
tight sweater.
The talk eventually worked its way around to our love lives
and I told her a censored version of getting dumped by my
girlfriend and how I had hit a long dry spell. She said she
noticed I had been staring at her chest and with that she
lifted her sweater up over her head, shoved her tits in my
face and told me I might as well get a better look at them.
They were even better looking up close and personal. With
my dick springing to attention in my jeans, I quickly started
fondling and suckling those puppies. This went on for several
minutes when she asked me if I wouldn't like to fuck
those babies.
Not needing to be asked twice, I tore off my sweat shirt and
jeans, as she did the same. I lay back on the couch and she
surrounded my stiff cock with those lovely boobs and I started
pumping and pumping. She began moaning louder and louder.
Finally, not wanting to wake up the rest of the apartment,
she asked if we could go to my place for a night cap. I stuffed
my throbbing cock into my jeans as she pulled on my sweatshirt
and we rushed to my car. I got the car headed to my place she
pulled up her shirt, grabbed my right hand and pressed it
against her naked pussy. I fingered her all the way to my
place as she squirmed in ecstasy.
We barely made it in the front door when she dug my still rock
hard dick out of my jeans and started giving me one of the
best blow jobs of my life. She wouldn't stop long enough
to get to my bedroom so I had to maneuver us into the bedroom
with her lips firmly attached to my dick with more suction
than a Hoover. We crashed down on my bed and she pushed her
legs over my shoulders and begged me to fuck her lights out.
I did my very best to oblige ramming my 12" woody in
and out and in and out and in and out.
We not only fucked most of that night away, but managed to
work in a good fucking once or twice as week for the next 2
years until she graduated. If you are wondering about the
blizzard, that part is cuming up. I had to set the stage.
The blizzard started on February night as rain, turned
to freezing rain, and then turned to snow. The TV stations
were talking about the blizzard of the century approaching
so I figured I better go out and make preparations. I picked
up my tobaggon outside and started trudging toward the
carry out for beer! After all, you wouldn't want to
become stranded in a blizzard without beer!
I picked up three or four cases of Genesse Cream Ale and headed
back home. Pat and Shela and their two other room mates lived
on my way back so it occurred to me that the gentlemanly thing
to do would be to check on them. When I got there they were
all freaking. Their boyfriends, all of whom lived in different
towns, had called telling them how bad the TV said we were
getting hit. At about the same time the electricity went
out. I told them to never fear, as I had BEER and we laughed
and started working down some Genne 16 ouncers. As they
had electric heat, it started to get colder and colder in
there. I suggested we blaze a path to my place because as
least I had a gas stove to warm the place.
We got there, fired up the oven & continued to work down
the beers. After about an hour or two of this, a couple of
the girls had passed out & the other two were nodding,
so I got up and went into the kitchen to check on the oven.
I didn't realize Pat had sneaked up behind me until
I turned around and literally bumped right up against her.
Not Pat was a beauty. The popular song at the time was "My
Best Friend's Girlfriend" and Ric Ocasic might
just as well have written that song for me. I had always dreamed
of putting the rod and stones to her, but had restrained
myself in deference to my pal, Art. Well Pat had other ideas.
Without saying a word, she fell to her knees, unzipped my
jeans and pulled out my soft penis. Believe me, once it got
the signal, it didn't take my dick but seconds to leap
to attention right before her very eyes. "Oh my",
was all she said as she placed her lips around my stiff dick
and began blowing the life out of me.
We must have made some sort of noise because we were just
getting started when my fuckbuddy, Shelly, wandered into
the kitchen. "Hey", she said, "that's
MY cock." I told her to be cool that there was enough
to go around. So she stripped her cloths off, sat her naked
ass on the kitchen table, lifted her pussy to the sky so I
could eat it while Pat knelt under the table continuing
her righteous blow job. Well don't you know it but our
moans and groans must have awakened Kate, another roommate,
and she peeked around the kitchen door to see what the heck
it was we were doing. Not wanting to be left out, she stripped
her cloths off and started rubbing her naked breasts up
and down my back, reaching around trying to remove my dick
from Pat's mouth so she could play with it.
It was getting a little crowded in there so we made our way
to the bedroom, being careful not to disturb the still sleeping
4th room mate, Alie. We made it into the bed room where, after
a game of rock, hammer, scissors, it was decided I would
start out by fucking Pat's sweet, sweet pussy, while
eating Shelia's snatch and finger fucking Kate. On
a rotation schedule unknown to me, they periodically switched
places and I fucked each of them, one after the other after
the other, and on and on until I had blown a load into each
of them. Well not exactly. In respect for Art, I pulled out
of Pat at the last moment and blew a huge load all over her
tits. My jism didn't last long though, as Shelia and
Kate immediately licked it off, fighting to see who could
lick up the most cum.
Well we finally collapsed into exhaustion and the four
of us spent the night, naked in bed. I don't know where
Alie slept, but sometime before dawn I was awoken by the
sensation of someone's tongue licking up and down
my dick. I opened my eyes and there was Alie, sucking my dick
back to full hardness. She paused long enough to mention
how pissed she was at being left out and went right back to
work on my cock. It didn't take long until the other
babes woke up and demanded to join in the fun. We were back
to a FOUR chick rotation, with me doing my best to fuck each
pussy that placed itself in front of me while at the same
time doing my best with my mouth and hands to keep the other
three hot and wet and ready.
We lost count of the screams and the orgasms as we fucked
like this most of the morning. I eventually passed out from
sheer exhaustion (and beer) and it seems as though the four
girls kept it going among themselves for a time. It's
kinda hazy, but later that afternoon we were awakened by
the phone. It was Art. I had called and told him the night
before that I was gonna take all the girls to my place for
heat & he had been alright with that. Good thing for
me he trusted me. Hey! His trust was well placed. I DID pull
out and blow my load all over her titties, didn't I?
Anyways, Art said that our city was under 24 hour total curfew,
but said that if we could walk out to the highway on the edge
of town, he'd come over and pick us all up and take us
back to his town which hadn't been hit so bad. It was
only about a quarter mile so we said sure.
Even thought the drifts were 20 feet high in places, we managed
to make it out of town and back to civilization. The girls
and I kept our survival secrets to ourselves and only Shelia
and I kept up as fuck buddies. But we all shared a night of
wild assed fucking we'll never forget!
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