Hurricane Party

She giggled underneath of Krystal, "well that just figures doesn't it?"

Sliding off of Erin, she chuckled, "I suppose it does. Though, it is the least surprising thing to happen so far today. Speaking of surprises, well, I was kind of thinking. That guy that came out to the water...I didn't see any photos of a wife, did you?"

"No...." Erin wondered a little to where she was going with this and wondering if they'd had a similar thought train.

"Well," her teeth played with her lower lip, "I can't say I think he's gotten his treat yet and I'd just hate to be a poor guest, wouldn't you?"

Erin grinned at the question, "oh no, that would just be a horrid idea wouldn't it? Have an idea of how to remedy this situation?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Krystal leaned in, feeling about till she could put her lips close to Erin's ear and whisper her plan.

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Scott had slipped out of his wet clothes into a pair of boxers and gym shorts, then wandered back out to the living room. He'd quirked a brow at some of the noises he heard from the guest room but explained them off as wind noises, not caring or wanting to know their true source. Instead he was more enjoying the minor case of mission high he'd gotten from his venture out, feeling the adrenaline bleed off, and that unlike after most missions he could help the bleed off with a beer immediately afterwards. When the power went out, he noted the time on his wristwatch, making a mental note of how often he'd want to start the generator to save his fridge and freezer.

To the couch he flopped, sipping at his beer and wondering a little if the ladies intended to come out of the room. The chance to have a little human interaction beyond a bar or the classroom was what he looked forwards to. Well that and the one he presumed was the camera operator was fairly attractive and he guessed a little closer to his age than the obviously fresh out of college reporter. When he heard the floorboards behind him creak, he called out, "I hope the sweats fit somewhat closely. Sorry they're not close enough but uh, yeah, as you might guess I'm the only one who lives here."

He heard the camerawoman answer back, her voice seeming to be on the giddy side, "Oh, they're quite nice, thank you for everything you've done." Moments later he felt a pair of hands slide over his eyes and her voice just above a husky whisper, "Trick or Treat?"

"Erm ummm, treat?" He asked cautiously, not sure if he really wanted to know what the trick was. Maybe it was too many horror movies but he figured to err on the side of caution. There was the rustling of material and the squeak of a floorboard before he felt the front of his shorts and boxers be pulled down to his mid-thigh. "What the..?" He got out before feeling a hand wrap around his soft cock and gingerly lift it up.

"Mmmm you were right, he does have a nice one Krystal," came Erin's voice, giving him the impression that she was the one currently fondling him. Right after that he felt a warm, moist caress over the head of his cock as her tongue rolled around it and was soon followed by her lips closing in around him. Taking that it was better to not ask questions, he allowed himself to relax and let the moment flow. As his muscles lost their tension, he felt Krystal's fingers leave his face followed shortly after by the sound of her moving around the couch.

A second mouth joined the first, this one working on the base of his cock, her tongue rolling along the sensitive underside. The duo quickly enchanted his cock to rise, much to their giggly delight. He was almost afraid to touch them, not wanting to break the spell of the two women and their task. Krystal worked her way up towards the head, he could feel Erin tilt her head as the two began to share a kiss over the tip of his cock.

The pair of lips traveled up and down his shaft, tongues writhing over it, while breasts were bouncing against his thighs. Lightly Scott placed his hands upon their shoulders, just to feel the two of them as they worked over his cock. One pair left his cock and he heard a little whispering then an anxious nod just before one of the women rose. The saliva on his cock caught the cool air for a few seconds before he felt the warmth of a damp pussy pressing against the head and then slowly sliding down upon his member.

The mouth that had been upon his cock slid down to his heavy set of balls, gently taking one into the warmth to caress it with her tongue. Softly she suckled upon him as his rider began to bounce over half of his shaft. His hands came to rest upon the hips of his rider, feeling the muscles tense and relax as she slowly rode him. With each stroke she worked her way lower, taking just a little more of him within herself.

Hands came to rest upon his shoulders as she leaned forwards, his own sliding up a slender waist to rest upon the sides of her chest. Softly he encouraged her to keep working her way down, his lips letting out soft moans with each stroke down till he felt her thighs press against his. It was at that point the mouth on his balls left and he felt a figure take a seat alongside of him. His hand slipped down to the warm, damp spot between the girls thighs, gently pushing them open so he could slip a pair of fingers within her. She leaned against his shoulder while parting her thighs a little more for access.

Quickly his fingers took up the same pace as the woman riding him, his ears filled with the sweet moans of the two ladies. He set his mind to wander to think about technical diagrams to try and stave off the growing feeling of orgasm. Thumb came to rub against her clit while his other hand slid further up to find a hard nipple and gently pinch it. Just as he was feeling like he could no longer hold back, the pitch of moans began to increase as the girls reached their own climax.

The woman riding him slammed down hard as she peaked, her pussy throbbing over his cock, milking cum out of him. She collapsed against his chest, breathing hard as he flooded her insides. Slowly the trio slid against the side of the couch, his cock popping free of the velvet vice, as they cuddled together. The familiar but nearly forgotten need for post orgasmic sleep amplifying the stress bleed off and delivering them quickly into slumber.

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The hum of the freezer motor kicking back on startled him out of his slumber. It took a couple of seconds for him to realize that he was trapped beneath two nude women, bringing a little grin to his lips. Slowly he divested himself of the entanglement, looking down at the two women for a second prior to turning around and making a quick tour of the house. His steps had a light spring to them, his confidence overflowing. It was a damned good start to the day and he had the feeling it was only going to get even better.