You kneel between Erin's legs and run your hands along her slender thighs: the outside first, then the sensitive inner sides. Your hands stop just inches from Erin's love box and you smile, looking into her eyes.
"I'd never hurt you," you say, "but I can help you lick up your wounds." With that you kiss the top of her pussy gently, feeling her hairs tickle your nose. Erin moans, grabbing your head and guiding it further into her pussy. You take it as a sign of approval and start doing what you just did with Britney, only gentler, focusing more on kissing and licking than on sucking and thrusting. You don't want to accidently cause Erin any pain.
Meanwhile, Britney has recovered from the orgasm you gave her and decides to show attention to your needs, or rather need: a thick one sticking out from between your legs. She kneels behind you and hugs your chest, caressing it gently. Her right hand then slides down to your stomach and further, grabbing a hold of your cock. While you suck and lick Erin's pussy, Britney's hands pump your shaft, while her large breasts rest against your back. She whispers sexy obscenities into your ear when she's not sucking on your earlobe.
"That's right , suck off my sis. Eat her pussy, she likes that," Britney whispers, while jerking you off. "You have a big cock, ," she continues, "are you going to cum for me? Shoot it, shoot it right on my hand, I'm going to lick it up, just like Erin did. Come on, , let it go."
This is quite enough. You loudly moan and groan into Erin's pussy, pumping out your load of sperm over Britney's hands. The extra vibrations and stimulations from your orgasm set off Erin's own. She comes in synch with you, grinding your face against her sloppy pussy. The three of you collapse into a tangled pile of semi-naked bodies, love juices making a big mess.
You and Erin still bathe in the afterglow of your orgasms when Britney stands up and gets dressed again. You watch the beautiful blonde while she finds and puts on her panties, adjusts her clothes and fixes her hair. Britney turns to the two of you, your head still resting between Erin's legs and smiles at the picture.
"Don't mean to ruin the fun, guys," she says, "but we should probably get back to the business of survival."
"Yeah, you're right," you moan in a slow relaxed tone. You turn your head and give the sensitive insides of Erin's thighs a kiss before standing up.
You get dressed, and so does Erin, while Britney makes a fire and empties two cans of chili into the bowl for heating. The three of you sit next to the fire and start discussing the plan of action for the day. You are surprised to find how much easier it is to be in the company of these girls now and how much faster solutions to countless problems facing you now come. You realize that yesterday a lot of your brain power was dedicated to figuring out how to get into their pants - consciously or subconsciously. Now, you are no longer as distracted by Erin's lucious red lips, or the way Britney's breasts push out her tight T-shirt, showing the outlines of her bra. The three of you are now a unit.
"I think we best stick togeather at all times," you suggest and the girls nod in agreement. "It's too easy for one person to be caught off guard. Now, for the long-term strategy. We can't stay in this basement forever. It's too easy to sneak up on, difficult to defend, heat and there's no smoke exhaust."
"Listen," jumps in Erin enthusiasticly. "Why don't we get out of the city? We don't know what fraction of people survived, but there's bound to be more survivers in the city than in the country. We'll run a smaller chance of meeting some gang there."
"Yeah," adds Britney. "Remeber when we spent the summer at Uncle Rober's farm?"
"Oh my God," exclaims Erin. "That was like the dullest summer ever!"
"No," cries Britney. "That's not the point! We saw how the farm works, we know how to take care of animals and stuff. We can hide on some farm in the middle of nowhere, make our own food and stuff. Nobody is ever going to find us untill this whole thing is over!"
"That's excellent," you say. "The virus didn't seem to effect the animals too much, at least judging by the number of stray dogs and rats we've seen. We can probably find a secluded farm with a good herd of animals, its own well and maybe even an orchard if we drive a few hundred miles west. It's bound to have all the tools and everything else we need to last the winter and even much longer. Let's make it our long-term goal."
"Agreed," say the girls.
"But we'll need a lot of things to get there," you continue. "So, let's keep this place as a temporary base for the next few days while we find everything we need to get out of the city." The girls nod again.
"We'll need a car," says Britney.
"Weapons and ammo," you add.
"Gas, plenty of clothes, especially winter ones. I doubt we can find or make many good ones in the country," says Erin.
"Food, of course. We can never have too much of it."
"Tools."
"Medicine."
"Batteries."
"Plenty of matches and lighters."
"Sugar. It's necessary, but almost impossible to make ourselves."
"Ski."
"Ski?"
"Yes, Ski," says Erin. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk through a couple feet of snow when it hasn't been plowed?"
"Good point."
You spend the next couple of hours compiling a full list, which you write down with your only pencil on the back side of the paper labels ripped off a used chili can. The discussion is long and heated, but rational, as you try to balance the risks of staying in the city for too long with the risks of leaving without some important items. Eventually the list is finalized and the three of you get ready to move out. You check your gun, the only firearm among the three of you, and realize that you only have a few bullets left.
"Weapons are going to have to be our first priority," you say.
"Yeah, can't argue," says Britney examining a piece of debris that could function as a club. "We're gonna be not winning many fights with that!"
Her sister armed herself with an old cracked bottle. She smiles apologetically at you: "it's better than nothing." You give her your most reassuring smile, pat her on the shoulder and open the door. The stairs are quiet and you cautiously lead the girls up. |