Hurricane Party Gangbang

Hurricane Party Gangbang

           Last year I had a trip planned to go to Charleston, South Carolina, to visit my friend Scott.  We had met through a mutual friend years ago and remained friends ever since.  We occasionally texted or Facebook messaged each other to keep up with each other’s lives.  Seeing each other once or twice a year while attending friend’s weddings or events, we’d always find time to sneak off into a hiding spot and hook up.  Then the next morning, blow kisses goodbye and say, “See you at the next wedding.”

           My trip was planned for early September, so I was hoping to visit for a few days and return back to Vegas.  With a huge hurricane looming in the Caribbean, I was wondering if I should even go.  So I called Scott and asked his opinion.  He assured me it was fine and should still plan on my trip.

           So I packed all my warm fall clothes into two huge suitcases, even though I was only going for a few days and boarded my flight.  You know me, always over packing.  Upon arriving in Charleston, the airport was packed.  I couldn’t figure out why so many people were visiting South Carolina in September.  So Scott met me in baggage claim and even had a boutique of flowers for me too.  What a sweetheart! 

           I said, “Why is the airport so busy?”

           Scott replied, “Everyone is getting out.  The storm has moved faster than expected and we’re in a Voluntary Evacuation right now.” 

           “OMG Scott, are you freaking kidding me?!” I said.

           He chuckled and replied, “Oh don’t worry, we ride out these storms every year.  The hurricane parties are so much fun!”

           With the hurricane due to make landfall in two days, we hurried back to his place to continue preparing.  Scott was so prepared, he had everything we needed for a few days without power and electricity. 

           With most of the residents gone, the town looked like a ghost town.  The last few remaining stores, bars, and restaurants were open before closing until after the storm moved through.  One of the bars was a hometown favorite and planned on being open as soon as the storm was over.  Even if there was still a curfew. 

           It was a small, hole in the wall, joint and was decorated with only the finest of decor such as a neon PBR sign.  Beer by the can and cash only.  We decided to stop in that night after dinner, just to see who was staying in town and braving the storm.  Scott pointed out most of his usual friends to me and said that they’d be here to hangout with us after the storm rolled through. 

           Lenny, an older guy with short grey hair but in relatively good shape for someone his age.  Tony, a local doctor, who had to stay in town and cover a shift at the hospital.  He smiled and waved to a few other guys but we didn’t actually talk to them while there.  I could tell Scott was not only a regular but a favorite because we walked right up to the bar and one of the guys hopped out of his seat and gave it to me.  So kind of him to do for me. 

           Who said chivalry is dead?  Haha

           Just under the glowing PBR sign, was an ice bucket with a hand written sign that said, “$2 jello shots.”

           Another Sharpie sign stated, “Hurricane Punch, $3.”  I raised both hands in joy and said, “I’ve have one of each,” to the bartender.  Then hit Scott on the arm and said, “Pay the lady!”  We all giggled about that. 

           Scott said, “I’ll have the same!”

           After a few rounds of each, Scott and I decided to walk back to his place since it was only a few blocks away from his local hangout. 

           The next day was crazy!

           At about 8am, the storm rolled through.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  It was raining so hard and the wind was blowing trees everywhere.  Luckily, it only lasted about  six hours and then moved up the coast.  There was minor damage throughout the city but nothing that proved too devastating.  We both went out later in the afternoon and started cleaning up all the debris in front of his house and a few of his neighbors.  After we decided to walk around town and scope out the scene. 

           It was so surreal. 

           Over 90 percent of the city had evacuated so the town was empty.  There were downed trees in the streets and branches everywhere.  You couldn’t even see the road, they were covered with so much leaves and branches, it was just a path of green. 

           We took a few pictures and then decided to head back to the local hangout to start the after party.  This local spot was always one of the few places in town that always had power after each storm.  So we rolled in, in true hurricane party fashion and ordered another round of jello shots and hurricane punch. 

           About an hour later, I was so drunk.  I was laughing and chatting with everyone.  I was everyone’s best friend. 

           Lenny and Tony, arrived soon after and brought a few of their neighbors with them.  One of them was a very handsome fireman who had just got off his shift and his roommate was with him too. 

           Everyone continued drinking hurricane punch and having a good time.  After a while, I saw Tony whispering to the fireman and his roommate.  Then the fireman started whispering to Scott. 

           I was like, “What are y’all whispering about?” 

           I responded, “Well I’m like one of the guys this weekend so fill me in.” 

           Tony laughed, “Oh hun, you’re way too hot to be one of the guys.” 

           “OMG whatever!” As I rolled my eyes. 

           There was a mandatory curfew at 9pm so we had to leave the bar by 8:40pm to get back to Scott’s house in time.  There were police cars driving through the street enforcing the curfew so we didn’t want to get caught, drunk in public.

           So at 8:30pm, Tony paid the tab and said, “Let’s go, after party is at Scott’s house.”

           “Wait, what?  They’re all coming back to Scott’s house.”  I thought to myself. 

           I whispered in a drunk slur to Scott, “What about the curfew?”

           “It’s ok, we all live on the same block.”  He said back to me.

           So Scott and I, along with Lenny, Tony, and the two firemen, grabbed one for the road and headed to Scott’s townhome. 

           Little did I know, the party had just begun for all of us.

           Scott lived in a beautiful historic townhome that had the resemblance of the Civil War area.  There was a garden level condo, that you entered from the street level.  He mostly rented it out as an Air B & B, to people traveling to Charleston on vacation.  It was obviously empty during the evacuation so he unlocked the door and we all entered. 

           Scott and Tony both went up stairs to Scott’s place to grab more drinks and a speaker dock for is iPhone, so we could listen to some music. 

           Apparently since I was a bit drunk and just enjoying life, I was completely oblivious to the real intentions of this after party.  But they quickly reeled me back in and the hurricane gangbang started.

           At first, Tony, the doctor who supplied everyone with Viagra, took me into one of the bedrooms and lifted up my jean skirt.  I knew what was about to happen and I was all for it.  He bent me over the Victorian style bed and squirted some lube on my trans hole.  Without any further hesitation, he pulled into me and I moaned in pleasure.  I didn’t realize but he left the door to the bedroom open and the rest of the group was watching from the kitchen. 

          

           The Lenny came in and sat on the bed in front of me.  His full erection in hand, grabbed my ponytail and shoved his bulbous head into my mouth.  Even though I was fully occupied, I looked around the room and saw the two young and sexy firemen standing naked and waiting their turn.  Scott, standing there beside them, recording all of it.

           With both Lenny and Tony in full action and Tony balls deep inside me, Lenny wanted his turn.  He hopped off the bed and grab my ass, telling Tony he wanted some ass.  Standing there with his spit covered cock, he slammed into me and gave me a few hard thrusts before filling me up with his climax.  Tony stepped right back in to deposit his party favors too.  Soon after, Tony also filled me up with his hurricane. 

           Still bent over the bed, wearing nothing but my white spaghetti strap tank top, my jean skirt on the floor next to my wedges. 

           As Tony and Lenny stepped aside, the firemen knew it was their turn.  They were both so cute and in shape.  Both fully erect, the two fire boys flipped me over and pulled me to the edge of the bed.  The taller one stood in front of me and pulled my feet up to his chest. While holding my feet, he pushed into me and buried his shaft deep inside me.  With every thrust, I slid further and further on the bed.  The other fire boy was kneeling beside my head and injected his fully swollen member into my mouth.  Both of them commenting on how cute my freshly painted red toes were.  As the tall one kept delivering his hose, deeper and deeper into me, he grabbed my foot and started sucking on my toes.  I was in a complete state of euphoria.  Even though I was grounded to the bed and being stabbed in both my holes, my world was spinning around me as if I were inside the eye of the hurricane. 

           The tall fire boy gave me one last hard thrust before he moaned in pleasure and emptied his long hose inside me.  He was so deep when he came, I could feel him hose unload.  The other fire boy ripped his cock out of my mouth and proclaimed it was his turn.  Without a need for KY lube, due to three loads dripping out of me, he quickly slid into me.  The first fire boy took his spot on the bed and grabbed both of my ankles.  Spreading both my legs open for his friend, I grabbed the sheets in sheer fear of being fucked off the bed.  But I knew I was in safe hands with my cute fire boys and submitted to the second long hose.  The second fire boy took his time and gave me a nice slow fuck for almost 30 minutes.  With such great stamina, he slid in and out of me, over and over again. 

           It was such a sensory overload and my head felt like it was going to explode.  My body was tingling from my head to my toes.  I kept praising his performance and encouraging him to give me more. 

           “Fill me up baby!” I requested.

           “Ya, breed that ass dude.”  Lenny cheered on.

           “Ya, fill that ass up bro.  I’m ready to make her cum.”  Demanded Scott. 

           “OMG, I couldn’t believe Scott said that!” I thought.  I don’t cum very often but I knew Scott knew what to do to make me cum.  He loved making me orgasm and shoot my load all over us. 

           And just like that, the second fireman thrusted hard and deposited his load deep inside me. 

           Scott was so drunk and quickly climbed onto the bed.  I was a sloppy cum mess but he didn’t care.  I knew what he was going to do and he wasted no time doing it.  He grabbed hold of my ass and slid me further onto the bed. 

           “Hey y’all want me to make her shoot her load all over the bed?”  Scott said in a drunken slur.

           “Fuck ya man,” the group cheered. 

           I knew exactly what he was going to do.  He laid me on my back and put both of my legs up on his shoulders.  I reached down and grabbed his ass cheeks with both of my hands.  He laid fully on top of me and just started fucking me.  Hold my legs against his shoulders, while holding the sides of my face with his hands. 

           And just kept a slow fucking rhythm and kissing me on my lips.  Looking into my eyes and kissing me. 

           “OMG!  OMG!  I’m going to cum!”  I screamed. 

           Just as I started to cum, Scott leaned up just enough to expose my trans clit and allow everyone to watch the show.  I couldn’t hold it back any longer.  I exploded into an intense orgasm and shot a huge load, all over both of our stomachs and chests.  One pump actually shot up over my head and onto the pillow. 

           Laying there in utter defeat, the rest of the men cheered and applauded my performance.  Fully knowing Scott was doing everything he humanly could to hold his load long enough for me to cum, he laid back down on top of me.  As soon as his lips met mine, he exploded. 

           He was so tired and drunk.

           He just turned his head toward the guys and suggested they show themselves out and lock the door behind them.

           Still inside me and totally exhausted, he kissed me goodnight one last time and collapsed onto me until morning.