Story 36 #3
He couldn’t believe what she was saying. He told himself that he had to be wrong about her intent. This couldn’t be real. Could it?
But then she reached up and stroked his face. She stepped in even closer. When he looked down at her face, he couldn't help but see the swell of her breasts in her dress, the line between them.
She leaned toward him and kissed him lightly on his lips. Then, she pulled back and looked up into his eyes.
“If this is what you want,” she said to him, “it’s right here for the taking.”
He paused for a moment. This woman he had lusted over - was she really offering this to him on a plate? A part of him thought that it had to be some kind of trap, some kind of trick.
But his desire for her overcame that in a moment.
He bent down to kiss her. She took hold of both of his hands in hers and squeezed them, as though encouraging him.
Their lips locked together, and now their tongues met as their kiss intensified.
She squeezed his hands together and then she let go of them, one of her hands going to his face again, pushing back past his ear, moving to the back of his head, grabbing his hair.
Her other hand went to his shoulder and moved down, stroking his bicep, feeling the firm muscle.
He reached out and took hold of her by the waist, feeling her soft, sweet curves, still barely able to believe that this was happening.
His hands slid around behind her to the small of her back, above her ass, but still able to feel where it started to curve out. He pulled her in slightly closer to him, and she came to him willingly. He felt her breasts push against him, and then he felt as though he was driven wild by desire.
He pushed her backward, their lips still locked together in their passionate kiss.
He pushed her back to the kitchen table, and she hopped up onto it.
Then, he was moving in closer. She spread her legs and he was between them, his hands going to her upper thighs, feeling them through her dress.
Her dress bunched up between her legs, and he wanted to pull it out, pull her panties down, and fuck her right there.
But she knew that this was just the start of things.
He had to control these desires of his. He knew that this was all building to something even better, even sweeter.
It was all his for the taking, and there was no need to rush things.
Her arms went around behind his head, pulling him down to her kiss. His hands moved up over her thighs, around to her ass, and then up to the small of her back, pulling her in closer.
Then, suddenly, she leaned back, breaking off their kiss.
She stroked his face and smiled at him.
"I knew that you had it in you," she said, her hand moving down over his chest, down past his stomach till she reached the top of his pants, where she paused. She looked down at her hand, as though just realizing where it was, and then she looked back at him.
“I think that we’re going to have a lot of fun together,” she said, “but let’s not be selfish. Let’s not leave my friend out, what do you say?”
He had almost forgotten all about Ellen. He had been so caught up in this moment that she had completely faded from his mind.
But now he turned to her. She was standing there, leaning against the counter, her arms folded. She was just watching what was happening with a slight smile on her face.
“Go on,” Pam said softly, “go to her. I’ll still be here waiting for you, I promise.”
He started to understand what was going on here. Was he going to be the plaything of these two women? Well, if that was the case, then he had no problem with that.
He walked over to Ellen.
She reached out and grabbed his waist, pulling him to her.
Then, one of her hands went to the back of his head and pulled him down to kiss her.
No preamble, no waiting, just straight to it, and it was wonderful.
She kissed him long and slow, with an urgency that told him how much she wanted this.
One of her hands moved over the front of his body.
It pushed up beneath the bottom of his T-shirt and moved over his abs, pushing up to his chest.
Then, the hand slid around to his back. It moved down to his ass and grabbed hold of it. She squeezed it and pulled him in closer to her.
He pushed his body up against hers against the counter.
He broke off their kiss for a moment, looking into her beautiful face.
Her other hand caressed his face tenderly, and then he was kissing her again before his kisses moved to the corner of her mouth, to one of her cheeks, and then she was tilting her head to one side as he kissed her throat, burying his face there, smelling her skin before licking at it, kissing it.
He heard her let out a sigh, and he knew just how much she wanted him.
His cock was throbbing hard in his pants now, and he was sure that she would be able to feel it as he pushed up against her.
He didn’t care. He wanted this woman, wanted both of these women.
His hands went to her waist. One of them moved around to the front of her body.
He felt the rise and fall of her breathing.
Then, he stroked her stomach through her dress.
His hand began to move up. He thought about her sweet breasts. He was ready to feel them.
But then he felt a hand on his chest, pushing him back.
He stepped away, looking confused. Had he moved too fast? Had he done too much? But he was sure that this was the way that things were going.
She looked past him to Pam. He turned as well. She was still sitting at the table, but when they turned to look at her, she hopped off.
“I think that you’re right,” Ellen said to her, “I think that we are going to have a lot of fun with him.”
Pam walked over to them. She took hold of one of his hands and squeezed it, as though she was reassuring him of something.
Then, she turned to Ellen.
She took hold of Ellen’s face between her hands and moved in closer, starting to kiss her.
Ellen's hands went to Pam's face and then slid down to her shoulders before moving to her waist, moving around behind her and grabbing hold of her ass, taking two handfuls of that soft, succulent ass. She pulled Pam to her, and their kiss intensified.
Then, Pam broke off the kiss and turned to look at Will.
“So,” she said, “now you know. This is how we like to do things. Everyone shares, and everyone gets to have their fun. Are you ready to have some fun with us?”
He looked from one woman to the other. He nodded slightly.
Then, he leaned in and kissed both Pam and Ellen on the lips, each in turn. He understood. And he was ready for more fun.
“Good boy,” Pam said. She took hold of one of his hands and began to lead him out of the kitchen.
He looked at Ellen. She started to follow them out.
Pam walked him slowly up to her bedroom. How often had he fantasized about her leading him here? How often had he told himself that it could never happen, that it was wrong? And yet, here he was. This was happening.
He turned to her. Both women stood before him. Then, they turned to look at one another. Ellen looked over at him for a moment.
“Sorry,” she said, “I just can’t help myself.”
And then Pam and Ellen were kissing again, their hands all over one another, grabbing one another’s asses, their hands moving and feeling every part of each other.
He saw one of Ellen's hands move up to one of Pam's breasts, taking hold of it through the side of her dress and stroking it. He was loving what he was seeing, but he had to admit that there was also a part of him that was slightly jealous, wanting to be doing this himself.
But then both women turned to him, and he felt as though they were offering themselves to him, letting him choose.
As lovely, as beautiful, as Ellen was, there was only really one choice for him.
He stepped in closer to Pam. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, and then he was kissing her again. Now, his hands moved around to her ass. He grabbed two handfuls of it as his kisses moved to her throat.
He lifted one of his hands away, and then he slapped her ass. His slap was harder than he had meant it to be, but he was fully caught up in this moment and couldn't help himself. Pam let out a slight gasp of surprise.
“Oh, bad boy,” she moaned, as she pushed herself in closer to him.
One of his hands went around to the front of her body now. He moved it up to her breasts. He couldn't help himself anymore now, couldn't hold back. He had to do this.
He felt the swell of her breast as his hand moved up, and then he grabbed hold of it, felt its sweet, soft roundness beneath his hand.
He spread his fingers out so that he could take as much of it as possible, and then he just held it through her dress, barely able to believe it.
It was as though all of his fantasies were coming true.
All of those times he had wondered what it would feel like to take hold of one of these breasts, and now it was really happening for him - everything that he could possibly want was happening for him.
He pulled his mouth back from her throat and then went to kiss the side of her face, kissed her exposed ear, and nibbled on it. He was breathing heavily now. He pushed himself against her, pushed the hardness of his cock against her soft body. She pushed back, feeling his hardness there, wanting it.
He began to pull at her dress, pulling the front of it down. At first, he couldn't get it to come, and it took him a moment to realize that the straps were holding it in place. Both of his hands went to them, pushing them down her shoulders, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingertips as he did so.
At last, he pulled the dress down, and her breasts were exposed to him. They were even bigger than he had thought they were. The skin was light, and the large, dark nipples stood out against the flawless skin.
He stared at them for a moment. He felt as though his brain was short-circuiting. He was struggling to make sense of the fact that he was really seeing them, that they were really there.
She reached out and stroked his face, as though reassuring him.
“Go on,” she urged him, “they’re all yours.”