Story 33
Summary:
Ben, twenty years old. He's just moved to a new town, and he's looking for some fun. But when he meets two local women, it seems as though he's found more fun than he can handle!
Abi and Lucy, mid-twenties. They like to have fun together, and they want to bring Ben in on the fun.
Threesome, lesbian, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, sixty-nine, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
It was Ben’s first night in a new town, and he had decided that he ought to go out and make some kind of effort to see a bit of the town’s nightlife.
He had been nervous in the buildup to the big move, making such a big change in his life, and that had affected some of the initial excitement that he had been feeling. When he had first planned to move away, it had seemed like a great idea. However, as time had passed and the date had drawn closer, he had started to wonder if he was making the right choice. He had known that he wanted to make some kind of change, but now he found that he was second-guessing himself, wondering if this was really the best thing that he could be doing for his future.
Sometimes he would tell himself that he was twenty years old, that this was absolutely the best time for him to be having new experiences. However, there would then be other times when he would feel as though he was too young and that he needed to have a bit more experience of the real world before making this leap.
There had even been times when he had considered changing his plans, and he had come close to doing just that. In the end, he hadn't been able to decide if that was what he really wanted to do, and it had been indecision that had meant that he had actually followed through on his original plans, and when he had arrived, he had still felt the same level of uncertainty. That was why he had decided that he had to force himself to go out that evening and see a bit of the town, because otherwise he was just going to sit there and brood about the decision that he had made and the life that he had left behind. He knew that if he stayed in this new apartment, surrounded by the boxes that contained his entire life, he would just keep second-guessing himself, and the best thing was to get out and get a proper feel for the town.
As he headed to the shower to start getting ready, he found himself thinking about some of the things that he had left behind - and some of the people. There had certainly been people who had made this decision that much harder. In particular, there had been a girl he had been seeing casually who had made it a very hard decision.
He was a good-looking guy, and he had never had any trouble meeting girls in the past. There had been something about Holly, though, that had just been different.
He was a tall and athletic guy, with a trim, athletic build and broad shoulders. He loved the outdoors and, as a result, he had a great tan that gave him a healthy glow. He had good bone structure, with a strong jawline, and handsome features that included an easy smile and dark, soulful eyes. His hair was dark, almost black, and slightly curly.
He had been aware of the way that women reacted to him for a long time, aware of just how easy he found it to meet them, to hook up with them.
When he had first met Holly, though, it had been different. Any of the power that he was used to having in these sorts of situations seemed to have completely failed him.
She was the same age as him and incredibly beautiful. She was slim and toned, with long, gorgeous legs, a tight body with a flat stomach, a firm ass, and good-sized breasts. She had a beautiful face with delicate features, big, hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and a cute nose. Her hair was long and light brown.
They had met through mutual friends and had hit it off immediately. He had wanted her right away, but he hadn’t been sure if she had felt the same way about him. He had found himself thinking about it, going over every single detail of every single moment they spent together as friends, trying to find some extra meaning in it, some answer to how she might really feel about him. Sometimes she would look at him in such a way, with such an intensity, that he was sure that there had to be some feelings there, that she wanted him in the same way that he wanted her.
It had been one evening when they had been hanging out at his place, but things had finally started to happen for the two of them.
They had been watching a movie, sitting on his couch. In truth, he had spent most of the movie wondering if he should make some kind of move, if he should lean in closer and put an arm around her. Would she pull away? Would she just see it as an act of friendship? Or would he get everything that he wanted?
In the end, once again, it had been his indecision that had left him doing nothing.
The film came to an end, though, and he felt Holly shift on the couch. She came in closer and leaned against him. He instinctively put an arm around her. He could smell her, and it was intoxicating.
She turned her body and put one arm over his chest. She looked up at him as he put his other arm around her. She looked somewhat sleepy, and it only made her sexier than ever.
“What do you say?” she said to him softly, “You want to have some fun?”
He looked down at her, trying to process what he was hearing. Did she really mean it? Was this it? Was it really about to happen?
He swallowed hard.
"Absolutely," he said to her, and then he leaned down to her as she leaned upward to him, and then they were kissing, a slow and passionate kiss, their tongues coming together, and it was just as he had always hoped it would be, just as wonderful as it was in his imagination.
One of his hands went to her face, stroking her skin. He felt her boy pushing against him, felt her breasts against him, and then she was turning, going to her knees on the couch, leaning down over him as she kissed him, and his hands went to her waist as she moved so that she was straddling him on the couch, and the intensity of their kiss was building further.
He felt her hands beneath his T-shirt, feeling his body, and then his hands went to her legs - those wonderful, long legs that seemed so perfectly sculpted, and then his hands were sliding up her thighs, feeling their perfect smoothness. His hands moved further, further, up beneath her dress, which had already been pushed up by her straddling him, and then he found her ass, feeling it through her panties, as she pushed her crotch against his, feeling the throbbing hardness of his cock as it awoke, knowing that it was about to get everything that it wanted.
She pulled back from the kiss, looking down into his face with a wild intensity that he had never seen before, that somehow made her even more beautiful.
She pushed her hair back behind her head, and then she took hold of his T-shirt, pulling on it.
He took his hands away from her body and raised them so that she could pull the T-shirt up over his head, and then her hands were on his torso as she admired his muscular, lean body, and then she bent down to kiss it, to lick at it, and one of his hands went to her ass again, now pushing the back of her panties down to grab hold of it properly, and his other hand went to her waist, moving up it to feel one of her firm breasts through her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and it felt incredible.
Then, she raised her face to look down into his again. She took hold of her dress and pulled it up over her body. She stretched out as she did so, her body looking even tighter as she did so. He saw her taut abs, and then he saw her wonderful breasts, tanned with small, dark nipples.
She tossed the dress aside, shaking her head from side to side, and then she looked at him, a slight smirk on her face as though she knew just how much she was turning him on, how much he had wanted this.
He looked at her body, her breasts, in amazement. His hands went to her waist, caressing her, and then they moved up her body, moving to her breasts, and then they were kissing again, kissing even more passionately than before as his hands massaged her breasts, and then he was kissing her throat, bending down to her breasts, licking them, sucking on them, and she was moaning, grinding up against the bulge in his pants, and then her hands were down there, undoing his pants, pulling his cock out, and he heard her gasp, “Oh, fuck, yes,” as she started to jerk him off.
His lips pushed against each of her nipples in turn, his tongue flicked at them, and then one of his hands moved down her body, pushing into her panties, and there it was, her wonderful pussy, wet and warm as his fingers toyed with her, as he rubbed t her clit, spread her lips and explored the parts of her that he had been imagining for so long.
He lay back on the couch, pulling her down on top of him as they kissed again, as they pleasured one another, and then he turned her onto her side, lying beside her, kissing her, fingering her, their bodies writhing together.
He sucked on her breasts again and then looked into her face as she kept moaning with pleasure.
Her free hand strokes his face.
"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked him as she continued moaning.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted me to go down on you,” he said, “but I’m sure that we can both get what we want.”
And then he was slipping her panties off and pulling his boxer shorts down, and then he turned himself around on the couch, his cock in her face now as he pushed her legs apart and looked right at her pussy, glistening with her juices, the sweet scent of it driving him crazy.