Story 33 #2
He felt her mouth on his cock, those gorgeous lips of hers passing along his hard shaft as she started to suck on it. He felt her tongue moving over him, feeling his hardness, and then she was sucking on him, her head moving back and forth, and then he leaned in closer to her pussy, lapping at it, tasting her. He pushed the tip of his tongue against her clit and felt her body shake with pleasure. His hands went to her ass, her legs, as his tongue flicked against her clit, and then he was pushing his nose against her lips before moving his head and pushing his tongue into her, wanting her, wanting all of her as she continued to suck on his cock.
The two of them were locked together in this incredible moment of pleasure, but they both knew that there was more to come, that this was all building toward something else.
Sure enough, he felt his cock leaving her mouth, and the two of them knew that this was the moment when things reached their climax.
He turned around again so that they were facing one another on the couch. They kissed again, both of them aware of the magic that each other's mouth had just been bringing to them, and then he was pushing her legs apart as she lay on her side, pushing between them, pushing his cock into her. She let out a gasp as he entered her, and she was so tight, so wonderfully tight, but also so wet.
He eased into her, holding himself inside her, and then he turned her over onto her back as she pulled her knees up, spreading her legs for him as she lay on her back for him.
He looked down at her, still just holding himself inside her, and then he started to fuck her, with long, slow strokes, enjoying every moment of it, every sensation of filling her up, every moan that she made.
He started to pick up the pace, and he felt her hands on his body, felt the fingers of one hand digging into his back as she started to cry out with every thrust, and he was pounding away at her, harder and harder, till he pulled out of her for a moment.
He went to his knees and looked down at her, filled with wonder and lust.
He stroked his cock for a second, feeling her juices all along it.
As he did that, she reached down and rubbed at her clit for a moment.
Then, he grabbed hold of her and turned her over. He bent her over the arm of the couch, and then he stroked her ass. He grabbed her by the waist as she looked back at him and then he was pushing his cock into her from behind, as she moaned again, and then he was fucking her harder, harder, in a frenzy now, an she was screaming as he pounded away at her tight pussy till, at last, he exploded inside her, the release that he felt that he had longed for more than anything else, and it was wonderful.
She had turned to him then, panting, and they had lain on the couch together, naked, kissing one another, their hands on each other, exploring one another slowly, till her hand had gone to his cock and felt it starting to stiffen. She had smiled a wicked little smile at him, and then he had got to his feet, holding out a hand for her. He had pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom, where the fun had continued.
That was something that had been hard to give up, and even now, as he stood in the shower, the hot water cascading down over him, he wondered what he had been thinking. But Holly had made it clear that it was only going to be a bit of fun, and he had started to feel as though he was stuck in a bit of a rut with that situation.
He stood in the shower thinking about her, though, about her tight body and some of the things that he had enjoyed doing with that tight body, and he had felt his cock stiffening. He had started to jerk himself off, but then he had stopped, telling himself that he couldn't keep dwelling in the past. It was time for a new beginning, after all.
He was feeling strangely excited now, slightly aroused with a feeling that anything might be possible this night. He told himself that he was going to have a more positive outlook. He was going to look at the possibilities moving forward, rather than focusing on the things that he had left behind. He told himself that this night, this town, was alive with possibilities, and it was down to him to take advantage of them and fully appreciate them.
He put on a shirt and pants and checked himself out in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection. He thought that he looked good, and now he was ready to go out and face this town and see what it had to offer.
He headed out into the center of town and started to look around some of the bars. At first, he was just trying to get a feel for the place, to see what the nightlife was really like here. He hadn't done any research into this, and he liked the idea of playing it by ear rather than going in with everything planned out, or with any idea about what to expect.
At first, he was slightly disappointed. Most of the bars that he went to were pretty quiet, and he realized that maybe, in his excitement, he’d come out a bit too early. He got himself something to eat at a small restaurant and then carried on.
Soon, he found a bar that was starting to get more lively. He decided to stay there and see what would happen. He wasn't really a drinker, so he got himself a Coke and settled into a booth in the corner to watch how things would progress.
The bar had been starting to get busy when he arrived, and it only got busier as he watched.
He was starting to feel good. There were some very attractive women showing up, and his idea that this night was going to be full of possibilities was growing into something that felt much more like a certainty.
He was sitting there thinking about things, about his new life here, doing all that he could to stop himself from thinking about Holly back home and what she might be getting up to now - and who she might be getting up to it with - and he didn't even notice the two women coming over to him. He had been lost in his thoughts, and he only saw them when they were practically standing over him.
He looked up with a smile, and then the smile froze on his lips as he looked at one of them and then at the next. He wasn’t quite sure how this had happened, but he suddenly had two incredibly beautiful women looking down at him, smiling at him, and he was wondering just what to do next.
“Mind if we join you?” one of them said. It took him a moment to respond with a nod. He was still so busy checking them out.
Both of them were wearing tiny, tight dresses that showed off their figures, and both of them had a lot to show off.
The one who had spoken, who introduced herself as Abi as she slid into the booth beside him, was tall, with an athletic figure. Her waist was slender, her legs were toned, and she had good-sized breasts. She had light skin and auburn hair, with big, green eyes. Her lips were luscious, full, and she had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and small nose.
The other woman, who slid in next to him on the other side, was the opposite of Abi in many ways. She introduced herself as Lucy. She was shorter than her friend, and she was quite petite but with incredible curves. Her breasts were large and looked as though they might spill out of her top at any moment. Her skin was olive-colored, she had dark eyes and long, black hair. She looked at him with sultry intensity as she slid in next to him. She was beautiful with full lips and cute features. Both women were incredible, and each in their own way. They were so different from one another that each of them seemed as though they would offer something different - Abi's tight, toned body, Lucy's incredible breasts, her petite build, her soft curves. They both looked as though they were slightly older than him, in their mid-twenties.
They sat on either side of him, each of them pushing against him. He felt Lucy's breasts against one of his arms, and he wanted them, yearned for them.
They asked him about himself. He told them that he was new to town. The two women looked at one another, and he watched them, feeling as though some silent conversation was taking place between them, as though they were working something out with one another.
“Oh, you’re new to town?” Abi said, “I guess that maybe we’d better show you some of the hospitality that we’re so famed for then.”
He looked at her, seeing the slight smirk on her lips, and then something happened that made him tense for a moment.
He felt her hand on his knee, squeezing it lightly, and her smile seemed to widen, her eyes seemed to sparkle. Then, he felt her hand slide up his leg. He felt it move to the inside of his thigh, and he knew that if she carried on like this, then she was going to feel something down there.
She let out a slight gasp, a mocking pretense of shock, as her hand brushed against his cock. He maintained eye contact, a slight smile on his lips, wanting to convey confidence, but still slightly unsure just what was going on here.
So, he thought to himself, Abi is making a move. Slowly, he put an arm around her. He was very happy with this possibility, although he had to admit to himself that he had wondered just what it would be like to get to have some fun with Lucy’s incredible breasts. He told himself that he shouldn’t be thinking about this, as he gazed deep into Abi’s eyes, feeling her massaging his thigh. This was going to be a lot of fun.
But then Abi looked past him, looking toward her friend, and he saw her nod slightly.
Then, he felt another hand on his other thigh, massaging it.
His eyes widened slightly. Abi nodded at him. He turned slowly to look at Lucy.
Before he could ask her what was happening or try to work it out for himself, she reached up to his face with her free hand and stroked it. Her touch was gentle, tender.