Story 3 #2
As she walked, she felt her nipples brushing against her top and realized how stiff they had become, how sensitive they now were, and she wanted to know what it would be like to have him touching them,
to feel his caress on her breasts and then his attention moving to her nipples that seemed to be so ready for him now.
When they reached the bedroom, she glanced at the bed for a moment, thinking to herself that that was where it was all going to happen.
He was still holding one of her hands and now he took hold of her other hand, pulling her to him, and then they were kissing again, and now one of her hands was beneath his top, feeling his muscles, while her other hand was on his ass, and his hands were moving in a similar way on her body,
except that the one beneath her top was moving up to her breasts, taking hold of one of them, massaging it.
She felt herself going weak at the knees, and the sensation only intensified when she felt his thumb and forefinger go to her nipple, pulling on it slightly, twisting it ever-so-gently, and then his thumb was flicking at it.
She pulled back from their kiss, gasping slightly, and felt him pushing his body against hers, holding her thigh with his hand on her ass, and she pushed against him, started to grind herself up against his body.
She wanted to let him know how much she wanted this, wanted to give herself to him, and she suddenly knew just what to do.
Smiling shyly at him, she pulled her top up over her head. She wanted him to want her, wanted some reaction that would let her know just how much she was desired, and she was not disappointed at all.
He looked at her body, and his hands went to her naked waist, holding her as he admired her breasts. One of his hands went to her stomach and then moved up, sliding up to the swell of one of her breasts.
He stroked it tenderly, and then he squeezed it, massaging it, as he leaned in to kiss her again. Just as he was about to kiss her, he seemed to suddenly think of something.
With a smile, he pulled his T-shirt up over his head, revealing his body, his rippling muscles, and she wanted him more than ever as they kissed again, as his hand returned to her breast, as her hands went to his body.
His kisses went to her throat again, and she felt him bite her there gently, driving her wild, and then he bent down further, bending to one of her breasts, and she felt him planting sweet little kisses all over it, his kisses moving closer to her nipple,
and she felt herself yearning for his mouth to reach that sweet spot where she wanted it most.
When his lips reached her nipple, when she felt his mouth on it, when his tongue flicked at it, and he began to suck, she let out a cry, surprising herself with the sound, but understanding the pleasure that had led to her making the sound.
She couldn't help but wonder what sounds would follow, how much more pleasure there was to come, but she was soon to find out the answer to that question.
She felt one of his hands on her ass, squeezing that tight bun, and then she felt him pushing the back of her shorts down, getting a good handful of it properly, squeezing it, and then his hand moved away, going to the front of her shorts and she gasped,
one of her hands gripping the back of his neck tightly as she felt his fingers applying pressure to her pussy through hr shorts, moving up and down, and then his hand was moving upward, and then it was pushing down, down into her shorts, into her G-string, and then she felt his touch on her clit,
on that most sensitive of places, and it was incredible, far exceeding the way that his touch had felt on her breasts as he rubbed at her, and then she felt his other hand taking her hand, moving it to his pants, pushing it down into them, and she felt the hardness of his cock there.
Her other hand went to the front of his pants now, undoing them, and then she was pulling his cock free, her hand stroking it, marveling at its size, at its hardness, wondering just what it was going to feel like to have that inside her, wondering if she could even take something that big.
She squeezed it lightly, and then her hand continued moving along it.
Then, he was pushing her shorts, her G-string, down, and she was completely naked before him, and she pushed his pants down so that he was just as naked as she was.
He stood back and looked at her, and she looked at him, her eyes focusing on his huge, throbbing cock.
Then, he led her to the bed and pushed her down onto it. She lay there, her legs spread, offering herself to him.
He dropped to his knees, his hands on her thighs, and leaned in close to her pussy.
She felt his tongue moving over it and cried out again, and then she felt the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth on her clit, and the pleasure was indescribable, reaching levels that she had never known existed.
She arched her back, crying out, and then he was pushing his tongue into her, pushing his face against the wetness of her pussy.
She was screaming with pleasure, completely unrestrained now, and then, just when she thought that she couldn’t take any more, he got to his feet, licking his lips as she looked at her juices smeared across his face.
She sat up, and he stroked her head, guiding it toward his cock.
She leaned in and kissed it, worshiping it, and then her kisses moved over its sides.
She acted on instinct, taking it into her mouth, then, taking just the tip at first, feeling somewhat tentative, but then she started to take more of it, growing in confidence, feeling its hardness pushing past her soft lips, and then she had it all in her mouth,
feeling it brushing against the back of her throat, holding it there, sucking on it.
She felt incredibly turned on. But, more than that, she felt something awakened within her. She wanted more of this, wanted to be used like this, to find pleasure for herself like this. She felt like a slut, and she wanted to be one more than anything.
Then, he pulled his cock out. She looked up at him, a hungry look in her eyes, and then he turned her over onto all fours. Any fears about the size of his cock were gone now. She was hungry for it.
She felt it pushing into her, easing in slowly, and she let out a long cry as she felt herself stretched out by it, and then it was deep inside her, and she marveled at the fact that she had taken it all.
He held it in there, one of his hands wrapped around her front and one on the back of her neck, and then he started thrusting into her, his cock sliding back and forth slowly at first, and it felt better than anything else that she had experienced so far,
his cock slipping back and forth in the tightness of her pussy.
She pushed back against it, wanting more, and he picked up the pace, fucking her harder, and then he was pulling out, turning her over onto her front, climbing onto the bed between her legs as she instinctively pulled them up and then he was inside her again, fucking her harder,
and she was screaming with pleasure, wanting more, more, till, at last, he came inside her, leaving her lying there panting, her pussy throbbing.
That was how it had started, her hunger for cock.
She had felt an awakening within her. She had kept casually seeing him, but she had also found other guys to show her a good time, and now she knew that she had changed, that she had become a real woman, and she couldn’t help but wonder if people would notice the change back home.
She was thinking about this as she pulled into the town, her car sounding worse than ever.
Luckily, she saw a garage just as she was pulling in. Feeling incredibly relieved, she pulled in.
She got out of the car and headed inside. At first, she didn't see anyone, and so she headed toward the back, where she could hear the sound of voices.
“Hello?” she called out as she entered a back office.
Then, suddenly, she froze when she saw the two men standing there.
It wasn't the shock of seeing them; it was the shock of how they looked.
Both of these men were absolutely gorgeous, and she suddenly felt that old familiar feeling stirring within her.
One of them, the tallest, who introduced himself as Ben, had a lean and muscular build. Both men were wearing tight, white T-shirts with jeans, and she was able to check out their bodies.
Ben was broad-shouldered with big arms but overall a slightly slimmer build than the other man. He had ruggedly handsome features, with a square jaw, dark eyes, and short, dark hair.
The other man, who introduced himself as Chris, was slightly shorter but with a bulkier, more powerful build. His T-shirt showed off his muscles wonderfully.
He had a more classically handsome face, with great bone structure that made him almost look like a classic movie star, which was somewhat incongruous with the powerful build and the slightly grubby look of his T-shirt.
As they asked if they could help her, as she explained the situation, she noticed them both staring at her, looking her up and down. She felt like a piece of meat. And she was loving every second of it.
She smiled coyly at them both, fluttering her eyelashes. She didn't know which one of them would make a move, but she felt sure that one of them would.
In the end, Chris said that he'd go and look at the car quickly, leaving her alone with Ben.
She felt her heart racing. She wanted him to make a move.
She was wearing a simple, comfortable summer dress, and suddenly she wished that she had worn something more revealing.
But she was already imagining those big, dirty hands of his all over her body, and if she got what she wanted, then she didn't think that she would be wearing the dress for much longer anyway.
They looked at one another. The moment was charged, and she wondered if he was going to do something. The way that he was looking at her left her sure that he wanted to do something, after all. It was just a case of whether or not he would make the move.