Bill was ready to fuck. It was already getting dark and it seemed like the right time to find a nice whore. He walked up and down the street, but he didn't see any chicks who looked worthy of his raging lust. He knew that he didn't have enough money left to be too choosy, but he wanted his first fuck to be with someone who he would want to remember with pleasure.
Bill saw two nice-looking chicks walking down Broadway. They didn't look like whores, and the way they were looking all around made him suspect that they were tourists. Bill wasn't so interested in whores that he wouldn't want to give these two chicks a tumble. Besides, it would be cheaper. The fact that there were two of them was interesting as Bill imagined himself in some of the positions that he'd seen in the movie.
He began to follow the girls, trying to decide if they would be worth a try. He liked the way, one pf them wiggled her ass. She was tall and slim and had jet-black hair. Her girl friend was slightly shorter and had bright red hair. They went into a bar and Bill stopped to look in through the window. Then he decided to go in and see what might happen.
Bill wasn't usually so brave with chicks that it was easy for him to start a conversation with two of them, but the movie had inspired him and be knew that if be didn't try anything, nothing would happen. Besides, this was the big city. If he blew it with them, he could just split and he would never see them again. He began to feel excited as he walked into the place.
It was a shabby joint, but at least that meant it would be cheap. The two girls were sitting near the back at a table. Bill hurried past the bar so the bartender wouldn't notice him and possibly throw him out. So far, he'd been lucky to get away with so much. He felt foolish taking a table by himself right next to the girls in the almost empty place, but be had no choice if he were to get anywhere with them.
Bill played it cool. He ordered a martini even though he'd never had one before and listened to the girls' conversation. As he suspected, they were tourists and they were arguing about which show to see. One of them wanted to see a comedy and the other a serious play. Suddenly, Bill heard one of them speak to him.
"Have you seen 'The Incredible'?" the black haired one asked him.
"No, I haven't," he said. "But I hear it's pretty good."
"See, Joan?" she said to her friend. "I told you it was good."
Bill didn't want to get left out after his first few words, so he said to them, "Actually, there are better things playing."
They asked him what, and he asked if he could join them. They seemed to like that idea so Bill picked up his drink and moved to their table. He gave them a list of plays that were either playing or had played recently, but he didn't want to seem too enthusiastic about any of them. He didn't want these chicks to disappear. He wanted to talk them into putting on their own play with him as the male lead.
The girls introduced themselves. The red-head was Joan and the taller one's name was Sara. They were secretaries from out of town and had never been to New York before. They sounded to Bill as though they would like someone who knew the city to show them around. Although Bill had lived in New York all his life, he didn't know if he could show these girls much. After all, he had never gone to any bars or anything like that. He tried to make himself sound like an authority and so far they hadn't asked him how old he was. All he wanted to show them was the thing he'd learned in the movie he'd just seen, and the martini was already giving him some courage. Bill was feeling optimistic.
Sara still wanted to see a play, but Joan seemed to be willing to give up the idea. Bill was wondering how he might steer them back to their hotel with him along, but no ideas were forthcoming.
"I know a few great spots in the Village if you like jazz," Bill said enthusiastically.
Actually, he only knew of one place. He remembered hearing one of the guys talk about it at school. He didn't want to start dragging these chicks all over the city, but he figured be might have to show them something before getting down to business. Besides, he needed time to hatch a plan. He'd never done anything like this before and he didn't know how to get himself invited to their room for an orgy.
Joan seemed to be letting the idea of the Village replace her plan to see a play, and Bill told them that it would be too late to get tickets for anything good anyhow. They each had another drink and decided to do the Village.
The only drinking Bill had done was when one of the guys sneaked a few bottles of beer into the dawn, so the martinis were working fast. By the time they left the joint and hailed a cab, they were all feeling pretty good. Bill gave the driver the address and they were soon walking the crowded streets of Greenwich Village looking for the place Bill had heard of. When they found it they discovered that the music had changed from jazz to rock. Bill explained that he hadn't been there in a while, but the girls seemed to be more interested in rock anyhow and they went in.
They got a table and ordered drinks. Bill had a bad moment, when he thought the waiter was going to ask him for proof of his age, but again he was lucky. He figured that being with these older chicks made him seem older too. They sipped their drinks and Bill danced with, them. He was waiting for a slow number so he could cop a few feels, but the band only played rockers.
Once, be thought he felt one of the girls playing footsies with him under the table and he froze. He could have kicked himself for not taking advantage of the situation. They were drinking and dancing, and Bill was having a ball, but he couldn't forget what he'd seen in the movie and his cock kept getting hard.
When he was drunk enough, he moved his chair closer to the table and reached under it. It was a small table and their knees were all very close. He put one hand on Joan's knee and the other on Sara's. The girls moved their legs away, but Bill saw them smiling and he knew that they liked his attention. Each girl thought she was the only one he was feeling with. Bill was having a ball and he began to appreciate the advantages of alcohol when it came to being aggressive with chicks.
Bill grabbed for the girls' knees again, and now they stopped trying to get away from his grasping hand. Once he had his hand on their knees, Bill proceeded to reach up their dresses. The girls were pretty drunk too, and after a few half-hearted attempts to push his hand away, they let him play with their thighs.
Bill wondered why he'd never done this before. The idea of being in that bar with two hot chicks and groping under their dresses made his having bung around those crumby schools seem like such a waste of time. He loved the way their legs felt under their dresses even though they were wearing pantyhose. It was nice and warm in there and their thighs were soft, giving Bill a preview of what was waiting a little farther up.
Although he was as close to the table as he could get, he still couldn't reach the junction of their legs. But even with the feels he was getting, his cock was thumping in his pants so hard that be could feel the beating throughout his body. Joan put her hand under the table and stroked the back of Bill's hand as he dug his fingers into her thighs.
Sara slumped down in her chair to give Bill a better grab, and he was able to reach almost to her cunt. He found that her pantyhose formed a tent over her crotch and he couldn't feel the spongy lips that he knew were in there. He cursed the day pantyhose were invented, but be was having a real good time and couldn't complain.
Joan noticed the bussed-out expression on her friend's face and she figured out that she wasn't the only one who Bill was playing with under the table. She let out a drunken giggle that made Sara wonder what was was funny. It didn't take her long to figure it out and she began to laugh too. Now Bill was in his glory and he could just see himself playing with these two chicks just like the guy in the movie had played with those two luscious babes.
The girls got up and made Bill dance with both of them at once. They had fun watching him trying to move his cock into a less embarrassing position while he danced. They almost knocked themselves out on the dance floor, but Bill knew he would always have enough energy to play with the girls when he got back to their hotel.
Bill was ready to go and he finally managed to drag the girls out. He had to let them pay the largest share of the bill because he was broke. That didn't bother him though, because be knew he was on his way to glory with these two secretaries. He sat between them in the cab and put an arm around each of them.
His hands fell over their tits and when they didn't move the hand or wiggle away, Bill almost sobered up with horniness. Gradually he cupped the tits firmly. The girls snuggled up closer to him and put their head on his shoulder. Bill suddenly felt like a king. He couldn't wait to get to their hotel. For once he would have the nerve and confidence to do exactly what he'd always wanted to.
The girls gave him money to pay the driver and Bill handed it to him without counting it or waiting for change. He felt like a big spender that evening. As they walked into the lobby, Joan stopped and told Bill that he'd better wait and come up alone so the guy at the desk wouldn't object to his coming up. He hated to let them out of his sight, but he said he would.
He got their room number and hung around in the doorway for a few minutes before heading up. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart. What if they had given him a phony room number to get rid of him? Bill began shaking with the thought that he may have blown his last chance. When he got into the elevator he was shaking with apprehension. If he knocked on the door and an old man answered who he'd never seen before, he didn't know what he'd do.
Bill walked down the hall to the right number and knocked. His heart was pounding even louder than his fist on the door. There was no sound and Bill was ready to bust open every door in that hotel until he found those chicks. He lifted his fist to knock again when the door suddenly swung open.
There, in the opened doorway was Joan. She was naked except for a tiny pair of bikini undies. Bill's jaw fell to his chest as be stood there. He stared at Joan's tits so intently that he would never forget exactly how they looked. They were big and firm. They pointed slightly to the sides and each was capped with a bright pink nipple.
Below her tits, her belly was flat and her waist narrow. Bill lowered his gaze and saw how her triangle of pubic hair showed through the sheer material of her panties. Joan moved aside and with a flourish that shook her tits, ushered Bill into the room. He walked forward, twisting his head around to keep his eyes on Joan's gorgeous body.
He must have been moving too slowly because she gave him a playful shove into the room and slammed the door. Bill saw Sara sitting on the bed. She was in her underwear too, but in addition to a slinky pair of black, nylon panties, she wore a black bra that pushed her tin spilling out over the top. She was chuckling and then Joan began giggling.
Bill snapped out of his state of surprise and leaped on the bed, covering Sara's body with his grasping hands. He hoped Joan wouldn't feel left out, and when he felt her jump on him, he knew that she didn't. Bill grabbed a handful of tit as it oozed out of Sara's bra. Joan was pulling his jacket from him and he helped her as much as he could while he continued pawing Sara. He felt dizzy with the drinks and his lust but his fear that the girls wanted to ditch him was completely forgotten.
Joan pulled his jacket off him, then began grasping at the buttons on his shirt. His shirt was peeled from him and he sank down into the ample tits on Sara's chest while Joan smeared her tits over his back. The beautiful sensations of smothering in great gobs of tit mixed in Bill's mind with the swirling ecstasy of drunkenness.
He felt himself being rolled off Sara and he saw Joan's gorgeous jugs swinging over his face. The boobs came down until they were slapping the sides of his head and the girl's wild laughter filled his ears. His belt was suddenly loosening and he felt his pants being tugged from him. Both girls were pulling down his pants and he was left staring up at the ceiling.
When he felt his cock spring out, he heard both girls gasp with satisfaction. The room reeled as he felt four delicate hands running over his hot flesh. Looking down, Bill saw the most beautiful sight of his life. The girls were covering him with caresses and kisses.
He watched Sara reach behind her and unfasten her bra. Two white mountains of tit-flesh fell from the dropped garment. Her tits settled on his arm and chest, and the softness and heat spread over him as she began kissing his face and sticking her tongue in his ear. Bill felt like he was drowning in a whirlpool of feminine sensuousness.
Joan joined Sara in kissing him as she began licking his neck on the opposite side. Meanwhile, their hands were running up his thighs to his balls, over his belly, and fingers were tickling the expanding head of his cock. Bill reached around the girls' bodies and grabbed handfuls of their luscious asses. He slipped his fingers into their ass-cracks and crept down into their wet crotches.
He couldn't quite reach their cunts in the position they were in so he began squirming around in a desperate effort to sink his fingers in the hot mouths of the cunts. He found that moving made him so dizzy that he couldn't find what he was looking for, and he had to relax on his back and let the girls do all the moving around.
The next thing he knew, one of the girls had disappeared from his sight, but he felt a kissing mouth traveling down his stomach and firm tits were being dragged over his hard cock and aching balls. Through his alcoholic stupor, he felt a mouth on his and a tongue enter to entwine with his own, while his cock was suddenly bathed in the heat of one girl's mouth.
Bill felt the mouth that had been on his move away. It was replaced by a soft, smothering bundle of warm flesh that he finally recognized as a tit. A stiff gum-drop of nipple met his lips and he opened his mouth, sucking the nubbin of skin in. He grabbed the mate of that tit in his hands while he sucked. He thought about some of the weird positions he'd seen in that movie, but he knew he was too far gone to do anything but let those chicks help themselves.
The heat that had been enveloping his prick was suddenly gone, and the rod felt cold. But then he felt his cock held in a tight grasp and the bed shook with someone's movements. Bill felt his hips damped between two strong thighs. Then there was a tickling on his cock-head which he guessed was pubic hair sliding over it. The next sensation was the one he'd been waiting years for. His prick was held in a tight and wet grip. The bed began to bounce as he felt his cock being milked by the walls of a grasping pussy.
Bill began to hum with pleasure into the tit that was still stuffing his mouth. His whiskey-soaked brain was having trouble keeping up with what was going on, but he knew his dreams were coming true. He opened his eyes only to see the tits that were smothering him. Reaching down with one hand, he was able to grasp a pussy. With one cunt on his cock and another in his hand, Bill began to feel the jolts of lust that always preceded coming.
A burning sensation of unbelievable pleasure spread over him from his prick, and he knew he was filling a pussy with his cum. His body shook convulsively and if there weren't two chicks weighing him down, he would have shaken himself right off the bed. He bit down on the tit and heard loud moans. He thought the sounds were coming from the chick on his prick, but when he felt fingers prying his mouth open, he thought he might have hurt the tit in his mouth. But he wasn't sure he didn't even know which chick was on his cock and who's tit he was sucking.
A weight was lifted from his hips and his prick felt cold again. Bill thought it was all over, but then the tit was taken from his mouth and the weight returned to his middle. Once again his cock was swimming up a narrow channel and the bed was rocking again. He opened his eyes and saw tits bouncing to the rhythm of squeeking bedsprings.
A girl laid beside him and stroked his chest and the other kept bouncing on his cock. He thought he felt his prick going soft, but now it seemed as hard as ever. The pleasure that hadn't had a chance to subside, was increasing to new heights, but Bill was sinking into blackness. He was washed in a general rapture of sexual happiness, and that turned into an ecstatic unconsciousness. He thought he was out at sea in a small boat that was being tossed about by the waves. The rocking soon put him into a deep sleep.