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story Here's a story I wrote a long time ago. Submitted it to Hustler some months back but haven't heard so what the hey? I'll post it here. SOMETHING ON A RAINY DAY The rain was coming down in sheets, steady and incessant, fat drops pounding the pavement, clattering onto the streetlamps above. I said to hell with the grocery store and ducked into a bar. “Damn!” I said, shaking off the water from my coat, my head. The bar was empty. It was beautifully silent in there, away from the raucous clamor of the rain. It was warm, too. A nice place; comfortable plush chairs arranged around two tables by the window, two booths along one wall, and an old mahogany bar along the other lined with padded stools with backrests. The floor was carpeted and by the door stood a plant; was it a Diffenbachia? I can’t remember now. I sat down at the nearest barstool, throwing my jacket across the back. In the backbar mirror I could see my soaked self, rivulets running down my nose from my twisted and pelted hair. A bartender had not shown up. “Hello!” I called out. All I could hear was the clatter of the rain and the occasional car as it passed by. “Hey! Anybody around? I could use a drink!” Nothing. This was weird and normally the thing to do would be to leave, look for another place. But I was in no hurry to go back out into the storm, away from this warmth and comfort. “C’mon! You got a customer!” Nothing. Screw it, I said. I walked around behind the bar, found the Jack Daniel’s, found a highball glass, filled it halfway with ice then topped it with the whiskey. I went back around and sat at my stool, sipping that good warm bourbon and gazing out the window at the rain. Actually, this was my idea of a good bar. No jukebox blasting out the latest pap, no smoke, no inane chatter, no obnoxious drunks. And it appeared the drinks would be free as long as I vacated before somebody got back from wherever they were. The bourbon was like a golden magic as it slid down my throat, permeating across my senses, turning on the lights. “Hellooo!” I called again. Nothing. I picked up my drink, went around behind the bar and topped it off, then walked into the back. There was a little kitchen to the left of a short hallway. It was empty, dark. A phone stood on the wall just beyond the kitchen and beyond that, to the right, were the rest rooms. To the left was another door, unmarked. What the hell? I opened it. There was a woman. She appeared to be asleep, her head lolling back across the side of the settee she was sprawled on. Her blue jeans were down around her ankles and one hand rested against her blonde-brown bush, one finger sunk inside. Her blouse was open, her other hand cupping a lovely breast, the nipple hard and pointed, the aureole wide and tan. Well. “Hello.” I said again, softly this time. “Wha…” She sat bolt upright, one hand coming down to her side, the other flying up from below. She reddened, but didn’t move. “You look beautiful.” I told her. “You’ve…ah…caught me at a bad time.” I laughed. “Or a good time, depending on your point of view. It looks good from my point of view.” With that I went over to her and taking her face in my hands kissed her softly on the mouth. Her lips were full and moist, tasting slightly salty, slightly like a Dacquiri. Her eyes were a deep blue. She looked at me uncertainly. I kissed her again, tasting her lips, feeling the warmth and moistness. Her tongue slipped into my mouth like a sly little snake; I sucked it. Then I gave her my tongue. She dabbled with it, darting her tongue over it, around it, then ran her lips along it parting from me. Gazing at her beautiful blues I gently slipped her blouse off. She wore nothing underneath. I caressed along her cheeks with my lips, then down her neck and along her shoulder, kissing the roundness at her shoulder, mouthing it. I traced down to a breast, the right one, in all ways, a beautiful tit, full and firm but not too big. Just big enough for my hand to enclose around the bottom and bringing the nipple to my mouth I played with the brown bead in my mouth, turning it around, sucking it, licking it, lightly nibbling. It got even harder and I flicked at it with my tongue. She giggled. “That feels good…ummm…” I traced back up along her neck, her soft cheek, to her mouth again and we locked in a deep, wet kiss, falling backward onto the settee, me laying on top of her. “Take your shirt off.” She ordered me, her hands stroking my back like two tiny creatures out of control. As I stood on my knees to take the shirt off I looked at her fully for the first time. She was laid out on the settee, her blonde hair falling in curls over the side, her arms out along her sides, the fingers curled upward in a beckoning. Her tits sagged gently towards her sides, not large enough to really be pulled down. Her stomach flowed smooth down to the wonderful V where her arched thighs came together. I slowly lifted her legs and pulled off her pants, then nibbled and sucked and licked my way up her legs. I lingered on her thighs, so smooth, so soft, like a warm living pillow. Nestling my head against the pillow of one thigh I began probing at her pussy with my tongue. I licked and sucked around it first, inside the thighs and lifting her other leg getting underneath the pussy, almost to her asshole, then back up onto her stomach, then down into the bush, onto the clit like a master strumming the sitar. She was moaning and beginning to squirm. “Oooo, that’s good! Eat me! Lick it! It feels so good!” Her whole cunt glistened like some tropical flower. I took the clit into my mouth and sucked, I mouthed the whole thing, gumming it, then went back to a steady thrum, thrum, thrum the salty tang of pussy driving me bonkers. Then she came. A low moan built into a near howl as she wrapped her legs around my head and bucked and rocked, me still strumming like a fiend. Then she relaxed, her legs limp, arms limp. I moved forward and nuzzled her soaking pussy with my cock. She looked down at my hard number. “You’re a big boy.” She said, eyes bright with pleasure. The cock is maybe 7-8 inches, but fat, thick enough so that most women can barely get their hands to encircle it. I rubbed it around her bush, dragged it across her clit, then in one slow but smooth motion sunk it in to the hilt. I was home again. I didn’t move, just felt her muscles around my muscle, her heat around my heat, the pulsations of her heart and my heart coming together down there, my balls lying against her flesh, swelling then contracting. I moved just a little, feeling her pubic hair tangling with mine, wet from saliva and pussy juice. Then I pulled it out slowly, slowly, feeling every crevice and contour of the velvet of her vagina’s walls, until I was almost out, just the tip of the head still in, purple and throbbing. Then in again. Then slowly out again. This was heaven. Then short, very short in and outs, just the head entering, just past the ridge, Short but almost quick, then a deep dive, in, all along the shaft her pussy clutching and caressing a cock that was rock hard, enflamed and tingling, pulsing. Then came some real fucking. Driving in and out, in and out, deep, all the way in, all the way out, my balls slapping in rhythm against her ass, her legs thrown way up now, my prick pumping straight down into her, she moaning and crying, “Oh, yes! YES! FUCK ME!” me puffing and growling, nuzzling my face into the flesh of her shoulder, the rise of her tit, grabbing her by the butt, feeling those globes with both hands and driving her up into me as I drove down into her until in one continuous explosion, like being turned inside out, like hurtling through space, like a revelation, with a “YAAHHH!” I came. Then we lay there for a bit, cooling off. It felt good to lie there, still joined. I was still hard embedded inside her. It felt good, naked and hugging, breathing hard in each other’s ears. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Mona. What’s yours lover?” “Jack. I love you, Mona.” We just laid still, hugging, my cock refusing to go limp. At that point there were footsteps, then a voice calling; “Mona? You back here?” Before we had time to react a tall redhead pushed the door open and walked in. “Well.” She said, her eyebrows raised in a whimsical gaze at the two of us, stripped and locked together. “Jack, meet Louise. Louise, this is Jack.” “Mind if I don’t get up?” I said. “I’ll bet you already are. I’d like to see.” With that she strode over to us and began pulling at me. “C’mon, roll off of there. Let‘s see what we got here.” I rolled off Mona, onto my back, my cock springing up, glistening. Louise grabbed it and began gently caressing it, stroking it softly, examining it, exploring it. “Quite a<b> dong </font></b>you got here,” is all she said. Then with a gleam in her eyes she began stoking the shaft, her hand slipping over it easily with all it’s lubrication. She formed a ring with her thumb and first finger, jerking just the head, then she took her other hand and stroked the lower shaft. Her hand on the head moved fast, the other hand moved slowly, long strokes up to the head, down to the balls, up to the head, down to the balls. “Feel good?” she asked. “Oh, yes!” said I. “Definitely!” Then somehow, she managed to get down there with her tongue, licking my balls, then sucking them, swirling them around with her mouth, her tongue, all the time continuing with her hand motions. “Ah! Marvellous!” I shouted. “Yes!” she said, her eyes wild. She moved up the rod, licking, and took the head into her mouth - just the head at first, sucking it, than she gradually began to take more and more in, moving agonizingly slowly as more and more of my cock passed into her mouth then out again, a little more each time. Then Mona joined in. As Louise swallowed my prick, not quite a deep throat, but close, her mouth like warm, wet satin on my skin, Mona began licking my balls, licking and mouthing them. She’d suck them into her mouth as Louise worked my cock down her mouth, my cock and balls becoming almost totally swallowed by these two women. “Oh, Jesus!” I cried out. I couldn’t take much more of this. “Wait! Wait! Stop!” I yelled. “What…?” They both looked up at me. “I can’t come yet. Something I’ve got to do. Make me happy. Lie down, both of you, on your stomachs.” They did. The two of them beautiful there side by side, their two asses rising in irresistible invitation. I began kissing, licking, nuzzling first Louise’s shapely ass, then Mona’s rounder, more pronounced ass. I licked and nuzzled my way up Mona’s back to her shoulders, then moved over to Louise and moved down from her shoulders slowly to her ass. Then I took my stiff and shiny dick and laid it in the cleavage of Louise’s ass cheeks. I slid it back and forth. I moved over to Mona and did the same. I noticed then the two of them kissing each other, wet and deep. I slipped my rod into Louise‘s pussy. It seemed even tighter than Mona’s, clutching my cock, her ass feeling wonderful as my belly bounced on it. She rose up to meet my thrusts. I then moved over to Mona, pumping her from behind. She shook her ass around, then revolved it in circles as I pounded in and out. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I moved back to Louise, sinking my enflamed member all the way in, belly against ass, balls against pussy hair, I drew it out, then in, then pumped hard. Her ass rose up to me and I fell over it, reaching under to grab both tits, firm and full under my fingers. I threw my legs onto the settee, outside of her legs, and hunched like a mad dervish, humped like an animal , pussy, ass, cock, balls, all soaked and stinking of pussy. Then I felt Mona’s tongue on my balls - juggling my balls with her tongue. As I withdrew from Louise, Mona would lick my exposed shaft, when I sunk back in, she licked my balls. It was too much. I came in a great, long |
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