Two old guys (Bill & Terry) and me
29th May 2009
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Continued from "My meeting with Bill and his mate"...
No sooner had Terry and I slid across into the back seat of Bill's car, than Bill started the engine and turned into traffic. I realised my boobs were still on show from before, and feeling exposed, I started to do up the buttons of my dress. "Leave it," Terry ordered, "I haven't finished with them." He firmly caught both my small wrists together in one of his large hands, his accompanying leery grin and gruff demand sending a shiver of awareness through me.
At 18, I was certainly no virgin but I was far from being experienced either. I'd only had one boyfriend who hadn't done much to initiate me into the world of sex. With Darryl it had been the typical wham, bam, thankyou ma'am and by comparison, Bill and Terry being in their 50’s/60's knew exactly what they were doing. I'd had more orgasms in the last 24 hours under Bill's expert touch than in the last six months with my ex. I was hoping both men realised this was all completely new to me. I may have been somewhat innocent but I knew what felt good and they’d sure made me feel bloody good.
Terry started licking and sucking at my breasts again like he had done outside the car and I felt my eyes drifting closed as sensation spread through me like molten lava. In between watching the road and traffic, Bill was keeping an eye on proceedings in the rear-view mirror and the thought of him watching as Terry lavished his needy tongue and mouth over my tits, increased the heat between my thighs. Being watched was also something completely foreign to me but I was enjoy the attention. Terry slowly slid his free hand from my breasts down over my stomach. I raised my backside off the seat in anticipation but he continued the torment, keeping his hand well clear of my drenched panties. I started moaning and was raising my hips off the seat so that he would take the hint of where I wanted his hand but he made no move to stop caressing and massaging my tummy. My loins were positively aching with need.
“What does Terry need to hear you say? You know what we want,” Bill asked from the front seat. I moaned some more. “We didn’t hear you. What do you say to Terry?” he said again. “Please Terry,” I moaned. Then Terry demanded, “Louder! Beg me for it. Beg me for what you want.” “PLEASE, Terry,” I wailed, “PLEASE.” My groin was on fire and I just wanted him to put me out of my aching misery.
It was about then that Bill stopped the car somewhere and flicked the interior light on. He got out of the front and climbed into the back seat alongside me, leaving both the front and rear doors wide open. I was aware of the shift of power as Terry released my hands into one of Bill’s, who forced them with one swift movement to rest on the top of my head, still pinned in place with his. “That’s what we like to hear, don’t we Terry?” Bill crooned softly. “Sexy little sluts should always use their manners, shouldn’t they? Say it. Say, Yes Bill and Terry.” “Yes Bill and Terry.” As soon as I’d said it, Terry started unbuttoning the rest of my dress all the way through, exposing the rest of my body to their hungry eyes.
He massaged my boobs again and slowly worked his hands down, down until goosebumps invaded my skin and my vagina throbbed with anticipation. But instead of pulling my panties down as I’d hoped he would, Terry took them in his hands and ripped them along the seam, tearing a gaping great opening at the crotch, leaving nothing but a few scraps of elastic around the legs and a bit at the top. Only then did he cup my shaven mound with his large, warm hand and slowly start giving me what I’d waited for for so long. Bill stuck his tongue in my mouth and played with my tits with his free hand as Terry teasingly lowered his mouth between my legs and started lapping at my juices, making me buck under his magic tongue.
“Yes, that’s it. My little slut loves that, doesn’t she?” whispered Bill in my ear. “Yes Bill and Terry,” I croaked, trying to find my voice. “What does my horny little slut say if she wants more?” By now I knew the drill. “Please Bill and Terry, I want more,” I moaned.
(This is a bit long, I’d better start another page)
No sooner had Terry and I slid across into the back seat of Bill's car, than Bill started the engine and turned into traffic. I realised my boobs were still on show from before, and feeling exposed, I started to do up the buttons of my dress. "Leave it," Terry ordered, "I haven't finished with them." He firmly caught both my small wrists together in one of his large hands, his accompanying leery grin and gruff demand sending a shiver of awareness through me.
At 18, I was certainly no virgin but I was far from being experienced either. I'd only had one boyfriend who hadn't done much to initiate me into the world of sex. With Darryl it had been the typical wham, bam, thankyou ma'am and by comparison, Bill and Terry being in their 50’s/60's knew exactly what they were doing. I'd had more orgasms in the last 24 hours under Bill's expert touch than in the last six months with my ex. I was hoping both men realised this was all completely new to me. I may have been somewhat innocent but I knew what felt good and they’d sure made me feel bloody good.
Terry started licking and sucking at my breasts again like he had done outside the car and I felt my eyes drifting closed as sensation spread through me like molten lava. In between watching the road and traffic, Bill was keeping an eye on proceedings in the rear-view mirror and the thought of him watching as Terry lavished his needy tongue and mouth over my tits, increased the heat between my thighs. Being watched was also something completely foreign to me but I was enjoy the attention. Terry slowly slid his free hand from my breasts down over my stomach. I raised my backside off the seat in anticipation but he continued the torment, keeping his hand well clear of my drenched panties. I started moaning and was raising my hips off the seat so that he would take the hint of where I wanted his hand but he made no move to stop caressing and massaging my tummy. My loins were positively aching with need.
“What does Terry need to hear you say? You know what we want,” Bill asked from the front seat. I moaned some more. “We didn’t hear you. What do you say to Terry?” he said again. “Please Terry,” I moaned. Then Terry demanded, “Louder! Beg me for it. Beg me for what you want.” “PLEASE, Terry,” I wailed, “PLEASE.” My groin was on fire and I just wanted him to put me out of my aching misery.
It was about then that Bill stopped the car somewhere and flicked the interior light on. He got out of the front and climbed into the back seat alongside me, leaving both the front and rear doors wide open. I was aware of the shift of power as Terry released my hands into one of Bill’s, who forced them with one swift movement to rest on the top of my head, still pinned in place with his. “That’s what we like to hear, don’t we Terry?” Bill crooned softly. “Sexy little sluts should always use their manners, shouldn’t they? Say it. Say, Yes Bill and Terry.” “Yes Bill and Terry.” As soon as I’d said it, Terry started unbuttoning the rest of my dress all the way through, exposing the rest of my body to their hungry eyes.
He massaged my boobs again and slowly worked his hands down, down until goosebumps invaded my skin and my vagina throbbed with anticipation. But instead of pulling my panties down as I’d hoped he would, Terry took them in his hands and ripped them along the seam, tearing a gaping great opening at the crotch, leaving nothing but a few scraps of elastic around the legs and a bit at the top. Only then did he cup my shaven mound with his large, warm hand and slowly start giving me what I’d waited for for so long. Bill stuck his tongue in my mouth and played with my tits with his free hand as Terry teasingly lowered his mouth between my legs and started lapping at my juices, making me buck under his magic tongue.
“Yes, that’s it. My little slut loves that, doesn’t she?” whispered Bill in my ear. “Yes Bill and Terry,” I croaked, trying to find my voice. “What does my horny little slut say if she wants more?” By now I knew the drill. “Please Bill and Terry, I want more,” I moaned.
(This is a bit long, I’d better start another page)
