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.