“Oh my God,” she exclaimed quietly, “shit, it’s huge!”
I smiled, chuckling a bit at her excitement.
“You’re much bigger than my-” She stopped herself.
“It’s okay, you can say it.” I tried to help her.
“You’re much bigger than my husband.” She stated with a smirk and another giggle. Her free hand moved back to the base, gently holding and stroking me.
“Not like that telephone pole you grabbed earlier,” I joked. Referencing her enthusiasm to hold that big Texan’s cock earlier tonight.
She smiled but focused on my cock in her hand, “I can’t believe I’m doing this, right here, with you. How can this be so wrong, but feel so right?” She continued.
“We know the feeling Valerie,” Michele validated her emotions.
“Fuck Scott, you’re much bigger up close, I don’t think I can take you. You’ll destroy me.” She said with a worrying tone.
“Let’s worry about that later.” I encouraged, pleading with her to live in the moment.
“Valerie, if you don’t taste that precum right now, I’m going to.” Michele stated, her eyes not leaving my erect mast.
Valerie smiled wider again, and leaned over, extending her tongue. The warmth of her tongue on the engorged and sensitive head felt incredible. She lapped over the slit, picking up the drop that had formed. Pulling her mouth back for a second to taste my silky treat.
“Mmmmmmm,” a moan almost a growl escaped her lips, “you’re so sweet!” She lowered her head again, licking the tip and swirling her warm tongue all over the purple head. She opened her mouth and slipped some of the crown into her mouth, closing her full lips just above the ridge, and sucked. I could feel another pulse of precum leave the tip into her waiting mouth. She moaned again and swallowed. She swirled the head again with her tongue, teasing the ridge and licking the first inch or so of my pulsating shaft.
Michele was enjoying this. She’d moved from teasing her breasts with her forearms, now clutching her globes roughly with both hands, and pinching her nipples through her dress. I watched her a moment longer before returning to watching Valerie’s head twisting and bobbing in my lap.
She tried to open her mouth and take me deeper, making it just an couple of inches, but the tight confines of the booth and table made it difficult. She relented to more licking and sucking my precum from the tip, pouring out for her hungry mouth. She licked and sucked and swallowed, teasing me, being playful for my benefit, but she was enjoying herself too.
She pulled her full lips off my cock and sat up, keeping the one hand pulling my briefs down and the other moving to slowly stroke my length. She glided her hand over every inch of my hard cock, now slippery and shiny with her saliva.
“Holy fuck, you taste so good!” She exclaimed happily through her soft, wet lips.
“Doesn’t he?!” Confirmed Michele. “I’m a little jealous you got the first taste.”
“Your turn,” Valerie encouraged looking at Michele.
She did not waste one second, immediately laying sideways to make room for her pregnant belly as she slipped down. Valerie held my cock tight at the base, presenting Michele with every inch. Michele lowered her lips to my cock, closing them just beneath the head, and sucked hard. Valerie stroked just a little at the base, working more fluid up to Michele’s delight as she moaned and giggled around my flesh.
Sitting here in a dark bar, getting head from two beautiful women was almost too much to take. I looked at both of them, Michele’s blonde hair now draped on my lap, Valerie’s smiling face, grinning from ear to ear. She was enjoying herself tremendously.
Michele took one last hard pull trying to drain every drop in my nine inches of shaft, like a long straw, reaching for the last taste. She removed her lips slowly, Valerie’s hand continued stroking their mixed saliva making her fist slippery as it worked up and down the monster in her hand.
They both looked at each other and giggled, smiling wide. I could see Valerie becoming even more comfortable, and bold with her own sexual intent. Michele looked on, a knowing expression crossing her face. Valerie looked up at me, still stroking me slowly and reached up with her lips towards me. I leaned down, my lips meeting hers and kissed her softly. Our first kiss. At first our lips barely touching, gently caressing each other, but then growing in intensity. Our lips eventually gave way to our swirling tongues, dancing with each other in and out of both of our mouths. I felt tingles extending across my face and down my neck, a warmth extending throughout my entire body. We must have kissed like that for a few minutes but it felt like an hour, lost in complete bliss.
She broke off, looking down at my hard mast in her strong hand. She gently lifted her hand off of me, and released my briefs carefully from her other hand, letting the the waistband stretch across my cock as it laid against my belly, pointed at the ceiling too big to be tucked into my pants.
She looked at me again, opening her lips slowly as if savoring the taste of our touch. “You’re a really good kisser,” she whispered.
In my peripheral view, I saw Michele smile wide. She’d said that to me once too.
“It takes two for something like that,” I responded. Happy to experience her ability too, it had been very passionate, similar to Michele and I in that regard, but different in its own way. I’m glad Valerie felt the same, I could get lost in her lips..
Michele spoke up, pressing her hands against the end of the table in front of her, “I think we need to get out of here, and find someplace with more room.”
“Agreed.” Valerie confirmed. Both women looking as if they’d get up right away.
“Uh, ladies…” I spoke up, but looking down at my erection, which hadn’t subsided one bit. “I’m going to have to sit here a moment.”
They both smiled wide and laughed, sitting back in the seats on either side of me. Looking at the bulbous head, unable in its erect state to be bent back into my pants.
“We can sit here as long as you need to.” Valerie stated while smiling wide, not taking her eyes of my dick still peering over the edge of the table.
“Just not too long,” Michele quipped, “I’m drowning in my own juices.”
I smiled, looking at Michele, so beautiful, and sensual and extraordinarily effective at keeping me erect. “You’re not helping Michele.”
She giggled, “sorry. Let’s talk about anything else right now.”
“Tell me about the week you met-” Valerie started to ask.
“We can’t talk about that either.” I said urgently.
We laughed together. It was nice to be able to be passionate beyond belief one moment, and laughing the next with both these women. I appreciated that, I know Michele did, and it looked like Valerie enjoyed it too.
“Ok, let me tell you more about my work with law enforcement.” Valerie stated flatly.
Michele and I smiled at each other, knowing this conversation will help bring my mast to at least half staff where we could leave. Valerie still eyed my cock from her seated position. I saw her looking and knew what she wanted. I did too, but it had to wait.