Sheila and Carol entered the club at precisely eight o'clock.
They both looked ravishing. Sheila had showered and had put on a lacy, sleeveless mini-dress was so short that her blonde thatch of pubic hair was almost visible between her legs.
Carol had put on a tight pair of red hot pants, white, knee-length boots, and a tight, black bikini-top. They looked voluptuous, hot, and ready for action. Even though there were only two or three people at the place when they entered, all heads turned toward them, and shocked eyes popped out of straining sockets.
"When's this place start jumpin'?" asked the blonde as the two lovely creatures sat down at a table only a few tables up from the dimly-lit stage.
"It starts filling up around nine o'clock or so," replied the bosomy redhead.
The waitress approached their table and took their order. She was gone in a flash.
The girls lit their cigarettes and surveyed the room for an interested man. There were none.
"The place is bound to be packed pretty soon," reassured Carol. "Just wait."
Sheila nodded.
The waitress brought them their drinks.
At eight-thirty, the place was still far from filled. About a dozen people had staggered in, most of them couples or small groups. Carol and Sheila began to get restless. The blonde had already had four drinks; the redhead had had three. Their ashtray was stacked with dead cigarette butts.
"I'm gettin' tired of this place," said Sheila, shifting uneasily in her chair. "And I'm horny as hell."
"If you'll just…" Carol never finished her statement. Both girls had noticed the young man who had crossed the big room and made his way to the stage. He was very tall and slender, with light-brown, shoulder-length hair. Once on stage, he went to the electric bass and inspected it closely. He seemed totally absorbed with his instrument.
Without taking her eyes from the young musician, the blonde said softly, "Have you ever been fucked by a musician?"
"No… but I'm game if you are," replied the smiling redhead.
As if he felt someone's eyes on him, the young man looked up. Then he saw the voluptuous girls sitting at their table. The blonde was motioning for him to join 'em. Smiling, he set down his bass and went over hi their table.
"Are ya with the band?" asked Carol.
"Yep," he replied, smiling and sitting down.
"What time do ya start playin'?" asked the blonde, sighing and making her big tits push upwards.
"Ten o'clock," he replied, looking closely at the big titties. He felt his cock growing hard.
"Good," squealed Carol, looking at her watch. "That gives us over an hour!"
He could hardly contain himself. His jism was already roaring within his tight rocks. He got up. "I gotta van outside," he said uneasily.
"Fuck the van," said Sheila. "Isn't there a dressing room in this place?"
He swallowed hard and nodded.
"What'sa matter?" teased Carol. "Couldn't ya use a good, sudsy screw right about now?"
"Let's go," he said, turning and quickly making his way toward the rear of the building.
It was a big, well-lit room. There was a couch against the wall, to their left. The girls led him over to the couch. He stood there numbly while they unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his pants and shoes. Then they made him lie down on the couch on his back.
The girls undressed simultaneously.
He swallowed thickly, feeling his cock throbbing and wondering when he had seen such beautiful girls before. His balls roared in their tight sac. His eyes strained their sockets. The blonde was absolutely gorgeous. She had the type of body you expect to see in Playboy, or an expensive, R-rated movie. Her tits were round and big and sprang outwards when freed from their dress. The areolas of her breasts were bigger than silver dollars. The cherry-colored nipples were thick and about as long as the first joint of his little finger.
The redhead was also something from the same movie. Her jugs were bigger than the blonde's. He found that his eyes were glued to the redhead's rusty-colored twat. The hair was soft and curly; it glistened in the harsh dressing-room lighting.
Carol climbed onto the couch. She straddled his face and, reaching down, separated the pink walls of her tube with her fingers.
"Whatcha see is whatcha get," she said, giggling and rotating her hips. He gasped and watched her as she pushed her pink gash nearer to his face. He could smell her sweet hotness. Then the soft lips of her quim were rubbing against his mouth.
The blonde had both hands, wrapped around his throbbing member. "It's nearly a foot long!" she squealed, wetting her lips. He suddenly gasped when he felt the warm, soft lips rubbing against the head of his joint. Sheila covered the smooth, round head of the big joint with her mouth and began milking him. She tickled his balls and covered them with the palm of her hand. They were hot and tight. She blew on them, kissed them, sucked a testicle into her mouth, rubbed them, tickled his moist asshole with her thumb.
Carol began jerking her twat against the man's greedy lips. His tongue shot out of his mouth and caught her on the thick, hard clit. She squealed and pumped against him. Her wetness dripped from her greasy hole and slid onto his nose. She laughed and pounded her pussy into his mouth. He drank her thick juices, spread open her crack lips, and blew inside. Carol popped, gasping and squirming on his mouth.
The blonde opened her mouth wide and, lowering her head, slid her juicy lips down the length of his throbbing snake until the prick head lodged in her throat. She moaned and sighed. There was still another three inches to go. She slid her lips up and down his cock and gasped when the big prong grew an inch longer.
Carol popped once again. The streams of slit juice soaked his mouth, chin, and cheeks. He sucked her pussy for more. His tongue entered her hole and wriggled around inside. She squirmed over him. He looked up and saw the big titties dancing in the air. Reaching up, he rubbed them and made her shoot her guns again. Bringing down his hands, he spread her cunt hole wide open, shot three fingers into the pink tube, and felt the warm liquid trickling onto his fingers.
Sheila, convinced that the long pole was hard and wet enough, straddled his thighs. She reached down and pumped him with both hands. His balls twitched angrily. Raising her ass, she spread her legs. The blunt head of the reamer pushed hotly against her pussy crack. She shivered, grasped the prick with one hand to steady it, and lowered herself onto the thick, foot-long joint.
The young man jumped, nearly topping over the writhing redhead. The blonde swallowed the prick completely slamming down her snatch in an effort to suck every inch. She groaned and swayed above him. He felt her slit muscles getting tight and wet. She began tightening them and loosening them around his cock, milking him and making him get harder.
The blonde began writhing over the pole, her slit sliding hotly against the length of him. She reached down behind her, cupped his balls in her hand, and squeezed. He howled and jerked spastically. Sheila felt the balls getting ready to explode. She slammed her snatch up and down, milking him and tightening around him all the while. Her canyon filled with juice and flooded onto his throbbing reamer. Her boobs jumped wildly as she pumped him. She hammered out four quick pops of juice before his cock soaked her hot tube with jism.
"My turn," squealed Carol, getting up from the couch and waiting for Sheila to get up from the limp dick. She eyed the soft peter and smiled in delight. "It is big, isn't it?" she asked the other girl. "Even when it's soft, for Chrissakes!"
The redhead dove for the spent cock. Her mouth swallowed it and sucked it eagerly. She soon felt it responding to her motions. She gasped in surprise and went to it at a berserk pace.
Sheila climbed onto his shoulders and lowered her gash so that it was staring him in the eye. He gulped.
The blonde's pussy was big and pink and soggy with jism. He rolled her toward him and pressed his mouth roughly against the hot pink lips. Tasting his own juice, he rubbed the love hole with his lips and tongue, reached up, pulled and squeezed the berserk clit, shoved his thumb into the steamy well, jammed his other thumb up her creamy ass crack, pumped her slit and clit, stuffed his tongue into her waked tube, and pumped her ass eagerly.
Sheila began bouncing on him. She thudded her wet gash into his face and wriggled her hips. He felt her spreading her thighs so that her asshole widened.
Carol had finally got the limp prick to stand on its own. Her lips began a trail of kisses that started at the base and ended at the very tip. A bubble of jism left the slit and trickled down the thick head. Moaning in delight, the greedy redhead licked the warm juice and tongued the prick hole for more.
She saw his balls quivering in their sac. Opening her mouth, she took a testicle between her lips. It was hard and warm. Using her tongue to rub and massage it, she pumped him, her fingers barely touching the skin of his dick. It made his entire body shudder and jerk. The prong grew harder. Carol smiled and swallowed it whole.
The redhead mounted him a few minutes later. Her pussy lips were hot and ready. The young man shuddered as the wet quim rubbed against the a sensitive head of his rammer. She pulled open her gash and eased in the joint. It grew inside her, pressing roughly against her cunt walls. She lowered her snatch until the base of the dick was rubbing against her pink pussy lips.
Carol sat quite still for nearly a minute. She sighed and let the prick fill her insides. It was throbbing thickly. She felt his balls moving near the base of his dong.
The redhead moved her twat slowly and deliciously, causing her slit lips to slide up and down the big, hard pole. The prick made her steam her walls. She ground her pelvis against him. Her tight ass slapped him on the hips.
Moments later, Carol stopped moving on him.
She opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes, and gasped. The slit juice steamed her cunt, washing the giant poker. The young man grunted and felt himself beginning to spend.
The blonde was still wriggling over his face. Her pink pussy rubbed against his mouth and chin. He continued eating her, rubbing his mouth against her steamy gash and fucking her with his tongue. Sheila struggled over him, moaning and heaving.
Her cunt sprayed him again and again. The jism streamed downwards, out of her greased tube and onto his hungry lips and tongue.
Carol pumped the swollen pork until it machine-gunned inside her. The hot, luscious sperm coated her canyon thickly, making her drain her own stuff. The redhead continued milking the spending prick until the last of his jism geysered upwards, into her greedy hole.
Sheila orgasmed one more time before she slumped forward into his arms. The sated threesome remained motionless for the next live minutes, until Carol noticed that someone had been standing in the doorway, watching them silently.
"Who's that hunk?" asked the redhead, eyeing the young, good-looking guy longingly.
The young man lying on the couch twisted to see whom it was. He smiled. "It's Greg," he said. "C'mon it, buddy! You don't know what the fuck you're missin'!"
Slightly embarrassed, the young man entered the room and stood awkwardly in the middle of the dressing room.
"That's Greg," explained the other young man. "He's our drummer."
"I adore drummers!" moaned Carol, eyeing the fat bulge between the man's legs.
"By the way," said Sheila. "What's your name, baby?"
"Ray," he replied.
"I'm Sheila," smiled the blonde, "and this is Carol."
"C'mon, honey," said Carol, looking at Greg. "You look as horny as anyone!" The redhead got up from the couch and went over the young man. She kissed him passionately, shoving her tongue into his mouth and reaching down to massage his half-hard prick.
Sheila went over the twosome and helped her friend remove the young man's clothing. Soon he was completely naked. Carol quickly got to her knees, wet her lips, and sucked the thick prick to life.
"They'll getcha off," explained Ray. "They're the best when it comes to givin' you a head."
As Carol was sucking Greg's cock, the blonde wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Her aroused tongue darted into his mouth and played with his own tongue. He moaned and began to gasp.
Carol squealed. "I dunno whatcha got in that luscious mouth of yours, honey," she said to Sheila, "but whatever it is, have it patented, for Chrissakes! Ya just made him grow a good two inches!" Then she shook her head and went back to his cock.
Sheila got on her knees beside the redhead. Carol moved over a few inches and the girls stuck out their tongues and began to work on the throbbing joint eagerly. The young man sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He began to shudder.
"Maybe he should lie down for this," suggested the thoughtful blonde.
"All right," agreed Carol.
The girls made him lie down on the thick carpet. They knelt down on either side of him and bent over. Their tongues resumed working his cock and balls.
Sheila took a thick blue vein and began to suck it. It stood out and pumped with blood. She watched Carol milking his balls and sliding her tongue up and down the complete length of him.
The blonde brought up his right leg and began to kiss his inner thigh. The skin fluttered, and he groaned, his chest heaving. Carol was concentrating on Greg's balls and asshole. Sheila swallowed the blunt, round prick head and pumped it in her mouth.
Both girls wrapped their hands around the thick prong and pumped it vigorously. They took turns swallowing the thick head. First Sheila. Then, Carol. One after the other, until Greg could take no more. His thick prick water exploded, spouting out of his jerking pole and spraying in the air. It landed all over the carpet two feet beyond his head.
The girls, however, were not quite finished.
They began to lick the dripping prick hungrily. Carol swallowed the sputtering head while Sheila blew hotly on his balls. It didn't take them longer than two minutes to get him hard again. Before he knew what was happening, he felt his cock, once again throbbing in mid-air.
Sheila straddled him and sucked his pole up her moist slit hole. She began to pump him with slow, deliberate strokes. Her steamy tube rubbed hotly against his rigid pale. Her pussy lips slapped against [missing text]. Carol straddled his face.
The redhead thrust her jism-soaked cunt in his face and rubbed it against his lips. Her clit caught him on the nose. As though in a trance, he began sucking her and licking her hot hole. He reached up, squeezed her clit, sucked it into his mouth, and lapped up the honey water that steamed her hole.
Sheila rode the big pole. She sucked him all the way up her snatch. Then she went tense, wailed, and jerked her hips. The slit cream heated his prick and rocks, making him hot and wet and bubbling with semen. She clamped her quim muscles tightly against him and pounded her ass against his thighs. A moment later, he gasped and shot his wad thickly into her awaiting gash.
Carol shot her guns three more times. Greg swallowed the hot, sweet-tasting fluid, pumped her slit, prodded her asshole, and sent her bucking helplessly above him. Then she sighed deeply and panted, swaying in depletion.
Five minutes later, the girls were getting dressed. "Are we gonna see you dolls again tonight?" asked Ray.
"D'ya want to?" asked Carol.
Greg and Ray laughed as though they couldn't believe what they had just beard.
"You can't be serious," said Greg. "You broads are gems!"
Carol and Sheila turned and headed for the door.
"Well?" asked Ray. "Will we?"
"D'ya want to?" asked Carol once more.
"Yes, for Chrissakes!"
"How much?" asked Sheila.
"Helluva lot," replied a flustered Ray.
Sheila opened the door. "All right," she said.
"When do ya break?"
"At ten-forty," replied Greg.
They started to leave the room.
"Will we see ya again, for Chrissakes?" begged Ray.
Carol smiled at both of them. Before she closed the door, she said, "Maybe. If you're good little boys."