They had decided to eat at Evan's, an expensive place with candlelight and a wine list a mile long. The place also had a cocktail lounge, where an organist sat playing quiet dinner music.
When they had finished eating, Diane and Karen paid their bill and went into the lounge, where the good-looking young organist was entertaining four older couples, the middle-aged waitress, an old man and a young man, and the bartender with his music.
As soon as the girls had entered the room, he looked up, smiled at them, and watched them walk until they sat down a few tables down from him, facing him.
"He's cute," reflected Karen, relaxing in her seat and fumbling in her purse for a cigarette. "I wonder if we'll score with him tonight."
"I dunno," replied Diane, crossing her legs sensuously and noticing that the organist was watching the two of them closely. "Give him a beaver shot and see if he fucks up his song."
The girls laughed.
"He's prob'ly married," shrugged Diane. "Married, with five little brats runnin' around."
Karen shook her head. "He looks too young to have kids and too smart to be married."
Diane raised her eyebrows and glared at the brunette. "And what the hell are we, smart ass? Two morons?"
"I didn't mean it that way."
"We're twenty-three years old, honey," added Diane. "Don't talk that way. You make me feel old."
The waitress, a good-looking, well-built woman in her late forties, came to take their order.
"Who's the musician?" asked Karen, smiling.
The waitress returned her smile and replied, "That's Ralph Kier. He's our new attraction."
"We'd like to meet him," replied Diane. "D'ya know if he's married?"
"Sorry, ladies," the waitress replied shortly. "I'm here to take your orders, not, to fix you up with the organist."
Diane fought to remain calm. "Bring us the Goddam drinks, ten," she said firmly. "Two Scotches. With ice."
Without a word, the woman turned and walked quickly to the bar.
"Some bitch," reflected Karen.
"This place must be hard up for waitresses," remarked Diane.
Karen didn't reply.
The waitress returned with their drinks in a flash.
"You didn't have to hurry," whispered very sweetly. "You already blew your tip at this table, you and your big mouth."
The woman grumbled something incomprehensible, turned red in the face, and returned quickly to the bar.
Diane and Karen laughed and went back to watching the organist, who was just finishing his song.
A few minutes later, Ralph got up from his bench, switched off the organ, and went to where the two girls were sitting. "May I join you?" he asked politely, smiling.
Both girls nodded quickly.
Before he could begin the conversation, Karen interrupted him by saying, "How long are your breaks tonight?"
"Twenty minutes," he replied. "Why?"
This time Diane broke in. "When's your dressing room?" she asked, putting out her cigarette.
"Listen," he said, slightly embarrassed by their straightforwardness, "I don't think…"
"Twenty minutes," Diane interrupted, looking at her watch. "We've been bullshittin' for over one minute." She looked seriously at him and added, "Listen, sweetie. You got nineteen minutes left, a dressing room of your own, and the two of us all to yourself. Quit your bulishittin', now."
"Yeah," agreed Karen. "We're hornier than shit."
Sighing deeply, Ralph got up and led them to the rear of the place and down the hall. "You girls," he said, shaking his head, "are about the most outspoken…"
"Ya don't get nowhere," interrupted Karen, "if ya don't tell people what ya think."
"I guess not," he replied, and opened the door.
It was a small room with a lot of mirrors, a closet full of clothing, and a big couch. Diane locked the door behind her and the two girls stepped into the middle of the room. Without a word, they removed their clothing and stood looking at him curiously, wondering what he would do next.
It was obvious that Ralph had not seen many girls as beautiful as Karen and Diane. For long moments he just stood there, gaping at the two naked women, his mouth open, his jaw lowering itself toward the floor.
"C'mon," said Diane impatiently, taking him by the arm and puffing him toward them. "We know we're good-lookin'. C'mon. Don't just stand there. Let's fuck!"
Karen unbuttoned his jacket, took it off him, and hung it on a hanger. Diane loosened his pants and let them fall to the floor. She immediately got on her hands and knees and took his half-limp prick between her lips. He gasped and watched the two girls dumbly, as though he were in a trance, or watching a movie. Soon he found himself lying on his back on the floor, the two beautiful naked creatures fussing over him like two starved cats.
"Lemme have some of that," snapped Karen between clenched teeth. "We only got fifteen minutes, ya know."
Diane gaped at the thick, ten-inch cock in awe. "Christ, Ralphie," she gasped, licking her lips. "Ya really got a fuckin' monster!"
Karen squealed with pleasure and began licking the entire length of it. "Plenty of cock here," she whispered hungrily. "Enough for both of us!"
Ralph stirred, trying to relax. The sensation was too much for him. The girls' mouths and tongues heated his flesh, making him tremble. Already he could feel his juices bubbling up inside his balls. A drop of hot fluid emerged from the head of his cock and dribbled down his long, red pole.
"Minimum!" breathe Diane as she watched the juice flow down to the base of his prick. "He's squirtin' already."
Eagerly the girls shot for the warm jism, lapping it up hungrily and pushing one another away in their greed. Ralph fearfully watched the girls as though they were two starving wildcats viciously fighting for the same meal. He wondered if he would be hurt or crippled in the process.
Diane had successfully pushed Karen away from the throbbing red prick. It soon disappeared completely in her mouth. She began pumping it eagerly, her lips sliding up and down the slippery pole. Moaning, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them. Some juice came from his prick and washed the inside of her mouth. Gasping, she sucked the prick hungrily, using the inside of her mouth as a vacuum, so that every drop would flow thickly down her throat.
Karen, losing interest in Ralph's prick, climbed onto him and thrust her wet snatch eagerly into his face. He tasted the hot sweetness of her quim, and then began to suck it. She writhed sensuously, rubbing her hungry twat roughly against hi lips and pressing her throbbing clit against his nose.
Diane, still pumping Ralph's swollen cock, began mouth-fucking him furiously, with short, frenzied strokes. Her head moved up and down like a jackhammer, her mouth sucking him dot, her lips sliding up and down his prick in a desperate attempt to cause his prick to splash in her mouth. Tickling his balls, she made him moan and squirm beneath her. The jism in his balls began to thunder. Diane, finally, pumped his prick so furiously that she felt his balls explode. Moaning, she sucked his cock eagerly and swallowed every drop of his red-hot jism, closing her mouth tightly around the length of his cock and squeezing the base of his joint for more.
Ralph continued to suck Karen's wriggling cunt until she squealed, slammed her snatch roughly against his mouth, and squeezed out gallon upon gallon of fresh cunt juice. Sighing deeply, she jumped up and pulled on her pants.
"Thanks, Ralphie!" sang Diane, checking herself in the full-length mirror. Then she looked at her watch. "Wow! We did all that in less than fifteen minutes!"
"A record!" commented Karen as she helped him get into his suit. "A blow job, a big fat wad for Diane, and a good hard suck for me!" She kissed him tenderly on the lips and checked herself out before the mirror.
"You girls are something," he said, breathing deeply and making sure he looked all right.
"How long do you play before you get another break?" asked Karen.
"Forty minutes," he replied. Then he smiled. "Don't you girls have somewhere else to go tonight?"
"Nope. Why?" asked Diane. "Tryin' to get rid of us?"
"Hell, no!" he replied. "I just thought… well, you girls just seem too good-lookin' to be runnin'."
"Our husbands are out of town," replied Karen. "C'mon," she said, heading for the door. "It's time for you to go on again."
The three of them went back into the lounge. Ralph quickly returned to his organ, switched it on, made some adjustments, and began to play. The girls went back to their table and quickly ordered another round.
"I really enjoyed that," said Diane, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply.
Karen glared at her. "Next time," she said softly, "don't be such a pig. There was plenty for bath of us, you know."
Diane smiled at her. "First come, first served!" she replied, laughing.
Karen still glared at her. "The next time you do that," she said severely, "I'm gonna find something heavy enough to hit you over the head with!"
Diane shook her head and sighed. "Sweetie," she replied gently, "you wouldn't be so mad if you had been the one that got the cock!"
Karen thought about it for a few minutes. Then she said, "But it was still a piggy thing to do."
The waitress brought them their drinks.
For the next forty minutes, the girls sat quietly, drinking and smoking and listening to the music. They finished their drinks and quickly ordered another round. By the time Ralph had finished his forty-minute set, they were mildly dank, and much hornier than they had been before they had entered the lounge.
Ralph had barely closed the door to the dressing room when they went after him, their hands frantically working at his clothing. Before he knew what had happened, he was lying on his back again.
This time, Karen was the one who was working on his cock. She had had no trouble at all in getting him hard, using her tongue and lips to bring him to a super hard-on. Her tongue swirled around the head of his trembling joint, and soon he felt weak, as though a thousand tiny needles were assaulting his entire body at once.
Diane had pulled don her skirt and sat down on his face. Her pussy as hot and wet. He nibbled her swollen clit first, sucking it into his mouth and tickling the juicy, pink lips of her pussy at the same time. In one split second she had squealed in delight, pounded her snatch against his lips, and sprinkled juice all over his face.
Karen got up and positioned her snatch directly over his pulsating dong. Grasping the prick, she giggled and rubbed the thick, round head of his reamer deliciously against the moist lips of her pussy. Ralph groaned and felt his heart pumping madly.
Karen fitted the head of his prick between the hungry lips of her cunt. She climaxed, squealed, and wriggled her hips frantically. Then she lowered herself onto his rod slowly, until his entire prick had disappeared into her snatch. Ralph felt her pussy enveloping his joint. God, the was hot inside! His prick was on fire!
She began to pump him slowly, raising her snatch and immediately lowering it onto his prick. A moment later, her body got tingly all over, and she felt the juices rushing madly down her tube.
Ralph had stuck three fingers into Diane's juicy twat and was pumping her frantically as he sucked her swollen clit. Her cunt constantly dripped juice. He pulled his fingers from her soggy slit, licked off the cream, returned them to her gash, and continued pumping her. Diane's body jerked and writhed. Her big juts bounced wildly.
Karen rode the big cock until Ralph gasped and felt his prick beginning to spurt. Her cunt gobbled up the hot jism and sucked him dry. She continued to sit on his joint until she was certain there was nothing left.
Diane got off three more quick spurts of cream before she sighed deeply and slumped to the floor beside him.
The threesome lay still for perhaps two minutes.
Then they got up, dressed, checked themselves in front of the mirror, and went back to the lounge.
"I'm tired," whispered Diane a few minutes later, after the waitress had brought them fresh drinks. "Let's go home."
"Not now," replied Karen, sipping her drink and watching Ralph at the organ. "I have other plans."
"What the hell's goin' on?" asked her friend impatiently.
Karen smiled and shrugged.
"C'mon," ordered Diane. "Give!"
"I was just thinkin' of followin' him home," whispered Karen, excited. "There's only one more set. Then he'll be goin' home."
"You're crazy," replied the bosomy blonde. "He's married, we already know that. His old lady might be waitin' for him."
Karen shook her head. "I doubt it," she replied. "If his wife was in town, she'd been right here, with him. I don't think he brought her, to tell you the truth."
"You're still crazy."
"You don't have to come, you know."
"What? And let you hog all that good, hot cock?" Diane shook her head. "Not on your life."