"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.