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."
CHAPTER TEN
The girls returned to their table and ordered another round.
The room had been getting slightly crowded. Someone had turned down the lights. Sheila and Carol nonchalantly glanced at the newcomers. Most of the men had noticed the girls' arrival; their eyes roamed the two voluptuous bodies hypnotically.
"We sure had a good time in there, didn't we?" asked Sheila, smiling and gesturing toward the dressing room.
Carol laughed. "I just noticed something, honey."
"What's that?"
"Look at the setup on stage."
The blonde glanced at the band's equipment. "So?"
Carol eyed the shapely blonde. "Don't ya see, honey? Greg is the drummer. Ray is the bass player."
Sheila shrugged.
"There happens to be enough stuff on stage for four guys – not just two."
The blonde turned and looked at the equipment again. Then she laughed. "Ya know, baby, you're right, for Chrissakes! I also see an electric guitar, now that ya mentioned it."
"They prob'ly have a lead singer, too," added the redhead.
"Carol, you're pretty observant, ya know," she giggled. "And pretty horny, too. Four guys are twice as fun as two!" The blonde nodded in total agreement. At ten o'clock, the four uniformly-dressed musicians climbed onto the stage and began warming up their instruments. Sheila and Carol both noticed the additional men. They were tall and thin, like Ray, quite handsome, with mustaches and shoulder-length hair.
Carol squealed in delight. "They're adorable!" The blonde sighed deeply. "They are," she agreed. "Honey, we're gonna have the time of our lives!"
"I'm comin' already!" whispered the redhead in excitement. "May pants are all wet!"
Ten minutes later, the band began performing.
Five minutes before the band's first break, Carol and Sheila were in the dressing room, waiting for the four men to come into the room. They were completely naked.
"I feel like a high-school girl waiting for her first screw," said Carol. "It's embarrassing!"