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."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The ride to Ralph's hotel was very short.
The hotel was only three blocks from Evan's. It was an expensive-looking place, well lit in front, with a blaze of multicolored neon lights. It also had a private parking lot and a young man stationed outside who did nothing but park cars.
As soon as they saw Ralph get out of his car and walk into the place, the girls got out of their car. They had left the car parked about twenty yards up the street, along the curb. Neither of them had wanted to bother tipping the young man for parking their car.
The lobby of the hotel was furnished lavishly. It was a huge room, with a coffee shop, a lounge and a small bookstore.
"We don't even know what floor he's on," whispered Diane in disappointment.
Karen walked over to the desk. The night clerk was sitting at his desk in the corner, writing something. Glancing at them, he smiled, got up, and went over. "What is it, ladies?" he asked politely.
"What room is Mr. Kier staying in?" asked Karen.
The clerk opened his book and checked the names on the list. A moment later, he said, "Room eight-ten." He smiled at them, and closed the book.