They looked at Joe Henry.
Joe tipped his Stetson and smiled.
The three women put their heads together. They whispered and nodded. They grinned.
Joe was about to approach the three, when, to his surprise; one of the women got off her stool and walked towards him, hips swaying just as if she were not a respectable woman.
She smiled and said, "My name is Jennifer."
"Joe Henry, at your service ma'am," he said.
"Mmm, yes, I hope so," said Jennifer. "My friends and I are looking for someone to fuck."
Joe took the cigar from his mouth and took a deep breath.
"Is… is that so? I'd be happy to oblige."
"Splendid," said Jennifer. "Do you have a couple of friends?"
"Er… no," said Joe.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter. We all think you're adorable… do you think you could manage all three of us?"
Joe gulped and then said, "Yeah… yeah I guess I could."
Jennifer nodded to the other two. They came over smiling and stopped on either side of Joe. He slowly turned his head, looking from one to the other. Then he shook his head, overawed by these women.
"This is Carol and this is Colleen," Jennifer said. "Girls, this is Joe Henry."
"He's perfect," Carol said.
"Gorgeous," said Colleen.
Joe grinned in his most charming manner. Things were looking up for him.
They left the Moonglow together with Joe in the middle.
In the car they groped him.
Carl worked her fingers around in his crotch and her eyes widened as she felt the massive hunk of meat he possessed. His dick wasn't hard but, even soft it felt like a formidable rack of joy.
"Our very own stud," said Jennifer, running her hand along the impressive contours of his cock.
Joe Henry felt a bit like a toy.
But his big prick, if it was a toy, was starting to harden as they fondled him.
He was impressed with the apartment, which was much nicer than the one which he had been forced to vacate that mommy. He wandered around, checking things cut. The place was clean. The bed a large, comfortable fucking platform. This will suit me very nicely, he thought. He went back into the sitting room.
And found the three women naked.
"Well, now," he said, cool as a cucumber. "Why don't you show us your dick?" His hand went to his fly. He was in a very strange situation but one thing he knew – he was not wanting for dick. His cock was his pride and joy, the tool of his trade.
He hauled his mighty weapon out.
"Oh, my!" Colleen said.
Jennifer and Carol gasped.
Joe Henry's cock was far and away the largest hunk of meat they had ever encountered, although all three of them had known a dick or two in their lives.
It was not completely hard yet, but it looped out from his fly in a great, sinuous coil.
"It looks like an elephant's trunk," Jennifer said.
"Big as a chimney," said Carol.
Joe grinned, pleased at their reaction. He pushed his hips out and his cock swayed, still sticking out in a great arc, as if the knob were so heavy that the shaft could not pull it up into a rampant angle.
He dipped his hand into his buckskin pants and dragged his balls out, so, that all of his great carnal equipment was revealed. His balls were as big as melons, his stalk looked as fat as a forearm and the great purple slab of his dick-head was almost frightening in its magnitude.
The three horny women moved in closer, staring in total absorption at this masterpiece.
"It looks armor-plated," Jennifer gasped.
"God! He could fuck whales!" cried Carol.
"He could sure fuck me," said Jennifer, and the vision of that formidable dick danced like sugar plums in her head.
And as they gazed in fascination at his huge cock, as if their vision had some tactile, caressing property, his monstrous prick slowly surged up into a full erection. It stood like a battering ram before him, the knob glowing a dark purple and the thick vein throbbing up the ventral shaft. His balls expanded like inflating balloons. The tip was steaming. It stretched up all the way to his breastbone.
"It looks naked," said Colleen, grinning, "It ought to have a flag on the top."
"It ought to have my cunt on the bottom," Jennifer said.
She looked at her two friends.
"Me first?" she asked.
Colleen and Carol both nodded. Truth be known, they were a little afraid of that huge bludgeon. And Jennifer, who had never in her life been accused of having a small twat, wasn't sure that she could take it, herself.
"I'll try," she said.
"We'll help," said Carol.
Joe Henry just stood there, feeling like a dildo, as these three women made plans for his prick. He didn't know if he should be proud or insulted as, ignoring him completely as a man, they concentrated their attentions on his cock, just as if that mighty pole had been disembodied.
Carol was taking charge, imaginative and naughty girl that she was.
"Colleen," she said, "Why don't you lick his cock so that it's nice and slippery?"
Colleen grinned, pleased at that suggestion. She didn't know if she wanted that titanic tool up her cunt or even if it could fit in her mouth, not to mention her cherry asshole, but she knew she could have a fine old time tonguing such a tasty hunk.
She knelt down in front of Joe Henry and without delay began to sweep her hot tongue up his stalk from balls to cock-head with long, fluid strokes. It tasted different than husband dick but it had a succulence that she found most appetizing.
Joe put his hands on his hips and pushed his loins out, letting her get on with it.
Jennifer and Carol watched with undisguised interest.
Colleen laved up and down and then, arching her neck, she fitted her lips to his cock-head. She pushed down. His meaty slab was so big that it filled her mouth. The great wedge pushed into her cheeks on both sides at the same time, pecking her like a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts. She tried to bob her head up and down in the usual cock-sucking motion, but it was impossible. The knob stuffed her mouth so full that she could take none of the stalk in.
Her tongue was jammed tight and her lips were extended as wide open as they could go. She wriggled her tongue and found that she was able to slide it around against the steaming underside of his big lump. She began to suck on his dick-head, fighting to draw in air around it at the same time.
She began to drool.
Saliva poured down his hot shaft, gleaming silvery against the skin. She was doing a proper job of oiling him up, a lubrication that would ease the entry into Jennifer's snatch. Her breath hissed in around the meat and she sighed happily, eyes closed, enjoying this rare feast.
It looked so delicious that Jennifer regretted not having done the preliminaries herself. But she knew that she mustn't be greedy. She was going to have the first cunt full of that formidable cock and she couldn't resent her friend having a taste.
But what would Carol get?
She looked at Carol. Carol smiled.
"I'll lubricate you, honey," she said.
Carol would get exactly what she wanted.
Jennifer sat on the couch and spread her legs. Carol curled up at her feet and dipped her head into her frothy crotch. She began to tongue-fuck and suck with relish.
Jennifer sighed happily, contented with what she was getting and thrilled by what she would be getting soon. She looked down at Carol's busily munching face, then she looked across to where Colleen was gurgling away on Joe's peckerhead, stuck to that great hook of meat like a fish on a gaff.
"Don't come in her mouth," she cautioned the man. "I want your cream in my pussy…"
Joe grinned. His eyes were roaming back and forth just as Jennifer's were, watching Colleen work on his knob, her lips unpeeling around that huge slab, then watching Carol's tongue dip into Jennifer's creamy box.