Unknown - All-girl orgy

"Can I buy the two of you ladies a drink?" he said. "You happen to be the two prettiest ladies in this place tonight, yes sir."

"We haven't finished these yet, actually," Carlene said to him.

"I've finished mine," I said. "You'll just have to learn to drink faster, girl. Haven't I taught you anything, for gosh sake?"

She winked at me and laughed and nodded her head up and down.

"Come on, the night is not getting any younger you know, and neither am I. You don't want to be rude to this nice man who wants to buy us a round."

"No, no, I wouldn't want to do that to him," she said.

The man smiled broadly when he heard this. He moved up and put an arm around the both of us. My daughter drank what was left in her glass and then the handsome, blonde-haired man ordered all of us another round to drink.

"Let me introduce myself to you girls," he said. "My name is Duane. Duane Whitlock. I'm from the great state of Alabama. Either of you girls familiar with that part of the country?"

We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders.

"No, I don't think I am," I said to him with a smile.

"I'm sure that I'm not familiar with it," Carlene said.

"Well, that's too bad. I'm sure I can remedy that somewhat, though," he said. "Now why don't you ladies tell me what your names are?"

He moved closer as we spoke to him now.

He was really looking us over now. He was smiling and nodding and probably thinking about which one of us he would rather fuck first.

He actually moved closer to me now. I was a bit surprised since my daughter is younger. I don't know if she's sexier but she is younger.

As we were introduced to him, he bowed and shook our hands.

"Very pleased to meet the two of you, I must say," he told us.

"What are you doing in New York, Duane?" Carlene said. "It's quite a long way from your home state, isn't it?"

My daughter shot me a look, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"I'm just trying to get my career off the ground, to be honest. I'm an actor. There's not a whole lot of opportunities in that profession back in Alabama. So I made my move to the Big Apple. Me and my brother. He is also an actor. And what about you ladies, hm? What are you all doing to pass the time here?"

I opened my mouth to speak but I realized there was nothing I felt like saying on this particular subject to him. It was better to leave it a little anonymous. After all, we weren't taking up with someone like Duane for conversation.

But Carlene didn't seem to mind talking about herself. Except that I didn't recognize the her that she was talking about. She seemed to be making it all up as she went along. Maybe, I thought, this was her regular style when she was in this part of situation. She would say things that she figured would make her sound more interesting. I couldn't figure it out myself. She might well have had a different story for every new man that she met. It showed just how serious she took these pickups. If she thought that she was meeting someone that she would actually want to have a relationship with then I guess she wouldn't lie to them or she'd be caught eventually. But if she knew almost in advance that she would never see these bozos after one night then she was free to say anything that came into her mind and fantasize in front of these guys.

Duane was listening to her but he was getting closer to me all the time.

His interest was becoming a little bolder now, I thought.

He put a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. I smiled back. Then he glanced at Carlene who was still talking. I didn't want him making Carlene mad. It was flattering that he might pick me over her but I didn't care enough about him to want to compete with my daughter and make her look bad. Certainly not.

And then that problem was solved when I saw someone come up and tap him on the shoulder. It was a man doing the tapping, I saw when I glanced up.

He turned and smiled and nodded to the newcomer.

"Well now, ladies, let me introduce my brother to you. This here's Carl. He's the ugly one in our particular family," he said with a laugh.

Carlene and I both looked at him in amazement for a moment until we realized that we were looking at identical twin brothers.

"Yep, that's right, we're twins," Duane said to us. "This boy follows me everywhere I go. It's easier for him than buying a mirror, I guess."

They both laughed and punched each other on the arms.

"Oh shit, Duane, I didn't follow you nowhere," said the brother. "I was coming along this way before you even mentioned it once."

"Well, okay, brother, if you say so. We won't argue about it," Duane said.

Carl's voice was a little higher-pitched than his brother's, making him sound younger. But that was just about the only thing that let you tell them apart, aside from the different clothes they wore. Naked and silent it would have been impossible.

"Say, aren't these just two fine and beautiful ladies, Carl?" Duane said to him.

He nodded his head. "Yes indeed, they sure are that," he said.

"Right beautiful women, that's what they are. Beautiful and sexy. And the two don't always go together, no sir, they really don't."

Duane urged his brother towards Carlene. Then we were properly paired off and we began talking privately, in couples. I gulped my next drink down and allowed them to get me another. I was determined to have a real good time.

I decided it was a good idea, this one of Carlene's. It was too long a time since I had had a really good scene with a man, let alone a handsome one, and let alone a foursome like this. It might just turn out to be very interesting, I thought.

I looked at Duane and tried to imagine what he would be like in bed. I tried to imagine what his cock was going to feel like. He was a big, strapping guy and I figured that he was probably pretty well-hung. If I'm going to go ahead and get fucked by a cock, I usually figure it might as well be a big one.

We drank for a time and then we moved down to the tables near the two musicians who were performing. They were singing folk songs and the audience seemed to be enjoying them pretty well, singing and clapping along with them.

We all drank some more and talked when our voices could be heard above the music and the clapping from the audience there. They were really getting wild.

I kept glancing at my daughter to make sure that it was all all right. I didn't want her to be bitter about Duane, the first guy we found, going to my side.

But it didn't make a lot of sense for her to be annoyed about it. She had the other one and he was identical in looks, anyway. Duane was probably a bit more of a showoff and had more personality to spare than his twin brother did, but it was only a minor difference, I thought. Their cocks were undoubtedly the same size.

Anyway, Carlene seemed to be happy enough with her guy so I stopped worrying about it.

She was clutching at his brawny arm and hugging him off and on as they talked.

I smiled at her. Duane was watching them too and he grinned.

When the musician stopped playing, Carlene brought up the subject of dancing. Since this was to be her night I couldn't object to her ideas.

And so, the next thing we knew we were off to a disco, the four of us.

"It's a rock disco," Carlene said to me. "You ought to like it. The music is good and there are all sorts of weird people there."

"It's okay with me, darling, whatever you think is best," I said to her.

We walked together as we entered the place. The two twins were just behind us. They were talking together too. I glanced back to see what they were up to but they were whispering and I couldn't hear anything.

"How are you and Duane getting along?" my daughter asked me.

"Oh, fine. He's fun to talk to as long as we're talking about him. He hasn't asked me a question yet, which is something of a relief. I don't want to think about anything tonight. I just want to enjoy it, you know."