David Brown - The suck wives

Joanie was not even aware that Paul had completely soaked her swollen cunt with cum. She was completely numb. Her body lay still, no longer fighting the bonds. Relaxing, she went limp on the table.

John's body began shuddering. His cock was creaming Karen's soggy slit. It was a thick wad. Her pussy muscles tightened fiercely around the base of his dong. He felt her hot tube pulling in his cum and craving more. She squeezed out several quick orgasms, but did not cease sucking the huge slab of flesh that was fucking her mouth.

The man pumping his cock in and out of her mouth began to feel the eruptions within his balls. Still holding Karen's arms above her head, he banged his rod into her mouth like a jackhammer, taking it to the back of her throat and removing all but the head of his cock before he shoved it in again. Groaning, he felt his wad bubbling up inside him, and then his prick got so sensitive that he could barely stand the sensation of Karen's hot, wet lips sliding up and down his greased shaft.

A minute later, he cried out, groaned, and twitched and jerked as his prick spat thickly into Karen's throat. Moaning hungrily, she sucked him eagerly until each drop of his exploding cum oozed down her trembling throat.

"Christ!" exclaimed Karen as they entered their apartment at four o'clock that afternoon. "Was that a party!"

Diane threw herself down in the chair, sighed deeply, and lit a cigarette. "I got fucked more last night and this afternoon than ever before," she said, smiling.

Karen went to the dining room and made drinks for each of them. A few minutes later, she brought the drinks and relaxed on the sofa. "That tickler!" she exclaimed, giggling. "I've never known anything that could feel so fuckin' good!"

"It was a rush and a half," agreed Diane, sipping her drink. "By the way, honey," she added. "We're both hungry. The last thing I wanna do is cook, and I know damn well you feel the same. Whaddya wanna do?"

"Let's go out," replied the brunette. "There's plenty of places in town. And we have enough bread."

"Good. Let's relax for a few hours, then take a shower, and get dressed. Okay?"

"Okay with me," replied Karen, sighing deeply and relaxing on the soft couch.

They had decided to eat at Evan's, an expensive place with candlelight and a wine list a mile long. The place also had a cocktail lounge, where an organist sat playing quiet dinner music.

When they had finished eating, Diane and Karen paid their bill and went into the lounge, where the good-looking young organist was entertaining four older couples, the middle-aged waitress, an old man and a young man, and the bartender with his music.

As soon as the girls had entered the room, he looked up, smiled at them, and watched them walk until they sat down a few tables down from him, facing him.

"He's cute," reflected Karen, relaxing in her seat and fumbling in her purse for a cigarette. "I wonder if we'll score with him tonight."

"I dunno," replied Diane, crossing her legs sensuously and noticing that the organist was watching the two of them closely. "Give him a beaver shot and see if he fucks up his song."

The girls laughed.

"He's prob'ly married," shrugged Diane. "Married, with five little brats runnin' around."

Karen shook her head. "He looks too young to have kids and too smart to be married."

Diane raised her eyebrows and glared at the brunette. "And what the hell are we, smart ass? Two morons?"

"I didn't mean it that way."

"We're twenty-three years old, honey," added Diane. "Don't talk that way. You make me feel old."

The waitress, a good-looking, well-built woman in her late forties, came to take their order.

"Who's the musician?" asked Karen, smiling.

The waitress returned her smile and replied, "That's Ralph Kier. He's our new attraction."

"We'd like to meet him," replied Diane. "D'ya know if he's married?"

"Sorry, ladies," the waitress replied shortly. "I'm here to take your orders, not, to fix you up with the organist."

Diane fought to remain calm. "Bring us the Goddam drinks, ten," she said firmly. "Two Scotches. With ice."

Without a word, the woman turned and walked quickly to the bar.

"Some bitch," reflected Karen.

"This place must be hard up for waitresses," remarked Diane.

Karen didn't reply.

The waitress returned with their drinks in a flash.

"You didn't have to hurry," whispered very sweetly. "You already blew your tip at this table, you and your big mouth."

The woman grumbled something incomprehensible, turned red in the face, and returned quickly to the bar.

Diane and Karen laughed and went back to watching the organist, who was just finishing his song.

A few minutes later, Ralph got up from his bench, switched off the organ, and went to where the two girls were sitting. "May I join you?" he asked politely, smiling.

Both girls nodded quickly.

Before he could begin the conversation, Karen interrupted him by saying, "How long are your breaks tonight?"

"Twenty minutes," he replied. "Why?"

This time Diane broke in. "When's your dressing room?" she asked, putting out her cigarette.

"Listen," he said, slightly embarrassed by their straightforwardness, "I don't think…"

"Twenty minutes," Diane interrupted, looking at her watch. "We've been bullshittin' for over one minute." She looked seriously at him and added, "Listen, sweetie. You got nineteen minutes left, a dressing room of your own, and the two of us all to yourself. Quit your bulishittin', now."

"Yeah," agreed Karen. "We're hornier than shit."

Sighing deeply, Ralph got up and led them to the rear of the place and down the hall. "You girls," he said, shaking his head, "are about the most outspoken…"

"Ya don't get nowhere," interrupted Karen, "if ya don't tell people what ya think."

"I guess not," he replied, and opened the door.

It was a small room with a lot of mirrors, a closet full of clothing, and a big couch. Diane locked the door behind her and the two girls stepped into the middle of the room. Without a word, they removed their clothing and stood looking at him curiously, wondering what he would do next.

It was obvious that Ralph had not seen many girls as beautiful as Karen and Diane. For long moments he just stood there, gaping at the two naked women, his mouth open, his jaw lowering itself toward the floor.

"C'mon," said Diane impatiently, taking him by the arm and puffing him toward them. "We know we're good-lookin'. C'mon. Don't just stand there. Let's fuck!"

Karen unbuttoned his jacket, took it off him, and hung it on a hanger. Diane loosened his pants and let them fall to the floor. She immediately got on her hands and knees and took his half-limp prick between her lips. He gasped and watched the two girls dumbly, as though he were in a trance, or watching a movie. Soon he found himself lying on his back on the floor, the two beautiful naked creatures fussing over him like two starved cats.

"Lemme have some of that," snapped Karen between clenched teeth. "We only got fifteen minutes, ya know."

Diane gaped at the thick, ten-inch cock in awe. "Christ, Ralphie," she gasped, licking her lips. "Ya really got a fuckin' monster!"

Karen squealed with pleasure and began licking the entire length of it. "Plenty of cock here," she whispered hungrily. "Enough for both of us!"

Ralph stirred, trying to relax. The sensation was too much for him. The girls' mouths and tongues heated his flesh, making him tremble. Already he could feel his juices bubbling up inside his balls. A drop of hot fluid emerged from the head of his cock and dribbled down his long, red pole.

"Minimum!" breathe Diane as she watched the juice flow down to the base of his prick. "He's squirtin' already."