Barflies

Sex with two women isn’t always what it’s crack up to be, you know. Sometimes it’s better. Take the two from last night, for example. I met the first one at a bar where she was dishing out some cash for some shitty drink that the bartender managed to fuck up because he was too busy ogling her tits than focusing on the drink. We fucked around in the back where I fingered her hairless snatch and she gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had.

We met the second one later on in a dance club. We were already buzzing from all the alcohol that we consumed hours before and we picked the first big tits we could find in the mass of bodies.

“She’ll do,” the first whispered in my ear.

We drove to the second girl’s place because it was closer and there was less likely a chance of getting stopped. When we got in, they stripped off their clothes and then mine. Both of them went after my throbbing cock. Lost in the aura of a double blow job, I began thinking of all the defiling positions I was about to put these two in.

Rock ‘n’ roll!