They burst into the room with an urgency that only excessive alcohol could provide. The two girls were out of their skimpy clothes in seconds and wasted no time in ripping off the man's. They quickly pushed him on his back on the bed, and the blonde had his cock halfway in her mouth before his head even hit the pillow. The brunette went to work on the blonde's tit, sucking her nipple like a tiny penis.
The brunette then moved between the man's legs and licked his balls and anus, jabbing her tongue into his puckered asshole.
It never ceased to amaze him what these girls were willing to do with him. Neither were exceptionally good, merely eager.
Once the blonde had his cock dripping with saliva, she quickly mounted him reverse cowgirl and started bouncing away. He felt the brunette rubbing the blonde's clit and his dick as the blonde bobbed up and down. When his rod popped out, the brunette sucked it once and inserted it back into her friend. With her other hand, the brunette was rubbing her thumb around his anus. Now, the brunette was licking up his scrotum, shaft and the blonde's pussy.
It made him wonder if these girls were so drunk they didn't even realize what they were doing. So far, they hadn't done anything he hadn't had done before. The girls were just always eager to get a piece of him. But he did take notice when the brunette stuck as much of her tongue into the blonde's pussy as she could with his dick also in there. Now, that was new and different. And actually, pretty erotic.
He eased his cock out so just the tip was inside, but also exposed enough that the brunette could still lick it. She did, but she also pulled him out completely and sucked him herself. She then got up on hands and knees, wiggling her ass for him to fuck her doggy-style. He was only too happy to oblige.
It was the blonde's turn to play with their genitals. She started by only rubbing her friend's pussy and his scrotum, then she became bold and licked his ass as he pumped the brunette. He wasn't really sure he liked them playing with his anus, but it did feel good and he was too drunk to care. The brunette started emitting those urgent sounds like she was coming, so he pumped her a little longer until she stopped, then he pulled out and rolled onto his back.
Before he could even catch his breath, the blonde was back on him, again in reverse cowgirl. However, this time, she felt tighter, and his befuddled mind figured she must have stuck him up her ass. He wondered if she was too drunk to know, but she bounced like she didn't care, so neither did he.
The brunette moved around to rub her friend's pussy, occasionally sliding her finger inside. He could feel the digit against him through the narrow membrane. She pulled her finger out and licked the blonde's pussy. When his dick slid out, the brunette shoved it back in, and then returned to licking his ass.
He hadn't come across many girls like this who seemed into ass-fucking and licking. He could take it or leave it, and they were usually so drunk when they got to this stage, he didn't really care where he stuck his dick.
The brunette went back to rubbing her friend's pussy, and he had to believe the blonde's subsequent orgasm was more the result of that than being fucked in the ass. He also didn't know if he found it erotic when the blonde lifted herself off and sucked his cock after it had been up her anus.
The girls were like a tag team as the brunette now wanted it in her ass. She climbed on and shoved him in and the blonde then went to licking between their legs. The brunette pumped away for several minutes and then claimed she was coming again. Her vocal accompaniment seemed to confirm that. Then she got up.
Once more, without a moment's rest, the blonde laid on her side next to him and lifted her leg, so he rolled onto his side and aimed his cock at a hole—he wasn't sure which one—and jammed his cock in. The tightness suggested his was her asshole again, and absent any complaints, he resumed drilling. He saw the girls exchange a sloppy kiss before the brunette returned between their legs and licked his ass while thumbing her friend's pussy and clit.
He was surprised, but glad, that neither girl had so far attempted to stick a finger up his ass. Usually, the ones that were into ass play always tried. If he was drunk enough, he didn't care, but tonight . . . and there it was. She fucked his ass with her middle finger. But he gently reached back and pulled it out. And then she did it again. She was actually using it to control his thrusts into her friend's anus. And then, as if she knew what was going on, the blonde came again.
He pulled out and laid on his back, spent. "Ah, my balls are about to explode."
And the blonde once again, sucked his cock that had been in her ass while her friend's finger was still in his ass. The brunette worked a second finger inside him, and maybe he just didn't care anymore, but it felt alright. She also leaned in and shared his cock with her friend. And then, if she knew what she was doing or not, she hit the right spot and he started spurting cum, and it felt fantastic. The blonde swallowed a lot of it and allowed the brunette a taste. Finally, he felt as though his balls had deflated, so he pushed them away.
Of course, the girls kissed and swapped his jism back and forth until they swallowed all of it.
He didn't know how long that went on because he was out like a light.
* * *
Regaining consciousness, he was immediately aware of his difficulty to breathe. His first reaction was to suck in as much air as he could, but that lasted only a second, until he further realized that there was a heavy weight pressed against his head, partially covering his face, and on the right side of his chest.
What had happened?
Brick Henry attempted to open his eyes; the right was covered by the load and he couldn't see much out of the left, a combination of the angle and the darkness.
As it became harder to breathe, Brick decided he had to do something, attempting to move being most logical. He first tried to ease his head to the left, but this caused the object to move sending something into his right nostril. It was soft, he determined, as was the object above him. His line of vision was now clearer. The sight of the female breast, whose nipple had worked its way up his nostril, brought it all back.
Slipping completely from under the girl who had fallen asleep beside him with her tits in his face, Brick eased out of bed, retrieved his underwear from the floor and put it on. He wondered if he'd enjoyed himself with this blonde girl he'd picked up at the after-concert party. Not surprisingly, there was a brunette on the other side of the bed. He might have vaguely recalled. His dick was sore, and his ass felt weird.
Brick was feeding his ego again by thinking he had picked these girls up. The fact was, he played keyboards, sang backup and wrote songs for Bull Conroy's band—Conroy was one of the most popular country stars around—and girls like these in his hotel room bed just followed the band after a concert hoping to make it with Bull Conroy. If they didn't, they settled for one of the band members. Because of his role in the band, Brick was usually second choice.
It was the same story after each performance: the band partied for a couple of hours to unwind, until Bull made his choice of girls. Then the rest of the group hooked up with those remaining. Of course, by that time, everybody was so drunk that the women were just bodies to get off on.
The San Francisco concert and party last night were special not only because they were the last stop on the current tour, but this was likely to be the last tour for some time. After six years of spending forty weeks a year on the road, Bull was going to produce some newcomers, maybe record another album, and take a break from touring.
As far as Brick Henry was concerned, giving up touring for a while, if not forever, was fine with him. He was burned out, tired of living out of a suitcase, sleeping in strange beds with women whose names he'd never learned (fortunately he hadn't caught anything yet). It was time for him to return to his ranch in southwestern Colorado to reevaluate his life and the direction he should now take.
The ranch was the only thing Brick loved more than playing music and he couldn't wait to board the train at 9:00 a.m. this morning to take him there. Trains were another thing he enjoyed immensely, but seldom had the opportunity to use. That was going to change also.
He reached for his watch to see how many hours . . . seven o'clock! Damn! Brick had two hours to get to the train station. He quickly showered, and while dressing and hastily packing, he attempted to awaken his bed partners, but neither barely stirred. Five minutes later, he shook each one a final time, and when they still did not awaken, he pulled out a felt-tip pen and across the blonde's bare chest wrote: "Had to go. Hope we had fun. Brick."
In another five minutes, the keyboard player was out in front of the hotel waiting for a cab. One appeared instantly, and he was off.
During the ride, Brick reflected further on the change in his life. Slightly more than a year ago, he'd first started thinking about giving up the road, devoting his time to the ranch and maybe hiring out as a studio musician to pay the bills. He actually played other instruments, such as guitar, bass, and could even hold his own on drums. But he'd made the mistake of discussing it with Bull Conroy, who talked him out of it. However, as easily as Bull had accomplished that, it was probable he hadn't really been ready to quit.
But now, Brick was truly ready to settle down—and that included a serious relationship with a real woman. He was tired of these one-night stands with nameless groupies. There was little satisfaction in them anymore, minor sexual fulfillment at best, certainly no long-term emotional attachment. At this stage of his young life, he needed a lasting relationship with a woman. And he couldn't have that forty weeks a year on the road.
The cab delivered Brick Henry to the station just in time for him to board before the train departed. As it pulled out, he made his way to his bedroom compartment—which he booked because it was just over twenty-four hours to his Grand Junction, Colorado destination. Directions from the porter made his bedroom easy to find—or so he thought.
The woman sitting on the couch caused him to recheck his ticket. This was definitely his compartment. Had he stupidly blabbed to some starry-eyed groupie last night that he was taking the train? Opening the door again and taking a second look at the woman, he decided he had not. She was too elegant, definitely classy, absolutely not the type to chase after the likes of him.
"We may have a problem," Brick announced upon reentering. "My ticket says—" he was momentarily stunned by her incredible deep, blue eyes "—this is my compartment."
She reached inside her purse, which was on the seat beside her. Brick used the opportunity to eye her up and down. She was attractive, though not gorgeous, and reeked of refinement. Her cream-colored, form-fitting dress boasted a shapely body, including nice-sized breasts and curvaceous hips, but it was not a knock out figure. However, it was appealing. Her short, light brown hair complimented her tanned complexion, and he thought she had a pretty face.
Holding her ticket out, they compared the two. Being identical, she commented, "We positively have a problem. I'll summon the porter." And with that, she pressed a button beneath the window.
"Mind if I sit down?" Brick asked.
