Yes - [HJ]

Unobtrusively dropping his left hand below the bar, Hammer gripped the wrist of the black-haired girl and gave it a slight tug, encouraging her to move her hand higher. She did not need much encouragement, for the moment he brought his hand back up to rest on the countertop, she slid her hand up his thigh. Not stopping until she encountered his crotch. When she began squeezing into his package, he started to harden.

When he was about half-way erect, he asked her, "So what do you think so far?"

"Not bad," the slightly pudgy girl answered as she continued kneading his cock through the fabric of his pants. She was no longer sitting in that lackadaisical posture but was sitting up straight. "Not bad."

The exchange prompted the skinny girl sitting on the other side of him to look down below the bar. A wide, wicked smile spread across her face. "So, what's your name?" she asked, popping her chewing gum. "Mine is Amelia," she twirled a strand of her long red hair around her finger, adding in disgust, "Though naturally . . . everyone calls me 'Red'."

"I am Jack," he replied. "Everyone calls me . . . Jack."

"Fair enough," Amelia chuckled, conceding that he had gotten the best of their opening encounter about coloration. Nodding towards her friend, Amelia said, "Her name is Emma."

Emma was not paying any attention to the conversation at all. She was totally focussed on the growing length of trouser-snake she was coaxing into a full-blown erection, her eyes rivetted on the bulge in Hammer's trouser. When she realized it had reached its maximum size, she looked up at her friend saying, "Amelia. You gotta check this out."

As Emma moved her hand away, Amelia reached down and over, grabbing the bulge in Hammer's pants. "Oh, my gosh!" she snickered. She slid her hand up and down the length of that firehose. "Is this thing for real?"

"Listen," Emma said, "Wanna go sit out in the parking lot for a while?"

The two girls walked excitedly towards Emma's hover-craft, practically skipping. Hammer, of course, was just meandering along like it was no big deal. Amelia had on super-short, super-tight cutoffs that displayed her long, slender legs to good effect, with a plaid shirt. Emma, on the other hand, was wearing a straight skirt that reached to just above her knees and a sleeveless knitted pullover turtleneck.

As soon as Emma unlocked a rear door of her craft, Amelia scooted in followed by Hammer. Emma, of course, climbed in to sit on the other side of the tall Spacer. The girls' hands were all over his belt and fly as they hurried to open his pants, eager to see what he was packing.

They were not disappointed.

"Oh . . . my . . . gosh!" Amelia exclaimed once she and Emma had Hammer's pants and underwear pulled down past his knees. Wrapping both hands around the base of the man's big, black cock, she said, "Would you look at the size of this thing."

Emma tilted her head, leaning in to observe that anaconda up close. She curled the fingers of one hand around the shaft, above Amelia's two gripping fists, saying, "Check out the way the veins stick out."

"It is just so . . . huge!" the redhead said, in awe of that slab of meat she was holding. "It is bigger than Kenneth's."

"For sure," Emma agreed, clutching tighter on the hard fuck-stick. She moved her hand up and down a bit.

"You got some lotion?" Amelia asked, not wanting to release her prize to fetch her own tube of lube from her purse.

The black-haired girl nodded and turned to dig out the plastic tube of hand cream from her pocketbook. When she twisted off the cap, she squeezed out a large glob of the thick, white cream onto the head of Hammer's dick. The dick that the skinny redhead was holding straight up. They watched in fascination as the cream oozed down the thick shaft, like a topping on a dessert.

Amelia moved both hands upwards, rising to meet the lotion trickling down the sides of that one-eyed trouser snake. Encountering the downward flow, she smeared the oily substance all around, spreading it with a twisting motion of her fists.

Meanwhile, Emma was checking out Hammer's balls. When she had first reached in between his muscular thighs to cup his heavy bollocks, he had spread his legs wider, giving her better access to the family jewels.

"Oh, this thing is just . . . just," Amelia shook her head, at a loss for words to describe the throbbing sausage. Her greasy fists made loud squishing sounds as she steadily stroked the slick shaft.

During all of this, Hammer just sat there quietly, reclining against the cushions of the hover-craft's rear seat. His arms were spread out across the back of the seat as the two excited girls hovered over his lap, excitedly discussing his bait and tackle. It was as if he was not even present. Or if he was merely as a life support system for his pulsating member.

"Here, let me play with it for awhile," Emma said after several minutes of Amelia's persistent stroking. The redhead released the cock and the black-haired, pudgy girl grabbed hold of it. Continuing where her friend had left off.

Despite his original intent to be all cool and aloof, a man can only take so much of having his cock stroked and pampered. His hips started bucking and he began to breathe rapidly through his mouth.

"Look Amelia," Emma called out as she stared up into Hammer's contorted face. "He's about ready to spew."

"He is!" the redhead agreed and reached between Hammer's wide-spread legs to grab his balls. When she clenched them tightly, Hammer cried out as his cock exploded.

The two girls let out loud peals of laughter as they watched the shooting cock fire out long, ropey projectiles of gooey white sperm. Emma's rapidly pumping hands became coated with the warm spunk and some of it spilled down on to Amelia's hands as she held and fondled Hammer's nuts.

When his ejaculation ended, Emma released the softening cock and held her hands aloft. "Shoot," she exclaimed. "I forgot to bring napkins."

"Me, too," Amelia replied.

"Look . . . look into my . . . my back pocket on your side, Amelia," he panted, too exhausted to reach down and extract his handkerchief himself.

The long-legged girl did as instructed, wiping her own hands before passing the white piece of cloth to her friend. "Damn! We should have had a camera," Amelia remarked. Staring hopefully up into Hammer's face, she asked, "Are you gonna be here tomorrow?"