

It had been an intense four weeks, all work and no play.  I had overseen the installation of The CPU22 in six of our newest customer's largest branches. It was Friday night and I needed a break.  I tried called my wife but she wasn't home; no telling where she was. It had been a month since I'd had sex and it was wearing on me. "It`ll be up in twenty-five minutes," the room service operator said. Just enough time to take a shower. 

My neck ached from slumping over the keyboard all day and the jets of hot water felt good on my shoulders. Stretching my neck and letting the water massage it my eyes, following the suds down my chest, watched them sluice through my pubic hair and sag down the length of my flaccid and wrinkled penis and dripped from the tip of its head to the shower floor. A far cry from what it can be, I thought as I pushed on the liquid dispenser and squirted a pool of silky white soap into the palm my hand.  It looked exactly like the creamy pools I had so often caught when I jerked off.  Smoothing the slippery emollient down the length of my arcing cock caused tingles from my balls to my asshole. My fingers closed on my scrotum and tested each testicle then worked the soap over the wrinkled sac.

Rising with the flow of blood, my cock became significant, ironing the wrinkles into smooth, tight skin. I fisted the pulsing shaft, sliding the soap over its length, squeezing gently, simulating the spongy walls of my wife's pussy. Closing my eyes I imagined it slipping in and out of the luscious pocket. Soon, my knees began to weaken and I clamped the cheeks of my ass as my balls convulsed and rose in my scrotum. My knees nearly buckled but I kept stroking until I felt my energy draining with the long stream that coursed from my balls, through my shaft and gathered into a pool in my hand. Bracing myself against the shower wall, I eyed the white puddle. It looked so much like the pool of soap. Bringing my hand to my mouth I dipped the tip of my tongue in my seed, tasting it's salty musk, imagining that I was licking it out of my wife's puffy, red cunt. 

I put on a white dress shirt and pulled my tight Levis over my naked ass, fantasizing that I would go out tonight and make eye contact with a beautiful woman, one who would be interested in the pronounced bulge in my crotch. I laughed and thought I was crazy to think that way but, as each day went by with no carnal knowledge; my time each night in the shower had become more desperate.

Earlier I had driven past a trendy bar that looked like it might be a place that women might go dancing...or looking. But it was Friday night and most eligible single women had probably either staked out their weekend prize or just decided to spend the weekend with Bob. My mind was in a high state of fantasy and I resolved to seek a better possibility than my five fingered friend.

It was a cozy bar. There were a lot of people there but the all of the women were coupled with men. I sat down at the bar and asked the bartender for a Samuel Adams. The music was good and I enjoyed the smuddling conversation, punctuated with laughter. Sounds of women's laughter aroused me and I felt my tender head roll against my leg then my shaft pushing against the rough denim of my Levis.

As I raised the half empty bottle to my lips I looked into the mirror and saw them come through the door. They were both casually dressed. The younger woman with long blonde hair, Barbie style, was about the same height as my wife, 5'4". She looked like an angel. Here companion was an older woman, maybe and inch or so shorter. Her hair, light ash blonde, was shorter, done in a flip, kinda like Dorothy Hammill, the Olympic ice skating champion of the seventies. Both women were beauty queens; both wore jeans and western shirts, both wearing cowboy boots. 

The younger one's breasts were nicely formed, filling her shirt. I could see the points of her nipples pressing through the soft fabric of her bra.  My eyes traveled her body and took in the seam of her jeans which formed over the contours of her lips. My erection grew, pressing harder against the coarse fabric of my jeans. She turned to the woman next to her--maybe her older sister... or mom--and showed me her tight, shapely butt and her elegant hour glass of her figure.

I ordered another beer. Nibbling and toying with the complimentary goldfish, I thought of the project I was working on; I thought of home. I thought about how good it was to masturbate in the shower. But mostly, I thought about the girl and her sister, or was it her mother? I was looking absently into the mirror and became aware that the two women were looking at me.  The older one kept saying things to the younger and the younger woman nodded her head. She didn't smile; she seemed to be concentrating. Her eyes seemed like they were in a trance.  She was staring at me in the mirror, alright. I returned her gaze and noticed that her nostrils, like an eager Philly's, were flaring. 

The older woman put her arm around the back of the younger one. She seemed to be massaging her gently with her open hand. All of a sudden it seemed that the young girl bit her lip and her nostrils flared widely. Her face seemed to flush and just then her sister, or was it her mother, patted her on the back and said something to her. The words  she mouthed appeared to be, "Was it good baby?"

I've had heard of women who could squeeze their pussy lips together and compress their clits against the seams of their jeans to cause an orgasm, and I wondered if she had done that. She was looking right at me when she did. As I walked toward them I saw the older one smile at the young woman who seemed to say, "Mom!" as if the mother had said something suggestive. 

"Evenin ladies," I said.

"Hello" the older one said. 

"You two look like you could be related." I said. 

"Kind of," the younger one replied and winked. They both giggled. 

I looked at the younger woman and asked, "Is this young lady your sister?" 

"Oh you charmer," said the woman. 

The young woman said, "Yes," then smiled and blushed.

"My name is Marc. I am in town until Tuesday...just came out to see if I could socialize a bit."

"My name's Dotty," the older one said, extending her hand and shaking mine. "And this is my daughter Silk."

"Dotty, Silk, I'm pleased to meet you," I said. "Is this, ladies night out?"

Silk shook my hand. "Nice to meet you Marc." Her hand was soft and warm. 

I noticed how soft her hair loooked and said, "Your name fits you, Silk. Are you two doing the town tonight?"

Silk blushed. "Well, actually, we're just out for some air... to see if anything's going on in town." 

"Grover, Silk's husband and her daddy, my hubby, are away on a fishing trip for the weekend. So we just thought we'd see if we could find a little excitement in town." Dotty smiled at me and winked. "And, right off the bat, look what we found." She flashed a smile to Silk, who grinned, her cheeks turning a little pink.

"So what do you do for fun when you're all alone?" I asked Dotty, the woman in charge.

"Well, that depends on the mood we're in," Dotty said. "Our men have just upped and left us, so, we're in a kind of naughty mood, he-he-he." She winked at me, pouted her lips then rolled her eyes at Silk.  "Right honey?"

Silk shrugged her shoulders and with a bashful smile replied, "Right Mama." She looked me in the eye then let hers drop to my bulging crotch. Without looking up at her mother she said, " Should we ask Marc here out to the house Mama?" felt the need to cover the bulge in my pants with my hands but didn't.

"That's alright with me, baby," Her mother said, her eyes joining Silk's. "That's up to Marc now, but the way he's showing off his peepee (she giggled) I would say its alright with him too. Am I wrong Marc?"

"Er...yes," I stammered, unconsciously crossing my hand over my crotch, like a soccer player during a penalty kick, "that would be fine with me Dotty." My ears burnt red as I realized that my fantasy was coming true.   My breath caught in my throat as I thought, not with just one woman... but two. 

"I can ride in Marc's car Mama," Silk said, her voice betraying excitement,
 "and we'll follow you."
 
"I think I'll ride with Marc," Dotty emphasized, "and we'll follow you." Recognizing Silk's hurt feelings she added, "That way Marc and I can go over the ground rules."

"Ground rules?" Silk asked with a bit of a pout then shook her head and chuckled, "Oh, ho--ok Mama."

Dotty held my hand as we walked out of the bar, just like she was my date. Silk wiggled quickly ahead of us, her spectacular bottom twisting in her tight jeans, then climbed into the black Cadillac Escalade.

Dotty squeezed my hand and said, "My baby's got a nice little bottom, don't you think Marc?" She craned her neck and looked behind me. "I like yours too, sweetie, "she said. "Can't wait to see it out of the package, he-he-he."

Everything she did made my erection such hard wood that my balls started to throb and I nervously chuckled," Well Dotty, I guess we're all in for a treat." 

As I opened the door of the green Taurus rental she said, "Ooh, thanks sweetie now, that's the mark of a real gentleman, something I've almost forgotten about." 

As I closed the door the sexy aroma of her perfume tickled my nostrils, which stretched my cock even tauter. "Nice perfume," I said. 

She slid next to me and cooed, "Give Mama a kiss Marc." The light in the parking lot sparkled her eyes and she looked like a young girl eagerly parting her lips. They were the softest lips mine had ever felt. My heart raced and the tight skin on the head of my cock felt like it was going to tear. She caressed the back of my head and her pillowy lips kneaded mine. Both energized, we breathed heavily through our noses.  Her lips parted and my tongue explored her moist cavity, the slick underside of her tongue and the velvet on top. We jerked our faces forward at the harsh sound of the horn. Silk's Escalade was across the front of my car. Her glare told us it was time to go.

"Better buckle up Dotty," I said.

"I don't think so sweetie," was her coquettish answer as she rolled her eyes at what was to come. 

Silk pulled out of the parking lot and we followed, stopped at a light and then continued through town. "How far is your house from here Dotty?"

"Far enough," she said with a knowing smirk. She put her hand on my thight and teased it up my leg and noticed no variation in the fabric said, "Nothin on below, huh honey?" Through the thick fabric of my Levis her fingers gauged my girth. "That's quite a package Marc, are you sure you're man enough for two hungry women?"

I cleared my throat and answered, "I think I can handle it ma'am." I thought I was but I'd never been in this situation before and hoped I could keep up with their expectations. With a nervous chuckle I asked, "And just how hungry are the two women?" 

"Hungry enough, Marc. Hungry enough." Her fingers worked on my belt buckle, fumbled with the metal button. She worked my zipper down and reached in, her fingertips testing my pubic hair. "Mmmmm," she purred, "no undies...nice." Her fingers wrapped around my cock. "Yep, hungry enough...and I see that the meat market's well stocked."
 
Goose bumps pimpled my arms and I had to concentrate hard on the taillights of the Escalade, which wavered over the center line. Was Silk masturbating?

"Oh, baby, you are man after my own heart," Dotty gasped, my erect cock now firmly in her grasp. "I've only dreamt about a pecker this big," she said. " You're much bigger than my hubby. I'm sure lookin' forward to seeing this big boy fuckin my baby's pussy. Isn't she a doll, Marc?"

It was all I could do to keep the car on the road. The black Escalade turned left into a narrow road then the stop lights glared and signaled a left turn into a driveway. The house, a large one story brick ranch, sat back from the road about 100 feet. I stopped the car in front of the garage, the Escalade having been pulled inside.

Dotty leaned over and kissed the head of my cock. "Mmmmm" she said, you taste sweet." She patted it and put it back inside my pants. "This is going to be a wonderful night sweetie."

Getting out of the car it was like a surreal dream: the moon was full, the crickets chirping and the stars were brilliant against the black sky. Walking around to Dotty's side of the car I opened the door. The tight head of my cock rubbed the coarse fabric, making it feel abraded and sensitive.

"Thank you sir," Dotty said, "I could get used to this gentlemanly stuff... come closer and give Mama your hand."

I willingly complied, my chest heaving slightly from the unexpected excitement. I reached out my hand and she grabbed it and pulled me in closer.

"I've been thinkin Marc, your shiny head felt real good on my lips and I got awfully wet down there. Whaddya say about giving me a test ride on that beautiful pole of yours." She smiled and giggled. My zipper was still down and she reached in again, wrestling with my bulk to get it out of my pants. "Oh baby," she said, "you're much bigger than my Guilford, and I want this thing inside me...now."

I reached down and undid the large western buckle on Dotty's jeans, fumbled with the button and zipped her down then rolled her jeans down her legs, all the way to the top of her cowboy boots, then peeled down her black lace panties and tested her pussy with my finger. "You weren't kidding about being wet Dotty," I said.

"Nope Marc, and, my pussy's made for fuckin, so stop talkin and get on with it baby." She flexed her knees to provide me access to her cunt. I took her legs, tied at the ankles by her jeans, and turned her to the left, resting her legs in the opening of the car door. Then, with my left hand I spread her cheeks and heard the a tiny wet click of her pussy lips opening. Holding my cock, I wiggled it into her wet groove, found the hole and pushed. She pushed back and I was inside.

"Whoohoo, you're doing good so far Marc. But, don't be timid hun. Slam that hard meat inside me sweetie." I pushed hard and my throbbing cock slid deep inside Dotty's hot, spongy cunt. "Oh yesss, baby! Fuck me...fuck me hard!" I pistoned my fat cock in and out of her pussy, amazed at how wet Dotty had become. "Don't worry baby she hissed between clenched teeth, cum inside my pussy. Can you do it now"? I slammed faster and harder, grunting and moaning, then let out a yelp and slammed her one more time. "Oh yessss baby...fill me up. I want your cum." My knees gave out and I fell on top of her. "Whoa baby!" she said, "That was a good one, for a quickee, huh?"

My cock slipped out of Dotty's glove like a bendy snake, followed by gout of cum which stretched into a thin string. Quickly, she cupped her hand and let it coil into a pool then rubbed the emollient on her pussy, through her bush and on her stomach. "Mmmm sweetie" she said "this is precious stuff...don't wanna waste any of  it."

We pulled up our jeans and adjusted ourselves, not bothering to tuck in our shirts. Dotty took me by the hand and led me toward the house and said, "Better not keep Silk waiting too long, sweetie. She's a horny little devil," and coughed out an impish giggle.

We walked through the garage, through entryway then into the kitchen. Silk hadn't wasted any time while we were frolicking in the car. She was standing with a beer in her hand and I couldn't believe the image: a beautiful blonde  woman with long hair and a perfect hour glass figure, in a black teddy, her perfectly formed, long legs enhanced by black lace thigh highs, her feet in 4" black stiletto heels.

"Isn't my baby a dream Marc?" Dotty said and winked that Texas wink that all Texans seemed to do.

I was speechless. Maybe I whimpered but I can't remember.

Dotty raised her open hand, the residue of my semen glistening in her palm, as if to say, look what your momma's got for you. Silk moved to her mother, took hold of her wrist and licked through the white cream then squeegied it with her lips and sighed. "You taste good Marc." She licked between her mother's fingers, "not strong and salty like Grover, or all garlicky like Daddy."
"Well, you two, I'll leave you alone to get better acquainted," Dotty said, "I wanta get out of these stiff jeans and make myself more presentable for the party." As she left the room I thought, for an older woman she's one hot looking lady. 

Silk was the vision of pure sex, her long legs, beautiful in her lace thigh highs, her milky flesh contrasting with her black hose and teddy. She put her fingertips to her nose and wafted the scent of my semen that she'd taken from Dotty's hand. Her nostrils flared gently as her eyes captured mine.  Deliberately, she raised the long necked green beer bottle to her lips and sucked all the way into her mouth, then pulled it out with a pop, her lips pouting like satisfied anus. She chuckled inside her mouth then said,  "Mama told me that you're bigger than our men Marc." 

My eyes traveled her body, following the contours of her sinuous hips, the contour of her ample breasts, her voluptuously cloven lips which formed in the crotch of her teddy. Long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, Barbie Doll fashion, typical to young Texas women. Her free hand moved down her stomach, and caressing her mound, then the pronounced contours of her large, puffy lips.

I took the beer bottle from her hand and set it on the counter. As I wrapped her in my arms, kissing her passionately, Silk pushed her abdomen hard against me. Her lips were incredibly soft. She was delicious. I wondered if Dotty had any influence on her daughter's kissing, it felt so much the same. Moaning and undulating her hips against me she gently sucked my tongue. The taste of her mouth was delicious, her primal femininity thrilling.
   
Silk's hands slid down my back and lifted my shirt, still undone from my session in the car with Dotty. She pushed her fingers against my bare stomach and penetrated the waistband of my Levis, all the way to my buns, toying with them, spreading them, scratching the bottoms. My throbbing cock pushed against the stiff fabric of my jeans. It was crying to get out, weeping it's clear seep that I could feel dibbling on my leg.  I fumbled with the metal button and zipped down, freeing Silk's wrists, enabling her to caress my butt cheeks, my hips, was holding my pulsing cock. 

Her fingers wrapped my erection and she said with a sultry, wavering voice, "I just luvvv cock." Her fingers tested the warm, soft leather of my scrotum then regripped my staff, moving the loose outer skin up and down. "And your cock, Marc, is so big." She whispered then emphasized, "So fucking big." 
 
Her knees flexed, moving her up and down like a little girl on carousel horse.  She licked down my hairy chest, and sucked my left nipple between her lips then nipped it dangerously with her teeth.  Dropping to her knees her eyes centered on the slit of my head, breathing tiny oohs.  "Mama was right Marc." She murmured, "your cock's much bigger than either Grover's and Daddy's--lots prettier too."

Having never been compared in that way I asked, "Why do you think it is prettier Silk?"

She held it in her hand like a prize bratwurst, the fingers of her other hand caressing my scrotum. Her gorgeous blue eyes looked up into mine then back at my cock, studying it. "Well... your head is a nice purplish color--reminds me of a turkey's gizzard... and it has a pretty helmet shape. Daddy's is just a fat knob. Grover's long, loose foreskin makes it look like a fat ole worm. And... both of theirs are shorter and skinnier." She studied me in her open hand. "And... the top has nice ridges...a pretty blue vein that runs down the middle." Wrapping her fingers around me she stroked slowly, faster, then slowly again. "Am I doing a good hand-job Marc?"

"Oh yes, Baby," I whispered, "I'm loving it." Because of my own hand-job in the hotel shower and the furious car-fuck with Dotty I felt more at ease with Silk. I knew I'd last a little longer.  I remember the vision of Silk stroking me, hefting my hard bulk like a new toy. That beautiful angel held my cock, squeezed it and milked the clear ooze. Then, she licked it from the slit, sending chills from my toes to the follicles of my hair. She was gorgeous. When she sucked me inside her mouth it was almost like sticking my finger into a light socket, but not hard jolt like a shock, just an overwhelming shudder.  Looking down I saw silky blond hair, the back of her neck, her calves and feet in her black stilettos, and most exciting, my cock plugged into her head.
  
I'd never been deep throated before. At my bachelor party my friends hired a hooker who said she could. But she was tiny, only about 4'11" and when she tried to take my oversized cock down her throat she just gagged and couldn't get it down.  But it was obvious Silk was well schooled; she didn't even gag. The sensation was overwhelming, almost unexplainable. But the taper of my head was compressed in her esophagus, which worked in spasms, taking it deeper until I could feel her larynx squeezing my circumcision scar. It was like a snake swallowing its prey. The thrill of it made me want to cum. But, I knew the longer I waited the more powerful and satisfying my orgasm would be. I thought Silk would like it better also...would almost be like she was sucking off Peter North, the high volume ejaculator of porn movies.  My cock was lodged in her throat and, based on her earlier description of her husband's and father's cocks, I was concerned that my girth might hurt her throat. So, I put my hands on her head and stood perfectly still to make sure I didn't thrust and overextend her windpipe.  I started to drift, like I was being hypnotized but was startled by Dotty's voice. "Ain't it fuckin amazing, Marc, how she can do that? ... drives her daddy crazy." 

Silk just kept on keepin on, slowly fucking my wedged cock in her throat. The sight of Dotty standing there in a bright red teddy, wearing red thigh highs and red heels, and the sensation of Silks tight throat made my asshole pucker.  Dotty spoke again. "I bet my baby can use some help, huh Silk?" Her daughter's agreement came out strangely, kind of mmm--huh, and kind of gaggy sounding. "Thought so," Dotty said.

My cock, moving in Silk's tight throat was one thing but, when I felt Dotty fingering my balls my knees almost gave out. Then, when she spread my cheeks and started rimming my asshole with her tongue I yelled, Ahhh, Ahhhhhh!" pumping up and down like and oil derrick.  Dotty's lips compressed on the pucker and I felt her warm saliva oozing inside. Apparently, she knew I was on the verge of an orgasm and, to head it off at the pass, she pressed the tip of her finger hard against the spot between my balls and my asshole. Then, she pushed her finger inside my ass to the first knuckle and rimmed me. These two women were very experienced. 

Dotty was almost breathless as she said, "He's gonna cum hard baby and I wanna see it shootin into your mouth."

Slowly and carefully, Silk slid my cock out of her throat and, when it was free, she flailed the reddened shaft, holding it an inch, or so, in front of the oval ring of her open mouth. "Whenever you're ready Marc," she said, grunting from the exerting of her hand moving so fast on my cock, and grinning from ear to ear. 

Feeling for my hardened, walnut sized prostate gland, Dotty probed her finger inside my ass. Then, releasing the pressure of her other finger behind my balls, she pressed hard against the distended, cum filled gland.

"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" I shouted in both pain and pleasure from the release. "Ohh! Ohhh! Ayyyyyyyyy!" I couldn't believe the pressure that was forcing my cum trough the passage of my cock. It felt like it was stretching the duct.

Dotty looked at her daughter's open mouth, saw the long squirt from the tip of my head shoot inside, making a sound similar to seltzer water at a soda fountain, but with a hollow oval mouthed sound to it. She pressed again, and my back sagged "Ayyyyyy... ooooh... ayyyy... shittttt!" Another long squirt arced into Silk's mouth, pooled behind her teeth and begin to drip over her sexy lower lip. Once again Dotty pressed. "Ohhhh... fuck!.... ssss." Then I went silent. My breath was completely taken a way and... I collapsed to the floor. 

"Got a kiss for your Mama Baby?" I heard Dotty say. Looking up I saw take her daughter's hands and help her to her feet. She planted her lips on Silk's and eagerly took the hot cum that Silk squished into her mouth. They were kissing, sliding their lips back and forth through the gooey whiteness, mmmming and yumming.  I felt paralyzed. And, before I blacked out I looked up at Dotty and silk, in their black and red teddys. They were leaning over, dribbling my cum on my face and chest.

When I awoke from my swoon Silk was massaging my head. Dotty was rubbing the aloe-like sperm into my stomach and chest. She said, "Wake up big boy. We've got a big night ahead of us."


Silk smiled, her blue eyes glowing with excitement then giggled when Dotty asked, "More than ya can handle big boy?" 

I was too overwhelmed to take her words as an insult. My chest heaved another deep breath and I said, "I thought I blew the head off my cock on that one."

Through her broad grin Silk said, "Well, Marc, I thought you would blow out the back of my throat when you came." She chortled again. "But I work well under pressure." 

Dotty smiled her devilish smile and said, "Baby, maybe he'll have to replenish his pond." At that, she straddled me, unsnapped the crotch strap on her red teddy and settled her pussy on my limp, wet cock. She leaned toward Silk, who still had my head in her lap, and kissed her on the lips. I looked up and saw their lips come together. As they did Dotty started wiggling her wet pussy on my limp dick. It was still too soon after the big blast and, even though I felt a few tingles, it was pretty much dead meat. 

They moaned as they kissed passionately. Was this part of their usual Friday night routine? It wouldn't have surprised me. And, based on both Dotty's and Silk's previous comments, these women were, no doubt, swinging with Grover and Guilford. Dotty stood straddling my hips, and pulled Silk to a standing position with her hands. The younger woman straddled my head. It felt strange, my lying on the floor looking up at the business end of these two spectacular women. 

Dotty reached between Silk's legs and unsnapped the crotch strap of her teddy. I was fascinated that both women had identically cut pubic hair, both in the shape of a heart. Silk's heart was brown over a pussy that was elegantly defined with youthful, contoured lips. Her labia peeked out and folded out like small, pink butterfly wings. Dotty's heart was dark brown, and had the look of hair that might have been colored to cover gray. Her large lips were much fatter, the mark of an older woman, her labia were longer and hung down over a half-inch, waggling as she undulated her hips. 

Looking up, I watched their hands go to each other's crotch. Dotty's finger parted Silk's lips first, evoking a kitten-like purr. And when Silk's finger penetrated Dotty, she broke the kiss and sighed, "Yes baby." My worm-like penis,  began to move, proving there was  life after fellatio. As it filled with blood it rolled over from side to side and ironed out the wrinkles of its flaccid skin, finally plumping and standing out straight. The head was much purpler than when the evening began and the shaft was a bright pink.  These women were truly arousing:  Silk in black lace, and Dotty in red, their hanging crotch straps swaying with their movements, their fingers working in each other's pussy, which with their increased wetness made sensuous "futching" sounds. Their free arms embraced one another, and their encased breasts mashed together, obliterating my view of their faces. Moaning and writhing together they were doing a sensual stationary dance.

I saw Dotty's arm come away from Silk's back and reach out. Her hand grasped the green beer bottle from which Silk was drinking when I first came in. She lowered the bottle between Silk's long legs and I saw her other hand open and spread Silk's glistening pink lips. Then, she place the neck of the bottle against the delicate opening and Silk cried, "Oooh Mama it's cold." I watched in titillated wonder as the bottle's neck slid deep inside Silk's pussy, watched Silk's ass tense and her knees flex, and listened to her ooohs, and ahhhs. I clutched my cock and started stroking. 

Dotty moved the bottle faster and faster until the ahhhs became eeeees and, finally as Silk's ass compressed tightly and her body twitched in a jerky spasm, a long, high pitched scream. She squirted again and I marveled as her ejaculate sagged down the green glass. Then, as Dotty pulled it out, the suction on the bottle made a hollow pop, like popping your finger in your mouth. Dotty lifted the bottle to her own lips and to a swig of Silk/beer cocktail said, "Mmmmm, that's good baby." Silk laid her head on Dotty's breasts and in a tiny voice said, "I love you Mommy." Such a wild scene could only have happened in a dream.  But, from my tingling balls I knew it wasn't a dream. 

I was still on the floor when Dotty looked down and said to Silk, "Lookie baby, Marc's ready again," and I was. I wanted my cock in something warm and wet said, "either sit on it or suck it." Both women giggled and before I knew it they were squatting, Silk's pussy dripping on my face and Dotty's cunt sliding down my cock. The wonder of the evening was wonderful.

While Dotty's soft, spongy pocket embraced my bulk Silk's juicy pussy was on my mouth. I bucked my hips, bouncing Dotty half way up my shaft. Another buck and I was the bronc and she the rider "Yeeha!" She yelled her hand flailing in the air holding an imaginary hat.  At the same time Silk wiggled her sopping pussy on my face, moaning as my tongue licked her groove from her clitoris to her soft anus.  Warm liquid leaked from her pussy, washing down my chin and neck.
 
"Hold on Marc," Dotty said as she stood up, my cock coming out of her pussy with a pop. "Let's switch baby," she said to Silk. 

Silk's dripping pussy moved away from my face. I watched her squat, her arms angled back, her hands against the floor...felt her lips covering the head of my cock, then the slurpy slide of her messy cunt as she impaled herself on me. "Fuck him baby," Dotty implored. Silk looked up at her mom, pushed her hands hard against the floor and moved up and down. Dotty's pussy plopped on my face and, once again, my view was obliterated. Just like with her momma I bucked Silk and she rode me.  Dotty gasped, "Let him cum inside you baby!"

Silk humped harder and faster; her breath was whistling through her nostrils. I think she was biting her lip. Our fucking was wet and slurpy, our bodies coming together in a moist sounding: slap, slap, slap. Each time Silk humped I met her--harder and faster, Uh, uh, unging louder and louder. She gushed again, her hot ejaculate washing through my pubic hair and sagging down my balls.

Riding my face, my lips and flailing tongue, Dotty wiggled and shouted, "Jesus, this is good!" She spread her cheeks and volunteered her anus, which I rewarded with the tip of my tongue, licking and probing her tangy moue. With two fingers she masturbated, coming just after her daughter. 

"Phew!" she said with glee, "I'm likin you Marc, "and whadya think? Your cock is still hard."

Having cum twice before I was comfortable not needing to cum. The night's activity gave me great staying power...not to mention the beginnings of aching nuts.
 
"Get naked baby," Dotty commanded Silk. I looked back at Dotty who was wildly shedding her teddy while Silk carefully removed hers and folded it on the table. 
"Come on baby," she urged. "Marc's gonna fuck me doggie while I eat your pussy. Lay down on the floor, now," Dotty implored.

Silk complied with her mother's desires and in a flash Dotty was on her knees, her face buried in Silks pussy. The sound she made as she gobbled her lovely daughter's pulpy vulva was like a child working on a juicy slice of watermelon. Silk laced her fingers in her Dotty's ash blond hair and held her mother's head tight between her legs. The older woman's ass was raised up high, wiggling excitedly--eager for my cock to penetrate her pussy. She spread her cheeks with her hands and her puckered pink/brown anus punctuated the statement--like 'I've got a beautiful ass'--period. Her large lips had the fullness of age and I found them extremely sensual.

Holding my cock in my right hand I crouched low enough to accommodate an easy slide, wiggled the taught, shiny head into her groove plugged the socket. She pushed back and gobbled me to my circumcision scar then inched back as I thrust forward. I should have been numb from the night's activity but my organ, though chaffed by the action, was a network of excited nerve endings. Her pussy fisted my manhood, holding it tightly until the head of my cock almost touched her cervix, and I gasped with pleasure as the walls of her vagina squeezed me like a vise. 


During that trip I had gone to Gilley's in Pasadena, Texas and had ridden the mechanical bull...but only at slow speed. This was a different ride. And, it was like someone had played a trick on me and pushed the button to "fastest."  But, I was attached to Dotty in a way that no one had ever been to the bull at Gilley's, and was held fast by Dotty's expert control of her fucking muscles. Each time I thought I would be bucked off the woman's sphincter tightened beyond the rim of my head, locking on me until she allowed me to slide back in to her gripping tunnel of love; she bucked and I fucked. Her mouth left Silk's pussy only long enough to yelp her pleasure then reformed her embrasure that muffled her shrieks and passionate moans. The feeling of her pussy sliding back over my cock and the sound of her ass slapping my stomach combined with sounds of her ecstasy and the "oh Mamas," and "ooh, oohs" from Silk, weakened my resolve. I couldn't last much longer. My balls ached and the muscles that kept my semen from leaking out grew weaker with each thrust. I told myself this was a once in a lifetime event and no matter what it took, no matter how I ached, I resolved that I wouldn't cum before they did.

What started as an uncoordinated action with my stomach slapping Dotty's ass, followed by Dotty's mouth and chin slapping into Silk's slurpy pussy, developed into a smooth routine. When Dotty and I slapped together, Silk pushed back against Dotty's mouth. Dotty's yelps muted to frantic grunts and Silk took over the yelping duties. My cock, even though the abraded skin was burning, slid like a well oiled piston in Dotty's cunt (when she allowed it). Unlike a piston though, the lubrication in Dotty's cylinder leaked past the seal of my cock, releasing slurping bubbles at the ring.

Silk was the first to cum. Her arms flew out and her open hands hit the floor with a loud "slap." She bucked against Dotty's mouth, thrust her legs in the air and shuddered like a dying rabbit, then let out and elegant, silky "ooooooooooooooh." 

Dotty, driven to the edge by the excitement of my thrusting cock, Silk's frantic orgasm and the finger that she had been rubbing on her clitoris, stiffened. I had never been with a squirter before and never heard woman experience an orgasm with such wild force. And, when Dotty started screaming she pushed her ass hard against me and I felt her warm cum sluicing between her pussy and my cock. Then it leaked past her vaginal ring and sagged down my balls--not once, but a second and third time. The air was redolent with the odor of delicate pee and I was ready when Dotty, through clenched teeth urged, "Don't cum Marc, don't cum!"

She jerked forward, pulling herself off my cock, making the sucking sound of an old fashioned hand water pump and her pussy gushed her cum against me and flowed over my cock and balls. Gasping she said, "Cum in Silk's mouth Marc."

That would have been all the encouragement I needed, but Dotty didn't leave anything to chance. She grasped my cock with both hands, holding it close to her daughter's gaping mouth and, with a fiendish grin, jacked me off. My eyes were saucers. I let go and the pressure that had built up was released into a long white stream of cum that strung into Silk's mouth. The noise of it hitting the back of her throat and the volume of my ejaculation made a noise like a spigot filling a test tube. The trail of my stream left lines of white cream that sagged from her lower lip to her chin.

Dotty was all over her daughter, kissing her lips, caressing her breasts. Silk groped for her mother's pussy and her fingers slid deep inside, squishing as they fucked the sodden orifice. Wildly they shared my load, noisily slurping it from mouth to mouth. Silk shuddered again and Dotty let her sink to the floor, long filaments of semen stretching from their lips, breaking when they became to thin to sustain themselves.

Dotty turned on her knees and kissed me, forced her slippery tongue into my mouth and pushed me back on the floor. She pulled away from my mouth with hers opened wide, and let what remained of my original offering drip into my mouth. Then, she pulled me over against Silk's flushed body.

Our bodies slumped together; we were exhausted... wet with perspiration. Silk, ever insatiable, made a weak attempt to suck my limp, wet cock, and then finally fell asleep like a baby with her thumb in her mouth, and a big thumb at that. Feeling the warmth of her mouth suckling gently and the air from her nostrils drying the wetness from my penis, my eyelids became lead.  We all snuggled close and dozed off together.

The night progressed on a less aggressive journey. The women gave me time to rest my aching cock and balls. Then, we kissed, caressed and ate each other to gentler orgasms. When I finally got hard again (hard being a relative term) I fucked each of them missionary style, side by side, their legs wide open for me. I would pump inside Dotty three or four times, climb over and fuck Silk three or four times.  At her request I fucked Dotty until I came. She rolled over, crouched and squatted emptying her pussy into Silk's mouth. 

Never having imagined that I would be able to perform so many times in one night we fucked again.  By this time I was in agony.  I came in Silk's pussy and she emptied it into her mother's mouth. Dotty, not wanting to exclude me, emptied the snowball into my mouth then asked me to pucker my lips on her asshole and squirt the precious commodity inside. The party didn't break up until after 3:00 am.

It was all I could do to drive back to town. I was sleepy and my balls ached so much that I couldn't tell whether they were testicles or sores. When I got back to the motel my underpants were soaked with semen. I had heard of strain before but had never experienced it. The sphincter that kept my semen from being released was so irritated that it allowed a continuous stream of precum and/or cum to ooze. The next morning my mattress was soaked and there was a slight trace of blood. I paid dearly for that night of revelry, but would do it again in a heartbeat.

I finished my job in town by the next Wednesday and flew back home. When I walked in the door I called out, "Honey I'm home." The house was quiet; she must have gone out with friends. Walking to the computer I turned it on and checked my emails. There were 17: three spam, 11 business, 2 personal, and this:

"My daughter and I want to thank you for such a wonderful night of pleasure, Marc. I know it's not in the cards for you to be here again, but Silk and I take a trip to Las Vegas once a year. We'll be going in two months. Perhaps you would like to join us." The email was from Dorothy. I felt a twinge of excitement in my groin accompanied by a dull ache. Adjusting the mini-pad inside my shorts I realized that I had to change it. Opening my calendar I checked the dates on my email and entered them into my calendar for my proposed business trip to Las Vegas and thought, I hope my wife doesn't want sex tonight.
