Texas Two Step

TEXAS TWO STEP By Peter Duncan It had been an intense four weeks for Marc Hamilton. He had installed a CPU22 computer in six of Consolidated Electronic's branches. There were two more to install before he could go back home. "Your order will be up in twenty-five minutes," the room service operator said; just enough time for him to take a shower. His neck ached from slumping over the keyboard all day and the jets of hot water felt good on his shoulders. Marc always got a sensual thrill when he caressed his own skin in the shower. Not bad skin for a fifty-five year old man, he thought. His eyes followed the suds down his chest, watched them sluice through his pubic hair and sag down the length of his flaccid and wrinkled penis. He pushed on the liquid dispenser and squirted a pool of silky white soap into the palm his hand. It looked exactly like the creamy pools he so often shot into the palm of his hand when he jerked off. Smoothing the slippery emollient down the length of his rising cock, tingles raced from his balls to his asshole. Closing his fingers on his scrotum he tested each testicle then worked the soap over the wrinkled sac. It had been a month since Marc had sex with his wife. It was wearing on him. Rising with the increased flow of blood, his cock became significant, ironing the wrinkles into a smooth erection. He fisted the water warmed soap over his prominence, squeezing gently, simulating the slippery spongy tunnel of his wife's pussy. Closing his eyes he imagined it slipping in and out of her luscious pocket. His balls convulsed and his knees weakened as he clamped the cheeks of his ass tight; it was both hydro and sexual therapy. As the hot water pelted his back he stroked until his balls contracted and forced a long, white line of semen into the hollow of his free hand. After putting on a starched white dress shirt he pulled his tight levis over his naked ass, fantasizing that he would go out and make eye contact with a beautiful woman, one who would be interested in the pronounced bulge in his crotch. He laughed and thought, as a result of his enforced celibacy, how increasingly important his time in the shower had become. During the week he had driven past a trendy bar that looked like it might be a place where women might go dancing?or looking. But it was Friday night and most eligible single women had probably already staked out their weekend squeeze. Marc's mind was in a high state of fantasy, thinking "what if" there might be someone out there. It would sure beat spending the night alone with my five fingered friend. It was a cozy bar. It was crowded, but the women were coupled with men. Marc sat down at the bar and ordered a Samuel Adams. The music was good and he enjoyed the smuddling conversation, punctuated with laughter. The sounds of women's laughter aroused him. The tender head of his cock swelled against the rough denim of his Levis. Taking another sip from his half empty bottle, he looked into the mirror and spied two women. They had just come through the door. Both were casually dressed. The younger woman, with long blonde Barbie hair, was about the same height as wife wife, 5'4". She looked like an angel. Here companion was an older woman, maybe and inch or so shorter. Her light ash blonde hair was shorter, done in a flip, kinda like the hairdo popularized by Dorothy Hammill, the Olympic ice skating champion in the seventies. Both women were attractive, both wore jeans and western looking shirts, and both wore cowboy boots. The younger one's shirt was filled with nicely formed breasts. Marc detected her nipples pressing through the soft fabric of her bra. His eyes traversed her body, locking on the seam of her jeans. It formed the contours of her pussy lips. His erection grew, pressing hard against the rough denim fabric of his jeans. She turned to the woman next to her?maybe her older sister or mom?and showed her tight, shapely butt on the elegant hour glass of her figure. He ordered another beer. Nibbling and toying with the complimentary goldfish, Marc thought of the project he was working on; he thought of home. But mostly, he thought about the girl and her sister, or was it her mother? Lost in thought, the sounds of laughter engulfed him again. He noticed, in the mirror, that the two women's appeared to be looking directly at him. The older one whispered something in the younger one's ear. Without smiling, She nodded her head. She appeared to be concentrating upon something. Her body seemed to quiver a little. She was staring at him in the mirror, alright but her eyes seemed entranced. Marc 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 was massaging her neck gently. All of a sudden, the younger woman bit her lip and her nostrils flared widely. Her face flushed. Just then, her sister, or was it her mother, patted her on the back and said something ... The words she mouthed appeared to Marc to be, "Was it good baby?" Marc 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. She was looking right at him when she did it. Marc got off his stool and walked toward them. The older one smiled and said something to the Barbie blonde. "Mom!" he heard the young one say over the crowd. The mother must have said something suggestive, maybe something concerning Marc. "Evenin ladies," he said. "Hello" the older one said. "You two look like you could be related." "Kind of," the younger one replied and winked. They both giggled. Marc looked at the older one and asked, "Is this young lady your mother?" "Oh you charmer," said the older woman. Barbie said, "Yes," then smiled and blushed. "My name is Marc. I'm in town until Tuesday. I just came out tonight to see if I could find somebody to talk to." "My name's Dotty," the older one said, extending her hand and shaking Marc's. "And this is my daughter, Silk." "Dotty, Silk, I'm pleased to meet you," Marc said. "Is this, ladies night out?" Silk shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Marc." Her hand was soft and warm. Marc's cheeks tinged as he said, "Your name fits you Silk. Are you two doing the town tonight?" She batted her periwinkle eyes and looked over at her mother. "Well, actually, we're just out for some air ... to see if anything's going on in town." "Grover," Dotty said, "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." Dotty rolled her eyes suggestively. "And right off the bat, Marc, we found you." She winked then flashed a smile to Silk, whose cheeks maintained their pink glow. "So, what do you do for fun when you're all alone?" Marc directed the question to Dotty. "Well, that depends on the mood we're in," Dotty said. "Our men have just upped and left us," she smiled and batted her eyes, "so, we're in a kind of naughty mood, he-he-he, I would guess you'd say." She looked at Silk. "Right honey?" Her daughter grinned. "Right Mama," she answered. "And, Mama, do you think if it would be alright to ask Marc here out to the house?" "Well baby," Dotty said, looking directly at Marc's crotch, "I guess that'd be alright with me." Her eyes caught Marc's then swiveled to Silk's. "And, judging by Marc's little bundle of joy, I would say it is alright with Marc. Don't you agree Marc?" Both embarrassed and thrill that both Dotty's and Silk's eyes were staring at his crotch Marc said, "Er ... yes, that would be fine with me." Realizing that his fantasy might come true his breath caught in his throat. Thinking he was dreaming he heard Silk say, "I can ride in Marc's car Mama. We'll follow you." The tremolo in her voice betrayed her excitement. I'll ride with Marc. I have explain the ground rules." "Ground rules?" Silk asked with a bit of a pout. "Oh?ok Mama." Dotty held Marc's hand as we walked out of the bar, just like they were out on a date. Silk walked quickly ahead, her spectacular bottom wiggling in her jeans as she walked to the black Lincoln Navigator. Dotty said, "Nice rear end, don't you think Marc?" She squeezed his hand. "I like yours too," she said, reaching out and patting his ass. "Can't wait to see it out of the wrapper, he-he-he." Marc escorted Dotty to the passenger side of the green Ford Taurus rental car and opened the door. "Thanks Hon," she said. "I don't get treated like a lady very often. That's the mark of a real gentleman and that goes a long way with me." He walked around to the driver's side and got in. As he slid onto the seat and closed the door the sexy aroma of Dotty's perfume wafted his nostrils. "Nice perfume," he said as he put the key into the ignition. She slid over next to him, took his hand off the key and said, "Give Mama a kiss Marc." She looked up at him and her lips parted sensually. His heart raced and the tight skin melted. Her hand caressed the back of Marc's head as their lips merged and melted. Their nostrils were snorkels, passionately sucking air. Dotty's lips parted inviting Marc's tongue to explore her cavity, slick under her tongue and velvet on top, with slickery ridges on the roof. The harsh sound of a horn made them look up. Silk, sitting in the Navigator, was telling them that they were trying her patience. "Better buckle up Dotty," Marc said. "I don't think so hon," she said, looking at him with sassy eyes. He followed Silk out of the parking lot, stopped at a light, then continued through town. "How far is your house from here Dotty?" "Far enough," she said, putting her hand on Marc's leg and caressing up and down his thigh. "You're not even wearing boxers are you honey?" Her hand moved to his bulk and her fingers test its girth through the thick denim fabric. "You feel like quite a man Marc." Unconsciously, he wiggled in his seat. "Do you think you're man enough for two hungry women?" He tried to act cool but cleared his throat. "Well, I certainly aim to please ma'am." She giggled. "Didn't know I was riding with Gary Cooper." His cock was hard, pointing straight up. Her fingers traced his length, from the tip of the head to the soft sac of his scrotum. "Mind if I take a peek?" His forearms pebbled with goose bumps as I felt her fingers fumble with his zipper. Concentrating on the tail lights of the Navigator he was able to perceive the Navigator's weaving path. I bet she's fingering herself. "Feels heavenly," Dotty said as she reached in circled his cock with her fist. Flopping out Marc's swollen cock her voice became husky with desire, "Oh, baby, "you're a man after a lady' heart" she said." Her eyes moved from his cock to the Navigator's tail lights. Dreamily, she said, "I'm sure lookin' forward to seeing this thing inside my baby. Isn't she a doll?" It was all he could do to keep the car on the road. The Navigator turned left, down a narrow road. Its stop lights glared and signaled a left turn. The house, a large one story brick, sat back from the road about a hundred feet. The lights of the Navigator blazed on the white garage door that was raising. Silk pulled inside and Marc stopped behind her on the driveway. As he stopped, Dotty leaned over and kissed the head of his cock. "Mmmmm" she said, you taste sweet." She patted it and put it back inside his levis. "I think this is going to be a wonderful night, Marc." As Marc got out of the car, he felt like he was in a surreal dream. The moon was full, the crickets chirped and the stars were brilliant against the black sky. As he walked around to Dotty's side of the car, his rigid manhood pressed against his Levi's, his taut and tender head rubbing the coarse fabric. He opened the door. "Thank you sir" Dotty said "Come closer and give me your hand." Willingly Marc complied. He tried to control the heaving in his chest. He reached out, and Dotty pulled him in closer. "I've been thinkin Marc, your tight, smooth head felt real good on my lips. It made Dotty's pussy awful wet. It's not a good thing to waste perfectly good lube. What do you say about giving me a test ride on that beautiful thing?" She smiled and giggled as the fingers of her free hand fumbled with the metal button (Marc wore no belt), opened it and pulled the zipper down. "Mmmm," she said, scratching her long red nail through his pubic hair. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she pulled it out of his pants. "Oh baby, you're much bigger than my Guilford. I want to feel you inside me right now." Marc reached down and undid the large western buckle on Dotty's jeans. He fumbled with the button and zipped her down. Peeling her jeans down her legs, all the way to the top of her cowboy boots, he stripped her black lace panties to the top of her jeans. Placing his finger between her lips he realized what she meant by not wasting lube. "You weren't kidding, were you Dotty?" "Nope Marc, I never kid when it comes to fuckin," she said, flexing her knees to provide access. "Stop talkin Marc, and get with it sweetie." He took her legs, bound at the ankles by her jeans, and turned her to the left, resting her legs in the opening of the car door. With his left hand he spread the cheeks of Dotty's soft, warm ass, hearing wet snap of her parting, sodden labia. With his right hand wrapped around the girth of his ample maleness, he wiggled its head in her flooded crack. Parting her wet with his plow-like head and popped it inside her vaginal ring. "You're doin good so far Marc," Dotty said. "But, don't be timid hon. Slam that thing inside me." Marc leaned forward, plunging his stiff cock deep inside Dotty's spongy, warm cunt. Closing his eyes her pictured the action inside Dotty and breathed out through his flaring nostrils. "Oh yessss baby! Fuck me now ... fuck me hard!" Pistoning his engorged meat in Dotty's cunt, Marc got excited that he had to squeeze his cheeks together hard to keep from cumming. "Dotty, I'm sorry babe, but I am gonna cum. You sure you want it inside you?" "Oh yessss baby ... fill me up. I want your hot cum." He slammed her three more times. On the fourth down stroke, he slammed deep inside and through clenched teeth gasped, "Shit, Dotty, oh, oh, oh!" His balls clutched over and over again, forcing silky white semen deep insider her, splashing it on her cervix, adding more lubrication to his pumping rod. His knees gave out and he had to steady himself on the car door. Embarrassed that he had cum so quickly he said, "I am sorry Dotty that it was so short. I was, er ... a little excited." "I told you it was just a test ride Marc. Don't be so serious hun. I loved it. Besides, we're gonna have plenty of time, if you can keep up." Marc and Dotty pulled up their jeans and adjusted themselves, not bothering to tuck in their shirts. Dotty took Marc by the hand and led him toward the house. "Better not keep Silk waiting too long, hun," she giggled, "my little girl's a horny little devil." They walked through the garage, through the entryway and into the kitchen. While Marc and Dotty had been frolicking Silk had changed into play clothes. With a beer in her hand, she stood in a lacey black teddi, black thigh highs and 4" black stiletto heels. Marc couldn't believe the image of this beautiful, young, long haired blonde woman, her perfect slim hour glass highlighted by her sexy lingerie. Dotty winked at him and said, "Isn't my baby a dream Marc?" Marc could only stare. "And look what your Mama has got for you sweetie." Dotty held up her right hand and opened her palm. "Wanta taste?" Her hand was wet with Marc's cum that she had gathered before pulling up her jeans. Silk went to her mother, took Dotty's palm and brought it to her mouth, licking it with her pink tongue. "Mmmmm." She licked her lips and said to Marc, "You're not all salty like my Grover, and not garlicky like him. You taste good Marc." "Well, you two," Dotty said, "I wanna get dressed for the party." Marc watched Dotty walk through the door into the house beyond thinking, For and older woman she's one hot looking female. Turning he saw Silk, her periwinkle eyes glowing with excitement. "Are two women more than you can handle?" she taunted. His eyes traveled Silk's body, following the contours of her sinuous body, her ample breasts, her voluptuously cloven lips which formed in the crotch of her teddi. Her Barbie Doll blonde hair, typical to young Texas women, cascaded over her shoulders. Taking the beer bottle from her hand Marc set it on the counter. He wrapped her in his arms, kissing her passionately. Her mother must have taught her well; her lips were incredibly soft. She pushed her abdomen hard against him, sucked his tongue in her mouth and undulating her hips against his belly. He found the taste of her mouth delicious and her primal femininity thrilling. Silk's hands lifted Marc's shirt, still undone from his session with Dotty. She pushed her fingers against his bare stomach and pushed here fingers in the waistband of his Levis?all the way to his buns. His throbbing cock pushed against the stiff fabric of his jeans. It was crying to get out, weeping it's clear seep down his leg. Fumbling with the metal button he zipped down, freeing Silk's wrists, enabling her to caress his butt cheeks. Wrapping his erection in her hand, her sultry, wavering voice said, "I just love cock." Her fingers tested the warm, soft leather of his scrotum then regripped his shaft, moving the loose outer skin up and down. "And," she whispered, "your cock is soo big," (Her eyes were glued on it) "so fucking big." Her knees flexed like a little girl on carousel horse. She licked down Marc's hairy chest, sucking his left nipple between her lips, nipping it dangerously with her teeth. Dropping to her knees, her eyes centered on the slit of his head and her mouth mooed tiny oohs. "Mama was right," She murmured, "your cock's much bigger than Grover's, lots prettier too." Having never been compared in that way Marc 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 cradling his balls. Her gorgeous blue eyes looked up into his, then back at his cock. "Well ... your head is a nice purplish color?reminds me of a turkey's gizzard ... and, it has a pretty helmet-like shape. Daddy's is just a fat knob. Grover's floppy foreskin makes it look like a fat ole worm. And, both of theirs are shorter?and skinnier." She studied it on the platform of her open hand. "The top of yours has nice ridges, and, a pretty blue vein that runs down the middle." Wrapping her fingers around it she stroked slowly, faster, then slowly again. "Do you like this Marc?" "Oh yes, Baby," he whispered, "I'm loving it." Because of his own hand-job in the hotel shower, coupled with the furious car-fuck with Dotty, he would last a little longer with Silk. She licked his slit and he could feel goose bumps rising. When she sucked him inside her mouth it was almost as if he had stuck his finger into a light socket. It wasn't a hard jolt like a shock, just an overwhelming shudder. He locked his knees and scanned Silk's soft blond hair, the back of her neck, her calves and feet in her black stilettos. The view was thrilling, but not as thrilling as the picture of his cock plugged into her beautiful face. Marc had never been deep throated before. At his bachelor party his friends hired a hooker who said she could. But she was tiny, only about 4'11" and when she tried to take his oversized cock down her throat she gagged and couldn't get it down. Silk, on the other hand, was well schooled. She took it all the way down, and, didn't even gag. Based on her earlier description of her husband's and father's cocks, Marc was concerned that his bulky cock might hurt her throat. So, he put his hands on her head and stood perfectly still to make sure he didn't thrust and overextend her windpipe. The sensation was overwhelming, almost unexplainable. The taper of his head was compressed in her esophagus, which worked in spasms, taking it deeper until he could feel her larynx squeezing beyond his circumcision scar. The thrill of it made Marc want to cum. But, he knew the longer he waited the more powerful and satisfying his orgasm would be. Silk will probably like it better also. He'd seen Peter North's copious ejaculations in porn movies and imagined he would be able to spurt as volcanically. He had drifted off in euphoria when he was startled by Dotty's husky voice. "Ain't it fuckin amazing, Marc, how she can do that... ? drives her boyfriend crazy." Silk was oblivious, slowly fucking the cock wedged in her throat. The sight of Dotty in a bright red teddi, wearing red thigh highs and red heels, added to the sensation of Silks tight throat, made Marc's asshole pucker. Dotty spoke again. "I bet my baby can use some help, huh Silk?" Silk's eyes clicked to her mother. Her agreement came out strangely, kind of an mmm?huh, gaggy sound. "Thought so," Dotty said. Marc's cock, being fucked by Silk's tight throat was one thing but, when Dotty fingering his balls his knees almost gave out. When she spread his cheeks and started rimming his asshole with her tongue he yelled, "Ahhh, Ahhhhhh," pumping up and down like and oil derrick. Dotty's lips compressed on his puckered anus and he felt her warm saliva oozing inside. An expert in pleasing me, she knew Marc was on the verge of an orgasm. She headed it off at the pass by pressing the tip of her finger hard against the spot between his balls asshole. The flood withheld, she pushed her finger inside Marc's ass to the first knuckle. These two women had been practicing. "He's gonna blow baby. I wanna see it shootin into your mouth." Slowly and carefully, Silk slid Marc's cock out of her throat. When it was free, she flailed his reddened shaft, holding it just in front of the oval ring of lips. "Whenever you're ready Marc," she grunted. Dotty probed her finger inside Marc's ass, feeling for the walnut of his prostate. She releasing the pressure of her other finger and pressed hard against the bloated, cum filled gland. In pain and pleasure he shouted, "Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Ohh! Ohhh! Ayyyyyyyyy!" Had it not been happening he would never have believed hd could shoot with so much pressure. With devilish pleasure, Dotty watched the long squirt shoot inside her daughter's mouth. It made a sound similar to seltzer water at a soda fountain being dispensed into a plastic cup, but it was softened by the soft membrane of Silk's mouth. She pressed again, and Marc's back sagged. "Ayyyyyy ... ooooh ... ayyyy ... shittttt," he shouted as another long squirt arced into Silk's mouth, pooling behind her teeth, then dripping over her sexy lower lip. Marc's breath was completely taken away. He collapsed to the floor. Laying on the floor, gasping for breath he heard Doty say, "Got a kiss for your Mama Baby?" Looking up, he watched her 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. As they kissed they slid their lips back and forth through the gooey whiteness. Before he blacked out Marc looked up at Dotty and Silk?two gorgeous women in their sexy teddies, leaning over him, dribbling his cum on his face and chest. When he awoke Silk was massaging his head. Dotty was rubbing the slippery sperm into his stomach and chest. "Wake up big boy," she said, "We've got a big night ahead of us." Too overwhelmed to take her words as an insult, he grinned and said, "I thought I blew the head off my cock on that one." Silk grinned as she replied, "Well, Marc, I thought you would blow out the back of my throat." She chortled, "But I work well under pressure." Dotty flashed her devilish smile and said, "He's gonna have to replenish his pond, baby." She straddled his supine body, unsnapped the crotch strap on her red teddi and settled her pussy on Marc's limp, wet cock. Leaned towards her daughter who still had his head in her lap, and Marc watched their lips come together. As they did, Dotty wiggled her wet pussy on his limp dick. It was still too soon after the big blast and, even though he felt a few tingles, it was pretty much dead meat. As they moaned in their passionate embrace Marc mused was this part of their usual Friday night routine? Their was no question that Dotty and her husband were swinging with Silk and hers. Dotty stood up, still straddling Marc's hips. Holding Silk's hands, she coaxed her to stand as well. The younger woman straddled his head. Marc felt strange, lying on the floor, looking up at the pussies of these two spectacular women. Dotty reached between Silk's legs and unsnapped the crotch strap of her teddi. Marc was fascinated. Both women had identically cut pubic hair, the shaped like 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 longer labia hung down over a half-inch, waggling and glistening as she undulated her hips. Dotty's finger parted Silk's lips first, evoking a kitten-like purr. When Silk's finger penetrated Dotty, she broke the kiss and sighed, "Yes baby." Marc's worm-like penis, began its move. There was life after fellatio! As it filled with blood it rolled from side to side ironing the wrinkles of its flaccid skin. Finally, it plumped and stood out straight. The head was a much deeper purple than when the evening began. The shaft was 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 worked in each other's pussy, their increased wetness making sensuous "futching" sounds. Their free arms embraced one another, and their encased breasts mashed together, obliterating Marc's view of their faces. Moaning and writhing together, they danced a sensual bolero. Marc saw Dotty's arm reach out. Her hand grasped the green beer bottle from which Silk was drinking when Marc and she first came in. She lowered the bottle between Silk's long legs and Marc watched her other hand open and spread Silk's glistening pink lips, "Oooh Mama," silk shivered, "it's cold." The bottle's neck slid deep inside Silk's pussy. Marc watched Silk's ass tense and her knees flex. He heard her her ooohs, and ahhhs. Clutching his cock he stroked. Dotty moved the bottle faster until the ahhhs morphed into a long, high pitched scream, Silk clamped her ass and her body twitched in a jerky spasm. Marc had never imagined the sight of the beautiful young woman's ejaculate sagging down the green glass. The suction of Silk's cunt on the bottle made a hollow pop when Dotty pulled it out. The erotic show continued as Dotty lifted the bottle to her own lips, taking a swig of the Silkjuice/beer cocktail. "Mmmmm, that's good baby," Dotty said, licking her lips. Silk laid her head on her mother'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 his tingling he felt in his balls Marc knew he wasn't dreaming. Dotty looked down and said to Silk, "Lookie baby, Marc's ready again." Both women giggled and before he knew it they were squatting. Silk's pussy was dripping on his face. And, Dotty's cunt, like a loose, wet fist, grasped his cock in a downward slide. While Dotty's soft, spongy pocket settled on Marc's bulk and squeezed, Silk's juicy pussy covered his mouth. He bucked his hips and Dotty bounced half way up his shaft. Another buck and he was the bronc and Dotty the rider. "Yeeha!" She yelled, her hand flailing in the air, holding an imaginary hat. At the same time Silk wiggled her sloppy pussy on Marc's face, moaning as he tongued her groove from her clitoris to her soft anus. "Hold on Marc," Dotty said as she stood up, her pussy leaving his rod with a sodden slurp. "Let's switch baby," she said to Silk. Silk's dripping pussy moved away from his face. He watched her squat, her arms angled back, her hands against the floor ... felt her lips covering the head of his cock. She dropped her ass, impaling herself on Marc's cock. "Fuck him baby," Dotty commanded. Silk's periwinkle eyes looked up at her mom. Using her hands against the floor as leverage she pumped her ass up and down. Dotty's pussy plopped on Marc's face and, once again, his view was obliterated by a woman's covering ass. Silk, her breath whistling through her nostrils, humped harder and faster. The fucking was wet and slurpy, their bodies coming together in a moist sounding: slap, slap, slap. Each time Silk humped Marc met her?harder and faster, Uh, uh, unging louder and louder. Dotty's ass writhed on Marc's face as he flailed her groove with his tongue. "Jesus, this is good!" she shouted. Pulling her cheeks apart with her hands she volunteered her anus. Marc rewarded her with the tip of his tongue which licked and slurped on her tangy hole. "Jesus, this is good!" she yelled, digging her cunt with two fingers. "Let him cum inside you baby!" The two women came almost concurrently. Dotty wrapped her arms around her daughter, pinching her nipples as the both wiggled and shuddered their orgasms. The juice from Dotty's pussy washed Marcs face just after Silk's warm ejaculate sluiced into Marc's pubic hair and down his balls. "Phew!" Dotty gasped, "I'm likin you Marc; your fuckin cock is still hard." Having cum twice before, Marc had still not popped. The night's activity gave him great staying power ... not to mention a set of aching nuts. "Get naked baby," Dotty said to her daughter as she wildly shed her own teddi while. Silk carefully removed hers and folded it on the table. Two different animals, Marc thought. "Come on baby," Dotty urged. "Marc's gonna fuck me doggie while I eat your pussy. Get down on the floor, baby." Silk was quick to obey her mother and, in a flash, Dotty was on her knees, her face buried in Silk's 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 brown circle of her anus punctuated the statement?like 'I've got one gorgeous ass'?period. Her large lips had the fullness of age and Marc found them extremely sensual. Holding his cock in his right hand he crouched low enough to accommodate an easy slide. He wiggled the taught, shiny head into her groove, plugging the socket. She pushed back and took him to the end of his circumcision scar. Inching back a little, Marc thrust all the way in. With all the night's activity, his cock should have been numb. Even though it had been chaffed from use it was still a network of excited nerve endings. Dotty's pussy wasn't as tight as her daughter's, but she had excellent muscle control, squeezing Marc's cock just like she was a thirteen year old virgin. It wasn't as deep as Silk's either. As he thrust home the head of his cock slammed her cervix bringing forth a "Yeow!" During his four weeks in Texas Marc had visited Gilley's in Pasadena. He had ridden the mechanical bull ... but only at slow speed. Dotty was a different ride, and, it was like someone had played a trick on him, pushing the button to fastest. Riding Dotty, he was attached to her in a way no one had ever been attached to Gilley's bull. The walls of her cunt held him so tight, there was no way he would fall out. Each time he thought he would be bucked off the woman's tunnel tightened beyond the rim of his head, locking on him until she allowed him to slide back in to her gripping tunnel of love. Her mouth left Silk's pussy only long enough to yelp her pleasure of the slide, or the pain of having her cervix pummeled. Then reformed her embrasure on her daughter's vulva which muffled her passionate moans and aching shrieks. The feeling of Dotty's pussy sliding back over his cock and the sound of her ass slapping his stomach combined with her sounds of her ecstasy and Silk's pleasure moans, weakened Marc's resolve. His balls ached and the muscles that kept his semen from leaking out grew weaker with each thrust. He knew this was a once in a lifetime event. And, no matter what it took, no matter how much he ached, he vowed that he wouldn't cum before they did. What started as an uncoordinated action with his 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 Marc's bodies slapped together, Silk pushed back against Dotty's mouth, muting her cries. Silk's moans and shrieks went unabated. Marc's cock, even though the abraded skin was burning, slid like a well oiled piston in Dotty's cunt. Unlike a piston though, the lubrication in Dotty's cylinder leaked past the seal of his cock, releasing slurping bubbles at the ring. Silk was the first to cum. She slapped the floor with her open hands and bucked against Dotty's mouth, thrusting her legs in the air and shuddered like a dying rabbit. Driven to the edge by the excitement of Marc's savaging cock, Silk's frantic orgasm, and the finger that she had been rubbing on her clitoris, Dotty froze. Marc had never been with squirters before. Nor had he ever heard woman experience an orgasm with such wild force. Pushing her ass hard against him, Dotty started screaming. Her cum sluiced between her pussy and Marc's cock. It leaked past her vaginal ring and sagged down his balls?not once, but a second and third time. The air became redolent with the odor of delicate pee. Gasping, as if she were in pain she urged through clenched teeth, "Don't cum Marc, don't cum!" Jerking forward, she pulled herself off Marc's cock, making the sucking sound of an old fashioned hand water pump. Cum gushed out of her pussy and saturated his stomach and balls. Gasping, her husky voice commanded, "Cum in Silk's mouth Marc." That would have been all the encouragement he needed, but Dotty didn't leave anything to chance. She grasped his cock with both hands and held it close to her daughter's gaping mouth. With a fiendish grin, she jacked him off. His eyes were saucers. He 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 load made a noise like a spigot filling a test tube. The trail of his stream left lines of white cream that sagged from her lower lip to her chin. Dotty was all over her daughter, kissing her lips and caressing her breasts. Silk groped for her mother's pussy and her fingers slid deep inside. They squished as they fucked the sodden orifice. Wildly, they shared Marc's 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 Marc. She forced her cum slickened tongue into his mouth and pushed him back on the floor. Pulling her mouth away from his she opened hers and let the pool of his cum drip into his mouth. Their three bodies slumped together, wet with perspiration; they were exhausted. Silk, ever insatiable, made a weak attempt to suck Marc's limp, wet cock. Then, finally swooned like a baby, with Marc's cock in her mouth. Feeling the warmth of her mouth suckling gently and the air from her nostrils drying the wetness from my penis, Marc's eyelids became lead. The women, as they put on a show with strap-ons, gave Marc time to rest his aching balls. They kissed, caressed and ate each other to gentler orgasms until Marc was able to get it up (up being a relative term). He fucked each of them missionary style, as they lay side by side with their legs wide open. He would pump inside Dotty three or four times. Then, he would climb over and fuck Silk three or four times. At her request he fucked Dotty until he came inside her pussy. She rolled over, crouched and squatted, emptying her pussy into Silk's mouth. Never having imagined that he would be able to perform so many times in one night, he fucked then again, by this time, in agony. He came in Silk's pussy and she emptied it into her mother's mouth. Dotty, not wanting to exclude Marc, emptied the snowball into his mouth, asking him to pucker his lips on her asshole and squirt the precious commodity inside. The party didn't break up until after 3:00 am. It was all Marc could do to drive back to town. His balls ached so much that he couldn't tell whether they were testicles or sores. When he got back to the motel his underpants were soaked with semen. He had heard of strain before but had never experienced it. No matter what he did for the next couple of days a continuous ooze of semen made it necessary for him to wear depends. He knew he had paid dearly for that night of revelry. But, if presented with the same scenario would do it again in a heartbeat. He finished his job in town by the next Wednesday and flew back home. When he walked in the door he called out, "Honey I'm home." The house was quiet; she must have gone out with friends. Walking to the computer he turned it on and checked his emails. There were 17: three spam, 11 business, 2 personal, and this: "Mac, My daughter and I want to thank you for such a wonderful night of pleasure. 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. Dorothy." He felt a twinge of excitement in his groin?accompanied by a dull ache. Adjusting the mini-pad inside his shorts he realized that he had to change it. Opening his calendar, he checked the dates on his email and entered them into his calendar as a proposed business trip to Las Vegas. Closing his calendar he thought, "I hope my wife doesn't want sex tonight." 2917 1.16/512345