I looked up at Silk who was smiling, her blue eyes glowing with excitement. Then I looked at Dotty. “More than you can handle big boy?” she taunted. I was too overwhelmed to take her words as an insult, but said, “I thought I blew the head off my cock on that one.”
She smiled and replied “Well Marc, I thought you would blow out the back of my throat when you came, but I work well under pressure.” She winked at Silk, who said “Mama, be nice now.” Dotty smiled a 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 teddi 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.
Their moaned as they kissed passionately. I could tell that this might be part of their usual Friday night routine, and got the inkling that Grover and Silk, and Guilford and Dotty had some swinging affairs. Dotty stood straddling my hips, and pulled Silk to a standing position with her hands. Silk was now straddling my head. I felt strange laying on the floor looking up at the business end of these two spectacular women.
They kissing continued. Dotty reached between Silk’s legs and unsnapped the crotch strap of her teddi. I was fascinated that both women had identically cut pubic hair, 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 had been colored to cover gray, her pussy lips were much thicker, the mark of an older woman, her labia were longer and hung down, 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, and evoked a kitten-like purr. And, when Silk’s finger penetrated Dotty, she broke the kiss and sighed “Yes baby.” I discovered there was life after fellatio, as my worm-like penis began to move, filling, rolling over, ironing out the wrinkles. I was aroused by these women, Silk in black lace, and Dotty in red, their crotch straps swaying with their movements, their fingers working in each other’s pussy, now moving, making sensuous futching sounds. Their free arms embraced one another, and their encased breasts mashed together, obliterating my view of their faces. They both moaned and writhed together doing a sensual stationary dance.
