Chapter 6
He didn't really feel like working. He was tired and the paintbrush felt like a baseball bat in his hand. It was still early in the day and he was not too sure that he was really wide awake. He could feel the heavy ache in his balls and he knew that he had spent too much time in Winnie's office, talking to her, looking at her.
She was so damned pretty; the way she dressed always gave him a hard on and she knew it. She wore tight, clinging clothes and her pantyhose always showed off her gorgeous legs, and her blouses and sweaters showed off her glorious tits. She wore miniskirts and micro-mini skirts and just looking at her when she was all dolled up turned him on. Her ash blonde hair hung far down her back and her big gray eyes were always sparkling and the way she smiled when she was sexually excited was enough to arouse a dead man. He knew that most men looked at her with sex hungers in their eyes but she was content with him and her marriage. He wondered what she would think of him if she ever found out what he was doing with Ruthie, He worked alone in a large office from which the furniture had been taken so he could do the work he had been hired to do and he was a bit pleased because he was almost finished with the job. He would pick up a fat check for the work; Winnie said that there would be other jobs from time to time and she would see to it that he did all of the painting. That pleased him in a way.
But, he would be around the house again and Ruthie was always around underfoot and she kept him sucked dry most of the time. Of course, he never did think that that was the fete worse than death, but he often found himself wishing that she was not such a hog when it came to blowing him. Winnie was doing it too, and he had to watch his diet and the vitamins so that he could keep up with the demands being made upon his balls these days.
His mind was getting cluttered up with sex and he found it difficult to think about anything else nowadays. But, that was all right. He enjoyed thinking about Winnie and the way she looked when she took her miniskirt off and the pantyhose. She was gloriously beautiful nude and she knew it. She loved showing off the perfection of her body.
He was on the stepladder, cutting in the ceiling line when Winnie walked into the big empty office. She looked up at him and the big smile on her face should have warned him that she was in a loving, affectionate mood. Her big gray eyes were dancing and she looked to be radiantly happy.
"Come into my office, dear," she said. "I have fixed some coffee for us and we can take a break."
He grinned at her as he began getting down off of the ladder.
"You know," he said, "I think that this is the best job I ever had."
She laughed softly. She reached out to touch his arm.
"You have no idea," she said. "It gets better and better as we go along. Now, come on and have some coffee with me."
They went out of the room being painted and the corridor was paneled and they walked in deep pile carpeting as they moved toward Winnie's private office.
When they went inside the beautiful room that was her main office, she locked the heavy door behind her and he could see the electric percolator-the cause of the coffee aroma steaming on its stand behind her big desk. Her office was remote from the others and with the door locked there was complete privacy.
She walked into his arms and they stood in the middle of her office necking like high school kids. She was kissing with a fine head of steam, her mouth wet and slippery, lips moving and squirming with very real passions. He could feel her slender body trembling and he wondered what had turned her on. She told him without even being asked.
She leaned back, still in his arms, her smile twinkling brightly.
"I got to thinking about how close you were and how it would be so easy to go and get you. That sort of thinking really got me steamed up, I guess."
She took her arms from around his neck and stood on her toes, kissing him, practically licking his mouth, then put her hand down and touched the immense erection in his pants. She shivered; he did, too.
"Come with me," she said, tensely.
She took his hand and she led him to the bathroom that was her own private facility. She unbuckled his workpants and they dropped down and piled up on his shoes. She pushed his shorts down and her hands began fondling his balls and his big cock. She lifted her mouth up and when she kissed him he almost came and she knew how close he was.
"Sit down, darling," she said, "and I'll blow you right away. Then we can take our time, have some fun and not have to worry about you popping off too soon."
She pushed him down onto the toilet and he slid out to the edge of the seat and she kicked off her shoes. A quick motion disposed of her pantyhose and then she was able to kneel and begin kissing and licking his stiffened cock. He knew she liked to spend a lot of time kissing and licking, savoring each drop of his sap that oozed from the tip of his cock all the while she worked on it She didn't tarry this time, instead she slid her mouth over his tingling knob and he began to shiver and squirm as her nimble tongue and clinging cheeks began to make his sexual flesh glow and smart with a sensation that was almost unbearable but intensely pleasant. It was something that she was able to do with her mouth and harsh suction and a delicately handled tongue and she would make him overexcited, too well stimulated to accomplish orgasm and when she brought him to a state that only she knew how to achieve, she could suck great amounts of his sap from him, but she got it in little spurts that were pure ecstasy for him and when she finally allowed him to come, he expelled twice as much of his material as he would have if she did not force him to postpone orgasm until the last possible moment.
She was expert, exceedingly talented, and she had explained to him when they first began going together, that her needs were great and her hungers were varied. She liked sex any way at all, but she reacted most pleasurably to sodomy and when they began learning each other, he was a bit surprised to find that such a pretty and dainty creature could enjoy being fucked up the ass most of all. But, he was glad to accommodate her and when she was able to show him how much he could enjoy being fucked with a dildo, he began to learn and enjoy brand-new and unexpected thrills. Winnie's approach to sex was direct. It was something that she liked and enjoyed.
He sat on the toilet in the bathroom attached to her office, writhing and threshing around in excruciating anguish that finally erupted into an orgasm that shook him to his heels. She could do that to him and when she did let him come finally it felt like an over-swollen boil was bursting with its attendant relief. She knew all about the reactions, she could achieve in him and she did things to him deliberately.
She was a sensuous girl and he could remember the things that they had done when they were first married. Winnie was then, as now, gloriously pretty and there was something virginal and delicate about her looks and she knew that that was something he liked especially in her. She had always yearned to be a playwright and had done a great deal of play writing in amateur groups and when they went off on their honeymoon, she wrote several little dramas that they acted out. Of course, they were sexual in nature and they found they could enjoy acting out her little fantasies if she wrote it down and they did it.
Somehow, the little plays got lost in the shuffle of work and making a home and raising a child and he thought of them now only because the way she was blowing him in her own private office was very much like something out of one of her plays and he seemed to enjoy the whole thing much more than he might have if they were having sex at home.
The way Winnie was squatting showed off her hairless cleft of girl flesh and he found that he was drooling, eager to lick her dewy slit and taste the special sweetness that her glands exuded for him.
She took her mouth off his cock and he could see that she was glassy-eyed with sexual excitements and thrilling surges; he wanted to do something nice for her, too.
"You sit down, honey," he said, "and I'll do you for a while."
She didn't answer him but sat down as soon as he got up and then she opened her legs and thighs so he could see the pale, orange-pink flesh of her little girl cunt; the urge to lick, suck and tease it into multiple spasms of excited spendings was irresistible and he quickly surrendered to it. She began coming in swift, clenching convulsions that seemed to force her nectar from her in quick, abundant spurts and, when he put his palms on her plump, sweetly shaped buttocks, she helped him and she shoved her working, squirming cunt deep into his mouth and she was weeping and moaning in sweet agony, and, knowing her. he was aware that she was having herself a time that was exceptionally nice and decidedly pleasurable.
And that made him feel good. He loved Winnie, deeply, devotedly and with great passion. He loved Ruthie, too, in much the same way and he tried very earnestly to furnish Ruthie with as much joy as he could.
They were very much alike, he knew, and he suspected they were oversexed, but he supposed, too, that he was in very much the same condition. And he was decidedly happy about that. He enjoyed being the way he was.
He could taste the sweetness of Winnie's crotch and the scent of her overactive loins was alive and active in his nostrils and he loved the fragrance of her cunt and she knew it. The smell of her loins always stimulated him to greater efforts and he had worried about the great effect such odors had upon him until he talked with a doctor who firmly believed that cunt should smell like cunt, and after that he was content with himself as he was. Winnie was always glad to oblige him with a sexual area that could be allowed to reek if that was what he wanted.
But she was a dainty, hygienic person by nature who, like so many other women these days, shaved her pubic hair and got rid of the stubble with depilatories. Every night, before she went to bed, Winnie would clean herself and then apply the depilatory creams to her crotch and she was always smooth and child-like in that area of her person.
Her sexual parts were tiny anyway. Ruthie was so tight that he had expected difficulty in getting his big cock into her, but that had not happened, and he had been pleasantly surprised to find that she was very much like her mother once she began copulation. They were both very tight, almost virginal and he supposed that was because they preferred their fucking in their ass-holes. The usual orifice was not really used very much. He wondered what Winnie would say if he were to interrupt his efforts with her now and tell her that he would go home and do the very same things with Ruthie. He did not do it.
Winnie was writhing and moaning in delicious anguish as his nimble tongue flickered and danced all over her sensitive petals and her clit; then she began to shake and he knew that she would want him to glue his wide-opened mouth tightly to her slit while his tongue would tease the opening of her hole and then travel upwards to stimulate the head of her clitoris and he did that and was rewarded with countless little batches of trickling honey and then she stiffened, her thighs almost smothered him for a moment, his tongue flickered fiercely against the tip of her clit with a feather-like touch and then she was bursting and he was feasting upon pure unadulterated girl juice.
Winnie slid forward and they wound up on the floor with her hips across his face, his mouth clinging, draining, and she bent over him so that she could grasp his enormous erection and suck him off with a greed that was animal in its savagery.
It took an hour, at least, for them to cool down and regain their normal sense of calm. It was always that way for them. They could begin a time of sexual fun and as they progressed with their activities and stimulations, their passions became higher and stronger, eventually obliterating reason and brainpower and their extended activities became animal acts.
Winnie would think of new things to do whenever she could and he was sure that she spent much of her time thinking about sex and its pleasures. She loved the taste of the sexual fluids, her own as well as his, and she loved to take his cock out of her cunt while it was dripping with her own juices and then she would lick it dry and suck on it some and then they would resume fucking, her appetite for nectar appeased for the time being.
She would sometimes hold her superb breasts tightly together while he straddled her rib cage and fucked her between her breasts. While he was doing that, her coral-tipped nipples would bristle and harden and stand out like erasers on new pencils and she would want him to come in the slippery nest she would create between her breasts and when he was still panting and gasping from the fury of his orgasm, she would push him away so that she could rub and massage her breasts with the semen he had just expelled. She would use her palms to rub her excited flesh with his juice and while she was doing that he would eat her, and when she was ready for him to do so, he would kiss and lick her wet breasts, thrilling to the exquisite sexuality alive and inherent in what he was doing and while he was busy with her breasts, Winnie would masturbate herself with one hand and hold on to him with the other. When he was close to ejaculation she would want him in her mouth and she would feed upon his cock as contentedly as a child at the female breast.
There was always a touch of the bizarre in the things that Winnie would want him to do and he was always glad to oblige her in any way that she might imagine.
This morning was a case in point. He had been working at the job he had been hired to do and he would have been quite willing to go right on working, but Winnie had other ideas. Her position as boss now permitted her great latitude and if she wanted to invite him into her private office and begin a romp with him, no one would say anything about it, or even know about it.
"You look tired, dear," she said, smiling at him as she sat up on the lush carpeting. "Maybe we overdid it."
"I'm all right," he said, matching her smile. "Let's have some coffee and then I'll get back to work."
She stood up and then she began putting on her pantyhose and her panties and she was talking to him as she did it.
"Have some coffee and go home. Take the rest of the day off and rest up. Tomorrow morning
I'll let you do your work and I won't even come in to see you. Tell the truth, dear, you don't really feel like working any more, do you?"
He shook his head and she laughed at him.
When she had repaired the damages that her makeup had suffered, she sat down behind her desk and she was again the very lovely, very talented business executive and he was amazed by her youthfulness. Her big gray eyes were twinkling at him and her bright smile practically glowed.
They had some coffee and then she sent him home. She suggested that he take a nap and he was going to take her advice. He drove home in the city's traffic and he could tell that he had lost some of his alertness. His session with Winnie had taken a great deal out of him in many ways.
He found Ruthie sitting in the living room and she was watching a western on the TV. She jumped up when he walked in and she listened, with a widening smile, as he explained that he was tired and worn out, probably because he was out of condition and not used to working, so Winnie had sent him home to take a nap.
"Oh, that's so nice," Ruthie said, giggling at him. "You just get into bed and I'll help you get to sleep."
He smiled a bit ruefully. "I'll just bet that you will," he said. But he was not at all displeased. Ruthie would get into bed with him and suck his cock for a long time, at least until he fell asleep. Maybe she would keep right on after that, he never knew, but he was glad to have her fool around if that was what she wanted to do. He loved Ruthie and he was glad that she was such a sweet little hot pants.
She followed him into the bedroom and when he undressed she began handling his parts and he got hard right away. She let him get into bed and then she got into bed with him, with all of her clothes on. She pressed her breasts against his chest while she began kissing him and sucking him and he could smell the perfume that she had drenched herself with and it cloyed in his nostrils. He was glad when she slid down in the bed and began sucking his cock.
She was wild for him and hungry and he had supposed that she would lick and suck his cock and postpone trying to make him pop but it did not work that way at all. She began using her tongue and her sharp little nails against his balls and she was panting with an eagerness to taste him and he simply opened his legs and let her do what she wanted to do. He squirmed like a snake as he felt her sliding her wet fingers into his ass-hole and then she rammed one long finger far inside him and her educated fingertip poked against his prostate and forced his juice to spurt from his balls in big, throbbing jets that she seemed to expect. She was devouring her reward with an avid eagerness that sort of frightened him. She was shaking and quivering and he could feel the warmth in her even though he was not really touching her. She was such a good kid and so eager for life's ecstasies and joys. He would do anything for her. Anything at all.
Ruthie was using her fingers and her sucking mouth to suck every drop from him, while her fingers massaged and squeezed his balls. She had become quite expert, he realized. But, after his initial orgasm and its discharges had appeased her voracious frenzy, she continued sucking him, but she was gentler and her efforts set up a state of extreme bliss in him and he slowly relaxed and then he sort of drifted on a tide of exquisite bliss for a long time. He could sense that he was drifting toward a very special and wondrous place and he yearned to reach his destination as quickly as possible.
He did it.
He fell sound asleep.
It was very cold and he could feel the goose-flesh on his skin and he could not imagine why he should be so cold. It seemed to him that he had been in a warm and pleasurable cocoon and then he had tumbled from its warmth and a cold chill was all over his skin and he was freezing.
He opened his eyes and saw Winnie, dressed as she had been when he left her. She was gazing down at his crotch and she could see that Ruthie still had his cock in her mouth and she was fast asleep. Winnie had pulled the covers from the bed and now she was standing beside the bed, a numb, despairing look on her face, and she looked like she was going to be sick.
Ruthie moved her jaws and she sucked hard for a moment or two and then she slipped back into dreamland again. His cock was soft in her mouth but that never bothered Ruthie. She always said that she could make him hard anytime that she wanted him that way and she was constantly proving her point.
He sat up and faced Winnie and he didn't know what to say to her. She didn't seem to know what to say to him, either. She shook her head and then she turned away and walked out of the room. He reached for his cigarettes and got one lit. He sucked some smoke into his lungs and then he was wide awake, alert and actually conscious of the fact that Winnie had walked in on him and Ruthie when she was sucking his cock. He shivered and his cock fell out of Ruthie's mouth. She opened her eyes and sat up then, too. She gave him a bright, cheerful smile and she plucked the cigarette from his hand while she took several puffs on it.
She got up onto her knees and then she was kissing him on the mouth and her little tongue was alive and active and he began to get an erection immediately. He wondered, then if he was some kind of an animal.
"Your mother walked in and found us," he said.
Ruthie backed away from him and the startled look in her eyes shook him up a bit. And then she laughed and she kissed him again. She was not at all distressed or dismayed any more.
"I'm glad," she said. "Let's go see what she's got to say. Where did she go?"
"I don't know. She didn't say anything. She just stood there looking at you and what you were doing and then she shook her head kind of sad like and then she went out of the room. She didn't say a word."
"Well, let's go find her," Ruthie said.
He got out of the bed and he envied Ruthie's bouncy insouciance and utter indifference to Winnie's feelings. He put his robe on and watched Ruthie brush her long, blonde hair into some semblance of order. Then she took his hand and they walked out into the living room. They could see then that Winnie was sitting at the kitchen table. She had a woebegone look on her face and she was slumped in her chair, smoking a cigarette. She did not look up when Ruthie and Herb slid into their usual seats at the table. Ruthie reached out and touched Winnie's hand where it rested on the table.
"I'm glad that you found out, Winnie," Ruthie said. "I have been hoping that you would find out, one way or another."
Winnie lifted her head and she stared at Ruthie, her face solemn, her eyes filled with a sick look.
"Ruthie," Winnie said, slowly, "you are evil. You are sick. Actually sick. You should be put away. And your father is just as bad."
"Sure is," Ruthie said, smiling. "Now, do you want to run off and leave us or would you rather join us and have fun, too?"
Winnie gazed at Ruthie in a way that suggested she was certain that her young and lovely daughter was demented.
Herb was watching Winnie closely and he was sure that she was not nearly so angry as she pretended to be. She was shocked, perhaps, and a bit astonished, but he could see that the look in her eyes had changed and she was gazing into Ruthie's face with very evident interest.
"Herb and I have been having lots of fun, dear," Ruthie said. "But, I have been wishing that you could join us too. You are so beautiful and so young and impossibly lovely to be a mother of anybody. And I know that you are a real hot pants, just like me. Why can't we all have fun together?"
Winnie turned her head so that she could look at Herb and she was almost smiling. She reached out and patted the back of his hand with a gentle touch.
"Poor baby," she said. "You have been rather busy, haven't you."
"I'm glad that you found out," he said.
"You want me to join you, too, is that it?"
"Winnie, dear," he said, "we are all of us hot-pants. You told Ruthie that she is sick, but she isn't any worse than you and I. She is just filled with lots of sexual urges and she is a healthy, lovely youngster. She is doing her best to cope with the pressures that her loins and glands are forcing upon her."
Winnie did smile then. She patted Herb's hand again.
"You have been helping her with her sex urges, is that it, dear?" Winnie asked.
He nodded.
Ruthie said, "We have been helping each other."
Winnie sucked on her cigarette and sat back in her chair and Herb could see that she wasn't angry, just a bit amazed and he could see that she was giving the whole matter some very serious thought.
Ruthie said, "I love you so much, Winnie, dear. And, I have to admit that you give me the hots so bad sometimes I can't get to sleep when I go to bed."
Winnie turned to stare, wide-eyed at Ruthie.
"Oh?" she said, softly. "You like the les bit, too. I had no idea that you were so far advanced as you seem to be."
Ruthie stared at Winnie and Herb could see that they were communicating in an age old way and he could see too that Winnie had already made up her mind as to what she wanted to do. .
She tilted her head to one side and smiled as she looked at him and then at Ruthie. Ruthie rushed into Winnie's arms and hugged her and then they kissed and he could see the passion and the blazing hungers in their kiss. He knew that Winnie loved making love to another girl, one that she liked, because they had made several visits to a sex group that had been in their old neighborhood and Winnie had wound up with several of the girls and she had told him, astonished, that she had been able to enjoy a sixty-nine with the girls in a way that was quite different from anything else. It had been thrilling and utterly rewarding but she still didn't want to give up sex with him, too, and she was very much upset until he explained to her about the bisexuals, those people who could have sex with either sex and enjoy it completely and without stint.
After that, Winnie was able to involve herself with the girls in the club and not feel any shame or embarrassment at all. Now, apparently, she would be an ardent and eager participant in their sexual romps.
Winnie smiled at him as she pushed Ruthie away for a moment so that she could talk.
"I'm glad, in a way," she said. "Ruthie is so pretty and you know the way I have been hungering after her sweet young flesh. I'm sure that I am awful."
"Oh, no, Winnie," Ruthie said. "You are adorable."
He went to them and he put one arm around Ruthie's shoulders and the other around Winnie's shoulders and hugged them. Winnie turned so that she could lift her mouth and kiss him. Then Ruthie kissed him, too, and they both laughed at his pleased expression.
"Well," Winnie said, "Let's go to the bedroom so that I can do something about things."
She led the way to her own bedroom and they went along with her. The bed was already mussed up because Ruthie and Herb had been sleeping in it when Winnie arrived at home and one of the first things that she did was straighten the bed out. She didn't put the covers back on, instead she let them fold over onto the floor at the end of the bed and the broad white expanse of white sheet turned Herb on.
He grabbed Winnie as she moved near him and then she was in his arms and they were necking madly and she was shivering and gasping for breath. Ruthie was smiling at them and she moved close so that she could shove her face close and kiss both of. them. She managed to kiss the corner of Winnie's mouth and his, too, and then Ruthie was sliding her hands up under Winnie's dress and she began removing the pantyhose and Winnie was letting her do it and she reacted by shaking a lot more and he could see that she loved what Ruthie was doing and she loved being held and kissed, too. Ruthie got Winnie's panties off and could feel the sharp reaction in Winnie's slim body as she felt Ruthie's hands on her bare thighs.
"Get on the bed," Ruthie said. "Then you can neck her while I go down on her and she should have a lovely time. I've been dying to get at her for so long I just can't wait."
Herb pulled Winnie down on top of the bed with him and he knew that he had never seen her as hot and concupiscent as she was right then. She was kissing him while he laid on her chest and patted her silky white hair while his mouth clung to hers and their tongues moved in and out with remarkable speed.
She began to whimper and moan and he could see that Ruthie was on her knees between Winnie's pale white thighs and she was touching the pale, orange-tinted flesh and Winnie was beginning to twist and squirm and writhe, caught up in a time of exceptional sexual splendors.
"Oh, oh, oh," she murmured, and her head was twisting from side to side as a brand-new anguish thrilled her and brought her to the threshold of a new ecstasy. He knew that Ruthie had begun tasting her mother's cunny honey and she was beginning her expert efforts with tongue and clinging mouth and Winnie was having one orgasm after another and she was flooding Ruthie's tongue with a steady flow of her sweetness and he could see that Ruthie was feasting candidly and he could see the tremors and shakes in her own body as Ruthie used her tongue and her hands and her mouth to bring Winnie great pleasures.
Winnie began to thresh around like a wild animal trying to escape a horrible fate, but he could see that she was experiencing a brand-new type of pleasure and he could see that Ruthie had her face close to the sheets and Winnie had her bottom hiked up rather high and he could tell that Ruthie had her tongue in Winnie's ass-hole and he wanted to help Winnie experience the very utmost in sexual joy. He put his hand down between her legs and he began using his fingers to heighten the pleasures that she was enjoying. He teased her clit with his finger and touched it in a way that was stimulating and his finger curled and slid into her cunt with each downward thrust and every little once in a while he could feel the wetness of Ruthie's tongue touching his finger as she used her tongue to rim Winnie's most sensitive hole. He could feel the way Winnie was bouncing around and he felt her hand on his cock and she broke loose from his grasp and he realized that the two females did not really need him then.
He got off the bed and he stood for a time, watching, as Winnie moved around in the bed, and went right for Ruthie's crotch. Neither of them had much of a grasp on reason, their glands and nerves and yearnings had captivated them and they were lost to him, adrift upon a sea of voluptuous thrills and impossible pleasures. Winnie lifted Ruthie's skirt and then she was face to face with the bald pubis and the sweet little cleft of bewitching girl flesh and he shivered as he watched Winnie begin to lick and suck at Ruthie's sloppy little cunt. They became animals then, feasting upon each other and they managed to fall into a wild sixty-nine that seemed to please both of them. Ruthie was on top of Winnie and the sight of her dreamy, white buttocks was too bewitching to ignore. He got onto the bed with the two women and he mounted Ruthie and when she felt the tip of his cock touching her ass-hole, she seemed to open her buttocks and her puckered little hole to welcome him.
Winnie grasped his cock as she tongued Ruthie's tight little slot and as he began to push himself into Ruthie's tight little ass-hole, Winnie shoved his cock upwards so that it moved into Ruthie's cunt. He was too excited to know or care and he began fucking Ruthie fiercely and Winnie was tonguing her clit and then he was bursting within her and Winnie was pressing his balls, trying to force as much from him as possible. He could hear the loud, screeching sounds that Ruthie was making as he pumped his juice into her cunt, and then he was pulling himself out and Winnie was licking his cock, using her tongue and lips to secure every drop of honey from him. She licked his cock clean as he pulled out of Ruthie's tight little well. It was still clenching and unclenching, still involved with a massive orgasm and when Winnie finished licking his cock, she turned her attentions to Ruthie's loaded cunt. He was still hard, still in need of attention and he was able to feel a brand-new thrill as he eased his stiff cock into Ruthie's ass-hole. She reacted to his entry in her typical way. She began doing bumps and grinds with her hips and she had no awareness of what she was doing, he was sure. He began sliding his cock in and out and after a while it began to get very good for him and then he was coming in her rectum and she knew it and she was squealing like a stuck pig and Winnie was squirming and writhing in sweet torments of her own. Winnie was bursting her nuts all over the place and he was glad. It had been a simple idea to persuade Winnie to be involved in the family sex life but now it was reality and Winnie brought an enthusiasm to her participation that was really great.
He sat on the bed watching the two girls as they tried to devour each other and he could see Ruthie's buttocks and sexual meat quivering and twitching and working frenziedly as one orgasm after another rippled throughout her crotch and her glands worked at peak performance. She was having a very wonderful time and Winnie was, too. He sat and watched them as they worked with fury and frenzy and their bodies thrilled and exploded again and again.
Winnie and Ruthie moved and shifted in an odd way and then Winnie was on top and her buttocks were spread wide and he could see that Ruthie had her fingers in Winnie's ass-hole while her tongue and mouth were feasting upon a flowing cunt and he shivered as he realized that he would have both females on his hands from then on. And they were greedy females, eager to drain a man in any way but he loved them both and he was glad that things had worked out the way they were going.
He never did know which one of the girls finally called it quits but they sat up after a while and then they wanted a cigarette and then Winnie wanted to get out of her clothes and Ruthie did, too, and he was very much impressed by the beauty of each. Ruthie was a blonde but her nipples and her sexual flesh was a deep shade of pink while Winnie's was a different color entirely. Probably because of her light complexion and ash blonde hair, her glands and organs were a different hue. Her nipples seemed almost translucent, a pale orange-tinted shade of coral, and her thin little petals between her legs were the same shade. Her breasts were snowy white, firm and bullet-shaped and they were full and especially sensitive. He knew that she could manage an exquisite orgasm if he would lick and suck her breasts and then bite a nipple harshly when the moment of ecstasy arrived for her. He would often do that for her and now that they were going to have lots of fun and games he supposed that Ruthie would quickly learn about Winnie and all of her little quirks and foibles.
She loved to tease him and then do horrid things to him, and kiss him and Jove him while he was still recovering from the mean things that she did to him. She would suck him for hours and keep him close to the brink of orgasm and then deny him the relief of coming by simply taking her mouth off of his inflamed cock and she would put his hands on her plump breasts and kiss his mouth sweetly and wetly and turn him into a seething, fulminating animal until his passions subsided in his loins, then she would resume sucking his cock and playing with his balls and she told him that she liked nursing on him for hours, sucking what seemed to be gallons of his juices from his loins, then she would inevitably go too far, her tongue would stimulate to the point of no return and then he would come and it would seem that his loins were on fire and his whole crotch would seethe and squirm in a weird, pleasurable agony and she would swallow for a long time and he would keep on pumping out his sap until he was sure that his whole body was going to erupt and spill out of his cock.
When she was finally finished with her feast, she would pet him and kiss him and she would be exceptionally ardent and sweet and then she would use her tongue and her mouth to arouse him anew and when his cock was hard, she would sit in his lap and his cock would be deep inside her cunt but that was only the beginning because she would move around on his bare thighs and her bottom would climb up off of him and then she would sit right down again and his cock would be buried in her ass. She told him that that was the greatest ecstasy of all for her and her whole interior felt like thousands of little worms were crawling around everywhere and tickling her everywhere and when she experienced orgasm from that sort of stimulation, she would really spill for a long time and the thrills of such climaxes would often drive her into a state where she was virtually catatonic.
She was a beautiful courtesan, a lovely and ardent lover, a marvelous sex partner and one of the most talented cocksuckers he had ever encountered. She was simply wonderful and he was a very lucky man to have her for his own.
He watched Ruthie as she slid her bare body against Winnie's and the two of them slithered against each other like passionate reptiles. And he was glad that they could do so much for each other.
Winnie was a passionate, unbridled hedonist.
And, her daughter was just like her.
He was glad that he would have both of them.