Part 04.2
The door opened and we spilled into the hallway, our wet feet padding down the carpeted floor to room 417. Bob swiped his room key and with a flick of the lights we were in the room.
Inside, Eunice drew the blinds shut and then scowled at the two twin beds. They were in the wrong place.
"Bill," she said, "these queens are side by side. Can you help my hubby move them around? Bob knows just how we like 'things' to be for get-togethers like this,"
Bob snapped his fingers at his wife's suggestion (looking like he'd just remembered something painfully obvious). He then motioned for me to grab a side of one of the queens and together, we moved it halfway across the room. We then had to slide a dresser out of the way before we'd finished by moving the bed around one hundred and eighty degrees so that its headboard was now against the opposite wall.
The maid service was going to LOVE us, I could tell!
Anyhow, now both beds had a mirror-image view of the other at the opposite ends of the suite. We dropped robes to the floor and Eunice pulled me to her bed while as if on cue, Brooklyn and Britt led Bob onto his. The games had begun!
Eunice started with me back against the bed's headboard and pillows as she lay down between my legs, giving me a nice sloppy blowjob. I filled my hands with her short salt and pepper grey hair as her head bobbed up and down on my boner. From time to time she would give my cock little gentle rakes with her teeth... a little added special touch that both sent me straight to Heaven, (and at the same time told me this was anything her first rodeo). She was "skilled."
Every now and then Eunice would look into the mirror she'd placed on a night stand next to us. She'd propped it up apparently so she might watch her husband. I peered over her naughty bobbing noggin to see just what she was gawking at.
From my vantage point I could see Bob lying back against his own set of pillows receiving a wonderfully loud messy blowjob from Brooklyn, (into whose hair he'd snarled his fingers) He was vigorously forcing her head up and down on his member one handed and his nose and lips were a domineering snarl. He'd clearly picked up on the fact that Brooklyn liked being man handled by older fellahs.
Down below, Brittni was sprawled between his legs, sucking his balls, taking first one in her mouth and then the other as her naughty pixie fingers tweaked and tugged the old guys's nipples. Britt's legs were parted wide, taking Brooklyn's mommy-fist in a rough five-fingered knuckle-fuck of the young pixies's Tinker-Bell twat, (and all for Bob's entertainment)!
Now and again Bob would look across the room directly at Eunice and me before he's turn his gaze to stare directly into the mirror. It was then it clicked for me... they weren't merely watching one another cheat... they were periodically making eye contact (as was evident with Eunice's sly winks into the mirror and his winks shot back to her). It was pervy marital energy flow at its best going on here and it was obvious it was part of their particular "thing."
Another thing that struck me almost in the same instance was the realization that the pace of the two blowjobs MATCHED... stroke for stroke even! Eunice was observing the rhythm at which Bob was being sucked off and she'd immediately adjust her cocksucking to match that of Brooklyn's, all for the voyeuristic enjoyment of her hubby. In this way, Bob would experience the nice sloppy head his wife provided whatever strange man happened to be across the room, (who this time just happened to be myself).
I wondered just how many times these two people (who'd been married for forty years and had raised two sons and two daughters on a farm near French Lick Indiana), had played this out scene, (and in how many locations). It was quite a few I imagine. Another clue came upon seeing Eunice wink at her husband in the mirror and Bob across the room returned her wink with a strange nod of his head... the connection between the two of them being maintained like a radio datalink between paired communications satellites far out in space. The frequency of the slurpy sucks were their "beepity... beep...beep... beep radio code," in that sense.
All the while Eunice had been sucking me, she'd had her hand down between her parted legs, flipping her bean silly, (ostensibly for the viewing pleasure of everyone across the room). Now she'd given herself as much stimulation as she could self-inflict and she turned up her face from my cock to suggest we sixty-nine. I told her I was up for it and without another word, she spun herself around, throwing a leg over my face.
With my head propped up high against the pillows, I realized I immediately had both immediate access to her crotch plus a continued view of the three B's (Bob, Brooklyn, and Brittni), through the cleft in Eunice's behind as I parted the cheeks of her ass with both hands. I began to feast on her twat as she resumed gorging upon my gonads while fondling my balls lovingly with little cups and squeezes, (as if checking them for ripeness at a farmer's market).
I now had a lovely view of her sixty-something nether region... up close and personal with her ass, taint, and twat. As twats go... it nothing short of lovely. It had that pale Midwestern flesh surrounding it... slightly wrinkled perhaps, but flesh that was still sturdy all the same. It was flesh attached to sinew and bone which had seen a great deal of no nonsense hard work in its time; all surrounding by a blossom of pink puss pie that had sent four healthy babies into the world years before... babies that had given Bob and Eunice twelve grandkids. It was a twat-hole that had been pounded by a loving husband and countless swinging lovers over the years. With its sagging purple meat-curtains framing a throbbing hooded cherrystone of a clit, it was worthy of solemn respect. I mooshed my face into that marvelously horny pink swamp of seasoned pussy, thankful for what I was about to receive!
Eunice let out a great cry and involuntarily sawed hips against me; trying to get that pulsing clitoral peanut of hers between my lips as best she could for a good hard face fucking. I obliged her and began sucking her hard as she sucked me, my fingers stroking into the depths of that funky fuchsia fuck-box of hers, hooking them around inside her and press against her g-spot. Every now and again I brought my lips 'n tongue to the vaginal opening itself, sampling her puss nectar with all its heady scents and notes.
At some point my eyes fell upon her asshole, nearly smack dab in front of me. Being the ass man I am, I was happily awestruck. The female anus (as I may have mentioned before), is a fascinating structure for me on any given day. Hers was no exception... in fact if anything, this puckered mud-button was particularly captivating.
Is it possible I wonder, for a woman's asshole to be spellbinding like a book? I mean ... for me this one certainly was, (as I was not as tempted to view it as much as read it). This pink and purple stinky-ring had that sort of lovely irregular "girl's hair-scrunchy" look that could only mean one thing - butt sex, (and lots of it). It was abundantly clear for me that her rectum to its credit had taken its fair share of wrecking over time by all appearances.
I'd seen this sort of raggedy shell-shocked butt-crater before... but mostly in pornos, (where a woman gets her ass pounded for sport and averages no less than four or five sodomising cocks in a single video encounter). It was a lovely rosebud-bulge of irregularity... more like a hemorrhoidal barnacle than a butthole. I was intrigued to put it politely and decided the matter required further "in depth" scrutiny.
With my free hand I set about exploring the raggedy ridges of her backdoor volcano, tracing fingertips lightly against the rim in a bit of butthole Braille, something that forced Eunice exhale heavily through her nostrils as she suck... suck... sucked upon me). She rotated her hips and pushed herself against my hand. She was more than game.
Circling and swirling my finger several times, I felt her butt-blossom finally yield to my touch. I pushed the digit inside, plunging deep into the wonderfully warm nastiness beyond in an effort to make itself at home as I resumed sucking her clit. Eunice whined through her nose, neither protesting nor ceasing her fellatio... only maintaining that marvelous suck suck sucking suckity suck of me, (which was now bringing me close to spewing).
Across the room Bob's eyes were still locked on those of his wife's. By the looks of things, he was feeling the exquisite "burn" of jealousy seeing her with me. It was feeding his energy and in turn his enjoyment of the two girls seemed to be having a similar effect on Eunice. Now and again he shot a wink to his wife... as Brooklyn deep-throated him and Britt huffed his balls in her mouth like two hairy dumplings.
Brooklyn pulled off his cock for a moment to rest her, a line of saliva going from her lower lip to the tip of Bob's cock. He had eight inches. My six incher could not compare to his wedding tackle as far as length went but that didn't matter to me. I had the benefit of my youth relative to his, (and the Golden Nugget pill which was still fueling my perpetually stiff pecker). On top of all that, those two women sucking him off at the moment were going back to my room at the end of the evening. Advantage me.
Brittni sensed Brook needed to be spelled so she whipped Bob's granddaddy dong into her own pouty pucker and commenced blowing him as Brook dove below to tongue his nuts. This went on for a minute or so until Brook and Britt switched out again with Brook ramming Bob's cock against her tonsils while Britt rolled the old fellah's balls around in her warm ravenous little wet mouth. I could see Bob was enjoying himself supremely the way he was twitching his head slightly to one side, (with his eyes all squinty like he'd uncontrollable shivers). I couldn't blame him; Brooklyn's cocksucking being as good as it is, its no damned wonder. Britt's no slouch either in the oral department and speaking as somebody whose balls had been in her cheeks, I can tell you, Bob's nuts were in good hands... well good lips anyhow!
I returned my attention up once more to Eunice's bottom, this time removing my finger and wrapping lips around that freaky backdoor ring of hers. I rimmed her... rimmed her good in fact. Propped up on the pillows the way I was, I had her bent up at an unusual angle; her knees partially supporting her in an ass-high head-low sort of position, allowing me to eat her ass with reckless abandon. All the while my fingers danced upon her clit and I took particular delight at how her moans were now sounding more 'n more desperate and heartfelt as they passed out her nose.
She was juicing like a leaky canoe by now against my hand. I soooooo wanted to cum and I knew she was not far off either. I munched her tushy for a few more seconds before diving back down to focus on her pussy.
I now was gobbling her quim like a ripe mango; devil may care in my own gyno-gluttony and nearly oblivious to the fact that her moans were now almost sobs. Sucking that clit of hers hard... my fingers becoming a buzzing bumble-bee blur inside her on her juice-button. It didn't take long at all.
She bucked and humped and began to spray, shrieking and gagging on my cock as I spewed hot loads ball-chowder into her gulper. I whipped my hand from her snatch and finger buggered her anus while pressing my lips to her pee-hole. She splattered steamy girlie broth against my lips and snout while I did my best to catch it all. I'd like to think I gobbled and swallowed more than ran down my chin and neck, but it was like trying to catch a drink from a hot fire hose. The sounds and sensations of her chugging down my hot loads told me she'd met with far better success at making "all gone."
It was all too much for Bob. He'd now been holding out best he could, (being blown for several minutes by Brook and Britt). Now however, he'd seen his wife's shuddering orgasm across the room, (plus the spectacle of her swallowing my nut-sauce). It simply did it for him.
He growled like a bear waking up after a long winter's sleep; grabbing Brooklyn by her mane and sawing himself back and forth in her cocksucker. Executing a brutal skull fuck of the young woman's mouth, his eyes settled across the room onto Eunice's. She nodded back to her husband as if telling him it was ok. It didn't matter, he was already at the point of no return and with that he howled and gasped... filling Brooklyn's mouth with a gushing grandpa geyser of vintage spunk.
Brittni rose from Bob's nutsack and pulled the sperm-spouting senior sausage from Brooks lips; popping it into her own mouth as the old Indiana farmer fed her the last few jets of jism. Britt swallowed and then wrapped lips with Brook around either side of the slackening dong, cleaning up Bob's last slimy senior spendings. The two met at the cocktip, kissing and passing salty snowballs back 'n forth until both gulped with a happy girlie-giggle.
Bob fell back against the pillows with a satisfied look like he'd just pulled in a successful harvest. Brook and Britt lay to either side of him with their heads upon his shoulders; their hands traveling up and down his wilting manhood, fingers roaming here and there in happy nymph caresses.
Eunice spun around and laid across me, giving me a deep kiss of gratitude. She commented how it had been "a good strong leg shaker" I'd given her. In an expression of surprise, her eyes went wide as she looked down at my manhood, still angry as ever.
"Still stiff?" she commented, (not knowing what to make of it).
"I have an affliction," I commented, "that's a little out of the ordinary,"
"Well honey," she said rubbing a hand up and down my veininess, "such problems can be turned into an advantage by the right lady!"
She mounted me and "dug in her spurs"; galloping atop me in a spirited cowgirl fuck atop me and dangling a pair of matronly bosoms in my face. I did what came naturally for me; taking those gumdrop nipples of hers in my mouth for a good strong chewy-sucking, while I poke - poke - poked my stiffy up inside her slick pussy-pit for all I was worth.
Bob and the girls observed the whole "ride'em cowgirl" business from across the room. In a few minutes' masturbatory voyeurism, Brooklyn and Britt had restored him to more or less penetrative hardness with a vigorous tag-team ball-juggling willie-wanking handjob. Brittni whispered something in his ear and he smiled sweetly at her and nodded. He was ready.
Britt said something inaudible to Brook. The Filipina MILF nodded her pretty little head in reply, subsequently mounted Bob's face. Britt then tossed a leg over the old guy's lap, taking that shaft of his up inside her cunt, sliding down it ever so slowly until Bob was wedged balls deep up inside her delightful little pixie twat. The threesome began to hump and grind. After that I lost track of their fun as I was engaged in with fun of my own underneath Eunice.
The hotter than Hell GILF and I fucked for several minutes. There was no rushing, no hurry; we were simply enjoying every stroke of that cowgirl cunt slam; every suckling nibble of her titty-nubs, every pause to kiss lips chins, shoulders and necks. Despite it being a well-traveled pussy, things were remarkably tight inside that seasoned senior-citizen 'penis fly-trap' of hers. To my happy surprise, I also discovered she was a marvelously good kisser. It supported a point I'd long held stock in; age definitely has its advantages.
We eventually both came again; Eunice with a sweet shudder atop my dong, and me finally sending a happy spout of creamy nut butter up inside her baby-factory. We then lay stroking one another in a lovely snuggle, turning our attention to the other bed. They'd observed our fun for a while, now it was time to watch theirs.
Bob was eagerly gobbling Brooklyn's twat blossom from below, reducing the exotic island hottie to happily hysterical state of affairs as Brittni bounced on the grandad's driving shaft. The whole time Brittni held her "mommy figure" MILF for dear life in a torrid embrace, sucking Brooklyn's titties and smashing lips in passionate lesbo tongue kisses. It wasn't long before Brooklyn, Bob, and Britt raged and howled in a colossal three-way climax as Eunice and I happily applauded.
Sane people by now would have called it a night; not this bunch however, no sir. Maybe it was something in the air, maybe it was the fact that we realized we were only going to be on this earth for so long and wanted to go for every last ounce of sexual gusto we could grab. Hey, who knew? We were determined to keep this wonderfully kinky thing going, despite the fact that at least two of us were risking any number of medical problems by continuing this wanton fuckery. I wasn't too concerned, however. I figured if an old geezer like Bob could keep going, knocking these ladies in their spunk receptacles- so would I, (although with that last cum-plastering of Brittni's pretty pink puss, he'd wheezed like he'd been punched in the chest or something).
We stopped and took ten. People needed to get up to pee and grab glasses of water. Eunice even fielded a phone call from her kids back in French Lick, Indiana, (looking across the room at me with my plastic cup of water and commenting with a wink that the people out here in San Diego were unusually friendly). She also mentioned how everyone had been so nice to her and Bob, (making them feel so relaxed and comfortable). I looked about the room and saw everyone's bollicky-bare-assed sex-soaked state of affairs and suppressed a laugh. We were comfortable alright!
Once we resumed things (and got down to our sweaty naked business), Brooklyn expressed a desire to be spit-roasted. As Brittni and Eunice engaged in a wonderfully nasty sixty-nine on the bed next to us, Bob and I fucked Brook, (starting with her on all fours as Bob pounded her pussy doggy-style and Brook deep-throated my cock). We kept flipping Brook around; moving her on her back with her legs up high for me to fuck down into her puss-hole on the bed's edge as she blew Bob in a sloppy tonsil fuck, then we flipped her around again, (this time with her hiney high in the air for Bob to spear her anus with his pork sword while I fucked her face. We just kept flipping the gorgeous Filipina this way and that until she screamed through her sinuses, her mouth full of my cock-spoutings from yet another of my snarling orgasms as Bob grunted and filled her butthole with a load of gonad gravy. As if on cue next to us, Eunice came on Britt's face as the young nymph beneath her shuddered and mashed the short-haired grandma's face to her quaking quim.
Bob and I helped ourselves to some beers in the hotel room fridge. Back on the bed Brooklyn, Britt, and Eunice now engaged in a slow passionate three-way lesbian daisy chain. It was something beautiful to behold. The women lay on their sides with legs open, forming a tight nasty triangle of Sapphic tongues; each lady munching and feasting on the twat taco in front of her. Bob and I surveyed muff-diving mayhem while enjoying our beers until he turned to me, raising his bottle in a toast. We clinked our bottles together as he said,
"Quite a show, huh Bill?"
"It is," I agreed.
"Listen," he offered, "if you or either of these two girls ever get out our way to French Lick... stop by the farm. Its just me and Eunice now at the house and being empty nesters... we have plenty of beds for people to stay,"
"Sounds too good to pass up," I replied.
"Of course," he added, "now that all pretenses are down, I suspect only one bed in that whole house will get used! Any time you wanna fuck my wife... be my guest. Of course, I hope you'll allow me to sample any ladies you bring along with you?"
"I'm sure," I said surveying the lovely feminine forms fornicating franticly before us, "that neither o' these two ladies would have a problem with that... or any gal I should bring with me!"
We clinked our bottles together again. The deal was set. We had a gentleman's agreement, allowing the other shag any females brought to such a gathering.
"I hope tonight," I added, "that I get to fuck your Eunice in the ass. She's got a rear-end that is absolutely stunning."
"I was thinking," Bob nodded watching the three women pigging out on those three pussies, "that I really still wanted to split Brittni up that tiny little tushy of hers!"
"Well then," I said clinking my beer against his for a third time, " are we ready to jump in and mix this up?"
"Wait a minute," Bob advised, "I still need to recharge my batteries. Not as young as the rest of you folks!"
"Fair enough," I said as we turned back and watched the fun.
The girls soon broke apart the daisy chain and took on a new position, both Brooklyn and Britt saying they wanted the benefit of fucking Eunice. Britt and Eunice repositioned in the center of the bed; seated upright with their legs apart, coming together in a woman-to-woman embrace with legs bent and parted for some cunt-to-cunt scissor play.
Brooklyn not to be left out of the fun, hopped up onto the mattress of the king-sized bed and stood over the two with her legs parted and her hands spreading her ass cheeks like a towering nude female colossus. Brook was actually straddling the two seated hoo-hoo humping women; allowing Britt to nuzzle and suck at her clit best she could, (all while Eunice craned her head this way and that to rim and lick the last bits of Bob's semen from Brooklyn's battered butthole). Britt and Eunice kept rubbing snatches until the older woman let out a groan and the younger woman made a squeaky cry of happy release.
Brooklyn commented that it was her turn to bang Eunice and she promptly swapped out with Brittni. Now for several minutes, the freaky as fuck Filipina and the more than mature Midwestern mama smashed their GILF-muffins together in what I would have to call a 'savage girlie gonad grind.' Up-top and between them stood Brittni; her ass and puss taking a rude simultaneous tongue fuck from the other two as she tossed her head from side to side, that hair of hers flipping like a dishwater blonde freak-flag that was flying proud!
The energy in the room was now a heady boiling stew of perversion and debauchery and as Brook and Eunice brought each other off in wonderfully nasty cunt bumping climaxes, Bob and I clinked our bottles one more time and downed the last of our beers. We were coming into the home stretch of this thing and Bob mentioned he was ready to jump back into it. Me with my 'condition,' happened to be painfully ready.
Eunice flipped over on her back while Bob and I hopped up on the bed. Bob fed his cock into his wife's mouth from one side while I rode her pussy in the missionary position until Britt indicated she was not at all done with the group sex fun, (wanting in on the action). I yanked my cock from Eunice's snatch-hole and she stopped sucking her husband as Britt mounted her in a sixty-nine straddle.
Seeing the two ladies munching before him, Bob realized he had an opportunity presenting itself with both cheeks bared. He seized-up his eight-inch farm implement and guided the mushroom tip to Brittni's pink anal-pucker. Ignoring Britt's whimper, he pushed his cock straight-on into her, wedging himself deep into her naughty rear compost pit!
Britt had Eunice's legs raised high as she worked the older woman's bean in her lips and fingered the GILF's snatch-hole. I saw opportunity too and brought the tip of my cock to Eunice's craggy backdoor; marveling at just how much her anus resembled a knot on a tree-trunk. It truly looked at that moment like something you'd expect to see on a label of Angry Orchard Cider. I wasn't complaining however as I slid inside her. It was lovely seasoned rectum I proceeded to wreck, and wreck it good and proper I did!
Bob and I kept sawing back and forth into the keisters of the two pussy-scarfing women as Brooklyn watched for a few minutes. Every now and again she'd tweak the old guy's nipples and stick her tongue in his ear while whispering shit to him, completely inaudible to me but I could see from Bob's expression and how his hips sawed back and forth; it had to be some nasty stuff. Brooklyn was egging him on and the result was Brittni was getting her corn-hole absolutely HAMMERED, (not that she minded in the least). Brooklyn kept stirring the pot until with a kiss, she suggested to Bob and me that she needed a "bit of stirring" as well!
She stepped up high onto the bed and stood legs apart; straddling both sixty-nining ladies while standing between Bob and myself. She knelt slightly and gave me a kiss. As kissers go, Brooklyn is simply stupendous and I savored the tenderness of her smooch. It was a sweet kiss, a lovely kiss... one laden with passion. It wasn't until Brooklyn's head bounced forward and bumped into mine that I realized something quite less sweet and lovely but no less passionate was going on behind her. Bob it turns out, had sunk a fist inside Brooklyn, and was reaming her out like she was a stopped up drain!
The old guy had Brooklyn on his hand like she was the cookie monster, her cunt wrapped around his fist in a pink vaginal squeeze. He kept plunging his arm back and forth with wicked regularity as Brooklyn's face became etched with tortured joy. Soon I could hear squishing sounds coming from the other side of Brooklyn's rump as Bob brought her off in torrential g-spot tsunami of an orgasm! Brook pulled my face up to hers with both hands as she screamed hard into my lips; her quim piddling down upon the two Sapphic sixty-niners below. She wasn't done however... oh not Brook... oh hell fucking no, she wanted more of the same.
Brook spun around, presenting me with a freshly fisted pussy as she threw arms about Bob's neck. She ran fingers through his silver hair and proceeded to kiss him like he'd either won Powerball (or he'd at the very least had the winning numbers somewhere inside his dental work and she was determined to find them). I made a cone of my fist and slowly eased my hand up inside the entrance to Brook's gyno grotto, (attempting to be as gentle as possible, but aware this was not her first day at the rodeo). Down below Eunice and Brittni continued to gobble quims as veiny cocks sawed in and out of their tushy-holes with reckless abandon!
I was reveling in the nasty squeeze of Eunice's naughty nether-hole while my hand worked itself back and forth in Brook's poor pounded pussy. Everything was all so wonderfully hot and twisted; the sensations, the smells, the sounds all seemed to add to the wicked fun. Flesh slapped against flesh as lips sucked greedily and voices groaned happily... filling the room with a heady hedonistic symphony of sexual depravity. It was pure deliciously decadent fuckery... the epitome of pleasure for pleasures sake.
Adding to the nastiness was the fact that Britt's lovely noggin was right before me, bobbing up and down on that old broad's battered beaver. I pulled my cock from Eunice's anus and brought the head to Britt's kisser some ass to mouth action. She took my pecker for several pleasurable cleansing sucks until I returned my cock to the older woman's bottom-hole just inches from Britt's nose and I continued with my fuck-strokes.
From the sounds of everyone present, I could tell we were reaching something especially intense... what's more; I began to feel that ever so familiar buildup in my balls; that need to cum hard and fill Eunice's insides with warm salty goo. Brooklyn was beginning to dribble and juice, making sloshing sounds against me hand. Britt and Eunice were moaning as if both had terrible toothaches and I noticed Brook and Bob nearly howling uncontrollably into one another's lips. In just a few more strokes it arrived...
Brooklyn tossed her head back. She shook and screamed her way through a quaking g-spot orgasm, sending a river of hot brine down my wrist. A split second later and Eunice and Brittni erupted in sobbing shakes; bringing each other off in squishy cunt-quakes as they eagerly slurped each other's girlie-splashings. Bob grunted and hugged the still shaking Brook close, his eyes staring off into infinity as he spooged deep in Brittni's keister. That was it for me. I relaxed and let my orgasm go, yanking my fist from Brook's sopping pink hole and seizing Eunice's hips in both hands to saw and cum... cum and saw; my cock spouting what felt like a two-coat white-washing of the older woman's insides!
That was it. We were all spent. We collapsed on the bed and somebody commented about the time amidst the laughs and gasps.
As we'd done with Vivian, we exchanged contact information with the happy horny couple from Indiana. We thanked them for a wonderful interlude and they insisted the pleasure had been mutual. Bob said that as soon as he could get his wind back, he was going to fuck Eunice absolutely rotten... to claim his hotwife good and proper like they always did on such occasions. Eunice looked down and marveled that my pecker was still petrified.
"If you are in Indiana Bill," she said, "make sure you bring that boner with you. Don't know how you did it but you could plow a field with that thing as stiff as it stayed the whole time!"
"You can count on it Eunice," I said as I gave her a hug and a kiss and we finished up our goodbyes and thanks.
Inside, Eunice drew the blinds shut and then scowled at the two twin beds. They were in the wrong place.
"Bill," she said, "these queens are side by side. Can you help my hubby move them around? Bob knows just how we like 'things' to be for get-togethers like this,"
Bob snapped his fingers at his wife's suggestion (looking like he'd just remembered something painfully obvious). He then motioned for me to grab a side of one of the queens and together, we moved it halfway across the room. We then had to slide a dresser out of the way before we'd finished by moving the bed around one hundred and eighty degrees so that its headboard was now against the opposite wall.
The maid service was going to LOVE us, I could tell!
Anyhow, now both beds had a mirror-image view of the other at the opposite ends of the suite. We dropped robes to the floor and Eunice pulled me to her bed while as if on cue, Brooklyn and Britt led Bob onto his. The games had begun!
Eunice started with me back against the bed's headboard and pillows as she lay down between my legs, giving me a nice sloppy blowjob. I filled my hands with her short salt and pepper grey hair as her head bobbed up and down on my boner. From time to time she would give my cock little gentle rakes with her teeth... a little added special touch that both sent me straight to Heaven, (and at the same time told me this was anything her first rodeo). She was "skilled."
Every now and then Eunice would look into the mirror she'd placed on a night stand next to us. She'd propped it up apparently so she might watch her husband. I peered over her naughty bobbing noggin to see just what she was gawking at.
From my vantage point I could see Bob lying back against his own set of pillows receiving a wonderfully loud messy blowjob from Brooklyn, (into whose hair he'd snarled his fingers) He was vigorously forcing her head up and down on his member one handed and his nose and lips were a domineering snarl. He'd clearly picked up on the fact that Brooklyn liked being man handled by older fellahs.
Down below, Brittni was sprawled between his legs, sucking his balls, taking first one in her mouth and then the other as her naughty pixie fingers tweaked and tugged the old guys's nipples. Britt's legs were parted wide, taking Brooklyn's mommy-fist in a rough five-fingered knuckle-fuck of the young pixies's Tinker-Bell twat, (and all for Bob's entertainment)!
Now and again Bob would look across the room directly at Eunice and me before he's turn his gaze to stare directly into the mirror. It was then it clicked for me... they weren't merely watching one another cheat... they were periodically making eye contact (as was evident with Eunice's sly winks into the mirror and his winks shot back to her). It was pervy marital energy flow at its best going on here and it was obvious it was part of their particular "thing."
Another thing that struck me almost in the same instance was the realization that the pace of the two blowjobs MATCHED... stroke for stroke even! Eunice was observing the rhythm at which Bob was being sucked off and she'd immediately adjust her cocksucking to match that of Brooklyn's, all for the voyeuristic enjoyment of her hubby. In this way, Bob would experience the nice sloppy head his wife provided whatever strange man happened to be across the room, (who this time just happened to be myself).
I wondered just how many times these two people (who'd been married for forty years and had raised two sons and two daughters on a farm near French Lick Indiana), had played this out scene, (and in how many locations). It was quite a few I imagine. Another clue came upon seeing Eunice wink at her husband in the mirror and Bob across the room returned her wink with a strange nod of his head... the connection between the two of them being maintained like a radio datalink between paired communications satellites far out in space. The frequency of the slurpy sucks were their "beepity... beep...beep... beep radio code," in that sense.
All the while Eunice had been sucking me, she'd had her hand down between her parted legs, flipping her bean silly, (ostensibly for the viewing pleasure of everyone across the room). Now she'd given herself as much stimulation as she could self-inflict and she turned up her face from my cock to suggest we sixty-nine. I told her I was up for it and without another word, she spun herself around, throwing a leg over my face.
With my head propped up high against the pillows, I realized I immediately had both immediate access to her crotch plus a continued view of the three B's (Bob, Brooklyn, and Brittni), through the cleft in Eunice's behind as I parted the cheeks of her ass with both hands. I began to feast on her twat as she resumed gorging upon my gonads while fondling my balls lovingly with little cups and squeezes, (as if checking them for ripeness at a farmer's market).
I now had a lovely view of her sixty-something nether region... up close and personal with her ass, taint, and twat. As twats go... it nothing short of lovely. It had that pale Midwestern flesh surrounding it... slightly wrinkled perhaps, but flesh that was still sturdy all the same. It was flesh attached to sinew and bone which had seen a great deal of no nonsense hard work in its time; all surrounding by a blossom of pink puss pie that had sent four healthy babies into the world years before... babies that had given Bob and Eunice twelve grandkids. It was a twat-hole that had been pounded by a loving husband and countless swinging lovers over the years. With its sagging purple meat-curtains framing a throbbing hooded cherrystone of a clit, it was worthy of solemn respect. I mooshed my face into that marvelously horny pink swamp of seasoned pussy, thankful for what I was about to receive!
Eunice let out a great cry and involuntarily sawed hips against me; trying to get that pulsing clitoral peanut of hers between my lips as best she could for a good hard face fucking. I obliged her and began sucking her hard as she sucked me, my fingers stroking into the depths of that funky fuchsia fuck-box of hers, hooking them around inside her and press against her g-spot. Every now and again I brought my lips 'n tongue to the vaginal opening itself, sampling her puss nectar with all its heady scents and notes.
At some point my eyes fell upon her asshole, nearly smack dab in front of me. Being the ass man I am, I was happily awestruck. The female anus (as I may have mentioned before), is a fascinating structure for me on any given day. Hers was no exception... in fact if anything, this puckered mud-button was particularly captivating.
Is it possible I wonder, for a woman's asshole to be spellbinding like a book? I mean ... for me this one certainly was, (as I was not as tempted to view it as much as read it). This pink and purple stinky-ring had that sort of lovely irregular "girl's hair-scrunchy" look that could only mean one thing - butt sex, (and lots of it). It was abundantly clear for me that her rectum to its credit had taken its fair share of wrecking over time by all appearances.
I'd seen this sort of raggedy shell-shocked butt-crater before... but mostly in pornos, (where a woman gets her ass pounded for sport and averages no less than four or five sodomising cocks in a single video encounter). It was a lovely rosebud-bulge of irregularity... more like a hemorrhoidal barnacle than a butthole. I was intrigued to put it politely and decided the matter required further "in depth" scrutiny.
With my free hand I set about exploring the raggedy ridges of her backdoor volcano, tracing fingertips lightly against the rim in a bit of butthole Braille, something that forced Eunice exhale heavily through her nostrils as she suck... suck... sucked upon me). She rotated her hips and pushed herself against my hand. She was more than game.
Circling and swirling my finger several times, I felt her butt-blossom finally yield to my touch. I pushed the digit inside, plunging deep into the wonderfully warm nastiness beyond in an effort to make itself at home as I resumed sucking her clit. Eunice whined through her nose, neither protesting nor ceasing her fellatio... only maintaining that marvelous suck suck sucking suckity suck of me, (which was now bringing me close to spewing).
Across the room Bob's eyes were still locked on those of his wife's. By the looks of things, he was feeling the exquisite "burn" of jealousy seeing her with me. It was feeding his energy and in turn his enjoyment of the two girls seemed to be having a similar effect on Eunice. Now and again he shot a wink to his wife... as Brooklyn deep-throated him and Britt huffed his balls in her mouth like two hairy dumplings.
Brooklyn pulled off his cock for a moment to rest her, a line of saliva going from her lower lip to the tip of Bob's cock. He had eight inches. My six incher could not compare to his wedding tackle as far as length went but that didn't matter to me. I had the benefit of my youth relative to his, (and the Golden Nugget pill which was still fueling my perpetually stiff pecker). On top of all that, those two women sucking him off at the moment were going back to my room at the end of the evening. Advantage me.
Brittni sensed Brook needed to be spelled so she whipped Bob's granddaddy dong into her own pouty pucker and commenced blowing him as Brook dove below to tongue his nuts. This went on for a minute or so until Brook and Britt switched out again with Brook ramming Bob's cock against her tonsils while Britt rolled the old fellah's balls around in her warm ravenous little wet mouth. I could see Bob was enjoying himself supremely the way he was twitching his head slightly to one side, (with his eyes all squinty like he'd uncontrollable shivers). I couldn't blame him; Brooklyn's cocksucking being as good as it is, its no damned wonder. Britt's no slouch either in the oral department and speaking as somebody whose balls had been in her cheeks, I can tell you, Bob's nuts were in good hands... well good lips anyhow!
I returned my attention up once more to Eunice's bottom, this time removing my finger and wrapping lips around that freaky backdoor ring of hers. I rimmed her... rimmed her good in fact. Propped up on the pillows the way I was, I had her bent up at an unusual angle; her knees partially supporting her in an ass-high head-low sort of position, allowing me to eat her ass with reckless abandon. All the while my fingers danced upon her clit and I took particular delight at how her moans were now sounding more 'n more desperate and heartfelt as they passed out her nose.
She was juicing like a leaky canoe by now against my hand. I soooooo wanted to cum and I knew she was not far off either. I munched her tushy for a few more seconds before diving back down to focus on her pussy.
I now was gobbling her quim like a ripe mango; devil may care in my own gyno-gluttony and nearly oblivious to the fact that her moans were now almost sobs. Sucking that clit of hers hard... my fingers becoming a buzzing bumble-bee blur inside her on her juice-button. It didn't take long at all.
She bucked and humped and began to spray, shrieking and gagging on my cock as I spewed hot loads ball-chowder into her gulper. I whipped my hand from her snatch and finger buggered her anus while pressing my lips to her pee-hole. She splattered steamy girlie broth against my lips and snout while I did my best to catch it all. I'd like to think I gobbled and swallowed more than ran down my chin and neck, but it was like trying to catch a drink from a hot fire hose. The sounds and sensations of her chugging down my hot loads told me she'd met with far better success at making "all gone."
It was all too much for Bob. He'd now been holding out best he could, (being blown for several minutes by Brook and Britt). Now however, he'd seen his wife's shuddering orgasm across the room, (plus the spectacle of her swallowing my nut-sauce). It simply did it for him.
He growled like a bear waking up after a long winter's sleep; grabbing Brooklyn by her mane and sawing himself back and forth in her cocksucker. Executing a brutal skull fuck of the young woman's mouth, his eyes settled across the room onto Eunice's. She nodded back to her husband as if telling him it was ok. It didn't matter, he was already at the point of no return and with that he howled and gasped... filling Brooklyn's mouth with a gushing grandpa geyser of vintage spunk.
Brittni rose from Bob's nutsack and pulled the sperm-spouting senior sausage from Brooks lips; popping it into her own mouth as the old Indiana farmer fed her the last few jets of jism. Britt swallowed and then wrapped lips with Brook around either side of the slackening dong, cleaning up Bob's last slimy senior spendings. The two met at the cocktip, kissing and passing salty snowballs back 'n forth until both gulped with a happy girlie-giggle.
Bob fell back against the pillows with a satisfied look like he'd just pulled in a successful harvest. Brook and Britt lay to either side of him with their heads upon his shoulders; their hands traveling up and down his wilting manhood, fingers roaming here and there in happy nymph caresses.
Eunice spun around and laid across me, giving me a deep kiss of gratitude. She commented how it had been "a good strong leg shaker" I'd given her. In an expression of surprise, her eyes went wide as she looked down at my manhood, still angry as ever.
"Still stiff?" she commented, (not knowing what to make of it).
"I have an affliction," I commented, "that's a little out of the ordinary,"
"Well honey," she said rubbing a hand up and down my veininess, "such problems can be turned into an advantage by the right lady!"
She mounted me and "dug in her spurs"; galloping atop me in a spirited cowgirl fuck atop me and dangling a pair of matronly bosoms in my face. I did what came naturally for me; taking those gumdrop nipples of hers in my mouth for a good strong chewy-sucking, while I poke - poke - poked my stiffy up inside her slick pussy-pit for all I was worth.
Bob and the girls observed the whole "ride'em cowgirl" business from across the room. In a few minutes' masturbatory voyeurism, Brooklyn and Britt had restored him to more or less penetrative hardness with a vigorous tag-team ball-juggling willie-wanking handjob. Brittni whispered something in his ear and he smiled sweetly at her and nodded. He was ready.
Britt said something inaudible to Brook. The Filipina MILF nodded her pretty little head in reply, subsequently mounted Bob's face. Britt then tossed a leg over the old guy's lap, taking that shaft of his up inside her cunt, sliding down it ever so slowly until Bob was wedged balls deep up inside her delightful little pixie twat. The threesome began to hump and grind. After that I lost track of their fun as I was engaged in with fun of my own underneath Eunice.
The hotter than Hell GILF and I fucked for several minutes. There was no rushing, no hurry; we were simply enjoying every stroke of that cowgirl cunt slam; every suckling nibble of her titty-nubs, every pause to kiss lips chins, shoulders and necks. Despite it being a well-traveled pussy, things were remarkably tight inside that seasoned senior-citizen 'penis fly-trap' of hers. To my happy surprise, I also discovered she was a marvelously good kisser. It supported a point I'd long held stock in; age definitely has its advantages.
We eventually both came again; Eunice with a sweet shudder atop my dong, and me finally sending a happy spout of creamy nut butter up inside her baby-factory. We then lay stroking one another in a lovely snuggle, turning our attention to the other bed. They'd observed our fun for a while, now it was time to watch theirs.
Bob was eagerly gobbling Brooklyn's twat blossom from below, reducing the exotic island hottie to happily hysterical state of affairs as Brittni bounced on the grandad's driving shaft. The whole time Brittni held her "mommy figure" MILF for dear life in a torrid embrace, sucking Brooklyn's titties and smashing lips in passionate lesbo tongue kisses. It wasn't long before Brooklyn, Bob, and Britt raged and howled in a colossal three-way climax as Eunice and I happily applauded.
Sane people by now would have called it a night; not this bunch however, no sir. Maybe it was something in the air, maybe it was the fact that we realized we were only going to be on this earth for so long and wanted to go for every last ounce of sexual gusto we could grab. Hey, who knew? We were determined to keep this wonderfully kinky thing going, despite the fact that at least two of us were risking any number of medical problems by continuing this wanton fuckery. I wasn't too concerned, however. I figured if an old geezer like Bob could keep going, knocking these ladies in their spunk receptacles- so would I, (although with that last cum-plastering of Brittni's pretty pink puss, he'd wheezed like he'd been punched in the chest or something).
We stopped and took ten. People needed to get up to pee and grab glasses of water. Eunice even fielded a phone call from her kids back in French Lick, Indiana, (looking across the room at me with my plastic cup of water and commenting with a wink that the people out here in San Diego were unusually friendly). She also mentioned how everyone had been so nice to her and Bob, (making them feel so relaxed and comfortable). I looked about the room and saw everyone's bollicky-bare-assed sex-soaked state of affairs and suppressed a laugh. We were comfortable alright!
Once we resumed things (and got down to our sweaty naked business), Brooklyn expressed a desire to be spit-roasted. As Brittni and Eunice engaged in a wonderfully nasty sixty-nine on the bed next to us, Bob and I fucked Brook, (starting with her on all fours as Bob pounded her pussy doggy-style and Brook deep-throated my cock). We kept flipping Brook around; moving her on her back with her legs up high for me to fuck down into her puss-hole on the bed's edge as she blew Bob in a sloppy tonsil fuck, then we flipped her around again, (this time with her hiney high in the air for Bob to spear her anus with his pork sword while I fucked her face. We just kept flipping the gorgeous Filipina this way and that until she screamed through her sinuses, her mouth full of my cock-spoutings from yet another of my snarling orgasms as Bob grunted and filled her butthole with a load of gonad gravy. As if on cue next to us, Eunice came on Britt's face as the young nymph beneath her shuddered and mashed the short-haired grandma's face to her quaking quim.
Bob and I helped ourselves to some beers in the hotel room fridge. Back on the bed Brooklyn, Britt, and Eunice now engaged in a slow passionate three-way lesbian daisy chain. It was something beautiful to behold. The women lay on their sides with legs open, forming a tight nasty triangle of Sapphic tongues; each lady munching and feasting on the twat taco in front of her. Bob and I surveyed muff-diving mayhem while enjoying our beers until he turned to me, raising his bottle in a toast. We clinked our bottles together as he said,
"Quite a show, huh Bill?"
"It is," I agreed.
"Listen," he offered, "if you or either of these two girls ever get out our way to French Lick... stop by the farm. Its just me and Eunice now at the house and being empty nesters... we have plenty of beds for people to stay,"
"Sounds too good to pass up," I replied.
"Of course," he added, "now that all pretenses are down, I suspect only one bed in that whole house will get used! Any time you wanna fuck my wife... be my guest. Of course, I hope you'll allow me to sample any ladies you bring along with you?"
"I'm sure," I said surveying the lovely feminine forms fornicating franticly before us, "that neither o' these two ladies would have a problem with that... or any gal I should bring with me!"
We clinked our bottles together again. The deal was set. We had a gentleman's agreement, allowing the other shag any females brought to such a gathering.
"I hope tonight," I added, "that I get to fuck your Eunice in the ass. She's got a rear-end that is absolutely stunning."
"I was thinking," Bob nodded watching the three women pigging out on those three pussies, "that I really still wanted to split Brittni up that tiny little tushy of hers!"
"Well then," I said clinking my beer against his for a third time, " are we ready to jump in and mix this up?"
"Wait a minute," Bob advised, "I still need to recharge my batteries. Not as young as the rest of you folks!"
"Fair enough," I said as we turned back and watched the fun.
The girls soon broke apart the daisy chain and took on a new position, both Brooklyn and Britt saying they wanted the benefit of fucking Eunice. Britt and Eunice repositioned in the center of the bed; seated upright with their legs apart, coming together in a woman-to-woman embrace with legs bent and parted for some cunt-to-cunt scissor play.
Brooklyn not to be left out of the fun, hopped up onto the mattress of the king-sized bed and stood over the two with her legs parted and her hands spreading her ass cheeks like a towering nude female colossus. Brook was actually straddling the two seated hoo-hoo humping women; allowing Britt to nuzzle and suck at her clit best she could, (all while Eunice craned her head this way and that to rim and lick the last bits of Bob's semen from Brooklyn's battered butthole). Britt and Eunice kept rubbing snatches until the older woman let out a groan and the younger woman made a squeaky cry of happy release.
Brooklyn commented that it was her turn to bang Eunice and she promptly swapped out with Brittni. Now for several minutes, the freaky as fuck Filipina and the more than mature Midwestern mama smashed their GILF-muffins together in what I would have to call a 'savage girlie gonad grind.' Up-top and between them stood Brittni; her ass and puss taking a rude simultaneous tongue fuck from the other two as she tossed her head from side to side, that hair of hers flipping like a dishwater blonde freak-flag that was flying proud!
The energy in the room was now a heady boiling stew of perversion and debauchery and as Brook and Eunice brought each other off in wonderfully nasty cunt bumping climaxes, Bob and I clinked our bottles one more time and downed the last of our beers. We were coming into the home stretch of this thing and Bob mentioned he was ready to jump back into it. Me with my 'condition,' happened to be painfully ready.
Eunice flipped over on her back while Bob and I hopped up on the bed. Bob fed his cock into his wife's mouth from one side while I rode her pussy in the missionary position until Britt indicated she was not at all done with the group sex fun, (wanting in on the action). I yanked my cock from Eunice's snatch-hole and she stopped sucking her husband as Britt mounted her in a sixty-nine straddle.
Seeing the two ladies munching before him, Bob realized he had an opportunity presenting itself with both cheeks bared. He seized-up his eight-inch farm implement and guided the mushroom tip to Brittni's pink anal-pucker. Ignoring Britt's whimper, he pushed his cock straight-on into her, wedging himself deep into her naughty rear compost pit!
Britt had Eunice's legs raised high as she worked the older woman's bean in her lips and fingered the GILF's snatch-hole. I saw opportunity too and brought the tip of my cock to Eunice's craggy backdoor; marveling at just how much her anus resembled a knot on a tree-trunk. It truly looked at that moment like something you'd expect to see on a label of Angry Orchard Cider. I wasn't complaining however as I slid inside her. It was lovely seasoned rectum I proceeded to wreck, and wreck it good and proper I did!
Bob and I kept sawing back and forth into the keisters of the two pussy-scarfing women as Brooklyn watched for a few minutes. Every now and again she'd tweak the old guy's nipples and stick her tongue in his ear while whispering shit to him, completely inaudible to me but I could see from Bob's expression and how his hips sawed back and forth; it had to be some nasty stuff. Brooklyn was egging him on and the result was Brittni was getting her corn-hole absolutely HAMMERED, (not that she minded in the least). Brooklyn kept stirring the pot until with a kiss, she suggested to Bob and me that she needed a "bit of stirring" as well!
She stepped up high onto the bed and stood legs apart; straddling both sixty-nining ladies while standing between Bob and myself. She knelt slightly and gave me a kiss. As kissers go, Brooklyn is simply stupendous and I savored the tenderness of her smooch. It was a sweet kiss, a lovely kiss... one laden with passion. It wasn't until Brooklyn's head bounced forward and bumped into mine that I realized something quite less sweet and lovely but no less passionate was going on behind her. Bob it turns out, had sunk a fist inside Brooklyn, and was reaming her out like she was a stopped up drain!
The old guy had Brooklyn on his hand like she was the cookie monster, her cunt wrapped around his fist in a pink vaginal squeeze. He kept plunging his arm back and forth with wicked regularity as Brooklyn's face became etched with tortured joy. Soon I could hear squishing sounds coming from the other side of Brooklyn's rump as Bob brought her off in torrential g-spot tsunami of an orgasm! Brook pulled my face up to hers with both hands as she screamed hard into my lips; her quim piddling down upon the two Sapphic sixty-niners below. She wasn't done however... oh not Brook... oh hell fucking no, she wanted more of the same.
Brook spun around, presenting me with a freshly fisted pussy as she threw arms about Bob's neck. She ran fingers through his silver hair and proceeded to kiss him like he'd either won Powerball (or he'd at the very least had the winning numbers somewhere inside his dental work and she was determined to find them). I made a cone of my fist and slowly eased my hand up inside the entrance to Brook's gyno grotto, (attempting to be as gentle as possible, but aware this was not her first day at the rodeo). Down below Eunice and Brittni continued to gobble quims as veiny cocks sawed in and out of their tushy-holes with reckless abandon!
I was reveling in the nasty squeeze of Eunice's naughty nether-hole while my hand worked itself back and forth in Brook's poor pounded pussy. Everything was all so wonderfully hot and twisted; the sensations, the smells, the sounds all seemed to add to the wicked fun. Flesh slapped against flesh as lips sucked greedily and voices groaned happily... filling the room with a heady hedonistic symphony of sexual depravity. It was pure deliciously decadent fuckery... the epitome of pleasure for pleasures sake.
Adding to the nastiness was the fact that Britt's lovely noggin was right before me, bobbing up and down on that old broad's battered beaver. I pulled my cock from Eunice's anus and brought the head to Britt's kisser some ass to mouth action. She took my pecker for several pleasurable cleansing sucks until I returned my cock to the older woman's bottom-hole just inches from Britt's nose and I continued with my fuck-strokes.
From the sounds of everyone present, I could tell we were reaching something especially intense... what's more; I began to feel that ever so familiar buildup in my balls; that need to cum hard and fill Eunice's insides with warm salty goo. Brooklyn was beginning to dribble and juice, making sloshing sounds against me hand. Britt and Eunice were moaning as if both had terrible toothaches and I noticed Brook and Bob nearly howling uncontrollably into one another's lips. In just a few more strokes it arrived...
Brooklyn tossed her head back. She shook and screamed her way through a quaking g-spot orgasm, sending a river of hot brine down my wrist. A split second later and Eunice and Brittni erupted in sobbing shakes; bringing each other off in squishy cunt-quakes as they eagerly slurped each other's girlie-splashings. Bob grunted and hugged the still shaking Brook close, his eyes staring off into infinity as he spooged deep in Brittni's keister. That was it for me. I relaxed and let my orgasm go, yanking my fist from Brook's sopping pink hole and seizing Eunice's hips in both hands to saw and cum... cum and saw; my cock spouting what felt like a two-coat white-washing of the older woman's insides!
That was it. We were all spent. We collapsed on the bed and somebody commented about the time amidst the laughs and gasps.
As we'd done with Vivian, we exchanged contact information with the happy horny couple from Indiana. We thanked them for a wonderful interlude and they insisted the pleasure had been mutual. Bob said that as soon as he could get his wind back, he was going to fuck Eunice absolutely rotten... to claim his hotwife good and proper like they always did on such occasions. Eunice looked down and marveled that my pecker was still petrified.
"If you are in Indiana Bill," she said, "make sure you bring that boner with you. Don't know how you did it but you could plow a field with that thing as stiff as it stayed the whole time!"
"You can count on it Eunice," I said as I gave her a hug and a kiss and we finished up our goodbyes and thanks.
***
Then it was upstairs for Brittni, Brooklyn, and myself. We still had a bit of room-service left in the room to polish off and scarf down. I still had my boner but I was tired as all-fuck... and the girls both determined they'd had a good solid "sleeping pill" already. All three of us were dead to the world in thirty minutes, (and in a big naked cuddle-puddle in the middle of the king).
