Right there, in front of his eyes, two females were sixty-nineing each other!
Auburn-haired little Peggy was deeply engrossed in sucking on the cunt of a little blond-haired girl, who was up to her nose in Peggy's sweet little box.
'What the hell's going on here?' Hank exploded.
Peggy and the blond-haired little girl ceased their obviously pleasurable labors and turned to look at him. Peggy was facing him while the little blond girl looked up at him from the foot of the bed.
'Oh, hi!' said Peggy in a friendly voice. 'Your, awake, huh?'
'Damned right I am!' Hank said, but not in a friendly tone. 'Now, are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?'
The girls scrambled to their knees, the blond teen-ager righting herself and scooching up the bed closer to Peggy.
'Hey, there's no need to be hostile,' Peggy told him, laughing.
'What do you mean, I shouldn't be hostile?' Hank was still shocked and off-guard.
'Look,' Peggy said reasonably, 'you were so great, with such a neat bod and a real good banger… well, you fell asleep and I got to thinking that you might really like to have a special treat. You know, two girls making love to you at the same time?'
Hank was beginning to collect his senses. Two girls at the same time? God, it hadn't been since college days that he had had that happen to him.
'Yeah, but…' he said, waving an arm at the two of them, not able at this point to verbalize the act that Peggy and her little girlfriend had been indulging in when he woke up.
'Oh,' Peggy said, realizing what he meant, 'ah… you mean, what are… were… we doing?'
'Yeah,' said Hank, nodding his head affirmatively. 'What about that?'
'Well,' Peggy explained, 'you were asleep, and we didn't see any reason to just sit here twiddling our thumbs, did we?' she asked, turning to her little blonde companion.
The little blond girl giggled and shrugged her shoulders, realizing that things were going to work out ail right.
'Hey, look, I'll bet you've never seen two girls making it before, have you?' Peggy grinned at him.
'Noooooo,' said Hank hesitatingly, 'at least not in the flesh… not in the same room, or in the same bed with me!'
Still perched on her knees next to Peggy, bent forward, supporting herself with her hands just above her kneecaps, blondie was watching the conversation between the startled Hank and blase Peggy wide-eyed and a little amused.
Hank looked at her. She was not beautiful, but very sweet and pert looking. He guessed she was about seventeen or eighteen, the same age as Peggy. When she caught his eye, she smiled broadly and engagingly at him. Hank tried to smile back, but he just wasn't up to it at this point.
Peggy could see that Hank was totally unprepared for this. She had thought he was a swinger, but, for the second time that evening, she realized he either wasn't, or he just wasn't up with things.
Sometimes, she thought, marriage does that to a guy. It takes a real great swinger, or potential swinger, and after a few years of marriage, he's out of it. It's as though the world of sex moves on and leaves him behind.
But she eyed Hank and his good-looking body, remembered his turgid joint, and decided it was time for him to catch up with the rest of the sex-lovers again. So, she slipped down onto her naked ass next to him, took his hand, looked into his eyes, and explained to him just what it was all about. She knew she could convince him to go along with it if she just explained it. After all, hadn't he caught on to what she had wanted and obliged her perverted little nature by coming all over her face with his hot sperm earlier that evening? Sure he had. And he really dug it… she could tell.
With this in mind, Peggy set about putting Hank in the picture.
'Look, Hank, I'll start at the beginning,' Peggy said. 'You really gave me a good time tonight. When you fell asleep, I tried to think of something special to… well, as a way to say, thank you.'
'You… you… call that…'
'Shhhh,' Peggy hushed him gently, stroking the back of his hand. 'Please hear me out.'
Hank nodded his head, reluctantly as if he weren't too sure it would change his mind.
'Anyway,' Peggy continued in a quiet voice, 'I decided to give Ruthie a call.' She moved her head sideways in Ruthie's direction. Hank looked at Ruthie who smiled again and wiggled her fingers at him with a little wave, as if to say, 'Hi.'
Peggy realized suddenly that they hadn't been introduced, so she interrupted her story a second to make the introductions. 'Oh, sorry. Ruthie… Hank, Hank… Ruthie.' She didn't wait for them to acknowledge the introduction before continuing with her story…
'Anyhow, I told Ruthie that I was here with this great cocksman, and asked her if she wanted to come over and join the party.'
Ruthie nodded her confirmation, absent mindedly scratching the little valley between her ripe little tits.
'Yeah, but…'
Peggy ignored Hank's interruption, and continued. 'We both love making it with men, don't get us wrong, see. But we also believe in a full sexual experience.'
'Now, maybe no one ever told you this before, Hank,' Peggy said looking very earnestly into Hank's eyes, 'but sometimes it really gets us girls in the mood for a wild orgy with a guy if we've sorta warmed each other up.'
'You know, like an athlete. I bet you were a great athlete, weren't you?' She looked encouragingly at him.
Hank nodded his head in the affirmative and a sudden flash of the scrimmage line came into his head.
'What'd you plan? No, don't tell me,' she grinned, her eyes sparkling. She ran a hand admiringly over his upper arm, shoulder and chest.
'I bet you played football, right?'
Under the glowing admiration, and seeing the joy of discovery that radiated from her lovely little face, Hank suddenly felt a little bashful.
He lowered his head a little and, by way of affirmation, shrugged, avoiding her unabashed admiration. He took pride in the fact that even at this late stage in his life, his past prowess was so easily discemable.
'There, you see,' Peggy said, with complete satisfaction. 'I'll bet you never went out onto the football field without warming up first did you?' And not waiting for his response, she continued.
'See, Ruthie and I just do this to get us in the mood for some really wild things. We work really well together on a guy when we're warmed up.'
Hank frowned, still not convinced.
'Oh, I bet I know what you're thinking. No, it isn't like that at all. Ruthie and I don't get total satisfaction from each other. We don't get our kicks and a real (emphasizing 'real') orgasm from doing things to each other! We just do the… the… foreplay!' she said groping for the right word, and pouncing on it when she found it. 'Sure, we save you the time and trouble of the foreplay.'
'Unhun,' verbalized Hank bobbing his head, beginning to catch on. Visions of the lesbian acts he had seen in smokers began running through his mind.
'And I bet you'd get a kick out of watching… watching us do it, too.' Peggy said slyly, watching the expression on Hank's face as he gazed off into space, thinking of the smoker films. He remembered that he and the other guys had gotten a vicarious thrill out of seeing two girls fondling each other. In fact, he remembered he had even remarked, as the other guys had, that he wouldn't mind seeing that in the flesh!
Peggy brought him back from his reveries with her persistent repetition of 'Wouldn't you, Hank, wouldn't you?'
'Huh? Oh, yes… ah… sure… yeah, I probably would,' he finally agreed, making up his mind. Hell, he thought to himself, what am I so uptight about? These girls are offering me a great show, for free. And since when did I get all caught up in this old fashioned morality? I've been out of it too long. Besides, didn't they say they were going to sex it up with me afterwards? Hank was warming up to the idea now, and he broke out in an evil grin.
'I can dig it, kid!' he said boldly, moving over to the left side of the bed. Making a grand, sweeping gesture, he said with a what-the-hell manner, 'Lay it on me!'
Peggy threw him a kiss with her hand. Ruthie squealed with delight, clapping her hands in approval.
