If he had had any idea of what the innocent looking little nymphs still had in store for him… well, the way he felt at that moment, he probably would have screamed, jumped up, grabbed his clothes, and beat it the hell out of there! There were limits! And as far as Hank knew, he had reached his!
But the wily little teen-ager weren't stupid. They had balled older guys like Hank before. They knew what the score was, and they had no intention of alarming him. They had their own methods worked out, as Hank was soon to find out.
The young blonde and the redhead waited patiently, silently, watching Hank until he had quieted down and seemed almost on the verge of dozing off.
When the girls judged that Hank had reached that perfect state of relaxation, hovering in the limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness, Peggy rose from the bed and stole into the john. She returned moments later with a washcloth dripping warm water in one hand and an unwrapped cake of miniature hotel soap in the other.
She nodded to Ruthie, who gathered up the things she had beside the bed, and the two of them crept over to the side where Hank was stretched out in all of his exhausted, naked glory, his head propped at a seemingly uncomfortable angle on the stacked pillows.
Cautiously, Peggy reached over to Hank. With one hand slipped gently behind his head, she raised it slightly, removed the extra pillow, and carefully lowered his head back onto the remaining pillow.
"Mmmm? Mmmmm?" Hank murmured, hardly audibly.
"Shhhh," Peggy soothed, and stroked his hair back from his sweaty brow.
Hank smiled weakly, licked his lips, swallowed, and drifted off again.
He slipped into that state of dream sensations. Hank found himself a baby again, being bathed by the loving hands of his mother.
He was back in his old family home, immersed in a sub of warm water, his mother gently washing his face, one hand behind his head, and soaping his body, part by part. She rinsed off the suds and patted his tummy dry.
She was nudging him over now, and over he rolled onto his stomach. He could feel the sudsy washcloth being wiped over his shoulders, his back, and his buttocks. Then she washed down his legs, one at a time. He cooed with pleasure at the slippery sensation of the warm suds and the loving strokes as she washed.
Patted dry, he knew the oil would be next. He could smell its fragrance. He felt so clean and fresh! Ahhh, the oil-slick hands were rubbing across his shoulders, massaging them gently. He loved his mother! He loved the soft, intimate way she caressed his body, stroking down his back in broad strokes and down his rib cage, then tracing down his spinal column to the last vertebra.
He could feel the hands oiling his ass, slippery and warm. Then two fingers slipped deftly, surely, into the secret valley between the mounds and, with a sweeping pass, went straight to his asshole.
Hank caught his breath. A slippery finger, starting from his last vertebra, slipped down the full length of his crack and passed over the brown little hole, followed by another and another, over and over again, each time passing over the sphincter muscle. And with each pass, the strokes became shorter and shorter until they were massaging only that sensitive little area of his shit-hole.
Hank flexed his flanks. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, wonderfully wrong! What was happening? His mother'… home… Hank shook his head, bringing him back to the level of consciousness.
His dream of childhood, being bathed, his mother, they all disappeared. But that sexual sensation… his shit-hole… the stroking of ms shit-hole continued!
Disoriented and frightened, but in the first stages of arousal, Hank lifted his head and craned to see something, anything. What was going on?
Ruthie knelt beside the bed, looking into his wondering, questioning eyes, and cooed at him. He looked into her pretty, little, innocent face, and everything snapped into focus.
"Ohhh," he sighed in relief. "It's you."
"How do you feel?" Ruthie asked in a whisper.
"I feel as though I just had a bath," Hank replied, also whispering.
"You're right, you did!" Ruthie giggled and lifted a washcloth and towel into his line of sight.
"Oh, it was you," he said with relief, recalling his strange dream. "That was it."
Peggy stopped massaging Hank’s asshole. She moved her hands up to his hips, and put pressure on them indicating she wanted him to turn over on his side. Still half-asleep, Hank quietly complied.
Ruthie put her hands behind his ass and tugged him over to the side of the bed, so Hank ended up lying on his side, facing Ruthie, on the edge of the bed.
"I'm tired," he breathed.
"Go back to sleep then, sweetie," Ruthie softly whispered. Hank shut his eyes and relaxed again. The next thing he knew, he felt a wet tongue licking his balls. Behind him, two hands had spread the mounds of his ass and a wet tongue was sweeping over his puckered hole!
Hank's eyes popped open, his dick jumped, his mind and nerves snapped totally to attention.
Before he had a chance to protest this double assault, Ruthie had gobbled up his meat and Peggy had poked her sharp, little tongue into his asshole. His prick was already responding to the sucking Ruthie was giving it, and the tongue-fucking of his shit-hole was sending stabbing pulses of pleasure straight into his balls.
If he had thought he was too tired to be aroused again, or had had intentions of rejecting the lewd advances of these two little, teen-age sex maniacs… it was already too late.
Peggy was licking his nether hole again with lascivious pleasure, bathing it in her saliva. She licked up and down the valley and around the hillocks of his rear. On each time around or so, she dug her tongue into Hank's hairy anus, forcing it into his rectum as deep as it could possibly go.
While she was paying homage to his hairy porthole, Ruthie was doing a job and a half on his pole.
She pulled her sweet little mouth off of the stiff rod, and moved down to his scrotal sac. After nudging and rubbing his balls with her little nose, she hungrily sucked both of his testicles into her mouth. Inside her warm, wet oral cavity, she flicked her hard tongue back and forth over them, popping them around this way and that in her mouth.
Hank inhaled and tried not to get too hot, but it was a losing battle. He loved what they were doing. He loved the way they were doing it! There were no two ways about it, he was hot… and getting hotter!
Ruthie let Hank's balls slowly pop out of her mouth. She licked around the base of his swollen rod, puckered her mouth up and ran it up and down the outside of his prick. Hank breathed an "Ahhh" in response.
I can't believe this, he told himself. Wow! What a feeling! He opened his eyes and looked down at Ruthie, who had just gobbled up his dick again, working over the head by flicking her tongue back and forth over it.
It gave him a sense of superiority in a way-even a feeling of power-having two lush teen-ager's worshiping his pee-rod and shit-hole with their mouths and tongues.
Ruthie was sucking on his fat meat like she wanted to suck the come right out of it. And the way it felt, he knew that's probably just what she was going to do any minute now.
"Eat it, little girl, eat it! You want me to come into your mouth, I'll bet. Don't you?"
"Um-m-m," Ruthie resonated around Hank's prick.
"I bet you love hot come. I bet you eat it like honey, swallow it like warm milk."
Ruthie bobbed her head up and down in an energetic confirmation of his statements.
"Well, keep that suction machine going, and it won't be long now. It won't be long before you'll taste that creamy gismo Ohhhh!" Hank croaked in a lewd whisper.
Ruthie applied herself with renewed vigor to his rock-hard manhood. Meanwhile, Peggy, who had bathed, lubricated, and tongue-fucked his bunghole, realized it was time for her next move.
With her forefinger, she massaged his hole, rimming it with light strokes. Then, just as Ruthie had Hank's balls buzzing, Peggy rammed her finger straight into Hank's hole, right up into his intestinal tract.
Hank howled, but not with pain, for Peggy's finger was still drenched in oil from before. No, Hank howled with almost unbearable pleasure.
The feeling of delight sparked through him like electricity. Peggy expertly reamed out the inside of his smelly hole, enhancing the sexual sensation of Ruthie sucking his prick with a suction he could feel all the way back in his balls.
The juices rumbled into his swollen scrotal sac with the rumblings of a volcano before it erupts. Hank's head swirled with the sensations that assailed his senses. He thought he would go mad!