Or. I had a choice, one or the other. Only problem... I wanted both. I looked at one, then reached down, adjusted my erection and then looked at the other. Normally I'd have been inclined to take the red head, but she had shaved her pussy so I couldn't be sure she was a true redhead. Besides, it's the curly red pubic hair that I long for.
The redhead had very large breasts which I had grown tired of lately, I've really craved smaller breasts and the brunette's breasts were tiny. She must have been a dancer, her body so thin, lithe you might say and her breasts, her breasts were hardly more than nipples on two tiny mounds, not even mounds, inclines maybe?
Personality? Nah, personality didn't matter. Both women were drunk and drugged so they were wonderfully pliant, willing to do anything. Hell, right now Charlie had them both on the bed with candles shoved up their pussies while he lit the other end. Perhaps it was his way of making me hurry up my decision.
Yeah, Charlie was my partner in crime. Ooh, that's a bit too literal I think. I mean both women were adults, though I did have to look at the brunette's driver's license to be sure. They both consented, well, they consented to let Charlie and I buy them drinks and they were unobservant enough to miss us spiking the drinks. What can I say, as long as we don't get technical about it, they both were consenting adults.
Anyway, Charlie was good, he was the one who rounded up the Ruffies and then somehow was able to convince the women to accept the drinks we bought. That was the hard part, I mean for two overweight, ah make that obese, middle age guys to get those two to even acknowledge our existence was amazing and Charlie had them sipping drinks with us.
Of course once they sipped that first drink both women were running their fingers through Charlie's comb over and rubbing their cheeks over his lamb chop sideburns. They even moaned appreciatively when he mentioned his sideburns would feel even better rubbing against their thighs.
Hell, it wasn't long before I had one in my lap wiggling herself over my erection while running her hands over the soft flab of my stomach. Yeah, I finally drank enough to forget how disgusted these women would be if they weren't drunk and drugged. I almost believed it when she told me how sexy my sagging breasts felt though my too small shirt.
"Well Jim, which one is it gonna be?" Charlie asked, snapping me out of my daydreaming.
"I don't know Charlie, I mean, I like redheads, but I really wanted to graze through her red pubes, but hell she's shaved clean. The other one's got the pubes but they seem a bit wiry to me, kind of scratchy."
"You want to flip a coin?"
"Damn Charlie, quick, put those candles out before they set the bed on fire, will ya?"
"Shit," he exclaimed, rushing over and blowing out the candles. "Looks like they both fell asleep."
"Take out the candles and see if they wake up," I replied.
Charlie worked on each candle, sliding each in and out of the women before pulling them out. When neither stirred he looked up at me and shrugged.
"You know Charlie, I always wondered what it be like to fuck two women at one time. I mean slip into one for a few strokes and then switch, seeing how different they feel."
