First a little damp-mop all round.

Ellen and Amy lie on top of you. sprawled together after your triple climax. Amy's damp pussy presses against your thigh, her head near yours, while Ellen lies the other direction, her golden pussy fleece touching your cheek. Amy's large freckled breasts press against your chest.

"Heh, heh," Amy says. "Who says mutual orgasm is a myth!"

"Let's try again," you say. "We can't publish until we repeat the experiment!"

Ellen giggles. "You look a little limp," she says. She picks up your sticky, limp cock and lets it drop. "Thud!" she says.

"How about if I lick Amy's pussy while you give me head, Ellen?"

"Is that, like, 696 or something?" Amy joked. "I don't know if I can count that high."

"You're silly," Ellen says to Amy. "Mm, but your plan sounds fine to me." She smiles at you and gives your soft cock a squeeze. "Wow, you're sticky." She gets up to the little washstand and runs the water till it's warm, then moistens a washcloth.

Amy sits up as Ellen returns and watches as she tenderly bathes your cock.

"Feels great," you say. "Nice and warm and wet."

Ellen's about to turn when Amy stops her. "Me too," she says. Ellen holds the washcloth out toward Amy, but Amy spreads her legs and scoots out a little. "No, down there," Amy says.

You prop your head on your shoulder to see what's going on.

"Um," Ellen hesitates. "Okay." She turns the washcloth over and wipes Amy's pussy.

"Thanks, El, that's great," Amy says. "Now go lower. Lower. Lower. There, make sure I'm clean." Amy sighs. "Wow, thanks."

Ellen returns to the washstand and rinses out the washcloth.

"And El," Amy says. "While you're sucking him, can I... Can I touch you too?"

You see the tips of Ellen's ears flush red. Amy's face looks a little pink too. "Yes," Ellen says.

Amy rises from the bed and takes a fresh washcloth, moistening it and rubbing soap into the corner. "Let me do you a little then," she says. "Lean forward."

Ellen bends forward over the sink. Amy gets on one knee and pats Ellen's pussy lips with the warm, moist washcloth. She takes the soapy corner and rubs it gently round and round Ellen's anus. Ellen trembles but doesn't complain. Amy wipes the soap off and kisses Ellen's right butt cheek.

Amy rises. "Ready for us, tiger?"

Ellen turns and smiles naughtily. "Ready or not?"

Your cock is already stirring, still more limp than firm. You nod. "Come and get me!"

The girls move in, climbing back onto Amy's bed with you.