Chapter 03 -- The Bedroom
Just gonna wash up and head to bed
The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist.
NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
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I could have stayed there and watched that all night.
Sure.
I could have.
But I didn't.
I ran back into the house and took the stairs by two.
I skidded to a halt outside the bathroom and tried to catch my breath. Why run then wait? Macho pride, that's why. Couldn't let myself be seen out of breath for having just come up a single flight of stairs, huh?
I walked into the bathroom and asked, "Mind if I join you?"
Bobbi Jo had turned them around so Betty's breasts were being pressed against the glass door and both of them were staring at me. Then their eyes dropped to my crotch and saw my erection.
"Really, mister? We weren't sure if you were going to be able to go again tonight."
"Ha ha. Go ahead, laugh at the old man."
"Sorry, didn't mean we thought you were old, we just thought that with as much cum as you dumped down Bobbi Jo's throat you might need a while to recuperate. Hell, I've seen bulls service a single cow once and need a few days before going again."
"Actually," I said, "I've found that once the first one is out of the way I last a lot longer for the rest of 'em."
"The REST of them?"
I walked over and opened the door to join them inside the little glass cubicle. The water was a little more than luke-warm (Who is Luke and how warm is he, anyway? And why was it him they chose and not Mark or Bill or..? Never mind.).
"So how much time do we have before the water gets cold?"
"Oh, we have a while. We have a hundred-gallon tank we keep set high. We have a lot of cold running right now to cool it down in fact. We didn't want to get the windows all steamy so you couldn't see us."
"Sexy little minxes," I said and I reached for the soap.
"Unh uh, mister," Betty said. That's our job!"
I thought she was going to reach for the soap, and she did. But she didn't rub it on me, she started rubbing it on herself as she handed the bottle over to Bobbi Jo.
"Hey, I thought you were going to wash me?"
"Oh, we are, mister. We're just going to do it our way. Now stand still."
With that, they closed in on me to stand on either side of me. Betty stooped a bit so her tits were spread to either side of my hand and Bobbi Jo scooted in on the other side and squatted so her boobs were spread around my elbow.
They braced their hands on my stomach and back, then each began sliding up and down with my arms pressed between theirs tits. After a couple of scrubs, Betty told me to turn my arm around so she could get the inside. As she did, my hand rested on her flat stomach and I could feel the muscles underneath that tan skin.
"Turn around." I did as they pulled back as bit to make room for me to do so,
They repeated the process on the opposite sides until I guess they figured I was clean enough, then Bobbi Jo stepped behind me and began to rub her boobs across my back while her arms reached around me and began to soap my chest and shoulders. I turned to kiss her over my shoulder.
"Hey, how come my arms and my back got clean that way but my chest just gets hands?" I protested.
"Sssshhh."
That's when I felt Betty's little boobies begin to slide slowly back and forth across my lower chest and stomach. The head of my cock was rubbing against her belly, but she would stop just short of letting it hit the bottom of her tits. I groaned every time they came close, and she would quickly move away from it.
They rocked back and forth and up and down, and gently scrubbed my upper body, then spun me again and repeated their scrubbing. Now Betty's boobs were on my lower back and the top of my ass and Bobbi Jo's were on my chest. I discovered just how good nipple-to-nipple stimulation felt when she grabbed her tits and used hers to clean mine.
Eventually they worked their way down to being on their knees on either side of me and I was curious to see how low they were going to be able to get using their just their boobs to wash me.
I was a tad disappointed to see them start using their hands instead. But then again...
As the punch-line to a different joke goes, only a little, and only right at first!
They began using their hands on my calves, just above my ankles, and scrubbed around them, then began to work their way up.
I could swear they were squeezing blood up from feet and lower legs like a toothpaste tube, because the more they worked their hands up, using pressure on the upward motion and light caresses on the downward, the more my cock began to throb.
I looked down at it and it was bobbing up and down as if it were nodding in appreciation at the quality of the job they were doing.
Before long Betty had risen to her knees, though Bobbi Jo was still kneeling with her ass on her heels as they soaped up my thighs.
Eventually, about a decade later, they finally got up to my groin.
That was an interesting sensation all on its own. Where their hands had been on opposite legs, it was two hands on the same leg.
Now it was one hand from each soaping my ass cheeks and the difference in the size of their hands was more obvious. As the soaped my cheeks, Bobbi Jo looked up and said, "Spread your legs, mister."
I spread them and they each pulled a little to get me spread them until my lower legs were pressed into their cunts.
Apparently that's how they planned to wash my ankles. And hey,
who was I to complain? Why, that would be just plain RUDE!!
As their hands continued to soap my ass cheeks, their fingers were beginning to slowly work their way between them and I felt the occasional fingertip run lightly past, then over my own asshole.
Then I wasn't paying attention to those hands because Betty's little hand was cupping my swollen ball-sack and soaping it gently while Bobbi Jo had wrapped her hand around my prick and started slowly stroking the soap up and down it, making slow twisting motions around it as she did.
She stopped with her hand wrapped around my cock with just the head inside her palm and I was wondering what was going to happen next when one of Betty's fingers rested on my asshole a little longer than they had been before. She poked a little bit and my hips shot forward until my stomach was pressed against Bobbi Jo's fist. And I almost slipped.
"OK. He's clean enough," Bobbi Jo said. She reached up and started to pull down the hand-held shower head when Betty said, "Wait, we haven't washed his hair or his face."
You're right. Kneel down, mister."
I knelt and she wet my hair and my face. I could feel some shampoo being drizzled on my head, then she pulled me up a little so I was kneeling almost upright. She eased forward and began to lather up the shampoo using just her boobs.
Not to be outdone, Betty told me to close my eyes and began to wash my face using just her tits, too.
If you ever find a spa that offers a service like this, sell a testicle or something and buy an annual pass. It'll be worth it.
They finally decide I was now clean enough and rinsed both me and themselves off.
We climbed out onto a carpet on the floor and Betty grabbed some towels.
"What, no personal drying service after all that?" I joked.
"Oh, we're going to give you plenty of personal service, but you need to get your hair, your legs and your back dried off and get into bed before you get that."
So we dried off and walked into the bedroom.
They slept in a four-posted bed. Big round posts at the corners and some kind of wrought iron rails going not just between the posts top to bottom and left to right, but also from corner to corner. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like some of the decorative touches on the bottom of the rails looked suspiciously like hooks.
Hmmmm.
They each walked to the opposite sides of the bed and laid down on it. Betty patted the space in between them and asked, "Why are you still standing there?"
I knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled up a little, then rolled down to lay on my back between them.
They began kissing each other, faces just above my head so I had a beautiful view of them. I was so engrossed in that sight that I didn't realize they had started lowering their heads until they had included me in their kiss. Now I love to French-kiss a woman, but that is nothing compared to French-kissing with two women at the same time.
Having two sets of lips on mine was amazing, but nowhere near as amazing as the feel of two tongues on my lips. I opened my mouth and tried to play too, but had to give that up.
I had to give it up because I couldn't get my tongue out of my mouth. As soon as Bobbi Jo's tongue would slide out of my mouth, Betty's would slide right in. Bobbi Jo's tongue was wider than Betty's, but Betty's was amazingly long and thin and she explored my mouth with much more detail.
