This is a chapter in a fifteen-chapter novella, and each chapter is dependent on the one that precedes it. It is best to read them in order.
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After tying up my hair in a bun, I strolled to the showers with the same authority as before, sans sandals, towel in hand. Both Tom and Charlie were there with their towels wrapped around their waists.
“Such modesty,” I chided. I hung up my towel, walked between them, and turned on a shower. As I waited for the water to warm, I turned around and watched them.
Tom took his towel off first, and I admired his trim little butt cheeks as he hung up his towel, but as soon as Charlie pulled off his towel, my attention shifted. He could tell I was watching, and he took his time, showing it off. It was even larger than I remembered it, but from the angle it was protruding from him, I assumed he was at least partially aroused. I’d seen enough for the moment. As Tom had said, we had plenty of time.
I stepped under the water to wet my face. Tom turned on the shower to the left of me, and Charlie started the one to my right. Hmm, I wondered, so how was this going to work? I took some soap from one of the wall-mounted canisters and lathered myself up a bit, and they followed suit. I was trying to watch both of them as they rubbed their hands over their bodies. They were rather beautiful creatures, I caught myself thinking. “Let me get your back, Annie,” Charlie said, and now I noticed how different he looked without his glasses. Yes, my back I thought, but I didn’t say a word. I just turned my back to him.
He started rubbing my back with the lather, and it felt wonderful. I stepped away from the water. Tom took some more soap and wrung his hands into a lather. Conveniently, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and ran my fingers into my hair. Tom started with my breasts, and then ran his hands up and down my sides while Charlie stroked my back and bottom. I kept my arms up, and I closed my eyes and moaned in a sensuous, relaxed tone. Four hands gliding over my slippery skin, glistening and wet.
Charlie’s hands strayed to the front of my hips, and he pulled me against him ever so gently. His perceptibly swollen, but still not fully erect penis slid up against my bum and settled between my cheeks. It was pointing straight up, and I could feel it growing firmer and longer, until the head of his penis was against the small of my back. His hands pressed against my pubic hair. Tom’s hands caressed my breasts. Charlie lowered himself by spreading his legs and slowly rubbed up against me. I wanted to feel his large, hot penis, and I reached behind me. He took a step back, and took him in my right hand. I could barely close my hand around its size, and even with a full grip on it, there were at least three or four inches to spare. His erection felt like it would take two hands comfortably.
I turned sideways between them, and reached for Tom’s penis with my other hand, hoping I would find it full and hard. It was. Tom’s erection fit comfortably in my hand, with just enough extra length to allow for short, quick stroking motions. Charlie’s, on the other hand (so to speak), was large enough that it required long, deliberate strokes. The soap made it slippery, and allowed the skin slide through my grip.
I stroked them both, and now each of them had one hand on a breast and the other on my ass. As I stroked them, I pressed the heads of their penises against my hips. Tom slipped his soapy hand into the crack of my ass and pushed it down and forwards between my legs. My twat was steamy with excitement, and I spread my legs just a bit to give him better access. Two of Tom’s fingers slid into me, gently, slowly. His thumb pressed against my anus, and I shivered unexpectedly. I encouraged them both by stroking them more vigorously. The hand Charlie had on my breast began a leisurely decent over my tummy, pausing at the little pooch under my bellybutton. “Mmmmm,” I moaned to spur them on. “This feels great.”
I gripped them both more firmly, squeezing their members with appreciation. Charlie’s hand found its way over my mound, and he tickled the folds over my clit with the tips of his fingers. I swayed back and forth, first pressing myself against Tom’s hand, then Charlie’s.
Incredibly, it felt as if Charlie’s penis was growing even harder and longer in my hand, and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to feel the hot length of him between my legs. I wanted to ride his shaft, and have the tip of it rubbing back and forth over my clit. And then I wanted him to enter my pussy from behind, carefully, very slowly, until I could feel him pressing deep inside me, pressing against the very center of my body.
I let go of Tom’s penis, and turned myself so that they both pulled their hands away from me. I turned my back to Charlie and pushed my hand down to the base of his penis, and then I guided him between my legs. At first he seemed to want to push himself into me, and I whispered out, “Not yet, baby.”
He grabbed my hips and I took my hand away from him and straightened up. I looked down at the front of my body, and I could see the red and shiny head of Charlie’s penis barely protruding from between my legs, and I gave it a tweak. Then I reached out for Tom’s shoulders, and he was kind enough to brace me by holding me under my arms. By arching and unarching my back ever so slightly, I was rubbing the length of my twat against Charlie’s rock hard cock. He accentuated the motion with his grip on my hips. I brought my legs together firmly, squeezing him. I could feel the tension as his penis tried to arch upwards. It was as if he could have lifted me off the ground with it . “Hmmm… I like this, baby,” I groaned out. What was it with this “baby” crap?
The mist from the showers was filling the room like a steam bath, and I was sweating with the tension of my grinding exertions. Within time, and without really thinking about it, I found myself leaning forward. I wanted him to enter me, to slowly press his wondrous hunk of a cock into my anxious pussy. I looked at Tom half pleadingly, half appreciatively, hoping he would understand what I was trying to convey, even if I wasn’t quite sure what that was. I put my hands on Tom’s hips and my head against his chest, and Charlie began to press into my steamy vagina. Tom was almost too slippery to hang onto. My face was pressed hard against his chest, and as I grabbed him around the waist he took a step closer to me. Charlie was an inch or two into me. He started a back and forth motion and I tried to neutralize his efforts by rocking with him.
“Nice and slow, nice and slow,” I pleaded. “Uh huh, nice and slow,” Charlie responded.
And then it was like I wanted it – like I had imagined it. Three inches, four inches, five, six, slowly his heavy shaft pressed into me. My vagina was tight from his size, swollen and tender from the hotness of it all, but willing and receptive. He was filling me, and when I had expected my ass to come to rest against his body, it wasn’t there, and he filled me some more. Finally I could feel the wetness from his pubic hair press against my bottom. I pressed against him, and he pulled at me hips. Still deeper he went, to a place I had not felt before.
I started to slip down Tom’s wet body, and instinctively I grabbed his penis to steady myself. He let out a groan, and when I had regained my balance, I began to stoke him. His cock quickly filled with blood and stood at attention. Charlie would pull almost all the way out of me, and then slowly push himself into me, and I stayed with this rhythm as I massaged Tom’s throbbing erection. I was steady now, and Tom relaxed his grip under my arms and began to stroke and kneed my breasts. I kissed his chest. I suckled at his tight, small nipple. I ran one hand over his firm, flexed buttocks while I stroked his dick more vigorously with the other.
My pussy felt wider and looser than it had ever felt before, and yet Charlie filled me completely. He was thrusting at me now, and the friction and the heat made me dizzy. I wanted to feel his body slap against my ass as he pounded into me, but he seemed too long, and then it was like muscles loosened in my center, muscles that I never knew I had, and he was completely inside of me. He thrust into me powerfully and deeply, and now I could feel his body thud into the flesh of my ass, his balls swinging between my legs, slapping against my clit, his dickhead slamming into my cervix.
My head jerked and bounced against Tom’s chest, and I gripped his cock and flailed at him in rhythm. All three of us were grunting and groaning and making silly animal sex noises. And then I could tell that Charlie was about to come, and I didn’t want that to happen. Please, not yet, I thought. I didn’t want the fucking to stop.
“Don’t come inside me. Don’t come yet,” I cried out in what must have sounded like a whimper.
Charlie slowed his pace, leveled off, and all of a sudden I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I was trembling. I wanted it to feel the way it had felt – hard, wild thrusting, and I didn’t care for how long so long as it was now.
“Never mind. Go ahead. Fuck me! Please fuck me.”
Charlie thrust harder and faster than he had before. I was pushing myself against him now, rocking against him, pushing off Tom as I did. I let go of Tom’s penis and wrapped my arms around his waist. I held on to Tom for dear life, and bless his soul, he stood firm and gripped me by the shoulders and pushed me into Charlie with each thrust. Over and over again, Charlie banged into me with powerful thrusts, each one filling me more fully and completely then the one before it. I was bending and straightening my knees, thrusting myself back against him as he pressed into me. Faster and stronger we went at each other.
