The hot water from above hitting our bodies did something, that made the sex better. I've had sex just about everywhere, but the best, in my mind, is the shower, whether it's with another woman, probing my pussy with tongue and fingers or a long hard cock, stretching my cunt.
I'm beginning to think that Manuel has had just as much of a crush on me, than I've had on him all these years. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms tightly holding onto his neck, Manuel forces his cock in me, fucking me without letup. We had to be fucking for at least two hours, from the balcony, to the floor, to the shower, it had to be two hours from the time of the first cum shot till now.
There is a lot that a woman can tell from the way a man fucks her. Like what his fantasies are, if he's a virgin and in the case of Manuel, if he watches too much porn. Although I didn't mind, every time Manuel climaxed, he'd shove me between his legs and drain his cock on my face. I got used to that, in the years since I've been fucking, I can count on one hand, how many times a man has cum in me. Plus at eighteen, I really didn't look forward to raising kids. You have to remember, this is way before, the wide use of condoms and since most of the time, I fucked women, birth control wasn't something that I took regularly, if at all.
Manuel sucks on my neck and pushes in me, my body sliding up and down the wet walls of the marble shower, I could feel his thick, long cock deep in me and for the first time in the hours of fucking, I fell his body twitching as he forces himself against me. He kisses me in the mouth and closes his eyes as he cums. "Fuck." He says softly as I lower my legs, allowing him to finish. He steps back away from me and runs his hands through his hair. "I...I've never been with anyone like you." He says in between breaths. I could have gone another round with him, but I didn't think he could handle me again. We washed, groping and kissing each other, eventually leaving the wet sex chamber. I dried off and lay on a divan on the patio, bathing in the sun, when Marie walks out and straddles me, waking me from a nap. "You fucking slut."
"What?"
"I'm just fucking with you. Manuel told me how you fucked him all morning."
She lifts up the white linen poncho she has on, reveling her naked bottom, as she grinds into me.
"What's up for today?" I ask.
"Shopping. I need a new bikini.
She leans down locking lips with me, our tongues playing with each other as I run my hands down her back until reaching her ass, stopping to dig into her cunt, with my fingers. She spreads her legs, for my fingers to be free to probe, moaning between licks and kisses. She stops from kissing me and leans up.
"What?" I ask.
"That, man. The one that was thrown from the train."
"What about him."
