This is the second part of a two part story. The two parts are best read in order and together.
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The girls' names were Catherine, who turned out to be 21 and I'd just enjoyed fucking, and Agnes, who was 18 and a virgin who I was about to deflower in my own time.
Catherine was lying on her side behind me, her breasts pressed up against my back and her arm draped loosely over my shoulder. I felt the satisfaction I only get when I know I've given a woman a really good time. I could still taste her pussy on my tongue, and the scent of her perfume mingled with her sweat, the sweet smell of her pussy juices on my fingers and a faint smell of my own semen (which I could imagine still dribbling out of her cunt behind me).
Agnes came and lay down facing me. Her pubic hair glinted with moisture where she'd been playing with herself. I moved my hand onto her hip, where her naked profile was widest, and traced it slowly up her body -- down into the gentle curve and valley of her waist and then back up above her plump tits and then onto her shoulder to touch her perfectly smooth cheek.
"You are beautiful," I smiled at her.
"You will take me now?" she smiled back, eager to experience what she'd just seen her friend enjoy so much.
"No," I said "I need a rest, and so do you and Catherine. Let's lie here a while first, then we can enjoy a second round." I stroked her cheek gently with the back of my fingers, and she closed her eyes.
When I woke up, there was the sound of a shower running from the other side of the flat. Catherine had disappeared, and Agnes was lying in the same place looking at me with questioning eyes, her hand lightly playing with my erect cock.
"You fuck me now?" she asked again.
Girls asking me to fuck them almost always makes me hard, particularly when they're holding my cock in their hand, naked and looking as gorgeous as Agnes. It was difficult not to be tempted, but I'd already had a better idea, and I wanted to enjoy fucking her at least as much as I had enjoyed her older friend.
"A little patience, and it will be better," I promised. "This will be a special fuck for you and for me, as it's your first time. Go and join Catherine in the shower, and I'll come soon."
I watched hungrily as her pert white arse disappeared around the corner, her hair falling loosely down the smooth skin of her back. Then I got up and checked everything was ready in the bedroom. I opened a chilled bottle of white wine, put it and three glasses next to the bed and walked through into the shower room.
The two girls were in the shower, laughing together. Catherine was washing Agnes's back. Their young bodies shone with the water cascading from above, the curves of their wet breasts and thighs reflecting the bathroom lights, which in turn emphasized their smoothness. Both girls' breasts were ripe, full and firm; standing taut above their flat bellies and topped with neat, dark and semi-erect nipples.
My eyes wandered slowly over the rest of their glistening flesh. Catherine had the slightly fuller of their two near perfect figures; her thighs and arse were slightly broader and her hair was wet now and pasted to her back. As her hands moved over her friend's body and she half-turned towards me I caught glimpses of her dark pink pussy, crinkled labia interrupting and highlighting the shaven curve between her legs, the water flowing down her belly and back to focus there and then dripping directly down between her tidy feet.
Agnes had kept her hair dry and turned now to face Catherine, holding the shower head in one hand and directing the water to flow over her friend's tits. Catherine grinned and started to soap Agnes' tits in return with her hands, rotating and kneading them firmly so Agnes smiled and pushed forward slightly to give her a better feel. I could see her nipples hardening as Catherine's fingers made soapy circles and pressed into her warm and eager flesh.
Catherine knew exactly what she was doing. Having thoroughly soaped Agnes's breast and made sure the nipple was fully hard, her right hand moved gently but firmly downwards, making a neat line of soap bubbles across Agnes' belly before disappearing purposefully between Agnes's legs. I couldn't see what her fingers were doing, but Agnes jumped, slightly, before relaxing back onto Catherine's probing hand.
Catherine was soon moving her hand backwards and forwards, thoroughly soaping Agnes's pussy and pubic hair. Agnes started to make a low moaning sound, and her head went backwards slightly, eyes half closed. Catherine took the shower head from her fingers and turned it around to point at Agnes's breasts, keeping her other hand playing with Agnes's pussy. She turned to me and held out the showerhead, smiling:
"I think it is your turn now, monsieur."
I held out a bath towel for Catherine, and swapped it for the shower head and a handful of Agnes's pussy as I stepped into the shower and Catherine stepped out.
"There is some wine in the bedroom," I said to Catherine. "Stay naked and we'll join you there shortly."
My right hand was stroking Agnes's wet pussy -- I worked my fingers back from her opening to locate her clitoris and then pushed rhythmically against her in time with her moans, all the time playing the shower over her tits and front. Concentrating on rinsing the soap off her body focused me on the perfection of her skin and figure as I followed the water across every dimple in the shiny roundness and curve of her breasts and belly, then down her thighs and calves.
Her legs were starting to quiver slightly as I kept my fingers playing with her pussy, but I slowed down as I finished rinsing the last of the soap from between her legs and withdrew my hand. Her next orgasm could wait a little longer.
She looked at me questioningly, but I handed her the shower and told her it was her turn to wash me.
"it is good for you to get to know my cock before my cock gets to know you," I said, and then as an afterthought, "your pussy needn't feel it's missing out: in a few minutes you will be getting everything you want and more."
Agnes did as she was told, although her directional control of the showerhead was a bit random because her eyes were constantly moving to look at my growing erection.