"Enough," I said, watching Alison continue to eat Karen's pussy lips, "If you don't stop soon, we won't be able to watch the sunrise, never mind have a driving lesson before everyone and his dog is awake."
Karen carefully climbed off Alison's face. She glanced down at my semi-hard cock. "He looks like he's up for more," she laughed.
"Actually, I really need a break for a bit. I haven't cum that much since I first discovered masturbation. I don't think I've got anything left in my balls. It's all in your two pussies and mouths, I think," I answered.
"I could do with eating something other than pussy or cock," said Alison, sitting up on the bed.
"Meanies," pouted Karen, but something about the way she said it made me suspect that she could do with a break as well.
"OK," I said, "I can go back to my halls and have a quick shower, then we can go and get something to eat. Is that a plan?"
"Well, you could," said Alison, "or you could have a shower here. The bathroom's next door, and I don't think anyone will be up yet."
"Unless we woke them up," said Karen. "You both were a bit noisy when you came."
"Erm, pot, kettle," I laughed. "OK, I'll just have a quick rinse and then you can do the same."
"Ever done it in a shower?" Karen asked, that mischievous grin back on her face.
"Once," I said, "not the best experience. The water actually dries you out, so it's a bit uncomfortable, to be honest."
"Oh, I love to use the shower-head on my pussy," said Alison.
"You mean you cum with the shower head?" I asked. I'd used that shower before, never knowing that it'd been used as a "marital aid".
"Well, the spray kind of just gets me off," she answered. "You like it too, don't you, my dirty blonde?"
"I certainly do," said Karen. "You want to come and watch?"
"I thought we were aiming on going out," was all I could say. Although the idea of watching either or both cumming again was quite attractive.
"OK, spoilsport," Karen said, pouting. "Go on, go and have a quick rinse. We'll wait right here. Don't be long. You can take that towel hanging on the door, and there's shampoo in the bag there."
I grabbed the towel and bag, and opened the door - sure enough, there was no-one around. I quickly ducked into the bathroom, locking it behind me (I really didn't want anyone else coming in on me).
I took the shower head off its hook on the wall, and sniffed at it. Did it smell a bit pussy-like? Or was it just my imagination now I knew what it got used for?
I ran the water to get it nice and hot, and then quickly washed using the shampoo all over my body. A bit of a girly smell, but quite nice. As I soaped myself, my thoughts strayed back to the exploits in the bed. This was a great experience. Thinking about it I gently stroked my hardening cock again. Shit. I was so horny. I felt like a starving man at an "eat-all-you-want buffet."
Finishing my shower, I stepped out of the cubicle and towelled off. Then wrapped the towel around my waist to go back to the room. It wasn't quite long enough to wrap around me properly, and my penis was poking out of the gap. "It should be OK," I thought, "it's only next door."
I unlocked and opened the bathroom door. Shit. Rebecca from two doors down was standing there obviously waiting to use the bathroom too. She stepped back in shock, and then gasped as her gaze settled on my cock sticking out from the towel. Her face reddened, and she took another step backward.
"I'm.. I'm sorry," I garbled, "towel's not quite big enough." I stepped towards her to go past. Instead of looking away, she openly stared at my penis. "So that's what's been keeping the girls awake," she said, smiling.
"Sorry, did we wake you?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was standing here with a hard-on chatting to her as if it were normal.
"Well, you were a bit loud," she answered, "but once I came myself, I was able to sleep."
What the fuck did she just say? Was she admitting to having listened in on our sexy-time and it had turned her on? What was with the girls in this house? Something in the water?
She stepped to one side, and gestured for me to go past. As I did, she reached out and touched my cock with the tip of one finger, then put her finger to her lips. "You smell and taste nice," she said.
My penis twitched again, and I could feel a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. I began to seriously think about trying to touch her. What was wrong with me? I had two girls waiting for me, and here I was thinking about trying it on with a third.
Just at that point the door to Alison's and Karen's room opened, and Karen stuck her head out. "What's keeping you?" she asked, "oh, hi Becky. I didn't know you were up. Couldn't sleep?" Karen stepped out into the corridor, she'd put on a long t-shirt, but I could clearly see her nipples were still hard and poking through the material. Becky openly stared at her tits.
"Erm, no, something kept me awake. Or should I say someone, really. More than one someone to be exact," she said.
