"You please me—both of you—and I want to continue playing with you. You have had a small taste of the way I like to play. Tell me, did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, yes! Very much!" Yazmín answered first, clearly enthusiastic.
"Yes, I did too," I said quietly. He gave me time to reflect. I looked up at him, and he raised his eyebrows, silently imploring me to continue. "Well, it's just that... It was fun. In fact, it was very fun. Don't get me wrong, I liked it. It's just that I have never done anything like that before. You really pushed my boundaries last night. Sometimes it was embarrassing, uncomfortable, and even a bit humiliating. It was amazing in other ways—and sexy, very sexy. In fact, it was downright hot! But you really forced me to push through my comfort zone."
"Perhaps it was the breaking of the boundaries that you enjoyed most of all." He stared at me until I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. I turned toward Yazmín. She was biting her lip and her eyes were sparkling. "Consider that for a moment. I will clean up the kitchen while you two can clean up in the bathroom." He scooted back his chair, stood up in his apron, and picked up our plates. His back was broad and he looked strong. We both watched his cute butt as he began to wash. We glanced at each other, smiled, and headed to the bathroom.
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My attention shifted as we entered the bathroom. We took turns peeing and brushing our teeth. He seemed to be prepared for us; he had set out guest toothbrushes, hair brushes, and even make-up wipes. I was a bit horrified when I looked at myself in the mirror. My make-up from the night before was smeared all over my face. My hair, as expected, was a tangled mess. I certainly looked the part of someone who had been thoroughly fucked and was doing the walk of shame the morning after. I also became aware that my thighs were caked with the crust of dried cum. Yazmín caught me looking at my crotch and legs. "Me too. Come on." She smiled and grasped my hand. "Let's shower."
The walk-in shower was quite large and had detachable nozzles on either end. I followed her inside and closed the glass door behind me. The hot water felt divine. We stood there for a while, letting it run over our bodies as the steam filled the space. I allowed my eyes to roam over her naked backside.
Wow!
She was toned, well-proportioned, and her skin was flawless. Her ass was so damn sexy! I was filled with an urge to squeeze her cheeks in my hands. I turned around to face the nozzle to prevent myself from spontaneously acting on my desire.
When I turned around again, she was facing me. Her eyes looked back up and she smiled guiltily. Was she checking out my ass too? She mouthed, "Oops. Caught!" and batted her eyes. She
was
checking me out! Then she looked down to my breasts, paused, and continued down my stomach to my crotch where her eyes stopped. This time, she made no attempt to disguise what she was looking at.
I allowed my eyes to do the same. Her tits were amazing: they were very firm and perky for being so full. Despite their heft, they sat high on her chest, even without a bra. Her dark areolas were perfectly proportioned, and her nipples stuck out invitingly. Her torso was small, so her figure curved out at her boobs, in at her flat stomach, and out again at the hips. Her mound was naked except for the landing strip that directed my gaze down to the Y at her crotch. Her slit was smooth and her outer lips were rounded and dark pink. Her inner lips were lighter where the petals flowered out, and I could see bright pink lower down, promising something tantalizing inside.
Her movement broke the spell. She stepped toward me and said, "Turn around and let me wash your hair." I nodded and turned. It felt nice to have her fingers massaging the shampoo into my scalp. Then she removed the nozzle and rinsed it clean. She did the same with the conditioner. I wondered how many women staying the night it had taken for a man with short hair to stock conditioner and the other beauty supplies we had used earlier. Oh, well. I wasn't jealous; after all, we had only met last night, and threesomes certainly aren't exclusive! When she was done, she spun me around and said, "Do me."
We crossed the shower to the other nozzle. I washed and conditioned her hair as she had done mine. I enjoyed the sensation of running my fingers through her wet hair and the sense of comradery of taking care of each other.
"Now, let me clean your body thoroughly." She lathered up her hands with soap and started to rub it all over my skin. She started on my left hand, went up my arm to my shoulders, where she massaged me for a bit, and then down the other arm to my right hand. She covered my back and then worked her way down to my butt. There, she massaged my ass for a long time - much longer than necessary. It felt really good and more than slightly erotic. I felt her try to move my cheeks apart, but her soapy hands couldn't get a grip. She whispered into my right ear, "Spread your ass cheeks like you did last night." My pulse sped up, and my breathing became more rapid. I tried to answer, but nothing came out. Slowly, I grabbed my buns and pulled them apart. I felt her slippery hand slide slowly down my crack until it came to my asshole. She whispered into my left ear, "You want to be presentable back there, don't you?" I nodded as she rubbed around my anus. "Nice and clean," she continued as her finger circled. "Outside..." her voice was husky, "and now inside too." With that, she pushed the tip of her soapy finger into my asshole.
"Ohh!" I exclaimed involuntarily. She pulled her finger back and then slid it back in, deeper this time. "Ohh, ohh!" She surprised me and I didn't know what to think. No one had ever done this to me before.
"Keep spreading your cheeks apart. Breathe slowly and deeply. And relax your sphincter muscle. Just accept me inside you." She continued the pattern of sliding in and out, going a little deeper each time. My asshole wanted to clamp closed when she would pull out, but I tried to do as she said, and in the moment when I would relax, she would thrust deeper, making me grunt. Eventually, she got her finger all the way in. I felt her wiggle it around a bit, and then she pulled it all the way out. "Keep 'em spread wide open." She aimed the nozzle at the center my butt and a jet of hot water pelted my asshole. A moment later, she stood up and said, "There we go, nice and clean." Then she spun me around, adding, "Now for the front."
She lathered up her hands again, and began to massage my breasts. It felt good to have her play with my boobs. She tried to pinch my nipples, but her soapy fingers couldn't get a good grip. Nevertheless, I was getting really turned on by her attention to my tits. I was silently rooting for her success. She eventually resorted to flicking my nipples until they were fully erect. I started to moan softly and closed my eyes. Then she slid her hands downward across my belly, my hips, and then continued down the outside of my legs. She slowly worked her way up the inside of my legs. When she slid over my knees, she said, "Open wider so I can clean last night's mess off your beautiful thighs." I inhaled deeply and stepped outward with one leg and then the other. She was squatting in front of me and her face was inches from my pussy. She leaned her forehead against my mound. My eyes were shut tight as the water rushed down my face, drowning out my moans. The blood pounded louder in my ears the closer her fingers got to my crotch. Her fingertips touched the outside of my vulva and slowly spread my outer lips apart. "Wider," she demanded. My knees felt weak, but I placed my feet farther apart. "Good girl," she said.
Suddenly, I felt a cock pushing against my labia! "Ahh," I gasped. I was so caught up in what Yazmín was doing to my body, that I didn't notice that Lance had entered the shower too. I turned my neck to look at him. The sight of his naked body caused me to gasp. His torso was well-defined, with prominent pecs and enticing abs. I wanted to rub my hands all over him from head to toe. Before I could move, however, his arms wrapped around my waist and his hands slid up my stomach until his hands cupped my boobs.
"Mmm. Clean girls getting dirty. Or is it dirty girls getting clean? Either way, it's very nice. Stand up, Yazmín. Hand her the soap. Now, Layla, I want you to wash her. Ensure that every inch of her body is clean. Begin with her back." She turned around and I began to clean her thoroughly and sensually, just as she had done to me moments earlier. He kept up his slow thrusts along the outside of my slit, which would have been very wet even if we weren't in the shower. When I had completed her back, he ordered her to turn and I began to soap up her chest. As I caressed her boobs, she shut her eyes and moaned. Her tits were very soft and heavy; her skin was smooth, resilient, and flushed. As she had done, I tried to pinch her nipples, but they were too slippery to gain purchase, so I flicked them with my fingers just as she had done to me. She clearly enjoyed it as much as I did. We were both moaning now.
Lance continued to grasp my tits, mirroring what my hands were doing with Yasmín's breasts. The entire time, he slowly pushed his dick along my slit from behind. I was groaning. I kept hoping that the next slow thrust would slip inside my pussy, but he seemed to enjoy keeping me on the edge. I could tell he was turned on too, not only because his dick was big and hard, but also by his heavy breathing in my ear. It was challenging to concentrate on what I was doing to her.