I saw crude hanker in his eyes for me. It was very clear that Sharma became my fan and I won over him. Nevertheless, I have to win over the bald headed sexist who was very harsh on me verbally and physically. Therefore, I left the embrace of Sharma and lowered myself mashing my boobs against Ahmed's wide chest. Sharma followed me and rested his head on my back and his limp dick is touching my ass cheek. I licked Ahmed's nipple, clasped his limp cock in my hand and stroked it. Ahmed woke lazily and kissed my lips passionately. First time I saw passion with love in his eyes and not lust with authority.
Our bodies were sticky and smelling from the profuse sweat as the power went off. My lovers did not notice it as they are in heaven when their dicks were in my mouth.
"Why is it sweating so? Why didn't you switch on the AC?" Questioned Ahmed as his hand reached my breast, which is sticky with sweat and sperm of Sharma.
"The power is off and will come within an hour, my dear cockey, Let's have shower meanwhile and the first fuck under air-conditioner will be very nice," I kissed on his chest and quipped "I shall be referee for your fight for first fuck."
"oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!," Ahmed whimpered, "Soozee bitch is cooing!"
"I have a fantasy of fucking you in shower. Let me fulfill it," Sharma got up and spanked me, "Come on, let's go," he commanded. I got down from bed and stood.
"No it's my dream, let me go with her," objected Ahmed.
"So the quarrel starts for the first shower and not for the first fuck." I joked. They both giggled.
I continued, "Why not both of you get shower with your blooming slut." I smiled radiantly.
"Lo! The referee's decision is final." Ahmed admitted and got down from bed.
"You both sit here for a while. I'll go and check the shower and heat of the water and call you." I started walking to the attached bathroom as they sat on the edge of the bed and watching me gleefully. I discarded the vulgar out fits the pushed down blouse and the raised up skirt. I became emerge as stark naked and Lo! My Valentines did not allow me to wear any piece of cloth until they left in Monday morning.
"See the sashay of the slut, how fucking hot her buttocks are moving!" The first panegyric remark passed by Ahmed.
"I love to fuck that ass," Sharma replied.
"I never knead such delicate and yet tight knockers before!" Ahmed wheedled me.
"Yea, verrry tight buns she had up and down." Sharma complimented.
I turned my head back, acknowledged their encomiums, grinned at them triumphantly and entered the bathroom elegantly. I turned the knobs of hot and cold jets of the shower, checked the heat and checked the towels, soap and shampoo. I called them to come.
With their flaccid cocks dangling, they almost jumped into the shower room. I opened the shower and all of us stand beneath the shower. We were under the spray, groping and pressing together and deluged our selves. Then I stopped the shower and started applying soap to Ahmed's body. I applied soap to his face, neck, hands, armpits, tummy, and then to legs and finally I held his wand which is half-erect by now. I rubbed it with soap and stroked it.
Meanwhile, Sharma applied soap to my back and to my bum. I turned back to soap Sharma. Ahmed clung to me from rear and soaped my boobs and front part, while I am soaping Sharma thoroughly. I stood straight, turned to Ahmed and kissed his lips. Ahmed rubbed soap and inserted his two fingers in my vulva to clean it with soap. Simultaneously, Sharma infused two fingers with soap between my fannies.
I constricted my ante and post muscles and made it difficult to move even the soap soaked fingers in and out. By that time both the tubes were loaded with blood and fully erect and looking up. My tormentors turned to priests for worshiping my Angelic assets.
I took Ahmed's hot rod in my hands and exaggerated, "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Its sssooo big, my dear lover, your tool may tear my twat."
"I wanna fuck my slut's slit, right now; I can't wait till shower is over."
"Sure, the soap will provide the lubrication; otherwise I can't withstand your massive shaft in my tiny love hole." I acted fear.
"What about me? My shovel is also ready. I also can't wait to dig till shower is over," inquired Sharma.
"First is my Imthicocky and then your turn," I replied to Sharma.
"Lift your hands up and hold the pipe up there. Fuck me in standing position, my dear, lover." I instructed Ahmed.
Obediently he stretched both his hands and held the pipe as his fully erect cock was firmly wrapped in my fist. I moved to him. As our heights are same, his dick was on par with my twat. I rubbed his cock on my pussy lips and tried to implant it in my hole. This was the first of many fucks I was to receive this weekend from both of my fuckers. It was a fuck marathon.
The circumcised shaft slowly invaded my tight wet box and I took its base in my fist and rotated the bulbous in my vulva. Sharma could not withstand any more and he moved to my back. He attempted to insert his penis in my sphincter hole by separating my fannies.