Chapter 3: Love Making, Love Taking
The musky smell of woman-cum permeated the room. Rachel finally climbed off me, with one final lick of my ear, and said "See you soon, sweetie."
While I was recovering – yes, it's true, 19-year-olds CAN get it up fairly quickly after blowing a load, but not THAT quickly – Sherry, Julie and Rachel gave me a sponge bath. They explained that they wanted me to feel clean when I fucked each of them; besides, no girl wants to screw a smelly guy. The body wash they used DID have a nice smell to it – like raspberries. The memory is the reason why I get nauseated today when I see raspberries; I won't eat them, nor will I use anything but good old Irish Spring in the shower.
They carefully sponged each part of my body, especially my penis. Julie, who was going next, got the "honor" of washing it. My erection had never gone down completely after I came inside Rachel, and Julie's washing it started to bring it back to life again. Julie said, "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to jump your bones right away. I want you to be back at full strength by the time we get down to business."
While washing my arms and legs, they also massaged them in order to prevent cramping. They even realized the straps were a little too tight and loosened them slightly so that there would be a bit more "give" and I could participate just a little.
The girls used soft towels to dry me off. Julie was the only one allowed to touch my penis, which she dried carefully, watching my erection grow back as she did so. Julie then sat down next to me on the bed – by now all three girls had removed their shirts and were naked as I was. Her pussy, which was glistening and yawning open, was just inches away from my right hand. She sensed how much she was teasing me, and moved it close enough that the tip of my middle finger could touch the opening. She started casually chatting with me as if it were just a normal day at the pool club.
"I really wish we never played 'let's get Mike hot and bothered.' I know, we were like sharks smelling blood, we just kept after you. I remember grabbing your ass in the pool last year – I know, 18- and 19-year-olds are supposed to be past those kinds of games - and my boyfriend at the time saw it and wanted to beat you up. I talked him out of it. He got really pissed – he was like 'What do you need ME for if you like HIM so much?'
"Honestly, I was kind of thinking the same thing. I wanted you for real, but you know, girls AREN'T supposed to chase after guys. But there was just something about you that I really liked, that I wanted to get to know. I know it sounds like I regret doing this. Maybe I do in a way. But this seemed like it was the only way I could have you the way I wanted you."
"I know that I'm going to be a lot gentler with you than Rachel was. Hers was an out-and-out assault – kind of like I remember MY first time having sex. I kind of attacked the guy, too. You and Rachel were done in ten minutes" – it seemed to me like it was hours – "and I want us to have a bit more time together.
