by Katy Kaylee
“You’re only feeling the very tip of the iceberg,” I said into the skin of her back. How was it possible that she was so soft all over? I wanted to bury my face into her and never come up for air. “Are you ready for me to move?”
I felt her center flutter over me a little as she adjusted, and I had to grip her hips like a lifeline to stop from mindlessly rutting into her. What was this woman doing to me!? Whatever it was, I loved it.
“I… I think so.”
“Only one way to find out, I suppose.”
I slid out cautiously, watching the pink of her lower lips follow me for a bit, then I slid back in all the way to the hilt. Another cry flew from her mouth as she lurched forward a bit, but then Xavier was there, supporting her and pushing her back into position.
When she settled, I took that as my cue and thrust again. Then again. She let out the most delicious little noises each time, and I could feel her body opening up to me as I picked up the pace.
It didn’t take long until I was pounding into her, holding nothing back as she took all of me again and again and again. The sounds out of her mouth were straight pornographic, and I almost wanted to record them so I could never forget the whines, moans and outright cries.
My fingers bit into the soft expanse of her hips, white and then red around each of my digits. She would probably have little marks there the next day, maybe even a couple of bruises, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.
In fact, she was singing my praises.
“Just like that,” she gasped as my teeth had locked onto one of her shoulders for a little love bite. Nothing that would be able to be seen with a sensible office outfit on, but something to let her know that I had been there. “Mark me!”
I didn’t need to be asked twice, and I moved my mouth to a different spot so I could kiss, suck and eventually worry it with my teeth as I rutted mindlessly into her.
From my new angle, I could see that Xavier was hard again, watching us with rapt attention. He looked more mind-blown than I had ever seen him, and that earned a deep chuckle from me.
Gripping Tabitha’s hand, I put it on his length. She got my meaning instantly and began to shuttle her fist up and down his cock, her hot breath panting across the sticky mess.
“Fuck!” he gasped, bucking up into her hold. That somehow seemed to spur me on harder and I hammered into her with all I had.
It didn’t take long for the three of us to dissolve into a sloppy sort of rhythm. All of us were breathing hard and I felt like I was going to lose it at any moment. But not before Tabitha did. I wanted her to come on me more than I wanted air itself.
For the first time since I entered her, I let go of one of her hips and reached around her, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. I let my index finger and ring finger slide down along either side of it, and the cry that filled the room was pure sin. I stimulated her that way for several thrusts before finally sliding my middle finger right on top of it in tight circles.
That was what broke the dam, and within seconds she was coming around me, clamping down so hard on me that breathing was out of the question. Her whole body tensed under me, milking me, and soon I was losing myself too, hearing the animalistic sort of roar I let unintentionally let out.
It was too much, too intense, and I was only barely aware of Xavier letting out the exclamation of his own orgasm. The three of us were locked there, completely inundated with our climaxes. Or at least that was what I assumed considering my entire brain seemed dedicated to processing what the hell I was feeling.
It was like someone had shocked me in the sweetest way possible, and I just let it wash over me. It only lasted a few seconds, but to my mind it was solid minutes of undiluted ecstasy. It had never been like that with anyone before.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I came to my senses. Looking over Tabitha and Xavier, they both looked so thoroughly fucked that I couldn’t help but feel a rumble of pride. I had done that. This show had been mine to direct and they were both looking very satisfied.
It felt cruel to disentangle myself from them, and they both let out a groan when I did, but I knew I had to. Quickly, I retreated to the bathroom and wiped myself down before grabbing two washcloths and wetting them with warm water.
I returned, handing one to Xavier and going about cleaning Tabitha myself. She had rolled onto her side next to my friend, so it was easy to turn her. I wiped her face, then under her chin, and her hand, before reversing the folded cloth and taking care of her center. She winced ever so slightly when I did, and I froze.
“Are you alright?” I asked. Although I liked to take and plunder, I didn’t like to harm. If I had somehow-
“Just a little tender,” she whispered, cheeks flaming crimson. How funny that anything could embarrass her considering what we had just done. “You’re not exactly small.”
“Oh please,” Xavier said from beside her, rolling so he could wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her cheek. “You’re going to give him a big head.”
“If his head was any bigger, I don’t think I could take it.” Both Xavier and I groaned at the pun but that just made Tabitha look even more pleased.
“You shush now,” Xavier said, taking the washcloth from my hand and tossing them into the corner of the room somewhere. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself, but then Tabitha was opening her arms to me.
“Come snuggle.”
I looked to Xavier again, wondering if he still wanted me there in his California King, but he just shrugged as usual. If he was willing to roll with it, then so was I, and I slid into her arms like I was supposed to be there.
And who knew, maybe I was. Because it was like that, all three of us connected, that we melted together into sleep.
Tabitha
Images of stacked bodies flush with my own soft curves played through my mind as I woke up the next morning. If it weren’t for the sound of Xavier and Samson both snoring on either side of me, I would’ve assumed I had another sex dream about not just one, but both of my bosses.
Thankfully, it was all real, and instead of being frustrated, I felt a delicious sort of satisfaction that could only come from a thorough and competent night of sex.
But there was a sharp sort of counter point to the satiation, a soreness that throbbed through me from my thighs up to my shoulders. It seemed that I might have been a little overambitious in how much my body was able to handle. Three orgasms in one night was a lot, and being eaten out, then fingers, then well and truly plowed by Samson’s impressive dick certainly wasn’t like masturbation.
Oh man, thinking about Samson’s dick made me clench up, resulting in a wave of both pleasure and pain. While Xavier was longer and straight as an arrow. Samson was felt like he was as thick as a soda can and had an upward curve to him that rubbed just right inside of me. He’d gone deeper than I swore anyone could go, stretched me further than I thought was possible, and I wouldn’t be opposed to taking it all again.
By body throbbed again at that and I winced. Maybe I could use a little break before I got ahead of myself.
Letting my eyes open, I looked to the two of them, so utterly pleased with how things had gone. They had both been so very thorough and attentive and definitely knew how to treat a woman. Of all the threesomes I could have had, I don’t think they could be more perfect than what I had experienced with them.
My stomach rumbled and my throat ached, my tongue dry from so much sleep. I began toying with the idea of sneaking off to shower, but I became very aware of the weight of Xavier’s leg draped over my own. God, he was jacked. It was strange how I was reminded of that from the smallest of things. Although the weight of his muscles pressing into my own thick thighs certainly wasn’t all that small.
As carefully as I could, I moved his leg and climbed down the end of the bed with no opposition from the two of them. I froze for a moment as one of them stopped snoring, but when nothing happened for a few moments, I let myself continue.
I wandered out into the hall, wonderi
ng if I would have a hard time finding the bathroom, but I spotted the open door just a little across the wide space. Thank goodness Samson had gone and gotten us washcloths the previous night, otherwise I might have never been able to spot it.
The bathroom itself was just as much of a carefully designed work of art as the rest of the place, probably half as big as the bedroom and in the same color scheme. The shower was magnificent, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the ones in their offices were anything like this. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
I walked up to the shower, which took up a good half of the giant room and had two showerheads. There were benches on either side and an inset shelf with dozens of bottles. I guessed that they weren’t all for Xavier or Samson when I saw body wash in cucumber melon, strawberries and hypoallergenic non-scented along with matching shampoos and conditioners. I remembered Xavier mentioning over dinner that his eldest sister was allergic to so many things when he was younger that he was a bit paranoid about anyone having a bad reaction in his place.
The thought made me smile as I pictured him carefully picking out what to stock his bathroom with in case he had a lady visitor. He really was a thoughtful guy. But then thinking about him stocking the shower just made me think about him in the shower and I felt myself blush. The large glass doors didn’t offer much privacy, meaning I would certainly be able to see everything. But after the night before, modesty didn’t seem like anything I should’ve cared about.
As I stepped in past the glass, I was hit by the scent of all his luxury soaps and shampoos. It was notably colder in the closed shower than the rest of the bathroom, so I hurried to turn on the hot water and try and melt away some of the stiffness in my muscles. Although I considered myself a smart woman it took a minute longer than I was willing to admit to turn on the shower. I felt like some sort of engineer at NASA trying to figure out how a rocket ship worked. Why did a shower need four dials???
The dual shower heads surprised me even though I had already made note of them, and I was hit with a twin powerful jets of water on either side of me. As I yelped and turned to face the wall, I pleasantly imagined that Xavier would have cracked a joke at my expense while Samson would have caught me and chided me to be careful. My face filled with heat once I realized that I could already tell and appreciate the differences in their personalities so easily.
The hot water blasting from both sides felt absolutely divine, although I had a few spots that hurt when the harder stream of water passed over them. I felt myself heat up in my core, remembering how those spots were bruised, the memory of Samson holding me so still, hard fingers digging in to my soft sides.
I knew some women hated things like that, but I loved it. They were proof that what had happened was real. That I was wanted to fiercely and completely. I ran my own fingers over all of the marks, relishing the soft kiss of discomfort at my probing.
The men should be out for a while. I had been contemplating my own round two before they woke up and quickly decided against it. My vagina, for all the hard work she did, needed a bit of a rest.
I wandered to the small bench where several bottles were laid out apart from the ones in the inset shelf and mused over which one to use. I went through a couple bottles that seemed a bit more feminine, not sure if either man would be as appreciative if I smelled like one of them, or if they would even notice the difference. Some men went crazy when a woman had their scent on her, but when two men are involved, would it work the same way?
I didn’t know, and I hadn’t even thought of it before. For how easily our three bodies seemed to fit together, all the peripheral stuff sure was complicated.
While in my reverie over what soap to use, I had failed to notice the shower door open and close, and got caught by surprise when the jet behind me was interrupted only to be replaced with the warmth of another body pressing into mine.
I gasped and took a step away from the body, all the way out of the hot water. Instantly, I felt my skin prickle up into goosebumps and my nipples hardened once I hit the cold air.
Turning, I saw none other than Xavier standing there, looking me with an expression that was both mischievous and charming. He certainly didn’t appear as sore and unkept as I had felt mere minutes ago. In fact, he looked like he’d had a pleasant sleep rather than coming twice all over me while his friend had rutted into me from behind.
Holy shit.
I had sex with two of the most attractive men I have ever laid eyes on.
At the same time.
I looked him over, remembering how it felt to have his hands holding me steady, feeling his mouth against mine. His eyes were half lidded, although I wasn’t sure if it was morning arousal or if he hadn’t quite woken all the way up. I grabbed the closest bottle and poured shampoo in my hand to lather into my hair as I stepped closer and back into the stream of water. With my back to him, I found my voice again after what felt like forever.
“So, did you forget I was here, or do you always have a habit of sharing a shower with your guests?” I raised my arms to put the liquid in my hair and he caught them, chuckling low in my ear.
“My guests don’t usually stick around for a shower to begin with, and I don’t make a habit of falling asleep naked in a bed with my best friend,” He slid his hands down my arms and held on to my sides, pulling me a step closer so he was flush with my body once more. Close enough I could feel his breath on my ear when he spoke. “And you certainly aren’t a woman I could forget so quickly.
“If you were, the three of us wouldn’t be here.” The huskiness in his voice had made the slight French accent more apparent.
I felt the press of his erection already in the small of my back and wondered if I would even be able to condition my hair before we were sidetracked. Or even if we’d be sidetracked at all. Trying to stay focused, I brought my hands down in front of me and rinsed the shampoo off of my hands. Then, I set one of my palms on top of his on my side and reached for the shower wand with my other.
The height difference between us meant my legs weren’t getting very much water with where the showerhead had been aimed. I used it as an opportunity to run the stream of water over the front of my body. At that point, I had already been aroused but the feeling of his erection sliding down and nudging forward to press between my thighs, and the water pressure beating against me led to a small moan that I hadn’t been expecting. I pressed back into him, which elicited a hazy sort of grunt from him as well.
“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling me even tighter against him with both hands. I dropped the wand, sending water spraying all over our feet, and braced a hand against the wall so I could nod. I wanted to tell him how okay this was, and how much I craved him then, but I couldn’t find my voice.
It was so easy to slip under with these two! To end up drowning in pleasure and sensations that I never thought were possible. It was like they knew just what to do to override the unsure and self-conscious parts in me, leaving just the good stuff.
Like my body had a mind of its own, my arms reached out, finding purchase on the wall to I could press back against Xavier’s built form. In the process of bracing myself, I bent over just enough so that I felt the tip of him nudge slightly against the heat between my legs. I moved one leg out further to give him more room, and he took the cue to push forward a bit as well, the slick of my arousal and his garnering little resistance from either of us.
I hissed at his intrusion, the soreness of my body protesting at first, but quickly falling away as it got with the program. I wanted this. I wanted this so badly. And Xavier seemed to know that, taking his time and drawing it out so he could make sure that not a single part of my anatomy was protesting.
The teasing was maddening for me and he wasn’t even reaching the most sensitive parts of me. I couldn’t imagine it would feel if he just let go and rutted against me with wild abandon like Samson. But that wasn’t his style, so many I could take charge and be a little more proactive.
Yeah,
that sounded like the right idea. I took the hand I had resting on his to reach forward and give myself some more stimulation. The positioning was a bit difficult, but I was able to lean my way forward and balance, which gave him more room and allowed me to rub at that heated button. Shower sex was always glorified, but never for bigger bodies. It was something taboo. Something I wasn’t supposed to be allowed. All I was supposed to be good for was shameful doggy style where someone didn’t have to look at my face.
But it wasn’t like that with either of them. In fact, both Samson and Xavier seemed to get off on seeing my face and the pleasure that no doubt marched across it. Mr. Mannon had been staring at me intently the entire time I had gone down on him the other night, and when he came all over my chin, his eyes had never left mine.
The thought of that expression caused another wave of pleasure in me. Wanting to take advantage of the surge, I used my longest finger to run small concentric passes over the bundle of nerves. My body jerked every time, but Xavier kept his grip steady on me, so I pushed a bit harder. His member never faltered, sliding between my slick, lower lips but never once starting to enter me. I wanted him inside.
The sound of him as he made small grunts behind me and the feeling of his hands gripping my sides tighter only fed the lust that’d been building inside me to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please. Just do it”. I moved my hand away from between my legs to stabilize myself more against the wall. He pulled my hips out father away from the partition so I was near parallel with the floor.
“Are you sure about this? You’re not too sore from yesterday?” I felt him press against my entrance hesitantly as he waited for a reply. I almost wanted to reach behind and smack him. The concern was endearing and only filled me with more of a want. A vicious, unrelenting ache for him to be inside me again. He was genuinely attracted to me and cared about my wellbeing, on top of being able to bring me to orgasm within an inch of my life. Or at least what felt like it.
