Teachers' Pet
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It bothered me the first few times it happened. I would be naked in the shower or in my bra and panties leaning into the sink doing my makeup, and here would come Earl just bursting through the door like a little kid that had to pee so badly his knees were knocking. He wouldn’t even bother to close the door.
“What the fuck, Earl?” I screamed the first time it happened, cowering behind the clear, plastic shower curtain.
He glanced over casually and kept right on pissing. He shrugged and said, “Hey, Jude.” Like everyone did, he sang the words and giggled to himself, like I’d never heard that shit before. “Whatcha doin’?”
“I’m taking a shower!” I said again. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He shrugged and pissed. “Just leakin’ Little Earl. What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
His response made me grin, though I bit into my lip to keep from showing it. “I’m sorry, did you just say you were leaking Little Earl?”
He nodded his head without looking at me. He stared straight ahead at the wall and continued to hum. I glanced down and got my first look at what he called “Little Earl”. If that was Little Earl, I could only wonder what Big Earl would look like.
“Well, I’m taking a shower, you can’t just kick open the door and come in here,” I said, trying to cover my private parts with my hands and arms. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my body. To the contrary, I someday hoped to practice psychiatry in a nudist camp. The point was, Earl was Izzy’s man and Little Earl was Izzy’s cock. I had no business even being in the same room when that thing was out of Earl’s pants. The fact that we were in the same room virtually naked, was not all right in my book. I might be a hyperactive nymphomaniac, but I would never think about fucking my best friend’s boyfriend, at least not without her invitation to do so.
Before I could scream at him again, Izzy stuck her head in the door and yelled at him on behalf. “Goddammit, Earl, hurry up so we can leave! I’m fucking starving.” Izzy looked at me, cowering behind the shower curtain like nothing was out of the ordinary. She asked, “We’re going to Arby’s, Juju. You want anything?”
“Uh, a little privacy would be nice,” I said, frowning at her boyfriend who was still standing at the toilet with his cock out, humming, pissing like a racehorse. Jeez, how much had he had to drink?
“Don’t think they sell that at Arby’s,” Earl said.
“For fuck sake, Earl, come on!” Izzy roared. “Can’t you see Jude wants to shower without you pissing all over the place.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Earl shook off Little Earl and tucked him back inside his jeans. He took the time to wash his hands, then wiped his hands on his shirt as he lumbered out of the bathroom like it was no big deal.
The same thing happened the next week and the next. Soon, it became no big deal. Now, Earl can whip out Little Earl and pee right next to me without me even noticing. Weird what you can get desensitized to.
I filled the tub with steaming hot water and lavender bubble bath. I had already showered earlier before meeting Izzy, but I still felt icky, mainly because my pussy was continuing to ooze out the juicy remnants of things that had been deposited deep inside it during the night before. I had lost count of the number of orgasms I had had, and I knew Holden and Wynn had each cum inside me a couple of times. I was a squishy mess. And I freakin’ loved it!
I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror to look at myself for a moment. I was sure that my body would be covered with handprints and bruises from the night before with Holden and Wynn. Some of the sex got a little rough, but rough is what makes it fun for me.
Think about it. When there are just two people fucking, things can get pretty wild. When there are three of you, and two of those are huge, muscular men, pretty wild can quickly become freakin’ insane. I was manhandled and tossed around and bent into positions I didn’t know I could get into. They treated me like a human pretzel, but I gave as good as I got. I rode them both like a buckaroo at a rodeo and was pretty sure they both bore long scratches on their chests, backs, and asses from my sharp nails. I had probably left my teeth marks in them as well.
I put my hands on my hips and turned around to look myself up and down. My ass cheeks were still a little red from spankings and slaps, and my tits had a few red marks on them, but I was none the worse for wear. Any bruise or bitemark on my body was well-earned. And before this night was through, I would do my best to earn a few more.
I carefully stepped into the tub and lowered myself slowly into the hot water. It felt good on the muscles of my legs and when the hot water hit my twat, I smiled and sighed.
“Aah…” I moaned as I slowly lowered myself in. “That’s exactly what I needed.”
I lay back in the tub with the bubbles up to my neck. I leaned my head back against a folded wash cloth and closed my eyes. I was immediately at peace, my body totally relaxed. Little beads of sweat formed beneath my eyes. My nipples plumbed in the hot water. I could feel the juices oozing from between my legs.
My mind immediately began replaying the night before. I had a brain like a steel trap and a photographic memory. And what I couldn’t remember as fact, my imagination did a wonderful job of filling in the gaps.
I had brought a little toy into the bathroom with me. It was called a Pink Pussy Egg. It was a waterproof vibrator the size and shape of a small egg. Once turned on and lodged deep inside a woman’s pussy, it vibrated in a variety of waves and intensities, which you could feel not only inside your pussy and humming through your clit, but all through your entire body, like an inside-out massage. It was the most relaxing feeling I had ever experienced. I used the Pink Pussy Egg during those rare dry spells when I didn’t have a cock (or cocks) to keep me satisfied. And I used it at times like this when the dirty memories were keeping my pussy so wet that my panties squished when I walked.
My private “me time” was about to get a lot more interesting.
One of the things I had learned in psyche class was self-hypnosis; the ability to slow my breathing and clear my mind to go into a quiet, hypnotic state. I used self-hypnosis all the time to relax myself and drain stress from my body. I planned to use it now to pleasure myself.
I twisted the Pink Pussy Egg and it began to hum. I brought it to my pussy beneath the hot water, spread my legs, and slid it deep inside me, using one finger to get it in as far as it would go.
I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing as the vibrations began to hum throughout my body. The movie in my head began to play in vivid, living color as the fire deep inside my womb rekindled anew.
Chapter Nine: Jude
I remembered glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand in Holden’s bedroom. The red numbers read 02:48 AM. Holy shit… Wynn, Holden, and I had been going at it like banshees for nearly six hours, with short breaks to have a few glasses of wine, catch our breath, and to clean ourselves off before starting the next round. I was learning that you didn’t have marathon sex with two hot and horny guys without taking a break to clean up the mess now and then. And trust me, we made one hell of a mess.
Holden, Wynn, and I were laying on Holden’s bed, naked, sweating, and panting like greyhounds after a race. I was wedged between these two gorgeous men, massaging my own tits and enjoying the afterglow of yet another massive orgasm that had me squirting and gushing like a fire hose. If this kept up, Holden was going to need to buy a set of rubber sheets. Maybe two sets…
I lifted my head for a moment to have a look around the room. Holden’s bedroom looked like it had been hit by an F5 tornado. The comforter and bedsheets were stripped off and piled on the floor. The pillows were scattered about the room. Our clothes were everywhere. There were three empty wine bottles on the dresser, along with three empty glasses. My head was a little buzzed, but I was pretty sure I’d sweated out most of the alcohol I had consumed during our Olympic sex sessions. I didn’t feel high. I just felt… happy… and satisfied… very, very satisfied…
I heard Holden grunt next to me on the bed. From the other side, I heard Wynn sigh.
“Fuck, you guys are killing me,” I said, glancing between them. “If this keeps up I’m going to need a rebushing after this night is over.”
Holden was lying to my right. He turned his head my way and gave me a curious look. “A rebushing?”
“You know,” I said, nodding toward my soppy nether region. “A rebushing. You guys are wearing out my bush, so I’ll have to get it redone when you’re through with me. Oh, come on, guys, surely you’ve heard that old joke!”
Holden’s face held blank for a moment, then he cracked up. I loved the sound of his laughter. He said, “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all chip in for that. How much does a rebushing run these days?”
“It’s very expensive,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “I’ll get an estimate when you guys are through using and abusing my poor bush.”
“What if we’re not through with you for a while?” Wynn asked, lying to my left. “What then?”
“Then… we’ll just have to see,” I said, sighing again. I sighed when I was happy and content. And I was very happy and content. I put my hands behind my head and smiled at Wynn. His surfer boy blond hair was in his eyes, hanging over his tanned forehead like a little boy. His face was perfect, like a god. When he smiled it made my nipples grow hard and thick. They longed for his touch and the feel of his lips. I leaned my breasts toward him.
I said, “You have an evil look in your eye, Dr. Driver.”
“Evil is in the eye of the beholder, my dear,” he said with a devilish grin. He was on his side with his head propped on his hand. He started massaging my left breast with his free hand. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then gave it a hard squeeze. He blew cool air on my nipple as it turned dark crimson between his fingers.
I could feel Wynn’s twelve-inch cock getting hard again as it rubbed against the side of my leg. Hells bells, this guy was freakin’ insatiable. And his recovery time was nothing short of inhuman. He’d already cum three times and was apparently ready to get back on my ride again.
Holden put his hand on my right breast and started tweaking my nipple. I guess he didn’t want my left nipple to have all the fun. He leaned in and took the nipple in his mouth and suckled like a hungry baby. As he did so, his hand trailed down my stomach, across my shaved mound, and slid down between the folds of my pussy, which was still hot and gooey from his cum.
“Mmmm… you’re a mess…” Holden said with his lips on my nipple. He glanced at Wynn. “Maybe it’s time for a shower?”
“A shower would be nice,” Wynn said. He leaned up to press his lips to mine. He kissed me gently, then rubbed noses. “Hey Jude, would you like for us to give you a shower?”
“A shower?” I gave him a wary look. “What kind of shower.”
Wynn shot Holden a quick smile. “Oh, you know, just your average shower.”
“Why do I get the feeling that this would not be just your average shower?” I said. Wynn started nibbling at my ear, which made it very hard to concentrate on the conversation. Holden slid three fingers inside my sticky cunt and swirled them around. Jeez, these guys were distracting as fuck!
I asked, “Would this be a golden shower?”
I had watched a ton of online porn before agreeing to have sex with Holden and Wynn at the same time. Izzy called it “doing my research”. One of the videos had two guys peeing on the girl. I didn’t think I was up for that—I mean, come on, ick—but a different kind of shower might be interesting.
“Actually, it’s not a golden shower,” Holden said. I saw him give Wynn another look. They had lousy poker faces. “Although that might be interesting at some point in our relationship.”
“It might at that,” Wynn said, the devil dancing in his eyes. “I’ve heard that a warm golden shower from the right person can be quite nice.”
“What kind of shower then?” I asked, my voice a whisper as little arcs of electricity webbed through my body, ignited by Holden’s long fingers wiggling around deep inside me.
Holden ran his tongue around my nipple and smiled. “This particular shower involves a handheld shower head and two very soapy cocks.”
“And one very soapy pussy,” Wynn said, his tongue circling my ear. “And perhaps, one very soapy ass.”
“Ooohh… that does sound… interesting,” I said. I gave them both a scolding look. “Why do I get the feeling that you guys have done this kind of thing before?”
They just looked at each other and smiled again. They sure were smiling a lot... I could feel both their cocks now, rock hard against the sides of my legs. I reached down and took one in each hand and started to tug on them. It was like holding two kielbasa sausages. And they were just as sticky and gooey as I was.
Apparently, we all could use a shower.
* * *
Holden had told me the main reason he purchased his little house on Beaker Street was because the shower in the master bathroom had been remodeled. Most houses the age and size of his had a standard tub insert with a shower head in the wall, barely big enough for one person to fit in comfortably. The former owner, however, had remodeled Holden’s bathroom, enlarging the space, and creating a huge standup shower stall that was big enough for four people, with multiple shower heads attached to the walls, a rain shower in the ceiling, and a handheld shower head attached by a long hose. The shower was encased by a clear glass door. Holden loved to sit outside and watch me shower. And it was even more fun when he joined me inside.
Holden got the shower going and soon the bathroom filled with steam. I sat on the toilet, taking a much-needed pee, and watched Holden and Wynn interacting like two guys at a bus stop. It was quite the picture, these two gorgeous men with these two gigantic rock hard cocks, standing and talking as if they were at a cocktail party. I giggled and caught their attention. Wynn came over to me while Holden adjusted the water temperature and directed the jets coming from the three shower walls.
“What’s so funny,” Wynn asked, moving to stand in front of me with his hands on his hips and feet spread wide like Superman. His foot-long cock loomed large before my eyes. I cupped his tight balls with my left hand and wrapped my right hand around the shaft of his cock. I started moving my hands back and forth slowly. He closed his eyes and sighed. The head of his cock was big and round and shiny, like a crimson water balloon about to burst. I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock and swirled my tongue around the slit, teasing the little bundle of nerves beneath the head. His cock was still covered in both our juices. I could taste his cum and my juices, mixed together like a lovely, salty cocktail.
“You guys just crack me up,” I said, pulling him closer so I could swirl the head of his cock around my nipples as I finished peeing. Hmmm… maybe a golden shower would not be a terrible thing after all...
Wynn put his hands on my shoulders and smiled down at me. “Why do we crack you up?”
My right hand milked his long shaft as my left hand slid beneath his balls to massage his taint. He spread his legs a little more so my finger could slide down to tease his asshole.
I said, “It’s just funny, watching two guys with these massive erections standing around chatting like they’re waiting on a bus or something.” I flicked my tongue to the slit and smiled. “It’s just… funny…”
“You know what else is funny,” he said, putting his hands on my cheeks. He leaned down to press his lips to mine. “The fact that you can take a piss while sucking my cock.”
“That’s not funny,” Holden said, interrupting the moment. “That’s sheer talent.”
“You may be right,” Wynn said, looking toward the shower stall. The water was shooting out from all sides and from the rain head in the ceiling. Steam billowed out of the stall. “Is the shower ready?”
“The shower is ready,” Holden said, coming over to take my hand. He lifted me off the toilet and gest
ured toward the steaming shower. “Madam, your shower awaits.”
I stepped into the shower and under the hot spray. It felt A-MA-ZING as the hot water cascaded over my body from all sides and above. It sluiced between my tits and down my belly, dripping off my clit like a spicket. Holden and Wynn stepped into the shower with me. Everyone grabbed a bar of soap and went to work on themselves. Like I said, there were shower heads on three walls and a big rain head in the ceiling, and plenty of room for everyone to soap up without bumping into each other.
We all took a few minutes to soap up and wash off the gunk that we’d deposited on each other over the last six hours. I watched with great pleasure as Holden and Wynn soaped up their cocks and balls. Their cocks were still hard, which was amazing to me given the work out they had both put their cocks through so far tonight. Holden was the first man I had ever slept with that could literally go all night long without an orgasm. It was as if he had a switch in his head that he could throw when he wanted to cum.
Or he’d let himself cum with me, take a quick breather, then be ready to go again before I even had time to catch my breath. I thought surely he was an oddity, then I met Wynn. He was the same way. In fact, I was pretty sure he could shoot his load and his erection would never fully go down, because two minutes later he was ready to go again.
I was in awe of their prowess, but damn, a girl needed a break now and then. I told myself we’d call it a night right after the shower I had been promised, but watching the boys massage their cocks with soap, I couldn’t wait to see what they had in mind for me.
I soaped up my pussy and ass, reamed my both goods with my soapy fingers, then reached for the detachable shower head to rinse off my lady parts. Holden put a hand on my arm to stop me.
“Nuh uh, I get to do that,” he said, arching one eyebrow at me. “You’re taking the shower. I’m giving it.”