Communal Shower
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
19,888
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Caresses
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AUTHOR\'S NOTE
Well, the second chapter is up, and the end is
still not in sight... This is shaping up to be
a long letter. I hope you like the developments
so far... :)
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COMMUNAL SHOWER (part 2)
This may well seem like a fantasy to you, Rachel; and indeed, despite the vividness with which I remember everything, it hardly seems real to me. It didn’t even seem real to me as I was standing there, being caressed by that wonderful dark woman, her fingers inside me, the eyes of my teammates lustfully resting on me as my moans grew louder and my movements more passionate. The idea that all that might have been a dream helped me to cut loose, to cast away my inhibitions and surrender myself to the lovemaking. And surrender myself I did: as I felt my first orgasm approaching I gyrated back and forth against Moana’s fingers, reaching my arms behind her to grab hold of her buttocks and guide her motions. With her free hand, Moana had begun squeezing my left breast and twisting my nipple, adding to my pleasure. Around me, the other women were deeply engaged in lovemaking of their own: under the gushing streams of the showers they were rubbing and kissing with passionate abandon, periodically glancing at me and Moana as if we were somehow the centre of all this. Only Macy was still standing alone, still massaging her breasts, while she watched us ever more intently. Moana thrust in deeper: I felt my entire body tense up, bracing itself for the final leap. A loud groan escaped me, and I came. If I fail to describe the intensity of my orgasm, Rachel, I hope you will try to imagine it for yourself. It was total: an intense, overpowering shockwave that resounded in every fibre of my body. I felt everything: every single drop of water on my naked skin, Moana’s warm breath on my neck, her soft fingertips on my hard nipples, the walls of my vagina convulsing around her curled fingers, gushing my juices over her hand in short, intermittent squirts... For a moment, I was afraid I would pass out. Then my mind became clear again, and I found myself staring into Macy’s green eyes.
The redhead was standing right in front of me: without saying a word, she took hold of my hands and placed them on her beautiful, big breasts. Her wet skin felt warm and soft against the palms of my hands. I stood there motionless, unsure of what to do. Moana, her body still pressed against my back, had slid her hands upwards and was massaging my breasts: I mimicked her movements on Macy’s bosom, feeling the fullness of her breasts and the pleasant softness of her skin. My fingertips brushed over her hard nipples, circled them, brushed over them again. I was taking control. Soon I realized that I was no longer mimicking Moana’s movements: she was mimicking mine. I squeezed Macy’s breasts harder, pushing them up and releasing them again, feeling their weight and firmness in my hands. I felt Moana repeat my movements, and the pleasure I felt at her hands assured me that what I was doing to Macy was right. Although she occasionally closed her eyes in apparent pleasure, she kept looking at me, inviting me wordlessly to carry on. Oh, Rachel, that look! At times she seemed to be begging me to go on, at other times she seemed to command me. In truth, she didn’t have to do neither, as I was perfectly happy to touch this wonderful woman. But I realized I wanted to do more than that. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pulled her close to me, bowed my head, and kissed her. I had never kissed a woman; and yet here I was, my lips pressed to another woman’s lips, my hands sliding down to her bottom, while a third woman rubbed up against me from behind. It was surreal, but I didn’t stop to think. I felt Macy part her lips slightly: with a beating heart, I did the same, feeling the tip of her tongue softly tracing my lips. I opened my mouth a bit more, and allowed Macy to slide her tongue in. As we kissed passionately, I started kneading her firm bottom with both hands.
That kiss, sweet Rachel, how will I describe it? There’s an incredible feeling of unity when your tongue touches the tongue of another woman, when your mouths share the same wetness; and when you feel that other woman’s lips pressed against yours, and you take turns invading each other’s mouths, you become one. Ie yoe you’ll understand that pleasure one day, Rachel, if you let it come to you.
We continued to kiss, while Moana kept rubbing up against me, softly moaning in my ear. I was sandwiched between these two women, lost in the pleasures they were creating: I rocked my hips in time with their motions, I let myself be touched, I groped and fondled and kissed endlessly. My lust was incredible; the pleasure I was feeling was unimaginable. I needed another release: I slid my hand toward my crotch, but Macy caught it and pushed it away.
“Not so fast, girl,” she said, still grabbing my wrist. It was the first thing she had said to me that day. I stood there frozen, staring back into her beautiful green eyes. For a minute, I considered begging.
“You’re not the only one with needs around here,” Macy smiled seductively, as she directed my hand towards her stomach. Slowly, she slid it down until it was resting between her legs.
“See?” I closed my eyes, feeling her. Her soft flesh was damp, and I knew it wasn’t the water. Softly, I rubbed over her folds. She tilted her head and moaned: encouraged by this reaction, I pressed harder and let one of my fingers trail along her slit. Moana grabbed hold of my shoulders and gently started to push me down. Not knowing what her intentions were, I let her hands guide me down, until I was on my knees before Macy.
“You want to do this right, don’t you?” Moana said behind me: I understood, and for a moment, I panicked. I told you I had never even kissed a woman, so you can imagine how I reacted to the task put before me then. Even so, with my head at the same level as Macy’s hips, I felt irresistibly attracted to that wonderful treasure between her legs. I leaned forward and licked at her stomach. Making a trail across her belly, I licked my way to her vagina. Before I knew it, the tip of my tongue was brushing Macy’s hard clit: I slowly moved onguongue up and down over it, causing her to moan encouragingly. As I was down on my knees, Moana was once again massaging my bottom, sometimes teasingly running a finger over my sex, lightly probing it, or touching my clit momentarily. With every touch, my frustrations grew, and my assault on Macy’s vagina became fiercer: at first just licking her clit, I had now plunged my stiff tongue between her folds, thrusting it in and out at a steady rate. Macy was obviously enjoying this, as she had placed her hands on my head and was squirming at every thrust. After some time, Moana finally slid a finger inside my vagina and gently started to move it in and out of me. I grabbed hold of Macy’s ankles and pulled her legs further apart, to have more access. Moana did the same to me: my heart skipped another beat as I felt her tongue make contact with my vagina. Try to picture it, my sweet Rachel, and place yourself in my position: on my hands and knees, pleasuring the redhead in front of me and being pleasured by the dark woman behind me; and in the same room, Sam and Melissa, tangled up in their own lovemaking, and Toni and Sarah, still kissing and fondling and glancing at us. All these women, bound together by passion, loving each other under the streaming, soothing water of the shower; it was perfect.
Macy was getting more restless, and from the way she was encouraging me and pushing my face against her, I could tell her orgasm was not far off. It dawned on me that it was me who was making her feel this way: the realization made me double my efforts. I thrust my hips back, hoping that Moana would get me off at the same time. The dark woman wriggled her tongue inside me, understanding my needs: using her fingers to speed up my orgasm, she managed to fill me completely. I felt the tension building inside me, and I did everything I could to make Macy feel the same. I gave one last thrust, and I heard her scream: the juices escaping from her convulsing vagina flowed over my face like water from the shower. I opened my mouth eagerly, collecting her juices like a bee sipping nectar. Seconds later, I came myself: I felt the tension release in every muscle of my body as I let out a roar of satisfaction. Spent, I fell to the floor, at the feet of the woman I had just satisfied. Moana gently stroked my buttocks as I lay there, catching my breath.
It was Macy who turned me over on my back. Her eyes were the first thing I could see clearly again. Looking round, I could see that apart from Moana and Macy, Sam and Melissa were now standing around me. For a moment I thought I had been dreaming, and that I was waking up to reality after having passed out in the shower. But then I felt Moana’s familiar caress on the inside of my thighs, and Macy’s hand softly squeezing my breast. Another hand started feeling up my other breasts: I looked, and saw it was Sam’s. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. Melissa knelt down beside me and started planting soft kisses on my stomach. I felt the lust coming back as Moana’s hand came closer to my centre. The four women around me were focusing all of their attention on me, and I was more than ready to be a willing object.
Oh Rachel, how this story is arousing me right now! I only hope that you feel even a fraction of what I felt then, what I feel even now, while I’m writing about it. I felt like a princess, surrounded by her handmaidens. It was the greatest experience of my life.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR\'S NOTE
Well, the second chapter is up, and the end is
still not in sight... This is shaping up to be
a long letter. I hope you like the developments
so far... :)
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COMMUNAL SHOWER (part 2)
This may well seem like a fantasy to you, Rachel; and indeed, despite the vividness with which I remember everything, it hardly seems real to me. It didn’t even seem real to me as I was standing there, being caressed by that wonderful dark woman, her fingers inside me, the eyes of my teammates lustfully resting on me as my moans grew louder and my movements more passionate. The idea that all that might have been a dream helped me to cut loose, to cast away my inhibitions and surrender myself to the lovemaking. And surrender myself I did: as I felt my first orgasm approaching I gyrated back and forth against Moana’s fingers, reaching my arms behind her to grab hold of her buttocks and guide her motions. With her free hand, Moana had begun squeezing my left breast and twisting my nipple, adding to my pleasure. Around me, the other women were deeply engaged in lovemaking of their own: under the gushing streams of the showers they were rubbing and kissing with passionate abandon, periodically glancing at me and Moana as if we were somehow the centre of all this. Only Macy was still standing alone, still massaging her breasts, while she watched us ever more intently. Moana thrust in deeper: I felt my entire body tense up, bracing itself for the final leap. A loud groan escaped me, and I came. If I fail to describe the intensity of my orgasm, Rachel, I hope you will try to imagine it for yourself. It was total: an intense, overpowering shockwave that resounded in every fibre of my body. I felt everything: every single drop of water on my naked skin, Moana’s warm breath on my neck, her soft fingertips on my hard nipples, the walls of my vagina convulsing around her curled fingers, gushing my juices over her hand in short, intermittent squirts... For a moment, I was afraid I would pass out. Then my mind became clear again, and I found myself staring into Macy’s green eyes.
The redhead was standing right in front of me: without saying a word, she took hold of my hands and placed them on her beautiful, big breasts. Her wet skin felt warm and soft against the palms of my hands. I stood there motionless, unsure of what to do. Moana, her body still pressed against my back, had slid her hands upwards and was massaging my breasts: I mimicked her movements on Macy’s bosom, feeling the fullness of her breasts and the pleasant softness of her skin. My fingertips brushed over her hard nipples, circled them, brushed over them again. I was taking control. Soon I realized that I was no longer mimicking Moana’s movements: she was mimicking mine. I squeezed Macy’s breasts harder, pushing them up and releasing them again, feeling their weight and firmness in my hands. I felt Moana repeat my movements, and the pleasure I felt at her hands assured me that what I was doing to Macy was right. Although she occasionally closed her eyes in apparent pleasure, she kept looking at me, inviting me wordlessly to carry on. Oh, Rachel, that look! At times she seemed to be begging me to go on, at other times she seemed to command me. In truth, she didn’t have to do neither, as I was perfectly happy to touch this wonderful woman. But I realized I wanted to do more than that. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pulled her close to me, bowed my head, and kissed her. I had never kissed a woman; and yet here I was, my lips pressed to another woman’s lips, my hands sliding down to her bottom, while a third woman rubbed up against me from behind. It was surreal, but I didn’t stop to think. I felt Macy part her lips slightly: with a beating heart, I did the same, feeling the tip of her tongue softly tracing my lips. I opened my mouth a bit more, and allowed Macy to slide her tongue in. As we kissed passionately, I started kneading her firm bottom with both hands.
That kiss, sweet Rachel, how will I describe it? There’s an incredible feeling of unity when your tongue touches the tongue of another woman, when your mouths share the same wetness; and when you feel that other woman’s lips pressed against yours, and you take turns invading each other’s mouths, you become one. Ie yoe you’ll understand that pleasure one day, Rachel, if you let it come to you.
We continued to kiss, while Moana kept rubbing up against me, softly moaning in my ear. I was sandwiched between these two women, lost in the pleasures they were creating: I rocked my hips in time with their motions, I let myself be touched, I groped and fondled and kissed endlessly. My lust was incredible; the pleasure I was feeling was unimaginable. I needed another release: I slid my hand toward my crotch, but Macy caught it and pushed it away.
“Not so fast, girl,” she said, still grabbing my wrist. It was the first thing she had said to me that day. I stood there frozen, staring back into her beautiful green eyes. For a minute, I considered begging.
“You’re not the only one with needs around here,” Macy smiled seductively, as she directed my hand towards her stomach. Slowly, she slid it down until it was resting between her legs.
“See?” I closed my eyes, feeling her. Her soft flesh was damp, and I knew it wasn’t the water. Softly, I rubbed over her folds. She tilted her head and moaned: encouraged by this reaction, I pressed harder and let one of my fingers trail along her slit. Moana grabbed hold of my shoulders and gently started to push me down. Not knowing what her intentions were, I let her hands guide me down, until I was on my knees before Macy.
“You want to do this right, don’t you?” Moana said behind me: I understood, and for a moment, I panicked. I told you I had never even kissed a woman, so you can imagine how I reacted to the task put before me then. Even so, with my head at the same level as Macy’s hips, I felt irresistibly attracted to that wonderful treasure between her legs. I leaned forward and licked at her stomach. Making a trail across her belly, I licked my way to her vagina. Before I knew it, the tip of my tongue was brushing Macy’s hard clit: I slowly moved onguongue up and down over it, causing her to moan encouragingly. As I was down on my knees, Moana was once again massaging my bottom, sometimes teasingly running a finger over my sex, lightly probing it, or touching my clit momentarily. With every touch, my frustrations grew, and my assault on Macy’s vagina became fiercer: at first just licking her clit, I had now plunged my stiff tongue between her folds, thrusting it in and out at a steady rate. Macy was obviously enjoying this, as she had placed her hands on my head and was squirming at every thrust. After some time, Moana finally slid a finger inside my vagina and gently started to move it in and out of me. I grabbed hold of Macy’s ankles and pulled her legs further apart, to have more access. Moana did the same to me: my heart skipped another beat as I felt her tongue make contact with my vagina. Try to picture it, my sweet Rachel, and place yourself in my position: on my hands and knees, pleasuring the redhead in front of me and being pleasured by the dark woman behind me; and in the same room, Sam and Melissa, tangled up in their own lovemaking, and Toni and Sarah, still kissing and fondling and glancing at us. All these women, bound together by passion, loving each other under the streaming, soothing water of the shower; it was perfect.
Macy was getting more restless, and from the way she was encouraging me and pushing my face against her, I could tell her orgasm was not far off. It dawned on me that it was me who was making her feel this way: the realization made me double my efforts. I thrust my hips back, hoping that Moana would get me off at the same time. The dark woman wriggled her tongue inside me, understanding my needs: using her fingers to speed up my orgasm, she managed to fill me completely. I felt the tension building inside me, and I did everything I could to make Macy feel the same. I gave one last thrust, and I heard her scream: the juices escaping from her convulsing vagina flowed over my face like water from the shower. I opened my mouth eagerly, collecting her juices like a bee sipping nectar. Seconds later, I came myself: I felt the tension release in every muscle of my body as I let out a roar of satisfaction. Spent, I fell to the floor, at the feet of the woman I had just satisfied. Moana gently stroked my buttocks as I lay there, catching my breath.
It was Macy who turned me over on my back. Her eyes were the first thing I could see clearly again. Looking round, I could see that apart from Moana and Macy, Sam and Melissa were now standing around me. For a moment I thought I had been dreaming, and that I was waking up to reality after having passed out in the shower. But then I felt Moana’s familiar caress on the inside of my thighs, and Macy’s hand softly squeezing my breast. Another hand started feeling up my other breasts: I looked, and saw it was Sam’s. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. Melissa knelt down beside me and started planting soft kisses on my stomach. I felt the lust coming back as Moana’s hand came closer to my centre. The four women around me were focusing all of their attention on me, and I was more than ready to be a willing object.
Oh Rachel, how this story is arousing me right now! I only hope that you feel even a fraction of what I felt then, what I feel even now, while I’m writing about it. I felt like a princess, surrounded by her handmaidens. It was the greatest experience of my life.
TO BE CONTINUED...