A Pi's Boy Toy
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Erotica › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
27,474
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Scrubbing Bubbles
CODES FOR CHAPTER: m/F/F/F/F minor femDom, hj, little anal, tittiefuck, language
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Chapter 3: Scrubbing Bubbles
The teenager had retreated to the far side of the room when the auburn-haired woman had let him go. He paced nervously, not knowing what she might do next, especially if she noticed the bulge in his jeans. He didn't mean to get turned on by what she did but his body had taken on a mind of its own, reacting to a hot and horny woman, not caring at all that she was holding him prisoner.
Accepting that he wasn't going to get away, he tried at least to get out of this room. "Can I at least use the bathroom?" he asked.
"Bathroom?" she seemed to consider. "I should think you'd want a shower..." adding naughtily, "being - sticky - and all."
He blushed furiously, first at her insinuation and then by his own embarrassment.
"Alright," she relented and let the poor boy off the hook. The woman unlocked the door. "I'll show you to the showers." And she held open the door.
Warily he walked from the room but she crowded him up against the doorframe, all luscious curves and floral perfume. "You can call me Daphne, by the way."
* * *
He was just starting to relax a bit under the hot spray. The shower Daphne led him to wasn't a private bathroom but a group shower like those in locker rooms. 'We share everything,' Daphne had smirked at his reaction to the lack of privacy. 'I'll leave you alone,' she had reassured him and left.
Only once he was sure she was gone did he undress and nervously step into the wide tiled shower. It all seemed too surreal to be real and how did he get out?
Just then a smothered giggle came from behind. Three women stood, snickering at the shower's entrance. Instinctively his hands went to his crotch but that only brought a peel of laughter. "Get out!" he flung out them. "Daphne said I was to be left alone."
"Actually," the raven-haired beauty corrected, "she said -she- would leave you alone." The little blonde next to her giggled.
It was dawning on the boy that there was a catch to everything Daphne said.
"He has the tightest little ass," the brunette declared. "Come on, turn around," she cooed which caused him to back his backside up against the wall.
"Stop it, Emma, you're scaring him," the raven-haired woman admonished her sister.
"We don't want to do that!" the bubbly blonde agreed. "We just want to help, don't we, girls? Let us get all those places you can't reach," she giggled.
The other two grinned and as a whole they stepped forward. All three wore the same short-short running shorts and tight t-shirts emblazoned across their high rounded breasts the Greek letters delta delta pi. From the way their nipples showed proudly, not one of them wore a bra.
He looked frantically for some avenue of escape but found none. One by one, each stepped under the shower, the water instantly soaking the white t-shirts, molding them transparent to their flesh. While the raven-hair and brunette took their turns, the blonde approached the teen. She giggled at the way his hands tried to protect his modesty. Then she spied the bar of soap in one of his hands.
She reached for it but couldn't pry it from his white-knuckled grip. So she pulled at his hand until she guided it up to soap his chest, but then an idea occurred to her. Delighted, she peeled her shirt off and shimmed out of her shorts. Recapturing the soap hand, the blond rubbed it up and down between her jiggly jugs sending suds sliding down her flat belly. She had the bar all over her left breast, pressing and circling her pink nipple until popped out at full attention.
When the other two had wetted themselves down and got a little distracted in a kiss, they saw what their blonde sister was doing. She had the soap-held hand between her legs, stroking the bar soap from slit to clit, squealing at the end of each stroke.
"Barbara Jean!" they both admonished. Emma pulled the boy away from the blonde who cried out in protest. "We're supposed to be -cleaning- him." The blonde pouted.
Inspired, though, Emma and Ione stripped and soon the three girls were rubbing their soapy bodies all around him until he was panting through gritted teeth. "But I want to ride that big cock," Barbara Jean still pouted.
The girls thoughtfully regarded the erection sprung out between two sets of hips. "You know," raven-haired Ione said, "a dick like that needs -- Big Bertha."
They smiled conspiratorially at each other. Through the haze of lust, the boy caught the last. What was---?
"Oh, Bertha!" they sang out.
As if waiting beyond the doorway, Bertha answered the call. The boy's eyes popped.
Taking in the scene before her, Bertha quickly got the idea. She pulled off her t-shirt. Unlike the other girls, Big Bertha couldn't go without the support of a bra and she didn't try to take it off now. Instead she freed her gi-normous breasts by lifting them out of the cups, letting them bounce a little. "How do you like my Dolly Partons?" she laughed when he couldn't tear his eyes of the dollar-pancake-sized aureoles peaked with marble-like nipples.
Suddenly his cock was swallowed whole by enormous warm wet flesh, dragging a groan out of his throat. He couldn't help it, he thrust his hips, only the very tip, swollen and angry-colored, poked from its nest.
"Oh, yeah, fuck my big titties," Bertha encouraged as her hands gripped, kneaded and squeezed her breasts around him. She caught her nipples between her fingers and worked them needily.
Not to be left out, Barbara Jean and Emma each caught a hand and had his fingers shoved up their pussies, mimicking the pace of his dick, squirming with their own delight.
Ione kept rubbing her own slippery breasts along his slick back. The one left with the soap, she sudsied up his tight young butt, hard and rolling with every thrust. She soaped one cheek and then scrubbed it with the rough little snatch hair as her mouth explored his shoulder. A wicked thought came to her and the raven-haired girl worked the bar of soap between the clenched butt cheeks.
He gasped and then jerked at the unfamiliar but jolting feel of the bar's corner at his anus. The two girls cried out when his hands clutched spasmodically inside of them. Knowing that he wouldn't last much longer, they drove harder and faster on his fingers, adding their own to their clits.
As the soap bar found him a second time, a hoarse shout tore from his lips as his entire body seized and his cock spearing into its fleshy prison one last time, cumming in a teeth-rattling orgasm. His spunk was quick lost in the water's spray. The girls laughed, pleased with their work.
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Next: Midnight Snack
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Chapter 3: Scrubbing Bubbles
The teenager had retreated to the far side of the room when the auburn-haired woman had let him go. He paced nervously, not knowing what she might do next, especially if she noticed the bulge in his jeans. He didn't mean to get turned on by what she did but his body had taken on a mind of its own, reacting to a hot and horny woman, not caring at all that she was holding him prisoner.
Accepting that he wasn't going to get away, he tried at least to get out of this room. "Can I at least use the bathroom?" he asked.
"Bathroom?" she seemed to consider. "I should think you'd want a shower..." adding naughtily, "being - sticky - and all."
He blushed furiously, first at her insinuation and then by his own embarrassment.
"Alright," she relented and let the poor boy off the hook. The woman unlocked the door. "I'll show you to the showers." And she held open the door.
Warily he walked from the room but she crowded him up against the doorframe, all luscious curves and floral perfume. "You can call me Daphne, by the way."
* * *
He was just starting to relax a bit under the hot spray. The shower Daphne led him to wasn't a private bathroom but a group shower like those in locker rooms. 'We share everything,' Daphne had smirked at his reaction to the lack of privacy. 'I'll leave you alone,' she had reassured him and left.
Only once he was sure she was gone did he undress and nervously step into the wide tiled shower. It all seemed too surreal to be real and how did he get out?
Just then a smothered giggle came from behind. Three women stood, snickering at the shower's entrance. Instinctively his hands went to his crotch but that only brought a peel of laughter. "Get out!" he flung out them. "Daphne said I was to be left alone."
"Actually," the raven-haired beauty corrected, "she said -she- would leave you alone." The little blonde next to her giggled.
It was dawning on the boy that there was a catch to everything Daphne said.
"He has the tightest little ass," the brunette declared. "Come on, turn around," she cooed which caused him to back his backside up against the wall.
"Stop it, Emma, you're scaring him," the raven-haired woman admonished her sister.
"We don't want to do that!" the bubbly blonde agreed. "We just want to help, don't we, girls? Let us get all those places you can't reach," she giggled.
The other two grinned and as a whole they stepped forward. All three wore the same short-short running shorts and tight t-shirts emblazoned across their high rounded breasts the Greek letters delta delta pi. From the way their nipples showed proudly, not one of them wore a bra.
He looked frantically for some avenue of escape but found none. One by one, each stepped under the shower, the water instantly soaking the white t-shirts, molding them transparent to their flesh. While the raven-hair and brunette took their turns, the blonde approached the teen. She giggled at the way his hands tried to protect his modesty. Then she spied the bar of soap in one of his hands.
She reached for it but couldn't pry it from his white-knuckled grip. So she pulled at his hand until she guided it up to soap his chest, but then an idea occurred to her. Delighted, she peeled her shirt off and shimmed out of her shorts. Recapturing the soap hand, the blond rubbed it up and down between her jiggly jugs sending suds sliding down her flat belly. She had the bar all over her left breast, pressing and circling her pink nipple until popped out at full attention.
When the other two had wetted themselves down and got a little distracted in a kiss, they saw what their blonde sister was doing. She had the soap-held hand between her legs, stroking the bar soap from slit to clit, squealing at the end of each stroke.
"Barbara Jean!" they both admonished. Emma pulled the boy away from the blonde who cried out in protest. "We're supposed to be -cleaning- him." The blonde pouted.
Inspired, though, Emma and Ione stripped and soon the three girls were rubbing their soapy bodies all around him until he was panting through gritted teeth. "But I want to ride that big cock," Barbara Jean still pouted.
The girls thoughtfully regarded the erection sprung out between two sets of hips. "You know," raven-haired Ione said, "a dick like that needs -- Big Bertha."
They smiled conspiratorially at each other. Through the haze of lust, the boy caught the last. What was---?
"Oh, Bertha!" they sang out.
As if waiting beyond the doorway, Bertha answered the call. The boy's eyes popped.
Taking in the scene before her, Bertha quickly got the idea. She pulled off her t-shirt. Unlike the other girls, Big Bertha couldn't go without the support of a bra and she didn't try to take it off now. Instead she freed her gi-normous breasts by lifting them out of the cups, letting them bounce a little. "How do you like my Dolly Partons?" she laughed when he couldn't tear his eyes of the dollar-pancake-sized aureoles peaked with marble-like nipples.
Suddenly his cock was swallowed whole by enormous warm wet flesh, dragging a groan out of his throat. He couldn't help it, he thrust his hips, only the very tip, swollen and angry-colored, poked from its nest.
"Oh, yeah, fuck my big titties," Bertha encouraged as her hands gripped, kneaded and squeezed her breasts around him. She caught her nipples between her fingers and worked them needily.
Not to be left out, Barbara Jean and Emma each caught a hand and had his fingers shoved up their pussies, mimicking the pace of his dick, squirming with their own delight.
Ione kept rubbing her own slippery breasts along his slick back. The one left with the soap, she sudsied up his tight young butt, hard and rolling with every thrust. She soaped one cheek and then scrubbed it with the rough little snatch hair as her mouth explored his shoulder. A wicked thought came to her and the raven-haired girl worked the bar of soap between the clenched butt cheeks.
He gasped and then jerked at the unfamiliar but jolting feel of the bar's corner at his anus. The two girls cried out when his hands clutched spasmodically inside of them. Knowing that he wouldn't last much longer, they drove harder and faster on his fingers, adding their own to their clits.
As the soap bar found him a second time, a hoarse shout tore from his lips as his entire body seized and his cock spearing into its fleshy prison one last time, cumming in a teeth-rattling orgasm. His spunk was quick lost in the water's spray. The girls laughed, pleased with their work.
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Next: Midnight Snack