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…
The clock flipped over to 02:49 AM.
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 gestured 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.”
“Okay…” I said with a cautious frown. “What do you want me to do?”
Wynn moved to stand behind me. I could feel the head of his hard cock sliding up my back. He put his hands on my hips and gently pulled me back onto him. His long cock slid beneath my twat like the bar of a bicycle.
“Just lean back against me,” Wynn said softly in my ear, sliding his hands down my sides. “Do you trust me?’
I leaned my head back against his shoulder and said, “I trust you.”
When I leaned back against him, Wynn braced me with his arms and slid his hands under my ass to literally lift me off the tile floor. He pressed his back to the wall to steady himself. He was so strong. I knew he wouldn’t drop me. It was like being a baby that was lifted up by an adult and set in a swing. I felt like I was hovering above the floor with Wynn’s hands under my ass and my legs spread wide, not to mention his cock under my ass for support.
“You good?” Holden asked us both. I nodded, and Wynn did the same.
“Okay, time for a nice pussy shower,” Holden said. He took the handheld shower head in his right hand and adjusted the pulsating jets to a narrow flow. The water jettisoned from the shower head, pulsing from hard to soft. It dawned on me what Holden was about to do. I held my breath and waited for the pleasure I knew was about to come.
With Wynn’s hands bracing beneath my ass and my legs spread wide to expose my entire cunt and ass, Holden directed the pulsating jets over my clit. My body immediately jerked from the sensation. Holden used his free hand to pull back the hood from my clit so he could direct the spray directly onto my clit nub, which was swollen and pink. When the steamy water hit the little man in the boat, I jerked against Wynn and moaned.
“Oh... fuck... me…” I said, the words echoing off the tile walls. “Fuck… that’s… oh… oh… shit… oh…”
“That feel good, baby?” Holden asked, grinning at me like a kid who had discovered a new toy.
“God… yes… yes…”
As the water pulsed against my clit, I could feel Wynn’s hard shaft beneath my ass, helping to support my weight. The hot water hitting my clit was also soaking his shaft. My asshole slid up and down it as my body spasmed from the clit job Holden was so adeptly giving me.
“Mmmm… nice and clean…” Holden said. He soaped up his free hand, then rubbed the lather over my clit. I was two seconds from orgasming and he knew it. He directed the pulsating jets toward my pussy lips as he rolled my clit back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
“You’re cumming,” Wynn said in my ear. “I can feel your body tensing.”
“Yes…” I moaned. “Yes… I’m… cumming… oh… fuck…” With the jets now hitting my pussy hole and Holden’s fingers on my clit, I erupted in orgasm. My cunt bucked, and my body jerked. For a moment, I was worried that Wynn might drop me, but he held on tight. My ass clenched around his long shaft for support. Holden didn’t stop teasing my clit until I gasped for air and begged him to stop.
“Mmmm, that’s my teacher’s pet,” Holden said, humming the words. With my clit squeaky clean, he went to work on my pussy. He got to his knees in front of me and soaped up his fingers again, then started cleaning my pussy with them lather.
“Is my cock in your way?” Wynn asked, smiling down at Holden with his lips at my ear.
Holden smiled up at him. “If you don’t mind, perhaps you could just back that monster out a bit. I love you, but I’m not giving you a shower. You can take that thing to a car wash.”
“Certainly,” Wynn said playfully. Without loosening the grip he had on my ass, he pulled his hips back to move his long cock out of Holden’s way. I felt the length of him go up my back. He started sliding his cock up and down the crack of my ass, pressing his balls against my soapy flesh. Holden now had full access to my pussy without Wynn’s monster cock getting in the way.
“Much better, thanks,” Holden said. He smiled up at me again. “Ready for a little pussy shower?”
I held my breath and nodded. “Yes. Please.”
Holden smiled for a second more, then used his left hand to spread my pussy lips as he brought the shower head up and pointed it directly at my hole. The steaming water and pulsating jets set every nerve in my cunt on fire. It felt like a thousand tiny tongues were licking my pussy, probing my hole, driving deep inside me at once. The fire consumed my body, making me sweat. It was hard to breathe. I couldn’t catch my breath. Every time I gasped for air another wave of ecstasy raged through me. Within seconds, I was immediately on the edge of another orgasm.
“Oh... oooh… ooohhhh… fuck… fuck… oh… Holden…fuck… fuck.. me… I’m going to… fuck… going to… oh… shit… cum… I’m going to… cum…”
“Not yet,” I heard Holden say. He pressed the shower head to my cunt and the water shot deep inside my pussy, making me tremble against Wynn, who was sliding his cock up and down my spine like a great soapy snake.
“Oh… god… oh… god… oh… goddddd…” And with that, my pussy literally erupted. The orgasm was overwhelming. My pussy gushed hot juices back over the shower head. Holden quickly dropped the shower head and replaced it with his fingers. He rammed them hard in and out of my cunt, in and out, in and out, and when the orgasm hit I squirted like never before, spraying him, showering his hand and chest and face with juices, shooting it halfway across the shower, drenching him and the walls behind him.
I heard Wynn grunting in my ear. He was whispering, “Cum, baby, cum… Jeez… squirt that cum… that’s it… yes… yes… fuck…”
After I stopped shaking, I looked down to see Holden rinsing me off again. He was gently massaging lather into my folds now. I sighed because it felt so fucking good.
“So, who got the shower?” Wynn asked, grinning at Holden as he rinsed my juices off is face and body. Wynn carefully lowered my feet to the floor and brought his hands up to my aching breasts. He pulled me back onto him again, his long cock sliding between my pussy lips. I glanced down to see the head of his cock peeking out from beneath my clit. He put his hands on my hips and started sliding me back and forth over the length of him.
“I think I got the shower after all,” Holden said, getting to his feet. He soaped up his right hand and started lathering up his cock with the suds. He moved in close and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue slid into my mouth as his soapy hands moved to my breasts.
I finally caught my breath as my body came back down to earth. Wynn’s cock was sliding between my legs from the rear and Holden’s cock was sliding up and down my belly as he kissed me. I took them both in hand and gave them a wicked smile.
“I want both these inside me,” I said. “My pussy and my ass. I assume you’ve done that before.”
Wynn and Holden exchanged a quick glance, then gave me a cautious look. “Are you sure you can take it?” Holden asked. “It might be a bit… tight.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see,” I said, my hands working their shafts, sliding, squeezing. “Just tell me what to do.
Holden gazed into my eyes for a moment with his forehead pressed to mine. “You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Uh, I suggested it,” I said. “Come on, let me just try it. If it’s too much, we’ll stop.” I glanced over my shoulder at Wynn, who was staring back at me with his eyebrows arched.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure. I want both of you to fuck me at once.