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“I have a fantasy,” Mark said a lot later, disentangling himself from our fondling heap. Cath and I reluctantly let each other go and turned to him.
“This is a dream come true for any man, so yeah, I've fantasised about it,” he grinned back at our amused faces. “I’d really, really love to watch you two playing in the shower. I’d just sit outside like a voyeur, watching.”
“Just watching?” Cath teased.
“Okay, maybe wanking a bit as well.” Mark’s grin was even broader. Clearly he felt his little slice of heaven on earth had arrived.
“Wanna shower, Carrie?” Cath asked.
Now that Mark had mentioned it, it seemed like a good fantasy for me too, even if it was a new one. My mind raced through the possibilities.
“I think I’d really like that,” I grinned at them. “Can I bring my bag of toys?”
“You never told me about a bag of toys,” Cath mockingly pouted. “I only know about your vibe.”
“Hey, you’ve got Mark, I’ve got my toys. Wait here.” I rushed off and returned with a bag that had Cathy’s eyes stretch a little as she reached out her hand for them.
“Are those all toys?”
“Yes, and they’re mine. Hands off!”
“I wanna play too.”
“Oh you will, but it’s gonna be a surprise.” I could hardly believe I was flirting with another woman, and it was flowing so naturally.
Mark’s face was a treat. I couldn’t help myself, I just burst out laughing. This had clearly added a realm to his fantasies that had upped the excitement even more.
I pressed myself up against Mark sexily and whispered something in his ear before I took my bag into the bathroom and started the shower. Within seconds he joined us in the bathroom with a glass that he put down on the counter-top, and a chair that he positioned so that he could see every detail of what we did. He was already fully erect again and stroking himself gently in anticipation of what was to come. I looked at him, tempted. It would be wonderful just to sink between his legs and take his cock in my mouth, but I had other things to do first, I reminded myself and we had the whole weekend. There was ample time for everything.
The shower was enormous and beautiful. It had a modern-rustic stone floor with one matching wall. The rest was wrap-around glass. It was the perfect setting for the plan I had cobbled together in the lounge. We were definitely going to have an experience that we would remember.
Cathy was laying out her toiletries and getting ready for a shower, so I did the same. I subtly slipped a couple of balls out of the toy bag at the same time and then joined Cathy in the shower.
“Just hang on, Cath, before you start washing, let’s start with a little treat.” I had slipped some lube on the balls although I doubted I would need them. I supported her against the stone wall and lifted her leg closest to Mark so that he had a good view of what I was about to do. The water was streaming down, but we were on the periphery of it.
I sank to my knees in front of Cathy and, for the first time ever, I saw what a man must see when he looks at me. I saw the loose, eager lips framing her glistening wet hole, and I couldn’t resist fastening my lips over them gently, jut to feel and taste, just quickly. Smooth… wet… soft... spicy. Those were my first impressions. And so sweet! I’m a primal girl: I love to taste my fingers when I’m masturbating, and I expected Cathy to taste the same, but she didn’t. Her flavours were more complex, more earthy, and very, very sexual.
I moved my mouth away reluctantly, then looked up to make eye contact with her before my next move. I raised my hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her, which was no big surprise, but the hard balls she felt cupped in the palm of my hand was. I could see in her eyes she was excited, and she spread her legs even wider as I slipped first one then the other ball into her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she adjusted to the unusual fullness and the tantalising movement of the smaller balls inside the bigger ones. I knew that every movement she made now would excite her even more.
I stood up, sliding myself up her until we stood, breast to breast and mouth to mouth. Our kiss was slow and gentle this time, a physical acknowledgement of borders crossed and new changes to explore. We were both hugely aroused, but wanting to enjoy it all, each new touch and feeling.
Cathy reached for the soap, lathered it and started soaping me. She turned me towards the spray and soaped my back in long, flowing movements, from nape to thighs. I felt every place she touched and ached in every one she didn’t. Her hands sailed slowly over my shoulders, down the curve of my back and then flared with my butt, shaping and moulding it lovingly, down my thighs and then back up again, trailing one finger firmly up my butt crack in the process.
I shivered and she moved in closer, respondent to my cues. Her hands slipped around to cup and mould my breasts as she grazed her teeth erotically along my shoulder blades, pressing her clean-shaved pussy up against me. Turning me towards her with infinite tenderness, she trailed her hands wherever she could reach, further sensitising my already hyper-alert skin.
As I turned, I caught a glimpse of Mark, staring at us with a focus as hard as the cock he was running a single finger up and down. Cath didn't let my attention wane for more than a second. She opened her mouth and sucked me in, literally. My nipple peaked and grew so long in her mouth that I felt I'd discovered a new universe of sensation. And then the other followed, treated to the same erotic suction. I was completely weak with lust and felt the evidence flowing freely through my sensitive, smooth pussy lips and onto my thighs.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" I mumbled over and over again. When Cath reached that tell-tale ident between my legs as she sliding her hand up, I moaned a needy, desperate moan and reached for her in response, slipping my hand between hers too give her some of the same pleasure. Through it all our kiss continued, needy and steamy in intensity, but soft, even in it's passion.
As I reached the apex of her equally slick thighs, I felt the string of the jiggly ben-wah balls, which reminded me that I'd actually had a plan before I'd been so completely transported. I loosened my lips from her reluctantly , but kept touching her, guiding her towards the corner of the shower facing the wall.
I gestured to Mark in a pre-arranged signal, but it took a couple of seconds for my meaning to sink in, until he remembered. He handed me my toy bag which I put on the shower shelf and something from the glass which I also put on the shelf. I took a sexy little string of hot pink anal beads out of the bag and lubed them well. Cath and I had never discussed things this intimate before so I didn't know if she had any anal experience, and I didn't want to hurt or shock her.
I returned to her and positioned her sexily, spreading her legs wide, butt out as far as I could get it as she leaned against the far wall, her beautiful butt cheekily pointed towards Mark. I took something from the shelf, popped it in my mouth and knelt down low between Cath's legs, facing Mark so that he could see everything. He was completely caught up in the moment, his finger now tracing the precum around the tip of his cock in almost desperate little circles. Mmm, I still needed to get that cock into my mouth again soon. But first, I had something else to do.
Running my one hand over my breast, I used the other to guide Cath's exposed pussy lips open, displaying her clit clearly. I didn't touch it with my fingers, just reached my mouth up and sucked her in into it's icy depths. The ice from the glass had mostly melted already but the freezing sensation remained and Cathy screamed as I sucked, convulsing so hard that I struggled to keep my lips on her. I reached between her legs quickly and found the string, then popped the balls out one by one, extending her still shuddering orgasm.
She was more slumped against the wall than leaning against it now, breathing raggedly and mumbling words like 'Please' and 'God' between choked little screams. I continued sucking because I wasn't anywhere near finished yet. I wanted her to have the most amazing series of orgasms of her life in that shower.
Scooping up some of the juices that were gushing down her legs, I guided them towards her as yet untested little rosebud at the back. Feeling my way I inserted as much of the juices as I could. Aaah, so it wasn't a completely virgin little hole. It accepted my finger, slick with her juices, quite readily. Reaching down I picked up the beads from the floor and, still going by feel, still sucking on her clit but more gently now, I inserted them, also by feel as I continued my sucking, alternating it with greedy little laps of her juices. She only managed to take two beads before I felt the resistance, so I stopped, felt for the lube, now lapping more gently at her pussy area in general, poured some lube unseen into my hand and rubbed it over the larger beads that were still waiting their turn. Never once did I stop licking. I couldn't! The whole experience was intoxicating and I needed more.
Cathy was so high she was running her hands over herself, rubbing and pinching her nipples as she begged for more.
“Please, Carrie, please. Suck me, suck me. Carrie, push it in. Do it, fuck, just do it!”
I wasn't going to be rushed, and continued slowly lapping at her pungent juices. Slowly, achingly slowly, I continued to insert the hot-pink little beads. Eventually I had the last one in, so I could start tongue-fucking her in earnest. I eased the last bead in and out slowly to the rhythm of my tongue dancing hard in and out of her other dripping, hot little hole. The sounds Cathy was making now couldn't be called screams anymore, they were hungry, primitive little moans and gasps that were an incredible turn-on.
I had completely forgotten about Mark, but the little rush of air as he opened the shower door to enter reminded me. All things given, he had shown quite a lot of restraint waiting this long to join us. Mark picked up the lube from the floor and quickly and thoroughly lubed his almost bursting penis. He indicated to me to carry on what I was doing, so I did, but changed my focus back to Cath's hugely swollen clit and pushed my finger as deep inside her as I could so that I could feel what I knew was coming next.
Mark had his one arm around Cath, kneading her breast and whispering hot sexy words to her, telling her exactly what he planned.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. So beautiful. Seeing your butt sticking out like this. I have to do it my love. I have to fuck this awesome butt of yours.”
As he spoke, he pulled the beads out slowly. I felt them slipping over my questing fingers. It was unbelievably hot, especially knowing what I would feel in it's place. Cath was moaning, short little bursts of out-of-her-mind-aroused pleasure. I'm not even sure she really heard or understood words in that moment, all she understood was her senses and the incredible orgasmic height that was dangling just out of her reach. She wasn't even trying to reach it anymore, but gave herself over to us entirely, completely limp and relaxed in our eager hands.
It was in that moment that Mark slowly started pushing his extra-lubed cock into her slick rose-bud hole, and, well prepared as it was, it accepted him eagerly without any resistance at all. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel him slide slowly over the three fingers I had inserted into her soaking pussy. I rubbed against him in welcome.
“Fu-u-u-ck,” he bellowed, as he pushed in, amazed by the unusual tightness that gloved him, by the extra-wicked sensations of me rubbing him through the thin wall. I couldn't help a feeling of satisfaction. Mark might have had a fantasy, but I reckoned reality had outclassed his fantasy by far.
I was incredibly turned on myself and, slipping my free hand between my legs, I stroked my own clit, before dipping straight into my own weeping hole. I wanted this to be about them, but I was getting an enormous amount of pleasure myself and couldn't hold back. My two hands worked in unison, one in Cath and one in me. I absorbed her pleasure and gave her mine, sharing our fire, orbitting it.
Hearing in Mark's voice that he was already on the very edge, I instinctively started working my hand harder in Cath and sucked even more intently on her clit. My other hand was working on the same feverish rhythm inside myself, matching my hand and tongue in her. I wasn't working my plan anymore, all conscious thought had dissolved in the overwhelming sounds and sensations washing over us in our wet, warm cocoon. Now it was all about primitive, desperate need.
Cath almost immediately convulsed in an enormous orgasm and Mark was only two steps behind, pumping his hot seed into her tight little hole. The sounds echoing in the shower were over-whelming and my skin was tingling and burning as if the water from the shower were ice cold. A few seconds longer and I burst into my own orgasmic pleasure, squeezing my entire being into the tightest little atomic space and then bursting free into a mind-blowing, rushing freedom, carried higher by the other orgasmic sounds around me.
They collapsed around me on the shower floor, a tangled heaped of arms and legs, the warm spray from the awesome capacity geezer still raining down on us gently.
I wasn't sure if this weekend was a once-off or if it was the beginning of a whole different facet of our friendship, but I did know it had opened doors that I didn't ever want to close.
“This is a dream come true for any man, so yeah, I've fantasised about it,” he grinned back at our amused faces. “I’d really, really love to watch you two playing in the shower. I’d just sit outside like a voyeur, watching.”
“Just watching?” Cath teased.
“Okay, maybe wanking a bit as well.” Mark’s grin was even broader. Clearly he felt his little slice of heaven on earth had arrived.
“Wanna shower, Carrie?” Cath asked.
Now that Mark had mentioned it, it seemed like a good fantasy for me too, even if it was a new one. My mind raced through the possibilities.
“I think I’d really like that,” I grinned at them. “Can I bring my bag of toys?”
“You never told me about a bag of toys,” Cath mockingly pouted. “I only know about your vibe.”
“Hey, you’ve got Mark, I’ve got my toys. Wait here.” I rushed off and returned with a bag that had Cathy’s eyes stretch a little as she reached out her hand for them.
“Are those all toys?”
“Yes, and they’re mine. Hands off!”
“I wanna play too.”
“Oh you will, but it’s gonna be a surprise.” I could hardly believe I was flirting with another woman, and it was flowing so naturally.
Mark’s face was a treat. I couldn’t help myself, I just burst out laughing. This had clearly added a realm to his fantasies that had upped the excitement even more.
I pressed myself up against Mark sexily and whispered something in his ear before I took my bag into the bathroom and started the shower. Within seconds he joined us in the bathroom with a glass that he put down on the counter-top, and a chair that he positioned so that he could see every detail of what we did. He was already fully erect again and stroking himself gently in anticipation of what was to come. I looked at him, tempted. It would be wonderful just to sink between his legs and take his cock in my mouth, but I had other things to do first, I reminded myself and we had the whole weekend. There was ample time for everything.
The shower was enormous and beautiful. It had a modern-rustic stone floor with one matching wall. The rest was wrap-around glass. It was the perfect setting for the plan I had cobbled together in the lounge. We were definitely going to have an experience that we would remember.
Cathy was laying out her toiletries and getting ready for a shower, so I did the same. I subtly slipped a couple of balls out of the toy bag at the same time and then joined Cathy in the shower.
“Just hang on, Cath, before you start washing, let’s start with a little treat.” I had slipped some lube on the balls although I doubted I would need them. I supported her against the stone wall and lifted her leg closest to Mark so that he had a good view of what I was about to do. The water was streaming down, but we were on the periphery of it.
I sank to my knees in front of Cathy and, for the first time ever, I saw what a man must see when he looks at me. I saw the loose, eager lips framing her glistening wet hole, and I couldn’t resist fastening my lips over them gently, jut to feel and taste, just quickly. Smooth… wet… soft... spicy. Those were my first impressions. And so sweet! I’m a primal girl: I love to taste my fingers when I’m masturbating, and I expected Cathy to taste the same, but she didn’t. Her flavours were more complex, more earthy, and very, very sexual.
I moved my mouth away reluctantly, then looked up to make eye contact with her before my next move. I raised my hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her, which was no big surprise, but the hard balls she felt cupped in the palm of my hand was. I could see in her eyes she was excited, and she spread her legs even wider as I slipped first one then the other ball into her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she adjusted to the unusual fullness and the tantalising movement of the smaller balls inside the bigger ones. I knew that every movement she made now would excite her even more.
I stood up, sliding myself up her until we stood, breast to breast and mouth to mouth. Our kiss was slow and gentle this time, a physical acknowledgement of borders crossed and new changes to explore. We were both hugely aroused, but wanting to enjoy it all, each new touch and feeling.
Cathy reached for the soap, lathered it and started soaping me. She turned me towards the spray and soaped my back in long, flowing movements, from nape to thighs. I felt every place she touched and ached in every one she didn’t. Her hands sailed slowly over my shoulders, down the curve of my back and then flared with my butt, shaping and moulding it lovingly, down my thighs and then back up again, trailing one finger firmly up my butt crack in the process.
I shivered and she moved in closer, respondent to my cues. Her hands slipped around to cup and mould my breasts as she grazed her teeth erotically along my shoulder blades, pressing her clean-shaved pussy up against me. Turning me towards her with infinite tenderness, she trailed her hands wherever she could reach, further sensitising my already hyper-alert skin.
As I turned, I caught a glimpse of Mark, staring at us with a focus as hard as the cock he was running a single finger up and down. Cath didn't let my attention wane for more than a second. She opened her mouth and sucked me in, literally. My nipple peaked and grew so long in her mouth that I felt I'd discovered a new universe of sensation. And then the other followed, treated to the same erotic suction. I was completely weak with lust and felt the evidence flowing freely through my sensitive, smooth pussy lips and onto my thighs.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" I mumbled over and over again. When Cath reached that tell-tale ident between my legs as she sliding her hand up, I moaned a needy, desperate moan and reached for her in response, slipping my hand between hers too give her some of the same pleasure. Through it all our kiss continued, needy and steamy in intensity, but soft, even in it's passion.
As I reached the apex of her equally slick thighs, I felt the string of the jiggly ben-wah balls, which reminded me that I'd actually had a plan before I'd been so completely transported. I loosened my lips from her reluctantly , but kept touching her, guiding her towards the corner of the shower facing the wall.
I gestured to Mark in a pre-arranged signal, but it took a couple of seconds for my meaning to sink in, until he remembered. He handed me my toy bag which I put on the shower shelf and something from the glass which I also put on the shelf. I took a sexy little string of hot pink anal beads out of the bag and lubed them well. Cath and I had never discussed things this intimate before so I didn't know if she had any anal experience, and I didn't want to hurt or shock her.
I returned to her and positioned her sexily, spreading her legs wide, butt out as far as I could get it as she leaned against the far wall, her beautiful butt cheekily pointed towards Mark. I took something from the shelf, popped it in my mouth and knelt down low between Cath's legs, facing Mark so that he could see everything. He was completely caught up in the moment, his finger now tracing the precum around the tip of his cock in almost desperate little circles. Mmm, I still needed to get that cock into my mouth again soon. But first, I had something else to do.
Running my one hand over my breast, I used the other to guide Cath's exposed pussy lips open, displaying her clit clearly. I didn't touch it with my fingers, just reached my mouth up and sucked her in into it's icy depths. The ice from the glass had mostly melted already but the freezing sensation remained and Cathy screamed as I sucked, convulsing so hard that I struggled to keep my lips on her. I reached between her legs quickly and found the string, then popped the balls out one by one, extending her still shuddering orgasm.
She was more slumped against the wall than leaning against it now, breathing raggedly and mumbling words like 'Please' and 'God' between choked little screams. I continued sucking because I wasn't anywhere near finished yet. I wanted her to have the most amazing series of orgasms of her life in that shower.
Scooping up some of the juices that were gushing down her legs, I guided them towards her as yet untested little rosebud at the back. Feeling my way I inserted as much of the juices as I could. Aaah, so it wasn't a completely virgin little hole. It accepted my finger, slick with her juices, quite readily. Reaching down I picked up the beads from the floor and, still going by feel, still sucking on her clit but more gently now, I inserted them, also by feel as I continued my sucking, alternating it with greedy little laps of her juices. She only managed to take two beads before I felt the resistance, so I stopped, felt for the lube, now lapping more gently at her pussy area in general, poured some lube unseen into my hand and rubbed it over the larger beads that were still waiting their turn. Never once did I stop licking. I couldn't! The whole experience was intoxicating and I needed more.
Cathy was so high she was running her hands over herself, rubbing and pinching her nipples as she begged for more.
“Please, Carrie, please. Suck me, suck me. Carrie, push it in. Do it, fuck, just do it!”
I wasn't going to be rushed, and continued slowly lapping at her pungent juices. Slowly, achingly slowly, I continued to insert the hot-pink little beads. Eventually I had the last one in, so I could start tongue-fucking her in earnest. I eased the last bead in and out slowly to the rhythm of my tongue dancing hard in and out of her other dripping, hot little hole. The sounds Cathy was making now couldn't be called screams anymore, they were hungry, primitive little moans and gasps that were an incredible turn-on.
I had completely forgotten about Mark, but the little rush of air as he opened the shower door to enter reminded me. All things given, he had shown quite a lot of restraint waiting this long to join us. Mark picked up the lube from the floor and quickly and thoroughly lubed his almost bursting penis. He indicated to me to carry on what I was doing, so I did, but changed my focus back to Cath's hugely swollen clit and pushed my finger as deep inside her as I could so that I could feel what I knew was coming next.
Mark had his one arm around Cath, kneading her breast and whispering hot sexy words to her, telling her exactly what he planned.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. So beautiful. Seeing your butt sticking out like this. I have to do it my love. I have to fuck this awesome butt of yours.”
As he spoke, he pulled the beads out slowly. I felt them slipping over my questing fingers. It was unbelievably hot, especially knowing what I would feel in it's place. Cath was moaning, short little bursts of out-of-her-mind-aroused pleasure. I'm not even sure she really heard or understood words in that moment, all she understood was her senses and the incredible orgasmic height that was dangling just out of her reach. She wasn't even trying to reach it anymore, but gave herself over to us entirely, completely limp and relaxed in our eager hands.
It was in that moment that Mark slowly started pushing his extra-lubed cock into her slick rose-bud hole, and, well prepared as it was, it accepted him eagerly without any resistance at all. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel him slide slowly over the three fingers I had inserted into her soaking pussy. I rubbed against him in welcome.
“Fu-u-u-ck,” he bellowed, as he pushed in, amazed by the unusual tightness that gloved him, by the extra-wicked sensations of me rubbing him through the thin wall. I couldn't help a feeling of satisfaction. Mark might have had a fantasy, but I reckoned reality had outclassed his fantasy by far.
I was incredibly turned on myself and, slipping my free hand between my legs, I stroked my own clit, before dipping straight into my own weeping hole. I wanted this to be about them, but I was getting an enormous amount of pleasure myself and couldn't hold back. My two hands worked in unison, one in Cath and one in me. I absorbed her pleasure and gave her mine, sharing our fire, orbitting it.
Hearing in Mark's voice that he was already on the very edge, I instinctively started working my hand harder in Cath and sucked even more intently on her clit. My other hand was working on the same feverish rhythm inside myself, matching my hand and tongue in her. I wasn't working my plan anymore, all conscious thought had dissolved in the overwhelming sounds and sensations washing over us in our wet, warm cocoon. Now it was all about primitive, desperate need.
Cath almost immediately convulsed in an enormous orgasm and Mark was only two steps behind, pumping his hot seed into her tight little hole. The sounds echoing in the shower were over-whelming and my skin was tingling and burning as if the water from the shower were ice cold. A few seconds longer and I burst into my own orgasmic pleasure, squeezing my entire being into the tightest little atomic space and then bursting free into a mind-blowing, rushing freedom, carried higher by the other orgasmic sounds around me.
They collapsed around me on the shower floor, a tangled heaped of arms and legs, the warm spray from the awesome capacity geezer still raining down on us gently.
I wasn't sure if this weekend was a once-off or if it was the beginning of a whole different facet of our friendship, but I did know it had opened doors that I didn't ever want to close.
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