picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as he marched into the bathroom.
Niall dodged around them to race ahead and turn the water on, while Mas rolled a condom over his cock. He sat on the little seat on the shower, his legs wide apart, and tapped his lap.
“Sit on me. Face away from me.”
Her knees were still a little wobbly from the unexpected orgasm she’d just enjoyed, so she stood over him and pushed his cock into her pussy willingly, pressing her ass hard against his body as she sat.
He felt so good, stretching and filling her, her inner tissues still swollen and tender from her orgasm, the nerves tingling and ready to rouse again.
Mas thrust up hard inside her, his cock filling her to the very brim, his strong, muscular thighs easily able to move her as well as himself, as she had her feet balanced on the shower floor to help him.
Niall stood in front of her, holding his cock at her mouth. She grasped his shaft gently in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. She tried to time her licking and sucking of him to match the thrusts upward into her by Mas, but her body was so alive, so sensitized, her own pleasure made thinking and concentrating very difficult. She flicked her tongue into the eye of Niall’s cock to taste his flavor. She loved both their tastes. Niall was tart, spicy. Mas was blander, but with an underlying male muskiness that was highly erotic.
Another orgasm was building in her core, growing fast, going to blast through her very soon. Her pussy clenched on Mas’s cock, and his hands grasped her breasts, playing with them, pinching her nipples over and over again, between cupping her globes and teasing the delicate skin of their sides.
One of Mas’s hands slid lower to cup her pussy, pressing on her clit, and she came. He thrust into her faster and harder, and she felt the burst of heat deep inside her that let her know he’d come, too.
She sucked Niall deep into her mouth, but he said, “Later,” and pulled out. Her eyes closed in the throes of her orgasm, and her brain was fried. She couldn’t think about him right now as her body twitched and shook, while waves of pleasure rolled through her, and Mas pumped up inside her one last time.
Then Mas was standing once more, still holding her body, and Niall was in front of her, his cock covered with latex.
“Do a handstand,” Niall ordered. Confused and still wobbling from her second orgasm in very quick succession, Aurelia obediently flipped her body onto her hands, glad the shower stall was spacious. Mas held her around the waist, while Niall grabbed her hips, widening her legs and resting her feet on his shoulders.
Niall had to push to enter her in this position, but she was so sensitized every inch he claimed made her spine tingle and her nerves stand up and beg for more. When he was deep inside her, he began pumping hard and fast. She understood he’d been waiting patiently to come, while she’d had two orgasms already, and was awed at how considerate both these men were.
Mas’s hands were firm on her sides, supporting her weight so her arms didn’t get too tired. But Niall was so aroused it wasn’t long before he exploded inside her. At that very moment, he pinched her clit, and to her absolute astonishment, she came again. Three orgasms in less than an hour. Unbelievable. Plus another one before them as well.
Niall pumped a few more times, and then the men pulled her upright. Niall held her while Mas washed her back, shampooed her hair, and soaped her arms and legs. Then Mas held her as Niall sponged her front and rinsed the shampoo from her hair.
Staggering slightly, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked into the bedroom, dropping face first on the bed and not moving, even when the men joined her later. She was aware they were there but so far beyond tired she couldn’t move.
Chapter Two
The television was on, as usual, while they ate breakfast the next morning. Aurelia was more or less
Niall dodged around them to race ahead and turn the water on, while Mas rolled a condom over his cock. He sat on the little seat on the shower, his legs wide apart, and tapped his lap.
“Sit on me. Face away from me.”
Her knees were still a little wobbly from the unexpected orgasm she’d just enjoyed, so she stood over him and pushed his cock into her pussy willingly, pressing her ass hard against his body as she sat.
He felt so good, stretching and filling her, her inner tissues still swollen and tender from her orgasm, the nerves tingling and ready to rouse again.
Mas thrust up hard inside her, his cock filling her to the very brim, his strong, muscular thighs easily able to move her as well as himself, as she had her feet balanced on the shower floor to help him.
Niall stood in front of her, holding his cock at her mouth. She grasped his shaft gently in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. She tried to time her licking and sucking of him to match the thrusts upward into her by Mas, but her body was so alive, so sensitized, her own pleasure made thinking and concentrating very difficult. She flicked her tongue into the eye of Niall’s cock to taste his flavor. She loved both their tastes. Niall was tart, spicy. Mas was blander, but with an underlying male muskiness that was highly erotic.
Another orgasm was building in her core, growing fast, going to blast through her very soon. Her pussy clenched on Mas’s cock, and his hands grasped her breasts, playing with them, pinching her nipples over and over again, between cupping her globes and teasing the delicate skin of their sides.
One of Mas’s hands slid lower to cup her pussy, pressing on her clit, and she came. He thrust into her faster and harder, and she felt the burst of heat deep inside her that let her know he’d come, too.
She sucked Niall deep into her mouth, but he said, “Later,” and pulled out. Her eyes closed in the throes of her orgasm, and her brain was fried. She couldn’t think about him right now as her body twitched and shook, while waves of pleasure rolled through her, and Mas pumped up inside her one last time.
Then Mas was standing once more, still holding her body, and Niall was in front of her, his cock covered with latex.
“Do a handstand,” Niall ordered. Confused and still wobbling from her second orgasm in very quick succession, Aurelia obediently flipped her body onto her hands, glad the shower stall was spacious. Mas held her around the waist, while Niall grabbed her hips, widening her legs and resting her feet on his shoulders.
Niall had to push to enter her in this position, but she was so sensitized every inch he claimed made her spine tingle and her nerves stand up and beg for more. When he was deep inside her, he began pumping hard and fast. She understood he’d been waiting patiently to come, while she’d had two orgasms already, and was awed at how considerate both these men were.
Mas’s hands were firm on her sides, supporting her weight so her arms didn’t get too tired. But Niall was so aroused it wasn’t long before he exploded inside her. At that very moment, he pinched her clit, and to her absolute astonishment, she came again. Three orgasms in less than an hour. Unbelievable. Plus another one before them as well.
Niall pumped a few more times, and then the men pulled her upright. Niall held her while Mas washed her back, shampooed her hair, and soaped her arms and legs. Then Mas held her as Niall sponged her front and rinsed the shampoo from her hair.
Staggering slightly, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked into the bedroom, dropping face first on the bed and not moving, even when the men joined her later. She was aware they were there but so far beyond tired she couldn’t move.
Chapter Two
The television was on, as usual, while they ate breakfast the next morning. Aurelia was more or less
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