“But with me as the… um… catalyst, you’re able to get them naked and in bed with you.” I say, putting the puzzle together. “Hoping, that at some point, you won’t need me.” I must have sounded somewhat dejected, because Shelly immediately tries to reassure me.
“You’ll be fine, Mike.” She smiles. “A certain someone’s niece is very attractive.” She says, startling me. “Don’t forget, my job takes me to the high school quite often, Mike. I’ve seen you picking up Jasmine after school.” She says, responding to the surprised look on my face.
“We’re just friends.” I tell her. “She won’t date a white guy.”
“Don’t give up, lover.” Shelly says, wrapping her fingers around my hard cock. “You’re one of the good guys. She’s bound to come around.” I don’t tell her that Jasmine knows about her and Cyn and isn’t speaking to me.
“What can I do to help you with Cyn?” I ask, warming up to my role as coconspirator.
“Just keep recovering, this quickly.” She says, stroking her hand up and down my hard cock. “I’ll do the rest.” Breaking the embrace, she glances at the bathroom door. “Let’s join her in the shower!” She says excitedly, tugging on my arm as she opens the door.
“What’s going on?” Cyn yells from behind the shower curtain.
“We’ve decided that you’re right, Cyn.” Shelly says. “He does need cleaned up.” She pulls the shower curtain back and nudges me in.
“Wait!” Cyn says, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. “You can’t just barge in here.” She says, moving back, as I step over the side of the tub followed by Shelly, who pulls the curtain closed behind us.
It’s a small shower. Cyn has her back against the tile at one end of the tub; I’m facing her, with Shelly standing under the spray behind me. Our bodies are pressed together and I kiss Cyn lightly on the lips.
“Where’s the soap?” Shelly asks. “This young man’s cock tastes like pussy!” Cyn and I both start laughing as Cyn shrugs resignedly and hands Shelly the soap.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” I say. “I thought you said is was scrumptious.” I smile, pulling Cyn’s soapy body tightly against me and running my hands down her wet back, to caress her ass cheeks.
“Yes it was tasty.” Shelly says quietly. “But like I said, I was tasting it second hand, and it was mixed in with some of your flavor as well, Mike.” She says, grinding her pussy mound against my ass. “Now let’s get that thing cleaned up.” She says.
Crammed together in the small shower, with Cyn’s tits pressing into my chest and Shelly’s tits against my back, I feel Shelly’s hand snake around my waist and begin soaping my cock. Cyn, obviously feeling Shelly’s hand moving between us, tries to move back, but I cup her ass cheeks and hold her against me.
As Shelly brings her other hand around my waist to join the first one, I feel Cyn tense. Shelly’s soapy hands are moving up and down between us lathering my cock, my stomach and the top of my thighs, which means she is also lathering Cyn’s stomach, pussy mound and thighs. I squeeze Cyn’s ass cheeks and slide my fingers towards her pussy lips, while I try to distract her.
“What a great surprise, Cyn!” I blurt out. “It’s every guys fantasy to have two women at the same time, but I never actually expected it to happen.” I say, as my fingers find her pussy lips.
“We thought you’d be surprised.” She smiles nervously, closing her eyes as my fingers probe her moist pussy lips. She’s still quite wet from her orgasms and, with my palm against her ass cheeks, I slip my middle finger into her well-lubricated hole. I start wiggling it back and forth, in a quasi-pumping action, as I shove my tongue into her mouth.
Shelly doesn’t know what’s going on, but she notices the difference right away, as Cyn starts grinding her pussy mound against the back of Shelly’s hand. Shelly tries to turn her hand over, but there’s no room. I pull my hips back and Shelly flips her hand over, sliding it down into Cyn’s pubic hair, while continuing to stroke my cock with her other hand.
“Oh god!” Cyn cries, breaking the kiss. I add another finger to my first one, pumping them into her pussy in rapid-fire motion. Cyn is bucking against Shelly’s hand, which I assume has found her clit.
“Oh shit!” Cyn cries, as she loses her balance and falls against the shower curtain. I yank my fingers from her pussy to grab her arms. Shelly has her arms around me and for a minute, we’re all slipping and sliding in the slick tub. When we finally regain our balance, we’re locked in a three-way embrace, laughing hysterically.
“There’s not enough room.” I say, maneuvering past Shelly, so I can rinse off. “This is too dangerous.” As I stand under the spray, rinsing the soap off, Shelly and Cyn are pressed together, face to face, or more accurately, tits to tits. After rinsing my front, I turn around. My hard cock brushes against Shelly’s ass and, over her shoulder, I see Cyn and Shelly just staring at each other, their tits only inches apart. Both women have their arms at their sides.
I press my body against Shelly’s back and reach around to fondle her tits, letting the back of my fingers brush against Cyn’s hard nipples. Turning my hands over, I play with Cyn’s tits, while brushing against Shelly’s hard nipples. Shelly puts her hands on Cyn’s waist as I playfully flip one hand around so that I’m now fondling each woman’s right tit. It feels great, but looks hilarious and we all start laughing again. Pulling my hands out from between their tits, I lean against Shelly’s back, pushing her against Cyn. With Cyn’s back against the tile, their tits mash against each other and Shelly moves her hands down over Cyn’s hips.
“It’s too cramped in here.” I say, squeezing Shelly’s ass cheek. “I’m getting out.” Neither woman acknowledges me as I step from the tub.
“You two wash each other real clean.” I smile. “I’m not done with you.” I say, as I close the shower curtain. My cock is rock hard and I really want to stay and watch, but I don’t think Cyn would appreciate it. I’m not sure she’s ready for Shelly to do anything, anyway.
“That was you touching my clit earlier, wasn’t it?” I hear Cyn whisper, as I’m toweling off and leaving the bathroom. I stop at the door and listen. “It felt… um… different.” She says.