DeeDee, John, And I: Our Sexual Adventures
Chapter 5
DeeDee gives Will a midmorning surprise.
Not sure how long the three of us lay there together after DeeDee got to watch John destroy my ass. But being wrapped up together was something I could get used to, having John on one side and DeeDee on the other. I couldn’t ask for a more cozy, safe, and loving place.
But nothing lasts forever; John’s vacation was almost over. He was returning home the next day. But that was a ‘tomorrow’ problem; today, I was trapped between two very warm, very sticky, very sexy people. There was nowhere on this earth I’d rather have been, except the bathroom, I really, really needed to pee. But how could I get out of bed without waking John and DeeDee? Forget it, it was either lie here in this wonderful heap and pee on both of them, or pry myself loose and run for the toilet.
I chose the toilet; we were already covered in dry sweat and cum, I didn’t need to add to that. I removed DeeDee’s and John’s arms from my chest, slid off the end of the bed, and bolted across the room, headed to the bathroom. As I sat down, I heard DeeDee and John waking up. I was just about to stand up when DeeDee came in. She was stunning, standing in the doorway, naked and half awake. Her beautiful Auburn hair was messed up from all our excitement in bed.
She yawned and teased, “Are you about done? I need to pee too, stop hogging the facilities.”
I got up and made room for DeeDee; she almost knocked me over getting her turn. She sat down and released a stream into the water below. As her bladder continued to fill the bowl, she looked up; “John went to the other bathroom, said he’d shave and jump in the shower while he was in there. He will meet us in the kitchen when he is done. I guess it’s just you and me in this one. Can you get the water going so it will warm up, please?”
I was actually happy to have a moment alone with my DeeDee. I reached in and started both shower heads. While it was warming up, I grabbed my toothbrush. Deedee put her hand out for hers, so I put some toothpaste on it and handed it to her. When we got done, we both stepped into the shower. As always, the hot spray and steam felt marvelous. DeeDee wrapped her arms around me, raised on her tiptoes, and kissed me, deep, lovingly, as she melted in my arms. I never wanted to let her go; we both stood there locked in each other’s arms. For the next few minutes, the outside world was gone. My whole world was in that shower. Everything I wanted or needed was right there in my arms.
DeeDee looked up and smiled. She seemed so calm, so relaxed, so in love. “Thank you so much,” she said, almost whispering.
“For what, honey?” I asked.
“For so much, for everything, for Last night, for telling me about you and John, and for letting me watch as he ravished you,” she continued. “How was your first time. Did you enjoy John’s inside you? Was it better than being pegged?”
I could tell she was still excited about John and me being together. “Slow down, one question at a time, first, about pegging vs a real cock. It’s different, not better, maybe more intense. John’s cock felt warm, hard in a different way. And if I’m honest, John’s movements, how he moved inside me, his rhythm, was more natural, more fluid. It’s hard to explain, it’s probably more psychological than real, but having John inside me was more vigorous, more erotic.”
“As far as how I felt about having John take me for the first time?” I continued, “It was amazing. Honestly, I would have enjoyed it more if he had been smaller, but the pain didn’t last. Most of that might have been from my concern about how his massive cock would fit. My mind was braced for it to hurt, so I was waiting for the pain and didn’t relax enough to enjoy the penetration. Once I relaxed and stopped focusing on his girth and allowed myself to feel his rhythm, it was ecstasy.”
“And yes, I definitely enjoyed every thrust, every time his balls slapped against mine. Once I started following and rocking with him, I couldn’t get enough. I found I wanted more, wanted him deeper, harder, faster. I was the one who lost control, not John. He tried to slow down, to go easier, but I wanted to be pounded, hard and deep. I’m now paying the price. My butt is sore, but I’m also actually craving more. Thank you for being so excited and wanting to watch. John and I may never have opened up about our longing if you hadn’t challenged us to face our desires.”
With DeeDee pressed up against my naked body and thinking about how it felt to have John fucking me, I could feel myself getting aroused again. DeeDee noticed too.
DeeDee’s face was aglow as she took in every word. Her hands slid across my chest, down across my body toward my now growing cock. She held my rising shaft as she lowered herself down onto her knees. Warm water cascaded down my body as her warm mouth wrapped around my now hard cock. She slowly ran her tongue around the head of my penis as she stroked me. This was different: slow, sensual, loving, and passionate.
I leaned back against the wall of the shower and closed my eyes. I stood there, lost in the pleasure of DeeDee’s loving attention. Her warm mouth, her soft hands, and warm breath as she continued loving on my manhood. This was unlike any other time she had gone down on me. This wasn’t just another blowjob; it was so much more. She continued to stroke me with one hand and slid the other between my legs, as she brushed across my still sore asshole.
I was sore from the pounding John had given me, so when her fingers did that little spin around the rim of my asshole like she loved to do, it made me jump. She leaned back, releasing my cock from her mouth, and smiled up at me.
“You really are sensitive down here,” she teased, faking sympathy, “let’s see if you’re ready for more.” There was that mischievous grin, accompanied by a twinkle in her eyes. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it.
I gently moved my hips toward her. Didn’t care how sore I was; I didn’t want her to stop. She got back to her gentle sucking, with her hand back between my legs, teasing my ass. After sliding her fingers around the rim, she pushed into me—first one finger, then another. Usually, three was her maximum, but I was still stretched out from John’s massive cock pounding into me. I tried to relax as she pushed her hand into me.
She pushed four fingers into me, but just barely. As sore as I was, it felt incredible; I wanted more. We have a large tray in the shower for all of our shower products: soap, shampoo, conditioners, and a bottle of silicone lube for shower play. I reached over to the shelf, picked up the bottle, and handed it to DeeDee. She looked at me with a bright smile and a questioning gaze, as if to say, ‘Are you sure?’
I reached over, turned the shower down a bit, and pushed my hips toward her again. She covered her delicate hand with the lube and started exploring my asshole again. Even with the pain, I was enjoying her digging deeper into me. She had her mouth wrapped around my cock again, one hand stroking my shaft and the other trying to crawl up inside me. Thanks to John’s monstrous cock, she worked back to getting four fingers in again, deeper this time.
My cock was engorged, aching to let go of my load, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I wanted her to keep exploring. She got it up to her knuckles, even being stretched by John; it was still tight. My legs were shaking, and I must have let out a low whimper. She looked up as if to ask if she should stop. I looked down, caught my breath, and managed to tell her:
“Don’t stop, I want all of you. You feel so good inside me. don’t stop.”
She pulled her hand out and applied more lube, then pushed back into me with her fingers straight. Thankfully, she always kept her nails trimmed and filed. She slid in like my ass was just another bracelet, one size too small. After a few twists of her wrist, another deliberate push, her hand popped through and was buried inside me. My asshole burned as I clamped down on her wrist and held her tightly. The pain was worth the ecstasy of feeling her exploring the depths of my ass. She continued to suck and stroke my cock as she worked her other hand back and forth inside me.
I was shaking so hard that as I reached that point of no return, my legs wanted to buckle. I was moaning and grinding my hips. DeeDee knew I was close; she knew my body better than I did. She took my cock deep into her mouth, firmly gripped the base of my shaft, and rolled her wrist, rubbing her knuckles across that special spot. When she hit my prostate, I exploded. Not sure if I screamed out loud or just in my head, but the jolt that flashed through my body as I came was incredible.
My ass clamped down on her; my cock exploded in her mouth. I was throbbing with every muscle I had. DeeDee pulled her hand out suddenly between rushes of my orgasm, while she continued sucking my balls dry. She licked the last of my cum off the top of my cock, then stood and reached up to kiss me. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, but I was too busy gasping for air, trying to regain control of my body, to enjoy her mouth and the taste of my cum.
My heart finally slowed, my breathing returned to normal, and I was able to kiss her back. There was that alluring taste of my DeeDee and my cum together. DeeDee reached over and turned the shower back up, increasing the temperature. The hot water and steam felt amazing. Holding onto DeeDee was the only reason I didn’t collapse right there on the floor of the shower—my legs had finally started to stop shaking and regain their strength.
DeeDee reached up, got the soap, and washed me all over, taking extra care between my legs. Once I regained my composure, I washed DeeDee, too. When we were both done, we stepped out and got our towels. I was still wobbly from that explosive orgasm, so I led DeeDee back to the bed and collapsed back on it. I realised that John must have stripped the bed while we were in the shower, and I found myself wondering just how much he had heard.
We lay there, holding each other, basking in the afterglow. I’m always amazed at how lucky I am to have this beautiful, seductive little minx all to myself. I held her tighter, as she snuggled in closer, if that was even possible. I never wanted to leave that bed ever again. When I was in DeeDee’s arms, I was home; nothing else existed.
Unexpectedly, John poked his head into the bedroom. With a sly smirk across his face, he teased: “You too finished finally. Sounded like you were really enjoying whatever DeeDee was doing to you, Will.”
He laughed and continued as I lay there blushing, “Well, when you both catch your breath, lunch is ready. Dress code is ‘come as you are’.”
He turned, and I watched his cute, firm, naked ass head back to the kitchen.
DeeDee and I hugged each other and laughed. I kissed her again, then said, “Guess we should join John in the kitchen since he made lunch for us.”
DeeDee looked at me and gave me a sweet, loving smile and kissed me softly, then sprang out of bed, pulling me with her. We headed out to the kitchen without even stopping to get anything to put on. We just strolled in together and sat down to have a relaxing, naked lunch with John.
{Next up: DeeDee gets a night out with the boys}
