I woke up first the next morning.
Sunlight was filtering through the curtains. All three of them were still deeply asleep around me — completely naked. Arjun on one side, Kabir on the other, and Rajesh half-draped across my legs. My body ached everywhere… my thighs, my hips, my sore pussy… but when I felt that deep, used feeling inside me, I couldn’t help smiling. I liked it.
Carefully, I slipped out from between them. I picked up my phone from the side table and quietly climbed back just enough to take a picture of the three of them sleeping naked on the bed. Looking at the photo, I giggled softly under my breath.
Then I checked my notifications. There were a few missed calls from my mother and some relatives. I quickly messaged her:
“I’ll come tomorrow by the train I booked. Don’t worry.”
While scrolling further, I saw a new email from the HR of the company I interviewed with. They wrote that they would be selecting me and would soon roll out the offer letter. A small rush of happiness went through me.
I put the phone on charge, dug into my bag, and pulled out a simple tank top and a pair of shorts. After slipping them on, I walked to the washroom. I didn’t lock the door. I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water.
As soon as the water hit me, I felt their cum slowly seeping out of my pussy again. It was thick and sticky, and the way it slid down my inner thighs felt strangely ticklish… and instead of disgusting me, it only made me want more.
A minute later the bathroom door opened. One of them — Arjun — stepped in behind me. Without a word he reached around and grabbed both my breasts hard through the wet tank top, squeezing them firmly.
“Ouch…” I hissed.
“Sorry,” he murmured against my ear, but he didn’t let go. His hands kept kneading my soft breasts while the warm water ran over both of us.
I stretched one hand backward and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. It was already half-hard. I started stroking him slowly under the water — long, tight strokes from the base to the head, twisting my wrist a little each time I reached the tip. He groaned and bit down on the side of my neck, sucking the skin while I kept working his cock with my hand. I could feel him getting fully hard and throbbing in my grip. Pre-cum smeared over my fingers as I pumped him faster.
Just when his breathing grew heavier and I knew he was close, I stopped the handjob. I guided the swollen head of his cock between my legs and rubbed it up and down my slippery entrance, teasing him. The thick tip parted my folds but didn’t go in yet.
He lost patience.
With a sudden jerk he pulled my body back against him and thrust upward. His thick cock slid all the way inside me in one smooth, deep push, filling me completely once again under the running water.
The warm water continued to pour over both of us as Arjun started moving inside me from behind. I placed both my hands flat against the tiled wall for support, arching my back a little so he could go deeper. His thick cock slid in and out of my already cum-slick pussy with wet, heavy strokes. Every time he thrust forward, I felt him stretch me wide and push deep; every time he pulled back, that thick drag made me moan.
“Ahhh… Arjun… slower…” I breathed, but my voice was already shaky with pleasure.
He didn’t slow down much. His hands gripped my wet hips tightly as he fucked me against the wall, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the rush of the shower. My breasts swayed with every hard thrust. Water ran down my back and between us, making everything even slicker. I kept my palms pressed firmly on the tiles, pushing back against him so I could take him as deep as possible. Soft, broken moans kept spilling from my mouth.
After a few minutes he pulled out suddenly. Before I could complain, he turned me around, lifted me slightly, and pressed my back against the cool tiled wall. He hooked one of my legs around his waist and guided his cock back to my entrance. With one strong upward thrust he buried himself inside me again from the front.
“Ohhh fuck…” I cried out, my arms wrapping around his neck for support.
Now I could see his face. Water streamed down both of us as he started fucking me hard against the wall. Each deep stroke lifted me slightly on my toes. My sore nipples rubbed against his wet chest with every movement. The new angle made him hit that sensitive spot inside me perfectly, and my moans grew louder and more desperate.
“Yes… just like that… ahhh… don’t stop…” I whispered against his ear, clinging to him.
He kept a strong, steady rhythm — deep, powerful thrusts that made my whole body shake. The wet heat of the shower, the thick stretch of his cock, and the way he held me tightly against the wall all mixed together until I was trembling. My fingers dug into his shoulders as the pleasure built higher and higher.
A few moments later his thrusts became shorter and harder. He groaned deeply, buried himself all the way inside me, and started cumming. I felt the hot, thick pulses of his cum flooding deep into my pussy again — strong, rhythmic spurts that made me moan in pure satisfaction. My walls clenched around him as he emptied everything he had inside me.
When the last pulse faded, he didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed deep inside me, both of us breathing hard under the warm water. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, still feeling his cock throbbing gently inside me while the shower continued to wash over our joined bodies.
We just held each other like that for a long moment, wet, breathless, and completely connected.
Still joined under the warm water, Arjun slowly leaned in and kissed me.
It started soft — just his lips pressing against mine while we held each other. Then it deepened. His tongue slipped into my mouth, slow and hungry, tasting me while the water continued to cascade over our naked bodies. I kissed him back, my arms still wrapped around his neck, feeling his cock slowly softening inside me. The kiss lasted a long time, wet and intimate, until we finally pulled apart, both breathing a little heavier.
He smiled and reached for the soap.
Without saying much, he began washing me. His soapy hands moved gently over my shoulders, down my arms, then across my breasts, lingering a little as he cleaned the sticky traces of cum and sweat from my skin. I closed my eyes and let him. When he moved lower, he carefully washed between my legs, his fingers soft against my sore, used pussy, cleaning away the thick mixture that kept slowly seeping out of me.
Then it was my turn.
I took the soap and washed his broad chest, his muscular arms, and down his stomach. My hands moved lower and cleaned his thick cock thoroughly, feeling it twitch slightly under my soapy fingers even though he had just finished. We took our time, washing each other slowly under the warm spray, the bathroom filled only with the sound of water and quiet breathing.
When we were both clean, he turned off the shower.
We stepped out and dried ourselves with towels. My body still felt pleasantly heavy and used. I walked back to the bedroom, picked up the tank top and shorts I had taken out earlier, and slowly pulled them on — the soft fabric settling over my clean but still sensitive skin.
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