Two Short Stories and Three Very Short Stories by Madeleine Oh Read Free Book Online

turned to face them and Mark, with excitement in his eyes, sluiced her off, switching the spray to strong as he rinsed off her breasts, and then, slow and tickling as he washed off her belly and legs.
    “Mmm.” He looked her up and down so appraisingly she almost shivered, “Pussy’s still soapy, can’t have that. It will taste funny.”
    Alan’s hand nudged her knees farther apart and the spray hit her right between the legs. A narrow, hard stream, set to full force that wrung a cry for her as it smacked her clit. She’d have moved but Alan’s hands held her shoulders fast and then she didn’t want to move, ever. Sensation raced through her. She moaned and her hips bucked. She was close to coming, very close. She needed to come.
    The spray became a slow, gentle trickle down her legs. She wailed in disappointment.
    “Enough,” Mark said. “You can’t come yet.”
    “Ready for us?”
    Alan’s comment got her on the raw. “Yes!” She brushed wet hair out of her eyes. “I’m ready but I don’t think you two are!”
    Alan was a study in amazement. Mark a beautiful picture of surprise. She grabbed the bottle of shower gel. Mark must have brought it, nice of him, and the loofah mitt. “You two are not ready. It’s my turn to scrub.” Mark grinned. Alan still blinked though his damp eyelashes. “Turn around, gentlemen, and don’t dally. I’ve two of you to take care of and don’t have very big water heater. I'd hate to have to rinse you off with cold water.”
    “I think you’d enjoy it,” Alan muttered as he turned to face the shower wall. Mark just cast a look over his shoulder that promised anything but cold water.
    She soaped them carefully and as quickly as she could. The last thing she wanted was to cool either of them off but she just had to take the opportunity to give two delicious men a good once over. Alan was taller, only a couple of inches but there it was. Mark had the wider shoulders and the nicer bum but Alan had particularly nice firm thighs. Mark’s hair won hands down. She loved the thick, curly golden-brown mop that seldom stayed completely neat. Alan’s dark, almost black-blue hair was sort of Heathcliff-ish but a bit too heavy on his back for her taste. Soaping them up was fun. They just hadn’t expected that. She smiled to herself and made a point of scrubbing their bums thoroughly with the loofah and rubbing it lingeringly between their cracks, just to pay back for the poke she’d just endured. One had done her and the other watched so they both got it back even steven.
    The fine, fast spray seemed to rinse the fastest, so she used that. Heck she was out to conserve water, wasn’t she? She stepped back to survey her handiwork. She certainly did have two fine male specimens in her shower. A little chuckle escaped her lips as a sudden jet of water in the small of Mark’s back, sent his lovely bum jerking.
    “Enjoying this, are you?” Alan asked. Not sounding as if he was.
    She giggled. “This is much more fun than checking homework.” Fun indeed, and this was just the hors d’oeuvres. “All right, gentlemen, turn around.”
    Dear heaven! She had two enormous, very erect penises facing her. Both looking ready to fire off any minute now. Her stomach did a very slow flip. Her throat caught. Her heart slowed a second and then raced.
    “Annie, you’re as pop-eyed as a Pekingese,” Mark said.
    She believed him, heck her eyebrows felt under pressure. She squirted more lavender gel on her loofah and a face flannel. “It’s not every day I see two at one time.”
    “Glad to hear it!”
    “The last time I must have been a teenager.” She ignored Mark’s little, surprised gasp. “I was babysitting nine month old twins.” And with that she stepped in and soaped both broad chests simultaneously. If she kept her sights on their impressive rib cages, she could avoid meeting their eyes. She’d glimpsed enough smolder in each of them to ignite an inferno. Mark’s chest hair