Here is Chapter 8, the saga continues. Thanks for all your messages and support. All other chapters can be found [Here](https://www.reddit.com/user/Different_Networks/comments/xohw6q/here_is_a_link_to_all_my_stories/), enjoy!
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As the steam began to fill the bathroom, Marc watched from the bed as Carrie’s naked body disappeared into the shower. Across the bathroom, there was a massive soaking claw-foot tub that no one ever really used. It was only fitting that the shower truly only had enough room to comfortably fit a single person. Carrie began to soak her hair, taking a few pumps of her shampoo into her hands and lathering up under the hot water. Her legs were still slightly weak and luckily for her, the shower stall had a small seat that was built into the width of the fiberglass frame. She sat down, letting the jets of the shower head rinse her head off and wet the rest of her body.
As she reached for the conditioner, Marc poked his head through the back of the shower curtain, “Do you really think we’ll both fit in there,” he asked.
Carrie stood up, tapping her hand on the white seat, indicating the best spot for him to join her. Marc squeezed in and sat down, spreading his legs to give her ample room to move around, one against the wall, the other pushing into the curtain. No one ever truly enjoyed showering together, most of the time it was when a relationship was fresh, fun, and new before the casual nudity of everyday life with couples crept in, but they were not there yet and couldn’t resist any opportunity to be naked together. Marc looked at her body intently, her shiny skin from the shower spray in front of him looked fabulous. He thought back to all the times he had watched her come out of the pool in a bikini, now he had the pleasure of seeing her dripping wet without anything on. It also didn’t hurt one bit that whenever Carrie had to turn around to focus the water on a specific part of her body, either the back of her thighs or butt brushed up against him.
Marc grabbed her pink poof from the suction cup holder, squirted a few drops of her scented body wash into the middle, and started to squeeze it generating suds. As Carrie let the conditioner rinse out, Marc began to wash her, starting around her neck. He held her hand with one of his, running the soap up and down each one of her arms, flipping it over to do both sides and her hands. He then centered on her chest, making large circles around her boobs leaving her nipples uncovered. After her chest was surrounded by the fluffy white foam, it was impossible to not run his hands over her rock hard nipples. She could not remember the last time someone did this to her, a sensual bath, shower, or massage was highly underrated. Marc continued down her body, passing by all the spots between her legs to focus on the tops of her thighs first.
Facing him, Carrie raised her right leg up, conveniently touching his dick with the tips of her toes as she placed it down on the seat in front of his crotch. She leaned back into the corner of the shower, letting him work his hands up and down the front and back of her leg. Once done, she switched legs and watched again as he worked up and down on her slowly. Marc brought the soap filled poof up to her stomach, giving it a squeeze to let the suds slowly flow down her body, over her tiny pubic hair patch, and curl under her most precious area. He decided to use his hands now, making a tickling motion around her hair and then flipped his hand over as he started washing between her legs.
Everything Marc did to her caused an insatiable amount of arousal, the slipperiness of the soap and his hand rubbing over her lips and pussy were extremely erotic. While not his initial intent, he was enjoying how his soap filled hand simply gilded around between her thighs. Carrie moved back enough to push his legs together and kneeled over him on the seat. With barely enough room to hold the two of them, she took a dollop of shampoo and began to wash his thick dark hair. As her hands dug into his scalp, her mouth could no longer resist the temptation of his lips. She moved in, allowing her soapy pussy to be positioned right on him and began to flick her hips forward, “Mmmm, that feels really nice, does that thing ever get soft?”
He laughed and held Carrie by the hips to control the slow speed of her grinding and make sure she didn’t fall. She reached down to the floor, grabbing the poof that had fallen down and began to soap up his arms and chest. He wasn’t so hairy that he resembled an ape, but just enough for her to be able to make a few patterns on his chest. She couldn’t stop running her hands over it or his thick biceps, the masculinity drove her wild. It was only another minute before her soap filled hands were pulling between his legs. Every time her thumbs reached the top of his dick, he couldn’t help but flinch, feeling the beautiful ache in his balls from the constant erections.
Carrie reached back, turning a knob as the water above stopped, switching to the hand held portion of the shower. She stood up, rinsing his hair, ensuring to push all the water back to keep it out of his eyes, then washed away the soap from his chest, arms and legs. He took the wand from her, repaying her body back with the spray, rinsing what little soap she had left. He noticed the head could be adjusted, changing the flow of the spray. Finding a setting with the most pressure he placed it between her legs pointing up until it splashed against her clit.
She immediately spread her legs open, then squatted down a few inches into the gushing stream, “Mmmm, how’d you know I do this,” she asked, beginning to rock her hips around the water, “actually I’ve thought about you several times while doing it.” He smiled, diving his mouth into her body, kissing all around her stomach and hips as she held behind his head as a gesture of content. Marc handed her the wand, spinning her around as she kept it in position. He started washing her back, more out of a necessity to finish and move on to something else. He stared at her backside as he pushed her torso down with his hand, causing her face to rest against the wall in the small confines of the shower. Marc pulled her hips towards him as she bent over, causing her backside to spread. Both of them had somehow forgotten about the plug, but there it was, still in place in front of his face.
Marc poked and pulled on the heart-shaped end causing her to wiggle, “Shit, almost forgot about that. Want to pull it out for me?”
“Nope, I want to watch you push it out,” he revealed.
It was as if the water temperature was turned up to its hottest setting. Carrie took her free hand and spread her cheek to the side and began to push. She had loved the way it felt inside her right now and even more when they were in her bed. Marc watched as the thickest part of the toy became visible, stretching her tiny little ass wide until it fell down to the drain with a pop. After it was out, her opening was now slightly smaller than a quarter, but the intense feeling of pushing it out caused her to pulse open and closed. He touched it with a single finger for a second, moving his face in closer, and finishing up with a little lick using the entire width of his tongue.
Marc needed to feel himself inside there right away. He grabbed her by the hips and started to lower her into his lap. Carrie gave some initial resistance, “Now,” she asked, “what if it’s messy in there?”
He grabbed the shower handle from her, “Bend over,” and took the high pressure spray and pointed in directly into her ass.
The muscles on Carrie’s thighs became rock hard as they flexed, never feeling this sensation of water shooting up into her, “Wow, shit, that’s intense.”
Marc removed the head from her backside, watching the crystal clear water spray out of her the same way it went in. He repeated it two more times, the water stayed true to its transparent state. He grabbed what little soap was left on the rag, coating himself and her before pulling her back towards him. With his bulbous head right against her ass he reminded Carrie, “Remember, you said this was mine too.”
“Mmm hmm,” she muttered as he felt her weight shift into him. Marc grabbed the base of his shaft, squeezing hard to keep him straight as she lowered into it. Carrie’s legs began to shake, thinking that getting past his head wasn’t going to be the hardest part, but the harder and thicker part of his cock would take some work. He took a pump of the soap in its non-lathered form and dripped it down her ass. She pushed like she did with the plug and after a few minutes of inching down and back up, his head disappeared inside.
Carrie letting a man enter her ass for the first time had filled her body with new sensations she was unfamiliar with. She had dropped the showerhead, causing it to spray against the wall, putting her hands on her knees to keep pushing, “I’ve never,” she kept her weight slowly falling back on him, letting another inch expand her backside, “felt this before Marc, fuck you feel enormous. But…it’s so, so good,” and finally was able to relax her muscles and push her ass about half way down, getting past most of his girth. Pushing down hard caused the most adorable wrinkles around her ass and waist. He let her rock up and down into him, watching those same wrinkles disappear when she pulled away and reappear every time she tried to take more of him inside.
Marc felt incredible inside her ass, the initial push and intense stretching feeling had pretty much all disappeared. Sure she had fingers and tongues playing around there before, but never this. She finally went for it, and pushed her body fully down into him, his cock now disappeared.. Whenever Carrie stopped moving to gain a little composure, her ass involuntarily pulsed, it was as if it was a tiny little mouth sucking through a straw and she had zero control over it. Finally relaxed she sat totally down and began to rock her body by gliding up and down his wet hairy legs. Marc was exploring all over her body with his hands, feeling the slender and slightly muscular parts of her back, the soft plushy skin of her ass, and the firm smooth legs on the sides. He started moving his hips a bit faster.
Carrie leaned forward, placing both her hands on opposite sides of the shower valve, letting him extend in and out of her. The pleasure was so intense, her eyes felt as if there was something in them and could no longer keep them open. Along with the slow strokes, he watched the water cascade down from her back, splashing back on his chest. Her legs were so shiny, silky, and smooth. She was even slowly turning him into a foot guy, seeing her cute painted toes scrunched up on the shower floor while she stood on her tiptoes for the best angle.
After a quick run of his hands from the backs of her heels up to Carrie’s waist, Marc settled his hands around her waist, pulling her body away from the shower wall to lay back on his chest. Pumping a few times to get some momentum and checking her own pleasure, Marc reached down to grab the shower head that was flailing on the floor. He wrapped his arm around the top of her chest and pulled the shower stream up between her legs, placing the current right on her clit again. She began to lose it.
The combination of Marc’s mouth kissing around her neck, the feeling of his giant hand rubbing both her nipples at once, along with the shower head moving side to side on her clit, and of course his thickness moving in and out of her tightest place, Carrie started moaning loudly. The internal pressure of pushing into her felt amazing and the contrasting feeling of the relaxation of her muscles as he pulled out was so sensual but a drastic difference. She wished she had one of her toys to slip into her pussy for more enjoyment. Instead of leaving the shower to grab one, Carrie took the shower head in her hand and as if he was reading her mind, reached over her thigh to slip two of his fingers inside.
She did not want to stop the rushing water and resumed the work that Marc started. With her free hand she grabbed the back of his head, turning to furiously kiss him as he increased the pace. Her mouth was open, barely able to concentrate on his lips, but he did get a better understanding of her breathing and moaning being that close to his face. Carrie leaned back, tossing one leg up next to the shower valve and the other on the wall to her left. Looking down at her spread legs, it was hard to see past the water and fingers, but she wanted to get a better look at his thick veiny cock shoved up her ass.
She moved the water to focus on her perky nipples for a few moments, loving the sensation spraying against them. She finally saw him buried inside and the sight between her legs and the overall thought of the moment sent her body into complete overdrive. Rocking as fast as she could with the little bit of leverage she had, Marc pushed his hand a certain way and pressed against the walls inside her pussy, now feeling himself moving in the tiny hole below, she rushed the water back to her clit.
“This is the best a man has ever made my body feel, don’t stop, I think you’re going to make me cum.”
Marc grunted and groaned as well, able to let Carrie’s body do most of the work on him. She was bouncing so fast, “Me too, keep shaking on it.”
Now they were both getting close and the energy they both expelled over the afternoon was bringing their tanks to empty. Carrie reached under her left leg, searching for his balls, eventually finding them through all the activity between her legs and ran her nails over him. She felt them get stiff right away and his gentle moans of pleasure indicated that she could continue. She grabbed his entire sack, alternating between squeezing gently in her tiny soft hands, tugging at the loose skin, and scratching with the tips of her nails underneath. She could feel his body tensing up, loving the way it felt. Carrie took a chance, never being able to see the reaction of a man as she lowered her middle finger down to his own ass.
Carrie applied a little pressure, feeling him clench up but not saying a word. She pushed a little more until her little red nail disappeared into him. Marc let out the longest and loudest moan she had heard to date from him or any man in her entire life. She kept pressing her palm into his balls, keeping that one single finger in him wiggling back and forth. Carrie felt so dirty but loved every minute of it.
The water had gotten cold, but neither of them had noticed while just about every pleasure point on their bodies was being taken care of by one another, causing their own heat. Carrie got another look below at the way their arms, legs, and body parts were contorted around each other. She began to lose it, “Right there, uh huh, yessssss, so fucking close.”
No longer able to keep her legs held up against the walls as they began to shake, she dropped them to the floor. In doing so, everything got much tighter and the feelings intensified greatly. Marc could feel her trembling and slid his body back and forth on the seat.
“Oh my god, fuck fuck fuck, almost,” she screamed, “keep going.”
Marc held on for a few more moments as he told her, “Cum for me, cum for me right now!”
Those few words were something her husband would never say, but with Marc it immediately opened the door to a new orgasmic experience, it was a switch that was never flipped for her and only Marc was able to use it. Carrie planted her feet flat on the floor as her legs held onto his as she started shaking. The first wave hit her and she could no longer take the intense rushing of water on her clit and let the head hit the floor again. With his fingers rubbing around her inside, the next wave came and she lost all control. Her body spasmed like she was having a seizure. Every single inch of her body felt as if it was cumming at once, “Fuck I’m cumming, so…fucking….hard!”
The rapid movements were too much for Marc and they both moved so fast the only thing that was left on one another was his dick in her ass. She was still rocking uncontrollably but managed to come to her senses for a moment, giving him the green light, “Mmmm Marc, cum in my ass, I want to feel that too, it’s so dirty.”
Very similar to her, the command sent him over the edge. Marc grabbed her hips and pushed her away just a bit. He grunted, “Ughhhh, I’m cumming,” and watched the long rod contracted downwards, knowing he was shooting his cum into a place that never had any before. He squeezed her ass cheeks hard, separating them so he could give a few longer strokes into her as he finished.
After he let go, Marc flopped his head back against the shower wall and could still feel Carrie slowly shaking. It wasn’t until she looked back at him that he knew something was very different about this moment. Having a new look of desire in her eyes, she finally spoke through a trembling voice, “I..I…don’t think I’m not done, please Marc keep going.”
He was pretty much tapped out, his cock already about to enter rest mode, but there was no question what she wanted, and he could still stay hard if that is what she wanted. Marc grabbed her hips and brought her back on top of him. His cock slid into her without any resistance this time and he firmly and began to pull and push her body forward and back on him. He spread his legs, opening wide for her to bounce around on him. Carrie’s weight was nothing to him as he moved her body effortlessly up and down.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuuuuuck, you feel so good,” she was panting and the words were barely audible, “fuck my ass, oh god Marc, please fuck it harder.”
Marc increased the pace, pulling her ass down until her cheeks pressed into his abdomen, then pushed up on her body until his dick almost popped out, then pulled her in hard again. He wished this was how it started, being able to watch everything disappear inside and the way the tight wrinkled skin around her ass firmly held on to his cock.
Carrie was using one hand on the shower stall wall to push her body back hard along with his pulls, “Oh Marc, please, please, please, go as hard as you can.” As he pulled her body into him, he thrusted hard as well. She had never felt so good in all her life, her hand dropped from the wall and began to rub between her legs. It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds of his rough pounding before she started to cum again. The first orgasm felt as if it didn’t completely stop before the combination of the second one took over.
It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a scream, and no more discernible words left her mouth as Marc felt her ass clench down on him like a vice. A few more rough pumps and she exploded, “Hrmmmm, oooooh, shittttttttt” the sounds that came from her mouth were like a woman possessed, everything coming out between her clenched teeth.
She tried to hold him in as long as possible but her body pushed him out without warning. Her legs got extremely weak and Marc had to guide her slippery body down to the shower floor as she trembled in the pool of cool water. Carrie tried to reach back over her head to find the thing that caused her deep anal orgasm, but was so out of it that Marc told her, “I’m good,” and began to simply rub her shoulders and arms, even that felt incredible to her. Despite the water turning icy cold, both of them were warm and fully content.
It took almost five minutes of speechless companionship in the shower with gentle rubs before Carrie stood up. She faced him, sat on his lap, and immediately began kissing him. She only needed to say, “I’ve never,” before both of them erupted into a laugh and continued their embrace. Her wet hair was a mess, half covering her face, but she still looked as irresistible as ever. She brushed away the sticky wet hair from her face and his, whispering into his ear, “Never, ever, felt so good. That was really dirty and naughty, I feel so slutty and I love it.” She moved from his ear back to his lips, devouring his mouth with a vengeance.
Marc finally suggested, “We should actually shower and clean up huh.”
Carrie nodded and stood up, going back to the body wash bottle and lathering up the poof. She couldn’t just wash her body, but had to make it a bit more seductive. In the small walls of the shower, she rocked her body in a little dance, watching as his eyes took in every shake of her curves. Once finished with the soap, she grabbed the shower head to rinse off, making sure to touch her body in the sexiest way possible for him as the water rushed away the soap. Of course she moved the soapy poof to his body and finished washing his chest and legs.
After rinsing him off, she stood up and looked down, then squeezed the remaining soap between his legs. She raised her foot up and pressed it into him, “Should I finish you a second time too.” Marc rolled his eyes coyly and with a smile, but he was easily convinced to keep going at the feeling of her toes wrapped around him. Her legs were spent, so she grabbed the water to rinse him off, “I can barely stand, let me finish you with my mouth.”
Marc watched as she got down to her knees, never turning down some oral pleasure. She approached him, squeezing him hard with her hand to rub it all over her face. Wanting to work back down below she took her other hand to squeeze his balls and sneak back down with her finger. Carrie opened her mouth and slowly swallowed him, taking her finger and giving some pressure below until it was back inside. He grunted out, passionately touching the side of her face, it gave her the warmest chills of satisfaction inside. She really knew how to use her tongue on the right spots and always put herself in the best position to let him glide all the way back.
They had spent a lot of time in her bed earlier and without even realizing it, well over an hour in the shower. The exhaust fan was buzzing even though there wasn’t a bit of steam in the bathroom. The overhead light hid the fact that darkness was beginning to arrive outside. Neither of them cared at all as Carrie continued to bob her head up and down, taking his hard member into her throat repeatedly.
“That feels so good,” Marc revealed, “keep going, I’m almost there.”
Carrie looked up at him with a smile. She jokingly put her teeth around him in the gentlest of ways, softly biting his head before dropping back down to finish. To aid her masterful sucking, she began to loudly hum, causing vibrations on her tongue and lips that rocked his entire body. Carrie was now familiar with his body language and knew he was close.
Through the loud humming of her mouth, another hum could be heard, “Carrie, what’s that?” But she was so focused on the hardness in her mouth it took him a second time to ask before it broke her concentration, “Carrie?”
She paused with him still resting on her tongue, some spit dripping down as she opened her eyes. Looking side to side to see what the noise was, “Fuck, the garage, he’s home. Oh my god what time is it?” Carrie stood up, turning the water off in a panic, but then returned her hands to continue stroking him. “Listen, listen, listen. He always washes his lunch stuff out immediately when he walks in the door. Then goes into the laundry room to take off his work clothes for the washing machine before doing anything else. It’s like clockwork and so predictable. Are you really close?”
Marc’s eyes bulged as he mouth the word, “What?”
She asked again in a stern whisper, “Are…you…close?”
He nodded his head yes and started to speak, “But what if…”
Carrie tugged him hard, quickly moving back down to her knees, “We have like a minute, but cum quick, and quietly. OK”
Before he could protest, Carrie already had her lips wrapped tightly around him, her mouth was too much to resist. She bobbed her head earnestly and faster than ever, knowing she could get him to blow in a few seconds by pushing all his buttons at once. Like a teenage daughter hearing her father come home, she got him to completion in seconds. It was hard for him to not let out a few little grunts as she took his white warm mess in her mouth. She swallowed it quickly and stood back up to get out of the shower, remembering to grab the purple plug off the floor. Carrie tossed him a towel and ran into her bedroom, listening for her husband to start walking up the steps.
Whispering over to Marc she said, “Dry off, he’s in the laundry room,” then quickly straightened out the bed and grabbed the toys off the comforter and tossed them in her drawer. Next she had to hide the outfit she had on for him, balling everything up, darting to the door to her closet and shoved everything into the corner out of view.
Marc whispered over to her, “Come here,” and poked at the fake lashes on her eyes, “you probably should take these off.” They both laughed as she tugged the lashes, pulling until the adhesive came loose. She tossed them into the toilet in the bathroom and flushed it away. Marc had moved over to the bed, pulling on his underwear as they both heard a foot hit the first step coming up to the second floor. Both of their eyes bulged widely as they looked at each other and she silently mouthed, “Fuck!” She grabbed the clothes he didn’t have time to put on and shuffled him into her closet.
Luckily, both Carrie and her husband have separate closets with separate doors. It was a tight fit, but she managed to shove him in against her clothes and shut the door a mere second or two before her husband made the turn into their bedroom. She told him, “Hey there, took an early shower, I am really pooped today.” She smiled internally at the actual reason for her exhaustion. He told her that was his plan as well and stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Carrie hoped there was no evidence left behind as she heard the water come to life behind the closed door.
She ran over to the closet, opening the door to see Marc trying to fiddle with his clothes and get dressed, his hair still soaking wet. He immediately made a beeline for the bedroom door exit in just his underwear and shirt, stopping at the top of the stairs as Carrie approached him. For one last tease, she dropped the towel to expose her perfectly naked body to him, then stood up on her tiptoes as she aggressively shoved her tongue into his mouth. She finally stopped, turned around to pick up the towel but not before she wiggled her ass at him, then bent over a little more to spread her cheeks one last time, a reminder of what they just had done.
Marc tiptoed down the steps to make his way to the back door, his usual exit under normal circumstances. Halfway down he could hear her husband yell from the shower, “Fuck, this water is ice cold, how long were you in here.” He tossed on his pants in Carrie’s kitchen, and finally slipped out the back door with a smile.
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Ha ha after reading all of that the cold shower bit at the end made me laugh