We sat on either side of the table silently eating pancakes, staring deep into each other’s eyes most of the time. It was apparent that we were both starving because in minutes they were all gone. I sat there looking in to her eyes and sipping espresso when suddenly I jumped slightly, feeling a foot press against my groin which quickly responded in excitement. A grin spread across her lips as her foot stroked softly against my now hard cock. While this was happening she pretended to simply sip her small mug, paying me no mind until finally putting it down “So, how about we finally have that shower?” She got up and gently grasped my hand, spinning in a small circle while I followed obediently to her small bathroom.
We stripped down again and I finally noticed the deep musk that emanated from both of us. Her hand moved to turn the knob while I stared dumbly at those angel wings bent slightly over while she adjusted the temperature. After pulling off her glasses and putting them on the sink she reached down, Grabbed my cock, and pulled me into the hot water. As an aside, this is where I found out the first sexual activity that I hated and still to this day 8 years later with many more attempts under my belt, have not been successful in, that is sex in a shower. We all have strengths and weaknesses when it comes to these things but be real, have any of you fucked in the shower and not felt fear? Anyways, we will continue with this story and I will tell you about how I learned that there are simply some places not designed for sex.
I entered the shower dick first and immediately bent Chantel over, attempting to go to town doggy style. As I entered her, I realized that the shower seemed to get rid of some of the natural lubrication we had relied on the previous night causing some pain instantly. Since there was more friction, the force of my first thrust made her lose her balance. She twisted to the side and I felt my cock bend at an unnatural angle so I pulled out while she slammed face-first into the wall. On her way down, she kicked one of my legs out by accident, causing me to pound my left eye into the water dial. I managed to hang on to her which prevented us both from falling all the way down. I ignored the pain, pretended my eye wasn’t streaming tears, and braced myself against the wall with my free hand before pulling her back on to her feet, we were undeterred. Chantel turned to face me and guided me into her with a hand. The friction was still there but I am not one to back down from a challenge. Grabbing her thigh, I lifted one leg while she wrapped her arms around me. I attempted to thrust and was successful, once, She moaned giving me hope, Twice, some of the friction got better as she was now horny as hell, thrice, her foot lost it’s grip. She smashed me in the nose with a headbutt and we both fell in a tangled mess. We both groaned stuck in a tangled heap on the floor of the tiny shower. Honestly you have to admire how determined we were, neither of us willing to admit defeat we got back up. My nose was now bleeding and blue hair dye was rolling down from her head. “How about we try something else… here.” she got down on to her knees and started to suck my cock. It was intense, the hot water and feeling of her mouth wrapped around me felt unbelievable… for a few seconds. Then between my size and the water she started to choke and I felt warm watery liquid come out of her mouth. She recoiled and removed herself from of my member, coughing heavily. I pulled her up by the elbow and started to beat my hand against her back until she finally started breathing normally. We stood for a bit and after a moment of recovery I guided my cock inside of her again, this time with both of our feet on the ground while she leaned back against the wall and slightly bent her knees. I was determined to keep my footing so I tried to be gentle. Moving slowly I pushed against her and the friction was pretty bad which hurt the skin on my dick that had already been abused by last nights adventure. It seemed to be going fairly well though so I started to move a little faster, pressing her harder against the wall when suddenly her left leg shook and I heard a gasp in my left ear. She moved very slightly to that side and I lost my footing again, headbutting her this time. It is not arousing to headbutt your partner in the face and finally, I went limp, ending this misadventure. We breathed heavily, her holding her forehead, me holding my friction burned cock and bloody nose while the water continued to fall around us. She reached down and felt for my erection which was finally for the first time with her, completely gone. For once in our time together neither of us were horny anymore. I felt the need to voice my opinion at this point “I don’t think we should try this again.” She simply nodded and grabbed the soap from a shelf on the side, passing it to me to soap up her back. From then on we just had a regular shower. In the future while we would usually shower together alone, even when there were more partners involved, we did not attempt this again. After silently cleaning our bodies we got out and shared a towel to dry off before she started laughing again, breaking the brief spell of tension.
I grabbed her hand and picked up my boxers, she opened the door and we left the bathroom. I started to pull towards the front door, expecting that it was time to head home but was surprised when she resisted, moving back into the bedroom. “We will need another shower after this.” I stated and she looked back at me with a wink and a grin “You don’t know me well enough yet but… I don’t leave a job unfinished.” The second we were in the room she grabbed my cock again and it responded quickly as if it knew her plan. Leaning in to me she whispered “I’m gonna leave you something to remember me by. Your job is to just stand there now, boy, while I suck you dry.” with that, I was back to painfully erect. Now that I have been with other women, I know just how damn talented Chantel was with a blowjob. Back then I didn’t have any frame of reference and just thought all women could suck the chrome off a tow hitch like that. She knelt in front of me and pressed her finger against my butthole while driving my cock into her throat without any hesitation. I felt like someone who had been raptured while she simply stayed like that for a long time, seemingly a human with no need for oxygen. Then she started at the work, her tongue whipped quick circles around the head when she pulled away, always ending when she pushed her piercing into the hole of my urethra gently before going deep again. Then she pushed me into her trachea when she moved forwards seemingly uncaring to my larger than average size. Normally I can keep myself from cumming too fast, once I had more experience I would be able to fuck for hours without reaching climax. In all of our time together however, when Chantel blew me I would start shooting in two minutes tops and no amount of tantric learning seemed to matter in the face of her artistry. My dick started throbbing and she pulled away suddenly while moving her tongue in tight circles around the head, twisting her hand on my cock in the opposite direction. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled forwards slightly, feeling the pulsating grow strong until I came into her mouth, unable to keep my eyes open. When I looked down I saw those gray eyes looking back at me and a shit-eating grin on her face. My knees went weak as I heard her swallow and I couldn’t help myself, I wrenched her up by an arm and pushed her back on to the bed where we made out aggressively, my hand pressing against her hot groin without going further.
After that was done, I grabbed my boxers from the floor, put them back on to body and headed out of the room, Chantel so close behind I could still feel her heat. With serious lassitude, I put on the parts of my costume required to not get arrested on my way home while leaving the suspenders, mask, tunic and hat loosely gathered in my arms, the top of my chest exposed since I had apparently lost 3 buttons. I had to take a break while putting on my boots and when I looked up I saw her staring at me with that same grin. I smiled back “If I had my way we would never leave that bedroom you know.” In response she feigned a pout “But you are inexperienced. Study for me baby, you can do that… right?” we laughed yet again before I finally stood “For you? I will learn every sexual art known to man.” before I could fully leave the door she turned me around, not wanting to show her nudity to the neighbors. I pressed her hot naked body against my beaten costume, I just held her close while staring up into those unbelievable eyes. When we separated I turned back, she blew me a kiss and winked and I returned the gesture before I left, shutting the door behind me. I walked back home in a haze uncaring as to how I looked, disheveled and exhausted, moving through a crowded city with a permanent smile plastered to my face stopping my loose pants from falling down with one hand.
Doing the same obnoxious routine as usual, I got the door open and heard “Sup, dickhead.” from the living room while I softly closed the door and wrestled the deadbolt back into the warped hole. I tossed my costume carelessly into my room and walked to the kitchen to grab a snack. “Not too much you old sea hag!” I replied with my head buried in the fridge. I walked back into the room chomping down on some pepperoni. “Where di- JESUS! are you OK?” Halfway through her question she had turned to look at me, a look of horror appeared on her face and she covered her mouth. “Uh, yeah, why? Is something wrong?” I asked casually between bites. “You need to go look in a mirror dude…” I strolled over to the bathroom and saw why she was freaked out, bursting out with laughter uncontrollably when I saw the reflection staring back at me. Some of the blue dye had washed off but my face was now a pale sickly shade of gray, with a swollen and bloodshot left eye. “Yeah it’s cool, just hair dye and a discovery that shower sex is fucking dangerous.” I shouted back at her. “Ewww, too much info man.” It turns out my roommate was ace and found sex to be disgusting which I didn’t know before we moved in together. To her, if for some reason you are reading this I should apologize for putting you through what came next, wish that apartment had thicker walls and I don’t blame you if you still think I am an asshole cause you’re kind of right.
After showering in the morning and vigorously scrubbing myself with soap for what seemed like hours my body was only a slight gray tinge now, most of the blue having seeped off. Still I chose to wear a long sleeved shirt and was probably going to have to answer questions about my now bruised eye. When I got to class the next day, I immediately ran into Sharon who winked at me and walked close, quietly asking “So how did your big date with Chantel go? When I started to reply she shushed me with a finger “Listen, I don’t care what goes on down there. You two can do what you want and don’t change anything because of me. With all of that said… you know my room is the one above hers, right?” I looked down at my shoes, feeling my face flush while she gave a giggle and consoled me a bit, saying “All I want is for you two to be happy. I’m just busting your balls… besides, it was kind of hot.” with that last statement we headed back to our chairs in the lab and I pretended to care about the class. Luckily, nobody asked about the gray skin or eye although I got plenty of looks. It was a good thing too since I had not come up with an excuse at all.
Once I got home, I finished my coursework as quickly as possible before focusing on my brand new class, advanced sexual education. If you said I was extremely motivated you would be underselling it. For the next three months the following cycle established itself. I would read anything and everything I could find on sex, going on kink forums, buying a rope and practicing knots, buying books, buying sex toys or pirating books I couldn’t find. I read about how to give and receive anal sex, breath-play, cunnilingus, bondage, sex positions, spanking, tantric sex, dominance, submission, foreplay, basically anything I thought my new partner would enjoy, hell I even read books on ritual sex magick! In between these studying sessions me and Chantel would experiment with my newfound knowledge, under her tutelage I discovered a lot but mainly that I am a kinky motherfucker with way too many fetishes. Chantel was perfect too since my biggest fetish to this day is squirting which she did every time she reached climax and I will never not love that shit. I also discovered that we both had an appetite for adventurous sex, liked being both submissive and dominant, had very few inhibitions and seemingly unlimited libidos. We both also learned to keep Gatorade and/or water on hand since we generally refused to leave the bedroom for anything. Almost every night her daughter would go upstairs to be babysat (So lucky, Sharon had 3 kids her age and didn’t care how often we asked her to do this for us since they all got along… Thanks Sharon!) I would go to Chantel’s apartment, we would fuck until our bodies gave out, then one of us would wake the other one up in the morning so we could make it to our job or university classes on time. The only nights we weren’t fucking were when our genitals were too sore to do so or Sharon was unavailable for babysitting duties, even then we sexted, sent pictures/videos or called each other. In this time I kept my grades up but only barely and had to start driving to school from her house since I could no longer reliably make it to the bus on time. Sometimes it was hard to sit in a seat because my cock would be rubbed raw, my asshole would be sore, or there were whip/paddle welts on my ass and back. People noticed surely but everyone was too polite to ask. Even the time I forgot and took my shirt off accidentally while removing a sweater, revealing a painted canvas of nail scratches, a bite mark, and red welts to the four rows behind me it only elicited a chorus of chuckles and whispers. I didn’t give a fuck, I was now definitively in love.
I came to her house about two weeks after and when she opened the door I simply grinned and pulled two lengths of red silk rope from my pocket “Wanna see my new knots?” in response I was violently yanked into the house by my belt. As usual, when we were in this state it was practically impossible to stop fondling each other long enough to get to her bedroom and it seemed like today she was extra worked up, already quietly moaning while I kissed her neck and lifted her almost off the ground by her ass to press my cock against her. By this time I had learned to wear shoes that were easy to slip off when I visited so we didn’t have to waste precious seconds in the doorway fumbling with boots. She led me into the bedroom by my belt and once we reached the bed I tossed her across it, jumping on top. We frantically pulled off our clothes and I knelt over her, rope in hand ready to show off my new skills. I flipped her over hearing a delighted giggle as her tits flopped to the side, and brought her hands over her head, tying them together , elbows wrapped on either side of the head with some effort using single column ties, three on either side, making sure to keep some space between them starting just below the elbow since it wasn’t something I was well versed in. Finally the knots were complete and I finished it off by taking the two ends and looping them through a hidden eyelet in the wall behind the top of the bed in two half hitches to restrain her. She struggled playfully and I gave her one swift smack on the ass using a backhand stroke that just struck with the tips of my fingernails, leaving thin red lines across her skin. She gasped slightly so I pulled her by her hair and whispered “Don’t struggle now. We aren’t ready yet, you don’t want to be punished… right?” which resulted in a soft whimper.
Opening the drawer I grabbed the ankle bracelets and a vibrator which I placed on the pillow in front of her face. She tried to snap her head back but I was seated on her legs so she couldn’t turn all the way. I saw a cheeky pout “Where’s that headed?” I unlatched the anklets clicking my tongue “tsk, tsk, surely by this point you know better than to ask…. It is going wherever I want.” I moved down her legs and snapped the cuffs on before getting off the bed to gather the other ropes. I reached under the bed to pull the bindings attached to posts up from under the bed. Running the ropes through the eyelets on the anklets, I spread her legs until the ropes had just the right amount of slack and finished with another two half hitches on either side, then I gave each rope a good pull and the scene was complete. She was bound face down onto the mattress with just enough slack to pull her waist up enough for doggy style but not enough to turn around, perfect. I crawled over her slowly, reaching for the vibrator then suddenly pulled her hair to the side, kissing her while turning the sex toy on. I pulled her hair slightly harder to strain the neck against the bindings while I sat on her back “Open.” she obediently opened her mouth and I put the vibrator in while she squirmed slightly, just to get it warmed up a bit. I feigned thinking, tapping my chin with me free hand “So. Asshole, pussy? Who can say what’s best?” then pretended to decide “Ah, I know!” still with a vibrator rattling against her teeth I reached back into the drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube.
I withdrew the vibrator and ran it slowly down her back, barely touching her while I moved my body with it and she began to breathe heavily, a defiant look in the eye that could see me. I got down to her legs and pulled her halfway up on to her knees as far as the bindings would allow. I made a big show of lubing up the vibrator but it was to distract her so that when I pushed my cock inside of her pussy it came as a bit of surprise. Her hands gripped either side of her head and she let out a deep moan before biting down on the pillow in front of her. I began to fuck very slowly, never actually pushing in all that deep, only allowing the first 1/3rd or so in at any time while I ran the vibrator against her asshole. I kept this up for a minute or two until she started to try pushing me deeper inside when I pulled the vibrator back and spanked her, harder this time across the ass with another backhanded swipe “No!” I half-shouted. The response to that obviously sent her wild as I could feel her tensing up, already near orgasm though we had only just begun. I let it play out when I felt another shudder run through her, the time was right so I slammed myself deep inside with a wet smack, staying there and keeping the pressure of my pubic bone against her clit while ever so slowly pushing the vibrator into her ass. She began to tense up and her pussy tightened so much that it almost squeezed me out, in response I pushed the vibrator in deeper while swiftly pulling my cock out and she climaxed, spraying down my cock with that lovely squirting fluid. I could feel the vibrations now and began to rhythmically pump my dick in and out, still slowly but now pushing the whole shaft in. “Fuck, Jesus, fuck me, FUCK ME stop teasing me you fuck!” Chantel could have quite a few orgasms in a row if you just applied the right sorts of pressure. I slapped across her ass with a cupped forehand and felt her get insanely wet again, another deep shudder traveling down that lovely back. Who am I to deny a beautiful woman?
I wrapped my hand around her waist and started hammering, alternating the thrusting of my cock and the vibrator. “YES!” her scream and climax came simultaneously which set me off, causing me to cum inside of her yet again while another rush of fluid came out, soaking the bed. My body was wracked with pleasure and I pulled the sex toy out. We both went limp at the same time but I was not finished. I pulled back and started to rim her asshole tasting the sickly sweet lube while moving the vibrator to rub against her clit. In response I heard a sharp thud as she tried to reach down but was prevented which brought a grin to my face “One more, Chantel, cum in my face and I’ll let you go.” which elicited another hard moan as she arched her back down so far her stomach touched the bed. I flipped myself over and started to eat her pussy while pushing the vibrator against her ass sideways. As I whipped my tongue around her clit, occasionally moving it up and down her slit, and sucked her lips into my mouth. I tasted a slightly salty fluid start up yet again. I reached blindly and grabbed the lube, without stopping my tongue I, mostly, got the lube onto the vibrator though some cold lube landed on my chest. I started humming while flicking her clit quickly up and down with my tongue and began to push the vibrator deep and slow. That familiar pulsing started and her leg collapsed while slightly salty liquid blasted over my face. We stayed like that momentarily, somewhat choking as her soaking wet body lay across my face until I got up and turned the vibrator off. I had untied her legs and flipped her over then lay down beside her and grabbed a pack of smokes.
We were laying side by side as I passed a cigarette between us, holding it against her lips because her hands were still tied above her head. Both of us had quit smoking but enjoyed a single cigarette shared between us to mark when we were finished fucking for the night, a ritual that would continue until the end. Then she asked a fateful question, one that would change the future of our relationship dramatically “Hey, do you want to fuck another woman?” I looked at her, this person that I loved, surprised by the bluntness of the question and not quite understanding where she was going with this. once I was finished with my drag of the smoke I answered her “No, I mean, why would I?” I put the cigarette in between her full red lips, waiting for a reply once she was done. “No, silly, I mean would you want to try a threesome? You’d have to find them though, I don’t wanna bang a co-worker.” I took my own drag of the mostly finished smoke and thought some more “You sure?” Chantel just looked at me with that cocky grin “Fuck yes, we gotta shake things up you know? and if it works out, we could make it a regular thing. Do you know anyone who would be interested?” I passed the smoke back and answered “Yeah… Yeah I think I might know somebody.”
So, I didn’t proofread that since the last one didn’t get any attention and I am working on a different part. I apologize if I missed some grammatical fuck ups or anything like that but I promise this is the end of the romantic shit. I will also be ditching the title format since it will be easier for everyone if these are related, but separate tales since it does involve 2 more people past this. Next story is about our second partner, a woman who was wildly dangerous and fucked me up good… stay tuned!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11gprac/shower_sex_sucks_bondage_is_kinda_awesome_though
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