Dazzling the Dazzlings

Dazzling the Dazzlings
Chapter 6: Grand Finale
Mister Coffee

You let out a long shaky breath and loosen your grip on her boob. You're about to pull back, when it occurs to you that you might as well stay in as long as you can. Maybe you'll stay hard—unlikely, but the thought that your dick is up Adago’s ass is amazingly hot.

But you've got to keep her interested, so you let go of her boob and redouble your efforts in her pussy, your fingers sliding in and out of her slippery hole. Since you've got a hand free, you decide to see if you can get away with pulling her skirt up, and maybe get a peek.

You tug the hem of her skirt up and pull back just far enough to see your dick vanishing between her tight cheeks. That's an image that's going to stay with you for a long time. You give a few experimental thrusts, but it's no good. Your dick needs a little time to rest before it'll perform again. In the future, you're always going to keep a couple of viagra on you, just in case you find yourself in this exact same situation again, as unlikely as that seems.

She turns slightly as your spent dick pops out from between her asscheeks. “Is that all you've got?”

The girls in pornos never say that.

“I bet he'll get hard again in the shower,” Aria says.

You nod eagerly. You're hoping that will happen.

Adagio shifts her posture as she considers this, and you keep working your fingers inside her. If she's on the verge of orgasm, she's much more likely to agree to a group shower.

“Sonata, go lock the door.”

“But I want—“

“You can come back when you've done it,” Adagio says. “And join us in the shower.” She reaches down and pulls your hand out of her. “I guess today's your lucky day.”

Yes. Yes it is.

Once again, Adagio fails the seductress test. You'd never really thought that there was an unsexy way for a woman to remove her clothes, but now you can say with certainty that there is. Luckily, not only do you have Sonata and Aria to look at, but the thought of fucking Adagio up the ass in the shower makes up for it all. Or whatever she wants to do. You're not really that picky.

She sets her clothes on the half wall, and leads the group into the showers. Sonata, it seems, isn't opposed to going back in, even if she'd already finished. Then again, it's not like you'd be saying no, even if you'd just finished showering.

You let her lead you in, your eyes locked on her butt, and how it shimmies as she walks. You're so intently focused on her, you don't notice that Aria is behind you until she rests her hand on your shoulder.

For a moment, you're reminded of guards leading a prisoner to an execution, but you squash that thought right away. And, if it does turn out to be the case, at least you had some really good times before it happened, and were led off by three smoking hot naked girls you’d just fucked.. Way better than any last meal would have been.

Sonata goes to the first shower column and begins turning on all the faucets. Moments later, the room begins to fill with steam. Aria presses herself up against your back, crushing her boobs against you; not wanting to be left out, Sonata comes around your front and also grabs you in a hug, pressing your member into her stomach. You close your eyes an let the sensation overtake you.

It doesn't last as long as you'd hoped; once the showers are running satisfactorily for Adagio, she grabs Sonata's arm and tugs her off you. Just when your dick was starting to show signs of life, too.

She yanks the scrunchie off of Sonata's wrist and pulls her hair into a loose ponytail, then takes your wrist and leads you into the hot water. The other two follow you, and take up position on either side of her.

She waits until you're completely wet, then takes a loofah out of the basket, puts on some liquid soap, and hands it to you. “Scrub,” she orders.

You nod, and began rubbing it against your chest.

“Not you, idiot. Me. Scrub my back. Get me clean.”

She turns, and you reach forward, touching the soapy loofah between her shoulder blades. You start making small circles, trying to think out how she's expecting you to wash her. You've never bathed anybody besides yourself. You've washed your truck, though. With that thought in mind, you begin to make more confident sweeping motions along her back, trying to pay attention to her reaction.

Of course, Sonata and Aria aren't too happy with being left out of this process, and you're only halfway down Adagio's back when you're assaulted on two sides.

You only hesitate for a moment as you finish soaping her lower back before you move on to her butt cheeks. Just as you start moving down her left thigh—which is about as far as your hand can reach without you bending over—one of the other girls decides to soap up your balls.

I need to get her legs, you mouth to Aria, who turns out to be the one holding the offending loofah. She moves away, and you crouch down, squatting above the floor. Adagio's ass is in your face, and you can see her swollen pussy lips between her slightly-spread legs. It's a great view to have as you run your hand up and down her leg.

Aria crouches down next to you and lovingly begins soaping up your dick. Sonata, meanwhile, has crouched against your side and is rubbing your nipples teasingly with her loofah..

You lean forward and kiss Adagio's butt. It's right there, and you've never kissed a girl's butt before. No sense in letting that opportunity pass.

When Aria moves on to your inner thighs, you stand back up and thrust the loofah forward. “I need some more soap, and I need you to turn around,” you order.

She takes it from you and squeezes some more soap on. “I’m not moving and getting my hair wet. You come around when you’re ready.

You’re satisfied that her backside is clean, so you stand and move around to her front. Sonata gives a little moue of disappointment as she's forced to let go of your shaft, but it's cut off by Aria pressing her lips to the youngest siren's mouth.

“Make sure you get everything clean,” Adagio says.

You nod, and put the loofah on her shoulder. Your eyes are already drawn to her breasts—it's the first time you've gotten a good look at them.

If you had to compare, that one fat kid in gym class probably has bigger boobs, but as your soapy hands begin caressing them, you can say with certainty that these are better, even if they are small. For one, they're perkier. More importantly, they're attached to a girl, a girl who's frigid demeanor is rapidly thawing as you continue to caress her boobs like they were the best boobs in the world. Since you’re groping them right now, they might as well be.

Of course, you can't spend all your time playing with them. She wants you to clean her, and there's more to her than just boobs.

You move your hands down her firm stomach. She hasn’t got any of the baby fat Sonata does, or the soft muscles of Aria; she's built like a gymnast, all muscle and bone.

You trace your hand around her cute little belly button, brush lightly against her thatch of pubic hair, and then go back to her breasts for one last feel before moving on to her legs.

You crouch down, your face mere inches from her muff. You want to lean forward and plant your face there but it isn't time yet—you've got to hold out just a little bit longer. You know she’ll stop you and make you keep cleaning if you yield to temptation.

You start to run the loofah down her leg, from her smooth thigh all the way past her knee, and down to her feet. She's got a small tattoo of a weird finned horse on her right ankle. You've never seen anything like it before.

Now that you're down at her feet, you can let your mind wander just a little bit, and you look over to see what Sonata and Aria are doing.

Unsurprisingly, they’re up to something sexy. Specifically, they’ve given up on any attempt at personal hygiene. Sonata is suckling Aria’s boobs, and they’re both fingering each other. When Aria sees you looking, she pulls her finger out of Sonata and puts it in her mouth, then gives you a wink.

You turn your attention back to Adagio. You can hold back no longer. “Just one more spot to clean,” you say as you toss the loofah behind you, grab her ass cheeks firmly, and jam your face into her crotch like a starving lamprey.

She takes one step back, just as your tongue finds her throbbing clit. The last bit of ice cracks and crumbles as she shouts out in pleasure, grabs you head, and forces it against her crotch.

It's hardly surprising she tastes the bitterest of the three. Her untamed pubes are tickling your nose, and you don't care. If you’d had a bucket list, you'd pretty much have gotten through the whole thing now, as well as a dozen more items that were never on there, being beyond the bounds of possibility. Or so you'd thought.

You feel someone moving up against you, and look over long enough to see Sonata crouching down by your side. Aria steps next to Adagio, so close that their hips are touching, and spreads her legs. Sonata turns to look at you and sticks out her tongue. “Don’t sneeze,” she advises you. Then she leans forward and blows a raspberry on Aria’s smooth pubic mound, before going to work.

You keep your head just slightly turned so that you can watch her while you eat out Adagio. It’s obvious she wants you to look.

You’re so focused on her face, you don’t notice her hand until you feel it snaking across your leg. You look down as she cups your balls, before running her slender fingers up your shaft, which is finally remembering what it’s mission in life is.

Since you’re not selfish, you reciprocate, slipping your fingers into Sonata’s pussy. Her crouch is spreading her lips open, making her clit practically jump out at your hand. To make sure you find your target, she gives you a little push with her right hand.

She keeps her hand there, alternating between rubbing her own pussy and guiding your hand. Now it's a race, of sorts, where everybody wins. Your tongue is exploring Adagio's feminine folds, and one hand is tickling her asshole. Your other hand is between Sonata's legs, and it's not alone: Sonata is taking care of herself with one hand, while her other gently massages your dick, caressing it back to life.

Time loses all meaning. Your mind is solely occupied with giving and receiving pleasure.

Adagio is fairly quiet, but Aria makes up for it as her pleasure grows. Sonata occasionally makes happy noises, too, but they're pretty well muffled by Aria's snatch.

Adagio finally presses your head into her crotch and holds it there painfully tightly, then lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.

She lets your head go, and you brace yourself on Sonata's shoulder and get up. You hug Adagio tightly, your stiff shaft insistently prodding her belly.

“My turn,” she says. She backs away from you and turns to get the loofah, bending over to give you a good look at her pussy.

Then she's back on her feet, running the loofah all over your body. You could tell her Aria and Sonata already washed you, but you’re not opposed to getting cleaner.

You'd never knowing taking a shower could feel so good.

When she's cleaned everything else, she brings her hand down to your dick, and it's all you can do to keep from cumming then and there. Her touch is the perfect mix of tight and slippery, and she knows it.

Once she's soaped you clean, she turns you in the stream of water, to wash the soap off. Then she turns you back around, goes down on her knees and takes your shaft in her mouth. You stay motionless; you’re going to let her do this at her own pace.

She takes your glans in and slobbers her whole tongue around your head. One hand is holding your shaft, but she isn’t stroking at all.

Aria and Sonata both come over, and they kneel down on either side of her. They begin running their tongues down the side of your shaft, teasing the top and bottom, and kissing each other. Once your whole shaft is coated with saliva, Adagio slowly moves down your shaft, taking about half into her mouth, then leisurely backs off, letting Aria and Sonata move back to their position.

She keeps teasing your head, then moving halfway down your shaft. Her eyes are closed, and you can see a faint smile playing on her face, around your dick.

Just when you think it can't get any better, Adagio pushes the other two back and deepthroats you in one smooth motion.

You can hear her humming around your cock, but that's nothing compared to how it feels.

She can read you like an open book. Every time you start to get close enough to think about warning her, she backs off and lets the other two focus on your shaft, which keeps the pleasure high, but not high enough to put you over the edge. Your pressure keeps building without release until you're wondering if an orgasm would kill you. Then you decided if it does, ti would be the best way to go.

Finally, she gets you past the point of no return. This is going to be it, the grand finale. There is no way you’ll get it up again after this climax, and you’re okay with that.

“I'm—“ you begin.

She pulls her head back, but you will not be denied. You tense and release, just as Aria pushes your dick in Sonata's direction, faster than the younger girl can react.

When your spurts finally taper off, Adagio leans back in and licks your head clean. She pulls her mouth off your cock with an audible pop, and then looks over at Sonata in satisfaction.

Sonata reaches up and wipes a glob of cum off her cheek, then glares at Adagio and Aria. “Goddammit. Really?”