I was still spunk covered from my previous experience and this didn't make me any cleaner. And Delia needed some ablutions as well. Together we went to the bathroom to wash up and clean ourselves from all sorts of spendings. Besides, it's rather nice to share a shower or a tub with another person. It certainly has a sexy influence when soaping somebody else, washing his or her intimate parts. Bathroom sex is a variety people should make more use of. We found the bathroom occupied by John, although he had not locked the door. Come to think of it, nobody ever locks his door in this house and sometimes it looks like Paddington station to me. There are always people running in and out of your room. Especially when we have guests over for the weekend.
John was loafing in the tub, cleaning himself and at the same time trying to get rid of his fatigue and already the hot water must have done a world of good. As soon as we entered, naked as we were, smelling like two randy bitches, his cock started to rise like a submarine's periscope. In the clear water it looked twice as long and thick as usual and Delia and I exchanged amused looks. But we also looked a bit hungry, although it hardly seems possible. Funny really, but although we had free choice of cocks, we both preferred John's poker. I think he is just the right size for everyday lovemaking. Not too small and best of all not too huge. Oh, I know it is a lot of fun to be stretched in the cunt to a near breaking point, but cocks the size of that are hardly suitable for every occasion. And John is perfect in that respect. On top of that, he knows how to make use of his wares and that is the main thing. Even if he is too tired to get erected, he still is a perfect lover, using anything he can think of, his hands, his tongue, or some sort of mechanical aid.
“John certainly looks appetizing, doesn't he, Mitzy? And look at his prick! That darling thing is once more ready for action. And we will have him all for ourselves this time. Which of us is going to have first go? Just to have a taste of it?”
“That isn't too bloody difficult I would say. Why don't you two girls join me in the tub. It's certainly big enough for it and the water is still warm. And both of you could use some washing up. You are covered with spendings, and you both smell like a whorehouse.”
Nudging me, Delia made me step in the tub first and having first choice I let myself down on John's rock-hard prick. It was delightfully easy the way his prick slipped in my cunt and in the warm water, his penetration made a wonderful sucking noise. Seeing my obvious pleasure, Delia hastened herself to find just as good a position and with her vivid imagination she succeeded without any trouble. Kneeling on the tub, a leg on each of its sides, she had her cunt in reach of John's mouth, since he was sitting in the tub. Immediately he pushed his head between her legs and his tongue played with her slit.
Her back turned to her husband, it wasn't the easiest position one could think of, but it was still tremendously exciting. She was facing me and she offered me her tits to suck. And quite frankly I could not have resisted her dangling fruits. So I sucked the hardened nipples with delight. Putting my mouth first on the one then on the other, trying to divide my attentions to the two beauties evenly.
We could only move ourselves with the greatest care and it took us a long time to come. Our passion only built up very slowly, but at the same time it reached a near impossible peak. Delia's position was probably the most difficult, but she was also getting the most out of it, and as far as I was concerned she deserved all of it. She was the first to come and her hoarse cries encouraged us to work harder on her than ever before.
“Suck my tits… suck my cunt… suck me harder… I'm coming… I'm coming. It's so beautiful… so wonderful… I'm coooom-ing…”
Her frantic lusty cries also set me off creaming. Water splashing over the sides of the tub, when I rode John's prick wildly, still buried deep in my crack, the warm water adding to the pleasure of our act. His cock throbbed and quivered between my contracting cunt lips. It was drenched with my juices, and as I slowed down my wild movements, I felt his sperm shoot up my cunt, hitting my womb like a velvet bullet.
After some time I lifted myself from his drooping prick and Delia also stepped from the tub.
When we left him to get some sleep finally, John was still sitting in the bath… fucked out… exhausted, whitish sperm floating in the water around him… clinging to his body and the sides of the tub.