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Part 2 - Pleasure Shower

The shower in our hotel room was big enough for two, maybe even three. Our 21-year-old niece, Jennifer, was already in there. I was ready to climb in, and if my wife, Olivia, was so inclined, she might actually return and join us. As I slid the door open, I was greeted by the sight of Jennifer’s back and her sexy ass. She was standing directly under the spray of water. Soap was running out of her long black hair, bubbles down her back, and a soapy mix flowing between her ass cheeks. I wanted to be one of those water drops for just a second. But I knew that in the next few minutes, and possibly hours, those poor water droplets would be jealous of me instead. With all that I was now planning to do with her, nothing could be better or less satisfying.

Jen had to know I was there but she acted like she was oblivious to me and my entrance. I walked up behind her, reached around her waist, and locked my two hands together over her firm, tight stomach. I pulled her tight to me, my chest flat against her back. She leaned back, forcing her body against mine. She took my hands and moved them to where she wanted them, one on each of her tiny breasts. They were small enough to fill my hands yet big enough to have some pliability. They felt amazing! A slow, deep moan escaped from her as I gently squeezed. Her head tilted back against my neck and I smelled the deliciousness of her hair thanks to the shampoo that she had just finished rinsing out. I used that smell to entice my taste buds as I leaned down and gently took a sexy nibble on her neck. That brought out another gasp, this one loud enough that Olivia definitely heard it from the bed. I knew this young woman was ready and willing for more, and I was just getting started.

The water was spraying over her breasts as she leaned back against me. My hands used the water and the soap cascading from her hair to move and flow around her tiny globes. They were much smaller than Olivia’s, probably an A cup or so, but very delightful to play with for me. I am a lover of small breasts and Jen’s would be a major focus for me for as long as I was allowed. I moved one hand away from its playground and moved it up to her chin. I gently touched it and turned her tilted head towards me. Her eyes closed in anticipation of what she would be receiving. Her lips were wet and ready. I slowly leaned into her face allowing my cheek to slowly brush against hers. The movement was very slow and deliberate. I felt her tremble through my other hand which was still manipulating her breast. Her shiver told me she was ready, willing, and in heat for it all to begin. Our lips touched momentarily. We stopped. Neither of us wanted to rush it but we both wanted to end the torture. I heard a mumbled, “Uncle Ted… please…” Water spray was pelting our faces, bouncing off her breasts and my hand, but neither of us seemed to be annoyed by it, we were too interested in the excitement of the moment.

Then it happened. Our lips met. A soft gentle kiss to start. Both of us memorized every small detail and feeling. Her soft lips brushed against mine, barely touching, electric sparks flying between them. They separated, millimeters apart. I had my eyes closed to experience every feeling. We slowly went back for more. Meeting and lingering without moving. We stayed stationary, enjoying being connected by our mouths, our lips, and our energy. She slowly opened her mouth, dragging mine open with hers. I could taste her breath. It was sweet like candy. Everything about her was thrilling me including now her flavor as well. My mind invaded my momentary enjoyment. I was getting ahead of myself, wondering that if her mouth tasted this good, how amazingly delicious would her pussy taste?

I felt her hand slowly reach down and back. She touched my hip, apparently searching for my cock which was squeezed between us, partially in her ass crack and partially halfway up her back. Her mid-section leaned forward allowing her access to what she was searching for. When she found it, her hand wrapped around it, squeezing it tight, and affectionately tugged on it. Our kiss kept my mouth busy but my mind was busy paying attention to what her hand was doing. She began moving it up and down, passionately jerking me off. I moaned into her kiss, into her mouth. I wanted her to know that what she was doing was feeling great and that I didn’t want her to stop. I made sure to also make the moan loud enough to keep Olivia aware of our proceedings.

Without breaking our oral connection, Jen slowly turned her body toward me. Eventually, her breasts were against my chest. I could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing into me. Her hand left my cock, came up, and went around my neck joining with her other hand behind my neck. My erection was now wedged between our bodies, right where it felt comfortable touching her flat, tight stomach and rubbing on her sexy pubic hair. My hands had lost their spots on her tits but found new homes gripping and massaging her lower back and ass. The shower water was now spraying on her back giving our faces a hiatus from the possibility of drowning while we were busy investigating each other’s mouths and bodies.

Her hands behind my head began to pull me in tighter. Our kiss became strong and hard. I felt her tongue begin to invade my space and look for my own. They found one another and started their dance of passion. Our heat was growing hotter by the moment. The pressure between our mouths was pushing harder and harder into each other. Our fires were stoked! We were on the edge of losing control. I wanted to engulf her into myself and, if she let me, I would. I couldn’t control myself anymore, I was hungry for her and my mouth would not be stopped. She matched me with all her hunger and desire. We didn’t fight for control, we bonded into one and our lips mashed together in a fury of lust and animalistic passion. This young woman was trying to teach me, a man 25 years her elder, that she knew more than I did about kissing. I let her try.

Suddenly, I felt a mixture of adrenaline and fear go through my veins. I instinctively knew Olivia had entered the bathroom and was watching us. I didn’t even need to look. This was my normal feeling whenever she watched me with another woman. She told me once that she got the same feelings anytime I would watch her with another man. We both secretly loved these feelings. They would make me harder and make her wetter for our new partners. It felt fantastic knowing your partner was enjoying the show, watching and masturbating while you enjoyed sex with someone else. Olivia and I enjoyed playing with new partners as much as we did watching the other fucking others.

Jennifer broke our 10-minute lip-lock and looked at Olivia through the steamed-up glass before she slid down my wet body and ended up in front of me on her knees on the tile floor. I looked down as she began pointing my cock directly at her mouth. She waited a moment, turned her head toward the shower door, possibly getting the go-ahead from Olivia, and sucked the head of my cock into her puckered lips like it was penetrating someone’s back door. She tongued it inside her mouth for a few seconds sending shivers through its length and up my spine. When she felt me shiver, she opened her jaws and engulfed the entire thing.

My cock was now totally inside that warm mouth of hers. She looked like she was sucking on a lollipop, a thick giant lollipop. Her hungry eyes were staring up at me as she sucked it deep inside. I felt myself touch the back of her throat before she retracted it back out. Her hand wrapped around its middle as she began jerking me slowly while sucking again on the head. Every fourth jerk would go all the way in and hit the back of her throat again and again. I loved deep-throat blowjobs, and somehow she knew how to give good ones.

My eyes were closed but I could feel Olivia’s gaze on us. If I knew from past experiences, her smile was wide while her fingers were busy playing down below. I began with my hands and fingers running through Jen’s hair, shower water, and shampoo making it easier, sexier, and silkier. Eventually, I had to grab the towel rack to steady myself because the thrill of being my niece was getting me closer to the edge faster than ever before. This young woman was massaging my balls with her other hand like a pro knowing exactly what to do to further me towards her end goal.

My moans were growing steadily and raspy. I was getting so close to cumming but tried with all my might to hold off. The shower door opened slightly as Olivia leaned in to warn Jen, “He’s going to cum, baby girl.” I knew Jen easily heard and understood her, but instead of pulling my cock out, she stuffed me further inside, hitting the back of her throat one last time. Between the great blowjob, the idea of who was giving it, and Olivia calling Jen ‘baby-girl’, I lost it! My contractions began and my heavy load started pumping out. The first one reminded me of a shotgun firing, hard and strong, while the next few were like a machine gun firing in rapid succession. I felt Jen’s throat muscles swallowing fast, the movements stimulating me even more, through to the final pump.

It felt like I had shot 10 squirts down her throat before she eased me out of her mouth. When I looked down, she was smiling up at me with the most satisfied look on her face. She turned…

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