Did It Really Happen?

My head lined up with hers and I could see that her eyes were closed and she had a huge, exhausted grin on her face. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked right into mine. "That was...that was... unbelievable. I don't know what the hell came over you, Jake, but I'm glad it did." She paused and her expression became more serious. "But you know this can never happen again right? And Matt can never know."

I nodded.

She smiled again. "Alright then, help me get cleaned up now, will you?"

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We didn't talk much after that. Just got ready for bed and retreated to our respective corners. I think we were all still trying to process what had happened.

The next thing I remember was waking in the middle of the night. It was dark in the room and someone was laying next to me on the bed, kissing my neck and rubbing my cock through my boxers. It was Carlie. She whispered in my ear, "I couldn't let the night end without having my turn."

I looked down. She was still wearing her tank top, but her panties were gone. She reached down and pull my boxers away as I raised my hips to help. Then she quietly crawled on top of me, straddling me. Reaching around, she expertly guided my cock inside of her. It slid in all the way with little resistance. She was so wet and warm.

I stayed still, content to let her do all the moving. She moved like an expert, like someone who knew exactly what she wanted to do and had done it thousands of times before, bobbing up and down with both hands planted firmly on my bare chest. She was silent, moving slowly, rhythmically, her breasts bouncing beneath her shirt. She would kiss me a little, then sit upright and grind her hips as I palmed her ass. Then it was back to kissing.

As her pace quickened, I grew more assertive. I began pulling up her tank top and she helped finish the job, tossing the shirt onto the floor. She was now completely naked, her spectacular breasts bobbing up and down inches from my face. I cupped them in my hands, relishing the unobstructed access. I buried my face in them, and then took her nipples into my mouth, one after the other.

She was really moving now, sweating and panting. The bed was creaking. It had been such a slow build up that I didn't realize just how much noise we were now making. I looked across the room and saw that Heather was no longer asleep. She was sitting up on her sleeping bag, her back to the wall, watching us. Her legs were splayed out in front of her and she was touching herself. It was hard to tell in the dim lighting, but I was pretty sure she had no panties on.

Carlie noticed too, and any attempt she had been making to keep the noise down was abandoned at that point. She was bouncing up and down on my cock, moaning, telling me to suck her tits. I was sitting upright, supporting her ass with my hands, alternating between kissing her and sucking on her nipples.

It was unbelievable sex. But I didn't want it to end that way. I remembered our conversation earlier and was overcome by an sudden urge to take control, to lay her down and drill her hard until she came. I knew she was close. So I grabbed her around her back and spun her over. She wasn't expecting the sudden change of position, but I could tell she was excited by it. I wasted no time and immediately began pounding her in the missionary position. She wrapped her legs around my back and stretched her arms above her head, her breasts bouncing back and forth with each thrust.

"Oh god, Jake," she was looking right into eyes. "Oh god, keep doing that...Oh god, you're fucking me so good. You're going to make me come." She was out of breath and clearly on the verge.

Wanting a better angle, I took her legs and put my arms inside of them, pushing them high above her head and lifting her hips in the process. I started pounding even harder. That seemed to do the trick. "Oh god, Jake. Oh fuck. Oh it's gonna happen. Oh Jake. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

As she spasmed on my cock, I knew I was about to come as well. Not knowing whether I should come inside her or not, I pulled out. Carlie immediately grabbed my cock and squeezed it, pointing it toward her breasts. "Oh f-f-fuucck!" I blurted out as shot my load across her tits and stomach.

As I collapsed on top of Carlie, Heather began to clap and cheer, "Woohoo! That was a helluva show, you guys. Now I know how you felt earlier, Carlie." She laughed. "Holy shit, what are we doing?" Carlie and I couldn't help but laugh too. It was absurd. All of it. None of it made any sense.

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The next morning we slept in. Carlie and Heather had an afternoon flight to catch, but we were in no particular hurry. Carlie and Heather were slow to rouse themselves, so I decided to shower first. My apartment had a bit of an odd setup, at least by Western standards. There was no separate shower in the bathroom. The door to the bathroom was waterproof and the shower head was just on the wall, across from the toilet. The floor was tiled and there was a drain in the middle of the bathroom floor, so, the whole bathroom - sink, toilet, mirror, everything - was basically one big shower.

I started the water to warm it up and had just finished brushing my teeth when the door opened. I was naked, so my initial instinct was to cover myself. But then I saw that it was Heather, and she was completely naked too. A second later, Carlie came in, also completely naked. I just stared, in disbelief, as they each took turns stepping into the shower stream, soaking their hair and bodies. The room was warm and quickly filling with steam, which only added to the surreal nature of the scene before my eyes. After she'd soaked her hair, Heather stepped toward me and gave me a soft kiss, her hand reaching up to gently cup by balls. After just a few seconds of that, I was hard as rock. Then she slowly lowered herself down to her knees and, before I knew it, my cock was in her mouth. I closed my eyes, not believing what was happening, and when I opened them again, Carlie was on her knees too. Heather let go and Carlie picked up where she left off, using both her hands and mouth with the skill of someone who took pride in giving a good head. Both maintained eye contact with me throughout, which made it so much more intimate.

Heather cupped my balls and grabbed my ass as Carlie increased her pace. It was unbelievable, the kind of thing that doesn't seem realistic even in the world of porn, much less real life. My cock was rock hard, and as magical as this was, I was aching for more. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I bent down and lifted Carlie up by her arms. I then guided her toward the wall, positioning her back to me. Sensing my intentions, she bent down a little, extending her ass toward me. I quickly accepted the invitation, guiding my cock into her pussy from behind. As I grabbed her by the hips and began thrusting, I felt Heather press up against me from behind, her nipples pressing into my back and her arms threading through mine and caressing my chest. The water from the shower was hitting the back of my neck and splashing on both Heather and Carlie. It was the most sensual moment I've ever experienced, a true sensory overload. Mimicking Heather, I reach my arms around Carlie and began cupping her spectacular breasts as I continued to thrust into her.

After a few minutes of that, I abruptly pulled out and spun around to face Heather. We began kissing passionately. I pushed her back a step until she had her back against the sink. Then I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her up onto the edge of the sink, with her back leaning against the fogged up mirror. The sink was the perfect height and a few seconds later I had penetrated her, causing her to gasp and let out an "oh fuucckk!" We continued to kiss, her arms fastened firmly around my neck for support as I thrust into her at a steady pace.

This time it was Carlie who came up from behind and pressed her breasts against my back. She reached one arm around me and I could tell that she was using the other to finger herself. She whispered in my ear, "when you're ready, I want to finish you off." I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded good.

Before long, Heather was nearly screaming in pleasure, her vocalizations reverberating through the small room despite the loud roar of the water. "Fuck me, Jake! Make me come!" she belted out, repeatedly, in slight variations. When I looked down, I noticed that Carlie was using one of her thumbs to stroke Heather's clit, which I found spectacularly erotic. As far as I knew, it was the only intimate contact they'd ever had with one another.

I could tell Heather was very close. So I pulled out and lifted her down, and then spun her around so her ass was sticking out at me and her hands were on the mirror. I entered her from behind and started fucking her as hard as I could, angling up with each thrust. She completely lost it, gasping and screaming. "Oh...fuuuuckk. Oh f-f-fuuuuckk. Oh god I'm commmmmminnggg!!" Her whole body shook as she grabbed on to the sink to keep from collapsing.

Without pausing for even a second, I grabbed Carlie's arm and spun her around in front of me, bending her over the sink. I pulled out of Heather and a second later I was back inside of Carlie, thrusting wildly. In no time, she was on the verge of coming too. I cupped her tits and kissed her neck as I kept slamming into her from behind. She had shifted into filthy-talk mode, screaming at me to fuck her cunt and yelling "deeper" over and over. I drove my cock into her as deep as it would go and held it there for a second before pulling back and doing it again. This seemed to put her over the edge. She screamed that she was coming and then buckled in a spasm, causing my cock to fall out.

Heather, who had recovered by now and was standing immediately to my left, used the opportunity to reach out and start stroking my still rock hard cock as I stood there and regained my breath. She kissed me gently as she continued to jerk me off. After thirty seconds or so, Carlie had recovered from her orgasm. She turned around and lowered herself down in front of me. I thought she was going to put my cock back in her mouth, but she stopped before she got that far down. Instead, she used her hands to lift her breasts and sandwich my cock in between them. Then she started moving up and down, letting me fuck her tits. I was certain she'd done this before because her technique was masterful. I've never experienced anything like it - before or since.

I'd been more or less silent throughout this entire shower episode, but this was just too much for me. "Oooooh f-f-ffuck, Carlie" I blurted out.

Sensing I was about to blow my load and not wanting to be a mere bystander, Heather got on to her knees and moved in alongside Carlie. The sight of Heather staring up at me, the water pouring off her glistening, naked body, it pushed me over the edge. I reached for my cock, grabbing it just as the cum started to flow. Both Carlie and Heather maneuvered to get underneath. The first wave caught the side of Carlie's chin and fell onto her tits. I aimed the second burst toward Heather, hitting her squarely in the mouth and nose and causing her to squeal and grin. "Holy shit," Carlie said, "that was so fucking hot." She too started to laugh.

Completely spent, and with I'm sure the world's biggest shit-eating grin on my face, I sat down on the closed toilet lid and leaned back, watching these two unbelievably sexy women wash my cum off their faces in the shower. As I sat there admiring the view, a wave of regret washed over me, as I realized - correctly it would turn out - that I was unlikely ever to experience anything like this again my life, not with these two girls, not with anyone.

As we were getting dressed to go to the airport, we all promised each other that we would never talk about what had happened, not to our future spouses or significant others, not to anyone. And I never have, at least, until now.