Sixth Inning
Part six of nine part series! Read the other parts first, would you? Everyone is over the age of 18.
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I woke up early the next morning, my back stiff from sleeping on the floor. The previous night, our amazing baseball road trip orgy had, indeed, become worthy of the word. All of us -- my athletic, tomboy roommate Julia, my best friend's beautiful younger sister Kelsey, her incredibly sexy bestie Sarah, and Julia's perky friend Mel -- had come to various states of completion together in Mel's tiny dorm room.
Now sticky with sweat and girl cum, the summer sun still rising in Mel's window, I decided I needed a shower before we headed out for another day of driving and debauchery (and maybe some baseball this time? After all, that was why we'd planned the trip in the first place).
The dorm floor had two bathrooms, women on the west side and men on the east. I unpacked my towel and padded over to my assigned side. For a place that was supposed to support a whole floor's-worth of men, the bathroom was surprisingly small -- just two stalls and three urinals, plus two tiny stand up showers behind tan curtains.
I hung my towel and switched on the water, quickly diving out of the way as it spit at me, cold. Once things were well and warm I climbed in, closing the curtain behind me. I noticed the plastic sheet only hung so far down, so anyone walking in could see my ankles. There was a concrete wall between the shower stalls, but it wasn't all that high, rising only an inch or so above my head. A tall person could definitely look over at what was happening on my side.
Not that I intended to do anything worth spying on. The last few days had given me more than I could handle. It was an erotic adventure that had started with the buxom brunette, Sarah, grinding on my cock in the back seat of the car and culminated with the previous night's all-in activities. You don't know you're an orgy guy until you become an orgy guy, I guess.
Not that I couldn't get up for another go, because of course I could. In fact, I was learning all kinds of things about my stamina on this trip, and it seemed the more I got the more my body was able to adjust to the moment. But the need to stimulate myself was certainly less than a need at this point. Maybe kind of an offhand thought. Y'know, what with a quiet shower and all.
I heard the rustle of the curtain and looked up. Mel, Julia's old high school friend and our up-for-anything host, stood in front of me in all her glory -- long dark black hair, vaguely Asian features, and almost golden skin. Seeing her in the bright fluorescent lights of the bathroom, I was really able to appreciate Mel's good-sized breasts, slightly hairy puss, and tight, toned legs.
She smiled at me, then slid the curtain behind her.
"I told you I was going to give this a try," she said, squeezing my already rallying member.
"Sorry if I woke you," I said.
"Oh I'm not sorry at all," she said. The bubbly coed slid up to me, running her hands over my shoulders, my chest, my thighs. Soon Mel was slippery as well and we pressed our lips together in time with our bodies.
She felt soft and warm. Strong and pliant. Her breasts were a little more than a handful and I made sure to weigh and measure them as much as possible.
"Lower," she grunted, pushing me back into the shower wall with her hips as she said it.
"Not much of a boob girl, huh?"
"They're fine. I like the way you're rubbing them. But I have other parts that need pleasing."
Well, who was I to disappoint such a wanting woman? Mel reached her hands down to my cock, though she wasn't so much stroking as sort of tracing and teasing. Enjoying the slickness of my shaft. Occasionally she'd reach back for my balls as well, but nothing more than a little tickle before going back to the main event.
I moved my hands down to meet her there. I knew, despite Mel's demands, that no woman wants to just be roughly grabbed down there, so I slid my fingers over her taut stomach and ran through her pubic hair before finding her aching sex.
She was dripping so much like the shower, itself. Lips already open and asking. I'd felt so many vaginas the last few days, I was getting a far greater education on the differences in female sex organs than any biology class (or HBO program) could give me. Mel's was a little more open than the other girl's, clit a little higher and flatter.
I ran my digits around the outside of her labia before sliding into her opening. Then I reached down with my other hand to find her clitty.
"OH! That's..."
*SQUEAK*
The sound of the door opening interrupted Mel's sigh. Suddenly she leapt up, wrapping her legs and arms around me with a little shriek. Buried her head into my shoulder like that would help her hide.
I could see a shadow through the curtain. A tuft of brown hair above. But that was about all. He was humming softly, some tuneless thing, likely unaware of what was going on in the closed shower stall.
Mel cursed quietly into my shoulder. I couldn't help but notice how tightly my plug was pressing against her outlet, begging to complete the circuit and power both of us on.
I heard the streaming sound of someone using the urinal.
"Shouldn't be too much longer," I whispered into the raven-haired coed's ear.
"Hope not," she said, "I could get in serious trouble for being in here."
"So if you were to make a noise, then..."
I reached down with my free hand and found her clit, giving it a quick rub. Mel gasped, then bit down on my shoulder. I leaned against the wall. The pretty, perky woman hung off me like a koala on a tree. That gave me a surprising amount of freedom with my hands, so I kept strumming, though I did lighten the pressure a little.
"That's not funny," Mel growled.
"It's not supposed to make you laugh, no."
If the mysterious pee-er made any notice of this, he said nothing. Just went on humming as he washed his hands. I assumed that we were almost back to our privacy.
Then I heard the telltale swish of the next door shower curtain opening.
"Fuck me," Mel said into my shoulder.
"Are you sure?" I asked, rubbing her harder, "I mean, now might not be the best time... Well, if you insist."
Before Mel could respond, I reached down, straightened my cock, and aimed it right at her opening. Mel squealed as I sank in. Fortunately, her cry was muffled by the sound of the shower being switched on.
I reached around us and grabbed on to Mel's tiny buns -- pushing her forward -- impaling her on my shaft.
"Fuck," Mel said, still fighting to stay quiet, "That's a lot." She sort of shifted her hips, getting comfortable with my penetration. We hung there, under the water, her pussy lightly squeezing at my shaft while we heard our neighbor step into his own shower.
Very carefully, hands still gripping Mel's ass, I began to rock her back and forth against me. Mel did her best to match my motions, alternately stretching and cinching her legs around my middle. It made for a very slow, languid fuck. At this pace, with all my adventures from the days before, I knew it was going to be a while before I gave out.
Mel, though, seemed to be well on her way. She'd stopped letting me steer and was now taking full control of our back and forth to maximize her own pleasure. Since Mel was doing the driving, it freed me to take one hand off her backside and slide it between the two of us. It wasn't easy -- hurt my wrist like hell -- but was able to at least get steady thumb pressure on the coed's clitty.
"Fffffuck that's nice," she said.
"Hey mate, do you have any shampoo over there? Forgot mine back in my room." Our neighbor had a heavy Australian accent that I could barely understand. But I managed to make out the word shampoo. Well, obviously, he'd seen my feet under the curtain -- heard the running water -- but hadn't figured out I had a companion. That was all to the good.
