1 comments/ 27509 views/ 5 favorites Hot Shower By: sleepyheadangel I came in from doing yard work, sweat trickling down between my breasts. I was out of breath and exhausted. After getting a glass of cold water from the pitcher in the fridge, I headed to the bathroom to shower. I stripped down to my panties and tight sports bra and camisole. Turning on the radio, a techno beat with a smooth female vocal filled the room. Something about good techno has always made me feel like taking my clothes off. Since showering generally necessitates nudity, I took this as an opportunity to practice my strip tease moves. Using the corner of the shower stall as a pole, I expertly dipped low, bending my knees, and then rising again, ass first, to the beat of the music. I turned, my hips gyrating along with the song, and performed for my imaginary audience, running my hands over my breasts, hooking my thumbs through the side lace of my g-string panties. I pulled my panties part-way down, teasing...no one in particular, and turned, facing the shower and slowly slid them down my legs, bending only at the waist to give my audience a full shot of my ass and pussy lips. I stereotypically swung the white panties around my finger and flung them towards the hamper. They hit the first shot. About this time I caught a glance at myself in the mirror above the sink. Specifically, I noticed the thick bush that had grown over my mound. 'Time for a trim,' I decided. Shaking my ass to a few more beats, I made my way over to the small night stand that held my bath supplies. I pulled shaving cream and a fresh razor from the drawer, and grabbed a handheld mirror from the counter. After removing the rest of my clothes, I sat on the edge of the tub with my legs spread and pressed against the opposite wall. I filled a nearby pitcher with hot water and used the shaving cream to lather up my bushy pussy. I drew a line in the lather as a stencil, since I rarely like to go completely 'shaved kitty', and began to gingerly use the razor to create sexy, smooth labia. I felt myself becoming wet as the razor made contact with my lips. It only took about ten minutes until my pussy was smooth as silk, save for a patch immediately at the top of my mound. I rinsed away some excess hair, and got up to shower off. I opened the stall door, and adjusted the water temperature to a comfortable level. Taking the band out of my hair, I shook my long, curly blonde hair free and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt amazing on my tired muscles, and I got my hair completely wet, relishing in the way the water felt running down my back. Facing away from the shower, I planted my feet and leaned into the wall. With my hands spread in front of me for support, I arched my back, moaning as the warm water ran down the middle of my spine. It ran between the round cheeks of my ass, and over my freshly shaved, smooth pussy. Reaching a hand between my legs, I stroked my bare pussy lips, amazed at my own velvety softness. I turned and grabbed the shampoo, lathered up my hair and rinsed, repeating the procedure with conditioner. Once convinced that my hair was clean, I picked up the body sponge from the shower rack and put some shower gel on it. I lathered until the gel had created large white bubbles in my hands, and proceeded to run the sponge all over my body, starting at my neck and shoulders. The suds felt soft, and I continued down to my full breasts. I lathering them up thoroughly, stopping and rubbing into my nipples a little longer than necessary to just get clean. I became more and more aroused, and continued to lather up the rest of my body. I ran my hands over my belly, luscious thighs, legs, ass and feet. Once fully covered in the soapy foam, I put the sponge away and let my hands run over my entire body, celebrating my soft, warm skin. I felt my body reacting to being touched so lovingly by my own hands. I felt slick all over, the water and soap mingling to create a shiny, silky film on my skin. I took my breasts in my hands and massaged them, stopping to pull lightly on my nipples, twisting them just a bit until I could feel the heat in my loins. My hand grazed my belly, and I moved lower to my pussy. Even with the wetness from the shower, I could still determine my own juice filling my pussy. I moved the shower head so that the stream was beating a light rhythm on my smooth lips. I found my clit with my finger and began to trace circles around it, thrusting my hips forward to meet my fingers and the warm jet. I noticed the brush with the large handle that I sometimes used to wash my back hanging from the shower rack. I realized I had never paid attention to the size and shape of the handle before: Very long and about two inches in diameter, it was capped with a smooth, rounded pink tip. I took the brush from the rack, and continuing to play with my clit, I slid the handle inside my pussy. I moved slowly at first, then quickly, grinding my hips up into the handle roughly, trying to allow my sex to take the entire thing inside me. I braced my back against the wall and slid down slightly. In my new position, I was able to free one hand, as the shower was hitting my clit directly, causing me to writhe and shake. With the other hand, I thrust the handle in and out of myself, alternating the pace: slowly, then more quickly as I felt myself about to cum, then backing off a bit to let the tension build. I used my now free hand to cup my breast, teasing my nipples, pulling, pinching them. I felt my toes tingle, and then begin to go numb, and I knew my powerful climax was inevitable. I braced my feet and began to fuck myself wildly with the handle of the brush. I lifted my pelvis to meet my efforts, as the stream of water began to send me over the edge. I moaned loudly, and at the instant the orgasm hit, I screamed out in passion and pinched my nipple roughly to intensify the sensation. I continued to fuck myself, feeling my pussy spasm and grab at the handle, until the waves died down. Once they finally subsided I half collapsed on the shower floor, trying to regain composure. When my head finished spinning, and feeling returned to my toes, I stood again and rinsed myself off completely, as well as the brush handle. Satisfied that I was both clean...and satisfied, I gave the handle a quick kiss on the tip with my lips, and turned off the shower. Stepping out, I wrapped my hair in the large bath towel hanging on the rack, and began to dry myself off, trying to decide what to make my sexy husband for dinner when he arrived home. Dessert, of course, would be my smooth, satiny pussy... Hot Shower The hot water beat down over my shoulders, relaxing me as I finished the shower I had been indulging in. I had spent at least 20 minutes in the luxuriously large shower stall already, and even though I needed to get ready, I was in no big hurry to leave. I had pampered myself with the steaming hot shower, and wasn't ready to turn off the water and step out into the hotel room that would undoubtedly be cool compared to the steam sticky bath. My hands glide over my skin, pausing briefly to stroke lightly here, more firmly there, keeping my body in a constant state of arousal. I wanted to cum so badly, but I wanted something more than my fingers inside of me when I did. Sighing, I turned off the water, and wrapped the thick terry cloth robe around me as I stepped from the shower stall. The entire bathroom was thick with steam, I grinned, thinking maybe I'd been in the shower longer than I'd originally thought. I was going to have to move quickly to get ready now. I sat down at the vanity and stretched out my legs to apply lotion. I was leaning down massaging my calf when the door opened. Shocked, even though I knew you had a key to my room, I gasped at the intrusion, then grinned appreciatively, you are already dressed for dinner, and, quite impressively at that. "You are going to be late," you chide as you reach for the lotion, then my leg as you massage the bottom of my foot, up to my calf, and then higher as you part my robe. "It's not polite to be late," you continue as you tease me now, rubbing the lotion into my thigh, but avoiding my pussy, even though I've spread my legs and silently invited you in. "It would be a shame to mess up your nice clothes," I grin, "because I'm all wet." I pull my leg from your hands, and stand up, leaning into you. "Really, you're wet? I hadn't noticed. How wet are you?" you say as you slide your hands inside my robe to rest on my hips. I dropped the robe from my shoulders and stand up on my tip toes to put my arms around your neck and whisper as close to your ear as I can manage, "Want to find out?" "I don't know, I was going to walk with you downstairs, but you aren't even dressed, you'll make us both late." "Hmmm, ok, if you think you need to go, I'll see you down there," I say as I sit back down at the vanity and turn my back to you, picking up my makeup and leaning into the mirror, I begin to get ready. I shift slightly from side to side, not an act of enticement to you, only one of pent up arousal for me. I can never seem to sit still when you are around. "On the other hand, there will be a thousand people in that ballroom tonight, who would notice if we were late?" "There is that," I grin into the mirror, and drop the makeup, prepared to turn around and try to persuade you of that very fact. I never got the chance, you are there, nibbling on my neck, then biting harder, moving me out of my seat, pulling me up and pressing my body tight against yours. Your dick presses into my belly, and the material that separates us only frustrates me more. I whimper that frustration as I press my hips firmly against you, demanding attention, needing to feel more than the soft cotton of your pants and shirt against my skin. "How is it that I always seem to be completely naked while you still have on all your clothes?" "I have that affect on women." I laughed, and pulled you out of the warm and steamy bathroom into the bedroom, and shivering now, I sat down on the bed. "I'm cold, why don't you come over here and warm me up." There is no question now, we will be late, but I begin wonder if I'll make it at all. And then when you touch me, sliding your hand up my leg, from my ankle to my knee, then up my thigh, I no longer care. I shiver again, but this time it has nothing to do with being cold. My eyelids droop as I watch you bring my foot to your mouth, but when you bite my ankle; my eyes open wide in surprise. You continue up my leg, biting as you move. When you reach the sensitive skin at the back of my knee, my hips move of their own accord, searching for you, wanting you there, above me, inside me, pushing me down into the soft mattress, feeling your weight above me, your hands holding mine down, pinning them to the bed as you move inside of me, slowly, excruciatingly, bringing me to climax... but you aren't ready yet, you slide your hands farther up my thighs, bending to kneel between my legs, trailing your fingers up my inner thighs, until one hand lightly strokes my pussy. You press two fingers into me, while your thumb rubs my clit slowly at first, then faster, and harder as the climax I've been holding back erupts inside of me sending little shockwaves through my entire body. I open my eyes, expecting to see you removing your precisely pressed shirt, only to find you smiling at me, almost mocking me. "Get up, get dressed, we don't want to be late." I can't put coherent thoughts together yet; my mind is still too fuzzy from the orgasm that still had me panting. "What? You, what?" "Don't worry, I'll remember where I left off, but for now, we need to go," you say as you turn to look through the clothes hung neatly in the closet. "Here," you throw me a skirt, "Wear this, but no panties." I lean up on my elbows, and shaking away the last of the cobwebs in my head, I look at you incredulously, "You are serious? You aren't gonna fuck me?" "Not right now, come on, get dressed, get your ass movin'" I rolled up off the bed, and grabbing the skirt you'd thrown at me, I slid it on, and tugged the zipper up. I dressed quickly and threw a little makeup on before you pulled me out the door, without saying another word. As we stood at the elevator, waiting to ride down to the ballroom where the dinner was just about to start, I turn to look at you, with more than a little heat in my eyes. "Fuck you" I say, I hate that you have left me so aroused as much as I am enjoying looking forward to the dinner and then later tonight when you finish what you started. "Yeah, I know, fuck me," you laugh. Hot Shower I shower quickly and leave plenty of hot water for you. I am always a bit bummed that we don't shower together often anymore, but it's understandable as one of us is always a little too cool and dry in our narrow shower. As I am standing at the sink brushing my teeth it occurs to me that there is no reason that I should miss the sight of you soaping yourself just because I am out of the shower already. It's cute how you use your chest hair to get the lather up and the look of concentration on your face as you systematically scrub each inch of your strong frame. And there is really nothing better than the sight of water flowing down your broad, lean back, down the crack of your ass and on down your long legs. I move quietly to the end of the tub and shift the shower curtain so that I can watch you. Leaning against the wall I continue to brush my teeth and admire the smooth movements of your hands across your chest and belly. You are beautiful. As you soap your armpits the lean muscles of your waist and chest flex rhythmically and the triceps bulge on your raised arm. You scrub your neck and face and behind your ears quickly and duck your head under the steaming water. Shaking the water from your head you look up and finally notice me watching you. "Babe.... What are you doing?" you ask playfully. "Quality control--- you missed a spot." I reply with a meaningful glance. You are grinning boyishly now, holding my gaze. You lean against the wall of the shower and reach for the soap again. I toss my toothbrush into the sink. You spread your legs and brace your toes against the opposite wall of the tub. The muscles in your lean swimmer's legs tense impressively as you assume the most appropriate position. You sigh deeply, settling back against the cool tiles, eyes closed, rubbing the soap between your hands and creating a thick lather. My breath quickens as I watch you prepare to jerk off. Watching you masturbate gets me so wet so fast, it always amazes me how quickly and strongly my body responds to the sight of your arousal. Gently biting your lip you begin to pull and squeeze on your soft cock. Immediately I see that you are beginning to swell. With one hand you reach lower and cup your balls, gently massaging them and grunting softly as your erection grows. Now your cock is upright and swelling quickly. You open your eyes and look down at yourself, clearly becoming even more aroused at the size of your erection. My gaze darts from your cock, now throbbing as you squeeze and stroke yourself ( the soapy lather only gaining utility with your increased efforts) to your handsome face—forehead furrowed in concentration, your tongue thrust out between your lips a bit ... you are unbelievably sexy. I shift from one foot to the other, pressing my thighs together and enjoying the growing heat and slickness as my pussy continues to swell at the sight of you. You open your eyes and meet my gaze again. I am smiling uncontrollably. I love watching you. The look on your face is dramatic, almost serious. You are deep in the throes and hardly have time to flirt with me. I desperately want to join you, to feel your thick hot soapy cock in my hands. I think of getting in there, turning you toward the water and pressing myself against your strong back. I'd love to reach around and stroke you, so I could feel your cock in my hands the way you do. But you are way ahead of me now. The muscles in your neck and chest are bulging now, your head is thrown back and you pump furiously. Your cock is huge and shiny red, almost purple. I know you are about to burst. Watching you has made me so wet that my inner thighs are now slick. Looking at your hard, thick cock I can practically feel you inside me. The muscles in my pelvis spasm pleasantly as I think of you slamming into me, your thighs and balls slapping against my ass as you slide your long, thick cock into my slick aching pussy. I am biting my lip and trembling as I watch you put the final strong strokes to your cock and open your eyes to watch the heavy streams of cum burst from your bulging tip. You moan loudly. The tension leaves your chest and neck. You drop your head and close your eyes again, gently cleaning yourself with the remaining lather. You turn toward me and step under the water again, breathing deeply and grinning at me. I can't help but reach out and run my fingers down your wet chest and abs, gently poking my finger into your belly button. "What did you think of that?" you ask. "I wish I had one of those," I reply. "I'm sure there is one around here somewhere for you," you say. "Go lie down and I'll find it for you." Hot Shower You slip in the open door, your visibility reduced to near nothing in the thick steam. You shed your clothes, giggling silently as I rumble out some eighties tune, singing to the showerhead. You watch through the translucent shower curtain as I look towards the water, idly stroking my cock, and feel yourself growing excited watching me without my notice. You reach down to tease yourself, wishing you could watch me candidly jerk off without me knowing. I lean forward, one hand bracing myself against the wall, still slowly stroking, and you take the chance to slip in behind me. You listen to my breathing get heavier, the strokes getting shorter and faster, and you keep stroking yourself, teasing your clit and pinching your nipples, trying to stifle your gasps as you get more excited. I'm too deep into it to hear, though, and gradually my stance widens, my feet bracing against the sides of the tub. Unable to help yourself, so turned on from watching me in this private intimacy, you reach forward to cup my balls, hanging full and swaying as I stroke. I give out a most unmanly yelp at the unexpected touch, jumping up and stumbling, falling to a seat on the toilet with the tattered remains of the shower curtain wrapped around me. I look at you in utter shock, and you try to stifle a laugh as I try to compose myself. It doesn't happen... trying to stifle a laugh makes this even funnier, which means you're now trying to stuff down an even greater laugh, until you're finally bent double, holding onto the soap dish for support. I try to stand, legs tangled in the curtain, and that just makes it funnier as I slip and slide my way to vertical. With a certain air of injured pride, I right the shower curtain rod, then try to fix the horribly damaged curtain; fully half of it won't stay up. There's a touch of acid in my voice as I say "Are you *quite* finished?" Still giggling, you give me mock sympathy. "Ooooh, poor baby. Did someone get a bad touch?" I look like I might be trying to hide a smile, and you see my eyes roving across your wet and naked curves, still flushed from your own attention. "How about I make it better?" You don't wait for me to answer, just reaching for my cock, kneeling down so you can inspect it better. In my hand, it didn't look so large... the shaft fit entirely in my palm, with just the head poking out when I was on the base of my stroke. In your hand, though, it looks larger... you can barely fit your thumb and forefinger around the shaft, and the head pulses hungrily as you stroke it with your fingertip. You slowly jack the shaft, looking up at me as I watch you, meeting my eyes as you lean forward to circle my glans with long, lazy strokes of your tongue, leaning back so I can watch as your other hand slips between your legs. You finger yourself boldly as you enjoy the thick heat of my cock in your palm, the leaning forward to lick the precum from the head. When you lean back, you whisper to me. "Do you know how hot it made me to watch you jack off? How much I wished my cunt, my mouth, my tits could be that fist you were fucking? I couldn't help but touch myself like this, imagining your hands on the back of my head as you fed me that shaft, your fingers gripping my hips as you shoved that glistening head into me. I wanted to wrap my tits around it and watch as all the cum in these heavy balls poured over my chest and neck. Can you do that for me?" You give my cock a kiss... just a peck, a smack. "Can you give me that cum?" I try to take your head in my hands... you know I want to grab you, to force your mouth around me, but you lean back, shaking your head, still jacking my shaft, still fingering yourself. "Tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me all the dirty things you're going to do to me when I let you. Tell me you're going to empty these big heavy balls into my little mouth." "Goddammit, I am going to fuck you until you forget how to walk." As soon as I start speaking, you slam my cock against the back of your throat, taking me in as far as I will go, fingering yourself furiously. "I am going to suck your clit until it damn near falls off." You pull back, your tongue flicking around my shaft as you create as much suction as you can, your hand wrapped tight around the base of my cock. You feel my balls spasm in your hands, your head bobbing feverishly, as I practically roar "I'll give you so much goddamn cum that you'll sweat fucking white!" Hot jizz explodes from my cock and down your throat. I grab your head with one hand, shoving your nose into my crotch, pushing my cock as far into your mouth as it will go. Your entire body tenses as the hot talk and spurting cock shove you over the edge into a shuddering orgasm. You grasp at my butt, leaving crescent-moon imprints of your fingernails as you strive to milk everything from me. After a moment, I let go of your head, the flood of jism subsiding, my cock softly pulsing between your lips. You move back from me reluctantly, licking and kissing the semi-hard and still twitching cock. It stirs as your ministrations, trying to harden again. You suck on each of my balls, gently squeezing them with your lips, eagerly slurping at the head when you produce even a little more cum. I stand, panting, as you continue, now holding onto a towel bar to keep from falling over. After a few minutes, I take your chin in my hand and bid you to your feet. I give your still cum-salty lips a gentle kiss, then pull you into an embrace, kissing you harder, wrapping my arms around you, pressing my semi-hard cock against your belly. It twitches and pulses, hungry for more but unable to eat quite yet. After a moment, I step back, my breathing still heavy. "Can we get out, now? The water has gone REALLY fucking cold." Hot Shower She was the last to use the shower, as she entered the bathroom the room still felt hot and steamy. She laid her towels on the edge of the tub and tossed the 9 inch porn star dildo, that he had asked her to bring, onto the floor of the tub. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. As the water heated, she peeled off her skinny jeans and panties onto the floor and stepped out of them. She lifted the t-shirt over her head, laying it on top of her jeans. She quickly unhooked her bra, dropping it on the pile of clothes, and let her ample breasts free. She stepped into the tub and let the water run over her body. She stood there under the hot water feeling her tensed muscles start to relax. She squeezed some shampoo into her hand and massaged her hair and scalp, as she rinsed her hair she could feel the warm suds glide down her back. She picked up her bath poof and squirted her favorite jasmine scented body gel onto it, squeezing the poof to make it sudsy. She ran the poof down her arms, then across her neck and back, enveloping herself in the flowery aroma. She ran the poof across her breasts and nipples and down to her tummy. She put it down and used her hands to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples; the suds making her skin feel soft and slippery. She brought her hands down to her pussy and gently washed the area. She began to massage her clit in a circular motion until she felt the pressure building. She bent over and picked up the large latex dildo. He had requested that she cum twice for him in the shower. This was just what she wanted. She bent her knee and put her foot onto the ledge of the tub. She pressed the dildo to the entrance of her waiting pussy and slowly began to push it in. The 6 ½ inch girth of the latex penis stretched her in an oh so wonderful feeling of fullness. She continued to push the dildo into her pussy till it reached the balls. She withdrew it, almost, then quickly thrust it back into her hot hole. She continued this assault on her pussy till she had a steady rhythm going. While her left hand was holding the cock that was ramming her pussy, she brought her right hand to her aching clit and began to strum it gently, at first, then more forcefully. The combination of the thrusting cock and the stimulation of her clit was exquisite. She felt a dam of pleasure building in her genitals and she knew that the dam was about to break. The orgasm sent her over the edge, so that she had to remove her fingers from her clit just to steady herself against the shower wall. One down, she chuckled to herself. With the dildo deeply planted in her pussy she again continued thrusting it in and out harder and faster with each stroke. It didn't take long for the familiar sensation to build and it encouraged her to keep the rapid pace going. Just when she felt she could not keep going she came in a waterfall of her own juices. The feeling of the warm water from the shower mixed with her own warm juices was a feeling she would never tire of. She let the dildo fall out of her spent pussy and it fell to the floor of the tub. Two down. She grabbed the shower poof and gently soaped herself down once more, enjoying the silky feeling over her exhausted body. As she ran the poof over her ass cheeks she smiled and had a wicked thought. He had told her he would insert his thumb into her ass as he pounded her hard from behind and twist it in and out. This really excited her. She reached over to the shelf near the bathtub and grabbed a small container of Vaseline. Opening it she dipped her finger in and removed a glob of the thick substance. She smeared it over her asshole and between her finger and thumb of her left hand. She slowly pushed her thumb into her tight asshole while her right hand massaged her swollen and very sensitive clit. The sensation was unbelievable as she imagined his thumb sliding in an out of her ass. It didn't take long before she felt her asshole clenching around her thumb as she came once more in another remarkably strong orgasm. She laughed softly to herself as she thought --three times the charm. Hot Shower "So you spent three weeks on horseback getting here? You must be literally both saddle sore and grimy, Graf Cederhielm. Well,we have a good remedy for both: a hot shower," beamed Colonel Riesenheim behind his large oak desk. The colonel was rotund, surprisingly fat for a cavalry officer. I assumed he needed help to get in the saddle. "You have a hot shower?" I asked, surprised. I had heard of them but never seen one, much less used one. The colonel virtually shone with pride. "Our new officers' gymnasium has several. Follow me," he said, rose from his chair and walked out the door held open by his aide, the blond Captain von Königsberg, who looked surprisingly young for a captain. Definitely younger than me, and I was 23 and merely a lieutenant. That is why the colonel had used my aristocratic title, count, instead of my military rank. So as not to shame me in front of my younger colleague, who outranked me. The captain closed the door behind us and followed a couple of paces behind, as we walked down the corridors and across the yard. Being an officer, especially a cavalry officer, had its advantages before the Great War. We were a brotherhood of gentlemen – practically all blue blooded – and wherever you went, unless you happened to be at war with them, you could count on the hospitality of your brothers in arms, regardless of nationality. Which was what I did, when I took a leave of absence from my regiment in Stockholm – not really a problem in peacetime, there were too many officers anyway – to start on my Grand Tour, a year or two travelling Europe and possibly the Middle East. Being a cavalry officer, I of course scoffed the coach and headed out on horseback. Riding from Stockholm to Berlin had taken me three weeks, staying at inns and farms, sometimes sleeping in barns, and eating simple fare. In the three weeks I hadn't even come close to hot water. I did expect better, when I introduced myself to the guard at the cavalry regiment in Berlin, and in due course was escorted to the commander's office. But being introduced to the luxury of a hot shower was far beyond my expectations. The gymnasium looked much like any officers' gym, equipped with Roman rings, wooden horses and suchlike. Half a dozen officers were occupied with boxing, wrestling and fencing. Next to it was a locker room with wooden benches and above them hooks for the clothes. Nothing exceptional. But the shower room was out of the ordinary. It was all tiled and had the usual row of wash basins, but along one wall was a row of eight brass showers. I had seen showers before, but imagining that these dispensed hot water excited me. "It's a great invention," said the colonel. "They do wonders for the hygiene of our officers, of course. But they are also very sensual. In fact, I think I'll make you company and have a shower myself." He started unbuttoning his tunic and I sat down on a bench and started tugging at one of my riding boots. "Felix will help you with those," said the colonel, undressing. Captain Felix von Königsberg turned out to be an expert footman. Although my boots had a snug fit, he had them off in no time. I did the rest of my undressing myself. The colonel, undressed, turned out to look like an ape, completely hairy. There was not an inch of his fat body that was not covered with black curly hair. His crotch was a jungle of growth from which protruded a penis which was not exceptional, except for its head which was the size of a plum and made his dick look like a purple mushroom. The colonel, naked and hairy, stepped under the showers and turned on one in the middle of the row. He adjusted the temperature, then moved on to the next one, leaving the first one for me, while the captain laid out towels and bars of soap for us on the bench. I grabbed a bar of soap and hit the shower. The warm water felt divine on my body. I had never felt anything like it. I stepped back and felt the spray hit directly on my penis. It twitched and started to rise. I stepped back in and started to wash my face. Soap got in my eyes and I stepped out of the shower and turned around to look for my towel on the bench. It was handed to me by Captain von Königsberg. I rubbed my eyes and noticed that the captain too was now naked, and that he in contrast to his commanding officer was completely void of hair on his body, obviously shaved. Not only did it make him look younger, boyish even, but it also made his penis, at half mast and rising, look bigger. Not fat, rather slender, but definitely longer than the colonel's. Longer than mine too, I had to admit. Probably not less than seven inches at full attention, I guesstimated. I turned back towards the wall and continued to wash off the grime of three weeks on horseback. Suddenly the colonel to my left gripped my wrist and started to wash my arm with a soapy washcloth. Seconds later the captain, who had stepped under the shower to my right, did the same with my other arm. It was confusing, but as far as I knew, washing your guests could well be part of Prussian hospitality. I decided not to make a fuss. After they had raised my arms high and washed my armpits, they turned me to face the colonel. While the captain did my shoulders and upper back, the colonel washed my front, being very thorough with my nipples. He then worked his way down and was equally thorough cleaning out my navel. And then, inevitably, he got to my crotch, where my pecker shamefully stood at half mast. The colonel didn't seem to notice. He just went on scrubbing the shaft, my scrotum, then the area behind it to my arse. Then he pulled my foreskin back and cleaned both the head and its rim with the soapy washcloth, which of course made my pecker rise to full mast. "This needs to be impeccably clean, in case it should end up in somebody's mouth", he remarked. "Have you had your Schwantz sucked, mein Graf?" I replied that a few wenches had accommodated me in that way. He was now working his way down my thighs, repeatedly touching my dick and scrotum with the back of his hand, accidentally on purpose. "But never a man?" he asked, washing my calves. "Not even in boarding school?" He lifted my feet, one after the other and scrubbed the soles and between my toes. "I didn't go to boarding school. I was tutored at home," I answered, almost stuttering. He turned me around to face the captain's hairless, boyish body, long, slender cock and now an impish smile. The colonel scrubbed my buttocks and then ran the washcloth up and down the crack between them. "And your tutors never took advantage of you? So you've never been visited HERE?" A soapy finger penetrated my anus and started wiggling. His other hand sneaked around, grabbed my now rock hard dick and wanked it slowly. I couldn't answer and didn't need to, but I almost came, then and there. "No, I can feel that you're an arsevirgin. We'll have to see about that. But first let's see about having you well shampooed," he said as he released my dick and pulled his finger out of my arse. Shampoo. These Prussians certainly had all modernities. Shampoo was another item I had heard, or rather read, about but never seen, and certainly not been in contact with. Back home we washed our hair with plain soap. Captain von Königsberg pushed me one step outside the shower, then bent me backwards so I wouldn't get the shampoo in my eyes. Then he poured some white shampoo from a glass bottle into his palm and started to massage my scalp, while the colonel did the same with my pubic hair, my dick sticking out like a bowsprit between his hands. Then they turned me around and bent me forwards to rinse out the shampoo, at which time the colonel took the opportunity to tickle my anus. Then backwards again for a final rinse and a little wanking from the colonel. The captain turned off the shower, and he and the colonel dried me off, much the same way that they had washed me earlier, each of them drying one arm and then turning me to face the colonel who dried my front, while the captain did my back, giving my buttocks a good rub. I noticed that the officers from the gymnasium now were all in the bathroom and the locker room, more or less naked and sporting a more or less erect pecker. The captain handed us woollen bathrobes with the imperial eagle embroidered on the chest, and the colonel lead the way through an oak door to his private dressing room. He motioned me to sit in a wicker chair, and sat himself down on a footstool opposite me. While Captain von Königsberg pomaded and combed my hair, Colonel Riesenheim smeared a lotion on my feet. He reminded me how important it is for all soldiers, even in the cavalry, to keep their feet in good shape, and assured me that this particular lotion did wonders for feet that had been cooped up in tight riding boots. When he had finished with my feet, he grabbed both my knees and spread them, thus opening my bathrobe wide, and took my dick into his mouth and started to suck. Oh, did he suck! And swirl his tongue around my dickhead. And caress my balls and then tickle my arsehole. It was no more than half a minute before I shot my load, which kept pumping into his mouth for much longer. The colonel just kept swallowing. Finally, after he had sucked me completely dry and swallowed my last drop, he let my limp dick fall out of his mouth, licked his lips, and grinned triumphantly. "See, a man's mouth can be just as effective as a woman's," he said. He laid down on his back on a chaise longue, letting his robe fall open. His purple mushroom rose proudly from the dense vegetation of his crotch. "You may now reciprocate," he suggested. I had never been attracted to men or even played with the idea of sucking cock, and the fat, hairy colonel was just about the least physically attractive human being I could imagine. But he was my host in a foreign country, he had treated me to my first hot shower, and he was a colonel – a colonel who had just swallowed copious amounts of my sperm. I didn't really see how I could refuse his offer. So I kneeled on the floor beside him and tried to fit my mouth around his plumshaped dickhead. Then I felt my robe being pulled off me and a moment later fingers applying something moist and cool to my arsering. "Since you are a virgin back there, Felix will open you up a bit for me," the colonel said. I realized that Colonel Riesenheim intended to arsefuck me. Again, I couldn't see how I could rightly refuse. And considering the size of the colonel's cockhead, some stretching of my sphincter in preparation was probably not a bad idea. So I went back to my task of getting his cock in my mouth. It didn't come as a surprise, therefore, when a finger entered my rectum and wiggled about for a while, but I did gasp. I think I may have moaned a little, when I had finally got my mouth around the mushroom and was into the sucking and licking, and suddenly the digit was replaced by two, twisting around in my bunghole. When they were removed and replaced by three, it hurt so bad I tried to yell. But the colonel pressed my head down until his dickhead filled my throat, and all that came out was a kind of gargling sound. "Relax," he said. "You're a man, not a boy. You're a soldier. You can take some pain." Man or not, tears welled up in my eyes when Königsberg started to twist his fingers around. But by and by the pain subsided, and when he pulled his fingers out and added more lubrication to my arse, I actually missed the intrusion. But just for a few seconds. Then I felt the knob of his prick against my sphincter and tried to relax, as he started to press in slowly. He started an in-and-out movement that hurt a little, but not too much, and I got back to my duties to the colonel and his prick. I tried to move my head up and down on his shaft and roll my tongue around his bulb, but its size left little room for movement. After a couple of minutes both officers pulled out of my holes and laid me down on my back on the chaise longue with my arse sticking over its end. They folded me like a jacknife, with my legs pressed to my chest and shoulders. The captain, smiling down at me at the head end, was pressing my calves down, while the colonel was applying lubrication to his fat cockhead. On his first attempt the colonel didn't even begin to enter. Then he spread my arsecheeks with his thumbs, leaned even more on me, and added more of his body weight to the pressure. Finally my ring muscle gave up and Colonel Riesenheim's cock plopped into my rectum like a champagne cork coming out of a bottleneck. The pain made me want to yell, but when I opened my mouth, von Königsberg shoved his rigid cock straight down my throat, and effectively gagged me. He then took up a slow in-and-out rhythm, and I realized that he hadn't ejaculated in my arse, presumably not wanting to leave a superior officer with sloppy seconds. I tried to accommodate him by closing my lips around his shaft and rotating my tongue around his dickhead. The colonel at my other end was anything but slow. He was raping my arsehole at a vicious pace. Slamming into me as far as his belly allowed, pulling back until my sphincter stopped his cockhead,then slamming back in, grunting with every shove. After a minute or two he quickened his pace even more, blurted out, "Aaach, herrlich!" and filled my entrails with his warm semen. Then he collapsed over me, and I feared that my hip joints would dislocate under his weight. After a few seconds he came to and pulled out of me – like a painful champagne cork again, only this time the cork was followed by a gush of fluid. They got me back in a kneeling position on the floor, sucking the colonel's cock clean, and the captain stuck me from behind again. By now my arsehole was wide open and well lubricated, and he had no problem entering. I realized with a shock that previously he had only pushed his cock part way in. Now he gave me his entire length, which seemed to reach to somewhere inside my ribcage and made me feel that my inner organs were relocated with each long stroke. When he finally delivered his salvo, he was so deep inside me that I thought it might come out through my mouth and spoil my cleaning work on the colonel. Then I felt the captain pulling out, and heard him walk barefoot across the room and open the door. I dropped the colonel's limp dick out of my mouth and looked over my shoulder. Outside the door stood the six officers from the gym in a column, presumably according to rank and seniority. All naked and stroking their erect pricks. I realized that it would be some time before I could resume my Grand Tour, before my arse would be in any condition for horseback riding. Then the colonel grabbed the back of my head and pressed my mouth back on his dick.