Hell no: They all hop in the shower together

“ONE more time?” Corrine exclaimed. “Who said anything about ONE more time? The night is young! I guarantee you guys—between the five of us, we can definitely get Ian rearing to go again.”

“I’m already getting there,” I said, which prompted a cheer from my beautiful friends.

“First, I think I need a shower,” Talia muttered, her worn-out body still draped limply over the couch. Her pussy oozed out some of my cum down her thighs.

I gave her a pleasant pat on the rear, saying, “I think I’ll join you.”

“Me too!” Elizabeth said.

“And me!”

“All of us!”

Talia shook her head, laughing, “Guys, my shower is tiny. There isn’t room for two people to fool around in there, much less six.”

But we tried anyway.

Talia was right, of course. Her shower was basically the size of a phone booth. To fit everyone inside, we had to comically jam ourselves together like sardines. It wasn’t exactly easy to get clean, but then getting clean wasn’t exactly our priority.

As the lone male, and the birthday boy to boot, I was the natural center of attention. I was bombarded by a constant **** of gropes, licks, and kisses. But I didn’t get ALL the fun; the girls spent plenty of time pinching and tickling one another as well.

It was Corrine who finally took the initiative to actually get us all clean. She picked up a bottle of coconut-scented body wash and held it high overhead—

“Okay, close your eyes, everybody!”

She poured it all over us. Seconds later, our six hot, soapy bodies were sliding back and forth together. I felt someone’s hand grab hold of my rapidly-thickening penis, helpfully coating it with Talia’s body wash until it was nice and slippery. Then I felt another hand down there as well—someone else’s, this time—and then another. I closed me eyes and leaned back, enjoying the relaxing attention of so many slick, soapy fingers stroking up and down my cock.

“I missed you guys so much,” I sighed. Then someone bit me on the nipple.