Meena's Post-Match Warm-Up

"My fucking knights in shining armour," Meena commented dryly, then sucked her lip in thought. "Ok, come in and... watch or whatever." She disappeared through the archway.

The shower room was big enough for half a dozen people, and the gleaming tiles were a testament to how new the whole complex was. Six large, silver shower heads emerged from the wall, high up, at regular intervals. Meena skipped over near a drain and squatted down, kind of wanting to get the first part over before the boys were watching. As she removed her hands though, they appeared in the archway and came close to her. Looking up at them gave her flashbacks to sucking their pricks.

"Actually, kind of wanted to see this," Euge explained, cheekily, and Meena felt her face go hot with a flush of blood again, and looked down. This, them watching her do this, was somehow making her self-conscious all over again. Turned out Euge was a little kinky then.

Their heavy deliveries once again started to trickle from her sore body, quicker now that she was squatting on her haunches and Meena sighed as she heard them start to drip and splatter on the white tiles of the floor.

"God," Eric sounded completely astounded, "This is really hot!"

"Isn't it?" Euge agreed.

"Fuck off you two, or you can't..." Meena squeezed and a surprising amount of Euge's come emerged from her pussy as she was talking, "... you can't watch." The sounds were so obscene, the wet slap of their seed hitting the floor - and there was so much of it! What, had these guys been practicing abstinence recently? "God, this is so embarrassing," she muttered out loud, hanging her head.

"Fuck, I'm... I'm getting hard again!" Eric stammered, and the other two looked across to see that Eric's prick, which had naturally wilted while they were lying on the benches, was starting to rise again. Euge's cock was hanging down, delicious, heavy and still glistening with her juices, Meena noted. "Fuck it, I'm gonna... I'm gonna make myself come again."

"Wow!" Meena was kind of impressed, but still a little ticked off that the two of them had wanted to see her like this.

"You go for it man!" Euge, chuckled, stepping back as if Eric would be spraying all over the place in a matter of seconds. Meena looked up and turned a few ideas over in her mind, now that there was another hard prick in the room. But then, she was absolutely knackered.

"Come on then, do it on me," she suggested, and Eric's jawed dropped as his hand built up speed on his already throbbing dick.

"Seriously?"

More come was leaking out of Meena as she nodded silently. There was still more inside her though, she was pretty sure - it might be some kind of record or something. "Yeah," she instructed, "come around and spray whatever you've got left in there on my ass. You'll probably be able to watch the... watch me... Oh just come around." Meena grinned wickedly, apparently her mind was horny even if her body was spent.

She dropped onto her aching knees one more time and turned to face the white, ceramic wall, leaning against it with one hand. The other hand dropped once more between her aching, burning thighs and as she heard the soft, wet sounds of Eric frantically working his tool, she used her fingers to open her pussy lips and let the last of the thick bounty she had received out.

Eric must have been right there, just waiting for the slightest inspiration, because as the last of the seed dripped to the floor, maybe ten seconds after he had knelt behind her, he started to cry out - a short, desperate series of cries. "Oh! Oh! Fuck!" Meena grinned and felt one last jet of his cream spurt onto the small of her back, just above her pert, round ass that was displayed so sexily for him as she knelt, back arched and leaning against the wall. The second and third spurts didn't have enough strength to reach her, and she looked back, giggling as they trickled over his knuckles.

"Done now?" she laughed, and Eric collapsed sideways onto the cold tiles.

"Thank you," he almost sobbed, and both Meena and Euge couldn't help but laugh at his dramatic tone.

"Seriously, Meena," Euge smiled, and it was the same relaxed, easy, warm expression that he had used when they had first met up earlier, "this was incredible."

"For me too," she smiled back - a big beaming grin, "I'm glad you busted in on me while I was in the nude!" Eric seemed to be dead, but Meena guessed he probably agreed.

"C'mon man," Euge leaned down, no trace of self-consciousness now about being naked around his team-mate, and grabbed Eric's shoulder, "let's let Ms. Shukta get cleaned up and take a shower ourselves." Meena turned and stood, stretching her aching limbs again and running her fingers through the fresh, warm spunk that Eric had deposited on her back. Eric stumbled to his feet and waved groggily at Meena.

"You're amazing," he managed, before Euge pushed him out into the changing room, shaking his head.

"I'll see you around then?" Euge said, after the two naked lovers had stood just looking at each other for what felt like an age.

"I hope so," Meena smiled again, and taking three steps put her arms around his neck and planted a long, soft, perfect kiss on his lips. Euge's hands came around her and grabbed the pert cheeks of her bum in a movement that was just the right combination of playful and romantic. When they broke apart, and his hands came back, traces of what must have been Eric's come were shining on his fingers.

"Uh... wow."

"I need a shower," agreed Meena, and gave him a tired, but still sexy, wave as he grinned and left.

The hot water was amazing, and helped Meena put her self back together very quickly. She was going to have bruises on her thighs and hips from both men's enthusiastic grips, she guessed, but that was ok. And, yes, both her pussy and her ass were more... open than they should have been, but they weren't as sore as she had feared (then, that might have been the soothing hot water helping there). She knew as well that she'd be... back to normal as it were, in no time at all. She washed herself thoroughly, not sparing the soap, shampooing her hair all over again, and really taking her time. She thought a lot about Euge, and found herself fantasising in a surprising and completely non-sexual way about meeting him again. What if...

Back in the dressing room she dried herself, finished off a bottle of energy drink that tasted so, so good to her dehydrated body, and dressed, pulling her panties on very cautiously. She winced - oh yeah, pretty sensitive.

She used her wet towels to wipe up any stray fluids that they had left on the floor, she cranked up the fan to maybe get rid of the hot, musky smell of fucking that still filled the room, and then picked up her bag.

There was a knock on the door.

Euge was leaning, almost too cool, on the doorframe. Fully dressed now in jeans and a cute flannel shirt. Her face split into a massive, goofy grin - she couldn't stop herself.

"So," he said, and she realised that his 'cool' was an act, a joke, and she loved it, "can I get your number?"

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Author's note: If you got this far, thanks for reading! I think this is easily the longest story I've submitted to the site so far and I hope you enjoyed it. You can check out more of my stories through my profile, and please do take a second to vote and comment. Thanks to WWL too, for giving this the once over and helping with those nagging doubts.