It was no longer a protest. Her body overruled the objection completely; her mouth had opened for objection but found something arriving through the opening that was not objection-shaped. Her hands — which had been raised at shoulder level ready to push — found his chest instead. They pressed against it. They did not push.
The three mouths moved together.
They felt wet and warm with running water all around. The layered presence of all three tongues in close proximity — Veronica's and Frau Müller's finding each other occasionally alongside his — surprised Frau Müller when her tongue encountered a different tongue than expected, the warm soft feel of another woman's.
Saliva.
It ran warm and thin — the three-mouth accumulation flowing from the corners and down chins along with the water, shameless and unmanaged because three mouths occupied a space that was not large enough without considerable intimacy in the process.
He pulled back.
