The bathroom at 221B baker street was steamy before the water was ever turned on. Sherlock had discarded his clothes on the way to the small room and grabbed Molly around the waist as she walked through the door. She was spun round to face him as John followed. Sherlock's head descended, his mouth dropped onto hers and his tongue stole inside. His large hands slid over her arse and pulled her to him. She felt his cock twitch and begin to swell against her stomach. Sparks fizzed through her abdomen. They were all just coming down from a high. Her cunt still felt a bit sensitive from John's possession.

"S-So, you w-were good . . . are good with what we did?" she whispered on Sherlock's lips.

"Yes," he said between kisses, "it was stimulating . . . mmm . . . beyond my wildest expectations."

Sherlock released Molly and urged her towards John as he leaned over the shower to crank it on. She looked up at John shyly. She could still feel a slight crackling film where his cum had stuck to her belly. She rubbed it unconsciously. His eyes flicked down to her stomach and returned with a thirsty look as if he too recalled the moment she had brought him to completion. He stepped forward, a rough hand dragged her to him and he kissed her as well. It was exciting to compare the two men. Sherlock's kiss was consuming, his plump lips were sensuous and masterful in a way that made her knees weak. John was more vigorous and a bit frenetic as if slightly unhinged by his lust. The contrast was intoxicating.

Molly arched against John when she felt Sherlock brush aside her hair and taste her collar. His lengthening cock pressed into her back while John's arousal twitched on her front. She couldn't get over it. Both men were impossibly excited by her . . . by shy little Molly! She quivered right down to the tips of her toes. John's tongue was doing things to her, making her recall how ridiculously talented he had been at flicking her clit in just the right frequency. She moaned on his mouth and wriggled against him as Sherlock's hands massaged her back. Before long, John had kissed her breathless and the two shafts she was sandwiched between were rigid and insistent. Her tummy fluttered at the thought of finding a way to satisfy them both. How would she do it? What would be expected? Her knees wobbled. Sherlock chuckled against her neck. John squeezed her gently.

"We should get you clean," Sherlock murmured.

By this time, the room had warmed and the mirror fogged over. Sherlock offered his hand and helped Molly into the tub with a knowing wink. She blushed and hopped into the shower's hot spray as he stepped to her side. John followed and yanked the curtain around the inside of the old ceramic-coated, cast-iron bowl.

"A bathing is just what you need" John's gaze was hotter than the scalding water cascading down her back and front, "grrr, you have been a dirty girl."

"Mm . . . maybe," she whispered.

"Oh, definitely," Sherlock said as he shook a bottle and squeezed soap into his hands, his arousal twitched against the side of her thigh.

He handed the bodywash to John, urged Molly to turn and stepped in the path of the spray . Sherlock stared down at her with hooded eyes as he lathered his hands and then began to wash her tummy and chest. Behind her she heard the spurt of soap and then John massaged soap over her arse and up her back. She sighed and closed her eyes as large hands worked velvety bubbles over her nipples while simultaneously, thumbs dipped into the divots on the back of her hips. John's fingers folded over her hips, he stepped against her and she felt his straining cock press between her cheeks. He groaned and pumped his hips, sliding the fleshy root up and down her soapy cleft.

"Mmm, shite," she whispered, her head spun at the thought of experiencing the pleasure of being fucked by him again.

Still, she felt a bit off kilter, disloyal even, but when she peered up, Sherlock was anything but concerned. His eyes were constricted in a lazy, sensuous slant. His nostrils flared. He was definitely enjoying the goings on given the way he kept examining her face with parted lips. Anticipation replaced anxiousness. Sherlock dipped his hair back under the stream of water and then smoothed it down and let the shower pour over Molly again. She bit her lips as water dribbled from her tight nipples. When the soap had been rinsed away, he gave her one more scorching hot glance then lowered his head. His mouth descended to her breast and he drew it in with a swirl of his tongue. Molly whimpered as he sucked the water off. She threaded her fingers into his wet locks. His firm yet soft, slippery tongue rolled her nipple to the top of his palette, then he tugged and teased it under she began to feel like he was pulling a thread within her breast. Her mind raced with all the sensations. The water was hot, more than one cock competed for attention, her nipples ached with her boyfriend's ministrations, and her cunt stung from the overall wantonness of the situation. Smooth and not-so smooth hairy male flesh rubbed against her wet skin everywhere.

"Mind if we swap?" John breathed into her ear.

"Y-yeah, no problem," Molly nodded.

They all sort of switched around then so John could shower as well as rinse Molly's backside. Water carried away the last of the soap the boys had lathered all over her body. John gave her bum a light slap. He heaved in a breath and swore. His cock slid between her thighs and across her cleft. He cycled his hips once and she felt him prod gently.

"You want me again? So soon?" Molly ventured.

"Fuck, yes," John grunted.

Molly looked up into Sherlock's seductively narrowed eyes. He twitched his brows and glanced to his groin. His cock, as always, was gorgeous in all its primal glory. It was long and thick and had a slight curve upwards. She pulled back her wet hair and kind of loosely twisted it. Drips of warm water slipped down her body and into the seam of her arse where John continued to rub himself.

"Well, it is only fair I taste you too, darling," she said excitedly as her eyes lifted, "humm?"

A smile ghosted his lips. John rubbed her back with his hand and he urged her to bend over.

"Fuck, yes, suck your man's cock," his heady command made her sex flush, "I'll take care of you."

She glimpsed over her shoulder and pushed her bum back. John nudged her legs apart as she then leaned down and gripped Sherlock's cock. Sherlock murmured a sound of satisfaction when she quickly licked the bead of moisture off the slit in his head. Hungry for him, she compressed her fingers around his base and swallowed his helmet. He sucked in air through his teeth, his hips jerked and his large hands sought her jaw . When John finally claimed her as well, her cry of ecstasy was muffled by Sherlock's swollen flesh pushing down on her tongue. John's first thrust jolted Molly; she braced herself with a hold on Sherlock and the curved side of the tub. John adjusted his grasp when she slipped; his right foot found a foothold on the edge of the basin. Firmly anchored, he huffed and began to fuck her again. His rhythm rocked her against Sherlock and soon they were all enjoying the ride like they were on a tandem bicycle straddling a sheer cliff. John's thrusts were so forceful and quick, her feet squeaked under her as she sought to affirm her footing. Sherlock's cock hardened to steel in her mouth. It was all manner of wrong and yet, so, so right.

"Mm, mm, mm," she hummed as she sucked Sherlock's cock and took John's pounding.

They all fucked like that for awhile, the men filled the bathroom with grunts and groans of satisfaction. Tension mounted within Molly's core at their debauchery. Every time she was deliciously imbalanced or felt Sherlock's cock near her uvula, she squeezed on John. His friction was unbelievably pleasurable, like he was wool rubbing sparks at her clit. Sherlock's shaft straining her jaw was the best kind of ache. She found herself vibrating apart. However, she would be denied a release right then. John's pumping slowed. The water had begun to cool around her feet.

"Hmmph, hmph, fuck," he panted, "maybe we should get out of here."

The water was turned off, someone threw a towel over the sink basin and in a hasty switch, Molly was suddenly being pinioned by Sherlock over the porcelain bowl as John stood by wanking his shaft. Again, she couldn't help comparing the decidedly different feel of Sherlock's cock to John's member. They were of a similar size but Sherlock's curve pulled up on her and she had to stand on her toes to take him. He fucked her differently too. He preferred to seat himself, rock his hips and drive deep as if to imprint himself, like he wanted her viscerally aware of his every millimeter. She threw her head back. That curve, she chewed her lip, it always hit the right spot. Again, she neared a precipice.

"Yes, oh, my god, yes! Fuck me! Unh!"

"God, this is so fucking hot," John muttered.

"Mmmmnnn, yes," Sherlock murmured as he pulled out, "naughty girl. Don't succumb yet, Molly, John needs another go."

"Unh! H-Hurry," she begged their spectator, "someone, I don't care. Someone needs to fuck me."

John heeded the call. When she felt his probe, she dropped onto her heels and wagged her bum impatiently again. He rubbed her entry and pushed in.

"God, you feel so good," he leaned his forehead against her shoulder and covered her breasts with his hands, "fuck."

He was so hard, so hard she thought he might pop a seam as he began to rut her again. This time, he didn't hold back. His hips slammed into hers at a breakneck pace, his fingers clamped on her breasts. Beneath her, the cool porcelain of the pedestal sink pinched her flesh. She smacked a hand onto the mirror to counteract his forceful thrusts while his sack slapped between her legs. She glanced at him in the mirror through a lusty haze. She swallowed. John-fucking-Watson, she thought incredulously! Their eyes met and he seemed to experience the same moment, a realization he was fucking his friend's girlfriend. Suddenly, he blinked through a shudder. He swore and jerked his torso back but she felt his shaft flexing as he exited. His cum spurted inside and continued to eject onto her cleft and the seam of her arse during his pull out. He swore loudly. Cum dripped down between her cheeks. She moaned. It was so dirty but so good.

"Oh, fuck," his twitching cock bobbed on her arse, "fuck, that was . . . huh . . . jesus fuck, Molly."

John held her hips as he shook but eventually let go of her once he regained his breath and stumbled back. Almost immediately, Sherlock replaced him in the mirror. His gaze flicked down. He licked his lips.

"My, my . . . he's made a mess of you," he murmured as he rubbed some of the cum over her cheek.

Molly swallowed. She arched her back. She still ached. John had orgasmed before she could peak herself.

"Yes . . . you sh-should too," she invited breathlessly.

Sherlock's lips twitched and he cricked his neck. He urged Molly up from the sink, twirled her slowly and picked her up. John's seed dripped from her body as he directed her to wrap her legs around him. In a heartbeat, Sherlock set her arse on the sink and he thrust into her sex. A trembling whimper spewed from her lips and she clung to his neck, delighted to be filled. John's cum made his glide in and out of her body super-slick; a smacking clapped as their torsos came together. In a few strokes, the sounds emanating from Sherlock's chest were like nothing she had ever heard - raw, harsh, and primal, like a beast. It drove her wild to feel him losing control. She closed her eyes and lost herself to his powerful thrusts. Her moans gave way to almost pained cries. She needed to release so badly, she was going to die if the ache between her thighs didn't subside.

"Mmm, you love this don't you?" Sherlock muttered. "You love being bathed in cum, dirty girl."

"Unh, oh yes," she sputtered against his neck, "yes, Sherlock, I want yours on me too, please. Unh, please?"

"Fffff, damn, Molly . . ."

That was all she needed to hear. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and felt her orgasm flash like the firing of a safety flare. Sherlock groaned as her body contracted on him and with a huff, withdrew himself part-way through his ejaculation. His liquid release shot up her belly and then coated her sex as well. She held onto him as her legs jerked. Several moments later, she suppressed a laugh as her head lolled around at the scene. Sherlock had teetered back and fought for breath against the wall, John reclined back on the loo's closed seat and her legs dangled from the sink, still twitching with her every internal spasm. They were ruined, all three of them. John was the first to regain his faculties. He lurched up from the toilet and held out his hand.

"Alright, young lady," he helped her from the sink, "actual shower . . . alone this time, yeah?"

She smiled bashfully. "Alright . . . a-as long as I don't have to sleep alone."

John rubbed a hand over his head and peered at Sherlock. "Shite, this is going to be a long night, isn't it?"

Sherlock heaved a breath. His head fell forward for a few seconds as he leaned on his hands. He nodded eventually.

"Christ, she's insatiable, John," he said between gasps before laughing, "thank god for you."

Molly grinned sheepishly, her face went warm. "Hmm, why d-do you think I was always so enamored with you, Sherlock?"

Sherlock looked up curiously.

She twitched her brows and glanced shyly at John. "I always knew you came as a packaged deal . . . two for one."