down my throat. He gasped and I looked up at him as I swallowed more, and more still, hearing Mrs. B chuckle, her tongue moving at the base of him and then lower, down to his balls. Fascinated, I watched her lick and suck them as Doc pressed me lower onto his cock. He was thick and throbbing and I loved the velvety feel of his skin against my tongue.
Mrs. B cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands, her eyes on me as she sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. I watched, wide-eyed, as I came up on Doc’s shaft, licking just around the head, teasing it with my tongue.
“Wanna try?” Mrs. B asked, her voice low, a little throaty, holding his sac up, offering it to me. Nodding, I slid down fully, my tongue running over the soft, ridged skin while she grabbed and squeezed his cock. Doc shaved down there and the skin was completely smooth. I heard him whisper something, but I couldn’t make out the words, although I could tell they were full of pleasure and that thrilled me.
His balls were getting tighter, drawing up closer to his body as Mrs. B continued to stroke him, making them harder to suck into my mouth and roll around with my tongue. I nibbled a little on the skin and Doc jumped, his eyes wide as he looked down at me.
“Sorry.” I bit my lip.
He smiled and crooked his finger at me like she had. “Come here.”
I crawled up onto him and he pulled me in against his chest, grabbing my ass with his hand. “Maybe you deserve a spanking?”
“Doc!” I laughed when his hand slapped my ass. It stung a little, but then he kissed me and I was lost in it, his tongue seeking mine, his cock hard against my thigh, Mrs. B’s hand still moving it up and down.
“Did you like my cock in your mouth?” he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek, my neck, sending shivers through me.
“Yes,” I whispered back, feeling his fingers tugging at my nipple again, making me squirm.
“Do you want to feel it in your little pussy?” He slid his hand down over my belly, his palm cupping my soft, shaved mound.
Moaning, I rocked against him. “Yes.”
He chuckled, parting my flesh there, slipping one of his big fingers between my lips. I was soaking wet and he slid easily through, finding my clit and petting it.
“Tell me.” He met my eyes. I hesitated, looking down at Mrs. B, who stroked him as she watched us, her breasts swaying prettily to the rhythm. Then I looked back at him, feeling shy and shaking my head as I bit my lip.
He smiled again, teasing me. “Go on… say it… ‘I want you to fuck me.’”
“Doc!” I felt his finger slip in me, exploring the soft, smooth walls inside. “Please.”
“Do you like that?” He pushed his fingers deeper. I moaned, nodding, hiding my blush against his neck. He pressed another one in, stretching me wider, making me gasp and wriggle on top of him. “Not as good as a nice big cock, though, is it?”
“No.” My hands clutched his shoulders as he began to finger me in earnest, using the force of his arm to shove them up inside of me. I slid my thighs open wider, making room, wanting more. “Oh, God… Doc, please!”
“Come on.” He slid out from under me. I sat up, watching as he leaned over and kissed Mrs. B, their tongues meeting, her hand going behind his head to pull him in deeper. She still had his cock in her hand.
He looked over at me, his eyes moving up and down my body, hungry. “Did you like licking Carrie’s pussy?”
I still couldn’t get used to her as ‘Carrie,’ but I nodded, my eyes meeting Mrs. B’s as I remembered the taste of her, the soft pink flesh melting in my mouth, the way she moaned and shook and thrust.
“You want some more?” He smiled, reaching down and spreading Mrs. B open wide. She groaned, spreading her thighs, letting him slide the fingers that had just been inside of me up into her pussy.
“Yes.” I felt a familiar ache between my legs as I watched him fuck her with his fingers.
“Lie down, baby.” Doc whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. She did as she was told, lying on her back sideways on the bed next to me, giving me a smile. She was close enough to touch me, and she did, reaching out and cupping my cheek with her palm, her slender fingers moving over my jaw and then down my shoulder.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Doc?” Mrs. B’s fingertips brushed my nipple, sending a wave of heat through me.
“Beyond.” He squeezed his cock in his own hand now as he watched us.
Mrs. B’s fingers roamed further down and I opened my legs for her as she slipped her fingers through my wetness. “Look, she’s all smooth for you.”
“I see that.” He watched her slip a finger inside of me. I sighed and spread a little more for her. “I bet she tastes like the sweetest little peach…”
Mrs. B rubbed her own pussy, too, I saw her fingers moving through her flesh, her breasts moving a little with the motion.
“She does,” Mrs. B confirmed with a smile, meeting my eyes. “Come here, Veronica. Let me lick you again.”
I hesitated, crawling toward her and groaning when her fingers slipped out of me, not sure where she wanted me, how-and then she grabbed my hips, positioning me over her face, squeezing my ass and pulling my pussy down to her mouth.
“Oh God!” I felt her tongue probing between my lips as I found myself face to face with her mound, her fingers still moving there. “Oh, Mrs. B!”
“I bet she’d like your tongue, too,” Doc suggested to me and I looked over at him sitting on the edge of the bed, watching us, slowly pumping his cock through his fist.
Mrs. B moaned when I slipped my tongue between her lips, tasting the sweet juices I’d brought to the surface during her last orgasm. It was so hard to concentrate on what I was doing while her fingers and mouth worked between my legs, driving me to distraction. I just found her clit and focused there, licking in a slow, steady rhythm, my eyes on Doc.
I couldn’t help watching him as he looked at us together, listening to our moans, our cries, our whimpers. He started slow, moving the skin up over the head of his cock as he stroked it, and then he pumped harder, so fast that his shaft was a blur and just the wet tip was visible. Then he slowed again, and sometimes he squeezed the head hard, groaning, his eyes closing for a moment.
“Oh, Mrs. B!” I felt her fingers move into me. I remembered how she had liked that and slid my fingers into her, too. She rewarded me with a moan, rocking as I started to fuck her. Her pussy made the sweetest wet sound when I did that, meeting my fingers, sucking them in deeper.
Doc’s eyes were on me, watching my tongue and hand, as he slid across the bed toward me. “Open your mouth, Ronnie.” He pressed his cock toward my lips.
I did, sucking the wet head into my mouth, groaning around his shaft as he pushed in even further. I kept my fingers in Mrs. B’s pussy, making those wet sounds. She focused right on my clit, her tongue lapping faster and faster, and I felt that dizzy feeling I got just before I couldn’t stop.
“Move your fingers.” Doc groaned when he took his cock out of my mouth. “And spread her open for me.”
I gasped, using my fingers to part Mrs. B’s fat, swollen lips, showing him the way. He slid his cock into the little gaping hole there, and she moaned against my pussy, her fingers driving deep into me. Doc grabbed her knees, pushing them back toward me as he thrust into her with a grunt, his eyes closing, face taut.
“God!” He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I was trying to lick her, still, my tongue moving over his shaft, too, where it slid between her lips. He pulled out of her, slow, and found my mouth again. I sucked greedily, licking the taste of Mrs. B off of his shaft.
“Whoa, whoa!” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back as I sucked on him. “Easy.”
I moaned, Mrs. B’s tongue just seconds from taking me over the edge, my mouth full of her juices and the taste of his pre-cum.
“Please, Doc,” I panted, my eyes half-closing with my impending orgasm. “I want you to fuck me.”
He groaned then, and I felt him shifting, moving on the bed, but I couldn’t pay attention because I was coming, Mrs. B’s tongue making the most delicious circles over my clit as I shuddered and moaned and spread for
