her. She cooed and kissed me, still hungry, and I moaned when I felt Doc’s hands grabbing my hips.
Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him positioned behind me, felt the fat head of his cock rubbing up and down my slick cleft. I shivered when he brushed my still-sensitive clit before sliding back up and finding my hole. He felt big as he eased in, groaning the whole way, and my pussy still fluttering a little from my climax, squeezing his cock.
“God damn!” He gripped my hips and pressed all the way in. “So tight.”
Mrs. B wiggled out from underneath me as I went to my hands and knees. She twisted, turned, moving so that she was under me again. This time we were face-to-face, her eyes on mine. Slipping a hand behind my head, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me as I felt Doc begin, pulling his cock almost all the way out before sliding back into me again.
I moaned into her mouth when he really started to fuck me hard, driving me forward against her, my little breasts quivering against hers. He spread my legs wider with his big thighs, pressing me open, thrusting his cock deep, now.
“Do you like that?” Mrs. B whispered into my ear, licking my neck.
I was breathless with it, panting, being fucked so hard. “Yes!” I arched my back. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
Mrs. B’s hands cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples, and I saw her looking past me and knew she was looking at Doc-I could feel the communication passing between them like heat.
“Tell him,” Mrs. B whispered, looking into my half-closed eyes. “Tell him how much you love him fucking you.”
I groaned, feeling a heat creeping through my chest. I was lying naked on top of Mrs. B, and Doc was pounding my pussy from behind-how could I possibly be shy? And still, the words felt like too much in my mouth, and I shook my head.
“Please,” Mrs. B murmured, reaching down and finding my clit. I groaned as she rubbed it in little baby circles, moving the fleshy hood against the tiny bud underneath.
“Oh God!” I moaned, lifting my hips for him, feeling his cock swelling inside of me, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. “Oh yes, yes,” I gasped. “I love your big cock inside of me. Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me, hard!”
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “Damn, she catches on quick!”
Mrs. B kissed me again, her tongue making circles against mine as her fingers made the same delicious shape against my clit. I couldn’t believe I was nearing that edge again, but I was. Between the pump and swell of his cock in me and the slick rub of her fingers, I couldn’t hold out against them both.
“Oh, I’m gonna come!” I buried my face in her neck. She kissed my hair again and again, her fingers never stopping, and Doc gave me the fullest, hardest thrusts I’d ever had, making me shake all over. I gasped and hissed as my orgasm hit, biting at her shoulder, my pussy clenching tight around the shaft of his cock, pulling him into me.
“Oh fuck!” he cried, and I could actually feel his cock getting bigger inside of me, full to bursting. Mrs. B’s hand moved between my legs, pulling on his shaft. He wasn’t in me anymore, but he thrust behind me, driving me forward onto her as he came, growling and grunting as he gripped my ass.
Mrs. B smiled at me, lifting her hand to her mouth, and I saw that it was full of Doc’s cum. She licked at the side where the white stuff was sliding down her palm and then offered it to me. Hesitant, but remembering the taste of him after he came all over my belly, I licked at her fingers. It was acidic, different from the taste of her, but the look in her eyes and the moan she gave me when I sucked it from between her fingers sent a thrill through me.
“It’s all over my pussy,” she whispered, a light in her eyes again.
Doc moved from behind me, coming to lie next to Mrs. B with a groan. I smiled, moving down between her legs, and she watched as I started licking the slick, white fluid pooled on her mound. Doc watched, too, incredulous, as I followed a thick strand of it between her lips, sucking her clit into my mouth.
“Oh God!” Her hands went to my hair. I stayed there, my tongue moving back and forth against her clit, the taste of both of them in my mouth as I looked between their faces. Doc cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples, and I felt her whole body tensing, ready.
“Yes!” She trembled with the force of it, hands clenching the comforter into her fists. I couldn’t stop licking her-I was so greedy, so hungry-but she made me, pulling me up to her. They both kissed me and then they kissed each other as I snuggled down between them. I had never felt so wanted.
Chapter Ten
Doc’s finger traced the outline of my lips. Behind me, Mrs. B’s breathing had become deep and even, her chest rising and falling against my back, her arm thrown over my hip. I touched my forehead to his, trying to take it in, and found that I couldn’t. It was just too much to digest all at once, and I couldn’t do anything but be there, pressed between them, feeling a little like I was flying.
A low, growly sound caught our attention and I flushed. “My stomach.”
“Hungry?” He moved his hand to cover my navel.
I nodded. “Starving. We didn’t have dinner.”
“Well we can’t have that.” He smiled. “And I’m about to die of dehydration myself. Let’s go scrounge.”
He rolled out of bed, holding his hand out to me. I slipped out from under Mrs. B’s arm, taking his hand and letting him help me stand.
“What about Mrs. B?” I looked back at her. She was sleeping, her hair falling over her face.
Doc put one knee on the bed, leaning over and brushing the hair out of her eyes, kissing her cheek and talking right into her ear. “Baby… Ronnie and I are hungry. Wanna come to the kitchen and get something with us?”
She murmured something unintelligible, rolling over to her other side, reaching back and pulling the comforter with her. He smiled and tucked it around her, kissing her hair.
“Guess not.” He grabbed his boxer briefs from a pile of clothes and tugged them on. He noticed me standing there with my arms crossed over my chest. I was a little cold, and a lot shy now, all of a sudden.
“Here you go.” He smiled and picked his t-shirt up off the floor, tossing it to me. I followed him out the door, pulling the dark material over my head. It hung to mid-thigh on me, and it smelled like him.
Mrs. B always left the light over the stove on so we could see our way to the kitchen. Doc opened the fridge, grabbing the milk carton and drinking straight from it. I made a face and snorted when his eyes skipped to mine. He lowered the carton, grinning as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
“Sorry,” he apologized, putting it back and grabbing a glass out of the cupboard.
I just rolled my eyes and said, “Ew,” opening the fridge back up. My stomach was really making noise now. Doc was standing at the sink with the water running, just drinking glass after glass. He was swallowing continuously but the angle of the glass made it come so fast his mouth couldn’t contain it all and it dribbled out the sides.
“Thirsty?” I teased him, finding a ripe peach in the fruit basket next to the fridge and taking a bite while I rummaged. It was juicier than I expected and I tried to catch it before it ran down my chin onto Doc’s shirt.
“Hungry?” Doc teased back, putting his glass back down on the counter and burping loudly.
“Ew!” I said again through a mouthful of peach flesh, rolling my eyes. “Gross!”
He chuckled as the peach juice filled my cupped hand and he tore off a paper towel, handing it to me. I reached for it, but he pulled his hand back with a grin.
“Hey!” I swallowed my next bite of peach. I couldn’t stop eating it. My stomach was protesting too loudly. “Gimme that.”
“Come get it.” He held it above his head.
“Doc!” I reached for it, but he was much too tall for me. I jumped once, trying to grab it and he laughed, keeping it just high enough that I couldn’t quite get it.
“You’re enjoying this!” I made a face at him.
