around it like I’d seen Mrs. B do. His cock was big and hard to get down my throat, but I tried, swallowing more of it every time I went down on him again.
By the time I was taking a little more than half of him into my mouth, he was breathing harder, his hands were in my hair, and he moaned a little, his eyes closed, his head back. Remembering Mrs. B sucking his balls earlier that night, I reached under and cupped them, rolling them gently in my hands.
“Oh God yeah!” He groaned and I saw his eyes roll back a little as he took a long, deep breath. “You are such a sweet little cock sucker.”
The praise and the dirty words went through me like white heat, making my pussy buzz. I sucked harder then, wanting to please him, hear him moan louder, and was rewarded when he grabbed my hair, pulling me off his cock. It made a fat “pop” as it came out, my saliva still dripping from the end.
“I want to fuck you!” he growled and I nodded, standing, my hand reaching for his cock again, wanting it.
“Where?” I looked around.
“Right fucking here!” He turned me and pressed my belly into the counter.
I didn’t have time to think as he parted my lips with the fat head of his cock from behind, forcing his way through my wet flesh. I gripped the edge of the counter to keep my balance as he started to fuck me, his cock slamming into me, his fingers digging into my hips.
“God, I love your tight little cunt!” He groaned, fucking me a little deeper, using his legs to come up into me at an angle, making me squeal. The sound of his words were like music, and it made my body sing.
“Fuck me, Doc!” I pressed my cheek to the counter, letting him take me.
“Say it again.” He grunted, moving his hips in small circles now, staying deep, rubbing the swollen head of his cock somewhere in my depths.
“Oh God!” I cried, going up on my tiptoes, spreading as wide as I could to take him and still wanting more. “Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me, hard!”
“Good girl!” he growled, and he did fuck me harder, and I didn’t even know he could, his cock pistoning into my pussy, his pelvis slapping fast against my ass, making my breath hitch.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I cried, over and over, feeling him filling me, stretching me open, his cock spearing into my slick, aching tunnel and still I held on, squeezing him, wanting more, wanting it to go on and on.
“Come on, baby.” He reached under and found my clit, making me whimper. “Do it for me, Ronnie.”
“Oh Doc!” I moaned, not able to stand against it, his fingers working me, his cock impaling me, I was lost, and I came hard, shuddering with the force of it, feeling my belly quiver and tremble against the smooth, cool counter underneath me. He rode it with me, my pussy squeezing him, threatening to swallow his shaft, until I gasped and panted under him.
“Now…” He eased me up and back, still inside of me. “I want you to swallow it all like a good hungry little girl.”
I turned and sank to my knees, sucking and licking all my juices off his cock. It wasn’t long, a few hard thrusts deep into my throat, and he shuddered and filled my mouth with his cum. There was so much of it I thought I would choke, and I couldn’t do anything but swallow and swallow, my eyes and throat burning with the intensity of it.
He slid out of my mouth, still wet, and sank to his knees, too, rocking me, murmuring something I couldn’t quite hear because my ears were still ringing.
“Still hungry?” he asked after a moment.
I laughed and looked up at him, sliding my hand between his legs and squeezing his softening cock.
“Yes.”
Chapter Eleven
I woke up stretched out naked on my tummy in the Baumgartner’s bed, the early morning light streaming in the window. I smelled coffee and heard the shower running and saw a pillow on either side of me where they had slept. I stretched, flushing when I remembered last night-not just our midnight snack, but later, coming to bed with Mrs. B, the way they pressed me between them when they kissed.
I couldn’t count how many times I had woken up to feel his hand or hers between my legs or cupping my breast. Once it was his cock pressed between my cheeks from behind while Mrs. B held my leg up so he could fuck me, slow and easy. I felt dazed and sleepy, but I remembered coming while Mrs. B rubbed my clit and sucked my nipples.
I sat up and glanced in the vanity mirror, my hair a dark bed-head cloud. I smoothed it, rubbing my eyes, and stood, grabbing onto the edge of the bed. My thighs were sore, and between my legs was a little sore, too. How many times did we-? I touched myself down there, feeling the slickness of my juices and Doc’s cum. How many times did he-? I lifted it to my fingers, smelling it, and then licked it. It was a taste I was growing to like.
Heading toward my room, I saw the bathroom door open and heard their voices. The shower was still running, and Mrs. B was talking.
“We can’t stay any longer, Doc. Christmas is just around the corner, and I know she’s got school starting up again.”
I edged toward the door, seeing the steam buildup near the ceiling.
Doc sighed. “Maybe we can come out for winter break in February?”
“Maybe.” I could see Mrs. B’s curvy form behind the clear shower curtain, her hands moving over her breasts and down her belly. “I guess we’ll see.”
“My winter break starts February twenty-first,” I volunteered from the doorway, surprised at my own candor.
Doc poked his dark, wet head around the curtain, giving me a smile. “Hey there, sleepyhead. Wanna join us?”
“I definitely need a shower.” I stepped toward him, noticing the way his eyes moved over my body as he held the curtain open for me.
“There’s our girl.” Mrs. B held out her hand to me. I stepped between them, the hot water making me wince a little as I got used to the temperature. “Sleep well?”
I flushed, remembering how many times we’d been up together during the night. “When I was sleeping… yeah.”
She smiled and I felt Doc move in closer behind me, pressing me into Mrs. B’s curves. Putting her arms around my waist, she pulled me in, rubbing her soft belly against mine. I closed my eyes at the sensation, tilting my head back a little and getting my hair wet under the showerhead.
“Want me to wash it?” Mrs. B volunteered, already pushing the shampoo button. They had those automatic dispensers in the shower.
I turned for her, facing Doc and feeling her fingers massaging my scalp. He just watched, a small smile playing on his lips, but when she tilted my head forward to do the back, I saw his cock was pointing straight at me. Even after the more than satisfying night before, the sight of it still thrilled me. I reached out and slid my hand around the head, moving my thumb over the mushroom-like tip.
“Maybe I should wash the rest of you?” Doc offered, his voice low as he pumped some soap into his hands. They had an automatic dispenser for that, too.
Mrs. B grabbed the shower massage and had me tilt my head back so she could rinse my hair. Doc’s hands moved over my neck and shoulders, his big palms rubbing and massaging. I moaned out loud, feeling an instant sense of my body relaxing under his touch. I hadn’t known any of my muscles were tight.
He massaged all the way down my arms to my fingertips and then turned me to face Mrs. B, working his thumbs and palms down my back. Mrs. B stepped in close and I leaned my head on her shoulder as Doc made his way over my hips and ass. His hands were large and firm, and I didn’t know how clean I was getting, but it felt fantastic.
Mrs. B was pressing into me, too, her breasts slippery against mine, her smooth thigh sliding between my
