legs. I let her support me, wrapping my arms around her as Doc’s hands made their way down my sore legs. The muscles there actually quivered under his fingers as he worked his way from my knees up my inner thighs.
“Turn around,” Doc said, and I did, leaning back against Mrs. B who was kissing and sucking on my neck, giving me goose bumps even in the warmth of the shower.
I watched his eyes moving down my body with his hands, soaping up my breasts, massaging them, too, tweaking my nipples and making them hard. His fingers worked over my ribcage, my waist, pressing in at my hips and pelvis, and then reached between my legs.
“Easy,” I murmured, wincing. “I’m a little sore.” I felt Mrs. B’s chuckle more than heard it as she slid her hands around me now, cupping my breasts.
“Poor Ronnie.” Doc slid his soapy fingers between my tender lips. In spite of the slight soreness, his fingers felt good, rubbing back and forth over my swollen pussy and I couldn’t help responding with a little moan. He grabbed the shower massage Mrs. B put back, turning it onto my pussy and making it pulse.
“Oh!” My head went back onto Mrs. B’s shoulder. She made a little “mmm” sound as she rolled my nipples in her fingers. Doc focused it right on my clit, the water pumping hard as he pressed it in. He moved closer, pinning me between them, his mouth finding mine, the water still rushing between my legs, making me quiver.
His cock was hard against my thigh and I grabbed it, pulling on it, and he groaned into my mouth, his tongue finding mine as he turned the shower massage even higher. That was too much, and in just a few seconds, I was gasping with my orgasm, sucking his tongue into my mouth and pumping his cock as I came, feeling Mrs. B’s full, slick, slippery body behind me as I rocked.
He turned the shower massage off, and then the water. Mrs. B held me, kissed me, her mouth soft and warm as I turned to kiss her back, my hands moving up her ribcage to her breasts. I loved the weight of them, how they burst out of my fingertips no matter how I held them.
Doc pulled the shower curtain open, grabbing a towel and drying himself off as he watched us. Mrs. B was lifting her breast for me to kiss and lick and suck and I did, making her moan and loving the sound.
“God you two are so beautiful together,” he murmured, and I glanced over at him, seeing his hand moving over his stiff cock out of the corner of my eye. Mrs. B lifted the other breast and pressed them together, pointing the nipples towards each other. I could lick them both at once that way, and I did, hearing her groan and watching her eyes close, her head go back.
I loved the sound of her pleasure and it made me want to taste her, to lick her until toes and fists curled and she shuddered under my mouth. She pulled me up to her and we kissed again, her tongue exploring, searching.
Doc pulled us out of the shower, giving us towels, and we dried each other, still stopping to kiss. Then we were belly to belly again, her leg wrapped around me, her foot hooked behind my knee, the soft cries and whimpers we made echoing the softness of our bodies rubbing together.
“Look.” Doc came to stand next to us, nudging us toward the sinks. There was a long mirror there, and we were all reflected in it, Doc behind me and Mrs. B. “Look how beautiful you two are together.”
We looked at each other in the mirror, Mrs. B and I, our eyes meeting and smiling. Doc’s hands moved down our backs, over our asses, squeezing, looking in the mirror at us and shaking his head. I think it thrilled him more than it did us, because we turned together again, kissing and touching each other while he watched.
Mrs. B spread a towel up on the counter and slid onto it, pulling me between her legs. I kissed her again and she breathed me in, her tongue flicking over the tip of mine, and I knew the motion already, knew exactly what she was suggesting and wanted. I kissed my way down over her shoulders, licking away some of the water still beaded there, and then cupped her breasts in my hands.
I couldn’t resist them on the way down and she moaned when I pressed them together, just like she had, making the nipples touch so I could lick them both. Doc watched, leaning back against the counter, his cock hard in his fist and I smiled over at him in mid-lick and then sucked both of her nipples into my mouth.
“Oh!” she cried, going back onto her elbows.
I followed, my pussy rubbing against hers as I stretched out and leaned over her, my tongue working back and forth over the thick, firm flesh of her nipples. I couldn’t help rocking against her, my pussy filled with that ache again, but it was all the wrong angle, just a tease, our smooth lips rubbing, the swell of our thighs in the way.
“Try this,” Doc murmured, seeing my frustration, lifting my leg and putting it onto the counter over Mrs. B’s thigh. That was a little better, and I could wiggle and mash my lips more fully with hers, but I couldn’t reach her breasts from this angle. She took over where I left off, rolling her nipples as I made circles over her pussy with mine. It still wasn’t quite good enough-my clit was aching for more.
The bathroom counter was big, but I wasn’t sure if it was wide enough for both of us. That’s what I wanted- to be up on top of her. Doc moved in behind me, helping me, lifting my leg, hers, pushing us onto the counter, so Mrs. B leaned back against the mirror. Then I knelt over her, one thigh between hers, the other hooked over her hip, the soft flesh of our pussies sliding over each other.
“Oh yes!” Mrs. B’s gaze moved first to Doc, who held me, making sure I wouldn’t fall, then to me, her eyes starting to close with the sensation.
She reached down and spread her lips open, mine too, her fingers pushing and prodding at our flesh until our clits kissed as I rocked on her. I felt faint the moment my little bud touched hers, gasping out loud and feeling myself go weak. Doc held me, urging me, rocking me, and I kept going, seeing our reflection in the mirror.
His hand went to my nipples, and mine went to hers, tweaking, rolling, pulling, sending sweet waves down to where we were rubbing together. I ground my hips round and round, smearing our juices over the pink flesh between our lips. The folds of her pussy were swelling and so were mine as I rubbed our creases together, moaning and rocking and lost in the pleasure of it.
It was like riding a slow cresting wave, surfing it higher and higher as the sensation rose, making us both breathless. There was no hurrying it, no fast solution, just that gentle rubbing of our flesh, the friction building at its own slow, sweet pace.
Doc’s hand moved over his cock. I felt it against my hip, but I couldn’t even look. I bit my lip, watching her face as Mrs. B got there moments before I did, her orgasm trembling through her. The most amazing thing, the most wondrous and glorious thing, was feeling the flutter of her pussy against mine, clenching and releasing as she came, bucking and grinding up against me.
“Yes!” I groaned, rolling, rocking, sending myself right after her, my pussy spasming in delicious, shuddering waves, making me weak again. Doc grabbed onto me, holding my trembling shoulders as I moaned and shook with the force of it. He turned my face and kissed me, then, sucking my tongue into his mouth, his fingers slipping between our lips, rubbing through our wetness. He made me shiver when he brushed my still-pulsing clit.
“Which one of us do you want?” Mrs. B smiled up at him.
“Both of you.” He helped me down off of Mrs. B. I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me and I leaned forward onto the towel on the counter between Mrs. B’s legs, still panting. “At once, preferably.”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Greedy Doc.”
I found myself looking at Mrs. B’s pussy, glistening now with our juices, as Doc grabbed my hips.
“Or maybe just Ronnie.” He moved his fingers through my slit. I gasped when his fingers found me. “Bent over a different counter this time.”
“Easy!” I winced when his cock found me, following the path his fingers had taken through my slick, swollen folds. “Please, Doc.”
“Promise.” He groaned when he moved forward and up, one hand moving around to my belly, the other massaging my ass.
He went slow, giving me easy half-strokes, rocking me forward toward Mrs. B. I rested my cheek on her thigh as he fucked me and she stroked my hair, still wet from the shower. The hand on my belly moved a little lower, massaging as it went, his fingers finally reaching the top of my slit, moving the swell of my lips against my clit with the motion. It made me tingle.
“Do you like that tight little nineteen-year-old cunt, Doc?” Mrs. B asked and I felt my ass and pussy clench at her words.
He groaned, his fingers slipping further between my cleft, finding my clit, making me gasp.
“So tight and sweet.” She stroked my hair. I looked up at her and saw that she was smiling down at me. “You have a beautiful cunt, baby.”
Doc thrust harder now, but I didn’t complain because his fingers rubbed me, the sensation almost too much
