to bear.
“So do you, Mrs. B.” My eyes moved over the glistening folds, seeing a little pink peeking out between. I leaned in and kissed it, just a light kiss, but she moaned, rocking her hips forward a little.
I slipped my tongue into it then, sending a shudder through her, and then I was lost in her pussy, sinking into it with a moan as Doc pushed a little deeper now, his fingers still working my clit.
“Good girl,” Mrs. B murmured as I parted her fat lips with my tongue, pushing against the hood of her clit, rolling it around. She tasted a little different and I realized that it was the taste of us together, a light musky scent filling my nose as I moved my head and mouth from side to side against her flesh.
Doc slipped out of my pussy, rubbing the head along my slit, meeting his fingers at my clit. I moaned against Mrs. B’s flesh as he rocked the spongy tip there for a while, pressing it into me with his fingers. It made me suck and lap at her even more, urgent and a little wild, and she cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders.
“Oh fuck!” She grabbed my head, guiding me, smashing my lips and tongue against her clit as she came again, the spasms sending her legs straight out, trembling with the force of her orgasm.
She whispered as she loosened her grip in my hair. “Oh God… oh, baby… you have the sweetest tongue.”
I moved up her body, feeling Doc’s shaft slip from between my legs as I kissed her, the taste of her between us, filling our mouths. He nudged me from behind, his hands running down my ribcage, my hips.
“Turn around.” He twisted my pelvis with his hands, grabbing me and putting me up onto the counter in front of Mrs. B. He pressed my knees back, opening me up completely, and Mrs. B grabbed them from behind, holding them open.
“Fuck her.” Mrs. B’s words were whispered into my ear, but she was looking at Doc. “Make her cum all over that big, fat cock.”
I groaned as Doc slid back inside of me and we started rocking, Mrs. B still holding onto my knees, keeping me spread wide for him. The only sound was the wet music of my pussy being pounded and our breath, everything coming faster and faster. Mrs. B’s breasts were a full, soft cushion behind me, her body smooth against mine.
“Do you like that cock, baby?” Mrs. B whispered in my ear, sliding both hands along the insides of my thighs, squeezing them, making me moan.
“Yes!” I looked down at him disappearing into my pussy. He was sinking all the way into me, working hard, and I had forgotten that I was sore-I wasn’t sore in that moment. My pussy was on fire, throbbing and aching for more. I just couldn’t get enough.
I didn’t need any prompting this time, I met Doc’s eyes and told him, “Fuck me, Doc. Fuck me hard! I want it hard! Please! Please!”
I wanted to feel every part of him inside of me, and I clawed and clutched at his arms as he grabbed my hips and drove harder, groaning as he did, his cock swelling inside of me.
Mrs. B moaned in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Take that big cock. Let him fuck you until you cum.”
When his thumb moved over my clit, that’s just what I did, my swollen, wet pussy getting its aching release, squeezing his cock and asking for more. I moaned and gripped the strong muscles in his upper arms as I came.
“Oh hell!” He groaned.
I felt the first burst of his cum as he began to withdraw. The second wave hit my clit and sent me into orbit and I was squirming and moaning in Mrs. B’s arms. His cock surged up over my belly, filling my navel with white hot fluid that dripped back down in rivers toward my swollen pussy.
He leaned forward to kiss me and then he kissed Mrs. B and then me again like he couldn’t decide which of us he wanted to kiss more. I reached my hand down and rubbed his cum into my belly, over my mound, smiling.
“I need another bath!” I giggled.
“A tongue bath, maybe.” Mrs. B chuckled.
Doc stood, letting out a deep breath. “Well whatever we do, it better be quick. I’ve got to get Janie and Henry in an hour.”
I started. I had almost forgotten the whole reason I was in Key West with the Baumgartners in the first place. The thought of Janie and Henry made me flush. It was a fast, cold dose of reality. What are we doing? “Are you ok?” Doc lifted my chin. It was the same question he had asked me last night, and I still didn’t know the answer.
I just smiled at him and nodded.
Chapter Twelve
I started out hating Gretchen, the Super-Nanny, but what happened with Henry finally swayed me. No one could get that kid to go to sleep without a nightlight, and he was almost nine years old. Gretchen lived up to the nickname I had secretly given her when the Baumgartners and the Holmes decided to go out and leave us with all four kids.
Gretchen and I spent the whole day together talking, in between band-aids and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and while I didn’t want to like her at first, eventually I found myself warming to her. I knew I was just jealous. She was beautiful, five years older than me, had been a nanny since she was my age, and was clearly more experienced and worldly than I was in a million different ways.
We lay out on the beach together and watched the kids play in the sand. She borrowed one of Mrs. B’s bikinis, and I noticed she didn’t have any problems down there about anything showing, and I got to wondering if she was shaved. She was whiter-blonde than Mrs. B, her hair straight and long instead of curly, her eyes an unusual green.
And Gretchen had a beautiful body that I couldn’t help noticing-she was taller than me, with longer legs, fuller breasts, although more pale, I noticed, with a little satisfaction. Still, her skin was creamy and smooth and unmarked, and felt like velvet when I helped her put lotion all over her back.
I was quiet around her-but I was quiet a lot around new people. That didn’t seem to matter to her, though. She talked about everything, non-stop.
“So how long are you guys staying in the Keys?” she asked.
“Another couple days.” The thought made me sad.
“Don’t you dread going back?” She shaded her eyes, sitting up on her elbow to look at the kids. “Although if I had something to go back to, it might be more appealing. No boyfriend… not even a girlfriend.”
I swallowed hard when she winked over at me. “How about you?”
“No.” I watched her cross her ankles. Her toes were painted pink. “No boyfriend here either…”
“Sounds like we both need to get laid!”
I didn’t reply, but God, something curled in my belly when she talked like that and I sat and watched the tops of her glistening breasts rising and falling with her breath.
I wanted to tell her about the Baumgartners, but I just couldn’t bring myself to. She kept asking me lots of questions about my sex life-it seemed like that’s what she wanted to talk about, mostly.
I couldn’t answer any of her questions honestly. The last man I slept with? Doc. Had I ever been with a woman? Mrs. B! Had I ever used a vibrator? Yes. Mrs. B’s! It just seemed safer to not say anything at all.
Still, together, we had a good day, and pretty much did everything we could think of to wear the kids out, between swimming, taking them for a long walk to go get ice cream, and then playing flashlight tag on the beach before bed. I still figured they’d be up giggling and talking like I used to do on sleepovers, but Janie could barely brush her teeth because she was yawning so much and the Holmes kids were zonked out already in my bed.
Then Henry started having a fit because the little bulb in his nightlight had burnt out and all I could find were empty packages in the drawers-we were all out.
“I’ll leave the hall light on and the door cracked open,” I offered in an attempt to get him to stop wailing.
“It won’t work!” came the muffled cry from his pillow. “The monsters will come!”
I shrugged my shoulders at Gretchen, who cocked her head and pursed her lips and then headed down the stairs. I attempted to calm Henry.
