And I couldn’t, it was too much-I came harder than I thought I could, violent spasms that shook my whole body, a white heat spreading through me in huge, throbbing waves. I put my arm over my eyes, panting, almost ashamed at my response. Mrs. B was kissing my shoulder and arm, and I felt Doc moving up to lie on the other side of me.
“Did you like that?” she whispered into my ear. “Didn’t it feel good to have his finger in your ass?”
I moaned, peeking out at her, and whispered, “Yes.”
“It’s ok,” she murmured. “I let him fuck my ass all the time.”
I stared at her, remembering what Gretchen had said. I love a cock in my ass.
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
She smiled. “Not if you do it right.”
I looked over at Doc and then away. “It just… seems so… wrong… dirty…”
“That’s part of what makes it fun,” Doc whispered into my ear, making me shiver.
Mrs. B was tracing circles on my belly. “It’s not, really. As long as you’re clean.”
I remembered in the bathtub, her pushing her finger into my ass.
“Does it…” I looked at her, frowning. “Does it feel good?”
She nodded. “Mmmm-hmm…God yes.” Glancing over at Doc and some sort of communication seemed to pass between them. “Want to see?”
I felt my ass clench and I shook my head. “No!”
She chuckled, leaning in and kissing my cheek. “Not you… me.”
“Oh.” I glanced down, seeing that Doc was still at half-mast and standing up even straighter as Mrs. B knelt up, moving over me, kissing me.
“What-?” I started, but her mouth stopped me, her thighs pressing mine open under hers. Doc was moving behind her, I could see him above us.
“He has to lube everything up,” she whispered against my cheek, resting her head on my shoulder. I could see that he had something in his hand, a tube, and he was squirting clear liquid into his hand.
“First he’ll put it all over his cock…” I heard something slick, like the sound of his hand moving over his shaft.
“Then, he’ll use his fingers… ohhhh…” Her body moved against mine, her back arching. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but she told me. “He’s putting his fingers in my ass, making it nice and slick.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” She shook her head against my shoulder. “Just have to relax… open up… mmmm… let him work it open with his fingers…”
“Ready, baby?” Doc murmured, and I could feel her hands tightening on my shoulders as she nodded her head.
“Yes.” She hissed and closed her eyes for a moment. “Oh God… he’s pressing the head of his cock in… that’s the hardest part… just have to… ohhhhhh God, baby.”
Doc groaned a little, his weight shifting on the bed. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“Yes,” she whispered again, loud enough for him to hear. “More… more…”
She kissed my cheek, my neck. “Ahhhh God… that’s it, baby… I can take it… the head’s almost in…” I couldn’t tell who she was talking to anymore, him or me. “Deeper… oooohhhh yeahhh… deeper… mmmmmmm.” She rocked back a little against him now, her breasts swaying against mine. “He’s in me, now… his cock is in my ass…”
I looked up at her face, the expression caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. “All the way in?”
“Almost.” She panted, groaning when he shoved into that last inch. She smiled at me, kissing me on the mouth, her tongue petting mine. I could feel him rocking her, fucking her, driving her forward onto me.
“Now comes the fun part,” she whispered into my ear, pressing her breasts to mine. “Oooo God, that’s gooood…”
She moaned and panted against my ear, rocking back against him. “Yes, baby, yes… fuck my ass!”
The sound of her words thrilled me, although I couldn’t imagine his cock where it was, stretching her open…
“Want to see?” It was like she was reading my mind. She went fully up to her hands and knees. “Go on.”
I wiggled out from under, crawling behind her as Doc grabbed her hips, pressing deep. His eyes were on me, watching me as I knelt up next to her.
“See.” She showed me, spreading her cheeks wide.
I could see his shaft reappearing as he pulled back, the head popping under that tight, wrinkled hole. The lube he had used glistened and pooled against her flesh. In spite of my hesitation and my own fear, my pussy was aching and I watched, fascinated, as he began to move through that snug channel even faster, making Mrs. B moan louder.
Sliding my hand along the back of her thigh, I found her pussy, wet and swollen. She arched her back, rocking against my hand, his cock. His balls were slapping against her flesh now and she ground her hips back into him.
“That’s it, baby!” She moaned against the bed. “Fuck that tight little asshole!”
I slid a finger into her, then two, pushing them all the way in. She gasped and panted, her breasts swaying under her, the nipples grazing their mattress. My thumb found her clit, rubbing it in circles and she cried, “Yes, oh yes!” when I started massaging it.
Kneeling up next to Doc, I watched him fuck her, his cock red and swollen, his eyes half closed, his breath coming faster and faster. I knew the sound of him growing close, now.
“I want to see you cum.” I watched him drive deeper, harder. “Please.”
He moaned, leaning in and kissing me, sucking my tongue into his mouth as he fucked her ass, that taut ring of flesh, never stopping. She was shaking, her thighs trembling, and I worked my hand faster, my fingers pressed deep into her, realizing I could actually feel his cock shoving into her through the thin membrane between the slick, smooth walls of her pussy and the humid tunnel of her ass.
“Doc!” She grunted and shoved back on him, and I knew she was coming. I knew the sound, the shudder and thrust of her, and I rubbed and rubbed her clit, sending her.
“Yeah, baby!” He groaned in response, pulling his cock out of her ass.
Without thinking, I grabbed it, pumping it in my fist over her ass. He held onto me as his hips bucked, his cum exploding over the small of her back. I pointed the head between her legs and watched as thick streams of hot, white fluid splashed over her now-gaping asshole, slipping down through her pussy lips in a rich, creamy river right down the center, aiming for her clit.
Mrs. B collapsed onto the bed, covered in his cum. I held his slick, softening cock in my hand and kissed him again.
“See?” Mrs. B murmured over her shoulder at me.
“Yes,” I whispered against Doc’s mouth with a shiver.
And I did.
Chapter Fourteen
I snuck back into my own room before it was light, so Janie and Henry wouldn’t see me coming out of their mom and dad’s room. Mrs. B pulled me back for a moment, kissing me on the mouth, putting a lazy, sleepy arm around my neck, making me want to stay.
I watched her turn and snuggle into Doc’s back as I closed the door. He was snoring. I had a twinge of guilt thinking about all of it before I drifted back off to sleep, but our Key West vacation was over tomorrow. We were flying home and returning to our normal lives. I could help wondering-was this my “new normal?”
Janie and Henry arguing woke me up-at least, that’s what I thought it was. By the time I grabbed myself a shower and went downstairs to scrounge a late breakfast, I found the Holmes’ kids playing the X-Box with the Baumgartner’s kids while Gretchen and Doc were sitting at the kitchen table. There was a box of Kleenex on it and
