“As much as you want.” Mrs. B set the vibrator aside and kissed my mouth.
Doc groaned. “Just let me recharge my batteries first.”
I glanced down at the vibrator on the bed. “Hey… that one doesn’t need recharging.”
Mrs. B laughed, glancing at Doc. “I think we created a monster.”
I snuggled down between them, giggling, so full I felt I could simply burst.
Chapter Fifteen
I was dreaming about the dolphins, playing in the waves, riding their backs like silver bullets through the water. Their bodies were sleek and soft between my thighs and I rocked as we rode, feeling that familiar tingle. I woke up flushed, gasping, remembering the power surfing between my legs. Mrs. B’s thigh was nestled between mine, her breath warm and sweet over my face. Doc’s arm was draped over her hip.
Watching them sleep in the dimness, I felt my belly clench. We were going home today. Home felt like a dream. This, here, in bed together, felt real. I slipped slowly out from under Mrs. B’s arm, untangling myself and grabbing my clothes, pulling them quickly on. I glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn’t even six yet. I opened their door, peeking into the hallway. Janie and Henry’s doors were closed.
Going back to my bed felt too empty, and instead I went downstairs and out to the beach. It was humid, not hot yet, though. There was a slight breeze, actually enough to give me goose bumps as I spread out a blanket. The rhythmic sound of the waves was like a slow heartbeat as the sky started to lighten along the horizon.
I heard the doorwall open behind me and looked up to see Mrs. B slipping out, shutting it behind her. She smiled as she came to lie next to me wearing a white pair of shorts and a black tank top. I returned her smile and we didn’t say anything for a while, we just listened to the waves and watched the sky grow lighter by degrees.
“Home today,” I reminded us both with a sigh, rolling onto my elbow to look at her.
“Yes.” She reached her hand out and tugged at the side of my shorts. “But you got nice and brown this week, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.” I pulled them aside, showing her the white string-line from the bikini that ran along the bend of my thigh.
When I lifted my eyes, I saw hers focused there and smiled. “But that’s not all I got…” I pulled my shorts aside even more, showing her my shaved mound.
“Mmmm, no,” Mrs. B breathed, moving her hand to cover my pussy, petting it with her fingertips. “Not all…”
I closed my eyes at her touch, craving it, aching for more. I wanted to commit everything about this moment to memory-the feel of her fingernails tickling the inside of my thigh, the smell of her hair as she leaned over to kiss me, the sound of the water swelling and receding.
Breathing her in as her lips found mine, I pulled her down to me, hungry. She moaned at my response, my hands lifting her shirt, pulling it off her in a hurry, wanting to feel her full, lush body pressed to mine. I tugged my own shirt off, wiggling out of my shorts, devouring her mouth with mine as we rolled on the blanket.
I found myself on top of her as we kissed, her hands all over me, everywhere at once. I smiled as I licked and sucked at her throat, remembering how shy I had been not too long ago in her arms. Now I was eager, sucking and licking at the heavy globes of her breasts, making my way to their big, brown centers.
Mrs. B gave a deep sigh, sliding her hand down between her thighs, under the elastic band, and I felt her movements between my own legs. It sent sweet jolts of pleasure through my pussy to be bare against the fabric of her shorts while she rubbed herself underneath them, her nipples hardening against my tongue.
I wanted her pussy against mine, and I knelt between her thighs, yanking her shorts down over her hips. She gave me a dreamy smile, and I could see her fingers now, moving between her lips, rubbing back and forth over her clit. I wanted to taste her, but I wanted to feel her more. I slithered my body across hers, straddling her at an angle, so our legs made that delicious X-shape that would get our pussies as close together as possible.
“Mmmmm, God I love that.” Her fingers stayed between us, spreading us both open. She put her knees up, rocking with me as I smeared my juices over hers, the wet sound of us together competing with the pounding of the surf. Closing my eyes, I ground my hips in circles, feeling the folds of her flesh, all soft, tender pinkness, rubbing against mine.
I tried to make our clits kiss, lost in the slippery darkness of sensation, pressing my pussy faster and faster toward release. Her breath was coming more quickly and I looked down to see her pulling and tugging at her nipples. As I watched, she lifted one of her breasts towards her mouth and licked at the fat bud in the center. Her lips closed around it and sucked, pulling the whole thing into her mouth.
I cupped my own breasts, lifting them, trying, knowing my tongue wouldn’t reach. Instead, I pinched my nipples, rolling them, sending additional little shocks of pleasure down to my pelvis, where my clit was nudging hers. She was rolling like thunder under me now, moaning and meeting me with every pass.
“Are you close?” I slid my hand down, feeling the wet squelch of us together, the slickness of her lips.
“Yes, oh, God, yes!” She moaned, and I knew I wouldn’t quite make it with her, but I wanted to send her over. I slipped my hand past the entrance of her pussy, finding the tender, puckered hole of her ass. She gasped and bucked as I probed, pressing my finger into that sensitive flesh.
“Oooooo!” She howled with it, and I felt her orgasm in the muscles of her ass, trying to rhythmically push my finger back out as she twisted and rocked. I could feel myself near the edge but wanted to hang onto it, to keep feeling this high. She had never looked so beautiful as she did in that moment with my finger pressed into her ass and my pussy splayed across hers, making her come so hard she was quivering all over with it.
I wanted her, and I took her while she was still shuddering with her climax, turning and burying my face into her wet, pink flesh. She gasped and moaned and shook underneath me, but she accepted my tongue lapping and poking through her hot folds. I wiggled my pussy over her face and rocked when her mouth found my clit, sucking and tonguing me like she was going to devour my flesh.
It wasn’t long before she took me there-I was already dangling at that edge, my pussy pulsing with a full, throbbing ache. She just used her tongue centered right over my clit, a fast, steady rhythm that sent me over the edge without a chance to look back.
“Ohhhh God!” I felt that hot, delicious burst of pleasure rocking my body, pressing my pussy against her face, drowning her in my juices.
“Mmmmmm!” She still lapped at me, slow, her fingernails grazing over my swollen lips. “Let’s do that again.”
I groaned, locking my mouth back down over her slit, digging in deep with my tongue, greedy to taste more of her. She didn’t stop licking me, her fingers spreading me open, sliding inside of me, pumping in and out. It made me long for a cock to pound me as she tongued her way through my flesh.
She spread her legs wide, pulling them back, giving me more of her, and I took it, probing my fingers deep into her pussy, twisting and massaging inside, pressing her open. I could see her asshole winking at me, and I pressed there, too, with my other hand, using my index finger to probe that furrowed flesh.
Neither of us could talk, our mouths busy, our tongues lapping, but our muffled cries and moans were like two hungry kittens kneading their mother’s belly for milk, wanting more, more. Mrs. B’s finger found its way to my ass, too, and I gasped and gulped more of her as I rocked against her hand, driving her deeper.
I could feel how close she was, how close I was, and I couldn’t hold it back, as much as I wanted it to go on forever. The exquisite torture had to end, and it did, exploding between us like a dam breaking, our bodies tumbling and rolling together as we gasped and moaned and trembled with it.
Turning, finding her mouth again, we kissed, our faces full of each other, my lips sliding across her wet cheeks. We giggled together, hugging, rocking, and I realized that the sun was really coming up, now, the sky glowing orange across the horizon, and her hair reflected it, glowing golden in the morning light.
“Let’s go wake up Doc,” I whispered against her neck, licking there, my mouth still wet with her.
Mrs. B chuckled, squeezing me. “Come on.”
We pulled our clothes on, just in case we met Janie or Henry in the hallway, but the house was still quiet. I eased their door open, finding Doc snoring on his back, the covers thrown off, his cock pointing toward the ceiling.
