movement against my skin. “Doc told me. He saw you.”
“Oh God.” I moaned, not sure if it was in embarrassment or pleasure.
“Shhhh.” She rubbed her lips over mine, not really a kiss, more just a caress. “It’s going to be ok.”
Her hand moved between my legs again. I whimpered. “Oh, please.”
A knock sounded at the door and we both jumped. I pulled the covers up to my chin and Mrs. B sat up on the bed.
“Come in,” I called.
The door opened, spilling light from the hallway. It was Doc, his large frame filling the doorway.
“How’re my girls?” He leaned against the door frame.
I blushed. “Okay. I’m feeling a little better. Mrs. B brought me some tea.”
He came over and sat on the other side of the bed, putting his hand on my hip. “Glad to hear it. It’s no good being sick on vacation. You’re here to have fun.”
“Yeah.” I agreed, feeling his big hand massaging my hip through the blanket. It sent tingles straight into my pelvis where my pussy was still wet and aching from Mrs. B’s massage.
“You get some rest.” He moved his fingers under my chin. “You’ll feel better tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, almost sad when he moved his hand and stood.
“Come on, Carrie.” He held out his hand. “Let’s get to bed and let her rest.”
Mrs. B stood, following her husband. “Good night.”
“Thank you,” I called as they went out, shutting the door.
I breathed a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel. I rolled over onto my belly, hugging my pillow, my pussy burning between my thighs, aching to be touched. I tried to ignore it and sleep, but the more I did, the more restless I became.
I heard Mr. and Mrs. B laughing and talking in their bedroom. I tossed and turned on the bed, trying to find a cool spot, a comfortable position.
Finally, I got up, deciding to draw a bath. Tonight was as good a night as any to try out that big Jacuzzi tub. I pulled my robe on and found my towel on the floor. It was still damp, so I hung it over the end of the bed, deciding to get a new one from the linen closet.
“That’s the taste of her pussy, baby.” I heard Mrs. B’s voice when I peeked out my door. I saw a light on in their room, coming from a crack in the door. “Go ahead, taste it.”
“Oh my God,” he murmured, and I closed my eyes, hearing a sucking sound. “You had your fingers in her?”
“Not quite,” Mrs. B said. “Almost. I was just…rubbing her ouchie tummy for her.”
Doc chuckled. “God, she tastes so good. I want to eat that sweet little cunt.”
Flushing, I pressed my hand between my legs, feeling the incredible heat there. I knew they were talking about me.
“Me first, Doc,” Mrs. B pouted. “I want to taste her, too.”
I closed my eyes, slipping a hand under the soft flap of my robe and dipping a finger between my swollen lips. Shivering when I touched my clit, I let my fingers stay there for a moment, nudging it a little.
“We can share,” Doc replied, his voice low.
I heard sucking sounds again and stepped out of my door and a little closer to theirs. The door was open just a little bit again and I could see them in the mirror. Mrs. B straddled his belly and he sucked greedily at her fingers.
Flushing, a heat spreading over my chest, I realized he was tasting my juices on her fingers. Curious, I lifted my own fingers to my mouth, sucking on them quietly. It was a musky tang that coated my throat when I swallowed. Is that what every woman tasted like? I wondered. Is that what Mrs. B tasted like? Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about it. I backed away from the door, determined to go take my bath and leave them their privacy.
“Do you really think she’ll do it?” I heard Doc ask. I stopped, closing my eyes.
“I think so,” Mrs. B replied, her voice muffled. I turned back to the door, leaning in to see her kneeling between his legs now, his cock moving in and out of her mouth.
Do what? I wondered, watching in fascination as he disappeared between her lips over and over. As she sucked him, I found myself aching to know what his cock felt like in my mouth. His hands moved in her hair, pressing her down further and further.
“God, I hope so!” He groaned as she came up on his cock, licking around the tip like an ice cream cone. My fingers found their way between my fleshy lips, searching for my aching clit and finding it. “Now that I’ve tasted that sweet little pussy, I want more.”
“You’ll have to settle for mine tonight,” she purred, moving up and straddling his face.
“You’re never settling, sweetie.”
I watched, my eyes wide, as he grabbed her hips and she began to grind, moaning. She rocked and rocked on him, her heavy breasts swaying. Her fingers found her own nipples, rolling them, her head going back, her long blonde hair brushing his chest.
My breath came fast, and I lifted my fingers up to my own nipples, squeezing and rolling them like she was. The sensation sent heat through my whole body, making my pussy buzz with delicious warmth. I wished I had three hands as I kept one tweaking my nipple and slid the other back down between my legs.
Oh God, my pussy was so wet! I wanted to come, hard and fast, but I didn’t want to stop watching them. Mrs. B trembled, calling his name and saying things I’d never heard anyone say out loud before.
“Yes!” she moaned. “Eat my cunt, baby. Oh fuck, don’t stop!”
I heard him, muffled, between her thighs, and wondered how he could possibly even breathe. His hand was between his own legs, shuttling up and down the length of his cock. I didn’t know where to look-her swaying breasts and rocking hips, or his hard, red cock, just starting to get wet at the tip.
“Ohhh God!” she cried. “I’m gonna come all over your face!”
I bit my lip, easing up on my clit just a little, or I would have come with her right then. She shuddered and leaned her palms against the wall above her head to catch herself. I noticed Doc squeezing his cock hard, groaning between her legs, and I heard her wetness, or maybe it was the sound of his mouth on her. Either way, it made me dizzy with lust.
“Oh God.” Her body shook as she climbed off of him. “You have the best tongue, Doc.”
“Is that all you want me for?” He chuckled, his hand stroking again, lazy. I nudged my clit with my finger, back and forth, as I watched him.
“No,” she purred, moving his hand out of the way and stroking him herself. “You have the best cock, too.”
“Good enough to eat?”
“Always.” She moved down and took him back into her mouth. Her body was in the way, and I couldn’t see his cock in the mirror anymore. I stretched on my tiptoes, straining to see past her bottom. It was up in the air, and I saw her lips, completely bare, just like she said they were. They were slick and glistening in the lamplight.
“Yeah, baby!” He moaned, and I saw his hand pressing her head down again. She was almost gagging on him but didn’t seem to mind. “Deeper… come on… you can do it.”
She moaned and her ass wiggled back and forth. As I watched, she slipped her hand between her legs and began to massage her smooth lips, round and round, just like she had rubbed me in the bedroom earlier.
I opened my robe a little more, bending over to look down between my legs at the dark triangle there. Making my palm flat over it, I began to rub, round and round. The sensation reminded me of her hand moving between my thighs and I leaned against the doorframe, rubbing faster as I watched.
Doc bucked up into her mouth on the bed, grunting and moaning, louder and louder. I whimpered, easing back on my rubbing a little, wanting it to last forever. I wanted to see him come again. From this angle, though, I knew I couldn’t, and from the sounds of it, he was going to fill her mouth and make her swallow it again.
Almost like he knew, suddenly he was sitting up, rolling her over onto the bed and spreading her legs apart with his thighs. I could see everything now, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down her slick slit before he slid into her, his hips rocking as he held himself above her.
“Fuck me!” she growled, and I saw her hands digging hard into his ass, pulling him deeper into her. “You like that wet cunt squeezed around you, baby?”
