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  “Don’t forget here,” I murmured and she smiled, her eyes bright.

  “Mmmmmm!” She slipped a finger into my ass, making me gasp and squirm. “Let’s get your little asshole nice and clean, hm?” Doc groaned and I felt him shift, straining to see her finger probing between my cheeks, but he couldn’t from that angle.

  “Do you like that?” she breathed, her eyes on my face. Her finger was twisting, pushing a little deeper, slippery with soap and sliding easily in and out.

  “Yes.” I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on Doc’s shoulder. He turned to kiss me, sucking my tongue into his mouth as Mrs. B continued working her finger deeper and deeper into my ass.

  “Feels good doesn’t it?” Doc nuzzled my cheek.

  I met his eyes. “Will you put your cock there?”

  He let out a breath. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” I nodded, finding his mouth again.

  I didn’t know if it was the margaritas, or the heat of the shower, or the feel of her finger probing the sensitive flesh of my asshole, or perhaps the thought of Gretchen telling me how much she loved it... maybe it was just that this was our last night here, and I wanted to give them something special.

  I whispered it against his mouth, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

  The kiss broke as he lowered me slowly to my feet. My legs were tingly and a little numb and I clung to Mrs. B as she used the shower massage to rinse me off. We towel dried quickly and found our way into their bed, tumbling together, me between the two of them.

  I kissed Mrs. B down to the bed, like she had me last night, spreading her thighs with mine, cupping her breasts in my hands. My baby-soft, smooth pussy rubbed up against hers and I shifted my hips from side to side, using my lips to spread hers lips, mashing our flesh together as we kissed.

  Glancing over at Doc, seeing his cock in his hand, I groaned, resting my head against the soft pillow of Mrs. B’s breasts.

  “Are you sure?” Mrs. B stroked my hair.

  I nodded, seeing the fire in Doc’s eyes. “Yes. Come on, Doc.”

  He leaned over and opened the night table drawer, pulling out the white tube he’d used with Mrs. B and opening the cap. Mrs. B’s fingers found my nipples, rolling, tugging, twisting, making me gasp as I watched him spread a generous amount of clear fluid over his cock.

  Then he came to kneel between my thighs, his slick fingers gripping my ass, steadying me. I gasped when I felt him squirt something cold right against the tight, puckered hole of my ass. Mrs. B kissed my cheek, still thumbing my nipples, strumming them, making my pussy hum.

  “Just my fingers,” Doc murmured, probing.

  My eyes flew open wide and Mrs. B cooed into my ear. “Shhh, it’s ok.”

  His finger was much larger and thicker than hers as it slid slowly in. I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes, feeling the stretch and a little burn as he put another one in.

  “Oh God!” I groaned, burying my face against Mrs. B’s neck.

  “You’re so tense.” She nuzzled me. “Relax...feel his fingers spreading you open...”

  I was feeling it, and they seemed impossibly huge. I couldn’t imagine how big his cock was going to feel and I was dreading it. Mrs. B’s hands slid down over my ribcage, stroking the sides of my hips.

  “Relax,” she whispered. “Open up your bottom...”

  I sighed, drew a shaky breath, and tried. His fingers were working slowly in and out, around and around, twisting inside that tight band of flesh, spreading me open.

  “Good, Ronnie,” Doc murmured and I felt him go deeper. “That’s it... let me in.”

  Mrs. B slid her hand between my legs, cupping my mound. I sighed as her fingers started rubbing, making easy circles against my clit. It was a nice distraction from Doc’s tight stretch into my ass.

  “Are you ready?” Doc slid his fingers out.

  I groaned, bracing myself, clenching my eyes closed tight. “Okay.”

  “No, sweetie.” Mrs. B lifted my chin and made me look at her. The fingers between my legs didn’t stop, stroking and petting my little clit, making me shiver.

  “You have to be open.” She traced my lips with her finger, kissing me. “Look into my eyes... stay right here with me... okay?”

  I nodded, gasping when Doc shifted his weight, and I felt something huge—enormous!—pressing against my asshole. I clenched it, without thinking, biting my lip, feeling the fluted skin there squeezing around the very tip of his cock.

  “It’s okay.” Mrs. B rubbed my clit a little faster now. I shook my head, but my eyes never left hers. “This is the hardest part, remember?”

  “I’ll go slow.” Doc’s hands were petting my ass, then opening it, spreading it for the head of his cock. I squirmed, feeling the push forward, the stretch of my flesh, that hot, crinkled hole resisting him. He petted me some more, murmuring, “Easy, easy...”

  “Oh God—wait!” I moaned, feeling him give a little shove against that tender cleft, pushing into the taut band of muscle that wanted him out, out! “Please, God, wait!”

  “Look at me,” Mrs. B whispered. My jaw was clenched, my hands fists against the comforter on either side of her. Her eyes searched mine, and she said, “You want to push him out?”

  I nodded, gasping. “Yes!”

  “Then do it,” she said. I gave her a puzzled look, frowning.

  “Go ahead. Push,” she urged, and I groaned, straining a little at the force seeking entrance to that tiny passageway.

  Doc gasped, his hips moving forward, and I felt him slip further inside, the heat and swell of him incredible.

  “Do it again.” Mrs. B fingered my clit, my pussy trembling under her hand. “Push him out.”

  I groaned, using my muscles there to try to expel him, but the moment he shifted forward, I felt him slide into me. There was a little “pop” as his cock head slid under that ring of muscle that wanted to resist him.

  I strained, gasping, realizing that the more I pushed, the deeper he could get. We struggled that way for a moment, Doc leaning into me, me pushing back at him, until I felt him pull me hard into the saddle of his hips, making me gasp.

  “Good girl,” Mrs. B murmured as I panted against her neck.

  “Is there more?” I groaned, looking back at him.

  He shook his head. “You’ve got it all, sweetie.”

  “Now comes the fun part.” She kissed my sweaty neck. “Remember?”

  Doc began to move inside of me, pulling out and pressing in. Mrs. B worked her fingers over my clit as my ass relaxed a little, feeling the thrust and shift of him as he began to fuck me. It was a slow ride at first, and I began to let go, my hands unclenching, my belly and thighs still quivering with their effort “That’s it.” She used her other hand to cup my breast, her palm rubbing over my nipple. “Let him fuck you. Let him take you.”

  Her fingers were focused now, circling the hood of my clit through all the wetness, thumbing my nipple, making me rock and moan with pleasure. The cock in my ass moved easily now, that tight band of muscle still pulling and pushing with every thrust, but I wasn’t doing it anymore. I was just letting it go.

  “Does that feel good?” Mrs. B asked. “Do you like that big cock filling your little asshole?”

  I groaned, not answering, still not sure. It was so big, and I felt so full...

  “Do you want me to lick your little pussy while he fucks your ass?” She tugged on my clit, grazing it with her fingernail.

  “Oh God!” I moaned, looking at her. “Yes... yes...”

  She smiled, shifting out from underneath me. “Turn her over, Doc.”

  “No!” I panicked. I knew I couldn’t take him into me again, I just couldn’t, but he was turning me, rolling me to my back, his cock going balls deep as he brought my legs up, making me gasp at the sensation. Mrs. B was over by the dresser, and I saw with wide eyes that she had her black vibrator in her hand.

  “See?” Mrs. B climbed on top of me, her pussy over my face as she leaned in to l
ick my clit. “Not so bad...”

  Mrs. B was soaking wet, her lips thick and fat and swollen as I parted them with my tongue. She rocked her hips, groaning, her fingers slipping into me as her mouth covered my mound. Her tongue was soft and lapping at me as Doc pressed my legs back further, his cock never stopping, shoving into me deeper now, so deep I wondered where he was inside of me, the tip of his cock lost in my belly somewhere.

  “Ohhhhhh, Mrs. B!” I cried when she twisted and turned that big, hard cock at the entrance of my pussy, slipping the head in. It was tight, Doc’s shaft already filling my ass, but she pressed on, sliding the black length into my pink heat—and then turning it on.

  “Oh God!” I groaned, being fucking by two cocks now, one in my pussy, the other in my ass, both of them moving in unison, stretching me wide.

  “Now that’s filled,” Mrs. B murmured before she found my clit again with her tongue.

  “Jesus.” Doc’s grip tighten on my ankles, shoving my legs back as Mrs. B fucked me with that humming black cock. I realized that he must feel it, too, that deep buzz in my pelvis. She fucked me, he fucked me, and I was lost, moaning, rocking, aching all over.

  “Oh yes!” I growled, bucking. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass and my cunt!”

  They both murmured something, some appreciation for my words, but I couldn’t hear them. I was lost in the buzzing heat of being fucked, two cocks filling me again and again until I thought I might pass out from the pleasure of it.

  The cock in my ass had a give and a softness, even though he was hard as a rock, that the cock in my pussy didn’t have. It was unforgiving, relentless, a dark, black buzzing heat pressing deep into my pink hole.

  “Please!” I begged, spreading, rocking, wanting more and more. “Oh I love that big cock in my ass and my cunt!”

  “Good girl... lick my pussy, sweetie.” Mrs. B wiggled her ass, rocking her pink, wet flesh against my tongue.

  Dazed, I wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her into my mouth, rubbing my whole face between her legs as I sucked on her clit. It went on and on, Mrs. B against my tongue, Doc fucking me harder and harder, grunting with the effort, the vibrator humming deep inside of me as she licked me until I was trembling.

  “Oh baby!” Mrs. B moaned, spreading wider. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum all over your face...”

  I gasped, sucking her, swallowing, my tongue working her clit until I felt her shudder against me, her moans sending deep vibrations through my pelvis. Her juices flowed down over my chin and cheeks, covering her thighs, her pussy spasming again and again.

  “Oh fuck!” Doc groaned, and I knew he was close, his cock was like steel in my ass as he pumped into my flesh. “Oh fuck, baby, I can’t stop it.”

  “Come on!” Mrs. B was still shuddering with her own climax. “Come for me, Doc!”

  He growled as Mrs. B eased him out of my ass. I moaned as she aimed him at my clit and I felt the first wave of his white heat spurting there, the vibrator still humming deep inside my pussy. He grunted and thrust into her hand, his cum making fiery, hot trails down my slit and around that humming black cock.

  Mrs. B began to lick it all up, still working the vibrator into me, fucking me as she sucked his cum off my clit. I couldn’t stand it, and I bucked beneath her, my pussy clenching that black cock tight as I came in her mouth. She was moaning and licking at me, making wet, sucking noises between my legs.

  “Oh God, oh God, Mrs. B!” I groaned as she eased the cock out of my pussy. I was still shuddering as she turned it off and rolled onto her back on the bed. She brought the vibrator up to me, putting the head against my lips. I accepted it, sucking it into my mouth as Doc groaned and settled on the other side of me.

  Doc took it in his hand, too, watching it disappear between my lips as my eyes flicked between them. They were both wearing soft, bemused smiles as they watched me lick and swallow my own juices.

  “Again?” I looked between them and they smiled, their eyes meeting over my head.

  “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 pus
sies 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.