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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?”

  He groaned, moving faster, driving deeper, and I felt myself edging near a point of no return. My fingers wouldn’t stop moving against the tender bud of my clit, making delicious circles there, and my nipples were hard and poking straight out. I used my other hand to tweak them, first one, then the other.

  “Ahhhh God!” I saw him thrust even faster, pumping in and out of her now. “I’m gonna come!”

  “Come all over me!” She groaned as he pulled out. I saw her fingers working her pussy, round and round, just like me. His cock throbbed and twitched, sending huge jets of his cum over her bare, swollen mound. A thick, white cascade of it slipped between her lips and ran down toward the mattress.

  I stared at that flood of cum and wondered how it would taste, mixed with all her tangy juices. I trembled all over, feeling my orgasm taking me, shuddering through me with a force that threatened to buckle my knees. Lifting my fingers to my mouth and sucking on them, I moved quickly away from the door, heading for the bathroom.

  When I locked the door and started running the water in the tub, I took off my robe and stood in front of the mirror, wondering what Doc had meant when he said, “Do you think she’ll do it?” Of course he meant me. What did he want me to do? Was it—could it possibly be—all of the naughty things I was thinking?

  I closed my eyes, remembering how he grabbed her, held her, pressed her, fucked her. It made me flush and my breath came quicker. I met my own eyes in the mirror when I opened them, realizing that whatever “it” was, Mrs. B was probably right. I was going to do it.

  Chapter Four

  “How’d you sleep, Ronnie?” Doc came into the kitchen wearing just a pair of swim trunks, and I noticed how tanned and broad his back was as he bent down to look into the fridge.

  “Good,” I replied over my cup of coffee. Janie and Henry chewed mouthfuls of Cocoa Crispies and Fruity Pebbles, each reading their respective boxes with a measure of concentration I only saw when they stared at the TV. “How about you?”

  “Great.” He shut the fridge and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing a banana off the counter. “Hey, you want one of these?”

  I stared at the banana in his hand and then met his eyes, swallowing and nodding. “Sure.”

  He sat next to me at the table, ruffling Henry’s hair and tugging at Janie’s ponytail as he sat down. They both mumbled some semblance of “Morning Dad,” before going back to their cereal trance.

  “Where’s Mrs. B?” I took the banana from him and ignored the tingling feeling I got when his hand brushed mine.

  “Getting her suit on.” He took a big bite of his banana and chewed. “We’re going for a swim. You kids want to come?”

  Henry looked up from his cereal box and then over to Janie. “Okay.”

  At least I knew they were actually paying attention to the conversation. “Well, I guess that means I’m coming, too.”

  “You can get some more sun.” He took another bite as he watched me peel my banana.

  “Yep.” I bit the inside of my cheek, avoiding his eyes, but I felt them on
me. I deliberately slipped the top of the banana between my lips, licking the tip and glancing at him before taking a small bite. I heard his breath catch and tried not to smile.

  “You guys coming swimming?” Mrs. B came into the kitchen in a white bikini, different from the one she’d been wearing the day before. This one covered a little more—but not much. I saw Doc’s eyes sweep over her.

  “Can I wear my Spiderman suit?” Henry put his bowl in the sink.

  “Did you hang it up to dry?” Mrs. B turned to pour herself some coffee. Her suit was a thong, and I saw her round, tanned behind, completely exposed.

  “I’ll go look.” He ran toward the stairs. Janie put her bowl into his in the sink with a sigh and trudged after him.

  “Are you coming, Veronica?” Mrs. B sat next to her husband in the seat Henry had vacated. I nodded, taking another slow, deliberate bite of banana, my eyes shifting back over to Doc. He was definitely watching me. I chewed slowly and swallowed, feeling a slow heat spreading through my middle.

  “Do you want to borrow one of my suits?” She poured cream, the white fluid turning the dark liquid a smooth tan—almost the color of her skin. “I noticed yours was still in the sink. I hung it, but I don’t think it’s dry yet.”

  “Oh!” I flushed. “I forgot it. I’m sorry.”

  “That’s okay.” She glanced over at Doc and gave him a smile. “Come on upstairs. I’ll get you one of mine. Will you take the kids out when they’re ready, babe?”

  Doc leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “Will do.”

  I put my half-eaten banana on the table, following Mrs. B upstairs. I felt Doc’s eyes on us as we left the room, Mrs. B in her micro-bikini and me in my boy shorts and t-shirt.

  “What color do you want?” She tossed suits out of her drawer. I stared at the selection piling up on the bed. She sat on the edge, sifting through them. “Oh, here’s a good one. It’s adjustable. Don’t want you falling out.” She winked at me, holding it up. It was a light orange color and to me it looked awfully small.

  “Let’s try it on.” She tossed it to me. I turned my back, even though I knew she could see me in the mirror, and pulled off my shirt. The cups were large for me, of course—she was probably twice my size in that department—but it tied up top and in back, closing the gap.

  “Here.” She watched me struggle with the ties. “Let me.” Her fingers moved lightly down my shoulder blades as she tied the strings in back. I held my long dark hair up and out of her way while she tied the ones around my neck.

  “Not bad.” She cocked her head and looked at me in the mirror. “What do you think?”

  I turned a little, staring at my reflection. “I like it.”

  “Well, let’s try the bottoms.” She held them up.

  I hooked my thumbs in my boy shorts, pulling them down over my slim hips. I saw her watching me in the mirror, looking between my thighs. I took the bikini bottoms from her, balancing on one foot as I stepped into the leg holes, which were just a configuration of strings, really, attached to a small orange patch of material. Her hips were obviously wider than mine, because the ties on the sides needed to be re-tightened.

  “Here.” She saw me working on one of the knots. “You keep going on that one. I’ll see if I can get this one.” Kneeling on the other side of me, she began to try to fumble with the knot. I did the other side. They were very tight and hard to unfasten.

  “Damn thing!” She swore, and I noticed her long nails giving her a problem. Mine were shorter, but even I was having difficulty getting my side undone. It was coming—but slowly.

  “Oh hell!” She leaned forward and grasped the knot in her teeth. I gasped, feeling her breath against my hip, looking down and watching her pull at the string, jerking her head as she tried to get it loose.

  “Got it!” She grinned up at me and laughed. “Sometimes you have to get creative.”

  I smiled as she tied the string tighter around my hip. I finally unloosened mine and did the other side, adjusting the tiny orange triangle between my legs. The back was a thong, just a thin string that ran up between my cheeks. Mrs. B stayed on her knees, studying the orange material, and she began to pull it, first left, then right, frowning.

  “Sweetie, I think we’re going to have to do something about this.” She bit her lip and tried again, this time right, then left.

  “Look.” She pointed to the mirror and I went to stand in front of it. “You’ve got just a little too much hair down there to wear it out, don’t you think?”

  I could see what she’d been doing now, with all her tugging. There was a line of dark, curly hair showing on one side or the other of the small stretch of material, no matter how you positioned it. It also showed a fine line of hair along the top edge, although I could pull it up to cover that.

  “I guess I can’t wear it.” I sighed.

  “Sure you can.” She came up behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She turned me, pushing me gently toward the bedroom door. “Come on, we’ll fix it.”

  She guided me into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind us. I heard the kids downstairs, and Doc’s voice floating above them. Mrs. B took a towel out of the linen closet and spread it on the long counter which connected the twin sinks. There was a large mirror behind it and I glanced at my reflection. I liked the color on me, the way it made my just-starting-to-tan skin look a little more brown somehow.

  “Ok, take those off.” Mrs. B tugged at the string of the bikini bottoms. I opened my mouth to say something, but I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just slid them down over my hips and left them sitting on the rug.

  “Hop up.” She patted the towel with a smile.

  “Um... “ I watched her put a razor and a can of shaving gel on the counter.

  “Come on.” She patted the towel again. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this hundreds of times—and when Doc does it for me, it’s always easier than if I do it myself.”

  I stared at her, sliding slowly up onto the fluffy white towel. “Doc...shaves you…down there?”

  She turned on the water in the sink to my left, both hot and cold, adjusting it. “He used to—before I started to wax. But we don’t really have time to wax you, not today. We’ll just shave you all neat and smooth, okay?”

  I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I heard the doorwall opening and closing downstairs and knew they were going out. We were alone in the house.

  “Easiest way to do this is for you to lean back a little and put your feet up on the counter,” she instructed.

  “But...” I flushed.

  Sitting the way I was, or even changing in front of her, I wasn’t completely exposed. Doing what she asked would spread everything wide open for her eyes and the thought made me dizzy.

  “It’s okay.” She put her hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently up and down. Her hands were soft, her red-tipped fingers long and slender. “We’re all girls here, right?”

  I nodded, letting her help me as she put my feet up on the edge of the counter, resting on the towel. My back was against the mirror, and it was cold, making me shiver. At least, I thought that’s what was making me tremble.

  Mrs. B knelt between my legs, and I saw her eyes roaming over me down there. She smiled up at me and reached for the shaving cream. “You have a lovely pussy, Veronica.”

  I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say to that. “Will it hurt?”

  “Not at all.” She squirted a glob of gel into her hand and spread it over the hair between my thighs. It developed quickly into a white foamy cream. Her fingers rubbed my mound gently, making me remember how she had rubbed me last night. “It’s just like shaving your legs.”

  She ran the razor under the stream of water before moving it toward my lips. I watched, fascinated, as she started at the top, working her way down toward my slit, rinsing the razor between swipes. She concentrated on what she was doing and seemed oblivious to the fact she was touching the most private, secret part of me.
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  “Open your legs a little more,” she instructed as she started to shave downward, first one side and then the other. Her fingers pushed and prodded at my pussy as she went, sending sweet waves of pleasure through me. Once in a while, her hand or her fingers would nudge my clit, sending a jolt straight up my spine.

  The water running down over my skin and onto the towel was warm and I closed my eyes for a moment, hearing the scrape of the razor, the running of the water, and Mrs. B’s steady breathing between my legs.

  I felt her breath on my thigh, even over my pussy, as she knelt there and concentrated on the work at hand. When I looked down, I saw all the dark, wiry hair which had been there since I hit puberty was now gone, leaving just a little stubble.

  “This part is trickier,” she said. “I’ve got to make it all smooth.” Rinsing the blade again and then starting at the bottom, she took the razor against the grain of the hair, working her way back up my lips and over my mound. My pussy was throbbing now, and my nipples poked out of the orange bikini top, betraying my excitement.

  I gasped when she spread me open with her fingers. “Mrs. B!”

  “I just have to run the razor along this edge here.” She pulled one of my lips taut and brought the blade up just along the inside. “I hate stray hairs, they drive me crazy. Trust me.”

  She did the other side, her wet fingers rubbing over my clit, not intentionally, but it still sent a wave of heat through me. I ached, yearning to be touched or to touch myself. I knew my lips must be swollen—they felt huge, and so did my clit. I wondered if she could tell how wet I was, even with all the water running down between my legs.

  “There!” She cocked her head and looked at her handiwork. “Lovely. You have nice big, puffy inner lips, Veronica. And your clit stands right out. It’s very pretty.”

  I felt my cheeks burning. “Mrs. B...”

  “It’s true.” She smiled, standing and rinsing the razor in the sink. “It’s unusual... you should be proud of it.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I put my legs down, closing my thighs. My pussy was wet from the shave, but it was also slick with excitement and when I squeezed my legs together, it made me feel faint. Things felt very different down there—vulnerable and exposed. I reached my hand down tentatively and gasped at how incredibly smooth my skin was now.