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  “Oh, I’m gonna come!” I buried my face in her neck. She kissed my hair again and again, her fingers never stopping, and Doc gave me the fullest, hardest thrusts I’d ever had, making me shake all over. I gasped and hissed as my orgasm hit, biting at her shoulder, my pussy clenching tight around the shaft of his cock, pulling him into me.

  “Oh fuck!” he cried, and I could actually feel his cock getting bigger inside of me, full to bursting. Mrs. B’s hand moved between my legs, pulling on his shaft. He wasn’t in me anymore, but he thrust behind me, driving me forward onto her as he came, growling and grunting as he gripped my ass.

  Mrs. B smiled at me, lifting her hand to her mouth, and I saw that it was full of Doc’s cum. She licked at the side where the white stuff was sliding down her palm and then offered it to me. Hesitant, but remembering the taste of him after he came all over my belly, I licked at her fingers. It was acidic, different from the taste of her, but the look in her eyes and the moan she gave me when I sucked it from between her fingers sent a thrill through me.

  “It’s all over my pussy,” she whispered, a light in her eyes again.

  Doc moved from behind me, coming to lie next to Mrs. B with a groan. I smiled, moving down between her legs, and she watched as I started licking the slick, white fluid pooled on her mound. Doc watched, too, incredulous, as I followed a thick strand of it between her lips, sucking her clit into my mouth.

  “Oh God!” Her hands went to my hair. I stayed there, my tongue moving back and forth against her clit, the taste of both of them in my mouth as I looked between their faces. Doc cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples, and I felt her whole body tensing, ready.

  “Yes!” She trembled with the force of it, hands clenching the comforter into her fists. I couldn’t stop licking her—I was so greedy, so hungry—but she made me, pulling me up to her. They both kissed me and then they kissed each other as I snuggled down between them. I had never felt so wanted.

  Chapter Ten

  Doc’s finger traced the outline of my lips. Behind me, Mrs. B’s breathing had become deep and even, her chest rising and falling against my back, her arm thrown over my hip. I touched my forehead to his, trying to take it in, and found that I couldn’t. It was just too much to digest all at once, and I couldn’t do anything but be there, pressed between them, feeling a little like I was flying.

  A low, growly sound caught our attention and I flushed. “My stomach.”

  “Hungry?” He moved his hand to cover my navel.

  I nodded. “Starving. We didn’t have dinner.”

  “Well we can’t have that.” He smiled. “And I’m about to die of dehydration myself. Let’s go scrounge.”

  He rolled out of bed, holding his hand out to me. I slipped out from under Mrs. B’s arm, taking his hand and letting him help me stand.

  “What about Mrs. B?” I looked back at her. She was sleeping, her hair falling over her face.

  Doc put one knee on the bed, leaning over and brushing the hair out of her eyes, kissing her cheek and talking right into her ear. “Baby... Ronnie and I are hungry. Wanna come to the kitchen and get something with us?”

  She murmured something unintelligible, rolling over to her other side, reaching back and pulling the comforter with her. He smiled and tucked it around her, kissing her hair.

  “Guess not.” He grabbed his boxer briefs from a pile of clothes and tugged them on. He noticed me standing there with my arms crossed over my chest. I was a little cold, and a lot shy now, all of a sudden.

  “Here you go.” He smiled and picked his t-shirt up off the floor, tossing it to me. I followed him out the door, pulling the dark material over my head. It hung to mid-thigh on me, and it smelled like him.

  Mrs. B always left the light over the stove on so we could see our way to the kitchen. Doc opened the fridge, grabbing the milk carton and drinking straight from it. I made a face and snorted when his eyes skipped to mine. He lowered the carton, grinning as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

  “Sorry,” he apologized, putting it back and grabbing a glass out of the cupboard.

  I just rolled my eyes and said, “Ew,” opening the fridge back up. My stomach was really making noise now. Doc was standing at the sink with the water running, just drinking glass after glass. He was swallowing continuously but the angle of the glass made it come so fast his mouth couldn’t contain it all and it dribbled out the sides.

  “Thirsty?” I teased him, finding a ripe peach in the fruit basket next to the fridge and taking a bite while I rummaged. It was juicier than I expected and I tried to catch it before it ran down my chin onto Doc’s shirt.

  “Hungry?” Doc teased back, putting his glass back down on the counter and burping loudly.

  “Ew!” I said again through a mouthful of peach flesh, rolling my eyes. “Gross!”

  He chuckled as the peach juice filled my cupped hand and he tore off a paper towel, handing it to me. I reached for it, but he pulled his hand back with a grin.

  “Hey!” I swallowed my next bite of peach. I couldn’t stop eating it. My stomach was protesting too loudly. “Gimme that.”

  “Come get it.” He held it above his head.

  “Doc!” I reached for it, but he was much too tall for me. I jumped once, trying to grab it and he laughed, keeping it just high enough that I couldn’t quite get it.

  “You’re enjoying this!” I made a face at him.

  He laughed again. “Hell yeah, I am.”

  Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me close, his mouth covering mine. It felt strange, standing in the kitchen and kissing this way with Mrs. B sleeping upstairs. He licked at my lips, my chin, my neck where all the peach juice had spread.

  “Doc…”

  His mouth reached the hollow of my throat, lapping at the sweetness there.

  “Hmm?” His tongue was dipping below the neckline of the t-shirt, his hands lifting it in back.

  “I’m still hungry,” I protested with a laugh, pushing at him with one hand, my other still holding the dripping peach.

  He groaned, looking at me and licking his lips. “Me, too. And you’re sweet.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please!”

  Smiling, he reached around me and opened the fridge while I devoured the rest of the peach. He started pulling things out.

  “Gotta have some protein.” He put lunchmeat and cheese onto the counter. “Keep your energy up.”

  “Ha.” I snorted, tossing the peach pit in the garbage under the sink and washing my hands. “Very funny.”

  “Ok, then, gotta keep my energy up.” He looked back at me with a grin as I wiped my face and neck with a wet paper towel. “I’ve got two beautiful women in my bed now.”

  I flushed and was glad that the stove light wasn’t too bright. “I’m still hungry.”

  “Well, eat!” He waved his hand at the spread on the counter.

  I grabbed a slice of ham and a slice of cheese, rolling them together. Doc was making some sort of sandwich, stacking piles of lunchmeat and cheese on bread as I watched.

  “Who are you—Dagwood?” I laughed, finishing my first ham and cheese roll-up and making another.

  “You’re too young to remember Dagwood.” He was squirting mustard on the mess.

  I smiled. “Yeah, it’s an ancient history reference.”

  He groaned. “Thanks. I’ll have you know, I’m too young to remember Dagwood.”

  “Age is a matter of mind,” I quipped, finishing my second ham and cheese roll. “I don’t mind, so it doesn’t matter.”

  He looked over at me, smiling but there was something else there, and then asked casually, “Are you ok?”

  The question stopped me. I didn’t know how to answer—I didn’t know the answer.

  “I think so.” I filled a glass with milk and took a long drink. He bit into his sandwich, still standing at the counter, just watching me.

  “If you’re not, will you tell me?” He swallowed. I noticed some mustard at the corner
of his mouth. Somehow his question made me feel warm and soft in the middle.

  “Yeah.” I nodded, reaching out and touching the dab of mustard with my finger. “You’ve got something—”

  He caught my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist. I smiled, and he kissed up a little higher, and higher still, his eyes on mine.

  “Who are you, now—Gomez?” I laughed as he set his sandwich down and kissed fast up to my elbow.

  “Tish!” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You spoke French!”

  I giggled as he kissed higher up my arm, over my shoulder.

  “No, I didn’t!” I felt his lips on my neck. His hands slipped behind me, moving under my shirt.

  “I still can’t resist you.” He kissed me, tasting like mustard and bologna on rye and I put my arms around his neck, stretching up on tiptoe to press myself against him. His fingers gripped my ass, pulling me up to him as our mouths slanted together, his tongue moving with mine.

  “Now, I’m hungry.” His voice was low as he kissed his way back down my neck, lifting my t-shirt, and I let him pull it off over my head.

  “God you’re something.” He looked at me for a moment, shaking his head a little and smiling. The he grabbed my bottom and lifted me, squealing, to the opposite counter, setting me up on it.

  “What are you doing?” I smiled, my eyes dipping down past the top elastic band of his boxer-briefs and seeing the bulge there. It made something in my belly tighten.

  “I told you.” He sank to his knees on the tile in front of me. “I’m hungry.”

  “Doc…” My hand moved through his hair as his palms spread my thighs. “We can’t—”

  He pulled me forward, hooking my legs over his shoulders, breathing me in.

  “Spread it for me.” His breath was hot against my mound. Biting my lip, I did as I was told, reaching down and opening my lips with two fingers. He made an “mmm” sound and looked up at me.

  “Show me,” he said. “Play with your pussy.”

  I slipped my finger over to my clit, rubbing it a little, pressing the hood up and down, back and forth. It was only a few moments before everything there began to tingle and I was making a soft “mmm” sound, too.

  “Do you finger yourself?” His eyes following the path of my fingers through my lips and back up to my clit.

  “Sometimes.” I put my feet up on his shoulders, giving him a better view and spreading myself really wide. He groaned as he watched me slide a finger into my pussy, and then another, moving them slowly in and out and using my thumb against my clit.

  “Talented girl,” he murmured, and I saw his shoulder and arm muscles moving and knew that he was rubbing his cock. When I slid my fingers out and back up to my clit, he grabbed my wrist, sucking the juices off.

  “My turn.” He licked my swollen lips, up one side, then the other, teasing me at the top of the cleft, pulling on the skin with his tongue but not touching my clit.

  I slid my hands over my breasts, my nipples so hard they felt hot under my fingers as I rolled and tugged on them, sending sweet waves of extra pleasure down to the spot that Doc was licking with his tongue. He moved it around and around at first—fat, lazy circles that made me moan and press my feet into his shoulders.

  Then his fingers moved inside of me, twisting, searching, exploring the smooth, tight walls of my pussy. His mouth covered my clit, his tongue doing that fast flutter back and forth that I heard learned to love so much, and I wondered if Mrs. B liked it, too, or if she had told him about it. Then I couldn’t think at all anymore as turned his fingers in me, palm up, and crooked them, like he had earlier when he told me to “come here.”

  At first, there was just the pressure of his fingers, stroking there inside of me as his mouth covered my mound, his tongue working between my legs. Then it felt like I had to pee and I tried to make him stop, wiggling and squirming, but he wouldn’t let me go, he just kept on and on, harder, even, rubbing that spot deep inside me as he licked my clit.

  “Doc!” I felt something coming and I was almost scared by the intensity of it. He made a noise in his throat, his eyes on mine, nodding against me as his tongue moved faster still, his fingers inside me digging deeper, rubbing, rubbing, until I thought I would die.

  “Oh fuck!” I nearly screamed it as something let go, completely let go, and I was coming buckets, flooding him with my juices as my pussy spasmed around his fingers, trying to draw him in deeper. My clit was just a hot, throbbing button of pleasure sending waves through me until my limbs felt weak and trembling with it.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered, looking down at him, my climax still pulsing through my body. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

  I gasped when he stood, and I saw the front of him was soaked, just covered with me. I looked at him in horror, covering my mouth.

  “It’s okay.” He pulled me close and I wrapped myself around him. “That’s supposed to happen.”

  “It is?” I looked up at him, doubtful. He nodded, kissing me, and I could taste my pussy and something else, something sweet.

  “I told you I was hungry.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me in toward the bulge in his crotch. His boxers were still on and I reached down between us, feeling the lump of hard heat there.

  “Now it’s my turn?” I smiled, rubbing my hand over it.

  He groaned. “Be my guest.”

  I slid off the counter, letting him lean against it as I freed his cock, yanking his shorts down and tossing them aside. He stood straight out, pulsing slightly in my hand, and I slid the head past my lips, running my tongue all around it like I’d seen Mrs. B do. His cock was big and hard to get down my throat, but I tried, swallowing more of it every time I went down on him again.

  By the time I was taking a little more than half of him into my mouth, he was breathing harder, his hands were in my hair, and he moaned a little, his eyes closed, his head back. Remembering Mrs. B sucking his balls earlier that night, I reached under and cupped them, rolling them gently in my hands.

  “Oh God yeah!” He groaned and I saw his eyes roll back a little as he took a long, deep breath. “You are such a sweet little cock sucker.”

  The praise and the dirty words went through me like white heat, making my pussy buzz. I sucked harder then, wanting to please him, hear him moan louder, and was rewarded when he grabbed my hair, pulling me off his cock. It made a fat “pop” as it came out, my saliva still dripping from the end.

  “I want to fuck you!” he growled and I nodded, standing, my hand reaching for his cock again, wanting it.

  “Where?” I looked around.

  “Right fucking here!” He turned me and pressed my belly into the counter.

  I didn’t have time to think as he parted my lips with the fat head of his cock from behind, forcing his way through my wet flesh. I gripped the edge of the counter to keep my balance as he started to fuck me, his cock slamming into me, his fingers digging into my hips.

  “God, I love your tight little cunt!” He groaned, fucking me a little deeper, using his legs to come up into me at an angle, making me squeal. The sound of his words were like music, and it made my body sing.

  “Fuck me, Doc!” I pressed my cheek to the counter, letting him take me.

  “Say it again.” He grunted, moving his hips in small circles now, staying deep, rubbing the swollen head of his cock somewhere in my depths.

  “Oh God!” I cried, going up on my tiptoes, spreading as wide as I could to take him and still wanting more. “Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me, hard!”

  “Good girl!” he growled, and he did fuck me harder, and I didn’t even know he could, his cock pistoning into my pussy, his pelvis slapping fast against my ass, making my breath hitch.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I cried, over and over, feeling him filling me, stretching me open, his cock spearing into my slick, aching tunnel and still I held on, squeezing him, wanting more, wanting it to go on and on.

  “Come on, baby.” He reached under and found my clit, maki
ng me whimper. “Do it for me, Ronnie.”

  “Oh Doc!” I moaned, not able to stand against it, his fingers working me, his cock impaling me, I was lost, and I came hard, shuddering with the force of it, feeling my belly quiver and tremble against the smooth, cool counter underneath me. He rode it with me, my pussy squeezing him, threatening to swallow his shaft, until I gasped and panted under him.

  “Now…” He eased me up and back, still inside of me. “I want you to swallow it all like a good hungry little girl.”

  I turned and sank to my knees, sucking and licking all my juices off his cock. It wasn’t long, a few hard thrusts deep into my throat, and he shuddered and filled my mouth with his cum. There was so much of it I thought I would choke, and I couldn’t do anything but swallow and swallow, my eyes and throat burning with the intensity of it.

  He slid out of my mouth, still wet, and sank to his knees, too, rocking me, murmuring something I couldn’t quite hear because my ears were still ringing.

  “Still hungry?” he asked after a moment.

  I laughed and looked up at him, sliding my hand between his legs and squeezing his softening cock.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Eleven

  I woke up stretched out naked on my tummy in the Baumgartner’s bed, the early morning light streaming in the window. I smelled coffee and heard the shower running and saw a pillow on either side of me where they had slept. I stretched, flushing when I remembered last night—not just our midnight snack, but later, coming to bed with Mrs. B, the way they pressed me between them when they kissed.

  I couldn’t count how many times I had woken up to feel his hand or hers between my legs or cupping my breast. Once it was his cock pressed between my cheeks from behind while Mrs. B held my leg up so he could fuck me, slow and easy. I felt dazed and sleepy, but I remembered coming while Mrs. B rubbed my clit and sucked my nipples.

  I sat up and glanced in the vanity mirror, my hair a dark bed-head cloud. I smoothed it, rubbing my eyes, and stood, grabbing onto the edge of the bed. My thighs were sore, and between my legs was a little sore, too. How many times did we—? I touched myself down there, feeling the slickness of my juices and Doc’s cum. How many times did he—? I lifted it to my fingers, smelling it, and then licked it. It was a taste I was growing to like.