“Let’s go,” she whispered, shifting, squirming in her seat. “Drive, Gretchen.”
We left the club, my hand cupping her thigh the whole way, massaging her flesh. I’m not sure how it happened, but we ended up in the Baumgartners’ bedroom, on the Baumgartners’ bed. We’d done this before, way back when in Key West, had sex right where the Baumgartners had.
We quickly stripped down to our underwear, which didn’t take long. I just had to kick off my heels and pull off my dress. Ronnie had a few more steps-her heels, skirt, blouse, hose-but we were soon belly to belly on the Baumgartners’ bed, kissing like we’d never stopped. She rubbed my tits through my bra-she knew I loved it-making my nipples so hard they almost hurt, sending waves of heat radiating down my belly, right straight to my clit.
And I cupped my whole hand over her mound, through her panties, rubbing her until I felt her moist heat leaking through, until I could lift my fingers to my mouth and taste her juices, until she moaned and rocked her hips and begged me to lick her pussy. I loved hearing her say it.
“Lick it! Please, lick it!” she pleaded.
I didn’t disappoint her. But I wanted some too. So I slid my panties down and yanked hers off, rolling her onto her back while I straddled her face. Ronnie moaned and dove in, burying her face in my pussy, licking and sucking and drinking me in with such eager hunger, it was like she’d just discovered water in the middle of the desert. I took my time, admiring her pussy-still shaved, so very pretty-before parting it with my fingers.
It was a gorgeous pink inside, her inner lips glistening wet. I was about to make them wetter. Slipping my fingers into her, just two of them-nothing compared to Mr. Monster Porn Cock-moving them slowly in and out, establishing a rhythm that she started moving her hips to. Then and only then did I flick her clit with my tongue. That made her moan against my pussy. She had her whole tongue shoved into my cunt, drinking my juices like a hummingbird drinks nectar.
I curled my tongue around her clit, wiggling it back and forth, but not really licking. Not yet. I wanted to hear her beg again, and I knew she would. But I kept fingering her, nice and slow, in and out. I watched her juices whiten as I fucked her, frothy around my fingers. She had finally found my clit, remembering how I liked it, her mouth fastened tight, her tongue flicking back and forth. I moaned, fucking her a little faster.
“Oh Gretchen!” she gasped, pausing in her onslaught for just a moment. “Please! Lick it! Don’t tease me! Lick! Lick!”
I smiled, sliding my tongue over the hood of her clit, making sure it stayed in place-it was too sensitive to lick directly-and dialed my tongue around and around. This was more teasing. I knew what she wanted, where she wanted it, but I wanted to draw it out, make it last. I, however, wasn’t going to be able to hold out. She was tenacious, her mouth clamped onto my pussy, her tongue licking like lightning. Soft, delicious, velvet lightning. It lit up my whole body.
I shuddered with my climax, thighs taut and trembling, rolling my hips over her face, grinding my pussy against her tongue. Ronnie moaned and wrapped her arms around my hips and ass. She knew not to let me go. She knew to keep going. My tongue found that sweet spot on her clit, the one that made her whimper, her hips bucking up. I stayed there, right there, while she kept sucking on my pussy.
Ronnie’s thighs start to quiver, hips moving up and up, fucking my fingers back, and I knew she was getting close. I could tell from the way she sucked on my clit, like a little baby attached to a nipple, trying to get more, more, more. That’s when I turned my hand and slid my thumb into her asshole.
“Ahhhhhhh!” She stopped sucking my clit for only a moment to vocalize, her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers, a honeyed vise, snapping closed again and again as she climaxed. Her mouth covered my pussy, sucking and licking feverishly at my clit. That, coupled with the rhythmic tug of her asshole on my buried thumb, sent me over the edge again and I came all over her face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ronnie swore as I rolled off her onto the bed, which was soaked with her juices. Mine were running down her chin and neck. She rolled onto her belly to rub her face against the covers. I loved the thought of my cum all over the Baumgartner’s bed while they were fucking here.
“Okay?” I murmured, up on my elbow, looking at her disheveled hair, eyes closed. She was so fucking beautiful.
“Way better than that,” she croaked, cocking one eye open at me. “Oh Gretchen… you’re so good to me.”
“Remember when we raided Mrs. B’s drawers and found that big, black vibrator?” I asked, reaching down to cup my aching pussy with my palm. I’d had two orgasms, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to be fucked.
“Mmm God yeah.” A grin spread over Ronnie’s face.
“Think she’s got one here?” I hopped off the bed, going to the dresser, and started opening drawers. I found Doc’s socks and boxers in the first one, and that got me thinking about Doc’s cock. I shifted over to the other side, and found Mrs. B’s bras and panties. I started digging.
“Ah ha!” I held up a cock in triumph. It was huge and life-like-probably as big as Ronnie’s new boyfriend’s. Maybe a little bigger.
“Any more in there?” Ronnie sat up, pushing her hair out of her face.
“This is Mrs. B we’re talking about.” I scoffed. “There’s gotta be.”
I dove back in, hunting through her drawer, coming up with another dildo, this one a pink jelly vibe, cock-shaped, complete with veins and a ridged, circumcised head. Perfect. I carried the vibrators over to the bed, holding them up to show Ronnie.
“Which one?” I asked, waving them in the air, grinning.
“Oh pink!” She pointed, reaching out with grabby hands. I tossed it to her and she played with the controls at the bottom, turning it on, turning it up. “Ohhhh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”
I did the same with the real-life cock, shivering. Nice. Very nice. It would do. And it didn’t hurt to know that this particular cock had been inside of Mrs. B, that she’d fucked herself to orgasm with it. I climbed onto the bed, crawling up next to Ronnie. She already had her legs spread and she was rubbing the pink cock up and down her wet slit.
“That’s so pretty,” I said, admiring her as I turned on my vibrator. “You just wanna play together?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, biting her lip as she eased the cock inside. “Too bad we don’t have any porn.”
“We can pretend.” I laughed. “What are you picturing?”
“Ummm.”
“You can tell me.” I nudged her with my knee. We were side by side on the bed on our backs, thighs spread and touching. “It’s okay if it’s Vince.”
“It’s not Vince.” She turned her head to look at me, eyes half-closed. “I was remembering being with the Baumgartners.”
Her words thrilled me. Oh God, picturing Ronnie sandwiched between my employers. Picturing myself with them, all three of them. What I wouldn’t give for that.
“Tell me,” I urged, sliding the cock into my pussy, moaning softly at that sweet sensation of being filled. My body buzzed with the vibration.
“Gretchen…” She bit her lip, shaking her head.
“Tell me!” I insisted, starting to fuck myself, nice and slow, in and out.
“Doc,” she murmured. “Fucking me like this, on top of me. And Mrs. B sitting on my face, looking toward him.”
I moaned, pushing the huge member deeper into my pussy. I could see it. Doc kneeling up between her thighs, shoving his cock in hard, grinding his hips into hers. Leaning over to kiss his beautiful, busty wife as Ronnie licked the older woman’s pussy with eager enthusiasm.
“I want to take his cock out and suck it,” I told her. She opened her eyes in surprise. “I want to suck it and lick your juices off and shove it back in you.”
“Oh God.” Her look was pained.
“I want to slap your little clit with his cock. You like that?”