“So are you.”
“Kids are gone, let’s go skinny dipping.”
She grinned and took my hand, pulling me in to the warm surf. We rolled through the waves together, hand in hand, until we got further out. She was like a sleek, brown seal diving into the water and coming up, blond hair slicked back, eyes dark and full of hunger. I knew what was happening, and part of me said we shouldn’t, but when she pulled me into her arms and kissed me for the first time, I was lost. I dissolved, her mouth so soft, so sweet, it was almost painful. My heart couldn’t take it. I breathed in the scent of sand and salt and oil as our tongues meshed, her arms going around me, hands roaming over my back, in my hair. The heat of her pussy against mine, even in the water, was incredible.
“Mrs. B… Carrie… we shouldn’t…” I gasped when we parted. “I heard what you said to Doc, about Holly. I don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that.”
“I think we can all keep a secret.” She nuzzled my neck. “It’s just for a little while. Maybe a year, until the adoption is final. And we’ll always have to be discreet, of course…”
“Did you talk to Doc about this?” I pulled back to look at her.
“Yes.” She smiled. “Now come here.”
She slipped a hand behind my head, pulling my lips to hers, our mouths slanting, tongues hot and probing. We kissed each other until I could barely stand it, until my pussy throbbed and my nipples tingled and then she was pulling me out of the water, leading me back ashore. She spread a blanket in the sand and kissed me down onto it, pulling me close so we were belly to belly. The sun was high and hot but the breeze was cool on our water-beaded skin. Our breasts touched, nipples kissing, legs entwined.
“Oh God, Gretchen, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Her lips traced the line of my collarbone and the hand at my waist slipped up over my ribs to cup my breast, her thumb grazing my hard nipple, making me moan.
“Me too,” I whispered, unable to resist, dipping my head low to bury my face in her breasts.
I pressed them together with my hands, licking the water off her skin, tasting her nipples, dark, fat coins, the skin around them dimpled. Carrie bit her lip, head thrown back, hand in my wet hair, keeping me stuck fast, but I didn’t care. I could have suffocated and drowned in her cleavage and I would have died happy. My pussy beat a rhythm between my legs, faster and faster, matching the thud of my heart.
“Give me that beautiful pussy,” she urged, cupping her hand over my mound, making me moan and rock against her. “Let me taste you.”
I let her roll me to my back, so hot for her I could barely stand it. I spread my thighs, watching her tongue snake up one, then the other, as she settled herself on the blanket between my legs. She rubbed her nose against the little bit of blond hair I’d left at the top of my cleft, breathing me in. My pussy was still beaded with water and her mouth was on fire when it covered my clit.
“Oh God, Mrs…” I stopped when her head came up and I laughed. “Sorry, Carrie… I have to get used to… Oh! Oh! Yes!”
Her tongue lapped my pussy, up and down, her soft moans making me shiver as she grabbed my hips in her hands, red painted nails digging into my ass. She held me tight, mouth secured over my pussy, eyes never leaving mine. The sound of the waves, a sweet, steady rhythm, accompanied the hot sound of her fingers, slowly sliding in and out of my wetness, moving faster, faster, as I got closer to orgasm.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whimpered, my hands in her wet hair, my clit pulsing against the velvet press of her tongue. “Oh please make me come.”
“Mmmm!” She licked me even faster, tongue like a little whirlwind, a pleasure tornado, and I cried out, my hips rising up to meet her.
“Oh now!” I cried out, an earthquake rocking me, shaking my limbs, quaking me to my core. I came and came, twisting and writhing on the blanket in the sand.
“Oh sweetheart.” Carrie kissed my thighs, my vulva, making me whimper and cover my mound with my hand. “More?”
She nudged my hand aside with her nose, licking up and down my now sopping slit.
“I want you.” I reached for her and she came to me, kissing me fully on the mouth, letting me taste myself on her tongue. I sucked at it, eager for more. I loved the taste of my own pussy, but I wanted to taste her.
“Sit on my face,” I urged. “Please.”
She smiled against my lips, slowly sitting up on me, straddling first my crotch, rubbing her mound against mine, our eyes locked. Then she worked her way up, over my belly, kneeling up until she was poised over my face, giving me a full view of her, heavy breasts and completely shaved pussy. She was all long, tawny limbs, velvet skin, with a soft, pink center. I parted her lips with my fingers, my mouth watering at the sight of her beautiful pussy, like spongy, wet coral.
“Ohhhhh Gretchen!” She moaned when I ran a finger up and down her slit.
I could smell her musk, feel the heat of her pussy on my face, her body radiating like a furnace. I took her full hips in my hands, slowly pulling her toward me, and she followed, lowering her pussy onto my face. The taste and smell of her was heady, my tongue tracing the hot maze of her cunt, searching for her clit. She cried out when I found it and I watched her cup those gorgeous, weighty breasts in her hands, pulling and twisting her nipples.
“Fuck me,” she urged, rocking her hips. “Put your fingers in.”
I stroked her slit, sweetly slick and yielding. She ground her hips onto my fingers, rubbing her pussy against my face in easy circles, eyes half closed, mouth half open, face awash with pleasure. Everything about her was carnal and my own pussy ached, wanting more and more of her. I couldn’t get enough. I fingered her, following the rhythm of her hips, the rock and roll of her body, stroking in and out, faster, faster, listening to the surge of her breath, the rise of her moans.
“Oh faster, baby,” she begged, tugging her nipples, shimmying back and forth against my tongue. “Lick it faster! I’m gonna come! All over your face! Ohhhhh!”
Her climax was magnificent. I grabbed her hips and held her to me as Carrie threw her head back and howled, like a wolf at the moon, only her orb was the sun high above. She was a bronze goddess coming all over my face, drowning me in ambrosia and I fastened my mouth to her and sucked it out like the sweetest syrup. She was sticky and hot and I swallowed her, my tongue searching for more.
“Oh God.” She panted, hands moving slowly down her ribs to her hips, covering my hands with hers. “That was fucking amazing.”
“More?” I nuzzled her slit with my nose, making her gasp and shift back, looking down and meeting my eyes.
“You want more?” She ran a thumb over my juiced-up lips.
“Yes!” I nodded, eager.
“My husband has a beautiful cock.” She smiled. “And he’s very, very good with it.”
“Don’t tease me.” I moaned, licking at her thumb, her fingers moving over my lips.
“I’m not.” Her gaze shifted from me to the house and back again. “Look.”
I squinted, turning my head, looking back. At first I couldn’t see anything because of the sun’s glare on the sliding door, but then I caught a glimpse of movement. Doc was standing there, completely nude, holding his hard dick in his hand. He was watching us, slowly pumping his gorgeous cock.
“Doc…” I whispered.
He opened the sliding door, coming out and closing it behind him. I stared up, feeling my belly burn at the sight of him, at the way he looked down at me, at his wife.
“Hey, handsome.” Mrs. B licked her lips. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Immensely.” His cock was fisted in his hand. “Can’t you tell?”
“Baby sleeping?” she asked.
“We’re all alone.” He put the baby monitor on the table. “Ready for some company?”
“Yes!” I cried, so enthusiastically they both laughed.
Chapter Eight
I was dreaming. I was going to wake up any minute, alone in my own bed. I’d wake up climaxing, dreaming about being a Baumgartner sandwich. Except it felt so real. Doc walked over to us, me flat on my back on the blanket in the sand, Carrie still straddling my chest, her thighs like tawny velvet rubbing against my breasts. He walked over with his cock clutched in his fist and fed it to his wife.