My pussy ached but I couldn’t do anything but watch as Carrie wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. My mouth was watering for that big hard dick. I could almost taste him. Oh to have him in my mouth now, with the taste of his wife still caught in my throat. I reached a hand up and I could just reach his balls, swinging freely as he began to fuck her mouth.
Carrie moaned as he started moving, in and out, fucking deeper into her throat. I fondled his balls, rolling them in my hand, hearing him groan, his gaze moving over me, his wife, taking in the sights. With my other hand, I cupped Carrie’s breast-so heavy and brown, her fat nipple hard under my fingers. Doc watched me knead his wife’s breast, thumb her nipple, making her cry out around his length.
“Don’t you want to share?” he murmured, his hand in his wife’s hair.
She gasped as she came off his cock, a bit of saliva lingering, stretched between her lower lip and the head.
“It would be my pleasure.” Carrie smiled down at me as she climbed off and then Doc was on the blanket with us, stretched out onto his back.
Carrie headed straight between his thighs, but Doc gathered a hand full of my hair as I sat, pulling me to him and capturing my mouth. I whimpered, kissing him back, his lips full and soft, his tongue exploring the soft recesses, the insides of my cheeks, scraping across my teeth. It was a long, hot, deep kiss, one that made my toes curl and my nipples instantly harden.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long,” he whispered when we parted and my heart leapt. God, I loved this man. I looked down at Carrie, nuzzling his cock and watching us. There was no anger, no jealousy in her eyes. She wanted it as much as I did-as we did. We all did. And oh my God, I loved her too.
I slid down to join Carrie, and Doc watched as I kissed her. I could still taste his mouth on mine and I leaned in, sharing it with her. She kissed me back, her mouth even softer and fuller than her husband’s and she tasted sweeter, light and airy, like bottled sunshine. She sighed when we parted, her eyes opening to meet mine, and then she smiled, tilting Doc’s cock toward me as an offering.
“Here.” She rubbed the head against my lips, back and forth, and I snaked my tongue out to lick it. His cock was leaking pre-cum. It dribbled down the shaft and I caught it halfway down his length with the tip of my tongue, tracing the path all the way back up to the source.
“Suck the tip,” she urged, pressing my head down and I encircled him with my mouth, letting Carrie guide me. I ran my tongue around the ridge, glancing up at Doc, seeing him on his elbows, watching and listening to everything we were doing.
“Play with his balls,’ she instructed, sliding my hand underneath and helping me cup them. She rolled them in her hand, her fingers over mine, while I continued to work the hot circle of my mouth around and around the head of his cock.
“Oh baby,” he moaned, a hand in her hair, another in mine. “Good girls. Show her how I like it. Tell her what to do.”
“Now more.” Carrie pressed my head down, making me swallow about half his length. “Just there-up and down. Like that. Good. Now faster.”
Following her instructions made me wetter than I even thought possible. My pussy juices were dribbling from my hole, down my slit, wetting the blanket underneath me. It made me grind my hips against the sand, aching for a cock to fill my pussy, my ass, oh God, I wanted a cock to fill my every orifice.
Doc gave a long, low moan, pulling my head back and leaning in to kiss me again, with the taste of his cock in my mouth. I gasped for breath, panting, hearing the sloppy sound of Carrie sucking her husband’s cock, taking up where I left off.
“Help my wife suck my cock,” he whispered against my mouth when we parted. I nodded, eagerly lowering myself back down to join Carrie.
Carrie came up on his length, her tongue rolling around the head before she offering it to me again. I could taste her, him, as I licked the tip. She watched me with half-lidded eyes, licking her lips, then she eased in and kissed me, this time with Doc’s cock between us. His fat, spongy head, leaking pre-cum, lubricated our kiss, making our lips sticky. We kissed like that for a long time, slurping our way up and down, meeting at the top for a full, deep kiss before heading back down again.
“He likes his balls licked,” Carrie murmured. She was cradling them in her hand and she offered them to me. He was shaved there, nice and smooth, and I ran my tongue along the seam of his scrotum, slowly taking first one, then the other testicle into my mouth, gently sucking, one at a time. Carrie tugged him while I did that, her hand with her red-painted nails flying up and down his cock.
“Fuck, wait!” Doc groaned, wrapping his big fist around hers, squeezing hard. He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut, and a thick glob of pre-cum dripped down the head. I couldn’t resist-I leaned in to lick it off, that hot, peppery taste burning my tongue and throat.
“I think it’s time for my girls to get some attention.”
He grabbed my hair, and hers, and pulled us both up to him. I knelt over one of his thighs, Carrie the other, and we kissed, tongues together, all three of us. Doc turned, sucking at my lips, then caught his wife’s mouth, kissing her, his hands roaming, one cupping Carrie’s breast, the other mine.
“On the blanket.” He moved back so we could stretch out. Carrie kissed me down to the blanket, her soft hands moving over my ribs, down to my hips, pulling them to her so we were belly to belly. I was lost in her mouth, her touch, the tickle of her drying hair against my nose.
“How do you want us?” Carrie asked her husband as she broke our kiss.
I didn’t care how he wanted me. He could fold me into a pretzel and fuck my every orifice, as long as this never, ever ended. I wanted it forever. I wanted to keep both of them, my own little secret. Doc sat back on his heels, gazing at the two of us with dark, lust-filled eyes, considering. So many choices!
“On your backs.” He finally decided.
Carrie rolled, and I did too, both of us with our legs spread in anticipation, thighs and hips touching. Carrie slipped her hand into mine, lifting it to her mouth, kissing my palm, sucking my index finger between her lips. That made me moan, especially when Doc moved between my legs, his cock straight up in my line of vision.
But he didn’t put it in me right away like I thought he would.
Instead, he leaned in, hands on either side of me, easing his weight on me as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my hands run through his hair as he tongue-fucked me. I felt his erection against my belly, trapped between us, and wanted it. I desperately wanted it. But I had to wait as Doc kissed his way down my throat, sending goose flesh down my arms, making my nipples pucker in response.
“My God, Gretchen.” He sighed happily, cupping my breasts in his hands, pressing them together, just like I had with his wife’s, and burying his face between them. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”
“Isn’t she?” Carrie wiggled closer, nuzzling my ear, her breath hot. “Have you looked at her little pussy up close? It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen-or tasted.”
She licked the outer shell of my ear as Doc sucked my nipples. When he licked them, it was like he was licking my clit, arcs of fire shooting down to my core. I moaned and squirmed underneath him. My pussy was blazing with heat, sodden and impatient. I needed him. I needed to come. My orgasm was trapped deep in my belly, looking for a way out.
“Fuck, I have to taste you, baby.” Doc moved between my legs. One minute there, the weight of him delightful, the next gone, his big hands parting my thighs, his gaze moving over my flesh like laser beams, leaving fiery heat in his wake. “Oh Gretchen, you have the sweetest cunt.”