them reflected in it. Mrs. B
was completely naked, kneeling over him. I saw her face, her breasts swinging
as she took him into her mouth. His cock stood straight up in the air.
"She's
got beautiful tits, doesn't she?" Mrs. B ran her tongue up and down the
shaft.
"Yeah."
His hand moved in her hair, pressing her down onto his cock. "I want to
see her little pussy so bad. God, she's so beautiful."
"Do
you want to see me eat it?" She moved up onto him, still stroking his
cock. "Do you want to watch me lick that sweet, shaved cunt?"
I
pressed a cool palm to my flushed cheek, but my other hand rubbed the towel
between my legs as I watched. I'd never heard anyone say that word out loud and
it both shocked and excited me.
"Oh
God, yeah!" He grabbed her tits as they swayed over him. I saw her riding
him, and knew he must be inside of her. "I want inside her tight little
cunt."
I
moved the towel aside and slipped my fingers between my lips.
He's
talking about me!
The
thought made my whole body tingle, and my pussy felt on fire. Already slick and
wet from my orgasm in the shower, my fingers slid easily through my slit.
"I
want to fuck her while she eats your pussy." He thrust up into her, his
hands gripping her hips. Her breasts swayed as they rocked together. My eyes
widened at the image he conjured, but Mrs. B moaned, moving faster on top of
him.
"Yeah,
baby!" She leaned over, her breasts dangling in his face. His hands went
to them, his mouth sucking at her nipples, making her squeal and slam down
against him even harder. "You want her on her hands and knees, her tight
little ass in the air?"
He
groaned, and I rubbed my clit even faster as he grabbed her and practically
threw her off him onto the bed. She seemed to know what he wanted, because she
got onto her hands and knees and he fucked her like that, from behind. The
sound of them, flesh slapping against flesh, filled the room.
They
were turned toward the mirror, but Mrs. B had her face buried in her arms, her
ass lifted high in the air. Doc's eyes looked down between their legs, like he
was watching himself slide in and out of her.
"Fuck!"
Mrs. B's voice was muffled. "Oh fuck, Doc! Make me come!"
He
grunted and drove into her harder. I watched her shudder and grab the covers in
her fists. He didn't stop, though--his hands grabbed her hips and he worked
himself into her over and over. I felt weak-kneed and full of heat, my fingers
rubbing my aching clit in fast little circles. Mrs. B's orgasm had almost sent
me right over the edge. I was very, very close.
"That
tight nineteen-year-old cunt!" He shoved into her. "I want to taste
her." He slammed into her again. "Fuck her." And again.
"Make her come." And again. "Make her scream until she can't
take anymore."
I
leaned my forehead against the doorjamb for support, trying to control how fast
my breath was coming, how fast my climax was coming, but I couldn't. I
whimpered, watching him fuck her and knowing he was imagining me ... me!
"Come
here." He pulled out and Mrs. B turned around like she knew what he
wanted. "Swallow it."
He
knelt up on the bed as she pumped and sucked at his cock. I saw the first spurt
land against her cheek, a thick white strand of cum, and then she covered the
head with her mouth and swallowed, making soft mewing noises in her throat. I
came then, too, shuddering and shivering against the doorframe, biting my lip
to keep from crying out.
When
I opened my eyes and came to my senses, Mrs. B was still on her hands and
knees, focused between his legs--but Doc was looking right at me, his dark eyes
on mine.
He
saw me. For the second time today--he saw me.
My
hand flew to my mouth and I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob behind me
I knew was there. I finally found it, slipping into my room and shutting the
door behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding, my pussy dripping, and
wondered what I was going to do now.
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