“What’s that?”
“I think Wilson still wants to
sleep with you.”
She raised her head, glancing
toward the beach. Daphne was squealing, trying to get away from him in the
water, laughing and splashing.
“It might be fun.” She looked at
Doc and smiled. “Just this once…”
“I did go through all the work of
talking him into it and everything.” Doc suppressed a smile.
She snorted. “Well, we wouldn’t
want to let all your hard work go to waste, now would we?”
“My parents’ flight arrives
tonight around nine,” he reminded her, sliding a hand between her legs.
“Then I guess we better take
advantage of the time we have.”
Carrie stood, reaching back and
undoing her bikini top, letting it fall. Doc’s eyes brightened as it dropped to
the sand, watching as she slid her bikini bottoms off too. It was mid-day, warm
and bright as she made her way toward the water, past the blankets they’d set
out so they could soak up the Florida sunshine.
“Hey!” Wilson glanced at her as
she approached the shoreline, and then he did a double-take, his eyes widening
at the sight of her completely nude. “Wow… um… wow…”
“Hey Daph,” Carrie called to her
friend, who turned to see, her eyes widening. “Want to play a game?”
Her friend snorted, looking at
Wilson’s stunned expression. “What game?”
“How about hide the flashlight?”
Daphne cracked up, wading out of
the water, shaking her head. “I think you mean the salami.”
“A little mattress dancing?”
Carrie wiggled her hips, watching the water sheeting off her friend’s body. She
was already reaching for the tie on her bikini top.
“How about riding the hobby
horse?” Daphne let her top fall to the sand. Wilson’s jaw dropped another full
inch.
Carrie helped her with her bikini
bottoms, their breasts rubbing together. “Sinking the sub?”
“Bouncing the pogo stick?” Wilson
offered, already halfway out of the water, watching as the girls kissed,
cupping each other’s breasts, their bodies as close as they could get them.
“How about bumping fuzzies?”
Daphne pushed her hips forward, trying to make their pussies kiss.
Carrie smiled. “Mine’s not
fuzzy.”
“Wilson, don’t you want to play?”
Daphne turned to look at him.
He blinked. “Ummm.”
“Come on.” Carrie winked, taking
her friend’s hand and pulling her back up the beach. “We’ll be in the house. I
know Doc definitely wants to play.”
“Did you give him a heart
attack?” Doc laughed as the girls passed him, heading into the house.
“Not yet.” Daphne winked,
crooking her finger at him. “Coming?”
“Not yet,” Doc quipped, but he
followed them in.
Wilson burst into the living room
through the sliding glass door, close on their heels and a little out of breath
from running through the sand. “So… how do we play?”
The women looked at him and then
at each other, giggling.
“Well, if you don’t know…” Daphne
teased.
“I mean, who gets who…” He
glanced around the circle they made, standing there on the carpet.
“Yes,” Carrie grinned.
“Where?” Doc wondered out loud, glancing
at the sofa.
“Your parents have a king size…”
Carrie suggested.
Doc groaned. “We’re washing the
sheets.”
“We have time,” she assured him,
still leading Daphne by the hand as she headed up the stairs.
They found it easy to lure the
two men in, starting where they always did, the two girls together, crawling
onto the bed and kissing each other into submission, their caresses growing
more heated with every breathless minute. The guys watched, eyes glazed,
rubbing the crotch of their suits—until Carrie remembered.
“Wilson’s got a tattoo on his
cock,” she whispered to Daphne.
“That’s right!” Her head came up
from suckling Carrie’s nipple, eyes bright. “Oh, let’s see. What is it?”
Both of them scrambled to the
edge of the bed where Wilson stood, adjusting the sizable bulge in his shorts.
They tried to get them down, but he stopped them, taking a step back, a grin on
his face.
“If I show you, then what?”
“Then we suck it,” Daphne assured
him.
“And fuck it,” Carrie added.
Wilson took a step forward, then
another, close enough for them to touch. Both women grabbed for his shorts,
pulling them down. His cock sprang free, a glorious specimen, a curving black
tribal tattoo weaving its way from the base to the ridge of the head. Carrie’s
mouth watered at the sight of it and Daphne whimpered.
“Do I gotta get a tattoo?” Doc
scowled and his wife laughed, turning over onto her back and hanging her head
off the end of the bed, watching out of the corner of her eye as Daphne took
Wilson’s cock into her mouth.
“Bring that bad boy here, baby.”
Doc slowly fed his cock between
his wife’s lips, moaning at how deep he could go with her in that position.
Daphne took her cue from Carrie, flipping over onto her back too and swallowing
Wilson’s dick. Carrie felt a masculine hand on her breast, another touching her
pussy, but she couldn’t tell whose it was, not in that position. She found she
liked being pawed anonymously that way. It made her nipples stand up and her
pussy throb.
“Doc,” she gasped, taking him out
of her mouth. “I’m getting dizzy.”
It was true—all the blood was
rushing to her head. He moved around her, reclining on the bed, his cock
pointing toward the ceiling.
“Come here.” Doc reached for her.
“I want to feed your kitty.”
Carrie giggled, glancing over at
Daphne and Wilson. She was kneeling up on the bed and they were kissing, lost
in their own world together.
“This kitty?” She straddled her
husband, reaching down to grab his length. God, she loved his cock. Wilson’s
was nice—the tattoo was definitely sexy—but she wouldn’t trade Doc for anyone.
“That’s my pretty pussy.” Doc
rolled his hips up and found her.
Carrie gasped in surprise at his
aim and then moaned at the feel of him filling her, his hands on her hips,
holding her there. She glanced over as Daphne stretched out beside them on the
bed, Wilson kneeling up between her thighs. Their eyes met and Daphne smiled.
“So naughty.” Daphne’s hand
reached between her legs, stroking Wilson’s cock against her wetness. “It’s
like making out in your parents’ basement when they’re not home.”
Doc grinned. “Or fucking on your
parents’ bed in their time share.”
“Or that.” Daphne giggled, but
then her attention shifted back to Wilson as he slid inside of her. Carrie
watched, her breath coming faster, as Wilson began to fuck her friend, his
tattooed cock slick and shiny with her juices.
“Oh yes!” Daphne grabbed onto his
plunging hips. “Oh fuck, that’s good!”
Wilson leaned in, capturing her
mouth in a kiss, and Carrie watched her take out his ponytail, his dark, wet
hair spreading over his well-defined shoulders.
“Quite a show, isn’t it?” Doc
watched them too. They were completely lost in each other, their kiss melding
with their fuck, both of them panting and rutting, shaking the mattress.
“Fucking hot.” She could feel how
hard Doc was inside of her, his cock swollen and throbbing.
Daphne’s nails dug into Wilson’s
tattooed back, her heels boring into his thighs, her cries filling the room.
Carrie watched, holding her breath, feeling her pussy juices dripping down her
husband’s cock. She knew if she moved, even a little, she would come, and she
didn’t want to. Not yet.
“Oh baby, yes,” Daphne whispered
into his ear. “Fuck me good! Do it hard!”
Wilson groaned, giving her what
she wanted, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust. Doc’s
fingers dug into his wife’s hips and she moaned when she felt him beginning to
move in her, unable to resist, their breath coming almost as fast as the couple
beside them.
Daphne’s eyes were half-closed
but Carrie saw her glance over at them, coming back to where she was, at least
a little. She nudged Wilson, her breath hot and fast, squeezing him with her
thighs, slowing him with her hips.
“Maybe we should switch,” she
murmured, meeting his eyes.
Wilson looked over at the couple
beside him and then back to her. “Do you want to?”
“I want to see you fuck Carrie.”
Daphne licked her lips, eyes brightening. “Do it from behind.”
Doc’s hands tightened on his
wife’s hips, but he let her go when she crawled off him, putting her bottom up in
the air and glancing back as Wilson positioned himself between her thighs. It
was strange and exciting to see him poised behind her that way.
“You sure, man?” Wilson looked
over at Doc, whose cock was still wet with his wife’s juices.
“Yeah.” Doc rolled onto his elbow
to watch. “Go ahead.”
“Do it.” Carrie’s pussy seized in
anticipation, aching to feel him fill her. “Fuck me!”
Wilson groaned at her words,
sliding his cock up and down her slit, glancing down as Daphne sat up on her
elbows to watch. Carrie looked into her friend’s eyes and saw the excitement
there.
“Isn’t he good?” Daphne
whispered, her eyes bright.
“Oh god,” Carrie cried as he
shoved into her, so different from Doc, his cock sliding in at an angle,
hitting all sorts of new spots inside of her. “Oh my god!”
“Take that cock, baby,” Doc urged
beside her, his hand cupping her swaying breast, tweaking her nipple. “Take
it!”
“Oh Carrie, you’re so wet,”
Wilson gasped, his hips bucking against hers. “Oh fuck…”
Daphne maneuvered on the bed, her
fingers working in her pussy, clearly missing Wilson’s cock, but the excitement
in her eyes was unmistakable. Carrie wiggled around on the bed, taking Wilson
with her, positioning herself between Daphne’s thighs.
“Yes!” Daphne cried as if her
friend had read her mind, looking down as Carrie buried her face between her
legs, Wilson’s cock pounding them both now, moving Carrie’s mouth on Daphne’s
pussy with every thrust. “Oh sweetie, I love your tongue so much. Lick it! Lick
me!”
Carrie heard Wilson’s low growl
at their words and knew they must be quite a sight, her blonde head buried in
the redhead’s cunt, but then things got even more interesting and complicated,
Daphne urging Doc over, grabbing his cock in her hand. Doc knelt up on the bed
beside her, letting Daphne take him between her lips, feeding her his length.
“Oh yeah,” Doc moaned, watching
his wife lick the redhead’s pussy. “Suck it, honey. Nice and deep. Oh what a
hot little mouth you have…”
Daphne whimpered in response, her
eyes closing with pleasure as Carrie teased her clit with her tongue. Doc
slowly fucked her mouth, watching his wife get fucked by his friend, her blonde
head buried between Daphne’s slender, creamy thighs.
“Wilson!” Carrie cried out, her
mouth unfastened from the sticky lava of Daphne’s pussy. “Oh! Fuck! Baby!” She
looked up at Doc, almost as if for permission. “Oh god, he’s going to make me
come! Doc! Ohhh!”
Doc nodded, his eyes on hers.
“Come for me,” he told her. “Come all over his hard fucking dick.”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She moaned
and writhed and arched, meeting Wilson’s hard, wild thrusts, her pussy
beginning to spasm violently, the sensation almost more than she could bear.
She felt Daphne’s fingers in her hair, stroking her, Doc’s large hand cupping
her breast, squeezing, kneading her flesh, and the pounding of Wilson’s
gorgeous, tattooed cock taking her to the edge of bliss and beyond.
“Oh my god!” She collapsed on the
bed, resting her cheek against Daphne’s thigh.
“My turn,” Doc teased, making
Carrie glance up at him and whimper.
Daphne laughed. “Are we switching
back?”
“Not quite yet.” Doc nudged his
wife aside and positioning himself between Daphne’s legs. “I want your tight
little pussy first.”
Daphne moaned, taking his full
length in one deep thrust. Carrie watched, breathless, her pussy still
throbbing from her own climax, as her husband fucked Daphne. She felt Wilson’s
weight beside her on the bed and she turned to him, smiling, almost shy now,
even though just moments before he’d made her come so hard her ears were
ringing.
“That was yummy.” She glanced
down at his cock, seeing it pulsing against his thigh. “Mmmm. Now I wanna
taste.”
“Oh god.” Wilson rolled to his
back as she wiggled herself between his thighs, beginning to lick him clean. He
was coated with her from base to tip and Carrie found herself tracing the lines
of his tattoo up to the ridge again and again.
“Please,” he whispered, his hand
in her hair. “Carrie, please. Suck it.”
She took him fully into her
mouth, slowly swallowing his length, hearing his groan. Beside them, Daphne had
rolled Doc to his back and was riding him, rolling her hips forward and back,
working his cock deep inside. His hands gripped her hips so hard his knuckles
were white, his eyes half-closed, fighting some internal battle.