We Put the Baby in Sitter 3
a little harder, my hitching cries becoming more high-pitched as Charlotte kept sucking my husband’s dick, drinking down every drop, just as she had been told.
    A torrid wave of heat buzzed through my core, and I came, crying out, my voice ringing off the hard surfaces of the kitchen.  I closed my eyes and leaned back as another wave hit me... and another.  Then I laid back on the table, my arms thrown over my head, panting and convulsing whenever another ripple of orgasm shot through me.
    “Oh my God,” Kevin panted, still clutching the counter and gazing up at the ceiling. “I am the luckiest bastard that ever lived.”
    “And yet, you’ve only fucked us once each, today.” Charlotte grinned, stroking her fingers seductively around her nipples. “Seems to me, you have some work to do, fella.”
    He grinned and nodded, helping her up off the floor.  I sat up, still fighting for my breath, and gratefully accepted his help getting down.  I was unsteady on my feet, and he wasn’t much better off, which made Charlotte giggle.
    We moved into the bedroom after that, and I couldn’t decide which of the erotic fantasies in my head we should indulge in first.  I climbed onto the bed, and noticed Charlotte eyeing me strangely.
    “You know, Kevin,” she saying, laying a finger thoughtfully on her bottom lip, “I’ve noticed that Marissa is getting quite bossy these days.”
    I gave her a wry smile. “Well, I am your boss,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Sort of.”
    “I think you’re right,” Kevin said, joining in the game. “She does like telling us what to do.”
    “I think it’s time we turned the tables on her,” she decided, nodding slowly. “It’s time that we took charge of her.”
    I jumped up off the bed as I saw them getting up and coming toward me.  I backed slowly toward the door. “Hey guys... this isn’t funny... seriously...”
    They lunged at me, grinning madly, each taking one of my arms.
    “No!” I screamed, laughing and giggling and dragging my feet. “Stop!  You’re not funny!”  But I couldn’t help laughing.  I was nervous about what they had in store.
    They dragged me onto the bed, and Charlotte climbed over me.
    “Hold her down while I strip her!” Kevin ordered.
    Charlotte held down my arms while Kevin untied the sundress straps, then yanked the dress down and stripped my dress off.  I didn’t make it easy for him, but he still did it in one try.  I tried to kick at him playfully and wriggle my way out of Charlotte’s grip, but she was stronger than she looked.  Then Kevin held my ankles fast, and I was stuck
    “What are you going to do?” I asked, my eyes wide and shifting from one, to the other.
    They exchanged a glance, grinning.
    “Anything we want,” Charlotte whispered in my ear.
    She shifted position so she was kneeling beside my chest.  She held my hands fast and started to circle my nipple slowly.  It felt incredible, and I stopped fighting, letting myself sink into the bed and giving them complete control of my body.
    Kevin opened my legs, spreading them wide, and settled between them. “Mmm, I haven’t licked this pussy all day,” he said.  I felt his warm tongue settle between my folds, and I closed my eyes, reveling in their dual attention.
    Charlotte let go of my wrists and traced a finger around one areola, while she licked her way around the other.  She slowly circled closer and closer to my nipple, her progress agonizing.  I wanted to be in her mouth more than anything.
    At the same time, Kevin’s tongue traveled up and down my slit, licking up my juices as my arousal grew.  He flickered along my labia, coming achingly close to my clit, then reversed his path and flickered back down along the other.  I bucked my hips, silently begging for more, but he pushed against my thighs, forcing my legs open and cruelly ignoring my pleas.
    Fingers brushed one nipple, and I arched my back as Charlotte’s tongue grazed the other.  But her

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