After her run and a long shower, Amanda put on a robe and went in search of Bea and Mr. Flemming. She found them out on the deck overlooking the water. It was late, but the sun was slow to go down this time of year. Bea was sitting back on a chaise, naked. Mr. Flemming, dressed, sat across from her on a deck chair reading a journal. He had the deck light on so he could see.

“The sun is almost gone, Amanda,” Bea said. “Why don’t you take off your robe and sit with me awhile?”

Amanda looked over at Mr. Flemming, and he nodded without looking at her. Amanda let her robe fall.

“Now sit here in my lap,” Bea said.

Amanda curled up in Bea’s lap. Bea stroked Amanda’s hair.

“Doesn’t the warm evening air feel good?” Bea said.

Amanda made a small noise of acknowledgement.

Bea echoed Amanda’s sound. Her hand brought Amanda’s head to her breast. She adjusted her breast until the nipple was at Amanda’s lips. “Suck, sweetie,” she said. Amanda let her lips part. Bea’s hand pushed Amanda’s head forward. She pushed Amanda’s face into her soft breast. The nipple was in Amanda’s mouth. Amanda drew in a breath. “That’s it,” Bea said. “Suck now. Suck sweet and slow.”

Amanda pursed her lips. She sucked Bea’s nipple sweet and slow. “That’s it, so good,” Bea moaned. “Suck a little harder now.”

Amanda sucked with more force. The nipple was full and fat between Amanda’s lips. She let her tongue touch the tip of the nipple. Bea quivered with the touch. “Oh,” she moaned. “Yes, so sweet, so good.”

Amanda felt Bea’s fingers at her inner thigh. She kept sucking Bea’s nipple. Bea’s fingers moved Amanda’s thigh outward. Amanda quivered. Bea’s fingers moved to the little lips of her cunt. Her fingers caressed the lips. “Martin, can you see her cunt?” Bea asked. “Can you see her sweet little fuck hole? It’s so wet. So wet and open.”

Bea continued to caress Amanda’s sex lips while Amanda suckled Bea’s breast. “Touch your nipple now,” Bea told Amanda.

Amanda touched her nipple. At the same time Bea’s finger entered Amanda’s cunt. “Oh, Martin, our girl’s cunt is so wet and slippery,” Bea said. The finger pressed upward. Amanda could feel the pressure on her clit from the inside. Bea’s finger fucked deeper into Amanda’s cunt. “Oh, yes, Martin, I can feel her starting to come. Our girl’s going to come, Martin.”

Amanda whimpered and came.

“Yes, sweetie, yes, yes, yes,” Bea sang out. She finger-fucked Amanda into three and then four more orgasms.

Amanda lay limp. Bea arranged her on the chaise. Then she went over to Martin. “Isn’t she so sweet lying like that?” she heard Bea ask Martin. “Her little cunt looks so delicious after she’s come.” Amanda sighed. Amanda could hear Martin’s zipper. She could hear Bea’s gasp. She could hear the juicy squelch of Bea and Martin having sex. She felt so good, knowing they were watching her while they fucked.