Babysitting the Baumgartners

Chapter Nine

I never told anyone about what happened with the Baumgartners-maybe I just couldn’t make it come out in a way that didn’t sound sordid. I tried, a few times, but never quite got the right words. I didn’t know how to convey all of the feelings underneath, how huge it all seemed, not just enormous, but titanic. I didn’t have words big to contain it.

I felt like that when the secret finally came out between us, the moment that Doc crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed where Mrs. B and I were laying. The jig was up, the game was over, it was all clear from that moment on what we were doing and what we intended to do.

And there weren’t words then at first, either. I don’t know how that happened, but I remember that we didn’t talk. Mrs. B and I snuggled on the bed while we watched him undress. I loved hearing the sound of his belt buckle being undone and would forever get wet when I heard that sound followed by a fast zipper on a pair of tight jeans.

I fit my head under Mrs. B’s chin and traced figure 8’s around her navel while Doc pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it in the pile with his jeans and his boxer briefs, and then he was with us, between us, a warm, solid presence that our eyes met and smiled over as we cuddled on the bed.

I felt shy now, a little awkward, not knowing how to proceed, what to say, and so I didn’t say anything. I just let it all flow, and that’s exactly what happened. Mrs. B was humming something-she did that a lot, little snippets of songs-and Doc was stroking her hair, and then he was stroking mine, too, petting us both, making us purr.

I started humming along, following the motion of Mrs. B’s fingers as she traced circles on Doc’s belly. Our circles grew closer until our fingers touched, and then our hands touched, and then our mouths touched as we leaned in to kiss each other over him. I felt his hand in my hair, and I saw his hand in hers, and then he was touching my shoulder, my arm, his fingers light and tender over my skin.

Mrs. B moaned against my mouth and I saw Doc’s hand cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple, making it hard. Watching him do that while she began to breathe harder against the soft curve of my neck, her lips sucking and nibbling there, made me feel faint. His hand rubbed slowly up and down my arm and I turned my head and put it against Mrs. B’s shoulder, feathering kisses there as my eyes met Doc’s. He was watching, his eyes moving over both of us like he couldn’t take in enough.

I glanced down at where he was cupping Mrs. B’s breast, the flesh overflowing his fingers, and I reached for his other hand, the one caressing my shoulder, and placed it over my little breast. He smiled, his palm moving over my flesh, lifting it and letting it fall. I moaned when he starting thumbing my nipple, too, the sensation riding every nerve pathway that ended at my throbbing clit.

With a sigh and whimper, I nuzzled Mrs. B’s neck, and we were licking and sucking and gently biting each other, my dark hair tangling with her blonde mane, a cloud of still-damp softness. That’s when I saw that Mrs. B had her hand wrapped around Doc’s hard cock. She was squeezing and tugging it, real easy and slow. Fascinated, I watched, seeing how red the tip was already, how it throbbed in her hand.

Her mouth found mine again and we kissed, pressing in a little closer over Doc’s chest, our breasts touching. I moaned when I felt him rubbing our nipples together, my little pink point and her thick, brown bud kissing just like we were, lost in sensation. I squirmed and sucked at Mrs. B’s tongue and she teased me, pulling it back and then letting me have it again.

Then Mrs. B broke the kiss and gave me that little half-smile, leaning over and kissing the dark line of hair that ran from Doc’s navel down to his crotch. I watched, biting my lip as she kissed the tip of his cock. His hand was still cupping my breast, teasing my nipple. I glanced at him, then at her, wanting and not knowing how to say it or what to do.

Mrs. B’s mouth slid around the head, making Doc groan and shift a little, his thigh moving against mine. She smiled at me, a thin strand of saliva running from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, and crooked her finger in a “come here” gesture. I slid down the bed next to her and Doc made room between his legs for the both of us, his eyes moving between our faces.

She didn’t say anything, but she offered his cock to me, and I couldn’t help remembering the first day I saw it-Doc stroking it out on the balcony while he watched us lying topless on the beach together. I never thought then that I would be doing this now, but here I was, leaning in to kiss the head, running my tongue around the ridge, my pussy clenching when Doc moaned and looked at me like I was a dream.

Mrs. B put her head next to mine, our eyes meeting over her husband’s engorged cock, and then she kissed me around it, our lips on the swollen head, our tongues searching for each other. Doc moaned again and I felt his hand in my hair as Mrs. B slowly stroked his shaft while our mouths worked over the glans. We both tugged on it, sucking it, fighting over it, like two kittens with a new toy.

I found myself greedy, aching to feel him fully in my mouth and nudged her out of the way, taking his cock down my throat. He gasped and I looked up at him as I swallowed more, and more still, hearing Mrs. B chuckle, her tongue moving at the base of him and then lower, down to his balls. Fascinated, I watched her lick and suck them as Doc pressed me lower onto his cock. He was thick and throbbing and I loved the velvety feel of his skin against my tongue.

Mrs. B cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands, her eyes on me as she sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. I watched, wide-eyed, as I came up on Doc’s shaft, licking just around the head, teasing it with my tongue.

“Wanna try?” Mrs. B asked, her voice low, a little throaty, holding his sac up, offering it to me. Nodding, I slid down fully, my tongue running over the soft, ridged skin while she grabbed and squeezed his cock. Doc shaved down there and the skin was completely smooth. I heard him whisper something, but I couldn’t make out the words, although I could tell they were full of pleasure and that thrilled me.

His balls were getting tighter, drawing up closer to his body as Mrs. B continued to stroke him, making them harder to suck into my mouth and roll around with my tongue. I nibbled a little on the skin and Doc jumped, his eyes wide as he looked down at me.

“Sorry.” I bit my lip.

He smiled and crooked his finger at me like she had. “Come here.”

I crawled up onto him and he pulled me in against his chest, grabbing my ass with his hand. “Maybe you deserve a spanking?”

“Doc!” I laughed when his hand slapped my ass. It stung a little, but then he kissed me and I was lost in it, his tongue seeking mine, his cock hard against my thigh, Mrs. B’s hand still moving it up and down.

“Did you like my cock in your mouth?” he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek, my neck, sending shivers through me.

“Yes,” I whispered back, feeling his fingers tugging at my nipple again, making me squirm.

“Do you want to feel it in your little pussy?” He slid his hand down over my belly, his palm cupping my soft, shaved mound.

Moaning, I rocked against him. “Yes.”

He chuckled, parting my flesh there, slipping one of his big fingers between my lips. I was soaking wet and he slid easily through, finding my clit and petting it.

“Tell me.” He met my eyes. I hesitated, looking down at Mrs. B, who stroked him as she watched us, her breasts swaying prettily to the rhythm. Then I looked back at him, feeling shy and shaking my head as I bit my lip.

He smiled again, teasing me. “Go on… say it… ‘I want you to fuck me.’”

“Doc!” I felt his finger slip in me, exploring the soft, smooth walls inside. “Please.”

“Do you like that?” He pushed his fingers deeper. I moaned, nodding, hiding my blush against his neck. He pressed another one in, stretching me wider, making me gasp and wriggle on top of him. “Not as good as a nice big cock, though, is it?”

“No.” My hands clutched his shoulders as he began to finger me in earnest, using the force of his arm to shove them up inside of me. I slid my thighs open wider, making room, wanting more. “Oh, God… Doc, please!”

“Come on.” He slid out from under me. I sat up, watching as he leaned over and kissed Mrs. B, their tongues meeting, her hand going behind his head to pull him in deeper. She still had his cock in her hand.

He looked over at me, his eyes moving up and down my body, hungry. “Did you like licking Carrie’s pussy?”

I still couldn’t get used to her as ‘Carrie,’ but I nodded, my eyes meeting Mrs. B’s as I remembered the taste of her, the soft pink flesh melting in my mouth, the way she moaned and shook and thrust.

“You want some more?” He smiled, reaching down and spreading Mrs. B open wide. She groaned, spreading her thighs, letting him slide the fingers that had just been inside of me up into her pussy.

“Yes.” I felt a familiar ache between my legs as I watched him fuck her with his fingers.

“Lie down, baby.” Doc whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. She did as she was told, lying on her back sideways on the bed next to me, giving me a smile. She was close enough to touch me, and she did, reaching out and cupping my cheek with her palm, her slender fingers moving over my jaw and then down my shoulder.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Doc?” Mrs. B’s fingertips brushed my nipple, sending a wave of heat through me.

“Beyond.” He squeezed his cock in his own hand now as he watched us.

Mrs. B’s fingers roamed further down and I opened my legs for her as she slipped her fingers through my wetness. “Look, she’s all smooth for you.”

“I see that.” He watched her slip a finger inside of me. I sighed and spread a little more for her. “I bet she tastes like the sweetest little peach…”

Mrs. B rubbed her own pussy, too, I saw her fingers moving through her flesh, her breasts moving a little with the motion.

“She does,” Mrs. B confirmed with a smile, meeting my eyes. “Come here, Veronica. Let me lick you again.”

I hesitated, crawling toward her and groaning when her fingers slipped out of me, not sure where she wanted me, how-and then she grabbed my hips, positioning me over her face, squeezing my ass and pulling my pussy down to her mouth.

“Oh God!” I felt her tongue probing between my lips as I found myself face to face with her mound, her fingers still moving there. “Oh, Mrs. B!”

“I bet she’d like your tongue, too,” Doc suggested to me and I looked over at him sitting on the edge of the bed, watching us, slowly pumping his cock through his fist.

Mrs. B moaned when I slipped my tongue between her lips, tasting the sweet juices I’d brought to the surface during her last orgasm. It was so hard to concentrate on what I was doing while her fingers and mouth worked between my legs, driving me to distraction. I just found her clit and focused there, licking in a slow, steady rhythm, my eyes on Doc.

I couldn’t help watching him as he looked at us together, listening to our moans, our cries, our whimpers. He started slow, moving the skin up over the head of his cock as he stroked it, and then he pumped harder, so fast that his shaft was a blur and just the wet tip was visible. Then he slowed again, and sometimes he squeezed the head hard, groaning, his eyes closing for a moment.

“Oh, Mrs. B!” I felt her fingers move into me. I remembered how she had liked that and slid my fingers into her, too. She rewarded me with a moan, rocking as I started to fuck her. Her pussy made the sweetest wet sound when I did that, meeting my fingers, sucking them in deeper.

Doc’s eyes were on me, watching my tongue and hand, as he slid across the bed toward me. “Open your mouth, Ronnie.” He pressed his cock toward my lips.

I did, sucking the wet head into my mouth, groaning around his shaft as he pushed in even further. I kept my fingers in Mrs. B’s pussy, making those wet sounds. She focused right on my clit, her tongue lapping faster and faster, and I felt that dizzy feeling I got just before I couldn’t stop.

“Move your fingers.” Doc groaned when he took his cock out of my mouth. “And spread her open for me.”

I gasped, using my fingers to part Mrs. B’s fat, swollen lips, showing him the way. He slid his cock into the little gaping hole there, and she moaned against my pussy, her fingers driving deep into me. Doc grabbed her knees, pushing them back toward me as he thrust into her with a grunt, his eyes closing, face taut.

“God!” He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I was trying to lick her, still, my tongue moving over his shaft, too, where it slid between her lips. He pulled out of her, slow, and found my mouth again. I sucked greedily, licking the taste of Mrs. B off of his shaft.

“Whoa, whoa!” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back as I sucked on him. “Easy.”

I moaned, Mrs. B’s tongue just seconds from taking me over the edge, my mouth full of her juices and the taste of his pre-cum.

“Please, Doc,” I panted, my eyes half-closing with my impending orgasm. “I want you to fuck me.”

He groaned then, and I felt him shifting, moving on the bed, but I couldn’t pay attention because I was coming, Mrs. B’s tongue making the most delicious circles over my clit as I shuddered and moaned and spread for her. She cooed and kissed me, still hungry, and I moaned when I felt Doc’s hands grabbing my hips.

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him positioned behind me, felt the fat head of his cock rubbing up and down my slick cleft. I shivered when he brushed my still-sensitive clit before sliding back up and finding my hole. He felt big as he eased in, groaning the whole way, and my pussy still fluttering a little from my climax, squeezing his cock.

“God damn!” He gripped my hips and pressed all the way in. “So tight.”

Mrs. B wiggled out from underneath me as I went to my hands and knees. She twisted, turned, moving so that she was under me again. This time we were face-to-face, her eyes on mine. Slipping a hand behind my head, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me as I felt Doc begin, pulling his cock almost all the way out before sliding back into me again.

I moaned into her mouth when he really started to fuck me hard, driving me forward against her, my little breasts quivering against hers. He spread my legs wider with his big thighs, pressing me open, thrusting his cock deep, now.

“Do you like that?” Mrs. B whispered into my ear, licking my neck.

I was breathless with it, panting, being fucked so hard. “Yes!” I arched my back. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

Mrs. B’s hands cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples, and I saw her looking past me and knew she was looking at Doc-I could feel the communication passing between them like heat.

“Tell him,” Mrs. B whispered, looking into my half-closed eyes. “Tell him how much you love him fucking you.”

I groaned, feeling a heat creeping through my chest. I was lying naked on top of Mrs. B, and Doc was pounding my pussy from behind-how could I possibly be shy? And still, the words felt like too much in my mouth, and I shook my head.

“Please,” Mrs. B murmured, reaching down and finding my clit. I groaned as she rubbed it in little baby circles, moving the fleshy hood against the tiny bud underneath.

“Oh God!” I moaned, lifting my hips for him, feeling his cock swelling inside of me, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. “Oh yes, yes,” I gasped. “I love your big cock inside of me. Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me, hard!”

He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “Damn, she catches on quick!”

Mrs. B kissed me again, her tongue making circles against mine as her fingers made the same delicious shape against my clit. I couldn’t believe I was nearing that edge again, but I was. Between the pump and swell of his cock in me and the slick rub of her fingers, I couldn’t hold out against them both.

“Oh, I’m gonna come!” I buried my face in her neck. She kissed my hair again and again, her fingers never stopping, and Doc gave me the fullest, hardest thrusts I’d ever had, making me shake all over. I gasped and hissed as my orgasm hit, biting at her shoulder, my pussy clenching tight around the shaft of his cock, pulling him into me.

“Oh fuck!” he cried, and I could actually feel his cock getting bigger inside of me, full to bursting. Mrs. B’s hand moved between my legs, pulling on his shaft. He wasn’t in me anymore, but he thrust behind me, driving me forward onto her as he came, growling and grunting as he gripped my ass.

Mrs. B smiled at me, lifting her hand to her mouth, and I saw that it was full of Doc’s cum. She licked at the side where the white stuff was sliding down her palm and then offered it to me. Hesitant, but remembering the taste of him after he came all over my belly, I licked at her fingers. It was acidic, different from the taste of her, but the look in her eyes and the moan she gave me when I sucked it from between her fingers sent a thrill through me.

“It’s all over my pussy,” she whispered, a light in her eyes again.

Doc moved from behind me, coming to lie next to Mrs. B with a groan. I smiled, moving down between her legs, and she watched as I started licking the slick, white fluid pooled on her mound. Doc watched, too, incredulous, as I followed a thick strand of it between her lips, sucking her clit into my mouth.

“Oh God!” Her hands went to my hair. I stayed there, my tongue moving back and forth against her clit, the taste of both of them in my mouth as I looked between their faces. Doc cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples, and I felt her whole body tensing, ready.

“Yes!” She trembled with the force of it, hands clenching the comforter into her fists. I couldn’t stop licking her-I was so greedy, so hungry-but she made me, pulling me up to her. They both kissed me and then they kissed each other as I snuggled down between them. I had never felt so wanted.