Babysitting the Baumgartners

Chapter Eleven

I woke up stretched out naked on my tummy in the Baumgartner’s bed, the early morning light streaming in the window. I smelled coffee and heard the shower running and saw a pillow on either side of me where they had slept. I stretched, flushing when I remembered last night-not just our midnight snack, but later, coming to bed with Mrs. B, the way they pressed me between them when they kissed.

I couldn’t count how many times I had woken up to feel his hand or hers between my legs or cupping my breast. Once it was his cock pressed between my cheeks from behind while Mrs. B held my leg up so he could fuck me, slow and easy. I felt dazed and sleepy, but I remembered coming while Mrs. B rubbed my clit and sucked my nipples.

I sat up and glanced in the vanity mirror, my hair a dark bed-head cloud. I smoothed it, rubbing my eyes, and stood, grabbing onto the edge of the bed. My thighs were sore, and between my legs was a little sore, too. How many times did we-? I touched myself down there, feeling the slickness of my juices and Doc’s cum. How many times did he-? I lifted it to my fingers, smelling it, and then licked it. It was a taste I was growing to like.

Heading toward my room, I saw the bathroom door open and heard their voices. The shower was still running, and Mrs. B was talking.

“We can’t stay any longer, Doc. Christmas is just around the corner, and I know she’s got school starting up again.”

I edged toward the door, seeing the steam buildup near the ceiling.

Doc sighed. “Maybe we can come out for winter break in February?”

“Maybe.” I could see Mrs. B’s curvy form behind the clear shower curtain, her hands moving over her breasts and down her belly. “I guess we’ll see.”

“My winter break starts February twenty-first,” I volunteered from the doorway, surprised at my own candor.

Doc poked his dark, wet head around the curtain, giving me a smile. “Hey there, sleepyhead. Wanna join us?”

“I definitely need a shower.” I stepped toward him, noticing the way his eyes moved over my body as he held the curtain open for me.

“There’s our girl.” Mrs. B held out her hand to me. I stepped between them, the hot water making me wince a little as I got used to the temperature. “Sleep well?”

I flushed, remembering how many times we’d been up together during the night. “When I was sleeping… yeah.”

She smiled and I felt Doc move in closer behind me, pressing me into Mrs. B’s curves. Putting her arms around my waist, she pulled me in, rubbing her soft belly against mine. I closed my eyes at the sensation, tilting my head back a little and getting my hair wet under the showerhead.

“Want me to wash it?” Mrs. B volunteered, already pushing the shampoo button. They had those automatic dispensers in the shower.

I turned for her, facing Doc and feeling her fingers massaging my scalp. He just watched, a small smile playing on his lips, but when she tilted my head forward to do the back, I saw his cock was pointing straight at me. Even after the more than satisfying night before, the sight of it still thrilled me. I reached out and slid my hand around the head, moving my thumb over the mushroom-like tip.

“Maybe I should wash the rest of you?” Doc offered, his voice low as he pumped some soap into his hands. They had an automatic dispenser for that, too.

Mrs. B grabbed the shower massage and had me tilt my head back so she could rinse my hair. Doc’s hands moved over my neck and shoulders, his big palms rubbing and massaging. I moaned out loud, feeling an instant sense of my body relaxing under his touch. I hadn’t known any of my muscles were tight.

He massaged all the way down my arms to my fingertips and then turned me to face Mrs. B, working his thumbs and palms down my back. Mrs. B stepped in close and I leaned my head on her shoulder as Doc made his way over my hips and ass. His hands were large and firm, and I didn’t know how clean I was getting, but it felt fantastic.

Mrs. B was pressing into me, too, her breasts slippery against mine, her smooth thigh sliding between my legs. I let her support me, wrapping my arms around her as Doc’s hands made their way down my sore legs. The muscles there actually quivered under his fingers as he worked his way from my knees up my inner thighs.

“Turn around,” Doc said, and I did, leaning back against Mrs. B who was kissing and sucking on my neck, giving me goose bumps even in the warmth of the shower.

I watched his eyes moving down my body with his hands, soaping up my breasts, massaging them, too, tweaking my nipples and making them hard. His fingers worked over my ribcage, my waist, pressing in at my hips and pelvis, and then reached between my legs.

“Easy,” I murmured, wincing. “I’m a little sore.” I felt Mrs. B’s chuckle more than heard it as she slid her hands around me now, cupping my breasts.

“Poor Ronnie.” Doc slid his soapy fingers between my tender lips. In spite of the slight soreness, his fingers felt good, rubbing back and forth over my swollen pussy and I couldn’t help responding with a little moan. He grabbed the shower massage Mrs. B put back, turning it onto my pussy and making it pulse.

“Oh!” My head went back onto Mrs. B’s shoulder. She made a little “mmm” sound as she rolled my nipples in her fingers. Doc focused it right on my clit, the water pumping hard as he pressed it in. He moved closer, pinning me between them, his mouth finding mine, the water still rushing between my legs, making me quiver.

His cock was hard against my thigh and I grabbed it, pulling on it, and he groaned into my mouth, his tongue finding mine as he turned the shower massage even higher. That was too much, and in just a few seconds, I was gasping with my orgasm, sucking his tongue into my mouth and pumping his cock as I came, feeling Mrs. B’s full, slick, slippery body behind me as I rocked.

He turned the shower massage off, and then the water. Mrs. B held me, kissed me, her mouth soft and warm as I turned to kiss her back, my hands moving up her ribcage to her breasts. I loved the weight of them, how they burst out of my fingertips no matter how I held them.

Doc pulled the shower curtain open, grabbing a towel and drying himself off as he watched us. Mrs. B was lifting her breast for me to kiss and lick and suck and I did, making her moan and loving the sound.

“God you two are so beautiful together,” he murmured, and I glanced over at him, seeing his hand moving over his stiff cock out of the corner of my eye. Mrs. B lifted the other breast and pressed them together, pointing the nipples towards each other. I could lick them both at once that way, and I did, hearing her groan and watching her eyes close, her head go back.

I loved the sound of her pleasure and it made me want to taste her, to lick her until toes and fists curled and she shuddered under my mouth. She pulled me up to her and we kissed again, her tongue exploring, searching.

Doc pulled us out of the shower, giving us towels, and we dried each other, still stopping to kiss. Then we were belly to belly again, her leg wrapped around me, her foot hooked behind my knee, the soft cries and whimpers we made echoing the softness of our bodies rubbing together.

“Look.” Doc came to stand next to us, nudging us toward the sinks. There was a long mirror there, and we were all reflected in it, Doc behind me and Mrs. B. “Look how beautiful you two are together.”

We looked at each other in the mirror, Mrs. B and I, our eyes meeting and smiling. Doc’s hands moved down our backs, over our asses, squeezing, looking in the mirror at us and shaking his head. I think it thrilled him more than it did us, because we turned together again, kissing and touching each other while he watched.

Mrs. B spread a towel up on the counter and slid onto it, pulling me between her legs. I kissed her again and she breathed me in, her tongue flicking over the tip of mine, and I knew the motion already, knew exactly what she was suggesting and wanted. I kissed my way down over her shoulders, licking away some of the water still beaded there, and then cupped her breasts in my hands.

I couldn’t resist them on the way down and she moaned when I pressed them together, just like she had, making the nipples touch so I could lick them both. Doc watched, leaning back against the counter, his cock hard in his fist and I smiled over at him in mid-lick and then sucked both of her nipples into my mouth.

“Oh!” she cried, going back onto her elbows.

I followed, my pussy rubbing against hers as I stretched out and leaned over her, my tongue working back and forth over the thick, firm flesh of her nipples. I couldn’t help rocking against her, my pussy filled with that ache again, but it was all the wrong angle, just a tease, our smooth lips rubbing, the swell of our thighs in the way.

“Try this,” Doc murmured, seeing my frustration, lifting my leg and putting it onto the counter over Mrs. B’s thigh. That was a little better, and I could wiggle and mash my lips more fully with hers, but I couldn’t reach her breasts from this angle. She took over where I left off, rolling her nipples as I made circles over her pussy with mine. It still wasn’t quite good enough-my clit was aching for more.

The bathroom counter was big, but I wasn’t sure if it was wide enough for both of us. That’s what I wanted-to be up on top of her. Doc moved in behind me, helping me, lifting my leg, hers, pushing us onto the counter, so Mrs. B leaned back against the mirror. Then I knelt over her, one thigh between hers, the other hooked over her hip, the soft flesh of our pussies sliding over each other.

“Oh yes!” Mrs. B’s gaze moved first to Doc, who held me, making sure I wouldn’t fall, then to me, her eyes starting to close with the sensation.

She reached down and spread her lips open, mine too, her fingers pushing and prodding at our flesh until our clits kissed as I rocked on her. I felt faint the moment my little bud touched hers, gasping out loud and feeling myself go weak. Doc held me, urging me, rocking me, and I kept going, seeing our reflection in the mirror.

His hand went to my nipples, and mine went to hers, tweaking, rolling, pulling, sending sweet waves down to where we were rubbing together. I ground my hips round and round, smearing our juices over the pink flesh between our lips. The folds of her pussy were swelling and so were mine as I rubbed our creases together, moaning and rocking and lost in the pleasure of it.

It was like riding a slow cresting wave, surfing it higher and higher as the sensation rose, making us both breathless. There was no hurrying it, no fast solution, just that gentle rubbing of our flesh, the friction building at its own slow, sweet pace.

Doc’s hand moved over his cock. I felt it against my hip, but I couldn’t even look. I bit my lip, watching her face as Mrs. B got there moments before I did, her orgasm trembling through her. The most amazing thing, the most wondrous and glorious thing, was feeling the flutter of her pussy against mine, clenching and releasing as she came, bucking and grinding up against me.

“Yes!” I groaned, rolling, rocking, sending myself right after her, my pussy spasming in delicious, shuddering waves, making me weak again. Doc grabbed onto me, holding my trembling shoulders as I moaned and shook with the force of it. He turned my face and kissed me, then, sucking my tongue into his mouth, his fingers slipping between our lips, rubbing through our wetness. He made me shiver when he brushed my still-pulsing clit.

“Which one of us do you want?” Mrs. B smiled up at him.

“Both of you.” He helped me down off of Mrs. B. I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me and I leaned forward onto the towel on the counter between Mrs. B’s legs, still panting. “At once, preferably.”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Greedy Doc.”

I found myself looking at Mrs. B’s pussy, glistening now with our juices, as Doc grabbed my hips.

“Or maybe just Ronnie.” He moved his fingers through my slit. I gasped when his fingers found me. “Bent over a different counter this time.”

“Easy!” I winced when his cock found me, following the path his fingers had taken through my slick, swollen folds. “Please, Doc.”

“Promise.” He groaned when he moved forward and up, one hand moving around to my belly, the other massaging my ass.

He went slow, giving me easy half-strokes, rocking me forward toward Mrs. B. I rested my cheek on her thigh as he fucked me and she stroked my hair, still wet from the shower. The hand on my belly moved a little lower, massaging as it went, his fingers finally reaching the top of my slit, moving the swell of my lips against my clit with the motion. It made me tingle.

“Do you like that tight little nineteen-year-old cunt, Doc?” Mrs. B asked and I felt my ass and pussy clench at her words.

He groaned, his fingers slipping further between my cleft, finding my clit, making me gasp.

“So tight and sweet.” She stroked my hair. I looked up at her and saw that she was smiling down at me. “You have a beautiful cunt, baby.”

Doc thrust harder now, but I didn’t complain because his fingers rubbed me, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“So do you, Mrs. B.” My eyes moved over the glistening folds, seeing a little pink peeking out between. I leaned in and kissed it, just a light kiss, but she moaned, rocking her hips forward a little.

I slipped my tongue into it then, sending a shudder through her, and then I was lost in her pussy, sinking into it with a moan as Doc pushed a little deeper now, his fingers still working my clit.

“Good girl,” Mrs. B murmured as I parted her fat lips with my tongue, pushing against the hood of her clit, rolling it around. She tasted a little different and I realized that it was the taste of us together, a light musky scent filling my nose as I moved my head and mouth from side to side against her flesh.

Doc slipped out of my pussy, rubbing the head along my slit, meeting his fingers at my clit. I moaned against Mrs. B’s flesh as he rocked the spongy tip there for a while, pressing it into me with his fingers. It made me suck and lap at her even more, urgent and a little wild, and she cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders.

“Oh fuck!” She grabbed my head, guiding me, smashing my lips and tongue against her clit as she came again, the spasms sending her legs straight out, trembling with the force of her orgasm.

She whispered as she loosened her grip in my hair. “Oh God… oh, baby… you have the sweetest tongue.”

I moved up her body, feeling Doc’s shaft slip from between my legs as I kissed her, the taste of her between us, filling our mouths. He nudged me from behind, his hands running down my ribcage, my hips.

“Turn around.” He twisted my pelvis with his hands, grabbing me and putting me up onto the counter in front of Mrs. B. He pressed my knees back, opening me up completely, and Mrs. B grabbed them from behind, holding them open.

“Fuck her.” Mrs. B’s words were whispered into my ear, but she was looking at Doc. “Make her cum all over that big, fat cock.”

I groaned as Doc slid back inside of me and we started rocking, Mrs. B still holding onto my knees, keeping me spread wide for him. The only sound was the wet music of my pussy being pounded and our breath, everything coming faster and faster. Mrs. B’s breasts were a full, soft cushion behind me, her body smooth against mine.

“Do you like that cock, baby?” Mrs. B whispered in my ear, sliding both hands along the insides of my thighs, squeezing them, making me moan.

“Yes!” I looked down at him disappearing into my pussy. He was sinking all the way into me, working hard, and I had forgotten that I was sore-I wasn’t sore in that moment. My pussy was on fire, throbbing and aching for more. I just couldn’t get enough.

I didn’t need any prompting this time, I met Doc’s eyes and told him, “Fuck me, Doc. Fuck me hard! I want it hard! Please! Please!”

I wanted to feel every part of him inside of me, and I clawed and clutched at his arms as he grabbed my hips and drove harder, groaning as he did, his cock swelling inside of me.

Mrs. B moaned in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Take that big cock. Let him fuck you until you cum.”

When his thumb moved over my clit, that’s just what I did, my swollen, wet pussy getting its aching release, squeezing his cock and asking for more. I moaned and gripped the strong muscles in his upper arms as I came.

“Oh hell!” He groaned.

I felt the first burst of his cum as he began to withdraw. The second wave hit my clit and sent me into orbit and I was squirming and moaning in Mrs. B’s arms. His cock surged up over my belly, filling my navel with white hot fluid that dripped back down in rivers toward my swollen pussy.

He leaned forward to kiss me and then he kissed Mrs. B and then me again like he couldn’t decide which of us he wanted to kiss more. I reached my hand down and rubbed his cum into my belly, over my mound, smiling.

“I need another bath!” I giggled.

“A tongue bath, maybe.” Mrs. B chuckled.

Doc stood, letting out a deep breath. “Well whatever we do, it better be quick. I’ve got to get Janie and Henry in an hour.”

I started. I had almost forgotten the whole reason I was in Key West with the Baumgartners in the first place. The thought of Janie and Henry made me flush. It was a fast, cold dose of reality. What are we doing? “Are you ok?” Doc lifted my chin. It was the same question he had asked me last night, and I still didn’t know the answer.

I just smiled at him and nodded.