Babysitting the Baumgartners

Chapter Fifteen

I was dreaming about the dolphins, playing in the waves, riding their backs like silver bullets through the water. Their bodies were sleek and soft between my thighs and I rocked as we rode, feeling that familiar tingle. I woke up flushed, gasping, remembering the power surfing between my legs. Mrs. B’s thigh was nestled between mine, her breath warm and sweet over my face. Doc’s arm was draped over her hip.

Watching them sleep in the dimness, I felt my belly clench. We were going home today. Home felt like a dream. This, here, in bed together, felt real. I slipped slowly out from under Mrs. B’s arm, untangling myself and grabbing my clothes, pulling them quickly on. I glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn’t even six yet. I opened their door, peeking into the hallway. Janie and Henry’s doors were closed.

Going back to my bed felt too empty, and instead I went downstairs and out to the beach. It was humid, not hot yet, though. There was a slight breeze, actually enough to give me goose bumps as I spread out a blanket. The rhythmic sound of the waves was like a slow heartbeat as the sky started to lighten along the horizon.

I heard the doorwall open behind me and looked up to see Mrs. B slipping out, shutting it behind her. She smiled as she came to lie next to me wearing a white pair of shorts and a black tank top. I returned her smile and we didn’t say anything for a while, we just listened to the waves and watched the sky grow lighter by degrees.

“Home today,” I reminded us both with a sigh, rolling onto my elbow to look at her.

“Yes.” She reached her hand out and tugged at the side of my shorts. “But you got nice and brown this week, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” I pulled them aside, showing her the white string-line from the bikini that ran along the bend of my thigh.

When I lifted my eyes, I saw hers focused there and smiled. “But that’s not all I got…” I pulled my shorts aside even more, showing her my shaved mound.

“Mmmm, no,” Mrs. B breathed, moving her hand to cover my pussy, petting it with her fingertips. “Not all…”

I closed my eyes at her touch, craving it, aching for more. I wanted to commit everything about this moment to memory-the feel of her fingernails tickling the inside of my thigh, the smell of her hair as she leaned over to kiss me, the sound of the water swelling and receding.

Breathing her in as her lips found mine, I pulled her down to me, hungry. She moaned at my response, my hands lifting her shirt, pulling it off her in a hurry, wanting to feel her full, lush body pressed to mine. I tugged my own shirt off, wiggling out of my shorts, devouring her mouth with mine as we rolled on the blanket.

I found myself on top of her as we kissed, her hands all over me, everywhere at once. I smiled as I licked and sucked at her throat, remembering how shy I had been not too long ago in her arms. Now I was eager, sucking and licking at the heavy globes of her breasts, making my way to their big, brown centers.

Mrs. B gave a deep sigh, sliding her hand down between her thighs, under the elastic band, and I felt her movements between my own legs. It sent sweet jolts of pleasure through my pussy to be bare against the fabric of her shorts while she rubbed herself underneath them, her nipples hardening against my tongue.

I wanted her pussy against mine, and I knelt between her thighs, yanking her shorts down over her hips. She gave me a dreamy smile, and I could see her fingers now, moving between her lips, rubbing back and forth over her clit. I wanted to taste her, but I wanted to feel her more. I slithered my body across hers, straddling her at an angle, so our legs made that delicious X-shape that would get our pussies as close together as possible.

“Mmmmm, God I love that.” Her fingers stayed between us, spreading us both open. She put her knees up, rocking with me as I smeared my juices over hers, the wet sound of us together competing with the pounding of the surf. Closing my eyes, I ground my hips in circles, feeling the folds of her flesh, all soft, tender pinkness, rubbing against mine.

I tried to make our clits kiss, lost in the slippery darkness of sensation, pressing my pussy faster and faster toward release. Her breath was coming more quickly and I looked down to see her pulling and tugging at her nipples. As I watched, she lifted one of her breasts towards her mouth and licked at the fat bud in the center. Her lips closed around it and sucked, pulling the whole thing into her mouth.

I cupped my own breasts, lifting them, trying, knowing my tongue wouldn’t reach. Instead, I pinched my nipples, rolling them, sending additional little shocks of pleasure down to my pelvis, where my clit was nudging hers. She was rolling like thunder under me now, moaning and meeting me with every pass.

“Are you close?” I slid my hand down, feeling the wet squelch of us together, the slickness of her lips.

“Yes, oh, God, yes!” She moaned, and I knew I wouldn’t quite make it with her, but I wanted to send her over. I slipped my hand past the entrance of her pussy, finding the tender, puckered hole of her ass. She gasped and bucked as I probed, pressing my finger into that sensitive flesh.

“Oooooo!” She howled with it, and I felt her orgasm in the muscles of her ass, trying to rhythmically push my finger back out as she twisted and rocked. I could feel myself near the edge but wanted to hang onto it, to keep feeling this high. She had never looked so beautiful as she did in that moment with my finger pressed into her ass and my pussy splayed across hers, making her come so hard she was quivering all over with it.

I wanted her, and I took her while she was still shuddering with her climax, turning and burying my face into her wet, pink flesh. She gasped and moaned and shook underneath me, but she accepted my tongue lapping and poking through her hot folds. I wiggled my pussy over her face and rocked when her mouth found my clit, sucking and tonguing me like she was going to devour my flesh.

It wasn’t long before she took me there-I was already dangling at that edge, my pussy pulsing with a full, throbbing ache. She just used her tongue centered right over my clit, a fast, steady rhythm that sent me over the edge without a chance to look back.

“Ohhhh God!” I felt that hot, delicious burst of pleasure rocking my body, pressing my pussy against her face, drowning her in my juices.

“Mmmmmm!” She still lapped at me, slow, her fingernails grazing over my swollen lips. “Let’s do that again.”

I groaned, locking my mouth back down over her slit, digging in deep with my tongue, greedy to taste more of her. She didn’t stop licking me, her fingers spreading me open, sliding inside of me, pumping in and out. It made me long for a cock to pound me as she tongued her way through my flesh.

She spread her legs wide, pulling them back, giving me more of her, and I took it, probing my fingers deep into her pussy, twisting and massaging inside, pressing her open. I could see her asshole winking at me, and I pressed there, too, with my other hand, using my index finger to probe that furrowed flesh.

Neither of us could talk, our mouths busy, our tongues lapping, but our muffled cries and moans were like two hungry kittens kneading their mother’s belly for milk, wanting more, more. Mrs. B’s finger found its way to my ass, too, and I gasped and gulped more of her as I rocked against her hand, driving her deeper.

I could feel how close she was, how close I was, and I couldn’t hold it back, as much as I wanted it to go on forever. The exquisite torture had to end, and it did, exploding between us like a dam breaking, our bodies tumbling and rolling together as we gasped and moaned and trembled with it.

Turning, finding her mouth again, we kissed, our faces full of each other, my lips sliding across her wet cheeks. We giggled together, hugging, rocking, and I realized that the sun was really coming up, now, the sky glowing orange across the horizon, and her hair reflected it, glowing golden in the morning light.

“Let’s go wake up Doc,” I whispered against her neck, licking there, my mouth still wet with her.

Mrs. B chuckled, squeezing me. “Come on.”

We pulled our clothes on, just in case we met Janie or Henry in the hallway, but the house was still quiet. I eased their door open, finding Doc snoring on his back, the covers thrown off, his cock pointing toward the ceiling.

“Wonder what he’s dreaming about.” I grinned as Mrs. B shut the door behind us. She smiled, stripping off her clothes and I did, too. We eased up onto the bed, each of us stalking up a side, both reaching for his cock with our tongues. I don’t know when he actually woke up-I was too lost in the slick feel of Mrs. B’s mouth against mine over the spongy head of his cock-but I did hear him murmuring, and then moaning, and finally, I felt his hand in my hair.

When I looked up at him, he was watching us with half-closed eyes. “I was dreaming about something like this.”

“Thought you might be.” I flicked down his shaft with my tongue, my fingers grazing his balls. “You were hard as a rock.”

“Couldn’t let that go to waste, baby.” Mrs. B sucked the head, her mouth making sloppy wet noises.

“I’m a lucky man.” He groaned as I slithered up against him, wrapping my thighs around his as I kissed his lips. Mrs. B continued to work her mouth over his cock, making soft, happy noises in her throat.

Doc smiled at me, his hand cupping my ass, pulling me in tight. “You taste familiar.”

“I should.” I grinned, squeezing my thighs around his. “I just had your wife for breakfast.”

“Still hungry?” His eyes closed for a moment as Mrs. B took him all the way into her mouth.

“Always.” I slipped my leg over his belly, moving onto him in a straddle.

He held my hips in his hands, his eyes moving over my body. “Beautiful.”

I just smiled, wiggling down, closer and closer to his cock. I looked over my shoulder at Mrs. B and saw that she was stroking him, aiming him. Leaning forward, splaying my hands on his chest, I gave her access to my pussy, still wet from her mouth.

“I wanna ride,” I whispered, looking back at Doc. He nodded, groaning as Mrs. B slipped the swollen head of his cock through my waiting lips. I felt the tip nudge my hole and sank down onto his length, taking all of him inside of me.

Closing my eyes, I waited, savoring that first exquisite moment, feeling Mrs. B’s hands moving over my hips, down between Doc’s thighs, caressing his balls. When I opened them again, Doc was looking between my legs where he had completely disappeared into my flesh. His fingers probed there, spreading me, brushing my clit and making me squirm.

“Beautiful little cunt.” He squeezed my clit between his thumb and forefinger.

I started grinding, just moving my hips around in circles, rubbing the head of his cock deep inside me. He let out a breath, a little groan, rubbing my clit with his thumb as I danced on his shaft, letting it touch every soft part inside of me. Mrs. B crawled up next to Doc, laying beside him, kissing his mouth, using her palms to rub over his hard, broad chest, flicking his nipples.

It was a slow ride, and I started using my legs, sliding up on his shaft and then down again, grinding into him for a moment before doing it again. My clit was humming underneath his thumb, and I watched Mrs. B spreading her pussy open, rubbing herself as she watched us.

“Look at that,” Mrs. B whispered into Doc’s ear as he grabbed my hips, rocking me a little faster. “Do you like that little nineteen-year-old cunt?”

“Fuck!” He moaned, moving me back and forth over his cock. “She’s so tight, baby.”

Mrs. B made an “mmmmm” sound, her eyes between our legs, her fingers moving faster. I moaned as I rubbed my own clit, closing my eyes, lost in the trembling pleasure of it. Doc was fucking up against me, his cock swelling between my legs. I squeezed his shaft with my pussy, making him moan.

I gasped when he rolled me over onto my back, shoving my thighs with his, pressing them back, hooking my feet against his shoulders. He was driving into me, now, his mouth searching out mine, sucking my tongue deep into his mouth. I moaned and raked my nails over his shoulders, down his arms, his cock sliding along a slick path over my clit again and again as he fucked me.

“That’s it, baby.” Mrs. B was next to us on her side, one knee pulled back, her fingers fucking herself as she watched. “Fuck that sweet little cunt. Fuck her hard.”

“Yesssss!” I moaned, meeting her eyes, then his. “Please!”

“Please what?” Doc used his weight to drive into me hard, holding himself there, straining.

I moaned, wiggling my hips, wanting him. “Fuck me!” He gave me a little more, his shaft teasing my clit. “Oh yeah, come on, Doc. Fuck my hot, wet cunt!”

He groaned, thrusting into me again, his hips working against mine. I looked up into his eyes and could see he was waiting for me, trying to hold back.

“Do you like my wet little puss?” I rocked my pelvis into his, meeting his thrusts with my own. “My tight… little… cunt?” I punctuated each word with a squeeze of my muscles around his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” He gasped, biting his lip, slowing. I squeezed him again, long and hard, feeling the throb and swell of him inside of me.

“Little minx!” He pulled his shaft all the way back, and I looked down to see it poised at the entrance of my pussy, slick and pulsing.

“Don’t you like it?” I teased, squeezing my muscles again, this time just around the tip, trying to draw him back in. “So wet and hot and tight?”

“Brat.” He grabbed his cock, kneeling up between my legs, slapping my pussy with it.

“Ohh!” I gasped, feeling the head rubbing against my clit. He rocked like that, moving the tip back and forth in my wetness. I moaned, looking over at Mrs. B. Her fingers were moving deep into her pussy, her eyes between our legs.

“Like that?” He reached up and squeezed my nipples, working the head of his cock through my slit.

“Oh, Doc!” I moaned, wrapping my legs around him. “Oh God!”

“More?” He rubbed it faster, pressing the tip harder.

I squirmed, flushing, gasping, so close I couldn’t stand it. He slid a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it, an instinctive thing, and just that sent me over, moaning and sucking and rocking as my orgasm shook me like a little earthquake. He smiled, still rubbing the head against my sensitive clit, making me shudder.

“Now, you little cock tease…” He grinned, leaning in and kissing me hard, making me flush. “Get up onto my cock and really ride me.”

I groaned as he went to his back, his slick cock pointing skyward, waiting for me. Trembling, I climbed onto him, reaching between my legs for his shaft, but he grabbed my hips, guiding me, sinking his cock up into me in one swift motion.

“Carrie…” Doc held his hand out to her as I started to rock, still shivering from my orgasm. “Come here, baby.”

She smiled, coming to him, letting him move her leg over his head. Facing me, she settled over his mouth and I could see how wet her lips were, glistening as he probed his tongue there.

“Come here.” She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply.

I moaned into her mouth, feeling the soft pressure of her full breasts against mine, her nipples grazing my flesh. We kissed and moaned and rocked that way. I could hear Doc moaning between her thighs and I couldn’t resist squeezing his cock with my pussy. He pressed up hard into me, rolling his hips, making me gasp against Mrs. B’s neck.

“Oh Doc!” She moaned, her nails digging into my back, her breasts pressed flat against my chest. “Oh baby, honey, God… yes!”

I felt her climax starting, a little tremor, a gasp, her teeth grazing my shoulder, and then it overtook her. I put my arms around her, holding her when she let herself collapse against me, moaning and shaking as she came. Doc was lapping at her still, making soft noises in his throat, and I could feel his cock swelling even bigger inside of me.

“Beautiful.” Doc slapped her ass, making her squeal. “Now, you’d better get down there to catch all my cum in that sweet little mouth of yours.”

Mrs. B smiled at me, her eyes still dazed. “Wanna share?”

I climbed off his cock, moving between his legs with Mrs. B as my hand moved up and down the wet shaft. He was watching us, his breath coming faster as I stroked him. Mrs. B put her mouth over the head, rolling her tongue around, making him gasp.

“Faster!” He moaned, and I tugged harder, working the skin over the head, squeezing as I came up on the shaft, pumping it into her mouth. “Ahhhhh fuck, get ready, baby!”

Mrs. B stuck her tongue out for it and I aimed the red, wet tip right there. Doc growled, his hips bucking again and again as his cock began to spew hot, white cum into her mouth. She rounded her tongue and I watched, my breath caught, as he flooded it with the thick fluid like it was a little cup made just for that purpose.

Her eyes were on mine, watching me pump his cock in my fist, but I couldn’t stop staring at his cum welling up over the curve of her tongue. I leaned it and slid my tongue between her lips, tasting him, and she moaned and pressed her tongue to mine, his cum flowing between us and we were both swallowing the heat of him as we kissed.

“God!” Doc’s hand moved in my hair. “Good girls.” Mrs. B went to snuggle up with Doc, but I glanced at the clock, still shivering with the taste of him in my throat.

“I should go to my room,” I murmured. “Have to pack…”

Mrs. B sighed and Doc grabbed my wrist as I went to climb off the bed.

“Hey,” he said. “You ok?”

I smiled back at him, a slow heat flooding my chest.

“Yes.” I nodded, knowing for the first time that I was telling him the truth. I was just fine

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It was so crazy over Christmas, and then with the start of my new term, that I didn’t even think about the Baumgartners not calling me. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but at least I was too busy to think about it much. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, how much I missed them.

It wasn’t until I saw Gretchen in the mall that I was really overwhelmed with the memory of it, making me flushed and warm just seeing her standing in the food court, tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear and laughing.

I was watching her so closely, flooded in memory, that I didn’t even see who was sitting with her at first.

“Ronnie!” Janie waved, her eyes bright.

I threaded my way through the tables toward them. Gretchen had seen me and she was smiling, holding her hand out to me. She hugged me when I reached them and I had to fight not to gasp out loud when I felt her body pressed to mine.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she murmured as the kids jumped up, Janie hugging me around the waist, Henry tugging at my ponytail. “I meant to call, but it’s been so crazy…”

“Me, too.” I smiled at the kids. “How was your Christmas, you guys?”

They both started talking at once, giving me a litany of things they’d opened Christmas morning. My eyes never left Gretchen’s face, that warm look spreading through me to my toes.

“I’m working for them, now,” Gretchen explained over their heads. “I’m the Baumgartner’s au pair.”

I raised my eyebrows, letting the kids pull me into a seat as they continued to vie for my attention.

“Do you want to do something tonight?” Gretchen asked, and I looked at the hem of her skirt riding up her thigh as she crossed one knee over the other. “Just you and me.”

I realized I wouldn’t be babysitting for the Baumgartners anymore, but watching Gretchen’s eyes on me, her smile so warm it was like heat, I knew it didn’t matter “Yeah.” I nodded, smiling back at her. “Let’s do… something.”

I felt her knee against mine under the table and shivered, realizing that I felt truly happy for the first time since we’d come home.

The End