Crazy About the Baumgartners

Chapter Eight

I was dreaming. I was going to wake up any minute, alone in my own bed. I’d wake up climaxing, dreaming about being a Baumgartner sandwich. Except it felt so real. Doc walked over to us, me flat on my back on the blanket in the sand, Carrie still straddling my chest, her thighs like tawny velvet rubbing against my breasts. He walked over with his cock clutched in his fist and fed it to his wife.

My pussy ached but I couldn’t do anything but watch as Carrie wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. My mouth was watering for that big hard dick. I could almost taste him. Oh to have him in my mouth now, with the taste of his wife still caught in my throat. I reached a hand up and I could just reach his balls, swinging freely as he began to fuck her mouth.

Carrie moaned as he started moving, in and out, fucking deeper into her throat. I fondled his balls, rolling them in my hand, hearing him groan, his gaze moving over me, his wife, taking in the sights. With my other hand, I cupped Carrie’s breast-so heavy and brown, her fat nipple hard under my fingers. Doc watched me knead his wife’s breast, thumb her nipple, making her cry out around his length.

“Don’t you want to share?” he murmured, his hand in his wife’s hair.

She gasped as she came off his cock, a bit of saliva lingering, stretched between her lower lip and the head.

“It would be my pleasure.” Carrie smiled down at me as she climbed off and then Doc was on the blanket with us, stretched out onto his back.

Carrie headed straight between his thighs, but Doc gathered a hand full of my hair as I sat, pulling me to him and capturing my mouth. I whimpered, kissing him back, his lips full and soft, his tongue exploring the soft recesses, the insides of my cheeks, scraping across my teeth. It was a long, hot, deep kiss, one that made my toes curl and my nipples instantly harden.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long,” he whispered when we parted and my heart leapt. God, I loved this man. I looked down at Carrie, nuzzling his cock and watching us. There was no anger, no jealousy in her eyes. She wanted it as much as I did-as we did. We all did. And oh my God, I loved her too.

I slid down to join Carrie, and Doc watched as I kissed her. I could still taste his mouth on mine and I leaned in, sharing it with her. She kissed me back, her mouth even softer and fuller than her husband’s and she tasted sweeter, light and airy, like bottled sunshine. She sighed when we parted, her eyes opening to meet mine, and then she smiled, tilting Doc’s cock toward me as an offering.

“Here.” She rubbed the head against my lips, back and forth, and I snaked my tongue out to lick it. His cock was leaking pre-cum. It dribbled down the shaft and I caught it halfway down his length with the tip of my tongue, tracing the path all the way back up to the source.

“Suck the tip,” she urged, pressing my head down and I encircled him with my mouth, letting Carrie guide me. I ran my tongue around the ridge, glancing up at Doc, seeing him on his elbows, watching and listening to everything we were doing.

“Play with his balls,’ she instructed, sliding my hand underneath and helping me cup them. She rolled them in her hand, her fingers over mine, while I continued to work the hot circle of my mouth around and around the head of his cock.

“Oh baby,” he moaned, a hand in her hair, another in mine. “Good girls. Show her how I like it. Tell her what to do.”

“Now more.” Carrie pressed my head down, making me swallow about half his length. “Just there-up and down. Like that. Good. Now faster.”

Following her instructions made me wetter than I even thought possible. My pussy juices were dribbling from my hole, down my slit, wetting the blanket underneath me. It made me grind my hips against the sand, aching for a cock to fill my pussy, my ass, oh God, I wanted a cock to fill my every orifice.

Doc gave a long, low moan, pulling my head back and leaning in to kiss me again, with the taste of his cock in my mouth. I gasped for breath, panting, hearing the sloppy sound of Carrie sucking her husband’s cock, taking up where I left off.

“Help my wife suck my cock,” he whispered against my mouth when we parted. I nodded, eagerly lowering myself back down to join Carrie.

Carrie came up on his length, her tongue rolling around the head before she offering it to me again. I could taste her, him, as I licked the tip. She watched me with half-lidded eyes, licking her lips, then she eased in and kissed me, this time with Doc’s cock between us. His fat, spongy head, leaking pre-cum, lubricated our kiss, making our lips sticky. We kissed like that for a long time, slurping our way up and down, meeting at the top for a full, deep kiss before heading back down again.

“He likes his balls licked,” Carrie murmured. She was cradling them in her hand and she offered them to me. He was shaved there, nice and smooth, and I ran my tongue along the seam of his scrotum, slowly taking first one, then the other testicle into my mouth, gently sucking, one at a time. Carrie tugged him while I did that, her hand with her red-painted nails flying up and down his cock.

“Fuck, wait!” Doc groaned, wrapping his big fist around hers, squeezing hard. He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut, and a thick glob of pre-cum dripped down the head. I couldn’t resist-I leaned in to lick it off, that hot, peppery taste burning my tongue and throat.

“I think it’s time for my girls to get some attention.”

He grabbed my hair, and hers, and pulled us both up to him. I knelt over one of his thighs, Carrie the other, and we kissed, tongues together, all three of us. Doc turned, sucking at my lips, then caught his wife’s mouth, kissing her, his hands roaming, one cupping Carrie’s breast, the other mine.

“On the blanket.” He moved back so we could stretch out. Carrie kissed me down to the blanket, her soft hands moving over my ribs, down to my hips, pulling them to her so we were belly to belly. I was lost in her mouth, her touch, the tickle of her drying hair against my nose.

“How do you want us?” Carrie asked her husband as she broke our kiss.

I didn’t care how he wanted me. He could fold me into a pretzel and fuck my every orifice, as long as this never, ever ended. I wanted it forever. I wanted to keep both of them, my own little secret. Doc sat back on his heels, gazing at the two of us with dark, lust-filled eyes, considering. So many choices!

“On your backs.” He finally decided.

Carrie rolled, and I did too, both of us with our legs spread in anticipation, thighs and hips touching. Carrie slipped her hand into mine, lifting it to her mouth, kissing my palm, sucking my index finger between her lips. That made me moan, especially when Doc moved between my legs, his cock straight up in my line of vision.

But he didn’t put it in me right away like I thought he would.

Instead, he leaned in, hands on either side of me, easing his weight on me as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my hands run through his hair as he tongue-fucked me. I felt his erection against my belly, trapped between us, and wanted it. I desperately wanted it. But I had to wait as Doc kissed his way down my throat, sending goose flesh down my arms, making my nipples pucker in response.

“My God, Gretchen.” He sighed happily, cupping my breasts in his hands, pressing them together, just like I had with his wife’s, and burying his face between them. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”

“Isn’t she?” Carrie wiggled closer, nuzzling my ear, her breath hot. “Have you looked at her little pussy up close? It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen-or tasted.”

She licked the outer shell of my ear as Doc sucked my nipples. When he licked them, it was like he was licking my clit, arcs of fire shooting down to my core. I moaned and squirmed underneath him. My pussy was blazing with heat, sodden and impatient. I needed him. I needed to come. My orgasm was trapped deep in my belly, looking for a way out.

“Fuck, I have to taste you, baby.” Doc moved between my legs. One minute there, the weight of him delightful, the next gone, his big hands parting my thighs, his gaze moving over my flesh like laser beams, leaving fiery heat in his wake. “Oh Gretchen, you have the sweetest cunt.”

I moaned and pressed my hips up as he explored me, first with his eyes, then his fingers, parting my swollen lips, peering into the abyss of my cunt with the eyes of a man who wanted to drown. And then, finally, his tongue. The searing wet press of his mouth, covering my smooth lips, the white-blond tuft of pubic hair lightly brushing the end of his nose. The sensation was incredible, his mouth skilled, his fingers too, as they slipped into the velvet clutch of my pussy, curling deep inside.

“Ohhhh Doc!” I rolled and twisted, like I wanted to get away, but I didn’t. I wanted more, more, more! I shivered as Carrie knelt up beside me, grabbing my knees and pulling them back, giving him better access to my slit. He moaned against my flesh when she did that, unable to resist, sucking my clit deep before sliding his tongue down, down, around his probing fingers, licking my taint, and then, my ass.

“Oh! God!” I squealed, squirming, but Carrie held me still as he made his tongue hard, probing my tightly puckered hole, his fingers curling delightfully deep inside. And then Carrie dipped her head and joined her husband, sucking at my clit while he licked my ass and fingered my pussy. I arched and prayed for mercy, oh God, for some sort of relief.

And then it came. Doc knelt up between my legs and Carrie aimed and guided him, keeping my knees pulled back as he entered me. Fuck, Oh fuck. I was filled, completely filled by him. He let out a breath as he hit bottom, his eyes on mine. I ran my hand down his belly, hard, ridged, tanned, then touched the place where he entered me, the place where heaven began and ended.

“Fuck me,” I urged. “Oh please, fuck me!”

He grabbed my knees, pushing them back, spreading me like I was a wishbone and he was making a desperate wish. Carrie kept her head down on my belly, her ass in the air, watching her husband fuck me, right up close. Her mouth covered my clit, sucking and licking, making me cry out and clutch at her hips.

She took my hint and before I knew it, Carrie was straddling my face and I was parting her fat, tanned pussy lips with my eager tongue. God, she tasted good. Better than good. She tasted like paradise, sweet bliss, honey in my mouth. I swallowed her juices, trying to focus on her clit as her husband fucked me into oblivion.

I couldn’t hold on, I couldn’t let go, I couldn’t do anything but take it, again and again, deep and hard and spread wide for him. I heard him grunting with every thrust, a deep growl rising in the back of his throat. Carrie worked my clit, mashing it between her lips and her tongue. I’d never been fucked and licked at the same time-at least, not by a real cock, and Doc’s was very, very real, fleshy and filling me with the deepest of thrusts.

“Oh make me come!” I cried out to the clear blue sky, my hips rising up to meet him, belly undulating, working toward my climax. “Ohhhh Doc! Carrie! Ohhhh please! Please make me come!”

I wrapped my arms around Carrie’s round hips and ass, rubbing my face in her pussy, drowning as I climaxed, burying my scream in her cunt. My pussy closed around Doc’s dick like a silk trap, mauling his prick with wet heat. I felt Carrie shuddering on top of me, her tits mashed against my belly, her mouth still sucking my throbbing clit while her husband pounded my cunt.

“Ooooohhhh baby!” Doc groaned as the first spew of his cum gushed from the end of his dick as he pulled out, making me wail at the loss of him. A white hot spray washed over my pussy and Carrie was there, lapping it up, making me squirm on the blanket.

“Ahhhh fuck! Fuck!” There was more. Splashing my pussy, Carrie’s face. She rolled off me to get a better angle, coming at my pussy and Doc’s cock from the side, licking us both clean. She sucked her husband’s dick into her mouth, cupping his balls, squeezing gently, as if she could milk some more fiery liquid from his depths.

“Oh. God.” I shuddered, watching as Carrie knelt up and kissed him. He slid a hand behind her neck, his tongue snaking into her mouth, tasting himself.

And then she was kissing me, letting me taste too, stretched out beside me on the blanket. Doc stretched out on the other side, making me the sweet, creamy center in the middle of the perfect Baumgartner sandwich I’d always dreamed of. I don’t think I could have been happier. I stared up at the sky, the sun kissing my nipples, sticky cum drying on my pussy, as Carrie snuggled me, and Doc did too.

“You okay?” Doc’s hand moved in my hair, turning my face to him.

“Beyond.” I nodded and he kissed me, soft and sweet, breathing in my scent.

“You know we love you, right?” Carrie murmured, her hand trailing down my throat. “Oh Gretchen, you’re so beautiful. So sweet.”

“What about…” I turned my face to look at her. “I mean… is this okay? Is this safe?”

“We’ll be okay.” Carrie’s fingers stroked my shoulder. “I was scared of losing Holly, but I was afraid of losing you too. We want you, Gretchen. We love you. I didn’t want you ever to believe otherwise.”

“I thought…” Something caught in my throat. “I thought maybe it was me. That you didn’t want me or…”

“Oh sweetheart.” Carrie pressed her forehead to mine. “No, no, no. My God, we’ve been talking about doing this for over a year. We wanted to, but then you were with Veronica, and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. And when it didn’t work out with her, well… we wanted to give you some time. I wasn’t sure what you wanted…”

“I always wanted you. Always.”

I knew it was true. From the first time Ronnie told me about being with the Baumgartners, I’d been utterly fascinated with their sexual appetites. And then, after they rescued me from the Holmes’, after I’d worked for them, lived with them, I’d gone from someone who liked them from the outside, to someone who loved them on the inside. Being with the Baumgartners, being a part of them, had been something I’d secretly hoped for all along. But I was never one for getting my hopes up. They were too often dashed.

“And then we got Holly.” Carrie sighed. “And things got more complicated. I just got scared. But Doc’s right. You can’t live your whole life afraid something bad is going to happen. You have to go after what you want, because no one else will do it for you.”

“And you wanted me?” I asked, barely a whisper, hardly daring to hope.

“Desperately.” She touched her lips to my trembling ones. “I think Maureen taking the kids today was some sort of divine intervention-the universe wanted us together.”

I smiled at the irony. If Maureen Holmes knew that her action had facilitated this meeting, she would have been horrified. And that made me smile more.

“I didn’t know, not for sure,” I confessed. “Because… well… people leave me. Or they reject me. That’s just what they do. I… I’ve lost everything and everyone I ever cared about.

“I promise you, no matter what happens, we’re not leaving you,” Carrie assured me. “If you want to go, the door is open, but if you want to stay… you’re ours. Forever.”

“Really?” I felt a lump in my throat as Doc sat up on his elbow on my other side. He leaned in too, so we were all together, our breath mingling.

“Ours,” he agreed, turning to kiss my cheek. “We love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” I said the words to both of them, and meant it. I hadn’t loved too many people in my life, but I loved the Baumgartners. I was absolutely crazy about them and I knew I would do anything for them.

I felt like a kitten, belly up and purring in the sun, warm and surrounded by softness. Carrie was on one side, Doc on other, their legs thrown over mine, a hand covering my breast, his and hers. They had both drifted off but I couldn’t, probably out of habit, because my ear was tuned to the baby monitor on the patio table, listening for Holly. I could hear her breathing-that’s how good the monitor was-and she was still sound asleep. But I was too vigilant to fall asleep myself.

Thank God. Otherwise I wouldn’t have heard Maureen Holmes’ sharp intake of breath when she came around the corner and saw us. I tilted my head back at the sound and saw her standing at the edge of the house, just coming around the side. She stared with wide, shocked eyes, jaw dropped, a strange image to see from my angle, upside down.

Then she turned and stumbled off.

I bolted, panicked. I had to stop her. Explain. Something.

“Where are you going?” Doc muttered when I shimmied out from under their arms like a snake, grabbing a towel from the back of one of the chairs, wrapping it around myself.

“I’ll be right back.” I stage-whispered, not wanting to wake Carrie, who had slept through my escape. “I think I heard the baby.”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“I’m just gonna go check on her.” I grabbed the monitor-just in case-and opened the sliding back door.

I ran through the house and out onto the front porch. Maureen Holmes was just getting into her Lexus. I noticed there was no one in the car.

“Wait!” I cried, panting from my sprint, grabbing her arm. “It isn’t what you think!”

“I forgot to get these signed.” Her face was white, voice strained, as she held up a clutch of papers in her fist. “For camp… I just…”

“Listen, what you saw…” I swallowed, trying to think of a way to erase it from her brain, to find the right words.

“Oh, I know what I saw.” She shook me off, that clouded look lifting, eyes brimming with anger. “What kind of sick perverts are you? I’m reporting you to the authorities!”

“The authorities?” I clutched my towel tighter around me, glad there wasn’t another house or neighbor here for a mile or more. “What we’re doing isn’t illegal, Mrs. Holmes.”

“It’s immoral and that’s bad enough.” She balled up the papers in her fist and tossed them into the car. “Those poor children. You expose them to this filth?”

“They’re innocent. They don’t know anything,” I insisted, racking my brain for something, anything, that would stop this woman from ruining my life-ruining all our lives. “Do your children know you had a threesome with the Baumgartners?”

That stopped her. Her face, which had drained completely of blood, now filled with it.

“That was long before I had children, young lady!” She actually shook her finger at me, lecturing. Then her tone changed to self-righteous. “That was before I’d fully accepted Christ into my heart.”

“You had a fiance,” I reminded her, playing my next card. “And you married him and had his children. Does he know what you did with the Baumgartners?”

“I’m leaving,” she whispered, but I grabbed her arm again to keep her from getting into the car, hoping to appeal to her younger self, the one that had to still be in there, the one who had existed before all the crazed, fundamental cult-like religion warped her perception.

“I know you loved them,” I said. “And I know they loved you. Do you really want to ruin their lives because you can’t tolerate some else’s way of life? Are you that much of a hypocrite?”

I saw something flicker in her eyes, some memory, some feeling. That’s when it occurred to me that maybe she wasn’t so much angry as she was… hurt. Jealous? Was it possible?

“This is sick and twisted.” Maureen shook my hand off her arm for a second time, getting into her car, but I stood in the way of the door. “And it needs to be stopped.”

“Well then I’m sure your husband would be interested in the sick and twisted things you were doing with the Baumgartners.” It was nearly my last card to play. I was desperate.

“He won’t believe you.” She looked at me like I was a bug she wanted to squash, trying to shut her door, but I was literally in the way.

“He’ll believe me when I show him pictures,” I said softly, bending down so I knew she heard me, holding my towel close.

“Doc said…” She turned her head to me, eyes dazed, confused. “He said he’d never…”

“He didn’t.” I shook my head. We were close enough I could smell the coffee on her breath, a Starbucks cup sitting in the cup holder. “I found them. But I will show them to your husband if you say a word to anyone about this. Anyone. Do you understand me?”

“I…” She swallowed, hands gripping the steering wheel, looking straight ahead now through the windshield, looking for all the world like she wished she’d never come today, had never seen us, and that was good. That was exactly what I was hoping for.

“Do. You. Understand. Me?” I emphasized each word.

“Yes.” She snapped her head toward me. That wasn’t just anger in her eyes anymore. That was hate. She hated me for making her look back, making her face those two parts of herself, the two parts she swore would never meet. “Now get out of my way.”

I stepped back, shutting her door for her, and she started the car. I watched from the porch as she drove away, hearing Holly beginning to stir. I’d almost forgotten I had the baby monitor in my hand. I went inside, closing the front door behind me and locking it, as if I could lock her out, as if that one act could keep her from doing what I feared most. Had she believed me? I hoped so. Because I wasn’t kidding. If she decided to hurt me or the Baumgartners, I would do everything in my power to hurt her back. In my world, there was no God looking over us from on high-and life was too short to wait for karma.