Crazy About the Baumgartners (13 page)

“Oh
no, guests are free! They’re all set. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Maureen started
down the stairs, and then turned back. “And are you sure you don’t want me to
take that sweet little baby off your hands? I’m sure you could use the break!”

“No,
that’s okay,” Mrs. B smiled. “But thanks for the offer.”

“All
right, see you tomorrow.” Maureen waggled her fingers as she made her way down
the steps. She was dressed casual, for the fair, in khaki shorts and a white
button-down blouse, but she still looked professional, as always.

Mrs.
B closed the door behind them, leaning against it meeting my eyes. I was
standing in the entryway to the kitchen and she reached for my hand.

“Come
with me,” she said.

“Where
are we going?” I asked as she pulled me through the kitchen, into the living
room and unlocked the back sliding door.

“Doc’s
upstairs with the baby.” Mrs. B unbuttoned her blouse, her gaze sweeping me as
we stood in the hot sand. “We’re going swimming.”

I
watched, stunned, as she took off her blouse, standing there in her bra and
shorts. Then, the bra came off too. Her heavy breasts swayed as she unbuttoned
her shorts.

“Go
on.” She nodded at me. “Take yours off too.”

I
pulled off my t-shirt, watching her slide her shorts and panties off together,
down those long, tanned thighs, staring at the bare slit between them.

“Come
on!” She was already running toward the water, her round ass jiggling, tits
bouncing—she was like a reverse Venus, running back into the foamy surf
instead of being born out of it.

I
stripped down to nothing—I didn’t even hesitate—leaving my clothes
with hers in the sand. She was already in up to mid-thigh, but she waited for
me. Her eyes brightened as I approached, her gaze moving down to my breasts,
then further, down to my pussy.

“Doc
told me about that sweet little tuft of hair.” She gave a happy sigh. “But he
didn’t do it justice. You are stunning, Gretchen.”

“So
are you.”

“Kids
are gone, let’s go skinny dipping.”

She
grinned and took my hand, pulling me in to the warm surf. We rolled through the
waves together, hand in hand, until we got further out. She was like a sleek,
brown seal diving into the water and coming up, blond hair slicked back, eyes
dark and full of hunger. I knew what was happening, and part of me said we
shouldn’t, but when she pulled me into her arms and kissed me for the first
time, I was lost. I dissolved, her mouth so soft, so sweet, it was almost
painful. My heart couldn’t take it. I breathed in the scent of sand and salt
and oil as our tongues meshed, her arms going around me, hands roaming over my
back, in my hair. The heat of her pussy against mine, even in the water, was incredible.

“Mrs.
B… Carrie… we shouldn’t…” I gasped when we parted. “I heard what you said to
Doc, about Holly. I don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that.”

“I
think we can all keep a secret.” She nuzzled my neck. “It’s just for a little
while. Maybe a year, until the adoption is final. And we’ll always have to be
discreet, of course…”

“Did
you talk to Doc about this?” I pulled back to look at her.

“Yes.”
She smiled. “Now come here.”

She
slipped a hand behind my head, pulling my lips to hers, our mouths slanting,
tongues hot and probing. We kissed each other until I could barely stand it,
until my pussy throbbed and my nipples tingled and then she was pulling me out
of the water, leading me back ashore. She spread a blanket in the sand and kissed
me down onto it, pulling me close so we were belly to belly. The sun was high
and hot but the breeze was cool on our water-beaded skin. Our breasts touched,
nipples kissing, legs entwined.

“Oh
God, Gretchen, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Her lips traced the line of
my collarbone and the hand at my waist slipped up over my ribs to cup my
breast, her thumb grazing my hard nipple, making me moan.

“Me
too,” I whispered, unable to resist, dipping my head low to bury my face in her
breasts.

I
pressed them together with my hands, licking the water off her skin, tasting
her nipples, dark, fat coins, the skin around them dimpled. Carrie bit her lip,
head thrown back, hand in my wet hair, keeping me stuck fast, but I didn’t
care. I could have suffocated and drowned in her cleavage and I would have died
happy. My pussy beat a rhythm between my legs, faster and faster, matching the
thud of my heart.

“Give
me that beautiful pussy,” she urged, cupping her hand over my mound, making me
moan and rock against her. “Let me taste you.”

I
let her roll me to my back, so hot for her I could barely stand it.  I
spread my thighs, watching her tongue snake up one, then the other, as she
settled herself on the blanket between my legs. She rubbed her nose against the
little bit of blond hair I’d left at the top of my cleft, breathing me in. My
pussy was still beaded with water and her mouth was on fire when it covered my
clit.

“Oh
God, Mrs…” I stopped when her head came up and I laughed. “Sorry, Carrie… I
have to get used to… Oh! Oh! Yes!”

Her
tongue lapped my pussy, up and down, her soft moans making me shiver as she
grabbed my hips in her hands, red painted nails digging into my ass. She held
me tight, mouth secured over my pussy, eyes never leaving mine. The sound of
the waves, a sweet, steady rhythm, accompanied the hot sound of her fingers,
slowly sliding in and out of my wetness, moving faster, faster, as I got closer
to orgasm.

“You’re
going to make me come,” I whimpered, my hands in her wet hair, my clit pulsing
against the velvet press of her tongue. “Oh please make me come.”

“Mmmm!”
She licked me even faster, tongue like a little whirlwind, a pleasure tornado,
and I cried out, my hips rising up to meet her.

“Oh
now!” I cried out, an earthquake rocking me, shaking my limbs, quaking me to my
core. I came and came, twisting and writhing on the blanket in the sand.

“Oh
sweetheart.” Carrie kissed my thighs, my vulva, making me whimper and cover my
mound with my hand. “More?”

She
nudged my hand aside with her nose, licking up and down my now sopping slit.

“I
want you.” I reached for her and she came to me, kissing me fully on the mouth,
letting me taste myself on her tongue. I sucked at it, eager for more. I loved
the taste of my own pussy, but I wanted to taste her.

“Sit
on my face,” I urged. “Please.”

She
smiled against my lips, slowly sitting up on me, straddling first my crotch,
rubbing her mound against mine, our eyes locked. Then she worked her way up, over
my belly, kneeling up until she was poised over my face, giving me a full view
of her, heavy breasts and completely shaved pussy. She was all long, tawny
limbs, velvet skin, with a soft, pink center. I parted her lips with my
fingers, my mouth watering at the sight of her beautiful pussy, like spongy,
wet coral.

“Ohhhhh
Gretchen!” She moaned when I ran a finger up and down her slit.

I
could smell her musk, feel the heat of her pussy on my face, her body radiating
like a furnace. I took her full hips in my hands, slowly pulling her toward me,
and she followed, lowering her pussy onto my face. The taste and smell of her
was heady, my tongue tracing the hot maze of her cunt, searching for her clit.
She cried out when I found it and I watched her cup those gorgeous, weighty
breasts in her hands, pulling and twisting her nipples.

“Fuck
me,” she urged, rocking her hips. “Put your fingers in.”

I
stroked her slit, sweetly slick and yielding. She ground her hips onto my
fingers, rubbing her pussy against my face in easy circles, eyes half closed,
mouth half open, face awash with pleasure
. Everything
about her was carnal and my own pussy ached, wanting more and more of her. I
couldn’t get enough. I fingered her, following the rhythm of her hips, the rock
and roll of her body, stroking in and out, faster, faster, listening to the
surge of her breath, the rise of her moans.

“Oh
faster, baby,” she begged, tugging her nipples, shimmying back and forth
against my tongue. “Lick it faster! I’m gonna come! All over your face!
Ohhhhh!”

Her
climax was magnificent. I grabbed her hips and held her to me as Carrie threw
her head back and howled, like a wolf at the moon, only her orb was the sun
high above. She was a bronze goddess coming all over my face, drowning me in
ambrosia and I fastened my mouth to her and sucked it out like the sweetest
syrup. She was sticky and hot and I swallowed her, my tongue searching for
more.

“Oh
God.” She panted, hands moving slowly down her ribs to her hips, covering my
hands with hers. “That was fucking amazing.”

“More?”
I nuzzled her slit with my nose, making her gasp and shift back, looking down
and meeting my eyes.

“You
want more?” She ran a thumb over my juiced-up lips.

“Yes!”
I nodded, eager.

“My
husband has a beautiful cock.” She smiled. “And he’s very, very good with it.”

“Don’t
tease me.” I moaned, licking at her thumb, her fingers moving over my lips.

“I’m
not.” Her gaze shifted from me to the house and back again. “Look.”

I
squinted, turning my head, looking back. At first I couldn’t see anything
because of the sun’s glare on the sliding door, but then I caught a glimpse of
movement. Doc was standing there, completely nude, holding his hard dick in his
hand. He was watching us, slowly pumping his gorgeous cock.

“Doc…”
I whispered.

He
opened the sliding door, coming out and closing it behind him. I stared up,
feeling my belly burn at the sight of him, at the way he looked down at me, at
his wife.

“Hey,
handsome.” Mrs. B licked her lips. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Immensely.”
His cock was fisted in his hand. “Can’t you tell?”

“Baby
sleeping?” she asked.

“We’re
all alone.” He put the baby monitor on the table. “Ready for some company?”

“Yes!”
I cried, so enthusiastically they both laughed.

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…”