Then Doc reached under and grabbed Dani’s hips, pulling them up so he could plunge his cock into her instead. Dani cried out, breaking the kiss, as Doc fucked her. Mrs. B’s fingers were playing with her own clit from underneath too, both women moaning and writhing on the bed, on each other, under Doc’s onslaught. First one. Then the other. Back and forth. Up and down. They were all so sweaty, panting, like animals. It made me heady with longing.
And so was I. I could barely keep myself upright, my hips thrusting forward as I fingered myself, imagining it. What if I was on top of Mrs. B? What if he had three pussies to fuck? I whimpered, trying to keep myself quiet, but it was hard. So hard.
“Oh I’m gonna come!” Mrs. B cried. Her husband’s cock was buried balls deep and he stayed there, grinding, until she screamed, calling his name, shuddering all over.
“Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Me too!” Dani gasped from beneath her, both women cheek to cheek.
Doc heard and withdrew his cock from his wife’s spasming cunt, thrusting into Dani’s, making her scream too. She climaxed, rearing up so that Mrs. B was forced to roll off onto her back on the bed, still gasping and breathless from her own orgasm.
“Jesus Christ.” Doc huffed, withdrawing slowly from Dani’s pussy, his whole crotch soaked. He was dripping sweat, his body, almost as tanned as his wife’s, glistening in the lamp light as he collapsed onto his back on the bed between his wife and Dani. His cock was still rock hard, standing straight up, and I wanted to crawl up onto the bed and take it into my mouth.
After all, both of the other two women were still recovering from their orgasms and Doc was in need of relief. I could almost taste his cum at the back of my throat. God, I wanted it. I desperately wanted it. My pussy throbbed and I strummed my aching clit, feeling my own climax coming. Soon. So very close.
But then the two women, like they had the same thought at the same time, situated themselves on either side of Doc and proceeded to kiss each other over the head of his cock. I licked my lips, brushing my nipples through my t-shirt and furiously rubbing at my clit as I watched them take turns, first Dani, then Mrs. B, sucking his cock.
“Who wants it?” Doc asked with a low growl. “Who wants my cum?”
“Me!” The both said it at the same time and he groaned, pulling Mrs. B off his cock and stroking it hard and fast, hips bucking up, the first spray hitting her cheek. Dani went right in, her tongue licking it from Mrs. B’s face as the second shot rose up like a geyser, right between them, both women fighting to cover the head of his cock, shoving his hand off, their fists encircling him, pumping, looking for more.
I moaned. I couldn’t help it. My pussy was on fire, spasming, my orgasm ripping through me, my pussy making squelching noises as I fucked myself. I ached to taste that cum in my throat, imagining all of our tongues fighting for it, licking it off each other’s faces. My pussy clenched around my fingers and I wished it was a hard cock buried deep, filling me again and again. Then I collapsed onto the carpet in the slant of light coming from the bedroom door, shaking so hard I didn’t think I could ever move on my own again.
“Such good girls,” I heard Doc murmur. “God we’ve missed you, Dani.”
I slid my hand out of my panties, lifting my fingers to my mouth to suck them. I found myself wishing it was Mrs. B’s pussy I was tasting. I wanted to know what those fat lips felt like in my mouth, her clit hard against my tongue. I could smell the heat of my own pussy mixing with the scent of their sex. God, I loved the smell of cum.
“Did you hear something?” Mrs. B asked.
My eyes flew open and I realized I could see them. Just their feet and legs-they were all in a huddle on the bed-but if they sat up, they could see me, practically passed out in the hallway, still panting from getting myself off while I watched them have sex.
I was in so much trouble.
“The kids?” Doc asked, still sounding out of breath.
“Maybe.”
I heard them shifting on the bed and sat up, glancing around. There was only one place to go. I crawled quickly into my room-thank God the door was open and the light was off-hiding behind the door. I heard someone walking down the hall.
“Gretchen?” Mrs. B called.
I closed my eyes tight, willing my heart to stop in my chest, because I was sure she could hear it beating. I held my breath, waiting to be discovered.
“Do you see them?” Doc called.
“The fire’s out. There’s no light in the tents. I think they’re sleeping,” Mrs. B called. She was in the bathroom, looking into the backyard. I heard the toilet flush, the sink running.
“Oh I need a shower,” I heard Dani say as Mrs. B went back into the bedroom.
“Mm let’s go get clean,” Doc said. “Then we can do it again and get all dirty.”
I cowered behind the bedroom door, waiting for them all to go down the hall to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the bathroom door close and the shower go on. I waited longer, counting to a hundred-Mississippi. Twice. Then I heard the sound of moaning from the bathroom and I knew the coast was really clear. They were busy again.
My pussy twinged as I hesitated outside of the bathroom door, imagining what was going on in there, but I didn’t linger long. I crept back down the stairs and outside, shutting the patio doors behind me. There was dew on the grass already and I ran through it in my bare feet in the moonlight, shivering. I peeked inside my tent, seeing Henry asleep, snoring just as loudly as he’d complained Janie did. I smiled, zipping the mosquito netting back up and checking on Janie. She was snoring too.
I climbed inside her tent, forgoing my air mattress for the night. I would tell Henry he’d been asleep when I brought out his iPod and I just decided to climb in with Janie. And no one would ever know that I’d just watched their parents have sex and masturbated until I came so hard I could barely see. No one would ever know that I’d watched them have sex with another woman and I’d wished the whole time it was me.
Chapter Four
“So when are we getting the baby?” I flipped through the racks, watching Mrs. B hold dresses up in front of herself.
“Next week.” Mrs. B met my eyes in the mirror.
Every time anyone mentioned the baby, her eyes got all dewy and shiny. They’d called last week, letting the Baumgartners know they had a baby they wanted to place with them, but it would be a few weeks, because the baby was still in the hospital. I’d gleaned most of the details from overheard conversations. The baby was a girl, three months old. She’d been taken away from her parents before, as a newborn, but she’d been returned. Now she’d been taken away for a second time, which Mrs. B said was a good sign that they wouldn’t give her back again. That meant they would probably be able to adopt her permanently.
Mrs. B was over the moon. They’d already prepared a nursery, converting Doc’s office, the room down the hall from mine. It had come together quickly, thanks to hiring a painter, a muralist and an interior decorator. Now the room was Pepto-Bismol pink with white stripes and walking into it made me a little dizzy. There was a mural on one wall of a cherry blossom branch. And Mrs. B couldn’t stop buying little girl clothes. The closet was already full of dresses.
I thought they were getting a little ahead of themselves, counting chickens before they hatched and all that-but on the other hand, I didn’t blame them. This poor little girl had been through so much already in her little life, she could use parents like the Baumgartners. I didn’t like to think about the things I’d overheard-being born drug addicted couldn’t be easy for anyone. Then came the bruises, the contusions, the burns and abrasions. And then, finally, the ultimate neglect. Leaving her in a hot car while Mom shopped at Wal-Mart.