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.