Hardcore

Keywords: Baumgartners, Babysitting, 09, the, Ch.,

I never told anyone about what happened with the Baumgartners—maybe I just couldn't make it come out in a way that didn't sound sordid. I tried, a few times, but never quite got the right words. I didn't know how to convey all of the feelings underneath, how huge it all seemed, not just enormous, but titanic. I didn't have words big to contain it.

I felt like that when the secret finally came out between us, the moment that Doc crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed where Mrs. B and I were laying. The jig was up, the game was over, it was all clear from that moment on what we were doing and what we intended to do.

And there weren't words then at first, either. I don't know how that happened, but I remember that we didn't talk. Mrs. B and I snuggled on the bed while we watched him undress. I loved hearing the sound of his belt buckle being undone and would forever get wet when I heard that sound followed by a fast zipper on a pair of tight jeans.

I fit my head under Mrs. B's chin and traced figure 8's around her navel while Doc pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it in the pile with his jeans and his boxer briefs, and then he was with us, between us, a warm, solid presence that our eyes met and smiled over as we cuddled on the bed.

I felt shy now, a little awkward, not knowing how to proceed, what to say, and so I didn't say anything. I just let it all flow, and that's exactly what happened. Mrs. B was humming something—she did that a lot, little snippets of songs—and Doc was stroking her hair, and then he was stroking mine, too, petting us both, making us purr.

I started humming along, following the motion of Mrs. B's fingers as she traced circles on Doc's belly. Our circles grew closer until our fingers touched, and then our hands touched, and then our mouths touched as we leaned in to kiss each other over him. I felt his hand in my hair, and I saw his hand in hers, and then he was touching my shoulder, my arm, his fingers light and tender over my skin.

Mrs. B moaned against my mouth and I saw Doc's hand cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple, making it hard. Watching him do that while she began to breathe harder against the soft curve of my neck, her lips sucking and nibbling there, made me feel faint. His hand was still rubbing slowly up and down my arm and I turned my head and put it against Mrs. B's shoulder, feathering kisses there as my eyes met Doc's. He was watching, his eyes moving over both of us like he couldn't take in enough.

I glanced down at where he was cupping Mrs. B's breast, the flesh overflowing his fingers, and I reached for his other hand, the one caressing my shoulder, and placed it over my little breast. He smiled, his palm moving over my flesh, lifting it and letting it fall. I moaned when he starting thumbing my nipple, too, the sensation riding every nerve pathway that ended at my throbbing clit.

With a sigh and whimper, I nuzzled Mrs. B's neck, and we were licking and sucking and gently biting each other, my dark hair tangling with her blonde mane, a cloud of still-damp softness. That's when I saw that Mrs. B had her hand wrapped around Doc's hard cock. She was squeezing and tugging it, real easy and slow. Fascinated, I watched, seeing how red the tip was already, how it throbbed in her hand.

Her mouth found mine again and we kissed, pressing in a little closer over Doc's chest, our breasts touching. I moaned when I felt him rubbing our nipples together, my little pink point and her thick, brown bud kissing just like we were, lost in sensation. I squirmed and sucked at Mrs. B's tongue and she teased me, pulling it back and then letting me have it again.

Then Mrs. B broke the kiss and gave me that little half-smile, leaning over and kissing the dark line of hair that ran from Doc's navel down to his crotch. I watched, biting my lip as she kissed the tip of his cock. His hand was still cupping my breast, teasing my nipple. I glanced at him, then at her, wanting and not knowing how to say it or what to do.

Mrs. B's mouth slid around the head, making Doc groan and shift a little, his thigh moving against mine. She smiled at me, a thin strand of saliva running from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, and crooked her finger in a "come here" gesture. I slid down the bed next to her and Doc made room between his legs for the both of us, his eyes moving between our faces.

She didn't say anything, but she offered his cock to me, and I couldn't help remembering the first day I saw it—Doc stroking it out on the balcony while he watched us lying topless on the beach together. I never thought then that I would be doing this now, but here I was, leaning in to kiss the head, running my tongue around the ridge, my pussy clenching when Doc moaned and looked at me like I was a dream.

Mrs. B put her head next to mine, our eyes meeting over her husband's engorged cock, and then she was kissing me around it, our lips on the swollen head, our tongues searching for each other. Doc moaned again and I felt his hand in my hair as Mrs. B slowly stroked his shaft while our mouths worked over the glans. We were both tugging on it, sucking it, fighting over it, like two kittens with a new toy.

I found myself greedy, aching to feel him fully in my mouth and nudged her out of the way, taking his cock down my throat. He gasped and I looked up at him as I swallowed more, and more still, hearing Mrs. B chuckle, her tongue moving at the base of him and then lower, down to his balls. Fascinated, I watched her lick and suck them as Doc pressed me lower onto his cock. He was thick and throbbing and I loved the velvety feel of his skin against my tongue.

Mrs. B was cupping his balls, rolling them in her hands, her eyes on me as she sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. I watched, wide-eyed, as I came up on Doc's shaft, licking just around the head, teasing it with my tongue.

"Wanna try?" Mrs. B asked, her voice low, a little throaty, holding his sac up, offering it to me. Nodding, I slid down fully, my tongue running over the soft, ridged skin while she grabbed and squeezed his cock. Doc shaved down there and the skin was completely smooth. I heard him whisper something, but I couldn't make out the words, although I could tell they were full of pleasure and that thrilled me.

His balls were getting tighter, drawing up closer to his body as Mrs. B continued to stroke him, making them harder to suck into my mouth and roll around with my tongue. I nibbled a little on the skin and Doc jumped, his eyes wide as he looked down at me.

"Sorry," I whispered, biting my lip.

He smiled and crooked his finger at me like she had. "Come here."

I crawled up onto him and he pulled me in against his chest, grabbing my ass with his hand. "Maybe you deserve a spanking?"

"Doc!" I cried, laughing when his hand slapped my ass. It stung a little, but then he was kissing me and I was lost in it, his tongue seeking mine, his cock hard against my thigh, Mrs. B's hand still moving it up and down.

"Did you like my cock in your mouth?" he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek, my neck, sending shivers through me.

"Yes," I whispered back, feeling his fingers tugging at my nipple again, making me squirm.

"Do you want to feel it in your little pussy?" he murmured, sliding his hand down over my belly, his palm cupping my soft, shaved mound.

Moaning, I rocked against him and whispered, "Yes."

He chuckled, parting my flesh there, slipping one of his big fingers between my lips. I was soaking wet and he slid easily through, finding my clit and petting it.

"Tell me," he said, meeting my eyes.

I hesitated, looking down at Mrs. B, who was still stroking him as she watched us, her breasts swaying prettily to the rhythm. Then I looked back at him, feeling shy and shaking my head as I bit my lip.

He smiled again, teasing me. "Go on... say it... 'I want you to fuck me.'"

"Doc!" I gasped, feeling his finger slip in me now, exploring the soft, smooth walls inside. "Please."

"Do you like that?" he asked, pushing his fingers deeper. I moaned, nodding, hiding my blush against his neck. He pressed another one in, stretching me wider, making me gasp and wriggle on top of him. "Not as good as a nice big cock, though, is it?"

"No," I whispered, my hands clutching his shoulders as he began to finger me in earnest, using the force of his arm to shove them up inside of me. I slid my thighs open wider, making room, wanting more. "Oh, god... Doc, please!'

"Come on," he said, sliding out from under me. I sat up, watching as he leaned over and kissed Mrs. B, their tongues meeting, her hand going behind his head to pull him in deeper. She still had his cock in her hand.

He looked over at me, his eyes moving up and down my body, hungry. "Did you like licking Carrie's pussy?"

I still couldn't get used to her as 'Carrie,' but I nodded, my eyes meeting Mrs. B's as I remembered the taste of her, the soft pink flesh melting in my mouth, the way she moaned and shook and thrust.

"You want some more?" he asked with a smile, reaching down and spreading Mrs. B open wide. She groaned, spreading her thighs, letting him slide the fingers that had just been inside of me up into her pussy.

"Yes," I whispered, feeling that familiar ache between my legs as I watched him fuck her with his fingers.

"Lie down, baby," Doc whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. She did as she was told, lying on her back sideways on the bed next to me, giving me a smile. She was close enough to touch me, and she did, reaching out and cupping my cheek with her palm, her slender fingers moving over my jaw and then down my shoulder.

"Isn't she beautiful, Doc?" Mrs. B murmured, her fingertips brushing my nipple, sending a wave of heat through me.

"Beyond," he replied, his cock in his own hand now as he watched us.

Mrs. B's fingers roamed further down and I opened my legs for her as she slipped her fingers through my wetness. "Look, she's all smooth for you.

Keywords: Baumgartners, Babysitting, 09, the, Ch.,

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