by Selena Kitt
“Really?” She hesitated, licking the top edge of her wine cooler bottle, her tongue a soft, velvet pink. The sight of it made my ass clench. If there was a God, I was going to hell for what I was thinking about her.
“I don’t think they have sex at all anymore.”
She gaped at me. “I can’t even imagine…”
“I can’t either.” I snorted. “You know, Mrs. B…”
She raised her eyebrows, tipping her bottle at me, and I remembered.
“Carrie…” I corrected myself. “You and Doc have been so good to me. I can’t even thank you enough for everything you’ve done.”
“You don’t have to thank us, Gretchen.” She reached over, touching my hand, taking it in hers. “The kids love you. We love you. You’re part of our family, you know.”
“Thanks. That means a lot. I love you guys too.” My God, if she only knew how much. “It just… it really hit home, after seeing her again. I could still be there, in that house, living with that. It wasn’t easy.”
“I know, you haven’t had it easy.” Mrs. B squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t feel sorry for myself.” I shrugged. “I count my blessings, and I’m glad I’m here with you. I just want you to know that I won’t… I won’t do anything to jeopardize this. It’s important to me. With the Holmes’ it was just a job. This is more than just a job to me.”
“Gretchen, you’re more than just a nanny to us,” she assured me, leaning closer. Her cleavage was showing, her blouse undone three delicious buttons. “And there will be a time, soon, when we can be… more than just friends. More than just family.”
I felt her knee touch mine under the table and shivered. We both knew what she meant.
“I hope so.” I swallowed, daring to say it. Daring to say her name and mean it. “I love you, Carrie.”
“Oh sweetheart, I love you too.” She smiled, lifting my hand and kissing my palm, closing it around her kiss. “More than you know.”
Mrs. Holmes picked up the kids, as promised, about an hour later. They were literally bouncing off the walls by that time. Henry was actually careening like a pinball around the house and he bolted for the door when he heard the knock.
“I didn’t feed them,” Mrs. B said, handing her the overnight bags. “I hope that’s okay?”
“Oh they’ll get plenty,” Maureen assured her. “Corn dogs and elephant ears and all that deep fried awful fair food. They’re not allergic to anything, are they?”
I saw her new nanny, corralling Rebecca and Isaac as they ran around in the yard at the front of the house. She was very plain, brown hair pulled back in ponytail, dark eyes, wearing a long sleeved blouse and long cotton skirt, even in this heat.
“Nope, no allergies,” Mrs. B said. “Go crazy. Do we need to send them with any money?”
“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. S
he 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.
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. Sho
w 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.