Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

I sat up and glanced in the vanity mirror, my hair a dark bed-head cloud. I smoothed it, rubbing my eyes, and stood, grabbing onto the edge of the bed. My thighs were sore, and between my legs was a little sore, too. How many times did we-? I touched myself down there, feeling the slickness of my juices and Doc’s cum. How many times did he-? I lifted it to my fingers, smelling it, and then licked it. It was a taste I was growing to like.

Heading toward my room, I saw the bathroom door open and heard their voices. The shower was still running, and Mrs. B was talking.

“We can’t stay any longer, Doc. Christmas is just around the corner, and I know she’s got school starting up again.”

I edged toward the door, seeing the steam buildup near the ceiling.

Doc sighed. “Maybe we can come out for winter break in February?”

“Maybe.” I could see Mrs. B’s curvy form behind the clear shower curtain, her hands moving over her breasts and down her belly. “I guess we’ll see.”

“My winter break starts February twenty-first,” I volunteered from the doorway, surprised at my own candor.

Doc poked his dark, wet head around the curtain, giving me a smile. “Hey there, sleepyhead. Wanna join us?”

“I definitely need a shower.” I stepped toward him, noticing the way his eyes moved over my body as he held the curtain open for me.

“There’s our girl.” Mrs. B held out her hand to me. I stepped between them, the hot water making me wince a little as I got used to the temperature. “Sleep well?”

I flushed, remembering how many times we’d been up together during the night. “When I was sleeping… yeah.”

She smiled and I felt Doc move in closer behind me, pressing me into Mrs. B’s curves. Putting her arms around my waist, she pulled me in, rubbing her soft belly against mine. I closed my eyes at the sensation, tilting my head back a little and getting my hair wet under the showerhead.

“Want me to wash it?” Mrs. B volunteered, already pushing the shampoo button. They had those automatic dispensers in the shower.

I turned for her, facing Doc and feeling her fingers massaging my scalp. He just watched, a small smile playing on his lips, but when she tilted my head forward to do the back, I saw his cock was pointing straight at me. Even after the more than satisfying night before, the sight of it still thrilled me. I reached out and slid my hand around the head, moving my thumb over the mushroom-like tip.

“Maybe I should wash the rest of you?” Doc offered, his voice low as he pumped some soap into his hands. They had an automatic dispenser for that, too.

Mrs. B grabbed the shower massage and had me tilt my head back so she could rinse my hair. Doc’s hands moved over my neck and shoulders, his big palms rubbing and massaging. I moaned out loud, feeling an instant sense of my body relaxing under his touch. I hadn’t known any of my muscles were tight.

He massaged all the way down my arms to my fingertips and then turned me to face Mrs. B, working his thumbs and palms down my back. Mrs. B stepped in close and I leaned my head on her shoulder as Doc made his way over my hips and ass. His hands were large and firm, and I didn’t know how clean I was getting, but it felt fantastic.

Mrs. B was pressing into me, too, her breasts slippery against mine, her smooth thigh sliding between my legs. I let her support me, wrapping my arms around her as Doc’s hands made their way down my sore legs. The muscles there actually quivered under his fingers as he worked his way from my knees up my inner thighs.

“Turn around,” Doc said, and I did, leaning back against Mrs. B who was kissing and sucking on my neck, giving me goose bumps even in the warmth of the shower.

I watched his eyes moving down my body with his hands, soaping up my breasts, massaging them, too, tweaking my nipples and making them hard. His fingers worked over my ribcage, my waist, pressing in at my hips and pelvis, and then reached between my legs.

“Easy,” I murmured, wincing. “I’m a little sore.” I felt Mrs. B’s chuckle more than heard it as she slid her hands around me now, cupping my breasts.

“Poor Ronnie.” Doc slid his soapy fingers between my tender lips. In spite of the slight soreness, his fingers felt good, rubbing back and forth over my swollen pussy and I couldn’t help responding with a little moan. He grabbed the shower massage Mrs. B put back, turning it onto my pussy and making it pulse.

“Oh!” My head went back onto Mrs. B’s shoulder. She made a little “mmm” sound as she rolled my nipples in her fingers. Doc focused it right on my clit, the water pumping hard as he pressed it in. He moved closer, pinning me between them, his mouth finding mine, the water still rushing between my legs, making me quiver.

His cock was hard against my thigh and I grabbed it, pulling on it, and he groaned into my mouth, his tongue finding mine as he turned the shower massage even higher. That was too much, and in just a few seconds, I was gasping with my orgasm, sucking his tongue into my mouth and pumping his cock as I came, feeling Mrs. B’s full, slick, slippery body behind me as I rocked.

He turned the shower massage off, and then the water. Mrs. B held me, kissed me, her mouth soft and warm as I turned to kiss her back, my hands moving up her ribcage to her breasts. I loved the weight of them, how they burst out of my fingertips no matter how I held them.

Doc pulled the shower curtain open, grabbing a towel and drying himself off as he watched us. Mrs. B was lifting her breast for me to kiss and lick and suck and I did, making her moan and loving the sound.

“God you two are so beautiful together,” he murmured, and I glanced over at him, seeing his hand moving over his stiff cock out of the corner of my eye. Mrs. B lifted the other breast and pressed them together, pointing the nipples towards each other. I could lick them both at once that way, and I did, hearing her groan and watching her eyes close, her head go back.

I loved the sound of her pleasure and it made me want to taste her, to lick her until toes and fists curled and she shuddered under my mouth. She pulled me up to her and we kissed again, her tongue exploring, searching.

Doc pulled us out of the shower, giving us towels, and we dried each other, still stopping to kiss. Then we were belly to belly again, her leg wrapped around me, her foot hooked behind my knee, the soft cries and whimpers we made echoing the softness of our bodies rubbing together.

“Look.” Doc came to stand next to us, nudging us toward the sinks. There was a long mirror there, and we were all reflected in it, Doc behind me and Mrs. B. “Look how beautiful you two are together.”

We looked at each other in the mirror, Mrs. B and I, our eyes meeting and smiling. Doc’s hands moved down our backs, over our asses, squeezing, looking in the mirror at us and shaking his head. I think it thrilled him more than it did us, because we turned together again, kissing and touching each other while he watched.

Mrs. B spread a towel up on the counter and slid onto it, pulling me between her legs. I kissed her again and she breathed me in, her tongue flicking over the tip of mine, and I knew the motion already, knew exactly what she was suggesting and wanted. I kissed my way down over her shoulders, licking away some of the water still beaded there, and then cupped her breasts in my hands.

I couldn’t resist them on the way down and she moaned when I pressed them together, just like she had, making the nipples touch so I could lick them both. Doc watched, leaning back against the counter, his cock hard in his fist and I smiled over at him in mid-lick and then sucked both of her nipples into my mouth.

“Oh!” she cried, going back onto her elbows.