The Baumgartners Plus One

“Pretty tattoo,” I murmured, using my fingernail to trace the lines of the Chinese characters. “What does it mean?”

She slowed, looking bemused as she stared down at me. “Love is pain.”

I nodded, rubbing my thumb there. “Ain’t that the truth.”

“Yeah.” Tiffany suddenly felt real in my arms as she leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, sweet kiss, and I opened my mouth under the gentle press of her tongue. I heard Doc moan softly, watching us kiss, and felt Carrie’s hand in my hair, stroking me.

“Don’t tell,” Tiffany whispered so softly in my ear I thought I might be dreaming, but then she was kneeling between my thighs, spreading them open with her palms and pressing her face against my pussy.

“Oh god.” I moaned softly as she started using her tongue through my panties.

They were already soaked-I was so turned on I could barely think. Carrie grabbed one of my knees, pulling it back and spreading me even wider, her breath hot against my ear as she watched the little stripper working her face between my legs. Doc followed her example and grabbed my other knee, and they both held me like that, open wide for her hungry mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my head going back, my eyes closing. Her tongue lapped again and again at the crotch of my panties, teasing my clit, and I knew I couldn’t possibly stop the orgasm that was already shaking my thighs. “Oh you’re gonna make me come!”

I heard little Tiffany make a noise, her nails digging into my thighs, and that sent me over the edge. I shuddered and climaxed under the onslaught of her tongue, letting Carrie and Doc support me completely in my delirious pleasure. She came up smiling, her eyes bright.

“Don’t tell,” she said again, glancing at the dark curtain.

“No,” I gasped, shaking my head. “I won’t.”

“I think I owe you…” Doc started to reach for his wallet but Tiffany stopped him.

“It wasn’t about that.” She frowned at him but then smiled up at me. “Happy birthday, Danielle.”

I sat up, closing my legs, my ears still ringing. “Thank you, Tiffany.”

“Lynn.” She stood, her fingers rubbing at her tattoo. I don’t even think she knew she was doing it. “My name is Lynn.”

And then she was gone, grabbing her dress off the floor and heading through the black curtain toward the back of the club.

“Oh my god.” Carrie slid her arms around my neck, nuzzling my cheek. “Wow.”

“Does that happen every time?” I gasped.

Doc laughed. “Hardly.”

“Happy birthday.” Carrie kissed me softly, reminding me just exactly what I was doing here, between them. I felt Doc’s hand moving over my thigh, his arm slipping around my waist.

“Okay, you can take me home and give me my real present now.” I looked back and forth between them.

“Your real present?” Doc raised an eyebrow and then groaned when I slipped my hand down to his crotch and squeezed. His eyes brightened. “Are you sure?”

I felt the hard throb of his cock and rubbed him through the material. “How fast can you drive?”

“Faster than you can say ‘yes.’”

“Y-” He cut the word off with a hard, probing kiss, and then we were out of there, just as fast as he had promised. I don’t remember the ride home. I vaguely remember riding between them, Carrie’s hand up my skirt, mine in Doc’s lap, distracting him. But he managed to make it without killing us, pulling up to the apartment and quickly killing the engine.

“No running away.” Carrie grabbed my hand as we got out of the car and I smiled, but there was no escaping anyway. They had me between them before we even got to the bedroom, Carrie kissing me up against the front closet door, sliding her thigh between mine, Doc behind, his hands moving over both of us at once.

“Oh god!” I cried when Carrie dropped to her knees and shoved my skirt up over my hips, burying her face between my legs. First she licked me like Tiffany had, right through my panties, and the sensation coupled with the memory was almost enough to make me come right then.

“Lick it,” Doc instructed her, reaching down to lift one of my legs, holding me open for her and pulling my panties aside. “Bury your face in her, baby.”

Carrie moaned and did just as he asked, her eyes wide and wanting as she looked up at us both. I could feel the steel press of Doc’s hard cock against my ass and I rocked back against him and onto Carrie’s eager tongue, both together, back and forth, the pleasure increasing with every motion.

“Oh please!” I arched, feeling my knees beginning to go, but it didn’t matter because Doc held me up, his fingers spreading my pussy wide for his wife’s lashing tongue “Make me come! Oh! Ohhhh!”

Carrie covered my pussy with her mouth and sucked. That did it, the instant change in sensation from licking to suction, and I buried my hands in her hair, rubbing my pussy all over her face and tongue as I came. Doc held me up as I quivered in his arms, too breathless to speak.

“Time for a bed,” he insisted, reaching around and lifting me off the ground entirely, carrying me to the bedroom while Carrie followed behind.

He sat me on the bed and I leaned back on my elbows. We stayed that way for a minute, the Baumgartners looking down at me and me looking up at them, their hands in my hair, running over my shoulders, my breasts. I’d lost my heels somewhere, probably during our interlude in the living room, and I put my bare feet up on the bed and let my legs fall open.

“What am I going to do with you two?” Doc groaned at the sight, my panties still pulled aside, my pussy wet from Carrie’s attention.

His wife leaned over to kiss him. I saw their tongues and the way she squeezed his crotch before whispering, “Everything,” into his ear.

I tugged at Carrie’s skirt- off-and she obliged, letting Doc unzip it before she slid it down her hips. She was undressed completely when she crawled into bed and she started to take my clothes off too as Doc watched. He peeled off his shirt and I admired the sight of him as Carrie unhooked my bra and tossed it on the floor with the rest of our clothes. All that was left was my panties.

“I want your tongue,” Carrie murmured, hooking her thumbs in the elastic of my underwear and sliding them down my thighs. “I want to come in your mouth.”

“Sit on my face.” I reached for her and she came to me, leaving the last vestige of our clothes on the floor as she straddled my head. The smell of her was incredible and I wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her down so she was spread wide, her pussy mashed against my tongue.

“You like watching, Doc?” Carrie asked, looking over her shoulder at him. I couldn’t see much out of the corner of my eye, but he was still standing next to the bed, his pants and boxers down, his cock fisted in his hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed. I felt a hand on my thigh and knew it was his.

“Her tongue feels so good.” Carrie faced the headboard, gripping it as she rocked against my mouth and I drank her in as deeply as I could, lapping up her juices, all the way down her slit and back up to the top of her cleft. “Oh god, Doc, her sweet little mouth…”

“Her pussy’s sweet too,” Doc countered and I moaned when I felt his fingers slipping through the wetness between my thighs. “So smooth. Oh Dani, god, I want to fuck you.”

“Do it!” I took my mouth off Carrie’s mound just long enough to gasp the words.

“Fuck me!”

Doc groaned and climbed up onto the bed, parting my thighs with his big hands. I let him push my knees way back, drowning in Carrie’s wetness all over my face. I could tell she was about to come by the sounds she made, the way her legs started to shake.

“Oh wait!” Carrie cried, slipping a hand behind my head and shoving my face against her cunt. Her clit was hiding again and I sucked at it, feeling her shudder and buck. “Oh fuck! Coming! Oh god!” I squeezed her hips, keeping her pressed hard against my face, my tongue working against her quivering clit until she starting begging me to stop.

“Wait! Wait!” She panted, sliding back, away from my eager mouth.

“More.” I searched her wetness with my fingers, feeling her tremble.