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All excerpts below are from Babysitting the Baumgartners, available on the following:
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Ronnie (Sara Luvv) and Mrs. B (Anikka Albrite) bathroom scene…
“What are you doing?” I watched as she started the water in the tub instead of the shower.
“I thought a bath would be nice.” She sat on the edge and felt the water. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, the full, lush brown curves, the way her hair shone even when it was wet. “Don’t you think?”
“Sure.” I leaned against the counter and watched as she took a lighter and started illuminating candles all around the tub. When she was finished, she said, “Turn out the light, would you?” I complied, the room going from stark to warm immediately, the candles casting shadow circles on the ceiling.
“What’s that?” I watched her pour something from a bottle into the water.
“Bubble bath.” She let the tub fill and went out to get us towels. I sat on the edge of the tub, trailing my hand in the warmth and stirring the bubbles around. The scent of lavender filled the room. I didn’t say anything when she got a new disposable razor from the drawer and set it on the lip of the tub, but my pussy responded, remembering the last time she’d shaved me down there.
“Come on.” She slid past me and stepped over the edge into the half-full tub. I swung my legs over, slipping down into the warm water with a sigh. I’d been dying to soak in this tub since we arrived, but I hadn’t ever imagined I’d be doing it with Mrs. B!
“Let’s get washed,” she murmured into my hair, sitting up in the big tub and reaching for a bottle of shampoo. I closed my eyes and let her scrub and rinse my hair, and then did the same for her, the blonde mass over her shoulders spilling like wet waves of gold. Then she found the soap. It was the moisturizing kind, and she grabbed a scrubby, pouring some on and lathering it up.
“Turn around.” She twirled her finger at me. I obeyed, looking at her over my shoulder as she moved my hair aside and started scrubbing my back. The rough yet smooth texture of the cloth felt good, and her hands felt even better as her palms traced everywhere it had been, as if she were smoothing the way.
She turned me toward her, then, moving it down over my shoulders, over my breasts, having me kneel up so she could do my belly. Then she wanted me to stand, and the rough cloth moved over my thighs, between my legs, making me moan a little and spread for her.
“Good.” She moved it gently between my lips, her eyes on mine. “Turn around and bend over.”
“But—” There was no real protest left in me. I turned, putting my palms on the edge of the tub, bending over and spreading my legs. I felt her working the cloth over my hips and my ass, her hands following.
“Oh!” I cried when she slipped it between my ass cheeks, scrubbing a little there, moving it over my pussy. “What—?”
“Shhh.” Her hand moved there, down the crack, her finger probing at the tender, virgin hole of my ass. I winced, feeling her slip a finger inside to the first knuckle, turning and pushing and then pulling back out.
Doc (Mick Blue) and Ronnie (Sara Luvv) in the kitchen…
“How’d you sleep, Ronnie?” Doc came into the kitchen wearing just a pair of swim trunks, and I noticed how tanned and broad his back was as he bent down to look into the fridge.
“Good,” I replied over my cup of coffee. Janie and Henry chewed mouthfuls of Cocoa Crispies and Fruity Pebbles, each reading their respective boxes with a measure of concentration I only saw when they stared at the TV. “How about you?”
“Great.” He shut the fridge and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing a banana off the counter. “Hey, you want one of these?”
I stared at the banana in his hand and then met his eyes, swallowing and nodding. “Sure.”
“Where’s Mrs. B?” I took the banana from him and ignored the tingling feeling I got when his hand brushed mine.
“Getting her suit on.” He took a big bite of his banana and chewed. ““You can get some more sun.”
He took another bite as he watched me peel my banana.
“Yep.” I bit the inside of my cheek, avoiding his eyes, but I felt them on me. I deliberately slipped the top of the banana between my lips, licking the tip and glancing at him before taking a small bite. I heard his breath catch and tried not to smile.
He chuckled as the peach juice filled my cupped hand and he tore off a paper towel, handing it to me. I reached for it, but he pulled his hand back with a grin.
“Hey!” I swallowed my next bite of peach. I couldn’t stop eating it. My stomach was protesting too loudly. “Gimme that.”
“Come get it.” He held it above his head.
“Doc!” I reached for it, but he was much too tall for me. I jumped once, trying to grab it and he laughed, keeping it just high enough that I couldn’t quite get it.
“You’re enjoying this!” I made a face at him.
He laughed again. “Hell yeah, I am.”
Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me close, his mouth covering mine. It felt strange, standing in the kitchen and kissing this way with Mrs. B sleeping upstairs. He licked at my lips, my chin, my neck where all the peach juice had spread.
“Doc…”
His mouth reached the hollow of my throat, lapping at the sweetness there.
“Hmm?” His tongue was dipping below the neckline of the t-shirt, his hands lifting it in back.
“I’m still hungry,” I protested with a laugh, pushing at him with one hand, my other still holding the dripping peach.
He groaned, looking at me and licking his lips. “Me, too. And you’re sweet.”
He looked over at me, smiling but there was something else there, and then asked casually, “Are you okay?”
The question stopped me. I didn’t know how to answer—I didn’t know the answer.
“I think so.” I filled a glass with milk and took a long drink. He bit into his sandwich, still standing at the counter, just watching me.
“If you’re not, will you tell me?” He swallowed. I noticed some mustard at the corner of his mouth. Somehow his question made me feel warm and soft in the middle.
“Yeah.” I nodded, reaching out and touching the dab of mustard with my finger. “You’ve got something—”
He caught my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist. I smiled, and he kissed up a little higher, and higher still, his eyes on mine.
“Now, I’m hungry.” His voice was low as he kissed his way back down my neck, lifting my t-shirt, and I let him pull it off over my head.
“God you’re something.” He looked at me for a moment, shaking his head a little and smiling. The he grabbed my bottom and lifted me, squealing, to the opposite counter, setting me up on it.
“Spread it for me.” His breath was hot against my mound. Biting my lip, I did as I was told, reaching down and opening my lips with two fingers. He made an “mmm” sound and looked up at me.
“Show me,” he said. “Play with your pussy.”
I slipped my finger over to my clit, rubbing it a little, pressing the hood up and down, back and forth. It was only a few moments before everything there began to tingle and I was making a soft “mmm” sound, too.
“My turn.” He licked my swollen lips, up one side, then the other, teasing me at the top of the cleft, pulling on the skin with his tongue but not touching my clit.
I slid my hands over my breasts, my nipples so hard they felt hot under my fingers as I rolled and tugged on them, sending sweet waves of extra pleasure down to the spot that Doc was licking with his tongue. He moved it around and around at first—fat, lazy circles that made me moan and press my feet into his shoulders.
Then his fingers moved inside of me, twisting, searching, exploring the smooth, tight walls of my pussy. His mouth covered my clit, his tongue doing that fast flutter back and forth that I had learned to love so much, and I wondered if Mrs. B liked it, too, or if she had told him about it. Then I couldn’t think at all anymore as turned his fingers in me, palm up, and crooked them, like he had earlier when he told me to “come here.”
At first, there was just the pressure of his fingers, stroking there inside of me as his mouth covered my mound, his tongue working between my legs. Then it felt like I had to pee and I tried to make him stop, wiggling and squirming, but he wouldn’t let me go, he just kept on and on, harder, even, rubbing that spot deep inside me as he licked my clit.
“Doc!” I felt something coming and I was almost scared by the intensity of it. He made a noise in his throat, his eyes on mine, nodding against me as his tongue moved faster still, his fingers inside me digging deeper, rubbing, rubbing, until I thought I would die.
“Oh fuck!” I nearly screamed it as something let go, completely let go, and I was coming buckets, flooding him with my juices as my pussy spasmed around his fingers, trying to draw him in deeper. My clit was just a hot, throbbing button of pleasure sending waves through me until my limbs felt weak and trembling with it.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, looking down at him, my climax still pulsing through my body. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
I gasped when he stood, and I saw the front of him was soaked, just covered with me. I looked at him in horror, covering my mouth.
“It’s okay.” He pulled me close and I wrapped myself around him. “That’s supposed to happen.”
“It is?” I looked up at him, doubtful. He nodded, kissing me, and I could taste my pussy and something else, something sweet.
“I told you I was hungry.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me in toward the bulge in his crotch. His boxers were still on and I reached down between us, feeling the lump of hard heat there.
“I want to fuck you!” he growled and I nodded, standing, my hand reaching for his cock again, wanting it.
“Where?” I looked around.
“Right fucking here!” He turned me and pressed my belly into the counter.
I didn’t have time to think as he parted my lips with the fat head of his cock from behind, forcing his way through my wet flesh. I gripped the edge of the counter to keep my balance as he started to fuck me, his cock slamming into me, his fingers digging into my hips.
“God, I love your tight little cunt!” He groaned, fucking me a little deeper, using his legs to come up into me at an angle, making me squeal. The sound of his words were like music, and it made my body sing.
“Fuck me, Doc!” I pressed my cheek to the counter, letting him take me.
“Say it again.” He grunted, moving his hips in small circles now, staying deep, rubbing the swollen head of his cock somewhere in my depths.
“Oh God!” I cried, going up on my tiptoes, spreading as wide as I could to take him and still wanting more. “Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me, hard!’
“Good girl!” he growled, and he did fuck me harder, and I didn’t even know he could, his cock pistoning into my pussy, his pelvis slapping fast against my ass, making my breath hitch.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I cried, over and over, feeling him filling me, stretching me open, his cock spearing into my slick, aching tunnel and still I held on, squeezing him, wanting more, wanting it to go on and on.
“Come on, baby.” He reached under and found my clit, making me whimper. “Do it for me, Ronnie.”
“Oh Doc!” I moaned, not able to stand against it, his fingers working me, his cock impaling me. I was lost, and I came hard, shuddering with the force of it, feeling my belly quiver and tremble against the smooth, cool counter underneath me. He rode it with me, my pussy squeezing him, threatening to swallow his shaft, until I gasped and panted under him.
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