Selena Kitt - Crazy About the Baumgartners

But I didn’t stop there.

“I want your mouth.” It wasn’t a question and he didn’t hesitate. I had to come. I’d been so fucking hot all night, dancing with Doc and Mrs. B. My pussy was on fire. And I’d been dreaming of a tongue since I watched Mrs. B lick Dani to orgasm. I settled myself down over his face.

“Mmmm.” Christian’s arms went around my hips, pulling my pussy down, parting my swollen lips with his eager tongue.

Oh hell. He was good. Really good. He teased my hole first, sucking out my juices. I heard him moan, swallowing the taste of me. Then he slipped his tongue to the top of my cleft, flicking it back and forth over the hood of my clit, teasing. I moaned and moved my hips, feeling his hands dig into my ass. He had nice, big hands. They reminded me of Doc’s and that turned me on even more.

“Put your fingers in,” I whispered, grinding my hips, mashing my pussy against his lashing tongue. “Fuck me. Do it.”

He slipped two fingers inside and I moaned, feeling my pussy clench, wanting more. I was going to fuck that sweet cock of his, but first, I wanted to come on his face. I rubbed my palms over my tits, my nipples hard through my bra, making fast circles, sending hot sparks down between my legs.

“Come on, finger me,” I gasped, fucking back, using his tongue now, working hard to get myself off. Fuck, it felt so good I was dizzy. I reached a hand back, pressing my palm flat against his chest to steady myself.

“Oh God! Yes!” My hips bucked forward and he grabbed me, hanging on. “Oh! Oh! Make me come! Making me fucking cooooommmme!”

I closed my eyes and pictured her pussy poised over my face, those fat, tanned lips, the hot pink inside, pictured her mashing her pussy around and around against my tongue while she licked me too.

Oh Mrs. B, Mrs. B, make me come, make me commmmmeee…

And I was, all over her face, flooding her mouth and tongue, listening to the sweet sound of her moaning in my head, swallowing my juices while I swallowed hers. So fucking delicious.

“Oh yes.” I panted, climbing off him, still shivering. “Oh that was good.”

“Mmmm,” he agreed. I heard him swallowing, taking deep breaths.

“Sorry, did I drown you?”

“Hell no.” He insisted. “Come here, let’s do that again.”

“No,” I protested. “I want your cock.”

He didn’t object to that. I didn’t figure he would. I just hoped he could last long enough for me to come again. Because I needed to come again. I got on my hands and knees, swinging my ass around, my head toward the door, putting my cheek down on the mattress so my bottom stuck up way in the air.

“Jesus, you’re fucking hot.” Christian climbed up behind me, kneeling between my legs.

“Tease it,” I told him, sliding my hand underneath, reaching for his cock. He moaned when I grabbed it in my fist, squeezing the head. “Rub it all over my pussy.”

He did as I asked, sliding the head up and down, hesitating at the entrance, like it took all his willpower not to shove it in, but then he slipped it back down again, teasing my clit. I rolled my hips, moaning when the head of his dick touched me there, that soft, spongy tip sliding up and down in my wetness.

“Feel good?” he asked, running his other hand over my ass, my thighs, reaching beneath to feel my tits.

“Hell yes.” I moaned when he rubbed my nipples through my bra. “Ohhhh yeah. Now put it in. Do you want to fuck me, Chris?”

“Hell yes,” he agreed, bracing himself, slowly sliding his cock between my lips. I shifted my hips for him, changing the angle, letting it slide in easier, deeper. He moaned when he bottomed out in me and I felt him shudder slightly.

“You’re gonna make me come with that big, gorgeous cock of yours,” I whispered, keeping my hand underneath to stroke his balls. They were already tight. I wondered how close he was to shooting. “I don’t want you to come until I do. I’ll tell you when.”

“Yes ma’am.” He sounded like he was smiling, but he groaned when I squeezed both his cock with the sweet snap of my pussy and his balls in my hand-not hard, just enough to let him know I meant it.

“Fuck me, Chris,” I whispered, starting to roll my hips, urging him to move. I think he was scared to at first. Probably too afraid to come. “Come on, you can do it. I want you to make me come.”

“Help me out,” he murmured, reaching under and guiding my hand to my clit.

“Will do.” I rubbed it in circles the way I liked it, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding in and then slowly pulling out. That wasn’t going to be enough, but I let it slide-literally-working myself up closer before I insisted on being really fucked.

“Feel good?” he asked again, voice strained, breath coming a little too fast.

“Mmmm.” I agreed, squeezing myself around his length, hearing him gasp. I remembered how long Doc had fucked Dani and Mrs. B. My God, how long had it been? I don’t know how long they’d been at it when I had first crawled down the hall, but it had to be at least fifteen, twenty minutes, maybe even half an hour after I started watching. I’d been sitting in that position so long before I made myself come, my thighs and calves were numb.

Doc would know how to fuck me. Nice and long and hard.

Just thinking about his cock inside me made me moan. Which made Christian tense up and slow down. Goddamnit. So frustrating. I was tempted to make him come fast, right now, and then get him hard again, but who wanted to go through all that work? Besides, he’d want to talk afterward, and I didn’t want to make small talk.

Instead, I rubbed myself faster, fantasizing about Doc and his thick length pounding me from behind. God, I wanted him. I thought about feeling him tonight on the dance floor, his erection pressing against my ass. I could tell he wanted me too. I didn’t know about Mrs. B-she was harder to read, more standoffish. But Doc? If there was one thing I knew, it was when a man wanted to fuck me.

“Oh Doc,” I whispered, biting my lip.

“Hmm?” Christian was clearly concentrating hard on not coming.

“Ohhh fuck,” I corrected myself. “Ohhh fuck. Please. Do it. Please fuck me. Pound me. Do it hard. Do it!”

He groaned and gave in, digging his fingers into my hips and ass, driving in deep. Finally, finally! He pounded me hard, our bodies slapping together, the sound of it filling the room, and I furiously rubbed my clit, right on the verge of coming. So close. So very close.

“Ahhhh I’m gonna come!” Christian warned, his voice strangled.

If he hadn’t distracted me, I wouldn’t have heard it. I was concentrating so hard on getting myself off, imagining Doc fucking me from behind. But the sound of Christian’s voice jerked me out of the fantasy and I did hear it. I was sure I heard it.

A low groan, a grunt. And it didn’t come from Christian.

I squinted in the darkness, seeing my door open, just a little bit. The light from hallway, a night light, showed through. And there was a shadow on the wall. A very man-like shadow.

Doc was watching us. Listening to us. And jerking off. I was sure of it. He was coming right that very second, his cum spilling over his closed fist. I didn’t know how I knew, I didn’t even care if it was real or true, just picturing it set me off.

“Ohhhh fuck yes! I’m gonna come all over your cock! Oh make me come! Make me commmme!”

I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe. My pussy snapped around Christian’s erupting cock, milking it, his fingers digging in so hard they would leave bruises but I didn’t care. I imagined Doc’s hands, Doc’s cock taking me there, and I was in heaven. My moans slowly ebbed to soft cries, but my pussy was still going off like fireworks, sending electric shocks all through my system.