Selena Kitt - A Baumgartner Christmas

“Let’s go to bed,” Daphne gasped when they parted, her eyes still half-closed. Carrie could feel the slick proof of her friend’s arousal on her fingers.

The girls got out, reaching for the fluffy white towels they’d left out, warm under the heat lamps overhead. Daphne sat at the vanity and squeezed the excess water out of her hair with her towel, reaching for the blow dryer. Carrie, watched, toweled herself off, seeing Daphne’s gaze on her in the mirror.

“Sorry, I have to dry it.” Daphne spoke over the hum of the hair dryer, the copper returning to her hair as it dried.

“That’s ok.” Carrie spread her towel out on the counter, sliding up to take a seat. She saw Daphne glance at her pussy, a puffy cleft between the swell of her thighs, and parted them a little, letting her see pink.

“Do you want to play with yourself?” Daphne’s fingers lightly stroked the smooth skin of Carrie’s mound. “I’d love to watch.”

She flushed, but she put one foot up on the counter, looking down between her own legs. Her pussy was pulsing, thick with excitement, and she used one finger to circle her clit. Daphne leaned in closer to watch, the blow dryer still pointed toward her red head but all but forgotten as she watched her friend masturbate.

Daphne’s free hand went between her own legs, parting her own pussy lips. She had shaved her labia, leaving just that copper landing strip above. The girls touched themselves, watching each other, and Carrie saw that her friend’s nipples grew darker as they got hard, poking out a little. The sight made her shaky with excitement.

“Oh hell, it’s dry enough,” Daphne announced, shaking her hair out and turning the blow dryer off, tossing it on the counter, leaning in to bury her face in her friend’s pussy.

“Oh!” Carrie cried out in surprise but Daphne didn’t hesitate or pull back, instead using her hands to spread her thighs wider, putting Carrie’s other foot up on the counter too. “Oh my god, that feels soooo good.”

Carrie glanced over, seeing the abandoned hair dryer, and grinned. “Want me to finish for you?”

She grabbed it, flipping the switch, and pointed it down at her friend’s head. The heat blasted over her pussy as well as Daphne’s ginger tresses. Carrie alternated between drying her own hair and her friend’s, the heat of the blow dryer nothing compared to the fire between her legs.

“Oh yes,” she gasped, dropping the hair dryer onto the counter, barely remembering to turn it off. “Please, don’t stop. Right there on my clit. You’re going to make me come so fast!”

Daphne seemed to know exactly what she was doing, her tongue focused on Carrie’s clit with lascivious precision. Her tongue lapped over and over, her persistence admirable. Carrie moaned and grabbed her knees, giving her more of her pussy, spreading wide, wider, widest, back arched, mouth twisted with pleasure.

“Gonna come!” she gasped and Daphne went from lick to suck, sending her flying, the rock of her wanton hips almost bucking her off the counter with her orgasm.

“Oh my god,” Daphne whispered, feathering kisses between Carrie’s legs, over her mound and thighs. “Your pussy tastes so good. It’s so smoooooth.” She kissed it again, trying to suck her little clit back into her mouth, but Carrie squealed in protest, sliding fully off the counter.

“Come on.” Carrie held out her hand.

“Your room or mine?”

“Mine’s closer.” Carrie grinned back over her shoulder. “And there’s a bigger bed. Besides, that’s where we’ll be when Doc gets here anyway.”

“You really think he’ll be okay with this?” Daphne crawled up onto the bed. Carrie watched the swing of her friend’s hips as she moved, seeing a flash of pink between her thighs.

“Trust me,” Carrie replied, climbing up beside her. “It will be the best Christmas present he ever got.

They rolled toward each other on the bed, limbs twining, tongues meshing, hips shifting on the mattress as if the heat of their pussies could melt into one another. Carrie had forgotten, oh she had forgotten everything-the swell of a woman’s breast in her hand, the heat of a squishy wet pussy straddling her thigh, the way a woman tasted and smelled, so different from a man. How had she forgotten? How had she ever lived without it?

“Are you sure this is okay?” Daphne whispered, dipping her head down to take one of Carrie’s dark nipples between her lips.

“More than okay.” Carrie reassured her, hands stroking the redhead’s slightly damp mass of hair, admiring the smattering of freckles over her friend’s pert nose. “Oh yes, suck it like that.”

Daphne bathed her nipple in saliva, leaving shining trails from one to the other in the lamp light. Carrie squirmed on the bed, her pussy ready again, aching for more, but she was far more eager to taste Daphne’s juices on her tongue.

“I think it’s your turn,” Carrie admonished, rolling her friend to her back, nuzzling her neck, licking her collarbone, tracing down her clavicle toward her breastbone. Daphne didn’t protest-her greedy fingers were already buried between her own thighs, touching herself.

Carrie stopped at Daphne’s breasts, blowing gently over her nipples, watching the skin around them pucker, her flat nipples rising in response, turning a darker pink. Daphne moaned when Carrie licked one, rolling her tongue around and around, loving the feel of it hardening under her tongue’s basting. Daphne’s fingers moved faster between her legs.

“Let me do that.” Carrie moved down, spreading her friend’s creamy thighs. They were as soft as rose petals under her hands, her pussy lips shaved neatly, leaving the pink of her inner lips exposed. They were fat and protruding, asking to be licked, and Carrie obliged, dipping her tongue in for the first time.

“Mmmmm!” Daphne rolled her hips up, her belly almost concave as she rocked, her hands moving up over the curving slope of her stomach to cup her own breasts. They were almost as big as Carrie’s, at least a C-cup, maybe a D, definitely more than a handful. Carrie glanced up to see them rising up like hills with pink nippled peaks.

“Put your fingers in me,” Daphne instructed as Carrie traced the labyrinth of hot, pink flesh under her tongue, looking for the center. “Fuck me too. I love that.”

Carrie found her entrance, probing gently, parting her, but Daphne wasn’t having that. She bucked her hips, shoving Carrie’s fingers in deep, moaning loudly. The taste of her was making Carrie dizzy with longing, so fucking sweet and musky in her mouth, her pussy responsive under her tongue, wiry red hair tickling her nose. She didn’t ever want to stop licking her, tasting her, exploring every crevice, but Daphne was too eager for release.

“Please!” Daphne begged, panting with passion, her pussy swollen and hot under Carrie’s tongue, her muscles clamping down on her fingers. “Come on! Make me come! Make me come!”

She couldn’t resist her friend’s plea, fastening her mouth over her mound and focusing her attention on her clit as she fingered her pussy fast and hard. Daphne squeezed and tugged and twisted her own nipples until they were red and raw, a low, guttural sound building in her throat.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Daphne cried, ass clenching, hips shuddering, thighs quivering. She was almost there, Carrie could feel it, she could taste it, and she wanted nothing more than to take her there. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me! I’m coming! Coming!”

And she was, drowning Carrie in her juices, her cunt snapping shut on her fingers again and again, the muscles there so tight around her fingers it almost hurt-she couldn’t even imagine how good it would feel around a man’s cock. Daphne’s moans tapered off to whimpers as Carrie slowly withdrew her sticky fingers, licking them clean before climbing up next to her friend on the bed.