Selena Kitt - A Baumgartner Christmas

“I want your come,” Carrie demanded, grabbing his thighs, her nails digging in. “Come all over her cunt and let me lick it off, baby!”

“Oh fuck,” Doc whispered, his cock squelching in the swelter of Daphne’s dewy little pussy. “I’m gonna do it for you. All for you, baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Carrie hissed, using her fingers instead of her tongue on Daphne’s clit now, watching her husband’s cock slamming roughly into her flesh. “Yes! Give it to me! Now! Now, Doc, now!”

He pulled out, grabbing his cock in his fist and aiming, hitting her cheek with the first jet of his cum. Carrie gasped, feeling it dripping down her face as he shuddered and thrust into his hand, his cock a white-hot fountain of cum, exploding over Daphne’s quivering pussy. He gave a low growl, his hips pumping faster with each surge, leaving thick masses of cum dripping down her cleft.

“Lick it off,” Doc demanded, but Carrie already was, lapping up the peppery taste of it, swallowing, and going back for more. Daphne gasped and bucked, her thighs trembling, but she didn’t move her mouth from Carrie’s clit, determined to take her to climax.

And she was close, so very close.

“Oh god,” Doc groaned.

Watching his wife eat his cum from Daphne’s wet cunt, he slid his still-hard cock back into it, and both women shuddered, unable to hold back anymore. For Daphne, it was the feel of him sliding deep into her pussy, and for Carrie, it was the sight of it. The moment was like a long, sustained high note, and they both rode the wave for a long time, whimpering and writhing and pulsing with pleasure.

“Am I dreaming?” Doc wondered out loud as the girls re-situated themselves on the bed, kissing and touching in the aftermath of their mutual climax.

“Welcome to your vacation,” Daphne teased, glancing up at him still kneeling on the bed, his cock refusing to go hard soft at the sight of them together.

Carrie looked up at her husband with all the love she had for him in her eyes, giving him back the gift he had given her.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

* * * *

Carrie was having the sexiest dream. Daphne was melting like a peach in her mouth and Doc was pounding her from behind, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust, punctuating their fuck.

BANG-BANG-BANG

She was almost to her peak, her pussy spasming, juicy and wet, Doc driving into her, relentless…

BANG-BANG — BANG

She woke up coming, her orgasm throbbing her awake, finding Daphne asleep between them, Doc snoring on her other side, an arm thrown over the redhead’s hip.

BANG-BANG-BANG

That’s when she realized the banging was real-it was the front door.

“Fuck.” She swore softly, tearing off the covers and bolting out of bed.

Doc sat up, startled. “What?”

“The door!” Carrie mock-whispered over Daphne’s still-sleeping head, pulling on her robe and rushing toward the banging sound. He was pulling on his boxers, one step behind her down the stairs. “Doc, is it your parents?”

“Carrie, wait!” he called, trying to catch up, but she had her hand on the doorknob before he could say anything, unlocking the deadbolt and pulling it open.

She couldn’t have been more surprised to find Wilson standing there, a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder and a grin on his face.

“Wilson?” She blinked. “What are you… doing… here…?” She hesitated, understanding slowly dawning as she glanced back at Doc, seeing his sheepish grin.

He wrapped his arms around her, winking conspiratorially at Wilson. “Merry Christmas.”

* * * *

“Where is he going to sleep?” Carrie wondered out loud, watching as Wilson flicked water at Daphne, both of them laughing and jumping waves in the surf.

“I thought he’d be in the extra bedroom,” Doc tilted back a bottle of Coors and grinned at her. “When he wasn’t in our bed.”

“But Daphne’s in there.” She watched the two of them diving under the waves. “I guess he’ll have to sleep on the pull-out sofa.”

Doc shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll work it out.”

She gave him a side-long look. “So your plan was for him to… what… sleep with me?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.” He put his beer on the table between them.

“Oh Doc.” She leaned over and kissed him. “You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

He grabbed her chair, pulling it closer and kissing her again. “Anything at all.”

“The thing is…” She put her arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of him. “Turns out, I didn’t want another man.”

He raised his eyebrows, surprised. “You didn’t?”

“No… you were right.” She laughed at his mock-shocked expression, eyes wide, jaw dropped. “I wanted another woman.”

“I knew it.” He reached over, pulling her into his lap, his hand moving over the cup of her white bikini, thumbing her nipple and making her shiver.

“And you,” she whispered, wiggling in his lap. “Always you. Forever you.”

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” He slid an arm around her waist, his other hand creeping down the back of her bikini bottoms. “I’m like a fungus. I grow on you. And cling… and cling…”

He groped her breast, her ass, her pussy.

“Creep!” She laughed, trying to slap his hands away.

“But now we have a bit of a dilemma, you know.” He nuzzled her neck, kissing the tops of her breasts, his breath warm on her skin.

“What’s that?”

“I think Wilson still wants to sleep with you.”

She raised her head, glancing toward the beach. Daphne was squealing, trying to get away from him in the water, laughing and splashing.

“It might be fun.” She looked at Doc and smiled. “Just this once…”

“I did go through all the work of talking him into it and everything.” Doc suppressed a smile.

She snorted. “Well, we wouldn’t want to let all your hard work go to waste, now would we?”

“My parents’ flight arrives tonight around nine,” he reminded her, sliding a hand between her legs.

“Then I guess we better take advantage of the time we have.”

Carrie stood, reaching back and undoing her bikini top, letting it fall. Doc’s eyes brightened as it dropped to the sand, watching as she slid her bikini bottoms off too. It was mid-day, warm and bright as she made her way toward the water, past the blankets they’d set out so they could soak up the Florida sunshine.

“Hey!” Wilson glanced at her as she approached the shoreline, and then he did a double-take, his eyes widening at the sight of her completely nude. “Wow… um… wow…”

“Hey Daph,” Carrie called to her friend, who turned to see, her eyes widening. “Want to play a game?”

Her friend snorted, looking at Wilson’s stunned expression. “What game?”

“How about hide the flashlight?”

Daphne cracked up, wading out of the water, shaking her head. “I think you mean the salami.”

“A little mattress dancing?” Carrie wiggled her hips, watching the water sheeting off her friend’s body. She was already reaching for the tie on her bikini top.

“How about riding the hobby horse?” Daphne let her top fall to the sand. Wilson’s jaw dropped another full inch.

Carrie helped her with her bikini bottoms, their breasts rubbing together. “Sinking the sub?”

“Bouncing the pogo stick?” Wilson offered, already halfway out of the water, watching as the girls kissed, cupping each other’s breasts, their bodies as close as they could get them.

“How about bumping fuzzies?” Daphne pushed her hips forward, trying to make their pussies kiss.

Carrie smiled. “Mine’s not fuzzy.”