Selena Kitt - A Baumgartner Christmas

“She wants you almost as much as I want you.” He sucked her labia into his mouth, teasing her, not going near her clit. His tongue made sweet inroads through her the wet, pink folds of her flesh, growing nearer but taking his time. “I’d love to watch you lick her. See her climb up on top of you and sit on your face.”

She moaned, feeling his tongue nudge her clit on the way by. “God. She’s got such a hot little body. Those gorgeous tits.”

“Mmmm.” He flicked his tongue against her clit for a moment, a brief flutter, before heading downward again. “I bet she’s got little cherries for nipples.”

It was driving her crazy just thinking about it. “Oh yes, yes,” she whispered, grabbing his hair, guiding him back up to her clit. It was throbbing. “Lick me, baby.”

“Just like Daphne would?” He stabbed his tongue at her, making it hard, a blissful assault. “Show her what you like, baby. Make her lick your cunt.”

She grabbed his ears and shoved her hips up, moaning loudly as she began to grind her hips in circles. She was imagining it, her hands wrapped up in Daphne’s long, red hair, her tongue mashed against Carrie’s wet pussy, her breath hot, her pink nipples hard, her own pussy soaking wet. Carrie imagined her friend sitting on her face, the soft grind of her hips, the taste of pussy, oh god, that taste in her mouth, down her throat…

“Make me come, Daphne!” she cried, bucking up against the lash of Doc’s tongue, all the while imagining her friend’s mouth against her clit. “Oh fuck, make me come for you!”

Her orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, the convulsions little shockwaves, her pussy clamping down against the thrust of his fingers again and again. She rode her climax off the edge of the bed, shivering and collapsing onto the floor next to her husband, letting him enfold her, kiss her, caress her, as she came back to reality.

“Such a good girl.” He kissed her cheek, her chin, getting up and lifting her onto the bed. “Why do you always deny yourself? You can have everything you want.”

She closed her eyes, shook her head, but he was kissing her open, his tongue probing, his cock hard against her hip. Somewhere along the way, his trousers had come off.

“You can’t have everything,” she murmured, letting him lift her dress over her head. “No one can have everything.”

“You can,” he assured, taking her nipple into his mouth. The feeling sent heated waves of pleasure all through her body. “I’d give you anything. You know I would.”

She worked the buttons on his shirt-his suit coat and tie had disappeared too, lost somewhere on the floor with his pants and boxers, she imagined-spreading it open so she could run her hands over his chest. He was so nicely built, and the fact that he took advantage of the gym at the hospital whenever he got a break-to relax, he said-didn’t hurt.

That made her remember what Daphne said about already finding the best husband in the world. The fact was, she had. But he was perfect for her, not for everyone else. And did she really want to share him?

“You could make it happen, you know.” He peeled his shirt off and moved to her other nipple, tracing lazy circles.

She let her fingers glide through his dark curls. “You mean… me and Daphne?”

“You and Daphne,” he agreed, nipping at her, making her squeak in high-pitched surprise. “You, me and Daphne. Whatever you wanted.”

She looked at him thoughtfully. “What if I don’t want it?”

“I think you do.” He reminded her by spreading her legs and sliding his cock against her soaked cleft, her cum still wetting her thighs where she’d been imagining her best friend getting her off just moments before.

“It’s a nice fantasy, I admit.” She smiled, feeling his cock swelling, the head of it pressed against her opening. “But reality might be disappointing. Look what happened with Maureen.”

He shifted his hips and slid inside her. “We had a good time until she decided to get religion.”

“She made a commitment to her husband, remember?” She wrapped her legs and arms around him, going for an easy, gentle ride as he began to move.

“But if her husband had said, hey, it’s okay if you and your girlfriend play around, what then?” he asked, his breathing coming faster in her ear.

“The real world doesn’t work that way.”

He poised himself above her, his eyes searching hers. “We get to define the real world. Our world. Any way we want.”

“I’m just scared of what might happen,” she confessed, rocking up against his cock.

“Then we don’t have to do anything.” He kissed the tip of her nose, beginning to fuck her again. “We can just fantasize about it. Which is almost as much fun.”

She smiled, closing her eyes. “Almost.”

“Where do you want her?” He pushed her legs back, kneeling up between them. “How about down here, licking your little clit?”

“I want her straddling my face.” She threw her arms over her head, giving into the fantasy, no longer as threatened by the possible dangers of reality. “I want to wrap my arms around her hips and bury my face in her wet little pussy.”

“Mmmm that’s my girl.” He moved faster, driving his cock in to the hilt. “I’d love to watch you eat her out.”

“And you could kiss her,” she offered, opening her eyes to look at him, imagining it all-her friend’s hips rocking on her face, Doc’s hands on Daphne’s big breasts, thumbing her nipples, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “And touch her and play…”

“Oh god.” He groaned, just as into the fantasy as she was. “I want to suck those gorgeous tits.”

“After I made her come all over my face…” She smiled at her husband’s expression. Just the thought of Daphne’s climax had him going. “She could put her pussy down by mine,” she suggested, her fingers moving to her clit, the ache there growing unbearable again. “Lay on top of me, so you could play with her tits while you fucked me…”

“Yeah, oh yeah!” His hand found her breast, squeezing hard, his cock making wet noises in her pussy as he fucked her.

“And then you could fuck her too,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the base of his cock as he plunged deep inside. “Her, then me, then her… which one of us feels better?”

He groaned, shaking his head, already torn at the thought of making such an impossible decision.

“I want you to come all over us, Doc,” she insisted, her pussy blooming with pleasure. “Come all over our hot… pink… wet… cunts.”

He gave up, growling and reaching down to grab his cock, tearing it out of her and pumping it in his fist against her frantically rubbing fingers.

“Yeah! Yeah! Oh fuck yeah!” He gritted his teeth and thrust one last time, cum exploding from his cock, all over her clit. She came the instant she felt the first fiery blast, felt it flooding her pussy, dripping down her crevice. Her climax shook them both, her thighs quivering as she came, her hips bucking up to catch more of his cum, the second eruption rising over her belly, splashing her navel.

She smiled dreamily, reaching down and running a finger through his cum, then lifting it to her mouth, sucking it off. He watched her with dark, lustful eyes.

“If that was Daphne’s belly, I’d get down and lick her all clean,” she informed him, smiling as he collapsed next to her on the bed with a tortured moan.

“Enough, I can’t take anymore.” He threw a leg over hers and pulled her close. “You’re killing me.”

She knew just what he wanted, what he liked. And he wanted Daphne-maybe more than she did. Maybe. But she knew better than to open Pandora’s box. The fantasy was good.

Just as good.