Selena Kitt - The Baumgartners Plus One

I grabbed her ass in my hands, giving her a tongue lashing as Doc slammed me against the sand, his cock throbbing between my legs. He felt impossibly huge, as if he could fill me completely.

Carrie wiggled on my face and I heard soft slapping sounds. Then she squealed and moaned. “Oh yeah, Doc, slap my tits. Hard-harder!”

Her hands gripped my breasts in the dark, squeezing and twisting my nipples. I gave a muffled cry against her pussy, but no one could hear it. I was drowning in her cunt, flooded with her, and all I wanted was more, more.

“Oh fuck,” Doc cried, his hands moving over my waist, grabbing onto my thrusting hips. “Ohhhhh fuck!”

He was going to come. I whimpered and sucked harder at Carrie’s clit, grinding my hips up, meeting him. And then I felt Carrie’s tongue probing between my pussy lips, her fingers spreading them open so she could delve inside.

“Oh baby,” I whispered into the night, but then her pussy was rocking against my tongue again, eager, greedy. I wasn’t chasing my climax anymore-it was chasing me.

“Oh god! Oh now!” She shuddered and buried her face against my pussy as Doc gave one final, guttural cry, his hips bucking against mine as he started to come. I felt every swollen throb of his shaft, the hot spasm of my pussy around his cock milking him dry.

Carrie rolled off me onto the sand, resting next to me. Breathless, I found her hand and squeezed it tight. Doc crawled up beside me and collapsed onto his belly, his cheek resting against my breast, the perfect cushion.

“Again?” I prompted, opening my eyes to the myriad of stars on black velvet above us.

Doc groaned but Carrie laughed. “Shower first,” she said. “I’ve got sand…you don’t even want to know where I’ve got sand.”

“Should we conduct an inspection?” I grinned and slid my hand over her hip, walking my fingers toward her cleft.

“In the shower,” she laughed. “But we have to be quiet. Don’t want to wake the parents.”

The shower was welcome heat after the cool night air. We used the downstairs shower instead of going to the big one upstairs-no one wanted to wake Doc’s parents.

We washed each other so thoroughly, every crack and crevice, that not a speck of sand was left.

“Inspection time,” I announced, dropping to my knees in front of Carrie and running my hands up over her hips and belly and ribs. Her tummy was slightly more rounded than it had been when I met her-of course, so was mine. We were all putting on holiday weight, and I made a mental note to head back to the university gym after break.

“Find anything?” She leaned back in her husband’s arms and let me part her thighs.

“Just this one thing,” I breathed, inching my mouth close to her crevice. “Right here.”

She moaned when I sucked her clit between my lips and Doc kissed her quiet, his soapy hands moving over her heavy breasts. She was so sexy like that, thighs spread, chest heaving, eyes closed and mouth agape, totally lost in her pleasure. The water ran down her skin in little rivulets, beading on her belly and breasts, and I licked off the streams that merged at the apex of her thighs.

“Hold me, Doc,” she begged, leaning even further back against him. “Oh spread me open for her hot little mouth!”

He took her weight, lifting her legs, grabbing into her thighs and pulling them far back. It made her swollen pussy protrude into my mouth even more, her usually hidden clit stand out. I groaned and buried my face against the slippery wet swell of her cunt, focusing right on her pleasure center. But that still wasn’t enough.

My pussy was begging for attention and I spread my own legs a little so I could touch myself while I licked her. Doc’s fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and thighs, leaving red marks, but she didn’t seem to care. His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me suck at his wife’s pussy, and I couldn’t help myself-I had to have him too.

Doc groaned when I reached for his cock, water-wet but also slick with pre-cum at the head, making it easy to stroke him. It wasn’t easy to coordinate, licking, rubbing, stroking, but I caught a rhythm after a while. Carrie went first, shaking and moaning in Doc’s arms. He let one of her legs down to cover her mouth with his hand and she let go then with muffled screams, begging for more and then pleading me to “stop, stop, stop!”

“Christ,” Doc whispered as his wife sank to her knees beside me, the two of us turning our attention to his cock in the aftermath of her orgasm, looking up at him with wet hair and faces, eager for more. “I think I may be the luckiest man on planet earth.”

“You better remember it,” Carrie teased, her hand joining mine on his shaft. My mouth sought the head of his cock, greedy to be filled, and he let himself lean back against the tile as we gently fought for his dick, tongues meshing, fingers pumping.

“How could I possibly forget?” Doc gasped, his hands moving in our hair, guiding first me, then her, burying his cock in her throat and then mine, as if trying to decide which he liked best. And we both did our best to please him, each working our mouths and tongue with as much skill as we could muster.

“I want your tits,” Doc growled, grabbing onto mine and pressing them together.

He soaped his hands up and rubbed them all over my breasts, making them extra slippery. Then he lowered his hips and pressed my flesh around his shaft, thrusting into my cleavage.

“Oh yeah,” Carrie breathed, watching her husband fuck my tits. “That’s hot.” She was fingering herself, going for it again-god, we were all insatiable with each other. I could never get enough.

“Fuck my tits,” I begged, my fingers thrust deep into my pussy, fucking my own hand like it was a cock. I wished it was. I wished he had at least two-one for her and one for me. Maybe more. One for my mouth, my pussy, my tits…my ass…oh god…

“Come all over me!” I pleaded, desperate for it. Doc moved his hips fast, his cock lost in the slippery, soapy press of my flesh, his breath coming in labored pants.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he whispered, his face twisting in pleasure, his pelvis grinding against my chest as the first thick rope of his cum bathed my throat. The next wave hit the top of my cleavage, dripping back down into the soapy crevice, and that’s the moment that I whimpered and fully gave into my climax.

Carrie was coming too, rocking her hips and resting her forehead against my shoulder, watching her husband flood my tits with his cum. She rubbed it into my flesh like lotion with her other hand, slicking me up nicely before we all stood, washing off the mess again.

When we snuck back to bed-Doc and Carrie to their room with the double bed and me to mine with the little twin-I couldn’t help it, I touched myself one more time before I could fall asleep, finally almost-satisfied, remembering the weight of them on me, in me, loving me.

I woke up in Doc and Carrie’s bed on the morning we were supposed to fly home from Key West, not quite sure where I was. I vaguely remembered drinking margaritas the night before-Chuck mixed them a lot stronger than Doc did-and dancing out on the patio with Carrie. Doc’s parents went to bed at midnight and left us out on the beach alone. Carrie had passed on the margaritas, saying her stomach was a little upset, but it didn’t stop her from grinding with me until two in the morning, with Doc occasionally joining us so we could sandwich him between our writhing bodies.

I was half out of the bed, my arm dangling to the floor, one leg off the edge, and when I turned my head, I saw Carrie sleeping soundly, a little drool leaking out onto her pillow, her hair mussed around her face. On the other side of her, Doc had his cock in his fist, hand moving up and down the shaft, his breath a light pant. His motion shook the bed a little and I realized that’s what had woken me. I wasn’t in my bed, I was in theirs, and as I listened to Doc stroking his cock, I remembered just exactly what we’d been doing the night before.