Selena Kitt - The Baumgartners Plus One

“Oh Doc,” Carrie murmured.

“Do it for me,” he urged her. “So you can tell me all about it.”

He was telling her to do it-to do me. And I wanted her to. Oh yes, I did. I cupped my aching mound, my labia puffy and wet.

“I’d love to taste her,” Carrie admitted, her voice lowered, as if she was telling him a secret.

“So soft and smooth,” he said, inciting her lust even more. “Just like your little pussy now.”

“I want to rub our pussies together,” she whispered hoarsely. “Make them kiss.”

He groaned like a man being tortured. “Do you think she wants to?”

“She wants to.” She was quite confident. And she was right. “And you know what?”

“Hmm?” He sounded distracted, busy, and I imagined his face buried between her sweet, tanned thighs, arms wrapped around her hips, her pussy spread wide for his tongue. My clit came to life the moment my fingers found it, slippery wet and thrumming with excitement.

“After tonight, I think she might want you too,” she hinted.

He groaned. “You know I wouldn’t say no to that.”

The thought made my pussy hum. I couldn’t deny that it had occurred to me, sitting there tonight, lodged between them on the couch. He was sexy as hell, and the two of them together? Oh god what was I thinking? I was married. They were married.

And somehow none of that mattered.

“But if she doesn’t want me, that’s okay,” Doc was saying and I almost cried out in protest. Instead I bit my lip, my fingers moving faster over my tingling little clit, teasing it toward climax. I wanted it so badly my thighs quivered. “You two can still have fun. I want you to.”

Carrie sighed happily. “You are the most amazing man in the world.” I couldn’t have agreed more. Then she said, “I want your cock in me. Fuck me.”

He chuckled. “Not until you come in my mouth.”

“Oh god,” she whimpered. “I don’t think I can.”

“Oh yes you can,” he contended. “Just imagine her sitting on your face.” She moaned and thrashed on the bed. My fingers circled my clit, zeroing in, chasing my orgasm, wishing it was Carrie’s tongue, that I really was sitting on her face. That she was on mine. Oh god, how I wanted it. Doc was still talking-talking and licking, licking and urging her on. Urging me on too. “Grinding her pussy against your tongue. Yeah, just like that. Oh baby, your cunt tastes so fucking good.”

“Eat it!” she hissed, sounding more out of control than I’d ever heard her. “Oh yes, I want her pussy so bad. I can almost taste her.”

“Taste,” he growled and I heard a wet, sucking sound. She was licking her juices off his fingers, I just knew it. I wanted to taste too. Instead, I shoved another hand down my shorts, scooping my fingers through my slit, gathering a bit of slippery wetness and bringing it to my mouth. I rubbed the slickness over my lips, sucking at my fingers, never stopping the desperate circles against my clit.

“Come for me!” he persisted. Oh fuck. Yes. I was going to. I was going to come for him, for her, for them. “Come all over my face!”

My bladder was so full I thought if I climaxed I just might pee myself, but I didn’t care. I rubbed myself furiously, panting, listening, imagining.

“Oh Doc! Oh! Oh! Oh!” It was the sound of her that did it for me, Carrie coming, hips thrusting, thighs straining. I could almost see her in the dark and my pelvis jutted forward too as if she was a magnet drawing me toward her.

Doc growled and the headboard hit the wall hard. Carrie howled. He was fucking her good, driving into her. I could hear them both panting, grunting, gasping in the darkness.

“I’m going to come!” he announced. “Ahhhh fuck, it’s so good!”

“Come on, baby,” she cried. “Come in my pussy. I want her to lick all your cum out of my cunt.”

“Oh god.”

That did it. For all of us, I think. She made those sweet cries again and Doc grunted and groaned. Me, I bit my lip and thanked god that the wall held me up because I had both hands shoved deep into my shorts, riding my orgasm like a tidal wave between my thighs. My chest heaved, my nipples so hard they hurt, and my panties and shorts were soaked with my cum.

And I still had to pee. Now more than ever.

“Shhhh.” Carrie giggled. “She might hear us.”

“She’s probably listening right now, masturbating on the sofa.”

“No way!” Carrie exclaimed and I froze, holding my breath. “You think so?”

“Want to go find out?”

“You’re bad.” She giggled again and I heard them rearranging again in the dark.

I crept away from the door as quietly as I could, finding my way back to the couch and collapsing there, pulling the blanket back over me. I could hardly catch my breath, but I still wanted more. My pussy insisted, and I did just what Doc said I would-I touched myself again on the sofa, reliving the moment, imagining them both, in me, on me, all over me. Finally sated, I drifted, my bladder complaining until sleep took me, but I didn’t dare go through their room to the bathroom. Who knew what I might do?

Morning dawned like a gift, sun streaming in the windows, the world washed clean. I woke up to Doc squatting next to the sofa holding a cup of hot coffee and smiling.

“Thought you might want this.” He held it out and I groaned, opening both eyes and focusing. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts, his dark hair tousled from sleep. “Not much of a drinker are you?”

“Not much,” I acknowledged hoarsely, sitting up and reaching for the warm mug.

My bladder rebelled immediately- no more liquid input until we have output!

“Bathroom,” I stated flatly, handing the mug back to him and scrambling up.

“Are you going to throw up?” he called sympathetically as I bolted toward the door.

“Pee!” I countered, rounding the corner, glancing briefly at their bed, still unmade.

Carrie wasn’t in it. The shower was running, but I opened the bathroom door anyway, making for the toilet. I’d never had to pee so badly in my life.

“Hey you.” Carrie poked her head out to see me as I sighed in relief, finally relaxing and letting go. My kidneys actually hurt. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” I felt my face redden and I pulled my t-shirt down a little, embarrassed, although god only knows why. I’d been in a shower with her yesterday, touching her privates and shaving her clean, and last night…

Well, she didn’t know about last night, did she? That was my secret.

She ducked back into the shower, calling out, “That couch can be killer if you get in the wrong position.”

“It was fine.” I finished and flushed the toilet, turning the water on to wash my hands.

“Eiiieeee!” Carrie squealed and poked her head back out. “Don’t flush!”

“Too late,” I apologized, wincing. “I forgot, sorry.” I knew how the water worked in these apartments. We couldn’t do dishes and run a bath in the same hour or the hot water would run out, and the shower always turned freezing the moment anyone flushed. With Mason gone so much, I’d lost any sense of water temperature decorum.

“It’s coming back.” She sounded relieved. “Do you want to shower after me?”

“I have to go home.” I glanced in the mirror. My hair was a dark messy cloud around my face and down my back, out of control. “I have to feed my cat.”

“Do you want to do something later?” She stuck her head back out again, face beaded with water, hair wet and slicked back, making her blue eyes even more striking.

“Doc’s got to be back at the hospital by five.”

“Sure.” I didn’t know why I felt shy now when I’d been so comfortable before.