Selena Kitt - Meet the Baumgartners

She whimpered, one hand fisting Doc’s dark curls, the other tangled in Maureen’s long hair as they worked together to make her come. Carrie tried to resist, wanting it to last, wanting it to go on forever, but there was no holding back. Maureen’s fingers curled inside of her, Doc’s tongue flicked at her clit, and she was lost, her belly clenching and then releasing, giving them her orgasm, the very thing they wanted.

“Good girl.” Maureen kissed her trembling thighs, her belly, and Doc trailed after her, both of them settling, one on each side of her.

“She’s right,” Doc agreed, burying his face against Carrie’s neck. “You taste fantastic. “

“Do you want his cock, baby?” Maureen already had her hand on it, stroking him against Carrie’s hip. He was harder than she’d ever felt him before. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

“Mo,” she whimpered, turning to hide her face against her friend’s breasts.

“Don’t.”

“She hasn’t been fucked by a cock in…” Maureen grinned over at Doc. “Three years?” Carrie sighed, closing her eyes, and Maureen laughed. “Fine, I’m going to have to keep him all to myself then…while you watch.”

“Come on, Doc.” Maureen got up on her hands and knees, situating herself so that her mouth was over Carrie’s pussy, and vice versa, giving herself a playful slap on her own ass. “It’s all yours. Wanna go for a ride?”

Doc leaned in to whisper, “Are you okay?” in Carrie’s ear. What could she say?

Maureen wanted what she wanted-and she always got what she wanted.

“It’s okay.” Carrie nodded. “I want to see you fuck her.”

Oh god, it was true. She did want to see him fuck her. What was wrong with her?

Doc moved behind Maureen and Carrie had a clear view, even in the dimness, his cock hard in his hand as he pressed it against the wet stretch of Maureen’s pussy.

Carrie reached up and spread Maureen’s swollen lips, making her gasp.

“Do it,” Carrie whispered, biting her lip when Maureen’s mouth fastened gently over Carrie’s aching mound. “Fuck her, Doc. I want to see you fuck her.”

He took a shuddering breath as he slipped the head of his dick into her, just the tip, hesitating, maybe just savoring the feeling. Maureen moaned and rocked back, moving her hips, taking him into her further.

“Christ, that’s good.” Doc’s hands moved to her hips, caressing her ass as she arched, giving him an even deeper angle. “Oh god…” Carrie cupped his balls, her fingernails lightly grazing them as he began to thrust, loving the weight of them in her hands.

“Ohhhh yes, Mo.” Carrie lifted her hips as Maureen’s tongue began to work its incredible magic. “Lick it. Oh fuck, I love your mouth on me.”

Somehow she knew Doc wasn’t going to last long-being with two women at once had to be pushing him to the limits. He was fucking her valiantly, and Maureen was loving it-Carrie could tell by the way she was grinding her hips back-but he couldn’t keep up that pace for long. Carrie’s fingers spread Maureen wider, her thumb focusing on her clit, giving her a little more incentive. She was sopping wet, her juices flowing heavy and strong-Carrie could smell her musky scent.

“Oh wait,” Doc groaned, slowing. “Oh fuck. Wait.”

But Maureen wasn’t waiting. She was fucking him back, fast and furious, her pussy quivering and ready to come. Carrie nudged her over, using her thumb as leverage, seeing Maureen’s flat, muscled belly clench and release, knowing her pussy was milking Doc’s cock.

“Oh damnit, I can’t stop-” Doc moaned, and Carrie grabbed his cock, sliding it quickly out of Maureen’s cunt. The first blast of his cum landed there on the hot pink flesh of her pussy and began to drip down toward Carrie’s waiting mouth, but she didn’t want to wait. Instead, she covered the head of Doc’s dick with her mouth and sucked, feeling the next wave of his orgasm exploding against her tongue, her thumb never moving from Maureen’s quivering clit.

“Naughty girl,” Maureen gasped, turning around and grasping Doc’s cock, her hand over Carrie’s. “Taking all that cum.” Then Maureen kissed her, her tongue searching and finding the residue in her mouth, the last blast of the white stuff slipping between their lips, wetting their kiss.

“You’re bad, Mo,” Carrie whispered as Maureen giggled and settled on one side of Carrie, Doc on the other, pulling the covers over them.

“Sinner extraordinaire. Going straight to hell,” Maureen agreed sleepily, snuggling close. “That’s me.”

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“Open up, Carrie!” The pounding on the door jolted the three of them awake far too soon after they’d all drifted off. “I know she’s in there! Maureen! Open this door!”

“James,” Maureen mumbled, rolling out of bed to the floor with a low groan.

“You better get it before someone calls the front desk.” Doc nudged Carrie, who was already rubbing her eyes and fumbling her way out of the morass of covers.

“Maureen, do you want to see him?” Carrie’s voice was hoarse and tired as she looked at her friend, now crawling her way toward the bathroom.

“Five minutes,” Maureen croaked. “Tell him I’ll be out in five minutes.”

Carrie unlocked the deadbolt but left the chain on. “What can I do for you, James?”

“Get her,” was all he said, his mouth barely moving with the words.

“She’ll be out in five minutes.” Carrie shut the door, leaning against it and waiting for him to pound on it again, but he didn’t. She could hear a flurry of activity in the bathroom, accompanied by an occasional soft moan of pain. She had no doubt Maureen was at least severely hungover, if not still actually somewhat drunk.

“You okay?” Carrie knocked softly on the bathroom door.

“Fine!” Maureen called, loud and overly cheerful. She opened the bathroom door, upright this time, and looked fairly good for rolling out of bed just a few moments before, although the Jovan Musk she’d sprayed only served to cover the smell of tequila underneath, in spite of her late night shower.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Carrie searched her friend’s eyes and tried to hug her, but Maureen shrugged her off.

“I have to.” She found her shoes next to the bed, slipping them on. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

Carrie nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed where Doc was half-up on his elbow, just watching.

“Maureen!” James’ voice vibrated through the door.

“Gotta go!” Maureen whispered, leaning over and kissing Carrie on the cheek, giving her a quick squeeze. “Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Carrie murmured as she watched her friend sail out the door.

“Hey now…” Doc moved behind Carrie as her shoulders sagged. She was fighting tears-but she didn’t want to cry in front of him. In front of anyone. “Are you okay?”

“I’m going to lose her.” Her voice came out strangled, choked with the emotion she was trying to hold back.

He slipped his arms around her waist. “She’s not much of a friend if she lets some guy come between you.”

“She’s…” Carrie sighed, letting herself lean back against him. “She’s not just a friend.”

“Yeah, I gathered that.” He gently kissed her neck. “And James is obviously not okay with your…relationship.”

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled wryly. “He doesn’t share well with others.”

“Come on.” Doc stood, holding out his hand. “I know something that will cheer you up.”

“I doubt it.”

“Trust me.” He caught her hand, pulling her up. “What do you have to lose?”

Everything , she thought, but she followed him anyway.

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