Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I whispered, over and over, the water around us sloshing as we rocked together, the jets gushing in a wicked pulse against our throbbing pussies.

“Oh yeah,” Mrs. B moaned, shuddering all over, her voice low and throaty as she threw her head back and I knew she was coming. I wasn’t far behind her, my pussy contracting as if it could pull the water right inside of me.

I felt shy again when we got out but she rubbed me dry with a towel without any words and then I rubbed her dry, too. We found our way to her room and stretched out on her bed, lying on our backs, our thighs and arms brushing. It reminded me of that very first day when we were lying out in the sun and remembering took my breath away. Things had come so far, so fast.

I turned toward her, up on my elbow, looking down at her body in the lamplight. Her skin was simply golden and she seemed to glow. I touched her nipple, watching it purse, hearing her sigh and shift, her eyes still closed. I touched the other one, rolling it a little, eliciting a little “mmmm” from her. Growing more bold, I kissed the fat, brown nipple closest to me, gentle at first, and then using my tongue, sucking the bud into my lips.

Mrs. B moaned, her hand tangled in my wet hair as I licked at her nipple, tweaking the other one in my fingers. Her response made my pussy clench and release and I moved my body onto hers, straddling her thighs. Our bodies were soft and fragrantly clean from the bath and her skin tasted new in my mouth as I licked my way down her belly, her hands pressing gently, guiding me.

I was a little afraid, knowing what she wanted, wanting to give it to her and still unsure. In spite of our bath, I could still smell her musky scent as I licked past her navel and moved between her thighs. She spread them wide for me, using her fingers to part her flesh, showing me. I could see much better in the lamplight, how smoothly soft she was, how pink her inside.

Fascinated, I moved her fingers aside and probed with my own, opening her lips, first the outer ones, then the inner ones. The little hole to her pussy gaped slightly when I did, and I bit my lip when I remembered Doc putting his cock inside there. Her pussy was bigger than mine, fuller, the lips fatter and more fleshy. Her inner lips hid way up inside, and her clit was a tiny bud at the top. I touched it and she gasped, rocking a little.

Encouraged by her response, I explored her with my fingers, spreading the wetness seeping out of hole up through her lips and over the hood of her clit. I even pulled the little hood back to see her clit, such a small thing. When I kissed it, she moaned, her hands going to her own breasts, pinching her nipples, and I decided to stay there, kissing, licking, sucking.

She tasted clean and sweet at first but grew more musky and tart as I continued to work her clit with my tongue. I wasn’t sure I was doing it right, but she moaned and rocked and her head went back and forth, and I thought it was at least okay. I tried to remember what she’d done to me, out there on the blanket, to send me into orbit, and began flicking my tongue fast, faster, back and forth over the hard little nub of flesh.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried out. “Put your fingers in me!”

I obeyed, searching for the hole, not able to see, finding it and pressing in, first one finger, then two, pumping in and out like she had done to me. She moved against me, rocking, rolling, moving so much it was hard to keep my mouth on her pussy, but I managed, moving with her. My pussy wanted to be touched and I went up on my knees, exposing it, feeling how cool the air was over my heat.

“Come on,” she practically growled, her hips bucking. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!”

I whimpered against her mound, shoving my fingers in deep, slamming them against her, the sound a wet squelching rhythm pounding faster and faster into her flesh. She moaned and squeezed her breasts, pulling at the nipples again and again.

“Make me come!” She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her so hard I could barely breathe. I licked and licked, making my own low moaning sounds against her, my pussy so wet I felt it dripping down my thighs.

“Ah fuck yes, yes, oh God!” She was coming. I felt the fast flutter of her pussy around my fingers, the way her clit seemed to swell and then retreat against my tongue. She was trembling with it, her toes curling on the bed, her hips lifting into my mouth.

When she collapsed, gasping, she moaned again, and I saw her soft, golden belly still quivering with the signs of her pleasure. I rested my cheek against the impossible softness of her thigh, panting myself, trying to calm my own racing heart.

“Oh God, that was so good, sweetie.” She stroked my hair, her eyes still closed.

That’s when I heard Doc’s voice from behind me. “It sure looked good.”

We both turned to see him standing in the doorway, staring at us with those dark eyes full of lust. How long had he been watching? I wondered, seeing him walk toward the bed, and then I realized it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to be watching anymore.

I never told anyone about what happened with the Baumgartners-maybe I just couldn’t make it come out in a way that didn’t sound sordid. I tried, a few times, but never quite got the right words. I didn’t know how to convey all of the feelings underneath, how huge it all seemed, not just enormous, but titanic. I didn’t have words big to contain it.

I felt like that when the secret finally came out between us, the moment that Doc crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed where Mrs. B and I were laying. The jig was up, the game was over, it was all clear from that moment on what we were doing and what we intended to do.

And there weren’t words then at first, either. I don’t know how that happened, but I remember that we didn’t talk. Mrs. B and I snuggled on the bed while we watched him undress. I loved hearing the sound of his belt buckle being undone and would forever get wet when I heard that sound followed by a fast zipper on a pair of tight jeans.

I fit my head under Mrs. B’s chin and traced figure 8’s around her navel while Doc pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it in the pile with his jeans and his boxer briefs, and then he was with us, between us, a warm, solid presence that our eyes met and smiled over as we cuddled on the bed.

I felt shy now, a little awkward, not knowing how to proceed, what to say, and so I didn’t say anything. I just let it all flow, and that’s exactly what happened. Mrs. B was humming something-she did that a lot, little snippets of songs-and Doc was stroking her hair, and then he was stroking mine, too, petting us both, making us purr.

I started humming along, following the motion of Mrs. B’s fingers as she traced circles on Doc’s belly. Our circles grew closer until our fingers touched, and then our hands touched, and then our mouths touched as we leaned in to kiss each other over him. I felt his hand in my hair, and I saw his hand in hers, and then he was touching my shoulder, my arm, his fingers light and tender over my skin.

Mrs. B moaned against my mouth and I saw Doc’s hand cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple, making it hard. Watching him do that while she began to breathe harder against the soft curve of my neck, her lips sucking and nibbling there, made me feel faint. His hand rubbed slowly up and down my arm and I turned my head and put it against Mrs. B’s shoulder, feathering kisses there as my eyes met Doc’s. He was watching, his eyes moving over both of us like he couldn’t take in enough.

I glanced down at where he was cupping Mrs. B’s breast, the flesh overflowing his fingers, and I reached for his other hand, the one caressing my shoulder, and placed it over my little breast. He smiled, his palm moving over my flesh, lifting it and letting it fall. I moaned when he starting thumbing my nipple, too, the sensation riding every nerve pathway that ended at my throbbing clit.