Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

With a sigh and whimper, I nuzzled Mrs. B’s neck, and we were licking and sucking and gently biting each other, my dark hair tangling with her blonde mane, a cloud of still-damp softness. That’s when I saw that Mrs. B had her hand wrapped around Doc’s hard cock. She was squeezing and tugging it, real easy and slow. Fascinated, I watched, seeing how red the tip was already, how it throbbed in her hand.

Her mouth found mine again and we kissed, pressing in a little closer over Doc’s chest, our breasts touching. I moaned when I felt him rubbing our nipples together, my little pink point and her thick, brown bud kissing just like we were, lost in sensation. I squirmed and sucked at Mrs. B’s tongue and she teased me, pulling it back and then letting me have it again.

Then Mrs. B broke the kiss and gave me that little half-smile, leaning over and kissing the dark line of hair that ran from Doc’s navel down to his crotch. I watched, biting my lip as she kissed the tip of his cock. His hand was still cupping my breast, teasing my nipple. I glanced at him, then at her, wanting and not knowing how to say it or what to do.

Mrs. B’s mouth slid around the head, making Doc groan and shift a little, his thigh moving against mine. She smiled at me, a thin strand of saliva running from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, and crooked her finger in a “come here” gesture. I slid down the bed next to her and Doc made room between his legs for the both of us, his eyes moving between our faces.

She didn’t say anything, but she offered his cock to me, and I couldn’t help remembering the first day I saw it-Doc stroking it out on the balcony while he watched us lying topless on the beach together. I never thought then that I would be doing this now, but here I was, leaning in to kiss the head, running my tongue around the ridge, my pussy clenching when Doc moaned and looked at me like I was a dream.

Mrs. B put her head next to mine, our eyes meeting over her husband’s engorged cock, and then she kissed me around it, our lips on the swollen head, our tongues searching for each other. Doc moaned again and I felt his hand in my hair as Mrs. B slowly stroked his shaft while our mouths worked over the glans. We both tugged on it, sucking it, fighting over it, like two kittens with a new toy.

I found myself greedy, aching to feel him fully in my mouth and nudged her out of the way, taking his cock down my throat. He gasped and I looked up at him as I swallowed more, and more still, hearing Mrs. B chuckle, her tongue moving at the base of him and then lower, down to his balls. Fascinated, I watched her lick and suck them as Doc pressed me lower onto his cock. He was thick and throbbing and I loved the velvety feel of his skin against my tongue.

Mrs. B cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands, her eyes on me as she sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. I watched, wide-eyed, as I came up on Doc’s shaft, licking just around the head, teasing it with my tongue.

“Wanna try?” Mrs. B asked, her voice low, a little throaty, holding his sac up, offering it to me. Nodding, I slid down fully, my tongue running over the soft, ridged skin while she grabbed and squeezed his cock. Doc shaved down there and the skin was completely smooth. I heard him whisper something, but I couldn’t make out the words, although I could tell they were full of pleasure and that thrilled me.

His balls were getting tighter, drawing up closer to his body as Mrs. B continued to stroke him, making them harder to suck into my mouth and roll around with my tongue. I nibbled a little on the skin and Doc jumped, his eyes wide as he looked down at me.

“Sorry.” I bit my lip.

He smiled and crooked his finger at me like she had. “Come here.”

I crawled up onto him and he pulled me in against his chest, grabbing my ass with his hand. “Maybe you deserve a spanking?”

“Doc!” I laughed when his hand slapped my ass. It stung a little, but then he kissed me and I was lost in it, his tongue seeking mine, his cock hard against my thigh, Mrs. B’s hand still moving it up and down.

“Did you like my cock in your mouth?” he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek, my neck, sending shivers through me.

“Yes,” I whispered back, feeling his fingers tugging at my nipple again, making me squirm.

“Do you want to feel it in your little pussy?” He slid his hand down over my belly, his palm cupping my soft, shaved mound.

Moaning, I rocked against him. “Yes.”

He chuckled, parting my flesh there, slipping one of his big fingers between my lips. I was soaking wet and he slid easily through, finding my clit and petting it.

“Tell me.” He met my eyes. I hesitated, looking down at Mrs. B, who stroked him as she watched us, her breasts swaying prettily to the rhythm. Then I looked back at him, feeling shy and shaking my head as I bit my lip.

He smiled again, teasing me. “Go on… say it… ‘I want you to fuck me.’”

“Doc!” I felt his finger slip in me, exploring the soft, smooth walls inside. “Please.”

“Do you like that?” He pushed his fingers deeper. I moaned, nodding, hiding my blush against his neck. He pressed another one in, stretching me wider, making me gasp and wriggle on top of him. “Not as good as a nice big cock, though, is it?”

“No.” My hands clutched his shoulders as he began to finger me in earnest, using the force of his arm to shove them up inside of me. I slid my thighs open wider, making room, wanting more. “Oh, God… Doc, please!”

“Come on.” He slid out from under me. I sat up, watching as he leaned over and kissed Mrs. B, their tongues meeting, her hand going behind his head to pull him in deeper. She still had his cock in her hand.

He looked over at me, his eyes moving up and down my body, hungry. “Did you like licking Carrie’s pussy?”

I still couldn’t get used to her as ‘Carrie,’ but I nodded, my eyes meeting Mrs. B’s as I remembered the taste of her, the soft pink flesh melting in my mouth, the way she moaned and shook and thrust.

“You want some more?” He smiled, reaching down and spreading Mrs. B open wide. She groaned, spreading her thighs, letting him slide the fingers that had just been inside of me up into her pussy.

“Yes.” I felt a familiar ache between my legs as I watched him fuck her with his fingers.

“Lie down, baby.” Doc whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. She did as she was told, lying on her back sideways on the bed next to me, giving me a smile. She was close enough to touch me, and she did, reaching out and cupping my cheek with her palm, her slender fingers moving over my jaw and then down my shoulder.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Doc?” Mrs. B’s fingertips brushed my nipple, sending a wave of heat through me.

“Beyond.” He squeezed his cock in his own hand now as he watched us.

Mrs. B’s fingers roamed further down and I opened my legs for her as she slipped her fingers through my wetness. “Look, she’s all smooth for you.”

“I see that.” He watched her slip a finger inside of me. I sighed and spread a little more for her. “I bet she tastes like the sweetest little peach…”

Mrs. B rubbed her own pussy, too, I saw her fingers moving through her flesh, her breasts moving a little with the motion.

“She does,” Mrs. B confirmed with a smile, meeting my eyes. “Come here, Veronica. Let me lick you again.”

I hesitated, crawling toward her and groaning when her fingers slipped out of me, not sure where she wanted me, how-and then she grabbed my hips, positioning me over her face, squeezing my ass and pulling my pussy down to her mouth.

“Oh God!” I felt her tongue probing between my lips as I found myself face to face with her mound, her fingers still moving there. “Oh, Mrs. B!”