Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“I bet she’d like your tongue, too,” Doc suggested to me and I looked over at him sitting on the edge of the bed, watching us, slowly pumping his cock through his fist.

Mrs. B moaned when I slipped my tongue between her lips, tasting the sweet juices I’d brought to the surface during her last orgasm. It was so hard to concentrate on what I was doing while her fingers and mouth worked between my legs, driving me to distraction. I just found her clit and focused there, licking in a slow, steady rhythm, my eyes on Doc.

I couldn’t help watching him as he looked at us together, listening to our moans, our cries, our whimpers. He started slow, moving the skin up over the head of his cock as he stroked it, and then he pumped harder, so fast that his shaft was a blur and just the wet tip was visible. Then he slowed again, and sometimes he squeezed the head hard, groaning, his eyes closing for a moment.

“Oh, Mrs. B!” I felt her fingers move into me. I remembered how she had liked that and slid my fingers into her, too. She rewarded me with a moan, rocking as I started to fuck her. Her pussy made the sweetest wet sound when I did that, meeting my fingers, sucking them in deeper.

Doc’s eyes were on me, watching my tongue and hand, as he slid across the bed toward me. “Open your mouth, Ronnie.” He pressed his cock toward my lips.

I did, sucking the wet head into my mouth, groaning around his shaft as he pushed in even further. I kept my fingers in Mrs. B’s pussy, making those wet sounds. She focused right on my clit, her tongue lapping faster and faster, and I felt that dizzy feeling I got just before I couldn’t stop.

“Move your fingers.” Doc groaned when he took his cock out of my mouth. “And spread her open for me.”

I gasped, using my fingers to part Mrs. B’s fat, swollen lips, showing him the way. He slid his cock into the little gaping hole there, and she moaned against my pussy, her fingers driving deep into me. Doc grabbed her knees, pushing them back toward me as he thrust into her with a grunt, his eyes closing, face taut.

“God!” He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I was trying to lick her, still, my tongue moving over his shaft, too, where it slid between her lips. He pulled out of her, slow, and found my mouth again. I sucked greedily, licking the taste of Mrs. B off of his shaft.

“Whoa, whoa!” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back as I sucked on him. “Easy.”

I moaned, Mrs. B’s tongue just seconds from taking me over the edge, my mouth full of her juices and the taste of his pre-cum.

“Please, Doc,” I panted, my eyes half-closing with my impending orgasm. “I want you to fuck me.”

He groaned then, and I felt him shifting, moving on the bed, but I couldn’t pay attention because I was coming, Mrs. B’s tongue making the most delicious circles over my clit as I shuddered and moaned and spread for her. She cooed and kissed me, still hungry, and I moaned when I felt Doc’s hands grabbing my hips.

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him positioned behind me, felt the fat head of his cock rubbing up and down my slick cleft. I shivered when he brushed my still-sensitive clit before sliding back up and finding my hole. He felt big as he eased in, groaning the whole way, and my pussy still fluttering a little from my climax, squeezing his cock.

“God damn!” He gripped my hips and pressed all the way in. “So tight.”

Mrs. B wiggled out from underneath me as I went to my hands and knees. She twisted, turned, moving so that she was under me again. This time we were face-to-face, her eyes on mine. Slipping a hand behind my head, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me as I felt Doc begin, pulling his cock almost all the way out before sliding back into me again.

I moaned into her mouth when he really started to fuck me hard, driving me forward against her, my little breasts quivering against hers. He spread my legs wider with his big thighs, pressing me open, thrusting his cock deep, now.

“Do you like that?” Mrs. B whispered into my ear, licking my neck.

I was breathless with it, panting, being fucked so hard. “Yes!” I arched my back. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

Mrs. B’s hands cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples, and I saw her looking past me and knew she was looking at Doc-I could feel the communication passing between them like heat.

“Tell him,” Mrs. B whispered, looking into my half-closed eyes. “Tell him how much you love him fucking you.”

I groaned, feeling a heat creeping through my chest. I was lying naked on top of Mrs. B, and Doc was pounding my pussy from behind-how could I possibly be shy? And still, the words felt like too much in my mouth, and I shook my head.

“Please,” Mrs. B murmured, reaching down and finding my clit. I groaned as she rubbed it in little baby circles, moving the fleshy hood against the tiny bud underneath.

“Oh God!” I moaned, lifting my hips for him, feeling his cock swelling inside of me, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. “Oh yes, yes,” I gasped. “I love your big cock inside of me. Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me, hard!”

He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “Damn, she catches on quick!”

Mrs. B kissed me again, her tongue making circles against mine as her fingers made the same delicious shape against my clit. I couldn’t believe I was nearing that edge again, but I was. Between the pump and swell of his cock in me and the slick rub of her fingers, I couldn’t hold out against them both.

“Oh, I’m gonna come!” I buried my face in her neck. She kissed my hair again and again, her fingers never stopping, and Doc gave me the fullest, hardest thrusts I’d ever had, making me shake all over. I gasped and hissed as my orgasm hit, biting at her shoulder, my pussy clenching tight around the shaft of his cock, pulling him into me.

“Oh fuck!” he cried, and I could actually feel his cock getting bigger inside of me, full to bursting. Mrs. B’s hand moved between my legs, pulling on his shaft. He wasn’t in me anymore, but he thrust behind me, driving me forward onto her as he came, growling and grunting as he gripped my ass.

Mrs. B smiled at me, lifting her hand to her mouth, and I saw that it was full of Doc’s cum. She licked at the side where the white stuff was sliding down her palm and then offered it to me. Hesitant, but remembering the taste of him after he came all over my belly, I licked at her fingers. It was acidic, different from the taste of her, but the look in her eyes and the moan she gave me when I sucked it from between her fingers sent a thrill through me.

“It’s all over my pussy,” she whispered, a light in her eyes again.

Doc moved from behind me, coming to lie next to Mrs. B with a groan. I smiled, moving down between her legs, and she watched as I started licking the slick, white fluid pooled on her mound. Doc watched, too, incredulous, as I followed a thick strand of it between her lips, sucking her clit into my mouth.

“Oh God!” Her hands went to my hair. I stayed there, my tongue moving back and forth against her clit, the taste of both of them in my mouth as I looked between their faces. Doc cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples, and I felt her whole body tensing, ready.

“Yes!” She trembled with the force of it, hands clenching the comforter into her fists. I couldn’t stop licking her-I was so greedy, so hungry-but she made me, pulling me up to her. They both kissed me and then they kissed each other as I snuggled down between them. I had never felt so wanted.

Doc’s finger traced the outline of my lips. Behind me, Mrs. B’s breathing had become deep and even, her chest rising and falling against my back, her arm thrown over my hip. I touched my forehead to his, trying to take it in, and found that I couldn’t. It was just too much to digest all at once, and I couldn’t do anything but be there, pressed between them, feeling a little like I was flying.