Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“Do you finger yourself?” His eyes following the path of my fingers through my lips and back up to my clit.

“Sometimes.” I put my feet up on his shoulders, giving him a better view and spreading myself really wide. He groaned as he watched me slide a finger into my pussy, and then another, moving them slowly in and out and using my thumb against my clit.

“Talented girl,” he murmured, and I saw his shoulder and arm muscles moving and knew that he was rubbing his cock. When I slid my fingers out and back up to my clit, he grabbed my wrist, sucking the juices off.

“My turn.” He licked my swollen lips, up one side, then the other, teasing me at the top of the cleft, pulling on the skin with his tongue but not touching my clit.

I slid my hands over my breasts, my nipples so hard they felt hot under my fingers as I rolled and tugged on them, sending sweet waves of extra pleasure down to the spot that Doc was licking with his tongue. He moved it around and around at first-fat, lazy circles that made me moan and press my feet into his shoulders.

Then his fingers moved inside of me, twisting, searching, exploring the smooth, tight walls of my pussy. His mouth covered my clit, his tongue doing that fast flutter back and forth that I heard learned to love so much, and I wondered if Mrs. B liked it, too, or if she had told him about it. Then I couldn’t think at all anymore as turned his fingers in me, palm up, and crooked them, like he had earlier when he told me to “come here.”

At first, there was just the pressure of his fingers, stroking there inside of me as his mouth covered my mound, his tongue working between my legs. Then it felt like I had to pee and I tried to make him stop, wiggling and squirming, but he wouldn’t let me go, he just kept on and on, harder, even, rubbing that spot deep inside me as he licked my clit.

“Doc!” I felt something coming and I was almost scared by the intensity of it. He made a noise in his throat, his eyes on mine, nodding against me as his tongue moved faster still, his fingers inside me digging deeper, rubbing, rubbing, until I thought I would die.

“Oh fuck!” I nearly screamed it as something let go, completely let go, and I was coming buckets, flooding him with my juices as my pussy spasmed around his fingers, trying to draw him in deeper. My clit was just a hot, throbbing button of pleasure sending waves through me until my limbs felt weak and trembling with it.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, looking down at him, my climax still pulsing through my body. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

I gasped when he stood, and I saw the front of him was soaked, just covered with me. I looked at him in horror, covering my mouth.

“It’s okay.” He pulled me close and I wrapped myself around him. “That’s supposed to happen.”

“It is?” I looked up at him, doubtful. He nodded, kissing me, and I could taste my pussy and something else, something sweet.

“I told you I was hungry.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me in toward the bulge in his crotch. His boxers were still on and I reached down between us, feeling the lump of hard heat there.

“Now it’s my turn?” I smiled, rubbing my hand over it.

He groaned. “Be my guest.”

I slid off the counter, letting him lean against it as I freed his cock, yanking his shorts down and tossing them aside. He stood straight out, pulsing slightly in my hand, and I slid the head past my lips, running my tongue all around it like I’d seen Mrs. B do. His cock was big and hard to get down my throat, but I tried, swallowing more of it every time I went down on him again.

By the time I was taking a little more than half of him into my mouth, he was breathing harder, his hands were in my hair, and he moaned a little, his eyes closed, his head back. Remembering Mrs. B sucking his balls earlier that night, I reached under and cupped them, rolling them gently in my hands.

“Oh God yeah!” He groaned and I saw his eyes roll back a little as he took a long, deep breath. “You are such a sweet little cock sucker.”

The praise and the dirty words went through me like white heat, making my pussy buzz. I sucked harder then, wanting to please him, hear him moan louder, and was rewarded when he grabbed my hair, pulling me off his cock. It made a fat “pop” as it came out, my saliva still dripping from the end.

“I want to fuck you!” he growled and I nodded, standing, my hand reaching for his cock again, wanting it.

“Where?” I looked around.

“Right fucking here!” He turned me and pressed my belly into the counter.

I didn’t have time to think as he parted my lips with the fat head of his cock from behind, forcing his way through my wet flesh. I gripped the edge of the counter to keep my balance as he started to fuck me, his cock slamming into me, his fingers digging into my hips.

“God, I love your tight little cunt!” He groaned, fucking me a little deeper, using his legs to come up into me at an angle, making me squeal. The sound of his words were like music, and it made my body sing.

“Fuck me, Doc!” I pressed my cheek to the counter, letting him take me.

“Say it again.” He grunted, moving his hips in small circles now, staying deep, rubbing the swollen head of his cock somewhere in my depths.

“Oh God!” I cried, going up on my tiptoes, spreading as wide as I could to take him and still wanting more. “Fuck me, Doc! Fuck me, hard!”

“Good girl!” he growled, and he did fuck me harder, and I didn’t even know he could, his cock pistoning into my pussy, his pelvis slapping fast against my ass, making my breath hitch.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I cried, over and over, feeling him filling me, stretching me open, his cock spearing into my slick, aching tunnel and still I held on, squeezing him, wanting more, wanting it to go on and on.

“Come on, baby.” He reached under and found my clit, making me whimper. “Do it for me, Ronnie.”

“Oh Doc!” I moaned, not able to stand against it, his fingers working me, his cock impaling me, I was lost, and I came hard, shuddering with the force of it, feeling my belly quiver and tremble against the smooth, cool counter underneath me. He rode it with me, my pussy squeezing him, threatening to swallow his shaft, until I gasped and panted under him.

“Now…” He eased me up and back, still inside of me. “I want you to swallow it all like a good hungry little girl.”

I turned and sank to my knees, sucking and licking all my juices off his cock. It wasn’t long, a few hard thrusts deep into my throat, and he shuddered and filled my mouth with his cum. There was so much of it I thought I would choke, and I couldn’t do anything but swallow and swallow, my eyes and throat burning with the intensity of it.

He slid out of my mouth, still wet, and sank to his knees, too, rocking me, murmuring something I couldn’t quite hear because my ears were still ringing.

“Still hungry?” he asked after a moment.

I laughed and looked up at him, sliding my hand between his legs and squeezing his softening cock.

“Yes.”

I woke up stretched out naked on my tummy in the Baumgartner’s bed, the early morning light streaming in the window. I smelled coffee and heard the shower running and saw a pillow on either side of me where they had slept. I stretched, flushing when I remembered last night-not just our midnight snack, but later, coming to bed with Mrs. B, the way they pressed me between them when they kissed.

I couldn’t count how many times I had woken up to feel his hand or hers between my legs or cupping my breast. Once it was his cock pressed between my cheeks from behind while Mrs. B held my leg up so he could fuck me, slow and easy. I felt dazed and sleepy, but I remembered coming while Mrs. B rubbed my clit and sucked my nipples.