Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

I followed, my pussy rubbing against hers as I stretched out and leaned over her, my tongue working back and forth over the thick, firm flesh of her nipples. I couldn’t help rocking against her, my pussy filled with that ache again, but it was all the wrong angle, just a tease, our smooth lips rubbing, the swell of our thighs in the way.

“Try this,” Doc murmured, seeing my frustration, lifting my leg and putting it onto the counter over Mrs. B’s thigh. That was a little better, and I could wiggle and mash my lips more fully with hers, but I couldn’t reach her breasts from this angle. She took over where I left off, rolling her nipples as I made circles over her pussy with mine. It still wasn’t quite good enough-my clit was aching for more.

The bathroom counter was big, but I wasn’t sure if it was wide enough for both of us. That’s what I wanted-to be up on top of her. Doc moved in behind me, helping me, lifting my leg, hers, pushing us onto the counter, so Mrs. B leaned back against the mirror. Then I knelt over her, one thigh between hers, the other hooked over her hip, the soft flesh of our pussies sliding over each other.

“Oh yes!” Mrs. B’s gaze moved first to Doc, who held me, making sure I wouldn’t fall, then to me, her eyes starting to close with the sensation.

She reached down and spread her lips open, mine too, her fingers pushing and prodding at our flesh until our clits kissed as I rocked on her. I felt faint the moment my little bud touched hers, gasping out loud and feeling myself go weak. Doc held me, urging me, rocking me, and I kept going, seeing our reflection in the mirror.

His hand went to my nipples, and mine went to hers, tweaking, rolling, pulling, sending sweet waves down to where we were rubbing together. I ground my hips round and round, smearing our juices over the pink flesh between our lips. The folds of her pussy were swelling and so were mine as I rubbed our creases together, moaning and rocking and lost in the pleasure of it.

It was like riding a slow cresting wave, surfing it higher and higher as the sensation rose, making us both breathless. There was no hurrying it, no fast solution, just that gentle rubbing of our flesh, the friction building at its own slow, sweet pace.

Doc’s hand moved over his cock. I felt it against my hip, but I couldn’t even look. I bit my lip, watching her face as Mrs. B got there moments before I did, her orgasm trembling through her. The most amazing thing, the most wondrous and glorious thing, was feeling the flutter of her pussy against mine, clenching and releasing as she came, bucking and grinding up against me.

“Yes!” I groaned, rolling, rocking, sending myself right after her, my pussy spasming in delicious, shuddering waves, making me weak again. Doc grabbed onto me, holding my trembling shoulders as I moaned and shook with the force of it. He turned my face and kissed me, then, sucking my tongue into his mouth, his fingers slipping between our lips, rubbing through our wetness. He made me shiver when he brushed my still-pulsing clit.

“Which one of us do you want?” Mrs. B smiled up at him.

“Both of you.” He helped me down off of Mrs. B. I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me and I leaned forward onto the towel on the counter between Mrs. B’s legs, still panting. “At once, preferably.”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Greedy Doc.”

I found myself looking at Mrs. B’s pussy, glistening now with our juices, as Doc grabbed my hips.

“Or maybe just Ronnie.” He moved his fingers through my slit. I gasped when his fingers found me. “Bent over a different counter this time.”

“Easy!” I winced when his cock found me, following the path his fingers had taken through my slick, swollen folds. “Please, Doc.”

“Promise.” He groaned when he moved forward and up, one hand moving around to my belly, the other massaging my ass.

He went slow, giving me easy half-strokes, rocking me forward toward Mrs. B. I rested my cheek on her thigh as he fucked me and she stroked my hair, still wet from the shower. The hand on my belly moved a little lower, massaging as it went, his fingers finally reaching the top of my slit, moving the swell of my lips against my clit with the motion. It made me tingle.

“Do you like that tight little nineteen-year-old cunt, Doc?” Mrs. B asked and I felt my ass and pussy clench at her words.

He groaned, his fingers slipping further between my cleft, finding my clit, making me gasp.

“So tight and sweet.” She stroked my hair. I looked up at her and saw that she was smiling down at me. “You have a beautiful cunt, baby.”

Doc thrust harder now, but I didn’t complain because his fingers rubbed me, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“So do you, Mrs. B.” My eyes moved over the glistening folds, seeing a little pink peeking out between. I leaned in and kissed it, just a light kiss, but she moaned, rocking her hips forward a little.

I slipped my tongue into it then, sending a shudder through her, and then I was lost in her pussy, sinking into it with a moan as Doc pushed a little deeper now, his fingers still working my clit.

“Good girl,” Mrs. B murmured as I parted her fat lips with my tongue, pushing against the hood of her clit, rolling it around. She tasted a little different and I realized that it was the taste of us together, a light musky scent filling my nose as I moved my head and mouth from side to side against her flesh.

Doc slipped out of my pussy, rubbing the head along my slit, meeting his fingers at my clit. I moaned against Mrs. B’s flesh as he rocked the spongy tip there for a while, pressing it into me with his fingers. It made me suck and lap at her even more, urgent and a little wild, and she cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders.

“Oh fuck!” She grabbed my head, guiding me, smashing my lips and tongue against her clit as she came again, the spasms sending her legs straight out, trembling with the force of her orgasm.

She whispered as she loosened her grip in my hair. “Oh God… oh, baby… you have the sweetest tongue.”

I moved up her body, feeling Doc’s shaft slip from between my legs as I kissed her, the taste of her between us, filling our mouths. He nudged me from behind, his hands running down my ribcage, my hips.

“Turn around.” He twisted my pelvis with his hands, grabbing me and putting me up onto the counter in front of Mrs. B. He pressed my knees back, opening me up completely, and Mrs. B grabbed them from behind, holding them open.

“Fuck her.” Mrs. B’s words were whispered into my ear, but she was looking at Doc. “Make her cum all over that big, fat cock.”

I groaned as Doc slid back inside of me and we started rocking, Mrs. B still holding onto my knees, keeping me spread wide for him. The only sound was the wet music of my pussy being pounded and our breath, everything coming faster and faster. Mrs. B’s breasts were a full, soft cushion behind me, her body smooth against mine.

“Do you like that cock, baby?” Mrs. B whispered in my ear, sliding both hands along the insides of my thighs, squeezing them, making me moan.

“Yes!” I looked down at him disappearing into my pussy. He was sinking all the way into me, working hard, and I had forgotten that I was sore-I wasn’t sore in that moment. My pussy was on fire, throbbing and aching for more. I just couldn’t get enough.

I didn’t need any prompting this time, I met Doc’s eyes and told him, “Fuck me, Doc. Fuck me hard! I want it hard! Please! Please!”

I wanted to feel every part of him inside of me, and I clawed and clutched at his arms as he grabbed my hips and drove harder, groaning as he did, his cock swelling inside of me.

Mrs. B moaned in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Take that big cock. Let him fuck you until you cum.”