Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“Mmmm…” She watched him press his cock against her ass. “God, I miss that.”

I stared at her, my fingers stopping their little circles against my clit. “Have you-?”

She glanced over at me, noticing for the first time, I think, that my panties were off and I was playing, too.

“Oh yeah.” She gave me a wicked little grin. “I love having a cock in my ass.”

The thought seemed so foreign to me, so… naughty and wrong. But the girl on the screen seemed to like it a lot. She was moaning and saying, “Fuck my ass with that big cock!”

“Can I go first?” Gretchen picked up the vibrator.

I nodded, watching her turn it on, just the sound of it sending shivers through me. She slid it down between her legs, rubbing the head through her slit, moaning. Her other hand went under her shirt, and I could see her playing with her nipple. I longed to pull up her shirt and see it.

“Oh yeah,” she whispered as she slipped the vibrator inside of her.

I sat up on my elbow a little, looking down between her legs. There was a small landing strip of light blonde hair leading down to her pussy, but her lips were shaved smooth and were glistening wet. I fingered myself as I watched her, the thick length of the cock disappearing and then reappearing, slick with her juices.

She was still watching the screen and I glanced over at it again. Now it was the girl and the older guy and his wife. The wife was licking the girl’s pussy on the bed, and the older man was behind his wife, fucking her that way. Gretchen turned the vibrator up a notch, moaning and fucking herself faster.

My pussy was throbbing, my clit humming under my fingers. I pulled up my shirt, playing with my nipples, too, turning the hum to a deep, delicious buzz. I moaned, rocking on the bed, and Gretchen looked over at me, her eyes half-closed.

“Feel good?” Her gaze was between my legs. I spread myself a little more open, tilting my hips so she could see. Her tongue moved over her lower lip as she watched me, the vibrator speeding up even faster.

“Want to know what feels better?” I took my fingers out of my pussy and licked them. She raised her eyebrows in surprise but her eyes never left my tongue moving over the tips of my fingers.

“What?” she whispered. I didn’t answer but instead I slipped between her legs, my mouth moving right over her pussy, sucking on her clit.

“Oh!” she cried, surprised at first, but I took the vibrator from her hands, moving it, twisting it in and out of her pussy as I licked her. “Ohhhhhhh! Oh yessss!”

She opened her eyes to look down at me, her long, straight blonde hair framing her face, her eyes dazed with pleasure. I reached up, tugging at her shirt, pushing it up above her breasts. They were a little fuller than mine, her nipples pink and thick and round in the middle of a rosy areola. I rolled one between my finger and thumb, feeling her jump.

I flicked my tongue over and over her clit, which was fat and swollen with a thick hood. She tasted different from Mrs. B, or even me, slightly more musky and a little tart, but she was soaking wet, so slippery that the vibrator slid easily in and out of her pussy as I fucked her.

“Oh sweet Jesus!” She moaned, her head going back, her hips moving up, giving in completely. I slid the vibrator out of her pussy and heard her groan, but I replaced it with my fingers, two of them, remembering what Doc had done to me the other night on the counter. I crooked my fingers, feeling her jump and wiggle at my touch.

The vibrator was still going so I took it in my other hand and pressed the head to the top of her slit, right where those light blonde hairs began to curl, still moving my tongue back and forth over her clit. She really seemed to like that, bucking up and tugging at her own nipples. They were as red as little cherries now with her twisting and pulling on them.

I wished I had three hands because my pussy was aching to be touched. I imagined what it would be like if Doc walked in and saw us. I wanted his cock inside of me, pumping me full of his hard, hot flesh. Gretchen began thrashing as I rubbed deep inside her pussy, feeling something swelling under my fingers. Her flesh was so wet, I could barely keep her in my mouth and her juices ran down my chin and over her ass.

“Oh wait!” Her hands pushed at me as I pressed even harder inside, stretching the smooth walls of her pussy with my fingers again and again. “Oh, God, wait, what-?”

And then she was coming, her cries loud and high, almost little squeaks as she trembled all over with pleasure. Gasping, she grabbed my head, pressing it to her mound, mashing my face there.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Lick me, oh yeah, more, more!”

I did, taking the vibrator and sliding it down between my own legs, rubbing it over my clit as I let her use my tongue. Her hips were rocking and grinding into my face and I just opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue for her.

“Oh my fucking God!” She moaned, her dazed eyes looking down at me between her legs. I saw her gaze flicker to the screen behind me and I could hear the movie still going, the sounds of fucking, moaning, swearing, panting. It was nothing compared to what was happening on the Baumgartner’s bed between me and Gretchen.

My clit found the edge of the vibrator’s shaft, that big black cock nestled between my legs as I ate her pussy for everything I was worth. The sounds of her pleasure made me dizzy. It was like feeding an addiction-I just wanted more and more. My pussy was so swollen and slick, throbbing for release, and I rocked my hips against the cock between my thighs, working toward it.

“Make me come!” She panted, her smooth, pale belly undulating as she rocked. “Please, please make me come!”

I groaned, pushing myself to my own climax as I moved my tongue faster and faster against her pussy, not knowing where I started and she began. I came so hard I couldn’t even see straight and my ears were ringing and all I could do was lick and swallow her as she came too, her soft cries filling the room.

“Holy shit,” she whispered as I sat up between her thighs, wiping my face with the back of my hand. It didn’t do much good, I was literally just soaked with her all the way down to my nipples. I grinned, still breathless and she smiled back at me, looking dazed. There was a huge wet spot on the bed, too, that I wondered how were going to hide.

Then we heard Henry screaming, “Monster! There’s a monster!”

Gretchen pulled her t-shirt down, grabbing her panties. “I’ll get him. You…clean up.”

I turned off the movie, put everything back, and put my own panties back on. Then I washed up. By the time I was done, Henry was back to sleep and Gretchen was downstairs under the covers.

“Are you asleep?” I whispered, climbing in with her.

We were sharing the sofa bed tonight. She didn’t answer me, and I could hear her breathing was deep and even. Either she was sleeping or pretending to be. I closed my eyes, feeling a slow heat burning in my chest as I remembered what we’d done. I snuggled up to her back, drifting off, still tasting her in my mouth.

Janie crept in between Gretchen and I on the sofa bed at what felt like it had to be five in the morning. It was full light, though, so I knew it couldn’t be. She snuggled up to me and I kissed her cheek, pulling her close and trying to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t. I kept remembering the night before.

Gretchen was still sleeping, her blonde hair like gold strands falling around her face and shoulders, her lips a perfect little rosebud. She had such soft, delicate features, like a doll. I was both envious and attracted at the same time, a paradox that made me squirmy.