Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“Mommy says it’s ok,” she murmured into my ear, nudging his fingers out of the way with the tip of his cock, and I felt the swollen head seeking entrance. “Just this once…”

Groaning, I sank my flesh down over his shaft, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my heels into his back. The water bobbed us all up and down, a natural rhythm, his cock slipping through me again and again. Mrs. B stood next to us, tugging at my nipples, leaning in to lick them.

“Ooooo yes!” I arched my back for her tongue as it made circles around my pink, pursed buds. She held me in the water as I floated on my back now, kissing me as Doc grabbed my hips and worked his cock into my pussy, pushing against the surf. We rode it, slow gentle waves coming in one after the other, a rise and fall that I could feel spreading through my belly.

I wrapped my arms around Mrs. B’s neck, my tongue sucking hers in, moaning into her mouth as she tweaked my nipples and slid her hand down between my legs. Her fingers slipped over my mound, feeling where Doc was rocking his stiff flesh into my softness, and then climbed back up to my clit, staying there.

The waves seemed to swell and crest higher and higher, my cries lost in the sound of the surf. I was going to come and I clung to her, to him, both of them sending me over the edge into ecstasy. My pussy fluttered and then clamped down on Doc’s shaft as I came, sucking him deep inside of me as I twisted in his hands, her arms.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mrs. B murmured, her fingers getting another shiver, two, three, out of me. “That’s a good little girl.”

Doc slowed, stopped, but didn’t pull out of me. He was still hard, a pulsing heat inside of me as we floated together. I panted, breathless, into Mrs. B’s neck and we just rocked in the moonlight, drifting.

“Let’s go in.” Mrs. B helped me sit, still impaled on Doc. He groaned, gripping my hips for a moment, holding me still.

We didn’t say anything, we just gathered our clothes and went upstairs. Mrs. B started the shower, and we soaped each other, kissing, caressing, touching as we went. Her hand found its way between my legs again, slippery with soap, when I was kissing Doc, my fingers sliding wetly over his balls, cupping them, rolling.

“I should shave you again.” She petted me there.

“I’ll hold her,” Doc offered and I gasped when he leaned against the tile, turning my back to him and hefting me in his arms.

“Doc!” I squealed as he grabbed my knees, bent them back, exposing me to Mrs. B. I could feel the hard muscles of his chest and belly working as he took my weight, holding me up for her.

“Perfect.” Mrs. B chuckled, reaching for a razor she kept hanging on the shower organizer. She soaped me up good, rubbing hard to make a lather, and I gasped, twisting a little against Doc.

“Gotta hold still.” She raked the razor upward from bottom to top. Mrs. B spread my lips with her fingers at the top, the razor riding the pink edge toward them.

“Am I too heavy?” I turned my head to look at Doc, seeing his eyes following the path of the razor between my legs. He just shook his head, pulling my knees back even further, rolling my hips up a little so he could see even more. Mrs. B’s fingers slid over my mound, feeling for stray hairs. She teased my clit for a moment, making me sigh and moan.

When she reached for the showerhead, I grabbed her hand. “Wait.”

Puzzled, she turned back to me as I slid her fingers down through my slit, past the little opening to my pussy, down further to my ass.

“Don’t forget here,” I murmured and she smiled, her eyes bright.

“Mmmmmm!” She slipped a finger into my ass, making me gasp and squirm. “Let’s get your little asshole nice and clean, hm?” Doc groaned and I felt him shift, straining to see her finger probing between my cheeks, but he couldn’t from that angle.

“Do you like that?” she breathed, her eyes on my face. Her finger was twisting, pushing a little deeper, slippery with soap and sliding easily in and out.

“Yes.” I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on Doc’s shoulder. He turned to kiss me, sucking my tongue into his mouth as Mrs. B continued working her finger deeper and deeper into my ass.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Doc nuzzled my cheek.

I met his eyes. “Will you put your cock there?”

He let out a breath. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I nodded, finding his mouth again.

I didn’t know if it was the margaritas, or the heat of the shower, or the feel of her finger probing the sensitive flesh of my asshole, or perhaps the thought of Gretchen telling me how much she loved it… maybe it was just that this was our last night here, and I wanted to give them something special.

I whispered it against his mouth, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

The kiss broke as he lowered me slowly to my feet. My legs were tingly and a little numb and I clung to Mrs. B as she used the shower massage to rinse me off. We towel dried quickly and found our way into their bed, tumbling together, me between the two of them.

I kissed Mrs. B down to the bed, like she had me last night, spreading her thighs with mine, cupping her breasts in my hands. My baby-soft, smooth pussy rubbed up against hers and I shifted my hips from side to side, using my lips to spread hers lips, mashing our flesh together as we kissed.

Glancing over at Doc, seeing his cock in his hand, I groaned, resting my head against the soft pillow of Mrs. B’s breasts.

“Are you sure?” Mrs. B stroked my hair.

I nodded, seeing the fire in Doc’s eyes. “Yes. Come on, Doc.”

He leaned over and opened the night table drawer, pulling out the white tube he’d used with Mrs. B and opening the cap. Mrs. B’s fingers found my nipples, rolling, tugging, twisting, making me gasp as I watched him spread a generous amount of clear fluid over his cock.

Then he came to kneel between my thighs, his slick fingers gripping my ass, steadying me. I gasped when I felt him squirt something cold right against the tight, puckered hole of my ass. Mrs. B kissed my cheek, still thumbing my nipples, strumming them, making my pussy hum.

“Just my fingers,” Doc murmured, probing.

My eyes flew open wide and Mrs. B cooed into my ear. “Shhh, it’s ok.”

His finger was much larger and thicker than hers as it slid slowly in. I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes, feeling the stretch and a little burn as he put another one in.

“Oh God!” I groaned, burying my face against Mrs. B’s neck.

“You’re so tense.” She nuzzled me. “Relax…feel his fingers spreading you open…”

I was feeling it, and they seemed impossibly huge. I couldn’t imagine how big his cock was going to feel and I was dreading it. Mrs. B’s hands slid down over my ribcage, stroking the sides of my hips.

“Relax,” she whispered. “Open up your bottom…”

I sighed, drew a shaky breath, and tried. His fingers were working slowly in and out, around and around, twisting inside that tight band of flesh, spreading me open.

“Good, Ronnie,” Doc murmured and I felt him go deeper. “That’s it… let me in.”

Mrs. B slid her hand between my legs, cupping my mound. I sighed as her fingers started rubbing, making easy circles against my clit. It was a nice distraction from Doc’s tight stretch into my ass.

“Are you ready?” Doc slid his fingers out.

I groaned, bracing myself, clenching my eyes closed tight. “Okay.”

“No, sweetie.” Mrs. B lifted my chin and made me look at her. The fingers between my legs didn’t stop, stroking and petting my little clit, making me shiver.

“You have to be open.” She traced my lips with her finger, kissing me. “Look into my eyes… stay right here with me… okay?”