Crazy About the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt Page B

was in need of relief. I could almost taste his cum at the back of my
throat. God, I wanted it. I desperately wanted it. My pussy throbbed and I
strummed my aching clit, feeling my own climax coming. Soon. So very close.
    But
then the two women, like they had the same thought at the same time, situated
themselves on either side of Doc and proceeded to kiss each other over the head
of his cock. I licked my lips, brushing my nipples through my t-shirt and
furiously rubbing at my clit as I watched them take turns, first Dani, then
Mrs. B, sucking his cock.
    “Who
wants it?” Doc asked with a low growl. “Who wants my cum?”
    “Me!”
The both said it at the same time and he groaned, pulling Mrs. B off his cock
and stroking it hard and fast, hips bucking up, the first spray hitting her
cheek. Dani went right in, her tongue licking it from Mrs. B’s face as the
second shot rose up like a geyser, right between them, both women fighting to
cover the head of his cock, shoving his hand off, their fists encircling him,
pumping, looking for more.
    I
moaned. I couldn’t help it. My pussy was on fire, spasming, my orgasm ripping
through me, my pussy making squelching noises as I fucked myself. I ached to
taste that cum in my throat, imagining all of our tongues fighting for it,
licking it off each other’s faces. My pussy clenched around my fingers and I
wished it was a hard cock buried deep, filling me again and again. Then I collapsed
onto the carpet in the slant of light coming from the bedroom door, shaking so
hard I didn’t think I could ever move on my own again.
    “Such
good girls,” I heard Doc murmur. “God we’ve missed you, Dani.”
    I
slid my hand out of my panties, lifting my fingers to my mouth to suck them. I
found myself wishing it was Mrs. B’s pussy I was tasting. I wanted to know what
those fat lips felt like in my mouth, her clit hard against my tongue. I could
smell the heat of my own pussy mixing with the scent of their sex. God, I loved
the smell of cum.
    “Did
you hear something?” Mrs. B asked.
    My
eyes flew open and I realized I could see them. Just their feet and
legs—they were all in a huddle on the bed—but if they sat up, they
could see me, practically passed out in the hallway, still panting from getting
myself off while I watched them have sex.
    I
was in so much trouble.
    “The
kids?” Doc asked, still sounding out of breath.
    “Maybe.”
    I
heard them shifting on the bed and sat up, glancing around. There was only one place
to go. I crawled quickly into my room—thank God the door was open and the
light was off—hiding behind the door. I heard someone walking down the
hall.
    “Gretchen?”
Mrs. B called.
    I
closed my eyes tight, willing my heart to stop in my chest, because I was sure
she could hear it beating. I held my breath, waiting to be discovered.
    “Do
you see them?” Doc called.
    “The
fire’s out. There’s no light in the tents. I think they’re sleeping,” Mrs. B
called. She was in the bathroom, looking into the backyard. I heard the toilet
flush, the sink running.
    “Oh
I need a shower,” I heard Dani say as Mrs. B went back into the bedroom.
    “Mm
let’s go get clean,” Doc said. “Then we can do it again and get all dirty.”
    I
cowered behind the bedroom door, waiting for them all to go down the hall to
the bathroom. I waited until I heard the bathroom door close and the shower go
on. I waited longer, counting to a hundred-Mississippi. Twice. Then I heard the
sound of moaning from the bathroom and I knew the coast was really clear. They
were busy again.
    My
pussy twinged as I hesitated outside of the bathroom door, imagining what was
going on in there, but I didn’t linger long. I crept back down the stairs and
outside, shutting the patio doors behind me. There was dew on the grass already
and I ran through it in my bare feet in the moonlight, shivering. I peeked
inside my tent, seeing Henry asleep, snoring just as loudly as he’d complained
Janie did.