by Selena Kitt
Carrie moaned, his tongue sucking at hers as he began to thrust, driving her up on the bed. He fucked her hard, so hard it almost hurt, but she didn’t care. Carrie gasped when Doc rolled her to her back and she saw that the couple beside them had changed position, Wilson shoving his cock in hard and deep.
“Fuck me,” Daphne begged, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Do it! Oh fuck! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh!”
Carrie knew the sweet sound of her friend’s impending orgasm, feeling her own beginning to rise. She glanced up at Wilson, his eyes half-closed, sweat sheening the tattoos on his chest, his dark hair falling like a curtain, and then she looked at Doc, his eyes on her and her alone.
“Come on, baby,” Carrie urged, reaching down to feel his cock going into her, needing to touch that place where they were joined. “Make me come all over that big, hard dick.”
Doc took the challenge, spreading her thighs wider with his, the friction building between them, the heat unbearable. She rubbed the ridge of her clit, back and forth, circling, teasing, wanting it and not, loving that feeling of hovering just at the edge.
“Ohhhhh fuck, Daphne, your pussy is so fucking good!” Wilson cried, the whole mattress shaking with his thrusts. “Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhh!”
Carrie reached for Doc, pulling her to him, taking all of his weight, wrapping herself around him and clinging like a vine. She couldn’t get close enough, hearing her friend’s whimpers and cries beside her, the room filled with the sounds and scent of their fucking.
“Baby,” Doc panted, his cock swelling, the sights and sounds and smells of it too much for him, too much for her too.
“Yes!” She let him fuck her, fill her, take her. “Do it! Come! Come! Ohhhhh fuck! I’m gonna come!”
Doc growled and shuddered into her, their bodies slick and sliding together as they both came, Carrie arching and writhing beneath him, Doc rutting and grunting on top of her, both of them reaching their pinnacle together, a mountain climbed and conquered, the free-fall off the other side a long, sweet ride down into nothing and everything all at once.
Carrie kissed his sweaty neck as he collapsed onto her, smiling dreamily up at the ceiling. Beside her, Wilson and Daphne were whispering and giggling and the sound was more sweet music to her ears.
“We are so going to have to wash these sheets,” Doc said, laughing.
“Shh.” Carrie nudged him, looking over at the couple beside them, cuddled together in an almost visible afterglow. “Look.”
Doc did and grinned. “I guess this solves the problem of where he’s going to sleep tonight.”
“I think it solves a lot of problems,” Carrie agreed, kissing her husband quiet.
* * * *
Nan stood on a kitchen chair, tacking up the mistletoe in the doorway, while her husband, Chuck, poured himself another egg nog.
“You’re sure it’s okay, having all these people here?” Carrie held the chair for her mother-in-law and glanced into the living room where Wilson and Daphne were talking on the couch. Doc winked and tipped back his beer from a chair across the room, dropping her a wink.
“Don’t be silly.” Nan waved her concern away. “I told you before, when you asked me if your friend could come. The more the merrier!”
“That’s very nice,” Carrie complimented her mother-in-law’s placement of the mistletoe.
“It’s not Christmas without mistletoe.” Nan climbed down from her perch.
“Chuck, you’d better offer our guest some of that egg nog before it’s all gone!” Nan scolded, putting the chair back at the kitchen table.
Her father-in-law sighed, poking his head around the corner.“You kids want some egg nog?”
“I’m good,” Doc said, tipping his beer in his father’s direction as he came into the kitchen. He saw his wife standing by the egg nog and went to her, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. “But I bet our two lovebirds wouldn’t turn down some nog.”
Daphne and Wilson appeared in the doorway, arms wrapped around each other. Carrie couldn’t help smiling at the sight.
“Oh! Oh! Look up!” Nan grinned, pointing at the mistletoe she’d just hung in the doorway.
“Oh darn, we’re caught.” Daphne laughed, putting her arms around Wilson’s neck. “I guess we have to kiss.”
Wilson actually blushed, but their lips met under the mistletoe and they all applauded.
Carrie smiled as Doc turned her to him, capturing her mouth and kissing her deeply. It was a very un-public kiss, a very not-in-front-of-your-parents-and-our-friends kiss, making her toes curl and her knees threaten to buckle.
“We’re not under the mistletoe,” she gasped when they parted, laughing.
Doc smiled. “I don’t need an excuse to kiss my wife.”
“Merry Christmas, Doc.” She put her arms around his neck, and everything else—Daphne and Wilson giggling under the mistletoe, Nan setting out a plate of cheese and crackers, Chuck pouring himself yet another egg nog while Nan wasn’t looking—melted away at the look in her husband’s eyes. He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world—the only woman in his world who mattered.
“I love you.” Doc kissed her again, this time quickly, lightly, a casual kiss, one that told her that he expected to kiss her again, soon and often. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
The End
ABOUT SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com
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BABYSITTING THE BAUMGARTNERS
By Selena Kitt
Ronnie—or as Mrs. Baumgartner insists on calling her, Veronica—has been babysitting for the Baumgartners since she was fifteen years old and has practically become another member of the family. Now a college freshman, Ronnie jumps at the chance to work on her tan in the Florida Keys with “Doc” and “Mrs. B” under the pretense of babysitting the kids. Ronnie isn’t the only one with ulterior motives, though, and she discovers that the Baumgartners have wayward plans for their young babysitter. This wicked hot sun and sand coming of age story will seduce you as quickly as the Baumgartners seduce innocent Ronnie and leave everyone yearning for more!
Warnings: This title contains sand, sun, micro-bikinis, graphic language, seriously erotic erotica, lesbian sex, anal sex, sex toys, a MFF menage a trois (threesome) between an older couple and their teen babysitter that may set your Kindle on fire (or your print pages if you haven't yet been Kindle-assimilated) and a coming-of-age fantasy that will rock your world.
EXCERPT from
BABYSITTING THE BAUMGARTNERS:
When my legs felt steady enough to hold me, I got out of the shower and
As I made my way across the hall, I heard Mrs. B's voice from behind their door. "You want that tight little nineteen-year-old pussy, Doc?"
I stopped, my heart leaping, my breath caught. Oh my God. Were they talking about me? He said something, but it was low, and I couldn't quite make it out. Then she said, "Just wait until I wax it for you. It'll be soft and smooth as a baby."
Shocked, I reached down between my legs, cupping my pussy as if to protect it, standing there transfixed, listening. I stepped closer to their door, seeing it wasn't completely closed, still trying to hear what they were saying. There wasn't any noise, now.
"Oh God!" I heard him groan. "Suck it harder."
My eyes wide, I felt the pulse returning between my thighs, a slow, steady heat. Was she sucking his cock? I remembered what it looked like in his hand--even from a distance, I could tell it was big--much bigger than any of the boys I'd ever been with.
"Ahhhh fuck, Carrie!" He moaned. I bit my lip, hearing Mrs. B's first name felt so wrong, somehow. "Take it all, baby!"
All?! My jaw dropped as I tried to imagine, pressing my hand over my throbbing mound. Mrs. B said something, but I couldn't hear it, and as I leaned toward the door, I bumped it with the towel wrapped around my hair. My hand went to my mouth and I took an involuntary step back as the door edged open just a crack. I turned to go to my room, but I knew that they would hear the sound of my door.
"You want to fuck me, baby?" she purred. "God, I'm so wet ... did you see her sweet little tits?"
"Fuck, yeah," he murmured. "I wanted to come all over them."
Hearing his voice, I stepped back toward the door, peering through the crack. The bed was behind the door, at the opposite angle, but there was a large vanity table and mirror against the other wall, and I could see them reflected in it. Mrs. B was completely naked, kneeling over him. I saw her face, her breasts swinging as she took him into her mouth. His cock stood straight up in the air.
"She's got beautiful tits, doesn't she?" Mrs. B ran her tongue up and down the shaft.
"Yeah." His hand moved in her hair, pressing her down onto his cock. "I want to see her little pussy so bad. God, she's so beautiful."
"Do you want to see me eat it?" She moved up onto him, still stroking his cock. "Do you want to watch me lick that sweet, shaved cunt?"
I pressed a cool palm to my flushed cheek, but my other hand rubbed the towel between my legs as I watched. I'd never heard anyone say that word out loud and it both shocked and excited me.
"Oh God, yeah!" He grabbed her tits as they swayed over him. I saw her riding him, and knew he must be inside of her. "I want inside her tight little cunt."
I moved the towel aside and slipped my fingers between my lips.
He's talking about me!
The thought made my whole body tingle, and my pussy felt on fire. Already slick and wet from my orgasm in the shower, my fingers slid easily through my slit.
"I want to fuck her while she eats your pussy." He thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips. Her breasts swayed as they rocked together. My eyes widened at the image he conjured, but Mrs. B moaned, moving faster on top of him.
"Yeah, baby!" She leaned over, her breasts dangling in his face. His hands went to them, his mouth sucking at her nipples, making her squeal and slam down against him even harder. "You want her on her hands and knees, her tight little ass in the air?"
He groaned, and I rubbed my clit even faster as he grabbed her and practically threw her off him onto the bed. She seemed to know what he wanted, because she got onto her hands and knees and he fucked her like that, from behind. The sound of them, flesh slapping against flesh, filled the room.
They were turned toward the mirror, but Mrs. B had her face buried in her arms, her ass lifted high in the air. Doc's eyes looked down between their legs, like he was watching himself slide in and out of her.
"Fuck!" Mrs. B's voice was muffled. "Oh fuck, Doc! Make me come!"
He grunted and drove into her harder. I watched her shudder and grab the covers in her fists. He didn't stop, though--his hands grabbed her hips and he worked himself into her over and over. I felt weak-kneed and full of heat, my fingers rubbing my aching clit in fast little circles. Mrs. B's orgasm had almost sent me right over the edge. I was very, very close.
"That tight nineteen-year-old cunt!" He shoved into her. "I want to taste her." He slammed into her again. "Fuck her." And again. "Make her come." And again. "Make her scream until she can't take anymore."
I leaned my forehead against the doorjamb for support, trying to control how fast my breath was coming, how fast my climax was coming, but I couldn't. I whimpered, watching him fuck her and knowing he was imagining me ... me!
"Come here." He pulled out and Mrs. B turned around like she knew what he wanted. "Swallow it."
He knelt up on the bed as she pumped and sucked at his cock. I saw the first spurt land against her cheek, a thick white strand of cum, and then she covered the head with her mouth and swallowed, making soft mewing noises in her throat. I came then, too, shuddering and shivering against the doorframe, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
When I opened my eyes and came to my senses, Mrs. B was still on her hands and knees, focused between his legs--but Doc was looking right at me, his dark eyes on mine.
He saw me. For the second time today--he saw me.
My hand flew to my mouth and I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob behind me I knew was there. I finally found it, slipping into my room and shutting the door behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding, my pussy dripping, and wondered what I was going to do now.
SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS
NOVELS
A Baumgartner Reunion
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Bluebeard’s Wife
Falling Down
Foreign Exchange
Heidi and the Kaiser
Letters to the Baumgartners
Naughty Bits (Revised)
Plaid Skirt Confessions
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
UNDER MR. NOLAN’S BED TRILOGY
Temptation
Confession
Grace
NOVELLAS
Blind Date
Escaping Fate
Taken (FREEBIE)
ANTHOLOGIES
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Shorts
Confessions
EcoErotica
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Volume 1
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Volume 2
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection
Quickies
Shivers
Taboo: The Collection
Tickled Pink
SHORT STORIES
A Baumgartner Christmas
A Different Angle
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Alice
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Beauty
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Rapunzel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Red
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Wendy
A Twisted Bard’s Tale (FREEBIE)
Advent Calendar
Christmas Stalking
Connections (FREEBIE)
Core Deep
Daddy’s Favorites:Anna
Daddy’s Favorites: Becca
Daddy’s Favorites: Clara
Daddy’s Favorites: Christa
Daddy’s Favorites: Darla
Daddy’s Favorites: Tina
French Lessons
Garden of Eden
Girls Only: Moms’ Night Out
Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution
Girls Only: Pajama Party
Girls Only: Pool Party
Girls Only: Sybian Sorority
Girls Only: The Hairdresser
Happy Accident
I’ll Be Your Superman
Lassoing the Moon
Lost Souls
Man of the House
Meet the Baumgartners
On Cherry Hill
Paperback Romance
Power Play: Emily and the Priest
Power Play: Ivy and the Cop
Power Play: Katie and the Dom
Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive
Pumpkin Eater
Sacred Spots
Second Chance
Shorn
Sibling Lust: In the Barn (FREEBIE)
Sibling Lust: In the Fold
Sibling Lust: On the Bus
Sibling Lust: Under the Stars
Starving Artist
Stay
The Flintstone Experiment
The Gingerbread Man
The Laundry Chute
The Ride
The Velvet Choker
AUDIO
A Baumgartner Reunion
Advent Calendar
Alice (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Baumgartner Shorts
Beauty (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Blind Date
Bluebeard’s Wife
Briar Rose (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Confessions
Daddy’s Favorites: Anna
Daddy’s Favorites: Becca
Daddy’s Favorites: Christa
Daddy’s Favorites: Clara
Daddy’s Favorites: Darla
Daddy’s Favorites: Tina
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