Baumgartner Hot Shorts

by Selena Kitt

  “That’s okay.” Carrie spread her towel out on the counter, sliding up to take a seat. She saw Daphne glance at her pussy, a puffy cleft between the swell of her thighs, and parted them a little, letting her see pink.

  “Do you want to play with yourself?” Daphne’s fingers lightly stroked the smooth skin of Carrie’s mound. “I’d love to watch.”

  She flushed, but she put one foot up on the counter, looking down between her own legs. Her pussy was pulsing, thick with excitement, and she used one finger to circle her clit. Daphne leaned in closer to watch, the blow dryer still pointed toward her red head but all but forgotten as she watched Carrie masturbate.

  Daphne’s free hand went between her own legs, parting her pussy lips. She had shaved her labia, leaving just that copper landing strip above. The girls touched themselves, watching each other, and Carrie saw that her friend’s nipples grew darker as they got hard, poking out a little. The sight made her shaky with excitement.

  “Oh, hell, it’s dry enough,” Daphne announced, shaking her hair out and turning the blow dryer off, tossing it on the counter, leaning in to bury her face in Carrie’s pussy.

  “Oh!” Carrie cried out in surprise but Daphne didn’t hesitate or pull back, instead using her hands to spread her thighs wider, putting Carrie’s other foot up on the counter, too. “Oh, my God, that feels soooo good.”

  Carrie glanced over, seeing the abandoned hair dryer, and grinned. “Want me to finish for you?”

  She grabbed it, flipping the switch, and pointed it down at her friend’s head. The heat blasted over her pussy as well as Daphne’s ginger tresses. Carrie alternated between drying her own hair and her friend’s, the heat of the blow dryer nothing compared to the fire between her legs.

  “Oh, yes,” she gasped, dropping the hair dryer onto the counter, barely remembering to turn it off. “Please, don’t stop. Right there on my clit. You’re going to make me come so fast!”

  Daphne seemed to know exactly what she was doing, her tongue focused on Carrie’s clit with lascivious precision. Her tongue lapped over and over, her persistence admirable. Carrie moaned and grabbed her knees, giving her more of her pussy, spreading wide, wider, widest, back arched, mouth twisted with pleasure.

  “Gonna come!” she gasped and Daphne went from lick to suck, sending her flying, the rock of her wanton hips almost bucking her off the counter with her orgasm.

  “Oh, my God,” Daphne whispered, feathering kisses between Carrie’s legs, over her mound and thighs. “Your pussy tastes so good. It’s so smoooooth.” She kissed it again, trying to suck her little clit back into her mouth, but Carrie squealed in protest, sliding fully off the counter.

  “Come on.” Carrie held out her hand.

  “Your room or mine?”

  “Mine’s closer.” Carrie grinned back over her shoulder. “And there’s a bigger bed. Besides, that’s where we’ll be when Doc gets here anyway.”

  “You really think he’ll be okay with this?” Daphne crawled up onto the bed. Carrie watched the swing of her friend’s hips as she moved, seeing a flash of pink between her thighs.

  “Trust me,” Carrie replied, climbing up beside her. “It will be the best Christmas present he ever got.”

  They rolled toward each other on the bed, limbs twining, tongues meshing, hips shifting on the mattress as if the heat of their pussies could melt into one another. Carrie had forgotten, oh, she had forgotten everything—the swell of a woman’s breast in her hand, the heat of a squishy wet pussy straddling her thigh, the way a woman tasted and smelled, so different from a man. How had she forgotten? How had she ever lived without it?

  “Are you sure this is okay?” Daphne whispered, dipping her head down to take one of Carrie’s dark nipples between her lips.

  “More than okay.” Carrie stroked the redhead’s slightly damp mass of hair, admiring the smattering of freckles over her friend’s pert nose. “Oh, yes, suck it like that.”

  Daphne bathed her nipple in saliva, leaving shining trails from one to the other in the lamp light. Carrie squirmed on the bed, her pussy ready again, aching for more, but she was far more eager to taste Daphne’s juices on her tongue.

  “I think it’s your turn,” Carrie admonished, rolling her friend to her back, nuzzling her neck, licking her collarbone, tracing down her clavicle toward her breastbone. Daphne didn’t protest—her greedy fingers were already buried between her own thighs, touching herself.

  Carrie stopped at Daphne’s breasts, blowing gently over her nipples, watching the skin around them pucker, her flat nipples rising in response, turning a darker pink. Daphne moaned when Carrie licked one, rolling her tongue around and around, loving the feel of it hardening under her tongue’s basting. Daphne’s fingers moved faster between her legs.

  “Let me do that.” Carrie moved down, spreading her friend’s creamy thighs. They were as soft as rose petals under her hands, her pussy lips shaved neatly, leaving the pink of her inner lips exposed. They were fat and protruding, asking to be licked, and Carrie obliged, dipping her tongue in for the first time.

  “Mmmmm!” Daphne rolled her hips up, her belly almost concave as she rocked, her hands moving up over the curving slope of her stomach to cup her own breasts. They were almost as big as Carrie’s, at least a C-cup, maybe a D, definitely more than a handful. Carrie glanced up to see them rising up like hills with pink nippled peaks.

  “Put your fingers in me,” Daphne instructed as Carrie traced the labyrinth of hot, pink flesh under her tongue, looking for the center. “Fuck me, too. I love that.”

  Carrie found her entrance, probing gently, parting her, but Daphne wasn’t having that. She bucked her hips, shoving Carrie’s fingers in deep, moaning loudly. The taste of her was making Carrie dizzy with longing, so fucking sweet and musky in her mouth, Daphne’s pussy responsive under her tongue, wiry red hair tickling her nose. Carrie didn’t ever want to stop licking her, tasting her, exploring every crevice, but Daphne was too eager for release.

  “Please!” Daphne begged, panting with passion, her pussy swollen and hot under Carrie’s tongue, her muscles clamping down on Carrie’s fingers. “Come on! Make me come! Make me come!”

  Carrie couldn’t resist her friend’s plea, fastening her mouth over Daphne’s mound and focusing her attention on her friend’s clit as she fingered Daphne’s pussy fast and hard. Daphne squeezed and tugged and twisted her own nipples until they were red and raw, a low, guttural sound building in her throat.

  “Ohhhhhhhhh!” Daphne cried, ass clenching, hips shuddering, thighs quivering. She was almost there, Carrie could feel it, she could taste it, and she wanted nothing more than to take her friend there. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me! I’m coming! Coming!”

  And she was, drowning Carrie in her juices, her cunt snapping shut on her fingers again and again, the muscles there so tight around her fingers it almost hurt—she couldn’t even imagine how good it would feel around a man’s cock. Daphne’s moans tapered off to whimpers as Carrie slowly withdrew her sticky fingers, licking them clean before climbing up next to her friend on the bed.

  “Sleepy,” Daphne murmured, her eyes still closed, a slow smile on her face.

  Carrie pulled the covers over them both. “Probably too much sun this afternoon.”

  “Let’s take a nap until dinner.” Daphne rolled toward her so they were belly to belly, both of them smiling, satisfied.

  “Then I have an idea,” Carrie said. “Let’s surprise Doc at the door.”

  “Sounds interesting.” Daphne opened one eye, then closed it again. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Well, I still have to wrap a few presents, so I packed some wrapping paper and ribbons...”

  Daphne giggled, hugging her. “You have a dirty, evil mind. I love it!”

  * * * *

  The girls dissolved into a fit of giggles at the door, fumbling with the deadbolt as Doc continued to knock.

  “C’mon, Carrie, it’s me!” he called, pounding the doo
r with his fist. “Don’t make me get out my keys...”

  Carrie winked at Daphne as she turned the lock and slowly swung the door wide. He saw Daphne first, wearing a wide, red velvet ribbon like a sash, a loopy bow attached, falling to her hip. She was completely nude.

  “Hey, what’s up, Doc?” Daphne stood with her hands on her hips.

  “Uh... wow... actually... my cock.” Doc gulped, glancing at his wife as she slipped an arm around Daphne’s waist. She wasn’t wearing anything at all—not even a ribbon or a bow. “All of a sudden.”

  Carrie turned, capturing Daphne’s lips with hers, their mouths slanting, tongues playing right out in the open. Carrie heard the door swing shut as Doc stepped fully into the entryway.

  “What...” Doc’s voice was faint. “What are you doing here?”

  “What does it look like?” Daphne’s blue eyes flashed mischievously, cupping his wife’s breast in her hand. “Want to join us?”

  “Does Santa wear a red suit and say ‘ho-ho-ho?’” He dropped his suitcase and his jaw as they both went to their knees in front of him. Carrie unzipped his jeans and Daphne pulled them down, but they both got to his cock at the same time, and he’d spoken the truth—he was hard. Invitingly hard.

  “Here,” Carrie offered, licking her lips but pointing his cock toward her friend’s waiting mouth. “You first.”

  Daphne took her gift, letting Carrie guide his cock into her mouth, both women looking up at Doc, who was gazing down at them with a dazed expression on his face, like he’d just walked into a dream—a really, really good dream.

  “So big and hard,” Daphne purred, tonguing the tip, licking Carrie’s fingers as she took him fully into her mouth. Doc groaned as Carrie leaned in, joining her friend, their tongues meeting over the head of his dick, fighting for it.

  “We need to get to a bed before I die,” Doc protested.

  The girls laughed and then it was a race up the stairs, both of them leaving Doc struggling with his pants down around his knees at the front door. By the time he got into the bedroom, both of the women were kissing on the bed, the red ribbon and bow hung over the bedpost.

  “Oh, wow.” He stopped in the doorway, his pants up now, but still undone. They looked up at him, blonde and red hair falling over their breasts. He waved them on, shaking his head. “Please, don’t let me interrupt!”

  Carrie smiled at her husband before turning her attention back to Daphne, licking her nipples hard, showing him. Doc slipped his jeans and boxers down again, circling around the bed, his cock already in his fist as he watched his wife sliding down to lick her friend’s pussy.

  “Come here,” Daphne urged, reaching for Doc. He let her grab his cock, tugging him onto the edge of the bed. “Oh, God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “You want that big hard cock?” Carrie teased, her tongue making circles around Daphne’s clit. “He’s going to fuck you so good.”

  Doc groaned at her words, cupping Daphne’s breast in his hand as she pumped him closer and closer to her mouth. She licked her lips, looking up into his eyes as his fingers dipped low on her belly, walking that line of red hair toward her pussy.

  “She’s wet for you,” Carrie assured him, watching as her husband slipped his fingers past Daphne’s threshold, testing the waters. She knew he wanted his cock there, and she wanted to watch him fuck Daphne, too.

  “Can I have her?” Doc asked her permission, holding his breath, and Carrie nodded, rolling to the side.

  “I want you to,” she whispered, crawling up to kiss her friend, feeling Daphne’s body tense with anticipation. “I want to watch.”

  Doc moved between Daphne’s thighs, parting them with his own, rubbing his cock up through her slit. His gaze was hungry, full of longing, but he glanced again at his wife for reassurance.

  “Do it, baby,” Carrie urged. “Put it in her. Tell me how it feels.”

  Doc swallowed, shifting his hips forward and sliding slowly into Daphne’s waiting pussy.

  “Ohhhhh,” Daphne moaned, turning her face toward Carrie, her eyes widening and then half-closing at the sensation. “Oh, my God, he feels so good!”

  “Doesn’t he?” Carrie murmured, kissing her friend’s cheek, stroking her breast, her areolas even more puffy than usual, her nipples rising, turning dark pink. She glanced up at her husband, who bit his lip and held still, thighs trembling. “How good does she feel, baby?”

  “Not as good as you.” He winked, slowly beginning to move inside of her. “But ohhhh... fuck... almost!”

  “Yessss!” Daphne rolled her hips up to meet his cock, fucking him back. “Oh, God, it’s been so fucking long since I had a nice hard dick...”

  “Mmmm.” Carrie slid her tongue over Daphne’s nipple, making her moan even louder. She couldn’t take her eyes off her husband’s cock, the length of him disappearing again and again into her friend’s wet pussy.

  “You okay?” Daphne bit her lip and looked at Carrie.

  Carrie nodded, kissing her in response, feeling Doc’s hand moving over her thigh, up between her legs. She couldn’t believe how okay she really was. It was more than okay—it was more than exciting. It felt right, somehow, as if some circuit had been completed between them.

  “I want to taste you.” Daphne cupped her friend’s breast, tweaking her nipple. “Come in my mouth while he fucks me. Please. Please, come sit on my face.”

  She couldn’t resist. Doc’s eyes brightened as he watched his wife straddle Daphne’s face, the redhead wrapping her arms around her hips, pulling her pussy to her mouth. Carrie moaned softly, looking at her husband, seeing his cock disappearing into Daphne’s pink flesh, and nearly came instantly.

  “Hold me,” she whispered, leaning forward, feeling his arms go around her, his mouth slanting across hers. They kissed as Doc fucked her best friend, rocking them all on the bed, and Daphne’s tongue madly worked her little clit, her guttural moans filling the room with every deep thrust.

  “Oh, baby, she feels so good,” Doc groaned, hips pumping faster, harder. Carrie wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her own hips in rhythm, mashing her pussy against Daphne’s eager tongue.

  “Does she have a nice, tight little pussy?” Carrie asked, feeling him shudder at her words. “You should taste her, Doc. She’s soooo sweet.”

  He groaned, his eyes meeting hers. “Lick her. Do it. Now.”

  “Mmmmmm!” Daphne managed as Carrie sank down to take her friend’s clit between her lips.

  Doc grabbed Daphne’s long legs, pushing them wide and back, giving Carrie lots of room. She stretched her tongue out, teasing her friend’s clit, nudging it to and fro, hearing Daphne moan and lick and suck at Carrie’s pussy with even more fervor. Doc was fucking her hard now, his face a mask of torture, his expression almost grim, and she knew he was holding back.

  “I want your come,” Carrie demanded, grabbing his thighs, her nails digging in. “Come all over her cunt and let me lick it off, baby!”

  “Oh, fuck,” Doc whispered, his cock squelching in the swelter of Daphne’s dewy little pussy. “I’m gonna do it for you. All for you, baby. Are you ready?”

  “Yes!” Carrie hissed, using her fingers instead of her tongue on Daphne’s clit now, watching her husband’s cock slamming roughly into her flesh. “Yes! Give it to me! Now! Now, Doc, now!”

  He pulled out, grabbing his cock in his fist and aiming, hitting her cheek with the first jet of his cum. Carrie gasped, feeling it dripping down her face as he shuddered and thrust into his hand, his cock a white-hot fountain of cum, exploding over Daphne’s quivering pussy. He gave a low growl, his hips pumping faster with each surge, leaving thick masses of cum dripping down her cleft.

  “Lick it off,” Doc demanded, but Carrie already was, lapping up the peppery taste of it, swallowing, and going back for more. Daphne gasped and bucked, her thighs trembling, but she didn’t move her mouth from Carrie’s clit, determined to take her to climax.

  And she was close, so very close.
r />   “Oh, God,” Doc groaned.

  Watching his wife eat his cum from Daphne’s wet cunt, he slid his still-hard cock back into it, and both women shuddered, unable to hold back anymore. For Daphne, it was the feel of him sliding deep into her pussy, and for Carrie, it was the sight of it. The moment was like a long, sustained high note, and they both rode the wave for a long time, whimpering and writhing and pulsing with pleasure.

  “Am I dreaming?” Doc wondered out loud as the girls re-situated themselves on the bed, kissing and touching in the aftermath of their mutual climax.

  “Welcome to your vacation,” Daphne teased, glancing up at him still kneeling on the bed, his cock refusing to go soft at the sight of them together.

  Carrie looked up at her husband with all the love she had for him in her eyes, giving him back the gift he had given her.

  “Merry Christmas, baby.”

  * * * *

  Carrie was having the sexiest dream. Daphne was melting like a peach in her mouth and Doc was pounding her from behind, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust, punctuating their fuck.

  BANG-BANG-BANG

  She was almost to her peak, her pussy spasming, juicy and wet, Doc driving into her, relentless...

  BANG-BANG -BANG

  She woke up coming, her orgasm throbbing her awake, finding Daphne asleep between them, Doc snoring on her other side, an arm thrown over the redhead’s hip.

  BANG-BANG-BANG

  That’s when she realized the banging was real—it was the front door.

  “Fuck.” She swore softly, tearing off the covers and bolting out of bed.

  Doc sat up, startled. “What?”

  “The door!” Carrie mock-whispered over Daphne’s still-sleeping head, pulling on her robe and rushing toward the banging sound. He was pulling on his boxers, one step behind her down the stairs. “Doc, is it your parents?”

  “Carrie, wait!” he called, trying to catch up, but she had her hand on the doorknob before he could say anything, unlocking the deadbolt and pulling it open.

  She couldn’t have been more surprised to find Wilson standing there, a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder and a grin on his face.