Baumgartner Hot Shorts (18 page)

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“Where is he going to sleep?” Carrie wondered out loud, watching as Wilson flicked water at Daphne, both of them laughing and jumping waves in the surf.

“I thought he’d be in the extra bedroom,” Doc tilted back a bottle of Coors and grinned at her. “When he wasn’t in our bed.”

“But Daphne’s in there.” She watched the two of them diving under the waves. “I guess he’ll have to sleep on the pull-out sofa.”

Doc shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll work it out.”

She gave him a side-long look. “So your plan was for him to... what... sleep with me?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.” He put his beer on the table between them.

“Oh, Doc.” She leaned over and kissed him. “You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

He grabbed her chair, pulling it closer and kissing her again. “Anything at all.”

“The thing is...” She put her arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of him. “Turns out, I didn’t want another man.”

He raised his eyebrows, surprised. “You didn’t?”

“No... you were right.” She laughed at his mock-shocked expression, eyes wide, jaw dropped. “I wanted another woman.”

“I knew it.” He reached over, pulling her into his lap, his hand moving over the cup of her white bikini, thumbing her nipple and making her shiver.

“And
you,” she whispered, wiggling in his lap. “Always you. Forever you.”

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” He slid an arm around her waist, his other hand creeping down the back of her bikini bottoms. “I’m like a fungus. I grow on you. And cling... and cling...”

He groped her breast, her ass, her pussy.

“Creep!” She laughed, trying to slap his hands away.

“But now we have a bit of a dilemma, you know.” He nuzzled her neck, kissing the tops of her breasts, his breath warm on her skin.

“What’s that?”

“I think Wilson still wants to sleep with you.”

She raised her head, glancing toward the beach. Daphne was squealing, trying to get away from him in the water, laughing and splashing.

“It might be fun.” She looked at Doc and smiled. “Just this once...”

“I did go through all the work of talking him into it and everything.” Doc suppressed a smile.

She snorted. “Well, we wouldn’t want to let all your hard work go to waste, now would we?”

“My parents’ flight arrives tonight around nine,” he reminded her, sliding a hand between her legs.

“Then I guess we better take advantage of the time we have.”

Carrie stood, reaching back and undoing her bikini top, letting it fall. Doc’s eyes brightened as it dropped to the sand, watching as she slid her bikini bottoms off, too. It was mid-day, warm and bright as she made her way toward the water, past the blankets they’d set out so they could soak up the Florida sunshine.

“Hey!” Wilson glanced at her as she approached the shoreline, and then he did a double-take, his eyes widening at the sight of her completely nude. “Wow... um... wow...”

“Hey Daph,” Carrie called to her friend, who turned to see, her eyes widening. “Want to play a game?”

Her friend snorted, looking at Wilson’s stunned expression. “What game?”

“How about hide the flashlight?”

Daphne cracked up, wading out of the water, shaking her head. “I think you mean the salami.”

“A little mattress dancing?” Carrie wiggled her hips, watching the water sheeting off her friend’s body. She was already reaching for the tie on her bikini top.

“How about riding the hobby horse?” Daphne let her top fall to the sand. Wilson’s jaw dropped another full inch.

Carrie helped her with her bikini bottoms, their breasts rubbing together. “Sinking the sub?”

“Bouncing the pogo stick?” Wilson offered, already halfway out of the water, watching as the girls kissed, cupping each other’s breasts, their bodies as close as they could get them.

“How about bumping fuzzies?” Daphne pushed her hips forward, trying to make their pussies kiss.

Carrie smiled. “Mine’s not fuzzy.”

“Wilson, don’t you want to play?” Daphne turned to look at him.

He blinked. “Ummm.”

“Come on.” Carrie winked, taking her friend’s hand and pulling her back up the beach. “We’ll be in the house. I know Doc definitely wants to play.”

“Did you give him a heart attack?” Doc laughed as the girls passed him, heading into the house.

“Not yet.” Daphne winked, crooking her finger at him. “Coming?”

“Not yet,” Doc quipped, but he followed them in.

Wilson burst into the living room through the sliding glass door, close on their heels and a little out of breath from running through the sand. “So... how do we play?”

The women looked at him and then at each other, giggling.

“Well, if you don’t know...” Daphne teased.

“I mean, who gets who...” He glanced around the circle they made, standing there on the carpet.

“Yes,” Carrie grinned.

“Where?” Doc wondered out loud, glancing at the sofa.

“Your parents have a king size...” Carrie suggested.

Doc groaned. “We’re washing the sheets.”

“We have time,” she assured him, still leading Daphne by the hand as she headed up the stairs.

They found it easy to lure the two men in, starting where they always did, the two girls together, crawling onto the bed and kissing each other into submission, their caresses growing more heated with every breathless minute. The guys watched, eyes glazed, rubbing the crotch of their suits—until Carrie remembered.

“Wilson’s got a tattoo on his cock,” she whispered to Daphne.

“That’s right!” Her head came up from suckling Carrie’s nipple, eyes bright. “Oh, let’s see. What is it?”

Both of them scrambled to the edge of the bed where Wilson stood, adjusting the sizable bulge in his shorts. They tried to get them down, but he stopped them, taking a step back, a grin on his face.

“If I show you, then what?”

“Then we suck it,” Daphne assured him.

“And fuck it,” Carrie added.

Wilson took a step forward, then another, close enough for them to touch. Both women grabbed for his shorts, pulling them down. His cock sprang free, a glorious specimen, a curving black tribal tattoo weaving its way from the base to the ridge of the head. Carrie’s mouth watered at the sight of it and Daphne whimpered.

“Do I gotta get a tattoo?” Doc scowled and his wife laughed, turning over onto her back and hanging her head off the end of the bed, watching out of the corner of her eye as Daphne took Wilson’s cock into her mouth.

“Bring that bad boy here, baby.”

Doc slowly fed his cock between his wife’s lips, moaning at how deep he could go with her in that position. Daphne took her cue from Carrie, flipping over onto her back, too, and swallowing Wilson’s dick. Carrie felt a masculine hand on her breast, another touching her pussy, but she couldn’t tell whose it was, not in that position. She found she liked being pawed anonymously that way. It made her nipples stand up and her pussy throb.

“Doc,” she gasped, taking him out of her mouth. “I’m getting dizzy.”

It was true—all the blood was rushing to her head. He moved around her, reclining on the bed, his cock pointing toward the ceiling.

“Come here.” Doc reached for her. “I want to feed your kitty.”

Carrie giggled, glancing over at Daphne and Wilson. She was kneeling up on the bed and they were kissing, lost in their own world together.

“This kitty?” She straddled her husband, reaching down to grab his length. God, she loved his cock. Wilson’s was nice—the tattoo was definitely sexy—but she wouldn’t trade Doc for anyone.

“That’s my pretty pussy.” Doc rolled his hips up and found her.

Carrie gasped in surprise at his aim and then moaned at the feel of him filling her, his hands on her hips, holding her there. She glanced over as Daphne stretched out beside them on the bed, Wilson kneeling up between her thighs. Their eyes met and Daphne smiled.

“So naughty.” Daphne’s hand reached between her legs, stroking Wilson’s cock against her wetness. “It’s like making out in your parents’ basement when they’re not home.”

Doc grinned. “Or fucking on your parents’ bed in their time share.”

“Or that.” Daphne giggled, but then her attention shifted back to Wilson as he slid inside of her. Carrie watched, her breath coming faster, as Wilson began to fuck her friend, his tattooed cock slick and shiny with her juices.

“Oh, yes!” Daphne grabbed onto his plunging hips. “Oh, fuck, that’s good!”

Wilson leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss, and Carrie watched her take out his ponytail, his dark, wet hair spreading over his well-defined shoulders.

“Quite a show, isn’t it?” Doc watched them, too. They were completely lost in each other, their kiss melding with their fuck, both of them panting and rutting, shaking the mattress.

“Fucking hot.” She could feel how hard Doc was inside of her, his cock swollen and throbbing.

Daphne’s nails dug into Wilson’s tattooed back, her heels boring into his thighs, her cries filling the room. Carrie watched, holding her breath, feeling her pussy juices dripping down her husband’s cock. She knew if she moved, even a little, she would come, and she didn’t want to. Not yet.

“Oh, baby, yes,” Daphne whispered into his ear. “Fuck me good! Do it hard!”

Wilson groaned, giving her what she wanted, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust. Doc’s fingers dug into his wife’s hips and she moaned when she felt him beginning to move in her, unable to resist, their breath coming almost as fast as the couple beside them.

Daphne’s eyes were half-closed but Carrie saw her glance over at them, coming back to where she was, at least a little. She nudged Wilson, her breath hot and fast, squeezing him with her thighs, slowing him with her hips.

“Maybe we should switch,” she murmured, meeting his eyes.

Wilson looked over at the couple beside him and then back to her. “Do you want to?”

“I want to see you fuck Carrie.” Daphne licked her lips, eyes brightening. “Do it from behind.”

Doc’s hands tightened on his wife’s hips, but he let her go when she crawled off him, putting her bottom up in the air and glancing back as Wilson positioned himself between her thighs. It was strange and exciting to see him poised behind her that way.

“You sure, man?” Wilson looked over at Doc, whose cock was still wet with his wife’s juices.

“Yeah.” Doc rolled onto his elbow to watch. “Go ahead.”

“Do it.” Carrie’s pussy seized in anticipation, aching to feel him fill her. “Fuck me!”

Wilson groaned at her words, sliding his cock up and down her slit, glancing down as Daphne sat up on her elbows to watch. Carrie looked into her friend’s eyes and saw the excitement there.

“Isn’t he good?” Daphne whispered, her eyes bright.

“Oh, God,” Carrie cried as he shoved into her, so different from Doc, his cock sliding in at an angle, hitting all sorts of new spots inside of her. “Oh, my God!”

“Take that cock, baby,” Doc urged beside her, his hand cupping her swaying breast, tweaking her nipple. “Take it!”

“Oh, Carrie, you’re so wet,” Wilson gasped, his hips bucking against hers. “Oh, fuck...”

Daphne maneuvered on the bed, her fingers working in her pussy, clearly missing Wilson’s cock, but the excitement in her eyes was unmistakable. Carrie wiggled around on the bed, taking Wilson with her, positioning herself between Daphne’s thighs.

“Yes!” Daphne cried as if her friend had read her mind, looking down as Carrie buried her face between her legs, Wilson’s cock pounding them both now, moving Carrie’s mouth on Daphne’s pussy with every thrust. “Oh, sweetie, I love your tongue so much. Lick it! Lick me!”

Carrie heard Wilson’s low growl at their words and knew they must be quite a sight, her blonde head buried in the redhead’s cunt, but then things got even more interesting and complicated, Daphne urging Doc over, grabbing his cock in her hand. Doc knelt up on the bed beside her, letting Daphne take him between her lips, feeding her his length.

“Oh, yeah,” Doc moaned, watching his wife lick the redhead’s pussy. “Suck it, honey. Nice and deep. Oh, what a hot little mouth you have...”

Daphne whimpered in response, her eyes closing with pleasure as Carrie teased her clit with her tongue. Doc slowly fucked her mouth, watching his wife get fucked by his friend, her blonde head buried between Daphne’s slender, creamy thighs.

“Wilson!” Carrie cried out, her mouth unfastened from the sticky lava of Daphne’s pussy. “Oh! Fuck! Baby!” She looked up at Doc, almost as if for permission. “Oh, God, he’s going to make me come! Doc! Ohhh!”

Doc nodded, his eyes on hers. “Come for me,” he told her. “Come all over his hard fucking dick.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She moaned and writhed and arched, meeting Wilson’s hard, wild thrusts, her pussy beginning to spasm violently, the sensation almost more than she could bear. She felt Daphne’s fingers in her hair, stroking her, Doc’s large hand cupping her breast, squeezing, kneading her flesh, and the pounding of Wilson’s gorgeous, tattooed cock taking her to the edge of bliss and beyond.