Free A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt Page B

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 door 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