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Authors: Selena Kitt

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“Can
I lick your pussy, ma’am?” he asked so politely she almost laughed.

“I’m
covered in cum,” she apologized, and it was true. Even though they weren’t
supposed to come on her pussy, she could feel the cum of she didn’t even know
how many men sliding down the crack of her ass through her swollen pussy lips.

“I
don’t care.” He leaned back on the mattress—they were the only two on it now—up
on his elbows. “Come here.”

She
glanced back at Josh and he smiled, nodding, so she went to the cowboy, letting
him pull her up, making her straddle his face. Her pussy quivered with
anticipation, so very wet, but the cowboy went straight to work, licking and
sucking hungrily. Josh came around to watch and Janie put her arms around his
neck, letting him hold her up as she rocked her mound against the cowboy’s
fluttering tongue.

“Oh
god,” she whispered into her husband’s neck, feeling his strong arms around
her. “He’s going to make me come.”

“Do
it,” Josh whispered, stroking her hair, holding her close, closer. “Come for
me. “

Janie
cried out and trembled in his arms, feeling the cowboy wrap his arms around her
hips, pulling her pussy deeper against his face. Josh kissed her deeply, as if
he could draw every last bit of her climax through her mouth as the cowboy was
suckling from her cunt. She collapsed in Josh’s arms, spent, and then the world
tilted sideways, shifting, and she was drifting on a cloud.

“Who?”
Josh whispered, feeling her starting to go.

“The
cowboy,” she murmured. “And the Australian. And the guy who came first… the
one…”

She
was going, going, gone.

Hands
held her, instructions were called out. The mattress was flipped, and Janie
felt warm cloths washing her body, tender caresses, soft kisses. She opened her
eyes to a sea of faces and closed them again, so tired she could barely move.
She didn’t know how long it was before she opened them again, but she was fully
dressed and Josh was beside her on the mattress, the only light coming from the
moon shining in through the high warehouse windows.

“Happy
tenth anniversary,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

“I
love you.” Janie felt tears stinging her eyes. “You’re so good to me.”

“I
love you too. I think that was the best dirty show yet.” He nuzzled her neck,
her breasts. “Same time next year?”

“Ten
years,” she marveled, reaching for and finding his hand in the darkness,
squeezing it. “Think we’ll still be doing this at twenty? I don’t know any
other man who would do this for his wife.”

“Forever,”
he assured her. “I’d give you anything you wanted—anything. You know that.”

Janie
leaned over and kissed her husband in the silvery light of the moon and knew he
knew it too—there was no other man in the world she had ever wanted to be with
more than him. There was no man who mattered more, no man who could compare, no
man who could touch her, fill her so completely, as Josh did.

And
that’s just what she told him without words, every day and every year on their
anniversary. She proved it to him time and again. And that was all that had
ever mattered, and all that ever would.

ABOUT
SELENA KITT

Selena Kitt is a
bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one
of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books
sold!

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
(excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a
husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does
bellydancing and photography, and she 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

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 dried off, wrapping myself in one of the
big white bath sheets. My room was across the hall from the bathroom, and the
Baumgartner's was the next room over. The kids' rooms were at the other end of
the hallway.

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

Letters
to the Baumgartners

Plaid
Skirt Confessions