The Baumgartners Plus One

“No pun intended.” I grinned

“Oh every pun intended,” she purred. “Look, he’s licking her!”

I hadn’t stopped looking. The blond on the screen-who reminded me of Carrie with her doll-like features and bronze skin, had splayed herself on a sofa for the guy, who was now eating her pussy like they gave out medals for enthusiasm.

“She looks like she’s enjoying it.” Most porn I’d seen was incredibly fake. I hated the girls with the breast implants and fake nails and the guys were mostly non-entities, just disembodied cocks, but this was different. The girl’s body was real, full and lush.

Her breasts were big, but didn’t defy gravity-instead, they kind of spread out a little when she leaned back. The guy was sexy too, his cock big but not enormous. I could fit that in my mouth. The thought made my pussy twitch.

“Don’t you?” Carrie inquired curiously. “I love having my pussy licked.”

I swallowed and admitted it. “Yes.”

“Oh my god, Dani…” Her words trailed off as I watched the blond pull her knees back, exposing herself. She wasn’t shaved and she was a real blond, the hair between her legs a dark honey color. That reminded me of Carrie too. “This is amateur porn. I wonder…?”

“Wonder what?” Oh god, he was going to fuck her. He positioned himself between her thighs, shoving one leg back so the camera could get a better view while he slid his cock up and down her slit.

“I wonder if this is real. Like real-time, right now. Live,” Carrie breathed.

“It can’t be,” I argued, but imagining that these two were somewhere having sex, right this very moment, was beyond exciting. All the porn I’d seen-Mason had brought some home a few times from the video store-was either vintage stuff with horrible music tracks or the aforementioned fake-sex fake-people type. This felt real. Even their sounds were real.

“What if it is?” The excitement in her voice was catching. “Doesn’t that turn you on?”

I hesitated, watching the guy on the screen slide his cock into her, and then breathed, “Yeah.”

“Oooohhh yeah, like that,” Carrie murmured softly into the phone. It was almost as if she’d gotten so lost in the scene she forgot I was there. “Fuck it nice and slow.”

I gulped, my pussy throbbing now, insistent. When Mason and I had watched porn, we always ended up in bed halfway through the movie and never finished it. But he liked to watch me touch myself first while we watched, and it was almost like my hand had a memory or mind of its own, slipping under the waistband of my shorts.

“Oh I want a cock,” Carrie moaned softly. Me too, I thought, my fingers slipping through my wetness. “It makes me want to go get my vibrator.”

“You have one?”

She laughed. “Don’t you?”

“No.”

Carrie gasped. “Oh my god you have to get one! I’d let you borrow mine but I use it too much to let it out of my sight for more than twenty four hours.”

That made me laugh, but I also flushed at the thought of Carrie playing with her vibrator. That was far sexier than the movie. “Want to go get it?”

“Really?” She sounded breathless.

“Why not?”

She hesitated and then asked, “Will you play too?”

“I don’t have a vibrator,” I reminded her, although my fingers were already busy stroking my aching clit. The girl on screen was rubbing hers too.

“You can still touch yourself.”

“Okay.” I reddened, not telling her I already was. “Can’t let good porn go to waste.”

“My thoughts exactly! Hang on.”

I crooked the phone between my ear and shoulder while she was gone and slid my shorts and panties down. If I was going to play, I wanted full access. I made sure the blinds were closed-I didn’t want to give the neighbors a show-and stretched out on the couch.

“I’m back,” Carrie said. “I hope it doesn’t cut out on us right in the middle or anything.”

“That would suck,” I agreed, dipping my fingers deep into my pussy and drawing out my wetness.

“So to speak.” I could hear her grin. The guy on screen was getting sucked off again. This time they were in a sixty-nine position, her on top. “Oh Doc loves it like that.”

Imagining Carrie and Doc in that position made me rub myself a little faster. I heard something over the phone-a soft buzzing noise.

“Is that…your…?” The sound seemed to go right through me, sending shivers straight to my pussy.

“Mmm hmmmm.” She moaned softly. “Oh it’s so good.”

“I’m jealous,” I admitted, watching as the girl on screen turned around on her man and started to ride him. “I wish I had one.”

“You could come over,” she invited, sounding half-teasing-but half-not.

“Nah, I’ll just make do with my fingers,” I said, swallowing hard. Why did I turn her down? I wondered, imagining her over there, just on the other side of that wall, fucking herself with her vibrator.

“Fingers are good too.” Carrie’s breath was coming faster. “Oh yes, nice and hard now…like that…”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I murmured, more to myself than to her, but she answered anyway.

“Me neither, but I can’t seem to help it.”

I sighed with pleasure, my fingers rubbing fast. “I know what you mean.”

“Feels too good to stop,” she panted.

“Uh huh.” There was no way either of us was going to stop now.

“Oooo look at that!”

I was. The blond had her bottom up in the air, reaching her hands back to spread herself open, and the guy was pressing his cock against the tight crevice of her ass.

“That’s just wrong.” I winced as the girl squealed, panting, begging him to “Go slow, go slow!”

“Haven’t you ever done anal?” Carrie exclaimed. “Oh Dani, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

“You’ve done that?” I gulped.

“Oh yeah.” She moaned softly and I wondered what she was doing. I mean, I knew what she was doing, but I wanted to know exactly. Where were her hands? Were her panties on or off? Did she have a shirt on? I wanted to know but was too shy to ask.

“What does it feel like?” I inquired, curious. Mason had never been interested in anal sex so it had never really occurred to me as something to add to my sexual repertoire.

“Well, there’s a trick to it,” she explained. “You have to use lots of lube. And like she said, you have to go real slow.”

I looked back at the screen, at the size of his cock-and the stretch of her asshole. “I should hope so.”

“But only at first. Once he’s past that little ring of muscle, it doesn’t hurt. And then… oh then…” Carrie moaned again. “I can’t even tell you how good it is.”

“Really?” I was excited in spite of my misgivings. My clit throbbed under my fingers.

“Try it for yourself,” Carrie urged.

“Uhhhh…” I bit my lip.

“Go ahead,” she teased. “Just use a finger.”

“Ummm…” But I did it. I slowly slid my wet fingers down to tease my asshole. It was small, puckered, very tight, but wet from the juices running down my slit.

“Are you doing it?” She sounded very excited.

“A little,” I admitted.

“Get it wet first. That helps,” she said. “Just rub it.”

“Mmmmm.” I closed my eyes, rubbing, just like she said. The skin was very sensitive. It wasn’t like touching my clit, or even being fucked. It was very different-but still good.

“See?” Carrie asked. I could hear the smile in her voice. “Now try pressing it in.

Just a little bit.”

The blond on screen was being pounded in her ass now. I marveled at how it stretched. Was that even