A Baumgartner reunion

“You like the taste of pussy?” I asked, smiling as I half sat up on my elbows to watch him. He nodded eagerly, showing me rather than saying anything, sucking my clit greedily.

“Swallow all my juices, baby,” I encouraged, grabbing a handful of his dark hair and pressing him against my pussy. I ground my mound against his face, making him moan. “Ohhhh god, yes, yes, make me come, make me come all over your face!”

I could barely hear him, his sounds so muffled by my flesh, but I don’t think he cared. I bucked and writhed on the blanket, giving him every last bit of my orgasm, my whole pussy spasming, on fire, around his thrusting fingers. But they weren’t enough. God, not anywhere near enough. I wanted his cock. I wanted it desperately.

“Come here,” I urged, reaching for him, kissing his mouth, licking my juices off his lips, his chin. “God, I love that taste.”

His eyes lit up when I said that, and he groaned when I yanked down his suit and grabbed his cock in my fist. I pushed him back on the blanket, nuzzling his cock as I settled myself between his legs. I was hungry for him, but I made myself wait, teasing his balls with my tongue, rubbing the head of his cock with my thumb.

“Oh god, please,” he begged, looking down at me with half-closed eyes.

“Suck it, Ronnie. Suck my dick.”

I rubbed the tip over my lips, rolling my tongue slowly, wetly, around the head. He groaned, arching, toes curling, and I marveled how much he looked like Doc in that moment, and that less than twenty-four hours ago, his father’s cock had been in my mouth, too. The thought was blackly exciting.

Of course, I knew better than to spend too long with his cock in my mouth.

Not if I wanted to fuck him-and I did. My pussy was dripping and aching to be filled. I teased him for a few moments, then sucked him deep, all the way into my throat, and he marveled at it, lifting my hair out of the way so he could watch, his mouth half-open in astonished pleasure.

“I want your cock,” I breathed as I moved up to straddle him.

“Inside you?” Henry’s eyes went wide and I stopped, looking down at him, surprised. His cock was wet and throbbing in my hand, and I squeezed it gently, making him gasp.

“Haven’t you ever…?” I smiled down at him as I teased my clit with the head of his cock, biting my lip, trying to hold myself back.

He swallowed, shaking his head, his hands moving to grip my hips.

“Do you want to?” I asked, aiming him, the tip of his cock poised at the entrance of my pussy.

“Yeah,” he breathed, looking up at me, his palms moving up over my hips, my sides, cupping my breasts. “Yeah, put it in. Oh god, yeah. Please. Fuck me, Ronnie.”

I never would have taken him for a virgin, but there was no turning back now anyway. I needed his cock. I had to feel him inside of me. I slowly shifted my hips, letting the wet heat of my pussy slide down his shaft. Henry gasped, his eyes widening, then closing, lost in the sensation.

“Feel good?” I smiled as he opened his eyes, staring at me in wonder.

“Better than anything,” he agreed, already breathless, his hips moving up, experimenting, and he groaned. “You’re so wet… god, it’s sooo hot inside…”

“Nothing like your hand, is it?” I asked, teasing as I began to rock. He grabbed my hips, holding on, shaking his head.

“Oh god… so much fucking better…”

I knew he wouldn’t last long, and I wanted to come with him. I wanted to see his face when he came inside a woman for the first time-when he came inside me. I moved his hands to my breasts, showing him how to squeeze and tug at my nipples. He took the initiative and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me close and sucking them, first one, then the other.

“Oh Henry,” I moaned as his hips began to thrust, taking over the motion. I wasn’t fucking him anymore, he was fucking me-hard and fast and furious, slamming his cock deep. I let him, reaching down to rub my clit, feeding him the hard wet tips of my nipples, riding him, barely keeping my balance. We were both working for it, breath coming fast.

“Can I come?” He groaned and bit his lip. “Oh fuck, can I come? Can I come inside you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I said, rolling my hips on his cock, nudging my clit toward my own climax. “Do it, Henry, fill my pussy with your hot cum!” He growled and thrust up hard, gasping and shuddering underneath me. I felt his cock exploding, throbbing, and I cried out and bit his shoulder as I came, too, my pussy quivering around his shaft, hot, wet, deep spasms that sucked him in deep with every sweet clutch.

“Oh god,” he whispered, pulling me close, not letting me move off him.

“No, don’t. I want to stay inside you. I want to do it again.” I groaned softly, but I smiled, nuzzling his neck and shoulder, kissing the place where I’d bitten him and left a mark.

“Tell me something,” I murmured, closing my eyes, feeling the heat of the sun against my back, his fingers making sweet, light shivery trails down my back.

“Hm?” His eyes were closed and he was smiling.

“Were you thinking about your sister when you were with me?”