Baumgartner generations: Janie

I explored her with my fingers, my tongue, letting my body remember her. I'd been really drunk last time and so had she, but tonight I was more aware and breathing her in. The mattress we were on could have been floating on a cloud, I was so lost in her.

"Mmmmm so wet." I slid two fingers easily inside of her, pumping gently, feeling her begin to fuck me back.

"Your tongue," she begged, arching toward my mouth. I indulged her, flicking the tip of it back and forth over her clit, teasing as I fingered her, wanting to keep her on the edge, panting. Her flesh gave in slowly as I thrust my fingers deeper, the wet sound filling the room. One thing I did remember was she liked to be fucked-and hard.

"Come on," she urged, lifting her hips completely off the bed. "Gimme more that than, baby!"

I already had three fingers pumping but I slipped another in, twisting so all four would fit, stretching her wide. She drew her breath in sharply tugged at her own nipples, grinding her hips against my hand.

"Deeper!" she panted, thrashing, rolling her pelvis. Her pussy was sloppy-wet, bathing me down to my wrist with her juices. "Ohhhh fuck! Yes! Janie, do it! Put your whole fucking hand in me!"

She got just what she wanted as her body surged, her hips lunging-my entire hand disappeared into her hole, swallowing me up in sweltering heat. It was like plunging into the center of volcano. I had small hands, but still-I stared, agape, as she began to fuck me all the way to the wrist, my hand curling into a fist inside of her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She moaned with every stroke, and I let her guide things, afraid I might hurt her, but she kept on, asking for more, more. "Give it to me! Yes! Fuck me deeper! Harder!"

"Oh my god." I panted, working hard, fucking her as deep as I dared, her cunt like a furnace, watching in awe as her lips spread for every thrust, feeling the soft give of her pussy against my fist. "This is so hot."

Her eyes were only partially open as she looked at me, her gaze full of lust. I knew she must be close. She grabbed my hair, pulling, and I gasped, following her direction as she shoved my face against her cunt.

"Make me come," she insisted, impaling herself on my fist. "Oh yes, yes, make me come!"

I covered her mound with my mouth, sucking her clit and pumping my fist deep into her cunt. Her whole body tensed, her toes curling, and she screamed with her orgasm. I felt every contraction around the slick fist I had buried in her pussy. I could barely breathe as I watched her climax, her muscles constricting again and again, scalding my wrist and arm with her juices.

"Ohhh wait, wait," she pleaded as I began to slide my hand slowly out. "Easy…

ohhh god…" I tried to go slow, feeling the subtle spasms of her lingering orgasm against my knuckles as I straightened my fingers, easing them out of her cunt. My whole hand and arm was shiny with her and I smiled when she grabbed my hand, pulling me closer and lifting it to her mouth to lick my fingers.

"I never did that before." I was still breathless. My whole body was on fire for her.

I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life as her fucking me like that-my whole damned hand buried inside her!

"It’s really good.” She reached down to cup my mound. I was dripping. “Want me to do it to you?"

"No way." My eyes widened but I moaned as she cradled my cunt and rocked her hand against me.

"You’d love it." She used the heel of her hand, riding me hard. "I won't hurt you."

I shook my head, straddling the velvet expanse of her thigh. "Let me show you what I like."

"All right." Her eyes brightened as I inched my way up the long length of her silky thigh, my pussy closing in on hers. When my mound reached hers I began to rock, the softness of our lips rubbing together, back and forth.

"When I was young, I used to do this," I admitted, arching when she rolled a little sideways, lifting her leg to give me a better angle.

"With girls?"

I flushed. "No. By myself. With anything I could find… pillows, stuffed animals…fence railings…"

She grabbed my hips, situating me closer. "That's fucking hot."

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Yes." She reached down to spread her lips. Oh god, that was really good-our pussies rubbed together, spreading liquid honey. It made me ride her faster. "But I meant…it’s hot thinking about you doing this by yourself."

I closed my eyes, rolling my hips in circles, focusing on my clit and swabbing it back and forth against hers. It was like they were kissing, the soft folds of our flesh fat and oily as we rocked together.

"Did you do it a lot?" Catherine squeezed my hips, her breath rapid.

I nodded, not opening my eyes-I was concentrating too hard. "I had one stuffed dog I liked best." I bit my lip when one of her hands massaged my breast, flicking my taut nipple with her thumb. "Oh god! Yes! I can feel that right in my clit!"

"Good." She tugged, twisting, and I burrowed in deep against her cunt. "Why did you like the stuffed dog best?"