Baumgartner generations: Janie

me, teasing my clit with the head of his cock with every pass. Even our gentle rocking and my soft moans as TJ cupped the fullness of my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple between thumb and finger, didn’t wake Ronnie. She slept, her hair spread out on the pillow, my own mixed with hers like flecks of gold in the darkness, while her husband probed between my legs with his fingers now instead of his cock, following my wetness to its sweltering source.

I couldn’t help but turn, lifting my bottom in the air as he fingered me. “Faster!” I whispered. “Harder!”

“More?” he asked, not waiting for my response before slipping a third finger in, stretching me, making me moan against the mattress. When he moved behind me, his motion shifting the bed, Ronnie stirred, sighing softly in her sleep and curling her hand up under her chin. I watched her chest rise and fall, her pink nipples puckered and hard, and I wondered if she was dreaming about this very thing as TJ teased me from behind, his cock sliding up and down between my pussy lips.

“Please,” I whispered, looking back at him, his eyes dark with lust in the early morning light. “Fuck me, TJ.”

I used my muscles to squeeze the head of his cock as he pressed it against my hole and he gasped, grabbing my hips and shifting forward. I bit my lip, trying to be quiet, enjoying having him to myself for the moment, focused solely on me as he reached around to cup the sway of my breasts in his hands.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, and I whimpered as he pulled back, only halfway in me, to thrust again. This time he made it all the way in and stayed there

for a moment, his cock throbbing so thickly I could feel his pulse. “I love your little cunt, Janie…”

I squirmed under his praise, pressing my cheek against the mattress, my eyes roaming over Ronnie’s curves as she slept beside us. She shifted in her sleep as TJ

began to fuck me. He was in no hurry, using my juices to slowly wet his way, his fingers alternately tweaking my nipples and strumming my clit, keeping me guessing.

“Lick her,” TJ urged, his hand in my hair, guiding me. “I want to watch.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned over to kiss the rise and fall of Ronnie’s belly, down to the hairless cleft of her pussy. I loved smelling her, tasting her, using my tongue to part her lips so I could focus on the sweet bud of her clit. She came awake a bit at a time, her hips beginning to move in rhythm with my tongue, her eyelids fluttering, her breath coming faster, faster. She was just half-awake, her nipples standing straight up, her pussy swelling under the attention of my mouth.

When she finally opened her eyes and moaned out loud, fisting her hands into my hair, I moved fully between her open thighs, eager to please her now. TJ groaned, his cock slowing as he watched his wife’s body twisting, arching, one hand on my head, the other palming her breast, fingering her nipple and I knew-he must be close to coming. He always did that when he wanted to wait, slowed to almost stopping, making that little growly noise in his throat.

I loved that sound.

“Janie, baby,” Ronnie whispered, stroking my hair, my cheek, her thighs trembling. “Oh sweetie, please… please don’t stop…”

Not a chance. I whimpered, pressing my tongue flat in the way she loved, wiggling it back and forth against the sensitive kernel of her clit, my fingers finding the wet give of her pussy and sliding in deep. She moaned, ushering her hips upward to meet me, and I saw her looking over my head, past me, watching her husband fuck me from behind.

“TJ,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. “She’s gonna make me come so hard…”

“Yes, baby,” he urged, grabbing my hips, squeezing, his cock pulsing deep inside of me. “Come all over her face. Do it. Come on!”

Ronnie reached a hand out and he grabbed it, their palms flat against one another, their fingers twining. I buried my face in her cunt, sucking and licking, greedy for her climax, and she gave it to me with sudden, shuddering thrusts, actually covering her mouth with her other hand to keep from crying out too loudly.

“Jesus, Ronnie,” TJ whispered, pulling slowly out of me, still rock hard, making me whimper at the loss. “I have to fuck you.”

I moved aside, stretching out beside his wife. She cradled me in her arms, kissing the sweet taste of her own pussy from my lips, holding me tight, belly to belly.

We lost ourselves in softness, our breasts pressed together as TJ straddled Ronnie’s thigh, lifting her other leg so he could slide his cock into her wetness. She cried out against my mouth when he began to fuck her and I had to break away to watch.

TJ had a gorgeous cock and it was just accentuated by the sight of Ronnie’s fat pussy lips spreading for him with every thrust. I reached down to find her clit, rubbing it with my fingers, back and forth at first, then in circles, making her moan and squirm.