Baumgartner generations: Janie

"Tell me!" TJ’ s fingers moved like lightning, and god, yes, I found myself transported into fantasy, imagining a cock inside me now, fucking that tight hole. "Tell me, Janie."

"Noooo," I wailed, biting my lip, still wanting to deny it even as I was envisioning it.

"Yes!" He pressed the shower head fully against my pussy, rubbing it there, grinding. Oh my fucking god. That was too much. "Yes, yes, tell me yes!"

"Ahhhhh!" My nails dug into his back as I gave into it, gave into him. "Yes! Oh fuck yes, TJ, yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! I love it! Oh god yes!"

I screamed the last, my climax catching up with me as TJ shoved the shower head against my cunt and drove his fingers deep into my ass. I let him have it all, my pussy throbbing with delicious spasms, even my tight little asshole clenching, rewarding his plunging fingers. He held me up as I came, my knees going out almost completely, my whole body vibrating with my final release. Then I crumpled in his arms, against the lean, wet, hard warmth of his body as the sensation overtook me.

"Jesus." He put the shower head back, the water flooding us both with pulsing heat, still holding me tight. "That was so fucking hot."

"Mmmm." I was floating, lost.

TJ took my limp weight in his arms, kissing me, my mouth, my chin, my neck, my breasts.

"Don't get any ideas," I said when I started to come around, glimpsing the light in his eyes. "I am still not letting you fuck my ass."

"No?" He pouted, but he was smiling, kidding me. "Then I'll just have to fuck a different hole…one that isn't sore… let me see…" I shied away when his hand reached for my pussy. "Hmmm, not here…" His slippery fingers probed my navel and I laughed.

"Can't fit in here, I'm afraid."

Grabbing the fat, wet bulge of his cock and squeezing, I said, "Hardly," making him groan.

"How about here?" His fingers reached my lips, smearing over them. He kissed me, his tongue probing, making my limbs feel weak again. "Will you let me fuck your mouth?"

Nodding, I let my legs do what they wanted to anyway and sank to kneeling in the tub. His cock was rigid and I tugged on its wet length, using the water flowing down his body as natural lubrication. He turned so he was leaning back against the tiles now, letting me play.

"So hard." I rubbed the head of his dick against my lips. "You really liked fingering my asshole didn't you?"

His eyes brightened when he looked down at me. "You have no idea."

"What do you think it would feel like to put your cock in there?" I teased, licking his precum off with my tongue. I couldn't see it-everything was too wet-but I could taste it.

He groaned. "Fucking fantastic." Grabbing my hair, he slid his cock between my lips, not patient anymore. "A lot like this," he panted, ignoring my pleas as he began to fuck my mouth. He knew I loved it. "Only tighter." I gagged a little as he thrust deep and I grabbed the base of his cock to keep from taking too much. "And hotter."

Just the pace he set made me crazy and my pussy responded, aching for more. I wanted him in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass, everything all at once. I couldn't get enough of him. He moaned when my fingernails grazed his balls, and then I cupped them gently, feeling their weight. I let him slip out of my mouth so I could tease his balls with my tongue.

"Oh god, Janie," he breathed, his hand in my hair. I guided his other hand to his cock as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. "You want me to stroke it for you?"

I nodded eagerly and he took it in his fist, pumping slowly as he watched me suck and lick his balls. The water dripped over his hard, flat belly and down into my mouth as I tongued him. I loved seeing him jerk off, the way his head went back, how the muscles in his stomach clenched and rolled.

I couldn't help myself-I reached down to touch my pussy, rubbing gently around my clit, avoiding the aching throb of my hole. Damn, Catherine had really gone to town on me last night. Still, I shivered with the memory, watching TJ stroke himself for me as he watched me touch myself, too. His eyes were full of lust when he looked at me, the water slicking my hair back, beading on my breasts and belly, dripping down between my legs.

"You really want to fuck something that isn't sore?" I bit my lip as I met his gaze.

His eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Instead of responding, I grinned, reaching up and squeezing soap out of the dispenser. His anticipation turned to amusement when I started spreading it over my tits, making them incredibly soapy.

"Tease," he admonished, but his hand moved faster in response to seeing the soapy water make its way over my breasts and down my belly. "Push them together."