Selena Kitt - 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?"

"He had a hard nose." I felt my face turn scarlet with embarrassment at my confession, opening my eyes to look at her. "And I used to rub against that part like this." I let my clit linger over hers, worrying my hips around, fast, faster, holding onto her other thigh for leverage. Her skin was like silk. "My mom couldn't figure out how he got so dirty."

Catherine gave a low laugh. "Dirty girl."

I was ashamed by my admission, but too turned-on to stop. The feel of my pussy searing over hers was euphoric, and I knew I could ride over the edge into paradise at any minute.

"Do you like being called a dirty girl?" She hefted both breasts now, delightfully torturing my nipples. The sensation roiled through my belly and went straight to my clit in delicious, lightning-fast pulses. "A naughty little slut?" My breath rushed out in a gust when Catherine slapped my tits, opening my eyes wide. "Such a bad girl." Slap. Slap.

My nipples stung and my skin reddened as she continued to smack my breasts. I twisted and rolled, pushed and pulled, my breath rapid, my heart racing. "Rub yourself off, baby. That's it!" She fucked me back, catching a rhythm sure to send me over. "Rub that hot little clit all over my cunt. Get yourself off, Janie! Do it!"

"Oh! Now! Now!" I spread wide, leaning in and splaying my pussy against hers as I came. She grabbed my tits and mashed them together in her hands, quivering underneath me, and I knew she was coming, too, wrangling me like a bucking calf as I gave her every last bit of my orgasm.

"Oh my god!" I collapsed, my limbs going limp, letting her fold me into her arms.

"Oh. My. God."

She brushed the hair away from my heated face, kissing my sweaty forehead.

Our bodies were polished with sweat-we'd worked hard for that one. Exhaling, I hid my face against her breasts and she petted me-my hair, my back, my arms.

"Damn, I didn't even get my strap-on," she murmured against the top of my head.

"Well, we've got all night."

She laughed, kissing me down onto the mattress as we fell into oblivion, losing ourselves in each other once again.

I woke up hung over and I had no idea where in the hell I was. My first clue was a pair of black panties I had wrapped around my wrist. I vaguely remembered having them stuffed into my mouth at one point, and then-had they been used to tie me to the bed post?

I rolled to my back from my belly with a groan. Oh my god, I was sore! My pussy was sore, my arms were sore, my thighs actually trembled when I tried to move…

What in the hell was I doing last night?

Then Catherine sighed and shifted in her sleep, pulling the covers up, and it all came back. Well, most of it anyway. I looked at the smooth curve of her spine, her hair spilling over her shoulders like a river of fire, and felt faint. I didn't even want to think about what I'd done or said the night before. I had to get my stuff and get the hell out of there. TJ and Ronnie were going to be worried sick. They'd probably called a million times already. Where was my phone?