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Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



This is the first of a three chapter series. For continuity, it’s best to first read GINNY REMEMBERS DADDY and GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM. Just click on my name and go to the link. As always, your votes and feedback are much appreciated. 

My steamy relationship with Ginny, my future daughter, was now a month old. True to her word, she’d surprised me on several occasions by jumping my bones at almost any time and place. Whether we were searching for an odd piece of furniture in my attic, for example, or watching a late summer meteor shower under cover of darkness with the rest of the family nearby, I could always depend on the ingenious Ginny to challenge my libido in an imaginative way…either with a quick blow job or frantic, stand-up fuck. Then on Sunday, with my unsuspecting wife, Lee, and her son Mike – Ginny’s fiance -- at the house for lunch, she announced a crazy plan. She wanted to produce an ice skating show.

A number of parents of Ginny’s skating students – some of them quite well-heeled – had asked her to showcase their kids in a one-time production to show off their talents. Though a former professional skater, she didn’t know the full magnitude of the undertaking. But, with typical 20- year-old exuberance she’d tentatively agreed to do it, as long as the parents would underwrite the show financially. 

I was flabbergasted. As an avocation I’d produced, directed, and performed in stage productions for 20 years, knowing all that was involved. In this case – among many other things – it’d include selecting and recording music, the lighting design, setting up and breaking down all the equipment, and rehearsing the kids who ranged in age from eight to eighteen. Ginny had agreed to prepare the show in only one month’s time! Rolling my eyes, I looked at Lee who, with a rapid shake of her head, soundlessly prevented me from telling Ginny she was insane. Instead, I explained the many elements of the production, which Ginny absorbed like a sponge. Always one to spoil her children, Lee then volunteered my help…as a 21st birthday present to Ginny. Mike just grinned boyishly, blissfully ignorant of all aspects, though secretly relieved, I’m sure, that he was off the hook. 

“When can we start?” Ginny asked.

“Hmmp, yesterday!” I scoffed, irritated, since no one had asked if I’d even have the time to do what was needed. Then, realizing I’d been unwillingly committed, I grumbled, “Right now, I guess.”

“I’ll call Carol. She said she’d help me,” said Ginny, going to the phone. Carol was Ginny’s oldest and best friend since they’d been toddlers. She’d also skated professionally but had gotten married at the same time Ginny had joined the Ice Capades for her one-year national tour. I’d never met her.

“Uh-oh,” Mike said. “Her old man, Dusty, won’t like that. Carol’s pregnant and he likes her to stay at home.” Dusty was one of Mike’s motorcycling buddies. Ginny just waved off Mike’s interjection.

While Ginny was on the phone I helped Lee clear the dishes and, at the sink, quietly reproached her for getting me into this demanding situation. I warned her that there’d be many late nights, and that my otherwise sunny disposition might suffer. I returned to the table. 

“Carol’ll be here in an hour,” Ginny said, then stepped behind me as I sat and started massaging my tense neck and shoulders. Smiling, she bubbled, “Relax, old man, it’ll be fu-u-un,” trying to be playful for Lee and Mike’s benefit. 

Lee then excused herself to do the week’s food shopping and Mike, seeing an opportunity to be a flake, said, “Well, I’ll head over to Dusty’s. Maybe we can ride our bikes this afternoon. Call me if you need a lift, Gin.”

The minute the front door closed behind Lee and her son, Ginny’s massage traveled south. Her small, strong hands kneaded my pecs, then moved down my torso to my crotch. I was fully erect in less than a minute. Leaning over the back of the chair in which I was sitting, she whispered hotly into my ear, “I’m gonna suck your big cock now, JJ,” and unzipped me. 

“Lock the door first,” I growled, shifting the chair sideways.     

My mood improved immediately. Looking down at the little blonde vixen as she came back to kneel between my legs, I warmed first to her clear, ivory complexion and angular facial structure. Ginny’s thick, blonde hair was drawn back in a ponytail and accented her upward-slanted dark brown eyes with their hint of blue shadow. The trademark dozen freckles atop her thin, straight nose quickened my pulse and I brought her face up to me with both hands and kissed her soft, wide, pink lips. Her tongue pierced my mouth with an aggressive stab or two and she jerked my exposed prick a few times. “You love it, don’t you,” she exclaimed gruffly, grinning, then proceeded to lick lavishly up and down my engorged dick. 

My previous tension melted as Ginny took me quickly into her wet mouth. I inched forward on the chair so my scrotum hung over the edge of the seat and she pulled my erect member down on an angle so she could throat me. She was wearing a sleeveless, navy blue, sailor-type culotte jumpsuit with white trim that clung to her muscular little body and stopped below the knee to show her succulent, ivory calves and ankles. She was barefoot, and so cute that I longed to spend myself obscenely all over her in that outfit. But of course I hesitated.

This time Ginny played me like a very familiar musical instrument. She kept her lips open and pushed her mouth onto me so that only the head of my cock made contact with her throat, except for her wet tongue laving the bottom. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. The disciplined, silken tissue of her gullet rubbed my glans, rushing waves of exciting throbs from the tips of my toes to my swollen balls. Her smiling eyes never left my face as she devoted herself solely to my pleasure. Yet I wanted to participate. I reached down to her perky breasts and -- delighted at their braless firmness -- gently caressed the hot nipples through the thin material until they became hard to the touch. She moaned quietly and closed her eyes for a moment, shivering. She’d wrapped her slippery mouth around my entire pole by this time and begun fully worshipping me orally.

After a few minutes of my quiet groaning, she jumped to her feet suddenly and grabbed my hand. “I’ve gotta have you inside me, JJ!” she gasped. By the time we reached the TV room she was nearly out of her jumpsuit. Her high, taut, 34-B breasts bounced their nipples to the ceiling as she wriggled out of the garment and her white bikini panties -- festooned with little blue laughing bunnies -- drawing them quickly off her stupendous skater’s legs. I’d dropped my pants and boxers to sit on the couch and, hurriedly, she straddled my legs -- walking on her knees – to poise her pussy at the zenith of my erect cock. Reaching down to grasp me at the same instant that I did, we both placed my rod in her sopping opening and in a flash were one…thrusting up and down, in and out, both hungering for the flaming orgasm that we’d by now experienced so often with one another.        

“Oooo, God, JJ, you’re such a good fuck…such a…good…fuck…good…fuck,” Ginny murmured haltingly in my ear as I pistoned into her and softly sucked and bit one nipple, then the other. I slid out to the edge of the cushion and placed my hands on her buttocks to repeatedly push her down fully onto my cock, after which she pulled herself off me time after time with her hands on my shoulders. “Ohh, JJ, ohhh, JJ, yeah…God, yeah…ooo, God, fuck me…ooo, yeah,” she encouraged. She was amazingly wet, her sweet excretions running down my cock and balls as we mated. She also smelled especially rich this day. I inhaled the musky stench wafting from her cunt while licking her nipples and drawing each tit into my mouth with a subtle pressure. 

I reached down to Ginny’s cunt from behind a couple of times and grabbed a glob of her nectar, quickly sucking my fingers clean. I then spread her inner lips, putting two fingers in her pussy alongside my rampant cock, and she began rapidly hunching her mound forward and backward against my lower belly to massage her clit. She was getting close, and she knew that I knew it. Our month-long series of trysts had acquainted us both with one another’s carnal habits as well as talents. The muscle relaxants her doctor had prescribed made her less tense inside than before, yet she’d become expert at flexing her firm, internal muscles voluntarily as she lovingly milked my rod. We’d become very adept at timing our climaxes as well. At this moment I thought I’d wait until she started to cum, then cum with her…ending a thoroughly satisfying quickie.

Then I changed my mind. She began plunging fully onto me and dragging her mound up my belly on each up stroke. Adding to her pleasure, I pulled one hand around to her soaking pubis and began strumming her clit with a thumb. She cried “Ahhhg,” then began a furious pumping that brought her quickly to orgasm, grunting all the while. “Yeah…yeah…yeah…ooo, yeah…nnngh, nnngh, nnngh, mmmnn, mmmnn, mmmnn, oohh,” she mouthed. And when her repeatedly clasping vagina stopped its spasming, she went limp, kissed me and whined, beseechingly, “Mmmnn…ooohh…baby…you didn’t…cum. Why not?”

“’Cuz I want to do it this way,” I said roughly, sliding out from under her, turning her around and standing before her with my dark red cock head expanding and contracting with each heartbeat.

“Oooh…yeah, oooh, give it all to me, sweetie,” Ginny crooned, thrusting her velvety mouth onto my juice-covered staff and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked back-and-forth a dozen times. 

That’s all it took. I grunted “Nnnggaah, aagh, aagh, mmm, nnngh,” and blew a good five shots into her mouth and throat. As I did so, she pulled my hips to her face to stick her nose in my pubic fur, wrapped her pink lips tightly around the base of my shaft – humming as she did so -- and lightly vacuumed my balls empty of their viscous liquid. 

I collapsed next to her, my flagging dong flicking a few drops of cum on her arm as I sat, breathing heavily. She nuzzled my chest and whispered, “Carol’s due any minute, baby. I’ve gotta get dressed. Are you in a better mood?”

What could I say?

“By the way,” Ginny quickly confessed, “I told her about us.”

“What?” I gasped. “Jesus, Ginny, that’s poison! What if she tells someone?” I questioned in a paranoid flash. 

“Stop worrying, JJ,” she soothed. “We’ve been best buds since we were babies, and know more about each other than you can believe. She doesn’t really approve, but I know all the problems she has with her marriage – the kind I’m not gonna have -- so we’re like secret sisters. Remember? I told you about her before.”

Remembering the lunch conversation about the wordless hand signals that she and Carol used, I was still fearful of possible repercussions now that our affair was known by one of Ginny’s friends…in addition to my office-neighbor, Erica.

We were sponged off and dressed when the doorbell rang. I answered it, introduced myself to Carol at the door, and invited her in. She shook my hand formally, mumbled hello and, without a smile, brushed past me to meet Ginny in a familiar hug as we went into the TV room. I swear that the room still reeked of our recently finished fucking.  

Carol and Ginny sat on one of the couches, with Ginny tucking one of her voluptuous legs under her as she spoke animatedly to her friend. I sat stiffly in a facing club chair. She explained to Carol that I was experienced as a producer/director and had just agreed to help them do the show an hour before. She admitted that it had taken some convincing – then made a curious sign with her hands, placing one finger of one hand between two on the other for a second – and, giggling, finished her sentence as Carol grasped the hidden meaning. Carol didn’t giggle with her, or even smile. Instead, she breathed in deeply, straightened up to emphasize her already commendable posture, and silently looked at me very coldly.

Carol didn’t look pregnant. Must be in the first trimester, I thought. She was in several respects an opposite of Ginny. Fairly long and tall, over 5’8”, she still had the hard, well-developed torso of a skater, but also possessed a very pleasing set of breasts that stood high on her frame, probably a 36-C. Her high necked, collar-less brown silk blouse was covered by an oyster-colored, fisherman-knit cardigan sweater that extended over her hips, obscuring whatever swelling might be due to her pregnancy. Her form-fitting tan cotton skirt came to the knees of her heavily- muscled skater’s legs. Her complexion had a very smooth, blemish-less, cast; in fact, it looked as if she spent more than a little time in the sun. I’d not glimpsed her bottom as she came through the door, but imagined it to be as appetizing as the rest. Wearing only a hint of cream shadow above her eyes, her shoulder-length dark brown hair, brows and lashes complemented her brown eyes perfectly. She had strong, straight facial features with a firm, long jaw, prominent chin and a broad, full-lipped mouth with dark lipstick that peeled back – even when relaxed – to reveal perfect white teeth, contrasting stunningly with her coloring. What a shame she doesn’t smile, I thought, absently. Emerging from my sensuous daydream, I realized that Ginny was asking me a question.

“Where do we go from here, JJ?” Ginny asked. “I call him JJ,” Ginny confided to Carol as a conspiratorial aside.

“Oh,” I said, recovering. “Well, let’s start with a list of sequential production tasks, assign bodies, uhh…people to them, then come up with a budget tied to each task.” Grabbing a large pad of newsprint from the closet and some colored felt pens, I put them on the coffee table and asked if the ladies wanted some refreshment. Ginny brought sodas for them and a white wine for me. 

An hour later we’d finished drafting the production tasks and Lee had returned from shopping. Carol was very pleasant to her, almost effusive in her thanks for interrupting our Sunday afternoon. Lee then retired to the backyard to do some gardening. 

Our meeting was productive. Aside from a few contract players, most of the work would be done by Ginny, Carol, and me. Carol would be the floor manager, handling the performers, etc.; Ginny’d be artistic manager; I’d be the technical director and straw boss, assuring schedules be met, and use my company’s photo studio for video and still photographic post-production work. I insisted that both girls be paid an honorarium for their time. I’d donate mine, free, which thawed Carol’s icy attitude a bit. All this helped us produce a budget, which we’d present to the financing parents at a meeting in a couple of days. Enthusiastic Ginny then grabbed the phone book to find the number of the plastic surgeon who was the lead donor. As she placed the long, detailed call from another room, I tried to get Carol to loosen up.  

“I hope we’ll be able to work easily with one another,” I said. “Ginny’s excited about doing this.”

“Look. I’m doing it only for Ginny,” Carol responded, brusquely. “She’s told me about you, and I just want you to know I’m against it. As long as we’re all business, we’ll get along fine. I don’t have to like you…or respect you.”

“Oh-kay,” I said, momentarily humbled. “But, since you’re both rank amateurs, you’re going to have to follow my instructions. Are you free to work on a moment’s notice, regardless of when or how long?” I questioned, seeking her unqualified commitment.

“It’ll take some doing, but I’ll handle it,” she assured me. I assumed she was referring to her husband, Dusty’s, possessiveness.

Ginny returned. “We’re set for Tuesday night at 7:30. Okay?” she beamed.

“Fine,” Carol said as I nodded. “Now I’d better go. Dusty’ll be wondering if I’ve left town.” 

“I think he and Mike went motorcycle riding,” Ginny said.

“Oh, great!,” she said, exasperatedly. “All the same, I’d better go. Say goodbye to Lee for me. See you Tuesday, Jay,” she allowed, flouncing out of the room with head high, to exit the front door with a bang.

“Wow. She gives new meaning to the word ‘chilly,’” I said to Ginny.

“Oh, don’t worry about Carol,” she poo-pooed. “She’s just unhappy. Now that she’s pregnant – three months – Dusty doesn’t pay any attention to her. They’re not even having sex!”     I blanched, visibly.

“Watch yourself, JJ,” Ginny warned playfully. “I will be. Besides, I’m kinda glad that Carol’s putting you in your place. Any fool can see she’s a hottie, and I know you too well to trust you, even with my best friend. Now, can you take me home and pick me up Tuesday?”

“Okay. Say g’bye to Lee,” I said, lewdly digging my fingers into her fleshy bottom as I pushed her ahead of me. 

Driving her home, Ginny was ebullient about plans for her show. She couldn’t thank me enough. Though I’d planned to drop her off at her mother’s house and leave quickly, when we arrived Ginny reached over and switched off the engine. “Come in, JJ. Please. Mom’s not home and…and, I need you again,” she murmured. Her pertly cocked head and pleading half-smile did it. I entered the house for the first time with her, noticed the drab décor, and was immediately grabbed by Ginny. “Come into my bedroom,” she hissed. Entering, she started to undress and exhorted, “Quick! Get naked! We only have an hour or so!”

God, she was hot! She stripped to her bikini bunny-panties and loosened her hair to let it tumble to her shoulders. Her upturned breasts thrust themselves at me with little pink nipples already hardened. She looked me in the eye and very slowly drew her little panties down over her fulsome hips, exaggerating each smooth move as the blood began to fill my cock while I disrobed. She brought the panties to her nose and sniffed them deeply, mewling “Mmmmm, smell these,” as she pushed them to my face so I could inhale the fishy smell of her afternoon’s sticky excitement.

Both now nude, we embraced passionately, kissing and pawing at one another as our breathing came faster. She broke from me and grabbed a small tube of lubricating jelly from her dresser drawer and squeezed a dollop onto her finger, placing it behind her on what I assumed was her anus. “Yeah,” she said softly…wantonly. “You know what I want. It’s okay. I said I’d keep myself clean for you.” At that she sat on the edge of her bed and, pulling me to her, wrapped her arms around my butt to smother my rising rod with her mouth. As she worked me to a full erection, I surveyed the room. Here and there were memorabilia from her life: pennants and pom-pons, several skating trophies, a few books, pictures of herself and Mike, one of her mother and dead father. Nothing unique. I wondered how many times Ginny had fucked someone in this room.  

After a few minutes I was again moaning my pleasure and Ginny pulled off to climb on the bed on hands and knees with her ass pointing at me. Wordlessly, she handed me the lube and I squirted some on my cock and her small, innocent-looking pink bud, which caused her to clench her buns slightly due to its coldness. I then played my cock up and down her slick crack, pausing to poke slightly at her hole each time I passed. She’d begun to rub her clit with the two middle fingers of her left hand, bringing forth a generous slurry of juices from her engorged, pink pussy, so appetizingly framed by sparse, platinum-blonde hair. Teasingly, I probed at her asshole, which flared open and pinched closed with each touch, causing her to utter little moans and thrust her butt back at me. I palmed each of her buttocks, digging my fingers into their flesh to feel the striations of the underlying muscles, and with one slow, slick shove, entered her fundament. She shouted loudly, “Ohhhhyeeeaaaaah!” at my intrusion. Two strokes later I was in her to my balls and left my pulsing dick there, relishing in the velvet, grasping heat of her dark inner passage. 


Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 01



She was sounding intermittently now, responding to the desperate frigging she inflicted on her clit as well as to my thrusts. “Uuunn,” she’d grunt. “Uuunn…uuunn,” maybe once every five seconds. I began a full-stroke rhythm into her, trying to time myself with her pre-orgasmic peals. Then “Uuun-oh…uuun-oh…uuun-oh,” she’d moan, as I came nearly all the way out -- leaving just the corona inside her sphincter -- then repeatedly pushed ever-so-deeply into her to once again feel the Kegel-like muscular contractions of her birth canal through the thin membrane of flesh separating it from her colon. “Oooo, yeah, JJ,” she murmured, then “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yes. Yes. YES. GET IT, JJ! FUCK MYASS” she panted. “Good. Yeah. Yeah. Mmmmph, mmm-oh!” Her encouragement was intoxicating. I gripped her buttocks even harder as I continually stabbed at her, peeling them back from her anus until I thought I would tear her in two, to which she moaned dementedly “Mmmmnn…mmmmnn…mmmmnn…yeah.” 

We’d both entered a depraved fucking zone. Ginny’s cunt-frigging had borne a stream of juice dripping from her labia down her inner thighs. The sun pouring through her window bathed us both in hot light as we increased the tempo -- bringing a sheen of sweat to our bodies – soaking her thrashing, blonde hair and causing my forehead to drip a salty balm on her heaving butt and thighs. The rhythmic slapping of our loins accompanied our desperate cries as we drove further toward the inevitable climax that we both hungered for so desperately. Her shapely cheeks flattened and quivered each time I gored her tender bowels. Her fingers tore at the bedspread, clawing great bunches of material into her white-knuckled fists. 

Then, as if orchestrated by some long-dead master composer, Ginny began an orgasm for the ages. “Eeee-yeeeaaah!,” she screamed, “eeee-yeeeaaah!,” more loudly than I’d remembered her doing before -- an ear-piercing howl that reminded me of a nocturnal cougar in heat, one being serviced by the senior alpha male in the forest -- as she fingered herself and expelled a torrent of love fluid from her cunt. Taking the cue, I drove as deeply as I could into her and, bellowing, shouting, grunting, blew a white-hot load of cum into her recesses as her ass milked me with half-a-hundred rapid pulses. My orgasm seemed to spur her on, as she throatily groaned a climactic encore which drove her to the bed on her belly with me on top of her. Fused together, trembling, she brought her heels up against my butt and attempted to press me further into her rectum. We both moaned through a heavenly, drowsy afterglow that lasted several minutes.          

***

Back at home I apologized to Lee for my earlier snit, requesting that in the future she not volunteer me for anything without first asking. She agreed, though reluctantly, stressing that that’s what we – prospective grandparents – were for…to help the kids. Little did she know the assistance I was rendering.

Tuesday night I picked up Ginny and we drove to the meeting. She wore a red dress suit that included a short, black-buttoned jacket over a tank dress, the top of which started just above her breasts. With the jacket on, which I hoped she wouldn’t remove in front of the parents, she bared her ivory neck and clavicle to the bust line. The dress had a side button closure with matching black buttons and ended just above the knee, revealing her delectable legs and black high heels. As we got into the car, she flashed me, revealing thigh-high stockings that gripped her muscular legs and a red silk thong that provided little modesty. “See!” she said seductively, “It unbuttons all the way up on the side!” Completing the scarlet look, her shining brown eyes were shadowed in maroon and dark brown liner. 

We arrived at the meeting place just as Carol drove up. Her luscious body – about 36-24-36, I reckoned – was clothed in a burgundy, stretch lace dress with a deep V neckline to her sternum and three-quarter length sleeves. Her scalloped hemline ended irregularly above the knee to reveal her stunning, curvy, nyloned legs with black heels. There was still no hint of her pregnancy.        I felt like an aging, 50-year-old agent for two supermodels…or a pimp. Both women, blonde and brunette, had free-flowing hair to their shoulders, which bounced with each purposeful step. Carol was wearing a burgundy, flourish-dangle necklace that nestled in the cleavage between the exposed upper flare of her breasts, so sumptuously revealed by the plunging neckline. As she walked ahead of me my pulse quickened at the sight of her muscular, heart-shaped ass -- like Ginny’s, superbly developed from years in ice rinks – which twitched and seemed to wink at me each time she took a long, clicking stride on her shapely legs.

Yes, by all the gods in the pantheon, I began entertaining very lusty thoughts about this young woman…Ginny’s supposedly pregnant best friend. 

At the door we were met by the plastic surgeon-donor, a stocky, hairy, balding guy about my age who was the parent of Ginny’s oldest student, an 18-year-old girl. Entering the living room we met his attractive wife and daughter, Cindy – Ginny’s student -- who was a 5’6” Winona Ryder look-alike with blue eyes and straight black hair in a Dutch-boy cut, but unlike Ms. Ryder, had the characteristic ice-skater’s body. Gawd, I thought, if only we could clone all women to have such physiques.

The meeting went well. I’d prepared the proposal, with budget, tacking on 15 percent for contingencies, and, after answering a few questions from the other parents who were there, it was agreed that they’d all finance the show. Throughout, Ginny interspersed my presentation with artistic comments, making her points by touching my arm as she did so. Carol said little, if anything, just staring at me with dark, non-committing eyes. The doctor’s daughter, Cindy, was overjoyed and made it clear to everyone that she idolized Ginny. I learned later that she could hardly wait to get away from home, since she hungered to audition for a major ice show as Ginny had done a few years before. After a bit of socializing and a drink of good scotch from the kind host, we left, promising the moon to the proud parents. I directed both girls to select music for each performance, and to bring the CDs to my place the next night, as Carol left.        

Walking to my car, Ginny hissed quietly, “Wow, that turned me on, Mr. Businessman.” In the car, she bubbled, “God, JJ, you were fabulous! So professional! You had them eating out of your hand!” Forsaking the seatbelt, she began using the broad leather seat of the Mercedes the way a child would a playpen, wiggling her body sensuously about and flashing me glimpses of her stocking tops and crimson thong. She then took off the short jacket, tossed it in the back, and kicked off her shoes, eyeing the effect she had on me. 

“I make presentations all the time, honey. And I couldn’t have done it without you,” I responded. “Now the real work begins!” 

“Oh, not right now, Mr. Biz, please! Let’s celebrate a little while, okay? Drive down to the water. Please?” she begged. She slid next to me and cupped my crotch in one hot hand, then pulled away to lean her back against the passenger door with bent knees -- her legs open just enough to reveal the moistening front patch of her red thong -- and paused to look reflectively at me for a moment…contemplating I knew not what. Then she turned around, on hands and knees, to display her two ivory buttocks to me, the thin string of the thong embedded deeply between her cheeks. “Oooh, look, Mr. Biz,” she said throatily with eyes glinting mischievously over one shoulder, “You made me all wet!” 

Sure enough. As we glided slowly down to the deserted waterfront to see a few sailboats plying the chop in the darkening evening sky, I looked at the lower crease of her buns as Ginny flexed them and a large drop of her fluid bled into the soaking string of the thong. Killing the engine, I turned toward her. Sitting back down, she said, alluringly, and as if she were someone else, “I wanna play a game, Mr. Biz. Pretend you don’t know me,” she uttered calculatingly, “that you just picked me up ‘cuz I had car trouble, and you’ve forced me to unbutton my dress,” as she provocatively began freeing the buttons all the way to her waist. “Now you want to rape me,” she murmured, drawing out the word ‘rape’. “I’ll fight you, and I’m really strong, so I won’t give in easily. Okay?”

I smiled, enjoying this little playlet, removed my blazer and tie and threw them both in the back seat. “C’mere, little girl,” I gurgled, sexily, but still comically. “Daddy wants some sugar,” as I advanced toward her.

“Get away from me, you perv!” Ginny yelled, convincingly. “I undid my dress so you could see me but that’s as far as I go! I’ll scream for the cops!”

“We’ll see,” I growled, grabbing one of her wrists in a vice-like grip. She swung with the other hand, hitting me on the ear, which rendered me deaf from ringing for a few seconds as I finally pinioned her other hand and arm behind her back.  

Bringing her to me I tried kissing her, and she screamed “No! Never!” and bit me on the upper lip, tearing out a few moustache hairs. This was getting serious. I’m 6’2”, weigh upwards of 220, and am still muscular, but this little hellcat was definitely into her role-play. I then brought her other hand behind her to secure it with the other, avoiding a knee thrust at my groin. Struggling, she once again freed it to lash out at me with nails poised toward my face. I grabbed her taloned hand just in time and slapped her sharply across the face, stunning her and shocking myself. She looked at me, momentarily hurt and surprised, and some of the starch went out of her. I wrapped one large paw around her tiny wrists and ripped away one of her stockings. I’d gotten enough nylon to tie her wrists together which, after a couple of minutes of bumbling, was successful.

I’d probably never raped but one girl, and never had to be physically violent during sex…maybe at times to escape a furious ex-lover. But I seemed to have the basic instincts needed to accomplish this act.

Ginny started whining, then making delirious, angry sounds in her throat. I then ripped away her thong and tried to insert one knee between her thighs. It was like trying to pull apart two boulders that had fused eons ago. Her leg muscles rippled like iron strands. I reached under one leg and pinched her as hard as I could on a tender spot about two inches from her drooling pussy. She screamed in pain and threw her thighs apart to escape my grasp as I drove my left knee into the crevice, all the way to her vulva. She whimpered, gasping for air, and, growling deeply, tried to dislodge me with her other knee. But I had her.

On my knees in front of her, I unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants and boxers enough to free my cock, now half-erect from the demented theatrics, and said, “Suck me!”      

“No!” she screamed. “I’ll bite it off!”

I grabbed her face in my hands, looked piercingly into her eyes, and said in my most villainous voice, “You do and I’ll kill you!”

I grabbed the back of her head and forced open her jaw with my thumbs on either side. She took me in a ways, then accepted me as far as she could given the angle, as I rammed the back of her mouth. She was sweating from the exertion, and I shouted, “Move your tongue on it!” She complied, and with that I unbuttoned the rest of the top portion of her dress from the side. It flopped open and my breath caught as I gaped at her heaving, white breasts cupped by a red push-up bra. I undid the front clasp and her delicious white tits fell out, which drew my fingers to their hard, pink nipples, twisting them roughly until she grunted with pain.

Ginny’s resolve was weakening, yet I remained vigilant. She still struggled, but kept doing her mouth work. Quickly, I pulled her thighs further apart – no easy task since she was still putting up a fight – and inserted my other knee between them. “Now I’m gonna rape you,” I snarled, menacingly. 

I picked her up by her bottom with her legs now splayed open, and – with a triumphant cry – rammed my cock into her to her cervix. “Aaaaghhhoowww!” she screamed. Letting go of her, I let her hang on my root with her back pushed into the seat, just wiggling my hips slightly so the embedded probe would rub her cervical opening. She began to utter “Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh,” as I punished her, savagely hoping to pop through into her uterus. 

“You like it this way?,” I sneered as I stirred her obscenely. 

“Nnnu…nnnuuh…nnnYEAH!” she grunted, whipping her taut little body to mine as if released by a bowstring. She’d suddenly acquiesced and become more Ginny-like. She lifted her knees and thighs up past my hips and locked her ankles around my buttocks, and – pleading into my eyes with furrowed brow – beseeched, “Ooooh, please, mister, untie my hands. Mmmm-ohh, I wanna touch you. Please!?”

I did so and her hands flew all over me, over my buns, down my thighs, under my shirt to claw at my chest, back and shoulders, then down to the base of my cock, caressing it and my balls very lightly. Then, elevating her crotch so that her cunt splayed open completely flat around my embedded probe, she begged, “MmmMM, mmmMM, oh, please do me now, mister, mmmmm.” 

As I did, slowly and with full, deep strokes, Ginny raised her face to me and kissed me as gently – and with as much emotion – as I’d yet experienced with her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and slowly inserted her tongue in my mouth -- in time with each of my strokes -- and began a continuous, drawn-out moan. Interrupted only by her rasping need to breathe, she ground fluidly against my humping loins, all the while moaning and frenching me. 

I drove into Ginny with measured violence, starting slowly, then accelerating my plunges, swirling my cock in deep, twisting motions to ream out her sucking vagina. On this night she lubricated more than I’d ever seen her -- with her aromatic juices literally running out of her -- to render my balls cold in the evening air and leave my pubic hair as well as the car seat sopping from our coitus.  

Breaking from our kiss, I looked down at her and needed to mark her in some feral way. She looked up at me, encouragingly and -- slowly closing her eyes -- once again began her upward thrusts while lifting her head back, defenselessly baring her quivering, naked body. I leaned down, softly, and selected a soft point at the base of her neck where it connects with the shoulder muscle and nipped her softly. She looked at me through lust-crazed, half-lidded eyes as I drove into her and, sensing what I wanted, whispered, “Bite me, JJ. Oh, God, please bite me!” I then repeated the nipping, then sucked hard enough to cause a potential hickey as I pounded into her with staccato thrusts. Once again our bodies slapped against one another’s as we strove toward orgasm. Our litany of moans and grunts became two continuous wails that could have awakened the dead. 

And finally we were there. I growled as I came, throwing my head back and shaking it like an aging, bestial gorilla that had just claimed a new mate. I pumped shot after shot into the squalling Ginny. She screamed at least a dozen times – harsh, throaty, shouts from deep within her lungs -- and bit me, deeply, on the chest as she reached her peak. Her cunt spasmed countless times as her ass had the previous Sunday, with rapid-fire pulses that milked my balls dry. Whimpering, we held one another closely and gently as the intermittent aftershocks and crying began to dissolve. “Ohh, JJ, mmmnn,” she murmured repeatedly. “Ohh, JJ. Mmmnn, JJ. Mmmnn. My sweet, sweet man.”

*** Over three weeks later we had a show ready to go. Countless hours had gone into its preparation. The ice rink was set up with equipment, and ten kids had been rehearsed for what seemed like an eternity. It was as if I had a second job, leaving for the rink a few minutes from my office to meet Ginny and Carol for preparations each evening. Carol had been difficult to work with, and was still palpably critical of the lascivious bond between Ginny and me. And for good reason. Ginny did little to disguise her lusty desires, except around the kids and parents. And more than once Carol had to come looking for us when we took a break to satisfy our brief, carnal ruttings in the many private places available in the cavernous old ice arena. 

On one such night, one day before dress rehearsal, I was in the light and sound booth at the back of the rink, fifty feet up, making a few of the thousand timing adjustments on the computer that automatically links the lights with music. Carol was on the ice with one of the smallest kids, coaching the little girl on the fine points of recovering from a toe loop. I’d watched Carol for nearly a month, and was very taken not only by her curvaceous body, but her grace on ice – faintly reminiscent of Peggy Fleming many years before – and the way she handled the barely competent little skaters. In contrast to Carol, Ginny is a stronger, more athletic skater and why Carol was coaching at that moment rather than Ginny I didn’t know…until I felt Ginny’s warm hands surround my waist from behind in the dark booth. “Ssshhh, don’t let them know I’m here!” she whispered, unfastening my belt and sliding my pants down my legs. I covered the live microphone on the headset I was wearing that fed the rink’s public address system, afraid that she could be heard over the loud speakers. 

Ginny had doffed her skates and thick nylon tights and trooped up to the booth in apres-ski boots. Dressed only in white shorts and a ribbed, purple turtleneck sweater, with hair in her typical ponytail, she said quietly, “How ya doin’ sailor?” and hugged me, fishing my cock out of my boxers, “Wanna blow?”

I switched off the mike and turned away from the open window that looked out over the rink, dotted with her students practicing their routines. Looking over her shoulder at the long, empty corridor that fed the dark booth, I saw that we probably wouldn’t be disturbed and closed the door. She dropped to her knees and began giving me head, sucking long and hard at my flaccid prick that was fighting the cold. I shivered, as much from the temperature as her feathery licking, and moaned softly that we had to finish the final programmed edits so we could… . 

“Hurry, JJ, this may be the last chance we’ll have tonight,” she interrupted, gasping for air. “I need you in me.” At that, she got me hard very quickly and pulled down her shorts and french-cut panties, stepping out of them. I lifted her up to sit on the instrument console, avoiding the switches, and spread her legs, kneeling and clamping my mouth quickly on her pussy, the hottest thing within 100 feet. “Aammnnn,” she groaned, laying her calves on my shoulders – leaning back on her arms -- and hunching her cunt toward my demanding mouth. I’d learned over the past month that Ginny was especially tasty after skating. Her athletic exertions always provided a sublime mixture of perspiration with vaginal juices, producing a thick, odorous, creamy nectar that rivaled the most delicious of sauces. This night’s effusions were particularly sweet as I surmised she might be at the nadir of her cycle. As I worked on her full-lipped slit, she poured forth a rich concoction that – under different, more private circumstances – would have stimulated a savage fuck. 

Instead, to compensate for her youthful charges being so near, we opted for a quiet, secretive, semi-public coupling. Turning her around so she could grasp the window ledge, I stood her on two low equipment cases and entered her ravenous, swollen pussy from behind. Since the spotlights were bathing the ice, Ginny couldn’t be seen poised in the dark, open window, and no one was sitting in the house seats. So we fucked, slowly and luxuriantly, for several minutes, my loins lightly slapping against her smooth, yielding buttocks. 




Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 01



I’d come to know – and appreciate so much – the pleasure this young woman had brought into my life that our frantic trysts had become almost natural in my estimation. Only in the middle of the night when I’d awaken -- sweating from a nightmare in which we’d been caught by my wife or some other family member -- did our demented relationship give me cause for alarm. Then, always, I’d forget for a few days that guilty fear and let our passion wash over me…just as was happening now. Ginny began to moan, increasingly more loudly as our grappling increased its tempo and my thrusts became less measured and more wild. “Uuh…uuh…uuh,” she gasped, in time with each probe. “Nuuh, uuh, mmuh, uh-yeah, oooh-yeah, mmyeah, ohGodyesJJfuckme, fu’ me, ooouh…mmuuh…mmuuh.” God, I wanted to cum in her! I wanted her to be a bottomless reservoir for my boiling fluid! We were so into our feverish rutting that neither of us could hear her name being called from down below on the ice.

“Ginny! Ginny, are you there?” It was Carol, standing at mid-ice and screaming for my flailing little fuck-mate. 

“Ginny, Carol wants you!” I rasped, still stroking in and out of her with my hands yanking roughly at her quivering hips. 

“Ohhh, God,” Ginny groaned, still humping back at me. “Wait…JJ…I’m…almost…there. Ohhh, God,” she repeated, grinding her cunt ever faster onto my rampant lance. “Oooohh…” she moaned, reaching around behind herself to make sure I wouldn’t pull out. Then, she started: “Uhh, uhh, uhh…oooh…oooh…ooo-oh…ooo-oh,” working desperately to reach orgasm as I rammed her G spot harder than before, trying to get her off. I reached around to flick her clit and discovered her fiercely rubbing hand already there, rapidly abusing the little bud that we usually treated so tenderly.

“Ginny!” Carol repeated harshly. “Ginny, we need you!”

“Uhh…uhh…uhhg…YEA-uh…YEA-uh…YEA-uh,” Ginny screamed out, trying to appear normal, but sounding instead as if she’d put her finger in a light socket. “I…I…I’LL BE…RIGHT…THERE, CARE-ULLL,” she shouted, as she climaxed and I held her jerking little body against my chest – as I was still buried in her -- with her biting my hand that covered her moaning, slobbering mouth.     

Looking down on the ice, I saw Carol turn to Cindy, the 18-year-old surgeon’s daughter -- who was in full costume and ready to skate -- and say something. Then they both left the ice and sat in the first row of house seats as Carol covered her face with her hands, elbows on knees, and shook her head repeatedly. 

Ginny and I threw on our clothes, I grabbed the headset and switched the mike on, and tried to mollify Carol and sooth the situation. "Ginny’s on her way down, Carol. She’s been helping me with light cues.”

“Yeah, right,” said Carol, as Ginny appeared on the ice without skates. Seeing her, Carol asked, “Shall Cindy do her routine now? She has a couple of questions about the triple lutz.” Ginny waved the girl onto the ice and collapsed into one of the seats.  

I, in the meantime, cued Cindy’s music and – with an extremely angry residual hard-on -- watched the shapely skater do her entire routine. It was sheer poetry, a very sexy dance that began with her circling the entire rink wearing a mink coat. I grabbed the spotlight, turned it on, and followed the little pro-to-be through her first pass. She whipped off the coat, skimming it casually so that it circled sexily fifty feet across the ice toward the rail, followed by the light. Then I moved the light back on her.

Cindy’s costume emphasized every detail of her stellar figure to a magnificent degree. It was no more than a body stocking, exactly the same color as her fair skin, with a few patches of red and gold sequins covering her most private parts. The material over her muscular bottom was cut very high so that her hips were bare nearly to the waist. The thin strip covering her prominent mound stretched breathtakingly between her legs to barely cover her ass crack. When she did a one-footed split, grasping one ankle and stretching it perpendicularly to the ice beside her head and skating several loops on one leg, I immediately scanned her crotch, hoping in my lecherous way to glimpse some black pubic hair. She was probably shaven clean, I thought lewdly. If only she were here in the light booth I could be sure!, I imagined. At the end of her routine – doing a rapid spin that lasted twenty seconds or so -- all the students applauded wildly, and I did as well. The rehearsal was over, and I joined Ginny and Carol downstairs with all the kids to give them last-minute instructions prior to dress rehearsal the next night. 

When the kids had gone, Carol spoke very sternly to both of us. “You two almost blew it tonight,” she admonished. “You’re shameless,“ she said, walking right up to me with hands on hips and fixing me with a glare. “Cindy knows about you guys, too. The only reason she hasn’t said anything is that she worships Ginny. You, Jay! You’re no better than a dog!” 

At that Ginny exploded, screaming at her friend. “Carol! You bitch! For the past month you’ve been on JJ’s case about everything! It’s not his fault you’ve got a shitty marriage! And without him we wouldn’t have been able to do this show!”

“And another thing!” Ginny continued, relentlessly, spitting out her words, “You know that deep, dull, hollow ache inside you all the time? Well, I DON’T HAVE IT!…and it’s because of what JJ does for me! You should be so lucky! Now chill out, girl, and be thankful for getting out of the house and doing something besides watching TV!”

“Whoa, ladies,” I interjected. “We’re all tired and saying more than we need to,” I soothed, bringing them both together in my arms. Carol stiffened at first, then relaxed, almost collapsing in the three-person embrace as she began to weep silently. “Come on, sweetheart,” I said to Carol, “It’s okay. This pre-show stress always happens. This weekend it’ll all be over and we can wrap this thing up. Ginny, why don’t you ride home with Carol and I’ll see you both tomorrow for dress rehearsal, okay?” 

Ginny looked inquiringly at me, wanting to object so we could have one more fling in the car on the way home. I just closed my eyes and shook my head ‘no’ to her while softly stroking her friend’s quaking shoulders, knowing she and Carol needed to talk. Carol looked up at me with a soft expression and took my handkerchief for her tears. “Thanks, Jay. You’re right, I guess. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m sorry,” she sniffled. 

The good news was that we were ready. Thursday, the next night, was dress rehearsal. Two spotlight operators and two video guys showed up and we did a tech rehearsal, with Carol skating all the kids’ routines flawlessly, to familiarize the techies with performer placement on the ice. I would later snap still shots with my digital camera. Ginny’d called and was driving in with Lee and Mike to the rehearsal. Mike had surprised everyone by making a motorcycle racing debut, miles away, on the night of the show. Since Lee would be seeing his race, she’d be attending tonight. Ah, the blessings of parenthood.  

I’d known Ginny was doing a skating number for the finale, but was unprepared for how she’d be costumed since she’d not rehearsed it. When the tech rehearsal was finished, I noticed a willowy looking skater with her back to me, done entirely in a floor-length, green-sequined outfit with three-quarter length sleeves. Even with the billowy long skirt, it was obvious that this woman’s body was extraordinary. Her hair was black, straight, and in a Dutch-boy cut. It wasn’t Cindy. As this apparition turned she revealed her very elaborate makeup on an otherwise pale face. Her eyes had been painted so that they resembled the exaggerated brows of a cat, drawn with thin black, green and gold lines and embellished with a dusting of gold fleck. When facing me, her long skirt was split up the front to reveal a hint of her inviting crotch, then gradually widened to show full thighs and taut calves done up in high, white skates.

It was Ginny, of course, wearing a black wig, and – but for the makeup – looking like a double of her young student, Cindy. Extraordinary! I gasped at her stunning presence, so theatrically exaggerated and expertly turned out, and felt my groin pulse a few times at her beauty. So transfixed was I that I ignored for a few moments a member of the press that had shown up to do a feature for the local newspaper. Taking care of him by seating him appropriately, I waved to Lee and Mike as they’d taken their seats. Enough of the house was filling up with parents, siblings, and friends so that it looked as if tonight’s rehearsal would be a full-fledged performance. I went to the edge of the ice and beckoned to Ginny to join me for a good luck wish. She swooped over effortlessly and stopped at the rail, spraying ice on me and murmuring breathlessly, “God, I’m so sorry, JJ. I can’t go home with you tonight. Mike sprang his news on me last night and of course Lee’s going with him tomorrow.”  

“It’s okay, honey,” I said. “Just wanted to tell you ‘break a leg,’ and remember that you’re my fantasy girl!” 

She grabbed my hands over the rail and, stifling a whine, said, “Thanks for last night. Carol and I got a lot off our chests. She’s cool with everything now…and you know how I feel.” With that, she put her finger to her crotch and, smiling, passed it under her nose to indicate her sexy wish. 

Rehearsal went off without a hitch. Ginny’s finale was superb…done to Rodrigo’s Concierto de Aranjuez. My eyes teared-up and I groaned as she went through her routine which was helped not at all by my body-english. When she removed her long skirt to skim it across the ice, I hungered for the feel of her little body against mine. Her muscular, pumping legs captivated me as she flew around the rink, swinging her heavenly hips and ass in slow, calculated movements. My cock grew hard as she passed below me in the light booth, seeming to show only me the incredible internal secrets she harbored in her round, firm fundament. Then, after her final spin, she posed for thunderous applause with one arm up toward me and my follow-spot, gracefully opening her hand to me, then, curling her fingers, passed one of them suggestively under her nose as she’d done before.  

Ginny and Carol will return very soon in Chapter 2. Please don’t forget to vote and send feedback, as your suggestions are always good! 



Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 02



This is the second of a three chapter installment. For continuity, please read GINNY TURNS PRO, Ch. 1, by clicking on my name and going to the link. For Ginny's previous exploits, read GINNY REMEMBERS DADDY and GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM. Please remember to vote and send feedback. Ginny loves both.

Performance night was a smash! Hundreds showed up and Ginny, suddenly, was much in demand as a local skating pro and instructor on the rise. I'd gathered all the videotape stock for editing and had snapped scores of still shots, downloading them into my laptop. Ginny and Carol were understandably emotionally high after the show and wanted to party. They'd changed into sweat suits and -- since it was early yet -- at Ginny's suggestion we bought some champagne, wine and snacks and went to my studio ten minutes away from the rink. At my insistence, Ginny had left on her black wig making her look like her prize student, Cindy. She also left on her fantastic, cat-like eye makeup. 

At the studio we cranked up the music, drank two bottles of champagne, then started on the wine until the girls were giggling and rolling around on the large, eight foot square futon. I was pleasantly tired, and satisfied that we'd done a good job. While they were playing music and prancing about barefoot, I dimmed the lights, downloaded the still pictures into my editing computer, and started to segregate them into groups by individual skater.

Ginny switched off the CD player and put on an FM station that was playing some nice night music. As I was standing at my waist-high console, she came up behind me and stretched her arms around my upper thighs. She molded her body to my back, not allowing a bit of space between her curvy self and me. Running her hands up and down my front, she bit me lightly through my shirt and slurred to Carol, "See, Care, this big body is what turns me on so much. And, he's always so serious but, once he lets go, Gaw-uhd Damn!"

Carol was lying on her side with her head propped up on her elbow, sipping a glass of wine and looking at us through bemused eyes. She wore light blue sweat pants and a loose, white, sleeveless top, baring strong, tan shoulders and showing the generous swells of her bosom tenting its front. "C'mon, Gin, don't start! You know what that does to me!" she exclaimed, gulping at her glass then refilling it from a bottle on the floor. 

I was a bit embarrassed, sensing what the designing Ginny might be up to. She was dressed in a two-piece, black velvet sweat suit with zippered top which she'd undone a little to show a lot of braless cleavage. Most of her theatrical eye makeup was still on, making her look like a surreal, black, furry cat. I emptied my glass, refilling it from a bottle on the console, and quickly gulped about half of that. She then came to me in front and, standing up on tiptoe, grasped me around the neck and made a big production of sticking her tongue into my mouth, moaning -- all for Carol's benefit -- who continued watching us from the side, several feet away. Then Ginny groped me, salaciously rubbing my cock up and down in my pantleg, out of Carol's sight line below the console. Her sweet mouth, garnished with the tart wine, stirred me as she noisily breathed her honeyed vapors into me. I embraced her tentatively, stroking her from ass to shoulders and up and down the tight muscles on each side of her spine. I reached under her top to stroke the flat plane of her tight tummy, then further up to cup each breast in my palms, rolling her nipples. She broke her embrace to put her hands lightly on my shoulders and pulled back to gaze at me through the slits of her lusty, heavily-painted eyes and whispered, "Mmmmnn, yeah."

"My God, you guys look sooooo hot! Jeeze, stop it, will you, Gin? Show me some consideration!" Carol exclaimed, gulping another half glass of wine. 

"Just wait'll you see this, Care!" Ginny giggled playfully, and unzipped me, pulling out my cock and stroking it, also out of Carol's sight. 

I must have registered something on my face, as Carol gasped, "Ooooh...Jeezus...God," then brought her glass again to her parted lips. Ginny's arm was clearly moving in a way that indicated her manipulation of me, and I began to close my eyes periodically, registering my mounting pleasure. 

"Ooh, God, Carol, it's been two whole days! I've gotta taste him!" Ginny said suddenly, and swooped down below the console to engulf me with her hot, drooling mouth. Only the top of her black-wigged head could be seen by Carol, moving back and forth as Ginny blew me. I then realized that I was the subject of a voyeuristic exercise, and looked around at the staring Carol, grimacing occasionally as Ginny's wet throat brought me fully erect. I looked in a helpless way at Carol, groaned slightly, and she unconsciously returned the groan. We did it again, then again after a few seconds, vocally reciprocating the pleasure that Ginny created as she worked her wonders on my cock. 

Carol's mouth was partly open as she watched me unblinking for several minutes as my hips undulated in time with Ginny's moving head. Continuing her gaze, she then began to very slightly move her pelvis to and fro, matching Ginny's and my movements. Very soon she slowly stuck her long, tan fingers down inside the top of her pants, pushed her hand lower to her crotch, and began the obvious task of rubbing her pussy as her eyes closed and mouth opened. She then lay back and put two fingers of her other hand in her mouth for a few moments, sucking them as if they were a surrogate penis. I was captivated by the strong, smooth, practiced strokes that were clearly revealed through the thick, cotton material, as well as her rhythmically hollowing cheeks. So mesmerized was I, in fact, that I forgot for a moment that Ginny was the one who was throating me. 

I brought Ginny up from the floor and quickly emptied my glass. She looked at me inquiringly as I stooped to lift my pants, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward the futon where Carol reclined. Sensing our approach, Carol opened her dark, clouded eyes slightly and focused on my bobbing erection. As we sat gingerly next to her, she cooed softly with each pronounced movement of her hidden hand. Her lips protruded in a sexy pout, revealing a few perfect, white front teeth, and her breasts heaved with deep breaths. Each exhalation was marked by a measured, tremulous, sound that only hinted at a moan. It was a rhythmic, airy indication of a deep longing that I was sure would soon cause this woman to erupt into the galvanic throes of a crashing orgasm. 

Ginny once again took me in her mouth and began deep bobs of her head, stopping only as her snorting nose was buried in my pubic hair. Transferring my attention, I began stroking Carol's taut legs through her pants -- kneading her tight, fleshy calves -- which caused her to open her eyes fully and stare at Ginny's groping lips as they engulfed my veiny, red, throbbing cock. She moved her legs away a bit, shyly rejecting my touch, but kept her eyes open as her hand and breathing increased their tempo. Each time Ginny would plunge her greedy mouth onto me Carol would open hers in mimicry, occasionally licking her lips. Her face took on a pleasurable smile, and at that I flexed my hips upward toward Ginny's mouth, exaggerating her rhythmic cock sucking for the sake of her sympathetic friend. Carol finally tilted her head to the side and her jaw became slack, her eyes losing their focus, as she rapidly began plunging her slick fingers into her smacking cunt, with her hand still obscured by her pants. My nose detected the smell of her rich, odorous effusions. 

Carol then began an intermittent groaning as the first orgasmic wave washed over her. For the next minute or so, she mouthed deep, throaty moans, each one separated by a few seconds. "Ahunnh...ahunnh...ahunnh...ahunnh," then "AhUNNH...ahUNNH...ahUNNH...ahUNNH," as her legs began to tremble around her hand. Another minute passed with her getting more vociferous. The volume of her sounds grew as she graduated to a new level. "Nnngah...nnngah...nnngah," she groaned, then continued as another wave hit her, "NnnGAH...nnnGAH...nnnGAH, nnnGAH," she cried as her legs then stiffened and stood straight out, with long tan toes curling.

At that point I looked at Ginny, who was focused on me, and closed my eyes to indicate my impending climax. With her jaw exhausted by now, she pulled her wigged head off me and wanked me lavishly, flinging copious gobs of saliva over my groin. Ginny cried "AHH!" with me as the first splash of semen jetted from my cock to land on one of Carol's feet and ankle. "AHH!" she exclaimed again as two other shots flew to land on Carol's pants. Carol sat up to watch the red, pulsing head of my desperate rod exude two more streams down over Ginny's hand. Her tits heaved with heated breathing and her eyes glistened with wonder as the very last of my load soaked into the futon cover. As Ginny licked the residue from her hand, Carol very tentatively reached down to her foot and ankle, scraping my cum from them onto two fingers, and – looking at me – slowly placed them in her mouth for a long, savoring, taste.

On my knees, with my dick dangling, I gathered both of these gorgeous women into my arms for a long hug. "God," Carol gasped, burying her head in my shoulder. "I'm sooo embarrassed. Wha' da' ya' think of me?" she slurred. "Gin, I feel so guiiilty! You know how dirrrty I get when I drink."

"Aww, Care, babe, it's okay," Ginny soothed. "I wanted you to see us. And we watched you! Oooh, it's so cool...you even got a little taste."

"Mmm, Jesus, I feel so wick...ed...so fil...thy!" Carol murmured. "Jay, I'm really sorrry!" she said, unable to look me in the eye.

I was about to salvage the situation with a witty suggestion when Carol glanced at her watch. Her head suddenly cleared and she said in a panic, "My God! I've gotta go! Look at the time! Dusty'll kill me!" 

"As long as you can be here tomorrow, girl," Ginny said, wagging her finger. "You okay to drive? Gimme a ride home?" she asked.

"O' course, but don't cha' wanta' stay with Jay a while?" Carol asked considerately, watching me stow my limp dick in my pants and zip myself up. I secretly wished to spend some more time debauching with the black-wigged Ginny.

"For sure, but if I did we'd fuck all night and be wasted tomorrow. We've gotta wrap up the videos and still albums for the parents. I'll wait," the suddenly-practical Ginny said, smiling fondly at me. 

* * *

Next morning I was in early, thankful it'd been an early night. Cleaning up the party mess and stashing the leftover wine, I organized the photos for the parents' albums. I'd started the video editing when the girls arrived at about nine, carrying a basket of sandwich makings and a cooler of drinks for lunch. 

Both were in a great mood. It was a beautiful, crisp, morning and the autumn sun pouring in the skylights promised a stunning day. I kept the doors and draperies closed in the studio to discourage nosey neighbors, since Ginny'd cranked up the music. We were here to work, after all. 

The ladies – looking like girls today -- were dressed in shorts and cotton tops, both baring a fair expanse of muscled flesh, ivory in Ginny's case and buttery tan in Carol's. As is my wont, I noticed that neither displayed a panty line around their fulsome asses. Carol had begun to show the first, high swelling of her pregnant tummy. Both had their hair down to their shoulders. 

After three hours the girls had assembled all the album material. Carol's hands flew over the keyboard, typing catchy biographical sketches on each skater and matching them wittily with the particular pose that had been captured in each photo. Ginny did the grunt work of layout, printing, collating, and assembling each album. I was amazed at the amount of work they did, which meant they could help me with the video editing, given their knowledge of the sport and each skater's desires. The eldest, Cindy, would require the most attention since she wanted to use her videotape for auditions.

At about noon I was relieved when Ginny started smoothing out the kinks in my neck and shoulders. I'd been hunched over the editing console the whole time and desperately needed a break. "Want a beer, sailor?" she asked, handing me an icy open bottle as I turned down the music. 

"Mm, thanks, sweet," I said, standing and gulping half of it down. I went to the futon and reclined, stretching. "There's wine left over, if you guys want some," I offered, noticing a large, dried cum stain on the cushion from the night before.

"Ooh, I'd better not," said Carol. "Remember my delicate condition."

"That's just what your condition needs," Ginny said pointedly, going to the cupboard and bringing out a large bottle of red and two glasses. Filling them, she handed one to Carol who accepted it and immediately began to sip. Ginny leaned back against my upraised knees and asked, "Well, JJ, are we gonna finish today?"

"Hope so," I said. "Let me see how far you've gotten."

"Aw, c'mon, slave driver, relax! I've got just the thing for you," Ginny admonished, reaching into her pocket and withdrawing a small, flat, plastic case from which she took a hand-rolled joint. We each took a deep toke and I forgot about my tense neck and shoulders. After a couple more, my libido kicked in and for the first time this day I focused on the profusion of flesh facing me on each side. Ginny's curvy, pale legs ran from her leather trainers up to her loose, tan cargo shorts, with a seam nipping in at the crotch to split two puffy, pantie-less pussy lips. Her tight, black tube top showed the creamy shoulders and covered the bra-less breasts that I'd feasted on so many times. The sun was now coming in the skylights directly overhead, highlighting her blonde hair with the faint strawberry cast that was barely discernible in the pale, platinum down on her upper thighs. The picture of bouncy health, she wore no makeup. 

Carol was leaning back on her arms -- looking very stoned since she'd finished the joint -- with her face upturned to the sun, eyes closed, allowing me to absorb her visually. Her dark brown hair and eyebrows were highlighted by an auburn color that only enriched the endless, tan expanse of her skater's legs, completely shaven – and slightly shiny -- up under her long, orange shorts. She'd relaxed her knees so that they'd opened to allow the heat of the sun on her belly and crotch, no doubt providing warm comfort to the embryonic life growing within her. Her firm, full, breasts pushed out the front of her brown tank top, tantalizing me with their pouting arrogance. Her makeup was flawless, with dark gloss marking the elaborate bow of her lips, always slightly open to occasionally allow her furtive, pink tongue to emerge and moisten them. Without opening her eyes, she reached up to one breast with long, caressing fingers and adjusted a tit in her bra. I inhaled tremulously as she did so, and she opened her eyes sleepily to smile warmly at me for the first time since we'd met a month before.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Ginny whispered to me, gently breaking the mood created by Barber's Adagio for Strings on the radio.

"Mmm...yeah," I mumbled, and reached out, first to firmly stroke Ginny's thigh to her crotch, which caused her to sigh, recline and push her mound up to my hand. Then I took Carol's hand and kissed its dry, satiny palm, running the tip of my tongue up to the inside of her elbow, tickling the inside of her arm with my moustache as I did so. Nervous as a schoolboy, I said, "Ginny...I really want to..."

Looking at me dreamily, Ginny whispered, "It's okay, sweetie, she does too. We talked. She needs it...you. I want you to."

I wished that I had four arms to grasp them both. Making do with two, I climbed between them and gently caressed as much flesh as I could. Then I moved over to Carol and placed my torso between her legs, which she opened fluidly with a sigh. I mouthed her hotly through the thin material of her top, pinching a nipple through it with my lips, which caused her to gasp and stiffen. She raised an arm and, with her hand on the back of my head, I moved further up to place a long, deep kiss on her sweet, velvet lips. She opened them to me immediately and – moaning – sucked my tongue in harshly to its root. "Mmmnnslpp...aannnghslp...aannghslp," she groaned as she wetly drew my tongue into her deep, open mouth. Leaning on my elbows, I grasped both of her breasts with my hands, feeling for the first time their taut full flesh through her clothing. She pushed herself up to me, allowing me to grope at her chest until my large palms covered it completely, as I twisted and turned her nipples until they protruded petulantly through the brown top like two miniature, burrowing, subterranean things. 

I gazed down for a moment at her flawless facial complexion, now beginning to glow with perspiration from the sunlight, and scattered little kisses over her dimpled cheeks, neck, clavicle, shoulders and down to her neckline. Her scent was flowery and her taste tangy with the morning's soap. I lifted one arm, then the other, to lick languorously at each armpit – savoring the mix of powder and sweat -- which caused her to groan deeply in her throat. 

I wanted to spend another hour at this slow work, but she wouldn't let me. Opening her eyes, she uttered a plaintive cry that ended in a high "C," and threw her arms around me to begin thrashing her hips. Throwing her legs wide apart, she lashed her pelvis up, hunching her mound against the now-bulging front of my pants. Groaning deeply in her throat, she humped against me – issuing desperate little cries and clawing at my back – and pounded herself to orgasm against my clothed groin in no more than a minute. At the height of her climax, she arched her back to stand only on her shoulders, with heels planted in the futon, and screamed her passion into my mouth as I sucked on her tongue. Coming down, she murmured happily, shuddering, "Mmmm, God. Mmmm...mmmm...God...mmmnn...mmmnn." She then whispered, "Jeezus, I'm so scared, you guys. So scared...mmm...unfaithful...mmm...and so...fucking...horny." I ran my finger reassuringly across her glistening lower lip to silently show my understanding, as she gazed at me with half-lidded eyes. 

Ginny and I then undressed, seemingly the most natural thing in the world. Carol took off her shoes then, shyly, allowed us to do the rest. Ginny pulled off Carol's brown top to reveal for the first time her curvaceous tits, snuggly cupped in a lacy, black, strapless, under-wired bra. Her barely-pregnant, tan tummy pooched out just slightly, still surrounded by well-toned muscles. I removed her orange shorts with – yes -- trembling hands and was made privy to her silky, perfectly-curved, tan hips and thighs. This woman sunned in the nude! She wore an orange thong that came easily off her stunning legs to reveal a small, cotton absorbent pad over her vagina that was soaked with fragrant juices. Blushing, she peeled that off with an audible sssst. Her bra joined our growing pile of clothing on the floor, which allowed her proud, tan breasts to push upward with dark pink aureoles and erect nipples. My mouth watered. Carol looked so frightened, so vulnerable -- so utterly ashamed in revealing her beauteous charms – that some deep, feral impulse stirring in my gene pool nearly caused me to ravage her on the spot.

I looked at Ginny, fearful of making her jealous, and she nodded 'yes', reaching over to stroke my hardness, which jutted threateningly from my groin. I embraced her completely and raised both of us to our knees, kissing her with grateful thanks for bringing me the gift of her friend, and ran my hands over her little body as Carol watched closely. Taking Ginny down with me, with her pussy starting to leak on my thigh, I then began caressing Carol from her jaw, down her neck, across her shoulders and tits to her belly and beyond. Her nipples engorged immediately atop her bounteous tits, as her breathing quickened, inviting me to suckle each one softly. As I nipped them and sucked more surrounding flesh into my mouth, she began gasping, with her chest rising and falling rapidly as her hips began a hunching motion. I stroked her lower belly with my fingertips, brushing her neatly-trimmed, dark brown pubic batch lovingly, and – as she sighed and leaned her head back to display her lovely neck and collarbone – I reluctantly left Ginny and insinuated my upper body between Carol's spread legs. 




Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 02



Bringing Ginny's face next to mine and laying it gently on Carol's right thigh – wanting her to see closely what I did with her friend – I kissed lightly up the inside of Carol's thighs to her moist, swollen labia. Her earlier orgasm had soaked her bush with fragrant juice and her clit and pink inner lips each protruded from their private refuge, inviting lavish attention. 

I very slowly licked around Carol's opening, to which she responded with a sharp "OH!" then "mmm-uhh...mmm-uhh...mmm-uhh." I eyed her pussy closely as she expelled a small gush of nectar that ran down between her cheeks. Careful not to lose it, I placed my whole mouth over her cunt and sucked deeply, exerting a moderate vacuuming pressure, which caused her to moan "nnnguhh, nnnguhh." I then placed my right hand around under her upturned left leg onto her belly, exerting a bit of pressure so that Ginny's head might remain on her other thigh that lay flat. Then I began laving her slit, swirling my tongue in circles and thrusting it in to reach as deeply as I could, then alternately withdrawing to flick away at her clit, itself throbbing its petite crown at me. Carol placed both hands on my head and drew me further into her heated box, then began to vocalize. "Ohhh, God, yeah...ohhh...ohhh," she whimpered. Then, she groaned throatily, "Mmmnn, mmm-uhh, mmm-uhh." And, finding words, she grunted, "Nnugh...ughhh...ughhh, eat me you...ohhh, ughhh, I need...ohhh...LICK me...you...fabulous...ahh, FUCK, I love it...ahh, ughhh...shit...yeah." Her head began to jerk from side to side on her gorgeous neck as her lust rose even higher: "YEAH! Eat me...make me cu...make me...cummmmm...yeah...oooh, fuck, mmnnuhh...ah, jee-zus, MAKE ME CUM!" 

Carol was oozing a thick sauce, extremely pungent, with a richness that I'd not tasted in years. It'd been a long while since I'd been with a pregnant woman. Her gash opened and pulsed at me, excreting a continuous stream of nectar, whenever I withdrew my soaking face to survey the extent of her pleasure. Then she'd grab my head and roughly pull me back into her sweltering center, making it difficult to breathe. Periodically, I'd twist my head to Ginny and we'd kiss deeply, sharing a mouthful of Carol's juices. I moved my left hand down to Ginny's cunt, now sopping also, and thrust first two, then three fingers into her with my palm rubbing her clit. For the moment my two lovers were content, though no more so than I, since I wanted to get them both off at the same time.

I got lucky. Carol let go of my head and began humping her vulva up to my face, while I tongued her deeply and rubbed her clit with my upper lip. She grasped both breasts and began kneading them, pulling and twisting roughly at her nipples, their tan nubs pushing out between her fingers. Ginny began hunching at my hand with vigor, deeply moved by the sight and sound of her vociferous friend, and gasped deeply into my ear as she started her quick climb to orgasm. I heard her familiar litany, "Yeah, JJ, yeah, ooh, yeah, unnh, unnh, unnh. Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Then they both started screaming cries that were indistinguishable. The cacophony was deafening. I'd been privileged to be the illicit love-tool of two youthful women, one my prospective daughter, and the other the pregnant, neglected wife who was her best friend. What a blessing, I dreamed in a distant part of my brain, as these two horny wenches worked themselves upward to an orgiastic zenith with my mature assistance. 

Then they both erupted. Carol screamed from the depths of her lungs one long, snarling growl that was animalistic in its timbre and intensity. Ginny shouted repeated cries of joy that had no meaning, mouthing nonsensical grunts and groans that could only be described as bestial. After reaching their peak, they joined one another in similar moans and mewlings, muttering "Mmmnn, mmmnn, mmmnn," as their magnificent bodies twitched, trembled and fidgeted in a relaxing afterglow. My face and hands were dripping with their fishy juices as I brought Ginny up next to Carol's panting body and hugged them both to me. I became the filling in their sandwich as they covered my face, neck and chest with sloppy, drooling kisses.

I rolled over, revealing my still-proud erection. It pulsed, anxious to be embedded in hot, wet flesh, and I said, "Uhh, I'm not sure we're gonna finish today."

"Mmmmnn, God...who cares?" Carol said, languorously. "Mmmm...mmmm...there's always tomorrow."

"Mmmnn, yeah, JJ...tomorrow," Ginny murmured, "mmmnn...tomorrow." Then she said softly, "It's just that...". 

"What, babe?" I asked.

"Oh...uh...nothing. I've gotta go to the bathroom," she said, tiptoeing gingerly to the door. 

I'd never seen Ginny at a loss for words. "What's wrong?" I asked of Carol as Ginny disappeared into the loo.

"Well...I shouldn't really say this, Jay, but...Ginny's really frightened of threesomes," Carol admitted soberly, rising to sit with arms around her bent knees. 

Her pendulous breasts jiggled and I noticed the sun playing on her moist, inviting pussy. I almost lost my train of thought. 

"Well, let's talk about it. Christ, I don't want to hurt her," I contended, wanting in my pragmatic, male fashion to solve the problem immediately and logically.

Ginny emerged from the bathroom and looked at Carol questioningly, as if wondering what had been said in her absence. Carol returned her look in a way that committed nothing.

Our previous passionate mood had been broken. I suggested that we eat lunch, thinking that might stimulate conversation. Both started making sandwiches, a roast beef on rye for me. Refilling their glasses, I opened another beer and broke the ice.

"Honey, Carol says you're uneasy about this," I ventured. "Why is that?"

"Oh, JJ, it's just that...I've finally got something in my life...you...that makes it full, without having to compete! But...I love Carol too. Ya' see, I told you I'd watch you closely 'cuz she's so hot, but at the same time she's really unhappy at home...and I knew she'd really appreciate your...what you have to offer," Ginny said carefully. "So I'm kinda torn...".

"It's not just that, Jay," Carol interjected. "Ginny's only jealous if she's really threatened. I'm not gonna steal you. I'm not sure I could. I just need 'what you have to offer' for a while. Even if it's 'til the baby comes, that'll be it. If my life doesn't improve by then, I'll exercise other options," she said, matter-of-factly.

Smiling slightly, I responded to Carol: "You don't know 'what I have to offer.' Maybe I'll be impotent with you," I said, ruefully, munching my sandwich.

"That's crazy, JJ," Ginny said. "It's just...the whole 'bi' thing. When I tasted Carol on you just now I got really scared."

Carol leapt in: "Ginny, be honest with him, or I will." Turning to me, she said sardonically, "Ginny's mom had a lesbian relationship for a while and she's afraid it's catching." 

"Ah-hah!" I said cynically, trying not to snicker. "You mean, Ginny, that if we fuck each other in threes you're afraid you'll like it too much?"

"I don't know..." she groaned, turning away. 

"Okay, Gin...House Rule number one...Carol and I will only fuck when you're with us," I said, regretting my magnanimity. Then, hedging, I said, "If for any reason she and I get together, we'll tell you and make up for it. Fair enough?" 

Both looked at one another and murmured assent. "As for the other thing, just do what feels good at the time," I said to Ginny. "God knows I understand the 'bi' taboo. I can't imagine making it with a man. The important thing is that our secrets are safe with us, I hope. Honey, you'll be married soon and'll have as much to lose as Carol and I do now. Whatever happens between us is nobody else's business, okay?"

Cracking open another beer, I continued: "My approach to life is to strike a delicate balance between commitments and pleasures. I'm committed to you both, though first to you, Ginny. If that balance breaks down, we'll be forced to go our separate ways. Now, d'you have any more of that weed?" 

You'd think I'd made a pronouncement worthy of Solomon. Ginny beamed and threw her arms around my neck, whispering "God, I love you," which made me wince, then groped for her stash in the pile of clothes on the floor. Toking up, we lapsed into a brief period of silence before reaching for one another. 

I first went for Ginny, acting on my commitment to her, and thinking that with the proper motivation we might be able to forget about her bisexual taboo for just a little while. I then laid her on her back and began stroking her slick pussy lips with my stiffening rod. There was no resistance. She was very open. Looking at Carol who was leaning on an elbow, I slipped deeply into Ginny to bottom out at her cervix. "Now, sugar, relax. I want to push all the way in, okay?" I stated clinically, as I lifted my body into the high missionary position and lowered myself into Ginny.

"Oooohuh...yeah, sweetie," she slowly murmured, stoned. "'S'been a few...days. Feel me give? Oh, God...JJ...you're...in me. Fuck me...baby," she whined. "Oooh...I need...you...so much."

Ginny had lifted her legs in the classic pose as I looked down past her upturned tits at her little belly, revealing its internal squirming as she worked to dilate her vaginal muscles and cervix. Her muscled thighs were stiff and straining straight up, with calves flexed at right angles to them, toes pointed. I began plunging into her, past her cervix into her womb, much to the fascination of the observant Carol, who groaned as I slipped into Ginny's clasping cunt. 

This was a delicious fuck. Ginny leaned her face up toward me, with brow furrowed over glazed eyes, in the sweet, yielding way that she'd done so often as we'd screwed, sharing deep, tongue-lashing kisses as we moaned our ecstasy into one another's mouth. I stir-fucked her, reaming her delicious vagina, wanting to leach all of the moisture out of her cunt that I could. And she met me thrust for noisy, liquid, slapping thrust, expert that she was. 

Perspiration began to drip down my nose and splash onto Ginny's face, inviting her to suck it from my feverish brow. I looked at Carol with a transported expression, showing only lust and carnality. She looked back at me – her face glistening with excitement -- and, licking her lips, kissed me deeply as I thrust into her friend. She then moved down to my side and grasped my cock at the base to feel it wetly moving in and out of Ginny's pussy lips. Ginny moaned at the sheer salaciousness of it all and began thrusting faster as she neared a quick orgasm. Carol began cupping my balls, rolling them softly in her hand, then put her hands on my buns to feel the muscles flex as I pounded into Ginny. She finally came 'round to look closely at Ginny as the little blonde began keening "Ahh, JJ...ahh, JJ...ahh, JJ...God, it's so good...oh, God, JJ, I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum...gonna...cum...gonna...cum-ming...ah...fuck...cum...ming. Cu'ing...aangh, aaNGH, aaNGH, aaNGH...aaAAHH-OHhh." I held onto the little minx as she thrashed through her orgasm, covering her thrusting little body with mine and pinning her with my entire weight. "Oh, God," she moaned, still shuddering from the throes of her climax, "God. God. Mmnnnn. Mnnn...mnnn...mnnn."

Carol stared at us both and mumbled "Jeezus Chu-riiist." I rolled off Ginny as she curled up on her side, with Carol stroking her forehead. I was still rampantly erect, and hoped I'd measure up to what Ginny had obviously told her friend about me. Because it was Carol's turn.

Needing no encouragement, I lay her on her back and easily slid between her openly splayed legs as she groped for me. Her eyes took on a demented look and she whimpered as my cock head made contact with her excited, swollen, pussy lips. Apparently, foreplay was the furthest thing from her mind. She gripped my shaft, still dripping with Ginny's juices, and with one hand plugged the head hard into her sopping opening. Flexing my hips, I discovered that she was so tight she wouldn't admit me. Groaning deeply in her throat, she tried to engulf me by thrusting her hips upward, only to fail and fall back to the futon in frustration. Her strong, tan thighs rippled like bronze bands, trembling, as she tried again and again to spear herself on me. Frustrated, she fell back each time and uttered soft whining sounds as her body produced a nervous, sweaty sheen.

I then embraced Carol completely, arms surrounding her totally, and kissed her deeply, with my tongue swabbing every inch of the inside of her large, honeyed mouth. "Patience, sweetness... patience," I whispered after a prolonged kiss, to which she responded by kissing me back with her tongue probing me. I grabbed one of Ginny's hands and placed it on Carol's taut belly to relax it, rubbing it in circles. I then gripped my cock and proceeded to tease her clitoris, rubbing the spongy head purposefully up, down and around, to stimulate a pre-coital orgasm, convinced it would allow penetration. It did get her started. 

With our faces an inch apart and looking hungrily into one another's eyes, she began to buck her hips at me involuntarily and grunting "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah," in a staccato fashion. Her sweet breath enveloped me in an inviting cloud as I continued, probing rapidly at her clit, then slowing down to rub it with longer strokes. From the top of her slit down to her taint, I gathered a copious slurry of her rich, thick lubricant on the end of my pulsing member. Ginny withdrew her hand from Carol's rippling belly and leaned back to watch, stroking my back from shoulders to ass. 

Carol then started groaning purposefully, "Uhn...uhn...uhn...uhn," and – closing her eyes and gritting her teeth – began an orgasm. Her legs shot straight out around me, then slashed back open like scissors, then closed again to open, which allowed me full access to her muscular saddle as I drove myself home. She screamed piercingly as I slammed into her, "Eeeeaaaaagh," then "Aaagh, aaagh, aaagh...aaagh...aaagh," as I pummeled her tight vagina mercilessly. 

She was ferocious, continuing her shrieking, and clawed at me. My chest, shoulders and back were raked by her nails as she alternately pushed me away, then clutched me back to her heaving breasts, which now dripped with our perspiration. She threw her head from side to side – whipping her brunette hair across her face and into her mouth – and bounced her high-pitched grunts off the walls, sounding almost like a puppy barking. And I didn't stop. I became all cock, imagining myself to be nothing more than a huge pillar of flesh to be thrust into this woman for the sole purpose of wounding her mortally with pleasure. She quieted slowly, and I slowed, again conscious of the unparalleled snugness of her vagina. Occasionally, she would tighten on me like a vice, painfully bending my cock at a right angle if I was on the down stroke. 

Feeding this strong, demanding woman took great care. Now plumbing her slowly, I took long, measured strokes, feeling every muscle twinge that her cunt was telegraphing. Then she began again, thrusting ever more rapidly at me until our bodies were a blur of erotic motion, crashing against one another like two mindless beasts. Her litany continued, though differently to indicate another level of frenzy: "Nnnngah...nnngah...nnngah...nnnGAH...nnnGAH...n'GAH. N'GAH! N'GAH! N'GAH!

Our bodies had rutted to one edge of the futon. I glanced quickly at Ginny and she appeared awestruck, then looked back at Carol, who opened her eyes to two slits and began chanting an endless stream of filthy encouragement through clenching teeth. "Uunng...God. You big fucker, ...you mother...fucker...fuck me...good...yeah, like that...ahh, FUCK...I love it. Don't stop...you sonuv...abitch! God...YEAH! Oooh, fuck me...fuck me! Goddamn you...fuck me...AHH, FUCK! Oooo-hoo, don't stop...you...big...fucker. Yeah...do me...like...that! Shit, I'm...cumming. Cum-ming. Cu'ing...so muuu...uuch!"

My stomach muscles began to knot up. To say I was sore and winded was to beg the question. At that point I slipped Carol's legs together and placed mine outside hers so her clit could grind directly against the shaft of my rod. She took the hint and continued her orgasm. "AHHgh...JAY! AHHgh...FUCKME!...AHHgh...JAY!...YEAH...YEAH...OHH...OHH-OO, SHIIIIIT!" she screamed, then, "Nngah, nngah, nnmm, nnmm, unnumm, oounnumm, mmmnn, nngahhh," as she bit me hard on the shoulder. Our bodies slowed and twitched repeatedly as she completely relaxed, her arms and legs falling loosely to the futon with me buried fully inside her still-spasming tunnel. Once again I kissed her deeply, her snorting causing snot to spray from her nose onto my face. "Mmmmnn...mmmmnn...Jay. Mmmmnn. Mmmmnn. Incredible."

I didn't feel incredible. I was breathless, and had a monumental case of blue balls. Once again, I rolled onto my back and gathered my two playmates next to me – heads laying on my shoulders -- for a break. I wanted desperately to nap, but my damned cock was still up. Ginny reached for it and softly stroked me, soon to be met by Carol slowly straddling my legs and easing her open mouth down on me until she'd taken me to the balls in her throat. Resting for a moment, she raised her head completely off me, leaving generous streams of saliva and mucous where her mouth had been, and jacked me from base to crown, pinching thumb and forefinger together at the corona to send chills coursing up my spine.

Yes, this would do it. This was the reward for my labor. For a month I'd watched this brunette goddess lecherously and wanted to take her. I'd undergone insults, cruel banter, snide comments, imprecations about my character and downright nastiness only to emerge with yet another scrumptious lover...yet another lithe, beautiful body to lasciviously root about in. Ah, my poor, dead father would be proud, I thought, as Carol began to time her deep throating with the romantic strains of a Paderewski piano melody playing softly on the radio. Cupping my balls lightly again, and humming deeply in her throat, she looked up at me to gauge the extent of my pleasure and I held her lovely, smooth face softly on each side, guiding it up and down as her sublimely-shaped lips stretched over my aging, gnarled cock. 

I'd never been fellated by a more gorgeous woman, I thought at that moment. Her visage would rival any ever seen in painting or photo. The architecture of her long jaw was perfectly proportioned to engulf me. Her lips preceded dimpled, tan cheeks that hollowed as she raised her head. Her throat was large enough so there was a barely-palpable snugness at its top, at the back of her mouth. In contrast to her vice-like vagina, it was as if it were a straight, snug, sopping, velvet tube into which I could spend myself endlessly. And that's what I wanted now. The tingles began first at my toes, then crept up to numb my calves, then my thighs, then of course I erupted, shouting "Aaaaggh...aaaaGAH...aarrGH...aaaGH," as I sprayed bolt after bolt of hot, viscous cum into her absorbing mouth. She swallowed the first few shots, looking at me to test my capacity, then began to accumulate the residue in her cheeks. As I finished and my bobbing cock slipped from her lips with a soft smack, she crept up to Ginny and gently opened the blonde's mouth with her fingers. Leaning down, she pursed her lips carefully and released her mouthful of cum -- which slowly oozed the two inches down into Ginny's gaping oral cavity -- sharing my seedy harvest. She then kissed her friend deeply, with her tongue plunging all the way to Ginny's tonsils. In a short while, we'd made a little progress eradicating the "bi" taboo. 

The afternoon sun plied through the west windows and we stretched out on the rumpled futon, spotted and reeking of pussy drippings, and took a short nap. I awoke to the girls giving me a full body massage. Well, a half-body massage, concentrating on the area between my mouth and balls. Ginny was covering my torso with licks and kisses, while Carol had placed her head between my legs -- licking my taint – with her nose sniffing and softly stroking my scrotum. Her face was aglow with perspiration as I looked down into her eyes, which stared at me unblinking. My prick stirred and she watched it, fascinated, as it grew before her to partially obstruct my view of her comely face. Ginny was sucking sweat from my chest, giggling and mewling in her throat as she imbibed my salty leavings. She licked down to my navel, capturing a small puddle that had gathered there, as I marveled at how both of these ladies could find such fare appetizing. And though rigid with newfound desire, I knew that I needed a feast for my eyes.




Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 02



"Carol, sweetheart," I murmured, "please stand up," which she did. "Go over to the counter and turn around, very slowly," I requested, which she also did, repeatedly. "Look at you," I whispered, not really to her, but more to myself. Ginny broke from me to watch Carol, who by this time had become just a bit more comfortable displaying her body. 

Looking at her back, starting from the floor, her tan physique stretched from narrow ankles, flaring to muscled calves, which thrust out as she stood on tiptoe to turn. The backs of her knees were graced with slightly protruding muscles between the vertical tendons bounding each one in a classic fashion. The backs of her thighs flared up gracefully, emphasized by the taut, convex striations that arced upward to nip in at the base of her buttocks, which revealed a slight space between her legs at the vulva. The smooth outer curves of her hips, so gloriously pronounced, flowed inward at her waist to form an antipodal inward arc that once again stretched forever up over the side of her rib cage to end under her armpits. But her ass was the heart-stopper. Her cheeks were taut -- with a peak high on each globe -- that curved inward to her waist and ended at the top with a deep gluteal dimple. 

I groaned several times as she slowly pirouetted, which made her self-conscious. She stopped with her back to us, raising her head slightly and shaking out her brunette tresses, and looked shyly over her shoulder, murmuring, "God, Jay, your eyes are making me so wet."

"Shh," I admonished. "Stop right there." She placed both hands on the counter top, showing the stunning design of her square shoulders atop a firmly muscled back. The deep spinal crevice from coccyx upward flared and flattened to only hint at fine, underlying shoulder blades. "Now turn around." She did and, seemingly not knowing what to do with her long, slim arms, shivered and placed them across her proud, 36-C breasts. "Hm-mmm," I objected, and she dropped them, one to rest on the counter and the other to drape palm inward against one upper thigh. Her breathing came faster as her tan tits rose and fell excitedly. "Use the stool if you want to sit," I said, which she did, gliding one cheek onto the high drafting chair standing next to her. She sat halfway on it, with that foot on the lower rung, and let the other leg stretch out on an angle toward the window. A ray of sun caught her and illuminated the dew that had gathered on her auburn pubic hair. "Please hold that pose," I requested.

I turned to Ginny, who'd sat on her knees transfixed by Carol's movements, and whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you now, honey...both ways."

Ginny exhaled, releasing the accumulated tension, and bubbled and fidgeted, waiting to be directed. Facing Carol, I moved back and pulled Ginny to all fours so that they could look at one another directly. Groping in the nearby picnic basket, I pulled out the jar of mayonnaise that they'd brought for sandwiches. In a moment Ginny's asshole and my cock were liberally coated with the grease. I slid my pole from her clit to her puckered little rectum several times, causing first Ginny, then Carol, to moan at the licentious act. I was instructing Carol in the kinky ways that I wanted her...hoping for an empathic response. It worked, eventually.

I slid into Ginny's rectum slowly, looking in Carol's eyes, and sensed that Ginny was communicating her pleasure visually as well as orally, since she'd raised her head high, moaning at the intrusion. As always during our sodomy, one of Ginny's hands reached for her pussy to stimulate her appetite. I slid my now-slippery hands up to her pert nipples and pinched the pink, pulpy peaks, bringing a squeal from her lips. Carol responded by spreading her legs -- elevating the one -- and gingerly rubbed her moist clit with her hand as she smiled tenderly and moaned. I pushed repeatedly into Ginny's ass with deep, even strokes, bringing forth delighted gasps and groans as my hot rod plumbed her. 

Then I switched as Carol watched. Withdrawing suddenly, I plunged nuts-deep into Ginny's hot vagina, which grasped me tightly as I made contact first with her G spot then pushed forward to her cervix. "Eeee-yeahh," Ginny exclaimed as I flattened her buns with my hips repeatedly. The slapping sounds of our meeting flesh filled the room, accompanied by the grunts of both girls. They looked piercingly at one another as the two of us fucked, with Carol's hand moving harder against her mound. She looked from Ginny to me as she placed one heel up on the seat to fully open her cunt, as her dripping, pink inner lips met her fingers with alacrity. 

Cruelly, I quickly withdrew from Ginny's moist folds and stabbed her ass again, goring her a dozen or so times, to which she yelled, "Aww-yeah, JJ. Uunh, uunh, uunh, uunh. Fu'me. Gi'it to me. God, yeah...yeah...uunh, yeah." Then I went back to her drooling pussy, relishing in the pulsing, velveteen feel of her birth canal. "Unngha...unnghaa...uunghAAA," Ginny wailed, gripping the futon cover in her fists and raising her head high to exhort Carol on. 

"Carol! Come 'ere," I barked. "Lie down in front of Ginny!"

Carol's masturbatory mood was momentarily broken and she tiptoed very unsteadily to the futon and lay in front of Ginny. "Now, diddle yourself!" I gasped, plunging in and out of Ginny's squishy box from behind. Carol did so, throwing her head back and stretching her long legs out on either side of Ginny's supporting arms. She began to moan and twitch as her excited hormones drove her toward the top. "Yeah...girls...that's what...I wanted...to see!" I growled deeply, wanting to blow a load but finding it strangely improbable. I continued poking into Ginny's smooth bowels, and reflected on the fact that she'd been an anal virgin when we'd met. Now she was truly accomplished. Ginny had turned pro!

Enough torture, I thought. Allow them what they need. I withdrew and once again slid into Ginny's gash, feeling the pre-orgasmic spasms that always indicated an impending climax. "Eat her, Ginny!" I ordered, as Carol opened her eyes slightly and removed her hand which was plunging just one finger into her tight cunt. Ginny looked back and moaned, "Ohhh, JJ!" but hesitatingly, daintily, placed her open mouth on Carol's plump pussy, licking her in the way that women most like to be pleasured. Carol groaned loudly and grasped Ginny's blonde head close to her vulva and began hunching movements that indicated rising, involuntary joy. 

Then Ginny came, shouting as I pummeled her with rapid-fire plunges, "Ah, JJ! Yeah...I'm gonna...cum...JJ!" Then she dipped her head and tongue back into Carol's center, with the tendons on the inside of the brunette's thighs straining to keep her legs open. Ginny came and screamed into Carol's cunt, all of her cries muffled by the woman's thick, engorged lips and bush: "MMMMmmnn...MMMmmnn...MMMmmnn...MMMumph, MMMumph," she uttered, haltingly.

Then Carol came: "Ah, FUCK! Oohh, Jay...Gin...Ginny...I, cu'ing...cumm-ingggg...aaah, God, yeah...oooh, fuck...ohhhh...jeezussss...I'm cuuuu...cuuuu...mmmnn...mmmnn...ohhh...God, Jay. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh." I'd stopped fucking and merely held onto Ginny's thrashing body as she, then Carol, enjoyed their paroxysms. Looking down at both their twitching forms I then realized the reason I'd been put on this earth...to elicit and experience pleasure. Quickly forgetting that brief philosophical insight, I craftily admitted to myself that this was only the beginning with these two. The further beauty of it all was that the day was still young! And we had tomorrow to boot!

Then the phone rang. It's rude, jangling, interruption was welcomed only by relief that it hadn't occurred two minutes earlier. I jumped up and answered it, cock wagging in front of me, since the girls were still languishing in a post-orgasmic slumber. It was Cindy – Ginny's 18-year-old student -- asking if Ginny were in. I beckoned to Ginny and she groaned, raising her lithe little frame up and tripping over to the phone.

I went back to Carol as Ginny spoke in a controlled way to her young charge and placed a full, probing kiss on her lips. She looked up at me and murmured, "You're without a doubt the most patient...and sensual...man I've ever met...or probably ever will meet," as she wrapped her arms around me -- squeezing me very hard – and locked her heels behind my knees to press her vulva against my half-erect member.

"Hey, you guys, we've gotta get to work!" Ginny exclaimed, hanging up and running to bounce next to us on the futon. "Cindy'll be here at noon tomorrow for her tape, and we've gotta finish 'em for the other kids too!" I looked up from Carol and Ginny kissed me wetly, her face glazed with her friend's musky sheen. 

Damn, I thought. I don't want that teenager coming here! "Okay," I said. "Let's take a work break. Carol, throw on that shirt of mine." Going to a locker, I pulled out a pair of white coveralls for Ginny – much too small for me -- and handed them to her. I put on my boxers. "Somebody make me a sandwich, please, then give me a hand."

We were an amusing looking crew. Regardless of appearances, we were efficient and finished Cindy's video in under an hour. We decided to do very little additional editing for the others, since I'd already spent three hours at it. With the help of the ladies, we finished five tapes in a short while, with five to go. The last one may have suffered a bit, since our lusty earlier afternoon had been put on hold and both women were being exceedingly affectionate with me. Finally, since I couldn't stand their soft hands stroking my body anymore as I sat at the console, I declared the day's work done. 

I got up, spun around on the high drafting stool, and brought them standing to me for a hug. Ginny slipped between my legs and Carol stood on the outside of my right thigh, tickling me with her soft pubic hair. She had turned up the collar on my long-sleeved burgundy shirt and fastened one button. She had that tousled, pouting, bruised-lip look that a woman sports when she's in the midst of a tryst and longs for more attention. Ginny's perky femininity was enhanced by the baggy coveralls; of course, she didn't need any such enhancement. As I slowly unzipped her I turned to Carol, who tilted her head as our lips locked in a heated kiss. A groan issued from somewhere deep in her chest. Ginny slipped out of the coveralls and I unbuttoned the shirt Carol was wearing, leaving it on to contrast with her sexy, long legs. 

While I was sitting, they both vied for my attention, immediately reaching in my boxers to withdraw my penis. It was glazed with dried juices, and moist and smelly underneath – next to my balls -- with combined pussy and anal nectar as well as mayonnaise. That didn't seem to faze Ginny, whose appetite for fellatio is insatiable, as she dropped down to take me in her mouth. Groaning, I lowered one leg so that Carol could straddle it and rub her pussy against my thigh as we continued tonguing one another's mouth. I did the same with Ginny, extending the other leg so she could ride it as she sucked me. This position was good, frictioning the most sensitive parts of all three of us, stimulating increased moaning, then groaning, then grunting as our heart rates and temperatures rose. 

Concerned most about Carol and her gripping snugness, I stroked her clit gently, then probed her deeply with one finger. As her excitement grew and she exuded more fluid, I doubled the penetration with another finger, then inserted three, which started her on her way. Ginny, of course, could cum at the slightest provocation. With my left hand guiding Ginny's bobbing head, and my right plumbing Carol's tight tunnel, I plunged my tongue into Carol's mouth at the same time I flicked at her clit with my thumb. She was moaning "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," as we grappled next to the console. Ginny was making similar sounds in her throat, which were muffled by my slick, hard meat. I was concentrating so much on the next position that I was unprepared for Carol's quick climax. 

"Aaaagh...nnaaagh...nnaaagh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh," she yelled, breaking her face from mine and throwing back her head. She grabbed me by both my shoulders and, bending her legs outward and pressing her vulva down on my hand very hard, squished her cunt lips against my palm until I withdrew it, letting her mash her drooling cunt on my thigh. I twisted her corky nipples with my fingers and her thighs trembled with her release as I held her up, her legs threatening to give out. At that point, I pulled Ginny off me – who raised up looking dazed as a result of the interruption – and turned the moaning Carol toward the counter over the chair to place her hands on it with her ass jutting out toward me. 

Moving behind Carol, I whispered to Ginny: "Honey, sit on the chair rung and eat her," which she did. I extended my leg forward a little so Ginny could pleasure herself against it, and ran my hands up Carol's front, squeezing her firm breasts as they rose and fell from her labored breathing. 

As Ginny's tongue met her gash, Carol cried out sharply, "Ah, Gin!" then begun a to and fro motion of her hips. Her grinding movements were perfect. I lightly placed the tip of my wet rod, soaked with Ginny's saliva, between Carol's flowery, protruding inner lips and her still-spasming cunt began to slowly admit me. I let her proceed as she would, exerting very little pressure and no hip movement. Involved and groaning, Carol hardly noticed me removing the shirt she was wearing until it came time to pull the sleeves off her arms. Frustrated at that, she whined and threw the garment over the counter to resume her thrusting movements. I was now inside her halfway, and gaining. Reaching down, I cupped a pool of juice and Ginny's saliva and spread it around her light brown asshole and slowly inserted one finger to the first knuckle. She looked back frantically and whined, "Ungh, Jay! Not yet! Please! I can't! It burns!" I slowly withdrew the finger and concentrated on the main task at hand, while enjoying the view. She slowly placed her left hand back on her butt to draw her cheeks further apart as I gored her. Her large diamond ring and wedding band flashed and glinted in the sunlight, vulgarly reminding me of this exquisite woman's flaunting of convention, as she continued her cyclic thrusting onto my slippery, pulsating probe. 

Carol's luscious back and ass muscles trembled, much like one sees on a horse whose skin quivers while trying to ward off flies. And her deep, clasping vaginal ridges echoed such vibrations as she climbed to a higher plateau. In fact, I entertained a fantasy in which she was a prize, thoroughbred mare – just in foal – being bred by a stallion initiating her in the arts of bestial pleasure. I remembered helping my grandfather breed a comely young filly with a gangly colt when I was young, by holding her shifting flanks firmly as the young horse mounted her. I placed both hands at the natural inward curves at the top of Carol's graceful, seemingly equine hips, still not plunging, but pulling her back further onto my root on each of her thrusts. I was entranced by her sleek, supple elegance and imagined her passionate snorting to be neighs and whinnies. 

She did, indeed, bring to mind that gamboling filly in a summery green field. I remembered Carol walking ahead of me one month previously with my heated gaze on her ass as it thrust forward and backward in time with her clicking high heels. The way she'd placed each foot rapidly on the sidewalk then, seemingly hitting the ground toe first, caused her undulating hips to flick quickly in a movement redolent of a prancing pony. Carol the filly, however, had now stopped gamboling and had a carnal purpose: cumming. That was interrupted temporarily as Ginny, instead, came against my leg, her shapely calves thrashing about, seemingly disembodied, as Carol's quivering ass obscured my vision of her friend below. Ginny broke away from eating Carol and vented her own joy: "Ohhh, JJ, ohhh, JJ...ohhh...ooooh, ooooh, JJ...ooooh...mmmnn...mm-ooh," she cooed as her hands groped desperately at mine that grasped Carol's shivering hips. Then, disciplined little devil that she is, Ginny resumed her cunnilingus. 

As we three re-coupled, Carol took me all the way in to her cervix. "NngAH!" she grunted, and we began full thrusts to the tempo of Ginny's flicking tongue on her clit. Her thick, smelly juice began accumulating around and in my bush to soak it with a frothy white icing. Our plunging organs made a slippery, liquid, -- almost splashing – sound that debased our feelings to the mindless level of degenerate brutes. Our utterings made no sense. We vocalized only lust in monosyllabic grunts. Then, to add to the excitement, I uncoupled from Carol and thrust my cock below, hitting Ginny in the chin. She immediately screamed with joy and engulfed me to my balls, where I left my throbbing cock for a few moments. Carol yowled in disappointment: "Nooooooo!" "More! Oh, God, Jay, FUCK ME!" she screeched, only to resume her paeans as I once again rammed her to the hilt. 

Then Carol reverted to her priceless gutter-speak, as she jammed back on my rod like a jackhammer. "Ooooh...yeah! Ooooh...you...big...FUCK! Oh, yeah, Jay! Fuck me! You. You. You...big...fuck-er...SHIT! Ooooh...I wan-ta...feel...your CUM! Yeah...gimme...your hot CUM! Ooooh...ram me! Ooooh...fuck...me...HARD-er! Gimme...COCK! MMm, YEAH! Like...THAT! Aww, FUCK...YEAH! It's...so...GOOD! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ooooh, yeah...".

Torturously, I pulled out once again to stuff my cock a dozen times into Ginny's willing mouth, for which I believe she was waiting, then re-entered Carol to concentrate on her G spot. She went wild, crying deeply from her lungs, and I'm sure alerted neighbors to what must have sounded like an axe murder. She could hardly speak, but just issued a prolonged, desperate, wail: "Aagghh

hhhggg," which signaled her peak. I stood back, with Ginny grabbing Carol's legs behind the knees from below and lifting her legs. Now Carol was off the floor, and I hoisted her into the air to sit impaled on my cock. I then pumped a seething, lava-like eruption into her, filling her needy insides with my blistering, boiling seed. I held her in place for about a minute with my legs splayed outward -- grasping her only by her breasts, kneading their soft flesh until they could have bruised – as her body jerked, spasmed and twitched, then trembled and relaxed. We were both breathless as we finished, as Ginny helped us totter back to the futon. 

"Christ, Jay," Carol murmured, still breathing noisily, "I...can't think...of a...super...la...tive...that fits. I'm...so open...so...receptive...now. Never..." she trailed off as a glob of her nectar issued from her to pool on the futon.

"No superlatives...sweetheart," I breathed back, "I don't...need 'em. I just...want both of you...to be as happy as...I am." Then we nuzzled together for a very long time, during which time Carol confessed that the reason her husband neglected her was because of her tightness. He apparently lacked the patience to prepare her for love and, when they had sex, he'd poke her painfully until he climaxed. Listening, I momentarily buried the rich, wishful image of me – instead of her husband -- impregnating the lissome beauty with my previous, scalding orgasm. 

Uncomfortable at discussing the bedroom habits of others, I finally said, "I hate to say it, but we'd better go. I'll be here early tomorrow, since we've got five tapes to go, and Cindy's due here at noon. You'll be here early?" I asked, knowing by now that the girls' talks while driving home produced remarkable dividends each time we next got together.

"Mmmnn...oh, yeah. We'll be here with bells on," Carol assured, as Ginny grabbed me, kissing and hugging. It was tough to see them both leave.




Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 03



This is the third of a three chapter installment. For continuity, please read GINNY TURNS PRO, Chs. 1 and 2, by clicking on my name and going to the link. For Ginny’s previous exploits, read GINNY REMEMBERS DADDY and GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM. Ginny thanks you in advance for your votes. We’ll try to respond to all of your great feedback.

The next day it was another sunny morning at the photo studio. I replaced the futon cover, stowing in the laundry room the evidence of Saturday’s debauchery, and opened doors and windows to air out the big room. Ginny and Carol arrived, once again bearing food and drink. Over a pot of coffee and rolls we spent about three hours editing the remaining five ice show videotapes for Ginny’s students, and dubbed copies of all but that of the 18-year-old Cindy, her most accomplished pupil, who wanted to skate professionally.

There was a noticeable lack of tension in the air. Ginny was bubbly as usual. Carol was radiant and more relaxed than I’d seen her, having obviously enjoyed yesterday’s fucking. Both were dressed very casually and were barefoot. Ginny wore cutoffs and a black tee shirt, revealing braless nipples that challenged the thin, green cotton. Carol had on long, pink, skin-tight pants with a black tank top, cropped at the bottom to show an attractive navel centered on her slightly- pregnant, tan belly. Her ass hinted at an alluring, french-cut panty line. I was in tee shirt, shorts and topsiders. 

No mention was made of the day before, though I’m sure the ladies had discussed it, either as they drove home or while returning this morning. Ginny was very demonstrative physically, now obviously comfortable with our threesome. Carol was slightly more reserved, though very much at ease with our touching bodies. She was quiet, and I noticed that her hip or leg caressed my upper arm as I sat, whenever we worked closely. The heat of her body was distracting, and I – we both, or all three – knew that the afternoon would probably find us once again at play. Carol’s favorite place this morning, though, was across the counter from me, watching the monitor. I’d frequently look up at her and catch her regarding me with a sparkling glint in her eyes.

Shortly after noon there was a soft knock on the open door and Cindy swept in, dramatically throwing her white windbreaker on a chair. She and Ginny embraced, and my eyes went immediately to her ass. With her back to me, I saw that she was barely clothed in a pair of the briefest red short shorts. Carol caught me looking, and returned my glance with a knowing twinkle. Cindy turned toward me, shyly looking up to murmur a greeting, then hugged Carol. She was wearing a white halter-type top over her upthrust C-cup breasts, with a single spaghetti strap holding up the front and going around her neck that under the safest circumstances barely prevented its collapse. The 18 year old’s breathtaking, 5’6” body defied quick description. She measured perhaps 36-22-36, with her lower butt cheeks spilling out of her shorts and her gonzo legs replicating those of the curvaceous Ginny. With an effort that challenged more than one law of physics, the halter top strained to prevent her round, fleshy tits from lurching out of their perch. Her rippling belly and the seductive saddle where her legs met, bounded by hard, creamy thighs, looked as if they could suck a python into her tender reaches. Carol smirked at me privately as I loaded Cindy’s tapes into the editor, while Cindy and Ginny reviewed her album of stills. 

I sat at the console as they oohed and aahed over the album. Then it was time to view Cindy’s rough-cut tape. She sat next to me in a low chair as I sat on the higher drafting stool. Ginny stood next to me on my left, with an elbow on my shoulder, and Carol was across the counter, regarding me with a wry smile. We ran through the ten-minute tape once, then – at Cindy’s request – restarted it and proceeded slowly to elicit her responses. She was very animated, unconsciously almost touching my bare thigh below my shorts, then withdrawing her hand, while signaling for me to stop and make slight changes. I glanced down every once in a while at the bulging upper slopes of her firm mammaries and she caught me once, looked away embarrassed, and her nipples hardened. As they poked defiantly through her top, her face and upper chest flushed. I looked at Carol, who by this time was ignoring the monitor, and she returned my glance, raising her eyebrows as if to ask, ‘What’re ya’ gonna do now, buddy?’ I decided to be firmly in control of this ridiculous situation and exercise some discipline. 

“Can I use your bathroom?” Cindy asked. 

“Sure. Right there,” I pointed.

She was off in a flash. As the door lock clicked, Ginny stuck her wet tongue in my ear and Carol came around the counter to my right and grasped my hardening rod through my shorts. “Is Cindy getting to our dirty old man?” Carol whispered teasingly in my right ear, reaching up my shorts leg to grab my lengthening, bare cock. “Huh? Is she getting you all hard for us? Isn’t she just a little young for you, you big fucker? Huh? You can’t really want her with all this experienced woman flesh just waiting for you, can yooou?” she drawled, breathily.

I almost bit my tongue, wanting to inform Carol that once a bull has had all the cows in the pasture, any new, attractive arrival becomes a prime target. But I didn’t. I just sat there while she slowly stroked me to erection, making gutteral sounds in my throat. Ginny then moaned, “Ooh, JJ, I‘m getting all wet,” and began kissing me deeply with a probing tongue. 

Cindy was in the bathroom for quite a while, almost ten minutes. As she emerged, flushed, Ginny and Carol broke from me and resumed their positions, leaving me with a raging hard on. Cindy sat down and directed me to a sequence where one of the cameramen had focused for a long time on her pelvis, her butt, and the area between her knees and waist as she skated her routine. “Umm…do we have this on another camera where my whole body shows? This one’s kind of embarrassing!” she giggled.

All business, I said, “Sure, Cindy, just a sec,” as I switched to a machine with another tape sequence. As I did, I swiveled the chair slightly toward Cindy and my open legs revealed the stiff, fleshy cock in my shorts, which she stared at immediately. She moistened her lips with her pink tongue, dark blue eyes peering out from below black bangs, and her breath caught in her throat, causing her to cough on some spittle. As she did, she placed both hands on my knees and her cheek bumped my inner thigh. She coughed again, mumbling that she was sorry, then looked back at my bulging shorts. “How’s this sequence?” I asked, to which she glanced up at the monitor and nodded her head affirmatively, mumbling assent. 

Across the counter, Carol exhaled audibly and said, “Well, if that one’s okay with you, that should do it for today, huh, Cindy?”

We made ready to end the meeting and told Cindy to show the dubbed tape to her folks, see how they liked it…and to stay in touch. She dawdled, thanking us profusely and making small talk, and hinted that she’d like to stay and help us finish up other tapes. I shook my head ‘no’ to Ginny and said that we were about finished anyway. Cindy reluctantly left, inviting us all to a pool party at her house some time in the future. As she departed, she looked at me over her shoulder and – blushing -- pulled down the bottom of her shorts to try to cover the bottom of her gorgeous buns, as women do with wet bathing suits. The gesture didn’t work, as her round cheeks flashed naughtily on her exit.  

I closed the doors and windows quickly, much to the amusement of Ginny and Carol. “Is it my imagination or does that girl want to fuck?” I asked, effecting naivete. 

“Sure she does,” said Carol. “She’s hot ‘n’ horny! More than once I’ve caught her masturbating at the ice rink. What d’you think she was doing in the bathroom? After you and Ginny did your thing that night in the light booth, Cindy told me she wanted to screw your eyes out.” 

Holy shit! I imagined. What would I do with three ice skaters? I neglected pursuing the answer as I watched Ginny and Carol stroll over to the futon and, as Ginny admired its new clean cover, Carol crooked a beckoning finger at me as she unzipped her pink pants.   Ginny was naked by the time I reached them. Carol was just unfastening her bra to let her tits tumble forth, and I watched her slowly peel her panties off her smooth flanks. My tee shirt, shorts and boxers fell to the floor and my groping hands became full of soft flesh. Ginny’s baby-smooth inner thighs and Carol’s luscious breasts responded quiveringly to my touch as we rolled about the futon, muttering soft cries and whimpering with rising body heat. My hungry mouth kissed them first, probing both of their sweet mouths, then lashed briefly at their open cunts as they oozed forth new juices to join those already soaking their muffs. I gently maneuvered both of them into a 69 position, with Ginny on top, and stroked them as they mewled softly into one another’s cunt while licking noisily at flowery, pink labia. They fused into one writhing, two-backed beast, Ginny the more pale, contrasting with Carol’s bronzed tan-ness, as they tongued each other to an ancient tempo. Their moans became groans as I placed myself behind Ginny, embedding my cock in her pussy as Carol’s tongue slavered up at me. I then probed at Ginny’s anus. She quickly raised her head, then hurriedly gasped, “The lube, JJ! It’s in the basket!”

I found the lubricant – strawberry flavored! – and squeezed some onto Ginny’s pucker and my dick. Carol watched me with glazed eyes from her position below my groin as I covered my thickness with the jelly, and lost all sight of me except my gonads as I slowly pushed into Ginny’s rectum until my pubes brushed her buttocks. I stayed stationary, riding Ginny’s firm, undulating butt, melding with her as she moved in response to her friend’s frantic tonguing. As always, Ginny had taken an enema in the morning, as the spooge emerging around my cock was a clear, slippery substance. She clenched both of her lower cavities, providing peristalsic milking sensations to my engulfed probe in her dark, velvet hole. 

I reached between them, sliding my hands forward to massage Ginny’s breasts, then back to pinch Carol’s nipples between my fingers, which made both of their busy mouths grunt sharply. They both then began to groan rhythmically on their way to orgasm: “Ooohmm…ooohmm, ooohmm,” then faster, “ohmm, ohmm, ohmm, ohmm, ohmm.” It was difficult to determine who was registering the greater enjoyment. 

Surprisingly, Carol led the charge first. “Oh, Gin, I’m gonna, Gin, I’m…gon-na…cum,” she warned, pulling her mouth away from Ginny’s gash, which prompted Ginny to redouble her efforts. With a vengeance, she clamped her mouth down on Carol’s gaping pussy, roughly digging at her clit with her tongue, at the same time I pulled from Ginny’s ass and plunged my cock into Carol’s open, gasping, mouth, which she took into her throat. Carol reached her peak, screaming around my thick member: “Aaahmm!…Aahmm! Aahmm!” she gurgled, trying desperately to breathe without expelling me. I then pulled out to enter Ginny’s sucking cunt, which allowed Carol to finish her climax: “Ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh, ah-hmm…ah-hmm…ah-hmm. Ohhh…you guys…hmmmnn.”

Now, just above Carol’s face, I stroked fully into Ginny. On each out-stroke Carol lavished me with her wet tongue, which stimulated me to pummel Ginny harder. Concentrating on her G spot, I drilled the little blonde repeatedly until she too came, shrieking. “Oh, JJ! Oh, JJ! Ohhh…JJ! Ohhh!…Ohhh!…Ohhh!…Yes!…Yes!…Yes!…
Yeah!…Yeah!…YEAH!…YEAH!” she screamed. “That’s it! That’s it! THAT’S IT! Oooooommmnn…oooooommmnn…oooooommmnn, yeahhh.”  

They both lay still for a couple of minutes, stroking whatever flesh was in reach…and moaning. Carol then grabbed the lube and – handing it to me -- said with a slow, matter-of-fact whisper, “Here, Jay. I’m clean too.” I flipped her over and, with Ginny whispering encouragement, spread Carol’s buttocks and licked her crack from perineum to the base of her spine, pausing to insert the tip of my tongue into her rectum. Trying her best to relax, she pushed her butt up to me and I squeezed a dollop of the strawberry gel into her, also coating my erect cock. 

Spreading her legs slightly, with Ginny stroking and kissing her back, I lowered the head of my prick to Carol’s beckoning pucker and pushed it in very slowly. It took many seconds to fully enter her, at which she groaned continually, only to stop for breath and continue. She was incredibly tight, pleasing me excruciatingly as I prodded her nether passage, clenching her muscles on the out-stroke. I was surprised that she’d allow this act with so little preparation. I later learned from Ginny that Carol had just bought a dildo and toyed with herself constantly at home to become adept at relaxing more and allowing penetration of any kind. She was growing very serious indeed about enjoying our threesome. On this day, however, though just as serious, I was more interested in lasting a long while. Who knew when we’d again have the opportunity to embrace such pleasure? I delayed any thought of my own orgasm, and was very gentle with Carol, not wanting to cause any unpleasantness, since I assumed she’d been an anal virgin until this day. So after a while I merely stopped moving, thinking I’d return later. She stopped groaning, and relaxed her clenching movements to allow my withdrawal. 

Carol half turned and, putting one arm around my neck, kissed me lovingly. Then I embraced Ginny and we did the same, grinding our bodies together. I was still erect, both my playmates were very relaxed, and all three of our sweaty, reeking bodies were ready for more. 

Ginny’s mouth went to my messy cock immediately, sucking wantonly. Carol grabbed a large, high cushion at the top of the futon and brought it to the center. I pulled Ginny off my dick, lay Carol on her back, and pushed the cushion under her butt. I then led Ginny to embrace her face-to-face, spreading the legs of both girls so I had free rein between them. Ginny had to stretch her neck up to meet Carol’s mouth in a kiss. The position left both of their flowery, soaking cunts open to me, one atop the other. I squeezed more lube on my cock and teased Carol’s clit up, down and around with my spongy cock head, probing at her delicious, muscular vaginal opening. 

She had practiced relaxing, or had taken some of Ginny’s relaxants, since I was able to lose myself in her without much effort, to which she exclaimed, “Ahhh…fuck, Jay. I love your goddamn cock.” Once inside to the maximum, she began a delightful Kegel-like flexing of her vaginal walls that milked at my probe until I thought I would cum. Slowing down, I began long strokes and she gasped to Ginny that she wanted to raise her legs. Ginny pulled Carol’s legs up, knees mashing her fulsome breasts, and kept them spread, opening both of their cunts to invite my entry when I wished. I was then able to gore Carol fully to her cervix, as both women traded deep, moaning, slobbery kisses. As Carol’s moans escalated and became more pronounced, I withdrew and moved into Ginny, probing at her for entry into her womb. 

We three were linked again. As the afternoon sun again played on our bodies, we locked into a comfortable rhythm, thrusting and moaning, thrusting and moaning, as feminine fluids slipped from the two beauties to coat our loins. Our sweat poured from us, running down tensed muscles and into crevices and open mouths seeking sensual sustenance, and provided a slick, smacking balm to three disparate egos that had been bruised years apart under differing life circumstances. 

I then fucked Ginny to orgasm. So far this day we’d been slow and loving, but Ginny’s periodic hunger for rough sex was not to be long denied. I just fucked her quick and hard, knowing she’d want it deeply in her. I felt her little cervical opening give and admit my pummeling cock and she was soon screaming into Carol’s open mouth. Carol’s eyes took on a demented look as if she wanted to orally devour her petite blonde friend. “Ommmph…ommmph…ommmph,” Ginny exorted, then, raising her head to shout at the ceiling, she shrieked for more punishment: “Oah, JJ! Haagh…fuck me…fu’ me…fu’ me, JJ…haagh…haagh…cum all…the…way…cum…in, JJ, haagh…oooh…oooh…oooh…yeah…yeah…yeah, JJ, mmmnn…mmmnn…mmmnn.” Then she collapsed on Carol’s breasts, drool running from her lips.

Lifting Ginny off her friend, I flopped on my back and beckoned for Carol to squat on my member. As she straddled me, I was able to stroke her smooth, beauteous thighs and run my hands up her belly to grope at her breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching her nipples roughly. She was still very tight, yet placed my pulsing cock head roughly at the entrance to her cunt and – still flashing demented eyes – drove herself down over me to bottom out painfully at her cervix. “Oh-owww!” she exclaimed, then began to hump at me, dribbling copious amounts of thick, off-white juice out around my probe. I collected some of her sauce and sucked it from my fingers, then got some more and put my fingers in her mouth, which she suckled voraciously. “You trying to make me come, baby?” I taunted. “You want me to fill up that deep, hot cunt of yours? Hmm? Mm-yeah, feel that big head up inside you! Mm, feel good? That’s it, take my cock! Yeah! All the way in! Yeah! You want it harder? Okay. Fuck me!…fuck me!” I grunted, teasingly, as I thrust repeatedly up, splitting her clasping, pink inner labia with my angry stalk.

“Nnng-yeah! Yeah! You big…mag…ni…fi…cent…fucker!” Carol grunted. “I’m…gonna…get all… your…cum! I’m…gonna…fuck you…’til…you…can’t fuck…any…more!” 

“Ginny!” I gasped. “Sit on my face!” I growled, as the little blonde – now recovered from her orgasm – straddled my head and, reaching under herself to spread her cunt lips open to me, lowered herself onto my sucking mouth and probing tongue. Out of sight, I could only imagine what the two of them were doing, but I assumed they were kissing since their mewling was mixed with breathy, drooling sounds. After a few minutes their tempo was very rapid and they exploded. Carol shouted deeply from her lungs, impaling herself brutally onto my dick, and Ginny uttered little shrieks as my balls and face were soaked in more juice. When they both disengaged from me, they lay together, expelling little gasps and moans and nipping lightly at one another. 

“Come on, troops!” I ordered like a drill sergeant. “Time for more physical training!” I then placed Carol on all fours, with legs spread, and helped Ginny climb atop her with her tummy on Carol’s back. I now had four holes open for my pleasure! I thought, obscenely. And I took advantage of this smorgasbord, reaming their lubed assholes hard until I thought I’d cum in each one. Then I switched to their cunts, drilling them in a totally dissolute fashion until they were barking ferally at me to fuck them harder. 

Though Carol was characteristically very tight, she finally was relaxed to the point where I could hammer her deeply, bottoming out at her cervix with relative ease. Months of frustration caused by her husband’s cruel negligence dissolved as her long, muscular limbs stretched and whipped her body back on my impaling cock, all the while supporting Ginny’s weight atop her. Her splayed tan thighs, supported by her knees on the futon, trembled with anxious abandon as she entered her own, private, fuck zone. “Harder!…Harder! Jay…HARDER!…You big…fuck! God! Fu’ me. FUCK ME!…Aaagh, FUCK!…Do…it…fuck…it…yeah…oooh…all…the…way in! Ooo-aah! FUCK! I’m…gonna…cum!…Cum!…Cu’…cummm…cum-ming…yea’…CUM-MING! I…CU’ING, Jay! Oh, Gawwwd! Ooooah…nnngah…nnngah…nnngh…nnngh…NNN-GAH!” she screamed until I was sure the cacophony of her screams would bring the neighbors. Carol then fell to her belly, twitching and moaning “Mmmnn…mmmnn…mmmnn…mmmnn…ohhhhh, JJ, nnn, JJ.”




Ginny Turns Pro Ch. 03



Looks as if another woman likes that nickname, I thought to no one in particular, as Carol collapsed with Ginny embracing her from behind. I nuzzled the nape of Ginny’s neck and she craned her head back to kiss me with a long slurp. “I wantcha’ to fuck me again, baby,” she whispered. “Do me good, sweetie, just like that,” she murmured, opening her legs even wider to reveal her sopping inner pink-ness to me. “Give it to me! Now, please!”

My raging, crimson cock slipped into her with a slishy, sucking sound as her vaginal muscles gripped me. Striking her cervix, I felt it give as Ginny dilated it voluntarily, with Carol moaning beneath her in admiring empathy. In contrast to Carol’s vociferous yelping, Ginny was quiet this time, focusing her genius on her internal musculature. My long, slow plunges were met by an arhythmic gasping that I couldn’t remember her doing before. She raised her hips off Carol’s ass with each of my strokes, receiving me ever deeper into her womb. I placed fingers under her to strum her clit as I prodded her, and she continued her gasps: “Uuhnnn…uuhnnn…uuhnnn,” perhaps every five seconds. I alternated my probes, pushing first deeply into her, then withdrawing to take a few rapid, short strokes at her G spot, returning then to fuck her depths. I stopped rubbing her clit, and brought my hands to her breasts, squashed against Carol’s back, to tweak her tender nipples. Then I vigorously rubbed the taut muscles from her shoulders down to her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to witness her oozing pussy’s inner lips cling to my marauding pecker. And still she gasped: “Uuhnnn…uuhnnn…uuhnnn.” I kissed her ivory neck and she strained upward to return my kiss, lashing her tongue out to pierce my mouth. She then rose to all fours, breaking contact with Carol’s glistening, sweating tan body, which now humped sympathetically with her friend’s movements.   

Ginny thrust her ass higher, and she began plunging it up, down, fore and back as if it were gimbaled, pivoting in all directions like a ship’s compass. As I gripped its fullness, I could scarcely believe the muscles that drove it, seemingly a disembodied thing made for this joyous purpose alone. On each up-thrust, her rectum opened and closed slightly, as if it were a bright, pink eye that winked up at me, lewdly sharing some hidden bit of passionate humor. Her gasps became more measured, “UuhNNN…uuhNNN…uuhNNN…uuhNNN,” as she climbed toward her climax, liquidly revolving her animated bottom to absorb my sloppily plunging cock. Then she started sounding, though still softly: “Oooh, JJ. Yeah. Gonna cum, JJ. Gonna cum! Mmm, yeah!” I accelerated my hip-slapping, cracking my groin forward to swat her buns noisily, as she reverted to her moans: “UuhHNNN…uuhHNNN…uuhHNNN…UUH-HNNN…UUH-HNNN, oooh…UUH-HNNN…I’M…JJ…
AHHUH-HNNN…AHHUH-HNNN…AHHUH-HNNN.” She peaked, noiselessly, standing up on her knees for me to surround her with my arms, and threw her head back on my shoulder. She then gritted her teeth and exclaimed “NNAHHUH, HNNN, HNNN, HNNN,” as her little body quivered in orgasm for about a minute. We lay down, panting, drawing Carol to us as we trembled and moaned. Ginny looked at me with glazed eyes and whispered soothingly to me, “That was…so good, JJ. So…good. Sooo…goood!”  

We all three formed a huddled mass of quivering flesh…and both of them were probably as sore as I was.

And yet I needed to cum. As she groaned, I lay Carol again on her back and squirted some lube between her tits. Knowing what I wanted, she brought me, straddled, up to her, looking down open-mouthed at my menacing, red rod, and squeezed her breast flesh together around the invasive cock. This would do it, I told myself. This would satisfy me! I wanted to paint her tits, spray her face then splat into her hair, and pop a few shots deeply into her mouth as well. Of course, I wanted Ginny to help.

I slowly fucked Carol’s bounteous tits, wanting all to share in this tantalizing act. I lingered just long enough on the up-stroke so that her beautiful lips could absorb me and her tongue could lash out to feather me. We did this for a long time, with her brown eyes looking deeply into mine, wanting only to bring me pleasure. And pleasure I found. Ginny knew when I’d come as she began urging Carol: “Care! Suck him harder when he gets to you! Yeah! Oooh, it looks so hot! Oooh, JJ, fuck her face…her tits!…Yeah! Cum, baby…yeah!”

Somewhere in time I froze at the end of one long plunge and felt the tingles shoot up from my toes. It seemed to take forever for a single, thick rope of hot cum to flash out of my scrotum, up the long route to my glans, and out the end of my cock to bathe Carol’s face and stick in her auburn hair. I slid just the head inside her vacuuming mouth to expel another shot or two, then raised myself off her to splash her tits, just before Ginny clapped her mouth onto me and sucked me dry deeply in her throat. I’d hardly made a sound, instead just grunting through clenched teeth until I was spent. 

We napped a while, then got up to have a sandwich. Eating and speaking softly, we talked comfortably about the months ahead, sharing friendly confidences and plans. We’d spent a few pleasurable weeks together, climaxing over the past few days with an intensely pleasing set of sexual learning experiences. No dates were set for the future, with us all agreeing that we’d play it by ear. Ginny and I, of course, would continue our longer affair, even beyond her up-coming marriage, according to her. Just before the girls left, I asked Carol what she’d like for us to do. Grinning, she admitted, “First, I’d like all of us to take a shower together,” knowing that I didn’t have the facilities in the studio. “Then I’d like to do another ice show!” she beamed. She and Ginny then hugged and kissed me goodbye for a separation I hoped wouldn’t be long. 

“Me too…without a doubt!” I encouraged as they left. “You’ve both become real pros!”

God, I was going to miss our time together!

As I straightened up the studio, the phone rang. Thinking it’d be wife Lee asking about dinner, I answered and was surprised by Cindy’s teenage voice. “Jay? It’s Cindy. I, uhh, left my jacket at the studio. I’m glad you’re still there. Can I come by and pick it up?”

Sure enough. There was her windbreaker on the chair where she’d thrown it. “Sure, Cindy, or I can bring it to you. Where are you now?” I asked.

“Oh, just out front. I called you on my cell phone,” she giggled. “Be right in!”

Thirty seconds later she bounded in the door. I was sitting at the counter on the high drafting chair. “How long have you been out there?” I asked, accusingly.

“Oh, a while. I didn’t wanta’…ya’ know…bother you guys, so I just waited until Ginny and Carol left,” she admitted. 

Yeah. Three hours. Until they left. I’ll bet you heard us fucking too, you sneaky little bitch!, I thought to myself.

“Here’s your jacket,” I said, holding it out for her. She approached me, took the jacket, and laid it on the counter, stepping between my spread knees as I sat. 

“I wanted ta’ talk to you. Y’see, I know about you and Ginny. I think it’s really cool! You make her real happy…an’ Carol’s kinda’…ya’ know…told me why,” she sing-songed, laying one soft palm on my bare thigh. 

“I appreciate your approval, Cindy, but it’s really very private,” I said in my dulcet, avuncular tones. “Your knowing about it puts us in a very awkward position,” I stated, sliding off the chair to go to the futon to separate myself from her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t tell a soul!” she gushed, round-eyed, almost making me believe it. She then strolled to the futon, kneeling on it first, then sat cross-legged to show her plump pussy, barely covered by her red short shorts.  

“Good, then if that’s all, I have to go,” I said, standing up to leave. She didn’t move, causing me to step directly toward her. Will I have to throw her out bodily? I asked myself.

“Uh, there’s just one thing,” she said, looking up at me with deep blue eyes. “I’ve got lotsa’ boy friends, but they’re all young. They don’t know how to treat me. When I found out about you and Ginny, and after seeing you today, I felt…I thought I’d see if you could…ya’ know…help me.”

Help you! I mused. I’d like to ravage you right here and now! I screamed inwardly, gazing at her firm, pendulous breasts that threatened to burst from the halter top. “Cindy,” I said, picking my words carefully, “I’m extremely flattered by your feelings, but I’m old enough to be your father, and I sure don’t want to go to jail.”

“Oh, but I’m 18!” Cindy objected, reaching up and placing a soft hand on one of my hips. “I’m an adult!”

My cock, still moist and smelling of the juices from earlier couplings, stirred noticeably in my shorts, causing a momentary panic since I’d tossed my stinking, stained boxers in the laundry. If she sees me getting hard, I’ll be finished!

“I’m really a lot more mature than I look!” she bubbled, moving her hand to curl her fingers into my waistband. 

“Just a minute,” I said, removing her hand and moving to the door, slamming it shut. “Now, listen!” I said, returning to tower over her. “You’re gorgeous…and dangerous! I can’t get mixed up with you! It’d kill Ginny, and what if your folks found out?”

“With my Daddy I can do no wrong,” she purred, standing up and bathing me with her breath. “We don’t have to do anything now, ya’ know…if you have to go home! But can I just hold you a minute and…maybe…have a kiss? Then in a few days we can all have a pool party over at my house? Daddy said he’d like to do that.” As she said this, she rotated her shapely hips slowly in a horizontal circle, emulating a sensuous, equatorial journey, as she’d doubtless done many times to captivate her father…or any other weak-willed male.

She slowly put her hand on my fly, attempting to touch my cock through my shorts…and I groaned.

“Yeah. I do have to go,” I blurted out, breaking away. “If your Dad wants to talk with me about your tape or a party, have him call. You and I will forget we ever had this talk.”

I couldn’t take any more. Whatever excuse I might invent, I knew I was weakening and reverting to being an unprincipled prick. I’d lusted from a distance over this girl for a month, and finally had a moment when I could have a first taste of her. But I held firm and denied myself. 

I retrieved her jacket and handed it to her at arms-length. But she wasn’t going to give up. She reached up, wrapped one arm around my neck, and breathed baby’s vapors into my mouth as she kissed me. I was conscious of a just-finished beer on my breath and stiffened. Her mouth opened immediately with a whimper and she plunged her tongue into mine. I drew some of her sweet saliva into my sucking maw, then pushed her away, her arms groping for me. I thought, I can’t fuck her! Go any further now and it’ll all be over for you, my man! 

Cindy groaned as I separated from her, panting deeply as her magnificent breasts heaved. “Now, go on! Go!” I said, sounding like a master disciplining a wayward puppy. 

“Ohhh, okay. Okay, Jay. Ohhh…don’t be mad. I can’t help it, ya’ know,” she whined in her transparent, teenage way. Then, sensing my resolve, she looked away and said, soberly, “I…I’ll have Daddy call you.” 

Then she left, flashing one brief, sad half-smile over her shoulder as she opened the door and exited. Her reluctant departure brought to mind something a good friend had recently told me: There’s not a single memory with less satisfaction in it than the memory of a temptation we’ve resisted. Amen. 

That night after dinner, Cindy’s father called me at home, overjoyed with the audition tape and album we’d prepared. He then invited us all to a barbeque at an unspecified date after he returned from a brief vacation. I was relieved that I’d dodged his wanton daughter’s bullet.

Later that week I learned that both Ginny and Carol had developed bladder infections. Though regretful, my main concern was how they’d explain them to their significant others. 

I was sure that their cunning imaginations would find a way. After all, to belabor a point, they both had turned pro. 

Ginny, et al., will return. She, Carol and I ask you sincerely to vote on this three chapter series, and send constructive feedback. We’ll try to respond to all.