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Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 01

By: KenJames



I saw him as soon as I stepped into the concourse. He was perfect Hollywood eye-candy; mid-twenties, tall, muscular, piercing blue eyes, craggy good looks, immaculately cut bottle-blond hair . . . the guy standing next to the stars in ten thousand medium close-ups. His costume was equally perfect; short-sleeved khaki shirt, matching shorts, aviator sunglasses hanging from a shirt pocket, shiny low-cut hiking boots, fake Rolex . . . the Great White Hunter magically transported from the Serengeti set to LAX.

"Yummy," I thought, looking him over carefully. "Empty calories, but still tasty." I wondered who he was waiting for. Wife? No. Girlfriend? Wanna-be starlet from the Midwest?

He was looking me over, too. I'm tall for a woman, 5' 10", and slender, with long legs. My breasts are small, so I rarely wear a bra. I inherited my Norwegian Mom's face, rough-hewn and striking, with green eyes. I have slightly curled shoulder-length brown hair and lightly tanned skin. 

I was wearing a light gray raw silk blouse, tight enough to outline my nipples beneath the sheer fabric, with a neckline deep enough to show the tiny gold ankh suspended between my breasts, a dark gray skirt ending several inches above my knees, shiny black walking shoes, and a tiny hot pink thong. 

I was buzzing from the flight and my thong was still wet. The dazzlingly cute Hispanic guy sitting beside me had invited me to join the Mile-High club. It was an early morning flight and the plane was almost empty, so I decided it was a good time to renew my membership. 

He'd gotten up first and moved to the back of the plane. I waited a minute, then followed him. No one was watching, so we slipped into the restroom. The space was too small for us to stand together comfortably. After a quick kiss, I sat on the toilet with my knees between his spread legs. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock and balls while he unbuttoned and opened my blouse. 

My nipples were hardening before he touched them. He was already stiff when I wrapped my hand around his swollen shaft. "Joseph, your cock is really beautiful," I whispered. "I haven't been with many uncut men." I took him in my mouth, gripping his shaft with my lips and probing the inside of his foreskin with my tongue. I was really enjoying playing with his hooded dick, but his head was swelling relentlessly, pushing out into my mouth. 

He was already slick with my saliva and pre-cum. The flow increased as I tongued his slit and ran my lips up and down his shaft. My mouth was getting tired, so I switched to licking his balls and shaft. 

"I'm going to cum if you do that much longer," Joseph finally said. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Oh yeah," I answered. It was awkward changing places in the confined space, but Joseph was soon sitting on the toilet with his pants and shorts around his ankles and his legs together. I took a second to admire his cock again. It was so tall, dark-skinned and pretty. His foreskin had retracted and it was hard to tell he was uncut. I lifted my skirt, pushed my thong to one side, and lowered myself onto him. His cock slid smoothly into my hot dripping snatch. "Oh, that feels good," I gasped. "Give it to me as hard and fast as you like."

Joseph was glad to oblige. He worked his hips, driving into me with all the speed and power the limited leverage of our position allowed. I was doing a lot of the work, holding myself over him and moving my pelvis to match his cock thrusts. I had to support myself by pressing both hands against the restroom walls, but I was able to angle my crotch so the base of Joseph's cock was rubbing my clit. 

I was really close when I felt his cock throbbing. I clamped my pussy muscles as he began spurting inside me. I grabbed his head and pulled his face between my breasts as I came . . . and came. 

"That was really good," I whispered as I clung to him, finally spent. "Do you think we made too much noise." 

"Do you mean all the gasping and screaming and thumping?" Joseph replied. "Don't worry about it. If anybody noticed, they'd just think the airplane was going down." 

We adjusted our clothes. Joseph left first. I stayed for a moment to comb my hair and put on fresh lipstick. When I opened the door, a flight attendant was standing in the alcove beside the restroom, ogling Joseph's butt as he walked back to his seat. "He's really cute," she commented. "I'll bet he's a good ride."

When I was sixteen, the preacher's son took me up into the steeple to show me The Holy Ghost. When we came down the ladder, his dad was standing there, waiting for us. That's the last time I ever blushed. I looked her straight in the eye and answered, "Yeah!"

She was standing by the exit, saying "Goodbye" to the passengers after we landed. When I passed her, she smiled and said, "I hope you had a pleasant flight," as she unobtrusively slipped a card into my hand. I glanced at it before slipping it into my purse as I walked up the ramp to the concourse. Her name was Tawny. She'd also given me her phone number and email address. I'm not usually into women, but she was blonde and pretty. I thought it would be a lot of fun to share Ken with her.

I already had Joseph's number. I had to remind myself I was on a business trip. I'm so easily distracted and the blonde man in the terminal was such an excellent distraction. Let's see . . . someone is supposed to meet me and . . . 

That's when I noticed the name written on the little piece of cardboard in star-boy's hand. "Ginger Matthews." It had started out as a fun trip and I knew it was just going to get better.

I walked up to him and watched his eyes widen and his crotch stir as I said "I'm yours" in a breathy voice. 

"Hi Ginger," he said. "I'm Jim Lutenberg." He took a second to sweep his eyes over my body again, lingering on my right ankle. "Nice tattoo." I preened slightly. It is exotic. A rambling rose, a long green vine with thorns and red rose buds, climbing around my ankle. "You're younger than I expected," he continued, reaching for my suitcase and computer briefcase. 

"Thanks," I answered. In my mid-twenties, it's a thrill to still get carded in bars. 

My lover Ken was the reason I was in L. A. You might recognize his name. He's co-producer and principal writer of the HBO series "Lovers, Friends and Other Strangers," the R-rated one about the bisexual couple and their eccentric friends with all the nudity and simulated sex. 

Ken and his old film-maker friend Bill Stone wrote a science fiction-themed soft-core sex parody, like "Flesh Gordon," and got the financing to make it. 

"Sex-Sphere" is about a mysterious force which drags unsuspecting humans into a sexual fantasy world. Of course, it's really the beginning of an alien invasion, although not exactly, and . . . Actually, I don't want to tell you too much about it. Just go see the movie. 

The backgrounds for the fantasy world were going to look like stained glass. I'm a very successful stained glass artist with a lot of commissions and I was the set designer. I was in Hollywood to work out the details with the digital team.

I called Ken while we were walking to Jim's car. He sounded sleepy. He'd gone back to bed after getting up before dawn to take me to the airport. "Hi Baby. I've landed okay and I'm leaving the airport. I had a really interesting flight."

Ken picked up on that instantly. "Oh. Interesting like in sexual? Can you tell me about it?"

"That's right. I can't do that right now."

"You nasty little slut! You got fucked in the bathroom. I'm already hard thinking about it. You're going to call and tell me all the details the next time you're alone."

"Of course." My nipples hardened as I imagined Ken in bed with a huge erection. "They sent a really wonderful guy to pick me up."

"Great!" Ken said. "Are you going to get fucked twice before noon?"

"It's possible. I'm going to work on it."

"Okay. Good luck. Dawn's coming over later. I'll kiss her for you."

"Good. Please do, you know where. That should help with the hard problem you're having. I'll call you with the details later. Bye."

Jim's car was a red Corvette convertible. It was a beautiful day, so I asked him to put the top down. We talked during the drive. I discovered he was much more intelligent and well-rounded than I'd expected. I like guy candy, but smart men really turn me on. Of course, Jim was an actor and had a part in "Sex-Sphere," but he was also one of the production assistants. That's why he'd been sent to pick me up. 

I was a little surprised when we exited the freeway and drove into an old industrial area. "Mr. Bolens' group is remodeling some old factory buildings into luxury lofts," Jim explained. Dave Bolens was the principal "Sex-Sphere" backer. "The development is called 'The Iron Age.' He keeps a couple of apartments there for business guests. It's close to the production office and more comfortable than a hotel."

There wasn't much traffic. A big truck pulled up beside us while we were stopped at a light. I glanced over and noticed the driver was staring down at me. After a split second, I realized my skirt had ridden up during the drive. Way up. I thought about tugging it back down, but instantly changed my mind. I began opening and closing my legs, very slowly. The truck began pulling forward. I couldn't believe the driver was leaving. He stopped a moment later. He wanted a better angle so he could see more. I smiled and gave him an air kiss as the light changed. 

"Don't accelerate too fast," I told Jim. I could tell from the bulge in his khaki shorts that he'd been enjoying the show, too. "I want to catch another red light." I was flushed with excitement. The truck driver wasn't really cute, but his naked lust and the thrill of showing off were turning me on. Not to mention the effect the whole scene was having on Jim. 

I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open as we glided to a stop at the next light. The truck driver stared as I caressed my bare breasts and rolled my already-swollen nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. I glanced over at Jim. He had an amazing pole in his tent. 

A horn honked behind us. The light had changed to green and none of us had noticed. "Go slow," I warned Jim. I was really loving this game. The car that had been behind us rocketed past, crossing the center line to do it. The driver flipped us off as he pulled away, but we didn't care. Another red light was coming up. 

This time, I lifted my skirt, pulled my tiny hot pink thong to one side, and jammed a finger into my dripping snatch. The truck driver's head was out the window and his mouth was open. I was sure he was unzipping his pants and taking his cock out as he watched me masturbate. "Take it out," I ordered Jim. He looked startled. "Now!" I commanded. "I want to see it." 

Jim was spared by the light change, but I wasn't letting him off. As we moved slowly to the next light, I unbuckled his belt, unfastened the snap on his shorts and pulled his zipper down. "Open those briefs," I ordered as we stopped at the next light. 

I thought about the view we were giving the truck driver. Me, bare-breasted, with my skirt up around my waist and a finger sliding in and out of my cunt. My left hand was wrapped around Jim's swollen cock, stroking his shaft and rubbing his head. I continued stimulating us as we crawled to the next red light. 

Jim put his hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit, taking care not to block the driver's view of the two fingers I was jamming into my snatch. The driver opened his door and I gasped in astonishment at the sight of his nine-inch cock. Seconds later, he sprayed cum all over his shirt and pants. I was cumming, too. 

Spent, I sank back in the seat, my head leaning back against the headrest. The driver closed his door. I blew him a kiss. "Green light," I gasped. "Punch it!" Within seconds, we'd left the truck far behind.

My hand was still on Jim's cock, but it was awkward stroking him with my arm positioned to avoid interfering with the gear shift. I really wanted to make him cum, but not with my hand. "Find us an alley," I commanded. Jim drove two more blocks, then made a sudden left turn. We glided to a stop next to a big Dumpster in a cul-de-sac.

Jim was out and around the car before I'd finished climbing out of the passenger seat. After we'd kissed hungrily for a few seconds, he picked me up and laid me on my back on the trunk. "I'm ready," I whispered as he positioned himself between my legs. "Do it now." His cock-head was already at the entrance to my snatch, slowly opening me. 

I was kneading my breasts and pinching and twisting my elongated nipples as Jim slid his cock smoothly into my cunt. He began fucking me with long slow strokes. "You can fuck me a lot harder," I said. "I like it sort of rough."

"Don't worry Babe," Jim answered. "You're going to get it as hard and rough as you want. But if I start fast I'm going to pop right away and we don't want that." He gradually began speeding up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and adjusted my pelvis so he was penetrating me as deeply as possible. I came as he began thrusting roughly into me. He looked startled but didn't slow down. I came several more times as he hammered me over and over and had my most spectacular orgasm when I felt him spurting inside me. 

Finally spent, Jim collapsed on top of me. We kissed fiercely. There was a slight noise from a few yards away. Startled, Jim jumped up. A pimply-faced teenage boy was staring open-mouthed at us from an open door. His pants were unzipped and his hand was wrapped around his stiff cock. When Jim took a step toward him, he jumped back into the building and slammed the door. 

"I think we should go," Jim said as he lifted me to my feet. He tucked his cock and balls back into his briefs and fastened his khaki shorts as I buttoned my blouse and adjusted my skirt. 

"You're right," I agreed, "although I think he's too busy jacking off to tell anyone." As we were pulling out of the alley, I said, "I was really scared doing that. How about you?"

"Yeah, I was scared," Jim admitted, "but really turned on, too."

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Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.

Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. 

Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 02



It only took us five more minutes to reach The Iron Age Lofts. I felt a little silly about my impatience. I could have had Jim at my leisure. On the other hand, I wouldn't have experienced the thrilling sense of danger that doing it in the alley had given me. Jim had left his cock in upright position when he'd put it back into his briefs because it was still hard. I glanced down at his lap. He'd only softened slightly during the drive from the alley. I put my hand on his thigh. That fixed the softness instantly. 

The apartment was wonderful. The first floor contained a big living room with red brick walls, a small office, a half bath, a kitchen and a dining area. Upstairs, there were two big bedrooms, each with its own luxurious bathroom containing a big sunken tub and large separate shower. Everything was beautifully decorated and furnished. The refrigerator was empty, but there was a note about calling the shopping service to get it stocked. 

I noticed all of that later. I'd plastered myself against Jim for a full-body kiss as soon as we were inside with the door closed, pressing my erect nipples against his chest and grinding my crotch against his hardness. 

When I finally pulled away slightly to reach for his zipper, Jim stopped me. "Not yet," he said. "Let's go up to the bedroom." He took my hand and led me upstairs. 

We were at the top of a hill and the view through the big bedroom window was magnificent. Jim began kissing me as we stood in front of the window. He started with my lips, soft little kisses which would have been almost non-sexual if I hadn't already been so turned on. As it was, my pussy seemed to twitch each time his lips touched mine and I almost came when he applied his tongue. 

Jim moved away from my mouth, gently kissing my nose, forehead, eyelids, earlobes, down to my throat, opening my blouse. I came when he began sucking my nipples. He had to grab me to keep me from falling. We were both surprised. He hadn't gotten near my crotch. 

My turn! When I'd recovered from my unexpected orgasm, I sank to my knees in front of Jim, unzipped his shorts, and took his cock and balls out of his briefs. "So beautiful," I whispered, just before I began licking his balls. I worked my way up his shaft, licking and kissing, tasting his overflowing pre-cum as I approached his head. When I finally wrapped my lips around him, I had to grip his shaft to stop him from ramming his entire swollen length through the back of my throat. 

Jim regained control after a few seconds, holding still and allowing me to work my mouth over his cock. He ran his fingers through my hair as I positioned myself to take him down my throat. I came again, gently this time or I might have bitten his cock, as I felt his balls against my chin. He began moving, slowly fucking my face. I remembered the woman in that old porn movie, "Deep Throat." She was supposed to have a clit in her throat. I felt like that as I came again.

Jim's cock began throbbing and I felt his balls tightening. "I don't want . . . " he gasped. I knew it was too late for him to stop. I grabbed his hips, pulling him all the way into me. He got the idea and started thrusting violently into my mouth. Within seconds, his hot cream was shooting down my throat and I was cumming again. 

The torrent slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. Jim removed his now-limp cock from my mouth. I kissed his head tenderly. We stripped quickly and got onto the bed, holding each other, kissing gently, and generally basking in a warm, post-orgasmic glow. I relaxed in Jim's arms and closed my eyes. 

When I woke up, I was alone in bed. I checked the clock. I'd been asleep for about an hour. The bathroom door was open and I could hear the unmistakable sound of a man peeing. I got up and moved to the door, stopping to admire the sight of Jim standing in front of the toilet with urine streaming from his thick cock into the bowl. "Pretty," I commented, moving behind him and wrapping my hand around his shaft. 

Jim was startled, but he continued pissing. He let go of his penis and allowed me to guide his stream into the bowl. When the flow finally stopped, I shook the last few drops of urine from his dick. He said, "If I'd known you were into water sports, I'd have saved this for you."

"No," I answered, "I'm just fascinated by penises and everything they do. And I love your body. You look so good naked. I'd like to have you again. Do we have time?"

"Sure," he said. He was already stiffening. "Your meeting isn't for another two hours and the office is only fifteen minutes away." I made him stand in front of me and played with his cock as I sat on the toilet to pee. 

Two minutes later, we were back on the bed. Jim kissed my mouth briefly, then moved to my breasts. He was sucking and licking my nipples, but he was also kneading my breasts from base to tip, making them swell with the increased blood flow. I continued playing with my swollen breasts and erect nipples as Jim moved down to my crotch. He spread my thighs and began licking and kissing all around my pussy, never quite touching it. 

He finally opened my outer lips and began gently sucking and nibbling them, driving me wild. Now he was tongue-fucking my snatch, thrusting his entire length into my hole, licking my walls, drinking my juices, pulling out occasionally to flick my clit, then diving back in. 

"Suck my clit," I gasped. "Hard." He wrapped his lips around my sensitive little bud. At first, he was gentle but he became more aggressive when I made it clear I wanted it rough. He sucked my clit like a tiny cock as he drove two fingers into my hot wet cunt. 

Jim held on as I came, finger-fucking my pussy and tongue-lashing my clit, driving me from orgasm to more intense orgasm until I finally collapsed on the bed, completely overloaded. I was lost in a romantic haze, dimly aware of Jim moving to lie beside me and take me in his arms. 

After a period of timeless contentment, I opened my eyes and looked up longingly into Jim's face. He knew exactly what I wanted and moved between my legs. "Please," I whispered, tense with anticipation. I knew I was about to receive his precious gift. There it was, his penis sliding gracefully into my pussy, taking me, fulfilling me, connecting with me in the most intimate way possible, part of his body inside mine. I came as soon as he'd given me his entire length.

"Wow!" Jim exclaimed when the storm had passed. "It really felt amazing feeling you cumming around my cock. I almost shot right then."

"I'm glad you didn't," I answered. "I really want to give you a nice long ride."

"Don't worry, Babe," he said. "After this morning I can last practically forever."

"Good." After his initial deep penetration, I was expecting Jim to drive into me long and hard. My cunt quivered with anticipation as he withdrew until his cock-head was barely kissing my pussy lips. He surprised me by pushing in shallowly, then withdrawing. I was disappointed for his first few strokes, until I realized how much he was exciting me. His cock was caressing the sensitive outer edges of my vagina and his head was gently kissing my G-spot. I worked my pussy muscles in time with his movements, feeling myself lifted slowly and steadily toward another orgasm, up . . . up . . . and right over.

"That was so good, Baby," I gasped, lifting my legs and wrapping them around Jim's back. "Now I want you to give it to me rough."

Jim was ready. He began taking me with hard deep thrusts. I was squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles to increase his excitement, and my own. "Oh Baby!" I cried. "I want you to cum inside me so bad. You're fucking me so good and hard . . . I'm cummmming . . . Oh yeah! . . . Shoot your hot sperm up my cunt . . . Yeah, you're throbbing . . . give it to me now! Now!! . . . Yeah!" 

It was awesome. He was filling me with so much hot juice it was as if he hadn't cum in a week. I was cumming with him, my pussy contracting in time with his throbbing cock. 

Afterwards, we lay with Jim on top of me, supporting his upper body with his elbows, kissing me tenderly and softly stroking my hair and face. I savored his weight, the sensation of him covering me, dominating me, almost as much as I loved the feel of his finally spent, slowly-softening penis inside me. "That was so good," I sighed. "I want to stay like this forever."

With my hyper-sensitive pussy, I could feel Jim's penis gradually deflating. I wanted to tighten my cunt muscles and work my hips to bring him back to full arousal. I was still wet, it would work . . . I reminded myself this was a business trip. People were expecting me. I had responsibilities . . . Fuck all that! Fuck me!!

"That was amazing," Jim said afterwards. "I've never had a woman bring me back to life like that before. I'm sorry I couldn't cum for you again."

"It's okay, Baby," I said, giving him a final kiss. "You were great. Let's go take a shower, together."

We had time for a quick lunch before going to the digital production house. Jim had some business there, so I followed him in the car the "Sex-Sphere" company had loaned me. 

The West End Digital facility was typical, several big rooms stuffed with video equipment, computers and people. The "Sex-Sphere" team had seven members, five men and two women. All of the guys were geeky, each in a different way. 

Darlene, the head animator, was just gorgeous; athletic, a few inches shorter and a little heavier than me, big breasts, wonderfully proportioned body with delicious curves, long thick dark hair, and an amazing face with character and beauty that went far beyond mere prettiness . . . I usually prefer men, but my heart beat a little faster every time I looked at her. Funny, she seemed to be looking at me a lot, too.

The team had already rendered my initial structured graphics and combined them with test footage of actors. The results were pretty good, but I saw a lot of things I wanted to change. The animation needed the most work. I'd be spending long days with Bill Stone and the team getting everything set. 

We knocked off at 8:00 PM. I wanted to invite Darlene out for a drink and some girl talk, but I suddenly realized how exhausted the day's events had left me. So I went home and drank a glass of wine. I called Ken and told him all about my adventures. Then we had really hot phone sex. I was asleep before 10:00 PM.

The next morning, the doorbell rang too early. As I put on my robe and went downstairs, I remembered that Jim was bringing some papers for me to sign. I raped the poor dear on the big rug in the center of the living room. I didn't even give him a chance to open his mouth, not to speak, anyway. 

Afterwards, we went up to the bedroom and he fucked me more tenderly. It was great, but I had the nagging feeling that something was slightly off. No two men make love in exactly the same way. His touches, motions, even his kisses, were slightly different this morning. Or was it me? I'd been so excited yesterday, with Joseph in the airplane, showing off for the truck driver and fucking in the alley. Certainly, I couldn't complain about the way he'd made me cum this morning. 

He finally excused himself and went into the bathroom. I followed him a minute later. He was peeing vigorously, but the flow stopped as soon as I took his cock in my hand. "Sorry," he said calmly. "I'm a little shy about that."

I'd never gotten around to asking Jim what character he was playing in "Sex-Sphere." Being the set designer and living with the screen writer, I knew the script inside out. There weren't that many roles for someone like Jim. In fact . . . 

"Am I just crazy?" I asked. "Or are you Jim's twin?"

"I'm so sorry," he said, blushing. "You didn't give me much of a chance to say anything and I . . . just got excited and . . . went with it. I'm Tim and I should have stopped you."

I was still holding his cock. I gave it a tender little squeeze before letting go. "Finish doing that and then we'll talk," I said as I left the room. 

My emotions were really complicated. I'd hit Tim with a giant sexual come-on as soon as he'd stepped inside the door. And he was as good a lover as Jim, in his own unique way. But I hated being fooled, even if I'd helped fool myself. And I still suspected I'd been set up. Jim knew what I was like and how I'd greet him. Why had Tim delivered the papers? Had they pulled this on other women? If it hadn't been for the pee thing, I wouldn't have caught on. 

By the time Tim emerged from the bathroom, shame-faced and limp-dicked, I'd reached my decision. My bitch side would not be denied. The brothers had to pay. I was already working out a plan.

"It's okay Tim," I cooed from the bed. "I forgive you. Come here." His body was a little stiff as he moved into my arms, but he relaxed as I kissed him passionately. Well, something was still stiff. 

"Just to prove I'm not mad, I'm going to let you fuck me in a very special place," I said, moving away from him and getting on my hands and knees with my face down and my ass in the air. He got the idea instantly, especially after he saw the bottle of lube on the nightstand. 

Tim was surprised. "I haven't butt-fucked a lot of women . . ." he began.

"Don't worry Baby," I interrupted. "I really want it. Now, come give it to me."

He didn't waste any more time. He bent over, spread my cheeks with his hands and began licking my little rosebud. "That feels so good," I gasped as he pushed his tongue inside me. I was so hot I didn't want to wait any longer. "Come on," I whispered. "I'm ready."

"Okay." Tim lubricated a finger and slid it into my ass. "You really are ready," he marveled as he added a second finger. I pushed back, matching his motions as he worked his fingers in and out. 

"I love getting my ass fucked," I said. "Give it to me now, please."

Tim slid in slowly, gradually opening me with his cock head. "Oh yes!" I purred. "Slide that big thing up my butt, all the way." He continued entering me, finally filling me completely. His balls felt wonderful pressed against my cheeks.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. "I love your asshole. You're so tight and hot."

"I love your cock up my asshole," I replied. "You fill me so good. Give it to me as hard and fast as you want. You won't hurt me."

A lot of women don't like doggy style. They feel it's too impersonal, as if they're not really connected with their partner. That's not me. I don't have to see the man fucking me to feel connected. I really pick up on the excitement he feels while watching his dick sliding in and out of my buns. 

I'd had plenty of face-to-face a few minutes before, while Tim was fucking my pussy. I love having a man on top, flattening my breasts with his chest, pressing his belly against mine, covering me completely, lowering his face to kiss me . . . 

In this case, I had another source of connection. The bed had a low headboard, just enough to hold the pillows in place. There was a giant mirror on the wall behind the headboard. I could lift my face off the pillow and see Tim behind me. The expression of mixed lust and wonder on his face was awesome. 

I was propping myself up with one arm. Tim was kneading my breasts roughly and rolling my swollen nipples between his fingers. I was jamming two fingers into my cunt and massaging my clit with my thumb. 

"Oh God Tim, I'm getting close!" I exclaimed, pushing back in time with his thrusts and tensing my muscles to grip him even more tightly. He didn't even slow down as my first orgasm washed over me. 

"Wow!" I gasped. "That was so good." Tim shifted his hands from my breasts to my waist to hold me in place as he slammed into me even more violently. He was grunting with the effort and I knew he was close to cumming. I came again at that instant, on and on, finally rolling into a truly intense orgasm as Tim screamed and flooded my butt with hot cum.

Finally spent, I collapsed face-down on the bed with Tim on top of me. I could feel his heart hammering against my back. 

It seemed to take forever for Tim's cock to soften, but I was in no hurry. His weight pressing me into the mattress was comforting, and I was savoring the fullness inside my butt. Nature finally took its course and he slipped out. He rolled over onto his back and I moved into his arms. "I love that position," I whispered, "but I miss being able to kiss."

"We can sure kiss now," he answered. We wasted no time doing just that. 

The next time I saw Jim, he thanked me for letting him fuck my butt. That proved they'd played the twin-switching trick on me. I'd gotten Tim to promise not to tell Jim I'd caught on. I didn't know if he'd kept his word, but it was part of my plan.

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Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.

Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.

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Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 03



The next few days were really busy. I spent at least ten hours each day at West End Digital, as well as extra time with Bill Stone. 

Darlene and I were alone together exactly once, in the woman's restroom. As usual, she was dressed sexy, wearing a short skirt that showed off her athletic legs and butt, and a thin tight blouse that clung to her breasts and outlined her prominent nipples. 

We were chatting in front of the mirror, getting ready to leave, when she said something funny. I laughed and hugged her. It was just a friendly girl thing, at first. 

Suddenly, I was acutely aware of the pressure of my little tits against her beautiful full breasts. A wave of heat washed over my body and I knew my face was flushed. My heart was pounding and it seemed hard to breathe. I tightened my arms around her body, pressing my hardening nipples against hers. Her arms closed around my waist. 

My hands slid down Darlene's back. I stopped them just before they reached her beautiful muscular buttocks. Did I dare grip her there and pull her crotch against mine? I wanted to do it so badly. My thong was already damp and the air was thick with my scent. Did I smell her, too?

I kissed her firmly on the lips, not quite daring to open my mouth. Was she kissing back as eagerly, or was it just my fantasy? 

We broke away and stood staring at each other for a few long moments. Darlene's face was flushed and her nipples were as swollen as mine. We giggled loudly to break the tension. I gave her a quick peck on the lips and a gentle hug. 

It was just a friendly girl thing, but we never looked at each other in quite the same way after that.

I was fucking both twins, calling one or the other each day when I'd finished work. After a hard day, I really needed to get fucked, front and back. I'd told each twin my schedule was so erratic I might not call him on a given day. I didn't tell Jim about Tim and I hoped Tim wasn't telling Jim that we were still having sex.

We'd planned on twelve days of pre-production digital work - two six-day weeks. By Saturday morning, it was clear we were at least a day ahead of schedule. I called Ken to let him know how well things were going, both on "Sex Sphere" and on the twin revenge project. He was thrilled when I told him, "Everything is go for Sunday."

The digital team took Sunday off. I got up early and went to an adult toy store, glad that nothing ever closes in L. A. I spent a long time discussing products with a sweet lady named April and left with an overflowing shopping bag and a hefty charge on my credit card. 

Afterwards, I called Jim and Tim. "Hi Honey. Do you want to come over and have some fun? I thought so. I'm feeling a little kinky today and I have something really special planned for you. You'll have to obey my every command. Is that okay? I thought so. Here's what I want you to do . . ."

Tim pulled up in front of my apartment at noon sharp, as ordered. I was watching for him at the window and I opened the door before he could ring the bell. Jim had arrived half an hour earlier. I'd prepared him, taken his keys and hidden his car in a nearby parking garage. 

I kissed Tim warmly, then whispered, "You are not to speak or make any kind of sound. Do you understand?" He nodded. "Good," I said. "Take off all your clothes." His cock sprang up as soon as he pulled his briefs down. I removed the simple one-piece dress I'd been wearing. Tim's eyes widened when he saw what I had on under it. A half-bra that pushed my breasts up and out while exposing my already-hard nipples, lace panties, fishnet stockings, and shiny stiletto heals, all in black. 

"Follow me," I whispered as I started up the stairs. My nipples grew even harder as I imagined Tim's reaction to the rear view he was receiving. My panties were crotchless. The door to the bedroom on the right was closed. I took him into the left bedroom. There was a blindfold and a black leather whip with a dildo handle lying on the bed. "Put this on," I ordered, handing him the blindfold. 

I dressed Tim in a male-sized pair of black crotchless panties and paused to admire the effect. The fabric framed his cock and balls so beautifully, I couldn't resist dropping to my knees and licking him. "Bend over," I eventually commanded. "Spread your cheeks." I started with my tongue, licking his tight little rosebud, then teasing it open. I followed with well-lubricated fingers, first one, then two, tenderly relaxing and opening him. Tim had a lot of self-control. He inhaled sharply but didn't cry out when I pushed the butt plug up his asshole. 

I picked up the whip and brushed the lashes across his buttocks. "Let's go," I said, taking his hand and guiding him into the other bedroom, where Jim was lying on the bed. Leaving Tim standing in the middle of the floor, I got Jim and positioned him beside Tim. I was sure that both men knew there was a third person in the room. Even though they were trying to be quiet, each man could hear the faint sounds of the other's breathing and the rustling of his feet on the carpet. What they didn't know was WHO else was in the room, male or female.

"Feel me," I ordered, taking each man's outside hand and placing them on my breasts. The men began groping me eagerly. "Just use the hand I've put on my body." I was gripping both men's wrists lightly, not guiding their hands except to keep them from touching each other as they wandered all over my body. 

Being fondled by two blindfolded men was getting me incredibly hot. I couldn't wait any longer to go to the next stage. "Use both hands now," I said, releasing the men's wrists. It was only a few seconds before the twins' probing hands touched. Both men froze.

"Yes," I purred, "I have two toy boys. Don't worry. I'm going to play with both of my toys . . . hard. 

"You," I said, reaching out and gripping Jim's stiff dick, "are Toy Number 1." Taking Tim's equally hard cock in my other hand, I continued, "And you are Toy Number 2." I gently pulled on both penises, turning the men to face each other. "Now, I want to see my Toys playing with each other's cocks." 

I let go and stepped back. I didn't know if Jim and Tim went both ways, but I was sure they'd be willing to play along. They began stroking each other's genitals in a way that made it clear they'd done men before. I picked up the whip and brushed the men's buttocks with the lashes. "That's very good," I said in a husky whisper. "Watching my Toys play is making me very hot and wet. Now kiss each other. Use your tongues."

The whip was still in my hand. I was running the lashes over the men's shoulders, backs and buttocks, not snapping it, just letting them know it was there. The hard rubber handle was ten inches long and as thick as a large cock. I was so excited I needed to be fucked, but I wasn't ready to use one of the men. No problem. The whip handle slid easily into my steaming cunt. 

"That's enough, boys," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Toy 1, on your knees. Suck Number 2's penis." Jim was very good. It was getting hard for me to keep control. The sight of Jim licking and sucking his brother's cock and balls, combined with the sensation of fucking myself, was driving me wild. Still, I had to stay attuned to the situation. The boys were getting hair-trigger sensitive and I wasn't ready to have them cum. 

"Stop!" I commanded. "Very good, Number 1. Stand up. Number 2 is going to suck you now." Tim was an equally good cocksucker. I stopped him when he had Jim close to cumming. "Both of you, on your knees. Come here and feel me. Feel between my legs." The handle was almost completely inside me and the lashes were hanging down to the floor. I came gently as their hands brushed my inner thighs. 

The men could tell what was happening. They pressed their hands against my pubes, feeling my pulsating cunt. "Wow!" I sighed, briefly lost in my own world. I dreamily looked down past my puffy areola to the lust-filled faces of the men kneeling at my feet. 

The toy store had taken so long I'd had to rush to get ready for the twins. Now, I looked into the big wall mirror over the bed, really examining my reflection for the first time since I'd put on the dominatrix costume. April had been right. The push-up bra really did make my breasts seem larger and fuller. Although I normally didn't mind having small tits, I really liked the look. 

"Boys!" I said sharply. Both men looked up expectantly. "You're ignoring my tits. Fix that!" They hurried to comply. One man to a breast. One mouth to a swollen nipple. It was so good. My pussy muscles were clamped around the whip handle, holding it in place, but I was no longer moving it. That wasn't necessary. I was cumming again, anyway. 

Feeling a bit dizzy from my latest orgasm, I pulled the whip out of my snatch and let it fall to the floor. "Very good," I gasped. "Now, eat me. My ass and cunt."

Twins are never truly identical. Under normal circumstances, I could tell the brothers apart now, although I wasn't sure how. In my excited orgasmic state, they had blurred again. I couldn't tell which man had his tongue in my pussy and which other man was probing my asshole. I just knew they were both very good and making me cum . . . again and again!

My orgasms were still relatively mild, although each one was stronger than the last. I realized this was my body's way of building up to the truly big one. I was ready for it. 

"Number 2, get on your back on the bed!" I commanded. Tim complied instantly. "You've both been very good toys," I cooed as I straddled Tim, facing him. "Now you're going to be rewarded." He gasped as I lowered my dripping snatch onto his rock-hard prick.


"Oh!" I gasped. "It's so good. You're so hard. I'm going to have the ride of my life." Tim began moving beneath me. "That's right, sweet Toy, fuck me. But slowly. I don't want you cumming too fast. I want a long ride . . . and something else. Toy Number 1, come fuck my tight little asshole while your fellow toy fills my hot juicy cunt." Jim moved behind me and I guided his hand to the lube on the nightstand. He lubricated my asshole quickly and was inside me a moment later. I had another little cum as I felt him slide home.

"This is wonderful!" I gasped. "Two great big cocks fucking my pussy and asshole! Two magnificent men inside me at once! What could possibly be better? I know. Another man!"

That was Ken's cue. He'd flown in Saturday night and had been waiting in the small office downstairs while I'd met and prepared Jim and Tim. All the time I'd been playing with my twin toys, Ken had been absolutely silent as he watched from the hall.

"Boys," I said, "it's time for you to meet Toy Number 3. You will obey all his commands as if they were mine."

"I've been watching you three for a long time," Ken growled as he marched into the room. Tim and Jim had never met him or spoken to him. I thrilled as I imagined how disorienting this stranger's sudden appearance must be to the twins. "I'm horny as hell," he continued, climbing onto the bed and kneeling with Tim's head between his thighs. "Eat my ass while I kiss this Slut-Baby," he ordered.

Our bodies melted together as Ken pressed his hungry mouth against mine. Although we both adore our other sex partners, Ken and I are by far each other's favorites. During our first long kiss, only he existed in my world. Awareness of the two cocks fucking my pussy and asshole gradually returned. 

"Ginger, your toy is really licking my asshole good," Ken gasped when he eventually pulled away from our long kiss. "He's got me so hot I've got to fuck something right now. I'll bet your pussy can hold both of us."

I was startled. Ken and I hadn't made any plans. The idea had been that he'd show up and we'd improvise. I'd never had two cocks inside my cunt and the idea was frightening. I felt a sudden wave of empathy for the twins. Sure, they'd played a dirty trick on me, but I'd told them I'd do anything I wanted with them, then blindfolded them, stuck butt plugs in their asses, made them suck each other's cocks, threatened them with a whip, brought in another man . . . Now, I was suddenly scared at what they might do to get back at me.

Although frightened, I was determined to do it. Sometimes when we were playing, Ken would press his four fingers and thumb together and push them all into my pussy. He'd never gone much past his middle knuckles, but that had stretched me almost as wide as two cocks. Anyway, I had little choice. Jim's body was pressed against my back, blocking any retreat, Tim was gripping my thighs to hold me in place, and Ken was already pushing into me, slowly but relentlessly. 

I'd never been so stretched. It was like losing my virginity, only more intense. Tim had most of his length inside me. He was holding still as Ken slowly pressed forward. To my amazement, it didn't hurt. In fact, I was cumming again, wrapping my arms around Ken to hold myself in place during my convulsions. This one was really overwhelming. When the contractions in my cunt finally passed, I realized Tim's and Ken's cocks were both all the way inside me.

Ken's face was inches from mine. "Rough?" he whispered, so softly only I could hear. As usual, he'd read me perfectly. That's one reason I love him so much. I nodded and gave him a quick kiss. Whatever was going to happen, I knew it would be good. 

"Okay boys," Ken growled. "Let's give the bitch the fucking she deserves." He and Tim began moving their cocks in unison. Within seconds, Jim had synchronized his fucking motion with the other men. 

I'd loved being double fucked, pussy and asshole, ever since the first time two men did it to me when I was eighteen. The sensation of two cocks sliding in and out of my body, separated only by a thin layer of flesh, always drove me wild. This triple fuck was even more amazing. My cunt was stretched more than I'd imagined possible. Ken's cock head was rubbing my G-spot and his shaft was stimulating my clitoris, while Tim's penis seemed to be exciting the rest of the nerves in my pussy. With Jim fucking my ass, the experience was truly overwhelming. 

I dizzily wondered what it was like for Tim and Ken, how their cocks felt rubbing against each other as they penetrated my pussy. They were thrusting into me steadily, but not very quickly. I think they were afraid of slipping out and not being able to get back in. Jim was matching their tempo. 

Despite their deliberate pace, the men were steadily lifting me toward another orgasm. My tension built to the point where I was sure I was going to explode and just continued upward. I was gasping and screaming, trying to tear my sweat-slick body from the men's' grip and escape the intolerably sweet torment. They held me relentlessly, driving me ever upward and onward until my personal universe dissolved into the Big Bang.

Voices gradually drifted in and out through the darkness. "Yeah, she's okay, just leave her alone for a minute . . . Hi brother, what a surprise . . . So who the fuck are you? . . . The lover? And you're okay with this? . . ." 

Men's hands were all over my body. I suddenly realized I could breathe a little easier as my bra was removed. My crotchless panties were gone too, although that didn't make much difference. I was fully recovered, but I kept my eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen next. I'd been laying on my back, now I was being moved and turned. My chest was on the bed but my knees were on the floor. I gasped as the hard cock slid into my butt without any preliminaries. 

It was frightening. I was used to being in control. Even when I was submissive, it was on my terms. Now, the twins had me helpless. With two men against one, Ken couldn't stop them from taking me any way they desired. I wasn't even sure he wanted to. The power of the unknown man invading my body was terrifying and . . . I suddenly realized . . . really exciting. It was amazingly liberating to surrender to his desire. 

He fucked me quickly and violently, eventually shooting a load of hot cum into my ass. When he was spent, another man took his place, then a third. I was cumming continuously and pushing back to match their thrusts as they gang-raped my asshole. They finally left me bent over the bed limp. They were whispering, deciding what to do next. 

I pretended to be unconscious as they lifted me and carried me to the bathroom. The men held me up in the shower and set the nozzle for mist. It was like a warm gentle rain, softly soaking and incredibly erotic. My nipples had stayed erect and the men got hard again almost instantly. Ken backed me against the wall and slow fucked my pussy. I played with the twins' cocks while they fondled my breasts and buttocks. 

"Stop!" I ordered when I felt Ken's balls tightening. "I don't want you to cum. We're all going to play some more."

When we'd all dried off, we moved back into the bedroom. "When did you start having sex with each other?" I asked the twins. We were all lying on the bed.

"We started playing with each other's cocks when we were eleven," Jim answered. "Rubbing them together, jacking each other off, thigh fucking . . ."

"Right before our thirteenth birthday, we started fucking each other's asses," Tim added. 

"But we didn't start sucking each other off until we were almost sixteen," Jim continued. "We both had girlfriends and we got frustrated when they wouldn't do it."

"I've seen you suck each other's cocks," I said. "Now I want to watch you butt-fucking."

The brothers glanced at each other. "Okay," Jim said. "Tim takes bottom, since he's younger . . . by seventeen minutes." Tim obviously didn't mind. He was already on his back in the center of the bed, holding his knees folded against his chest and lifting his butt up into the air. Ken and I moved to kneel on opposite sides of Tim's body while Jim positioned himself between his brother's legs. 

Ken and I each put a hand on one of Tim's butt cheeks, but the position already had him wide open. We watched in fascination as Jim applied his big flat tongue to Tim's asshole, getting it slick with saliva and gradually teasing it open. When Jim finally pulled his face away, we could see Tim's hole was already open wide enough to admit a finger. 

I couldn't resist extending my index finger. Tim clamped it in a delicious way. I worked it around carefully, aware that he was lubricated only with a thin layer of spit. Ken nudged me. He was holding the little squeeze bottle of lubricant. He dripped a thin layer of the lube around my probing digit and I began carefully working it into Tim's tight butt-hole. I finally pulled my finger out, coated it with a thick layer of lube and reinserted it. After a few moments, I decided he was ready for a second finger. It was so exciting watching his cock throb as I worked my crossed fingers inside him. 

Ken's hands were kneading my breasts. They were already swollen, but his manipulations were making them even bigger and tighter. My nipples had grown so hard, they stood out like tiny cocks. Jim was kneeling between his brother's legs, slowly stroking his hard cock and swollen balls as he watched me finger-fucking Tim. 

"Come on Jim," Tim suddenly gasped. "Give me your cock." I pulled my fingers out of Tim's butt, squirted lube onto the palm of my hand and wrapped my fingers around Jim's stiff prick. 

Jim pressed his swollen knob against his twin's asshole and slowly began pushing inward. Tim could easily have taken his whole length in one swift stroke, but Jim was giving Ken and me a show, slowly moving in and out, taking his brother by gradual fractions of an inch. My heart was pounding and I was breathing hard. I love seeing men fuck but watching a man screwing an apparent copy of himself was uniquely exciting. 

I straddled Tim's chest, selfishly blocking most of Ken's view of the twin-on-twin action. He didn't seem to mind. He moved behind me and slid two fingers into my sopping wet snatch. 




Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 03



Now, Jim was through with being slow and gentle. He was driving into Tim's asshole, slamming his crotch against his brother's buttocks with enough force to shake the bed. The apartment walls were heavily soundproofed, but it still seemed like the men were screaming loudly enough to startle the neighbors. 

Tim was jacking off. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his cock. "Don't cum yet," I gasped. Jim was getting really close. "Pull out so we can see you spray that hot sperm," I ordered. My face was directly over Jim's plunging cock. "Do it boy! Fuck your twin brother's ass! Shoot all that man juice for us." 

Jim suddenly screamed and pulled out of Tim's asshole, gripping his throbbing member. A thick wad of semen exploded from his cock-head and splashed between my breasts. The next burst caught me in the face and I involuntarily jerked my head away. He continued cumming violently, spraying his load over Tim's chest, belly and . . . crotch. Finally spent, he fell forward, catching himself with outstretched arms. 

I'd been so excited watching Tim and Jim that I'd hardly noticed what was happening to my own body. Ken's steady finger-fucking had been gradually pushing me toward orgasm and I finally slipped over the edge. Jim's face was inches from my chest. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face between my breasts, holding him there with a death grip as I screamed and thrashed. Finally spent, I fell sideways. Ken caught me and eased me down onto the bed. 

"Look at our little slut-girl," I heard Ken saying. "Her face and tits are all covered with cum. Should we clean her off or leave her dirty, like the naughty girl she is?" 

"I think we should clean Tim," I said, sitting up on the bed. "He's got lots more cum on him than I do." I was staring at the glistening puddles of fluid on his body. "And in such yummy places," I added, diving for a choice patch on his crotch. 

I'm such a cum-slut. I lapped greedily, rudely elbowing a man away when he tried to join me. I finally paused for breath, lifting my body to scan for additional places to clean. 

"Look at our nasty girl," Ken said. "She's got Jim's cum on her face, in her hair and a lot on her tits."

I looked down quickly. My breasts were liberally smeared with slippery man-juice. I wanted to suck my own nipples, but my breasts were too small for that. I decided it was time for the show to continue. 

"Okay Jim, it's your turn," I said. "Bend over and spread your butt cheeks. Tim's going to fuck you now." Tim had only softened slightly after Jim's orgasm. My attention to his cock and balls had fixed that quickly. He moved behind his kneeling older brother and pressed his lubricated cock between Jim's butt cheeks.

Jim gasped as Tim rammed his entire length into his asshole with one violent stroke. 

I was kneeling beside Jim with the palms of my hands resting on his back. My face was inches above his buttocks and I was staring in fascination at Tim's cock driving into his body like a piston. 

Ken thrust his penis into my wet cunt, taking me as violently as Tim was fucking Jim. I started cumming almost immediately, over and over, with each orgasm rolling into the next. I was screaming and thrashing, clinging to Jim's back for support. 

Somehow, I bucked away from Ken, pulling free from his cock. He grabbed me and threw me onto my back. A moment later, he was on top of my convulsing body, opening my legs and fucking me even more roughly than before. 

I was cumming so hard it seemed an earthquake was shaking the building down around us. I saw that Tim had pulled out of Jim's ass and the brothers were kneeling on either side of my head, frantically working their cocks. They came together, spraying wave after wave of hot cum onto my face and hair.

Ken suddenly pulled out of my pussy and scrambled onto my chest, releasing his own load between my breasts. 

I collapsed on the bed with my eyes closed. My heart was pounding and I was gasping for breath. Fortunately, I'm really athletic, so I recovered quickly. 

The men pulled me to my feet and stood me in front of the big wall mirror. "Look at yourself, greedy girl," Ken commanded. "Do you think you got enough cum?"

My reflection showed I really was a mess; cum streaked in my hair, covering my face, coating my tits, and a long thick line of it running down my belly all the way to my pussy lips. My crotch and inner thighs were sticky with my pussy juice. I kissed all three of the men, moved back to the bed and stretched out on my back with my legs open. "Well boys," I said, "it looks like you've got a lot of cleaning to do."

The men worked on me with their tongues for a long time. They didn't get me perfectly clean, in fact, they practically ignored the hair treatment I'd received. I dreamily decided I'd have to punish them for neglecting that. Still, they did a good enough job to get my body screaming for MORE COCK!

Since Tim and Jim had been fucking ass, I sent them to the bathroom to wash up. While they were gone, I decided that Ken's wonderful cock needed cleaning. It was richly coated with his semen and my juices. Yummy!

"Look at that cock-sucking slut!" Jim said. I looked up and saw him and Tim entering the bedroom. Their dicks were already hard.

"I think she needs to be fucked again," Tim seconded.

"You naughty boys," I said, removing Ken's penis from my mouth so I could answer. "I'm all clean and I don't want to get dirty again." I got off the bed and dropped to my knees in the middle of the floor. "Right now, I'm hungry and you're a buffet." 

The men formed a line in front of me with Ken in the middle. It was an amazing sight. Three hard dicks, their heads already shiny with pre-cum, three bulging sets of balls, three handsome athletic men . . . Those beautiful cocks could wait, a bit. I rose to my feet and began kissing, starting with the man I love, then moving to my twin toys. They were all such good kissers. It felt so good pressing my lips against theirs and caressing their tongues with mine, rubbing my hard nipples against their flat muscular chests.

What great appetizers! Now, it was time for the main course. I started with Tim, licking his balls and running my tongue up his shaft. I repeated the process with Ken and Jim, savoring the pre-cum gliding down the sides of their fleshy pillars. I got more aggressive, moving from man to man at random, licking and sucking his cock and balls, wrapping my lips around his crown and lashing his head with my tongue, stroking his shaft and squeezing his balls, backing off when I felt him getting too close to a climax . . . I was so hot. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. 

"Damn that tastes good!" I exclaimed, abruptly getting up and moving to the bed, lying on my back with my legs open and my knees up. "Come here boys. I'm ready to get fucked. Who's first?" 

Ken positioned himself between my thighs and slid his entire length into me with one smooth stroke. "Oh, I love this," I murmured, tightening my pussy muscles around his driving cock. The twins joined us on the bed, one on either side. 

While Ken was screwing me with long mid-tempo thrusts, Tim and Jim were making love to the remainder of my body, kissing my face and neck, massaging and licking my breasts, sucking and twisting my nipples, kissing my belly, rubbing my face and breasts with their cocks . . . 

The men were steadily pushing me upward to orgasm. I clenched my cunt muscles, gripping Ken's penis even tighter as it began to throb. He was thrusting harder now, pounding me violently. I came as I felt him spurting inside me. 

Ken pulled out and another man took his place. I came again as soon as the new cock entered my snatch and came several more times before I felt his hot sperm explode into my pussy. I lost count of the number of orgasms I experienced before the third man finally came.

I lay still with my eyes closed, listening to my pounding heart and feeling the fluids leaking out of my cunt and running down to my buttocks. I was startled when the penis slipped into me. Had I lost count? No, three men had fucked me and each one had climaxed within the past few minutes. My lovers possessed such amazing stamina. 

Disappointingly, this man withdrew after a few strokes. He straddled my chest and pressed his cock head against my lips. I took it into my mouth eagerly. What a wonderful taste! Three men's cum, all mixed with my own juices. I licked and sucked greedily until every drop of the fluid was gone. "Tastes good, huh?" Ken asked.

"Mmmm, hummm!" Such manners, talking with my mouth full. What would Mom say?

Another penis dipped into my juicy snatch and conveyed another taste treat to my eager lips. And a third. What thoughtful men! I forgave them for becoming a little greedy after that and taking turns licking and sucking the remainder of the juice from my pussy. 

I fell asleep after that, surrounded by warm male bodies. We slept through the remainder of the afternoon. It was dark outside when we finally woke up. Ravenous, we raided the refrigerator and drank several bottles of wine. Afterwards, we went back upstairs and played a very sexual version of spin the bottle.

The oversized bed was crowded with four people, but nobody seemed to mind. I was dreamily aware of being fucked several times in the night and woke up amazingly refreshed. 

Ken looked sleepy but very content as he left to catch his plane.

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Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.

Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.



Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 04



The West End Digital team stayed until 10:30 PM Thursday night, finishing the pre-production graphics two days ahead of schedule. Darlene and I met Bill Stone on Friday morning. The rest of the team stayed home. 

When we'd finished with Bill, I took Darlene to lunch. After we'd eaten, I leaned back in the booth and sighed. "It's such a relief getting done early," I said. "I don't have this kind of deadline pressure doing stained glass."

"It can be tough," Darlene agreed. "The long hours and stress are part of the reason I broke up with my boyfriend last month. I don't know what I'm going to do this afternoon. I'm sure too keyed up to go home."

"Why don't you come home with me?" I asked. "I've got a couple of nice big bottles of Merlot and some food. We can get giggly and learn more about each other."

Darlene studied my face for a moment, long enough for me to feel the moisture building between my legs. "Sure," she finally answered. "That'll be fun." 

I admired Darlene's outfit as we sat together on the couch. Her dark purple leather skirt was unusually short. It barely covered her crotch. I could tell she wasn't wearing panties, although she might have a thong. Her form-fitting violet blouse matched the skirt perfectly. It was cut low, showing an impressive amount of cleavage. I could hardly resist the temptation to bury my face between her beautiful breasts. 

We talked about our backgrounds for a while. She was six years older than me and had gotten her Fine Arts degree at UT Austin, just like I had. For a while, we gossiped about the Austin art scene and the professors we'd had in common.

After I'd poured our third glass of wine, the conversation became more personal. "So what are you doing with the twins?" she suddenly asked. "Don't look so startled, dear. You've been discreet, but Hollywood's really a small town."

"Both at once," she marveled after I'd told her some of it. "That must be fun. I've heard they're really good in bed."

"Yes, they definitely are," I agreed, setting my wine on the coffee table and moving slightly on the couch, pressing my leg against Darlene's. She took a sharp breath but didn't move away.

I decided this was the time to go for it. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" 

Darlene finished her wine with one swallow and set the glass on the coffee table before turning to face me. "Only in threesomes with a man," she answered. "It wasn't much fun. I think the women were just doing it to please their boyfriends. What about you?"

"I really like men, but sometimes I meet a woman . . ." I put my hand on her breast, feeling her heart pounding. She looked down at my hand for long seconds, then turned to gaze into my eyes. I pressed my lips against hers. Her mouth opened and our tongues darted against each other.

We kissed for a long time. I finally pulled my lips away from hers and began showering her with tender kisses, on her nose, closed eyelids, forehead, cheeks, ears, neck . . . the places I love to be kissed. Darlene had her arms around me, holding me close. She was breathing hard and running her fingers through my hair. 

When we finally separated, I pushed the coffee table away and straddled her on the couch, trapping her hips between my thighs. With fumbling fingers, I unfastened her buttons and pulled her blouse open, exposing the half-bra supporting her breasts. 

I caught her nipples and began gently rolling them between my thumbs and index fingers. They were growing long and hard under my touch and her areolae were already getting puffy. 

Darlene's hands were on my breasts, stroking them through the thin fabric of my blouse. My panties were already soaked. Soon my juices would be flowing down my thighs. The air was full of my sharp scent. 

"Let me open my legs," Darlene gasped. I got up and stood in front of her. She was just as hot and wet as I was. Our combined smell was overwhelming. She flipped her skirt up, revealing a tiny white thong. She roughly pulled the thong to one side, exposing her dripping snatch. I dropped to my knees between her legs. "Stick your finger in," she commanded. My index finger slid into her easily. "Oh yeah!" she said, reaching into her bra and releasing her breasts. "Give me another one."

She sank back on the couch, squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples as I drove my crossed fingers violently into her cunt. "Oh, this is so hot!" she exclaimed. "You're finger-fucking me. I'm . . ." Darlene startled me by suddenly screaming and arching her back as her pussy muscles clamped on my thrusting fingers. Her snatch throbbed as she thrashed on the couch. 

"I can't believe you came this quickly," I whispered when she was finally spent. I'd never even gotten close to her clit.

"I cum really easily," she answered. "But I've never gotten off with a woman before. Not like this."

"Most of the times I've been with women have been in three-ways with Ken," I said. "It's fun, but I've mostly been turned on by his excitement. You're different. I've wanted you from the first instant we met." I'd unbuttoned my blouse as I was speaking and moved onto the couch, kneeling between her open thighs. Darlene pressed the palms of her hands against my bare breasts. 

"I'm scared," Darlene confessed as she continued kneading my breasts and pinching my pebble-hard nipples. "But I want you, too."

"Come on, baby," I said, getting to my feet and extending my hand. "Let's go to the bedroom." We went up the stairs holding hands. 

Darlene and I stopped at the foot of the bed, staring at our reflections in the mirror over the headboard. "I never imagined we'd be doing this," she said. "I've thought about it, but I didn't think it would really happen."

"Do you want to stop?" I asked. "There's still time."

"That would hardly be fair," she said, smiling suddenly. "Not after cumming with your fingers in my pussy and splashing you with my juice." She turned to face me and moved into my arms. "Just kiss me again."

We kissed for a long luxurious time, our tongues tenderly stroking each other. Whatever hesitation Darlene had felt about making love with another woman was obviously gone. Her arms were wrapped around my back, holding us tightly together. The feeling of our bare breasts rubbing together was intensely erotic. 

Darlene purred as I reached under her skirt and cupped her buttocks. Those muscular mounds of flesh felt even better against my palms than I'd fantasized. I wanted to kiss, lick and even bite them, but that could wait. She was grinding her crotch against mine, arousing me in a way no man had ever done. 

My body was already starting to vibrate when Darlene moved her hands down onto my butt. When she reached inside my soaked panties and slipped a finger into my crack, it pushed me over the edge. "I'm . . . cummmmming!" I gasped in surprise as my body began to shake. 

"Wow!" I whispered when my orgasm had subsided. My knees were suddenly weak. I might have collapsed if Darlene hadn't been holding me so tightly. "That was so good."

When she was sure I could stand unassisted, Darlene released me and moved away. "It's wonderful," she said as she was removing her blouse and placing it on the dresser. "You cum like me." She unfastened her bra and placed it beside the blouse. Her skirt followed it an instant later. She stepped out of her shoes and stood grinning at me, clad only in her tiny white thong. 

"Come on, baby," she commanded. "Strip for me." It only took me a moment to discard my skirt, blouse and shoes. We stood still, staring at each other for a timeless period. I'd never imagined I'd be so filled with lust for another woman. 

I was torn between two desires. One was to leap on Darlene like a tigress and ravish her. The other was to grab my sketchpad and capture her erotic intensity for eternity. Later, she told me she'd been having the same feelings. 

Lust won out. Moving as one, we approached, each putting a hand on the other woman's crotch. "You're dripping," Darlene marveled, "just as wet as me."

"You're so hot," I breathed. My hand was moist with her juices. I lifted it to my mouth and licked my palm. "I love your scent and taste."

I was suddenly intensely aware of my own damp panties. I'd given in to so many forbidden desires. That little scrap of wet cloth was the final barrier to my lust for another woman. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled my panties down in one swift motion. They fell around my ankles and I stepped out of them. 

Darlene stared at my nakedness for long seconds, took a breath so deep it was almost shuddering, and removed her own thong. A heartbeat later, we were locked in our first truly nude embrace. 

My hands prowled her body, exploring every curve and indentation. "You have such a wonderful full figure," I whispered. "I feel like a boy next to you."

"Baby, you're not a boy," she answered. "You're a woman. A damn sexy woman!" She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. She settled on her back and I straddled her hips. Looking down at her magnificent breasts and swollen areolae, I remembered my earlier burning desire to bury my face between them. I reached out and began stroking them, marveling at their plump firmness. 

"Come on baby," Darlene gasped, gripping the back of my neck and pulling my face down onto her tits. "Suck my nipples." I stared for an instant before taking one in my mouth. They were already sticking out a full half-inch, as long as mine ever grew. 

Her nipple was astonishing. It continued growing thicker and longer as I sucked it and flicked my tongue over its tip. It was like going down on a tiny cock. "It feels so good," Darlene finally said, "but that's only one. The other needs attention, too." No problem. I couldn't get enough of her. When I finally lifted my face from Darlene's chest, I was amazed at the sight. Her erect nipples looked almost exactly like miniature penises. I began pinching and twisting them, jacking them off. I almost expected them to spurt cum. 

I finally abandoned Darlene's wonderful breasts and began moving down her body, kissing, licking and occasionally gently biting her chest and belly. I opened her legs and stared in awe at her heated pussy. The inner lips were so swollen they protruded past her full outer lips. Her pubic area was gleaming with her juices.

The sight and smell were so overwhelming, I could barely resist my desire to bury my face in her smoldering center and drive into her burning core. Instead, I began kissing and nibbling the insides of her thighs, driving her wild with passion. "Please baby," she finally gasped. "Eat me out."

That was the invitation I'd been waiting for. I was kneeling between her open legs with my face inches above her crotch. Except for a luxuriant bikini patch above her outer lips, the area was baby-smooth, without the traces of shaving stubble that my pussy usually wore. I slowly ran my flat tongue up her plump, fluid-shiny lips, savoring her taste. After a few long tongue strokes, she was moaning with excitement. 

Her vulva was still closed. Now I pressed the tip of my stiff tongue into her fold and began working it around her interior. Darlene quickly became impatient with this slow erotic torment. She reached down and opened herself fully. "Eat my cunt! Now!" she demanded. "Please," she added an instant later. 

I was just as ready as Darlene. I slid my tongue into her hole, as deep as it would go, loving the taste and feel of her slick walls. I sucked gently and was rewarded with a mouthful of her sweet juice. The taste was just as good as a man's cum. I dove back into her snatch, vigorously tongue-fucking her. 

She was groaning and working her hips in time with my tongue thrusts. Occasionally, I'd pull out and flick my tongue across her clit, making her scream. I was on the brink of cumming from sheer excitement. It was time to push her over the edge. I pulled my tongue out and drove two fingers into her dripping snatch. 

Darlene bucked and screamed, matching my motions as I finger-fucked her violently. Her hands were on her breasts, roughly twisting and squeezing her nipples. When I bent down and wrapped my lips around her clitoris, she grabbed my head and pushed it away. "Not that," she gasped, "I'm too sensitive." 

An instant later, her body started shaking. I continued ramming my fingers into her hot cunt as she came wildly beneath me. Her orgasm finally ran its course, but I continued mercilessly stimulating her, occasionally bending my fingertips to catch her G-spot, making her cum again. She wrapped her beautiful muscular legs around my waist and squeezed me like a python. I held on and drove her ruthlessly from climax to climax until she'd finally exhausted her strong body and lay limp on the bed. 

I moved beside her, pressing my body against her side and draping an arm over her heaving chest. Her heart was pounding like a hammer. She had a wonderful expression of total satisfaction. I held her tenderly and planted gentle kisses on her face as her athletic body quickly recovered. 

Darlene finally opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "Oh Ginger," she whispered, "I never imagined sex with a woman could be so good." She pressed her lips against mine. It was a tender, sisterly kiss . . . for the first few seconds. Then she attacked my mouth with a hunger that was breath-taking in its intensity, gripping the back of my head and pulling me to her. 

My head was already spinning when she growled, "On your back babe!" She was on top of me in an instant. I run several miles and work out on our home exercise machine every day, so I'm strong and agile. Still, I felt helpless in the face of Darlene's amazing physicality. She would have her way with me and there was nothing I could do to stop her. 

The thought of her dominating me was unbelievably arousing. "Take me honey," I gasped, "as rough as you want. I'm ready for you."

She started out gently, kissing my face and down my neck. Reaching my breasts, she began licking and sucking my nipples, occasionally nipping them just sharply enough to give me a little touch of pain. 

Darlene couldn't get enough of my breasts. She was kissing and licking them all over, as well as kneading them, gently at first, then more vigorously when she realized I wanted more roughness. Ken's a notorious tit freak, but Darlene had my breasts firmer and more swollen than even he had ever managed. "I've got other body parts," I finally gasped, pushing her away from my chest.

She began working her way down my belly, licking, kissing and occasionally biting. I could hardly believe how excited I was from Darlene's love-making. She hadn't even reached my crotch, but I could feel the juices leaking from my cunt and trickling down between my buttocks. I was overwhelmed by her sheer female physicality. 

"Your pussy is so swollen," she marveled when she finally opened me. "You're so hot, wet . . . and red. It looks like you're on fire."

"I am, baby," I gasped. "You've got me burning up."

I screamed as Darlene thrust her tongue into my snatch. Wild with passion, she licked my pussy walls and gulped my juices. I almost came every time her tongue accidentally slipped out of my cunt and lashed my clit. 

"Suck my clit," I finally commanded. "Finger-fuck me." Darlene complied eagerly. I came almost as soon as she wrapped her lips around my swollen love bud. She held on while I thrashed and moaned beneath her. When I was spent, she resumed her efforts, hooking her fingers up upwards to catch my G-spot, almost instantly driving me to an even more intense orgasm. 

"No more," I whispered, pushing her away. "Just hold me." I pulled her on top of me and wrapped my arms around her back, luxuriating in the feel of her body covering mine. In my daily life, I'm always so strong and in control. It's wonderful to relax and be totally dominated by a lover, all safe and secure. 

"I love this lull," I thought dreamily. "Darlene is so good . . . better than any man, except Ken." As usual, my desire, so recently satiated, was growing again, becoming even sharper and more intense than before. 

Darlene's head was down with her cheek pressing against mine. She lifted her head when I began running my fingertips up and down her back. We kissed, first tenderly, then fiercely, with our passion building second by second. I finally pulled my lips away from hers and announced, "I want to get fucked."

"How, honey?" Darlene asked. "Have you got a strap-on?" 

"Look in the nightstand," I answered, giggling. A moment later, Darlene was examining the elaborate harness. It had a flesh-colored eight-inch cock and balls dildo pointing outwards, a six-inch dildo facing inwards and a four-inch butt plug in back. "I bought it to fuck the twins in their asses," I explained. "I never got around to using it on them."

"I don't think I can use this part," Darlene said, pointing to the butt plug. "I've never done anal."

"That's okay," I answered. "It comes off easily." 

It only took a couple of minutes to remove the butt plug and strap Darlene into the harness. She was so wet the inward-facing dildo slid smoothly up her snatch. "I love strap-ons," she purred, admiring herself in the big wall mirror as she stroked her artificial cock. "My boyfriends have really liked having me fuck their asses."

"Okay babe," she said, turning to me, putting her hands on my shoulders and forcing me to my knees. "You've got a chick with a dick. Now suck my big hard cock."

I love cocks. The dildo lacked many of the characteristics of a real man, his warm velvety-smooth skin, the taste and texture of his leaking pre-cum, the way he grows harder in my mouth as I suck him, his throbbing and spurting . . . but it was still exciting. Darlene was really getting off too, partially from the sight of me going down on that massive tool and partially from the motion of the dildo in her own snatch. 

"That feels so good," Darlene said. "Now, are you ready to get this chick's dick stuck up your hot cunt?" When I nodded, she continued, "Okay, get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed." I scrambled to comply, positioning myself at the foot of the bed. Looking at the wall mirror in front of me, I watched Darlene move behind me. "Does my little slut still want it rough?" she purred, caressing my butt cheeks.

"Oh yes, Mistress!" I replied. 

An instant later, I screamed in pain and surprise as she slapped my butt. "That's 'Yes, please' to you!" she snapped. "And don't call me 'Mistress!'"

"Yes, please! Fuck your slut's cunt, as roughly as you want!"

"Good girl," Darlene said as she positioned the dildo. I gasped as she rammed her entire length into me, slamming the balls against my swollen pussy lips. "Was that rough enough for you?"

"Yes. Please do it rough. Please pound me with your big hard cock."

"Very well." She gripped my waist for support and began driving into me violently. It was wonderful. I was cumming almost continuously from her relentless thrusts. The inward-facing dildo was fucking Darlene just as hard and fast as she was screwing me. In the mirror, I could see her cumming with me. 

A man thrusting as deeply as Darlene was doing would have ejaculated quickly. She continued for minute after ecstatic minute, giving us both uncounted orgasms. Her athletic body finally failed and she collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. 

It felt good laying on my stomach with Darlene's weight on top of me and her breasts pressing against my back. After a short time, she said, "I've been thinking about the way you had the strap-on set up. You're a butt-slut, aren't you babe?"

"Yes, I love taking a big hard cock up my asshole. Please make me your little anal-slut."

"That's good," Darlene growled, "because I'm going to fuck the hell out of your little slut ass." She proceeded to do just that, quickly lubricating the dildo, then driving it into my asshole. "You just took it," she marveled afterwards. "It's so long and thick and you just took the whole thing."




Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 04



"I told you I loved it," I answered, shivering with pleasure. I'd cum over and over with Darlene fucking my butt. Exhausted from all the sex, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was dark outside when we woke up. Ravenous, we went downstairs naked and attacked the refrigerator. Afterwards, we sat for a long time, drinking more wine and talking about men, sex and romance. We finally went back to bed and made slow tender love. 

Darlene was on her back with her legs in the air. I was on top of her with my head between her thighs, running my tongue up and down her butt-crack and pausing occasionally to kiss her little rosebud. She pulled her mouth away from my snatch and said, "Ginger, I want something I've never done."

"What's that, baby?"

"I want you to fuck my ass."

I didn't bother asking if she was sure. I knew Darlene never said anything she didn't mean. "Okay baby, I'll butt-fuck you. Are you scared?"

"A little bit, but I still want to do it."

"Don't worry, I'll take my time and be gentle." I turned my attention to her magnificent muscular buttocks, kissing, licking and occasionally gently biting them all over. I'd wanted to put my hands and mouth on those beautiful mounds of flesh from the moment I'd met Darlene. Now they were mine. 

I slowly worked my way to her center, slowly circling her little puckered hole with my wet tongue. She was breathing hard and the juice was oozing steadily out of her pussy and running down her belly. With her super-sensitivity, I was sure she was already close to orgasm. I began licking her rosebud, wetting it with long flat tongue strokes. 

She was so close to cumming, I couldn't resist pushing her over. I slid two fingers into her dripping snatch, angling them to catch her G-spot, while I wrapped my lips around her clit and began flicking it lightly with my tongue. That did it. She screamed and began thrashing under me. 

When Darlene had spent herself, I turned my attention back to her asshole, putting my tongue in the center, wetting it and gently teasing it open. She relaxed quickly. I stuck my little finger into my mouth to wet it, then pressed the tip against her tight little hole and gently applied pressure. My finger easily slid in, up to the first joint. "Good girl," I whispered as I began slowly rotating my finger. In a few moments, she'd relaxed enough to take the rest of my finger. 

"That feels so good," she gasped, caressing my probing finger with her anal muscles. "No, don't stop!" she protested a minute later as I began withdrawing my finger. 

"Don't worry," I answered reassuringly. "I've got more for you." I stuck my index finger into her hot wet cunt to lubricate it, then slid it smoothly into her asshole. "Oh God!" she screamed. "That feels so good!" I began finger-fucking her vigorously, quickly driving her to another orgasm. 

"Baby, you're a real anal slut," I said. "You just didn't know it until now. It's time for something bigger," I continued, pulling my finger out of her butt and getting to my feet.

"That dildo?" she asked, obviously alarmed. "It's so big. Is Ken that size?" 

"No," I answered, opening the nightstand drawer and removing several objects. "Ken has a nice six-inch cock and I'm going to start you out easy. Now get on your hands and knees." 

Darlene watched intently as I removed the giant dildo from the strap-on and replaced it with a smaller model. I wondered about reattaching the butt-plug. Would the additional stimulation make it too hard for me to keep control? I did it anyway. A few moments later, I had a new cock. Three new cocks, if you counted the dildos I'd slid into my pussy and ass while attaching the harness. 

I moved behind her on the bed and put my face between her butt-cheeks. Her little rosebud was opening even before I touched it with the tip of my tongue. "Good butt-slut," I breathed. She gasped and squirmed with pleasure as I licked her hole. "Baby, I love the way your ass tastes," I whispered as I pulled my face away and slid my lubricated index finger inside her. 

"You're so hot and tight," I said. "Now I'm going to give you another finger." I crossed my middle and index fingers, lubricated them carefully, and began sliding them into Darlene's butt-hole. "That's good, babe," I said encouragingly. "Your asshole is the most beautiful one I've ever seen, especially with my crossed fingers slowly pressing inward, opening you, stretching you. Does it hurt?"

"A bit," she gasped. 

I kissed her butt, as close to her center as I could get with my fingers in the way. "Sweet little asshole," I whispered. "Relax your muscles . . . yeah, like that. You're a brave girl . . . and an anal slut in the making." 

"Tighten your muscles again, harder! God, you squeeze good. Relax again now. Okay? My fingers are half way in. I'm going to start pulling them out. Just a little. Now back in. Feel that? I'm in a little further. Work your muscles while I'm moving in and out. Yeah, that's right!"

"I'm all the way in now, moving slowly in and out. Yeah. Push back while I push in. Feels good, doesn't it?"

I looked at our reflections in the mirror. Darlene's wonderful face was glowing with anticipation, mixed with a touch of fear. I was right behind her, wearing the expression of a satyr. I briefly thought of Ken tenderly preparing me for this moment. I wondered what it's like to be a man, to have a real penis with flesh, blood and nerves? How does it feel to push your cock into a woman's body?

Still finger-fucking Darlene's asshole, I guided the dildo's head to her pussy mouth and slid my fake cock inside. She screamed in excitement as I took her cunt. The sight of my prick sliding in and out, combined with the sensations produced by the probes in my twin holes made it hard to keep control. I wanted to thrust blindly into her, violently driving myself to an explosive orgasm. Fearful of hurting her, I held back . . . a little. She finally came, screaming and thrashing beneath me. I held on and continued fucking her through her climax. It was so exciting, I almost came myself. 

"Are you ready?" I asked as I was smearing lubricant on the dildo's head and shaft, coating it carefully. I already knew the answer. "This is it," I said after Darlene nodded. I placed the smoothly rounded head of my cock at the entrance to her asshole and slowly pushed forward, stretching and opening her wider than my two crossed fingers had done. "Does it hurt? My cock head is all the way in. Ready for more?" 

Darlene nodded again. Good. I slowly pushed inward, stopping and withdrawing slightly when her muscles resisted too strongly. "You're so hot and tight." I moved back and forth, gradually advancing. "Feel my balls. I'm all the way in. Are you going to . . . Oh, yeah! Cum for me!"

"Wow! That felt so good. Now, I'm really going to fuck you. Don't we look great, reflected in the mirror? Why is your face all screwed up? You're cumming again! You naughty girl, you really are an anal slut."

"Brace yourself. I can't hold back any longer." I was thrusting into her fast and deep, slamming my pelvis against her buttocks. She was pushing back at me, synchronizing her motions with mine. The dildos inside my cunt and asshole were fucking me just as hard as I was fucking Darlene's ass.

I was gasping for breath, pounding her ass so hard I was almost knocking her over. She was cumming and cumming. I was so close . . . I stopped abruptly for an instant, all the way in, with my balls pressed against her buttocks. I pulled almost completely out, then rammed my cock home. A split second later, I did it again. And again and again, cumming all the time, as I drove Darlene to her strongest orgasm of the evening. We finally collapsed together, panting as if we'd been wrestling jaguars.

Later, I kissed her and held her closely as we relaxed in bed. "That was fantastic! You were absolutely wonderful. I've never fucked a woman before. Was I okay for a virgin?"

"You were absolutely fantastic," Darlene answered, giggling. "I have a confession to make."

"What's that babe?"

"I wasn't quite an anal virgin. I have a glass dildo, one of my favorite toys. It warms to my body temperature. It has a wonderful texture and slips, slides and rolls around so smoothly. One end is shaped like a slim four-inch penis. The other end has a tip like a bumpy golf ball. It's nice to twist and turn, to rub in and all around my lips, my clit and in my pussy to stimulate my G-spot."

"I've used that sweet little glass dildo to train my rosebud to let something in. I like to kneel in front of a mirror. I'll put the bumpy end on the floor and slowly lower my ass onto it. It helps when I can totally control pace, speed and depth. I can go for a nice ride, watching all along the way, with my hands free to do other things. It feels delightful fucking myself in the ass, but having you do it was really amazing."

"Oh babe, that's so cool!" I exclaimed, kissing Darlene again. "Can I watch you play with your toy some time?"

"You bet!" she answered. "Up to now, it's been just for me. But I'd love sharing it with you."

We rested for a while, first kissing and talking softly, then lying still, simply enjoying the closeness of each others' bodies. Eventually I became restless, although not for sex. For the moment, all my desires in that area were completely satisfied. "Darlene, will you pose for me. I really want to try drawing you."

"Honey, I'd love to sit for you, but it's been a long day and I'm sort of tired. Do you have a camera?"

"Sure," I answered. "That's what I was planning. I usually work from photos, anyway."

"Great! I want to take some pictures of you, too."

We took a few shots of each other, then decided we looked pretty disheveled after a full afternoon and evening of sex. We got into the shower together and spent a long, increasingly erotic time soaping each others' bodies and washing each others' hair. After hastily toweling off, I took a lot of steamy photos of dripping-wet Darlene. I climbed back into the shower to get wet again and she shot me. The photo session turned sexual and we made each other cum in the middle of the bathroom floor. 

Afterwards, we dried off and fixed our hair and makeup, not that either of us used much more than lipstick. We went through the apartment, playfully taking turns snapping each other in all sorts of erotic poses. Darlene delighted me by lifting her breasts to her mouth and sucking her own nipples. We finally ended up back on the incredibly rumpled bed, having wild sex. 

Darlene was on her back. I was between her spread legs, eating her out. She suddenly gasped, "Suck my clit babe, really hard." She really went wild, thrashing on the bed, squeezing my head between her thighs with a grip like a vise, cumming and cumming. When it got too intense, she pushed me away. Seconds later, she grabbed me back. "Stop for a minute," she finally gasped. "I'm burning up." After a brief pause, she begged me to eat her some more. 

We finally collapsed in exhaustion. "Wow!" Darlene whispered as we clung together. "I usually haven't liked a lot of attention on my clit. When I'd get the really big intense orgasm from that, I'd be done. Today, I decided to throw that idea out the window. It was left over from the old days, anyway."

My tiger woman turned on me, driving me to several explosive orgasms. Afterwards, basking in the glow of total satisfaction, I fell asleep almost instantly. When I woke up, it was cold. Pale silvery moonlight was shining into the room. I was alone in the bed. I sat up abruptly. "Darlene?" I called.

"It's okay honey," she answered from the shadows. "I got up to look at the moon and I've been standing here watching you sleep. You're so beautiful." She came back to bed. "Oh! You're so cold!" she exclaimed. "Poor dear! I'll fix that." She spread the quilt over the bed and pressed her body against mine. I fell asleep almost instantly, bathed in her warmth. 

We woke up late Saturday morning, went out for breakfast, came back to the loft and made love until mid-afternoon. I unloaded the camera into the office computer and burned CDs for Darlene and me. After she left, I spent the remainder of the day catching up with email and languidly preparing to return home. That night, I dreamed about her.

Three weeks later, she sent me a full-sized print of a stunning oil painting. It was the two of us together, not quite touching but crackling with sexual intensity. Our faces were flushed, our nipples were swollen and the dampness between our legs was almost visible. I came while staring at it. 

The day before I received the print, I'd sent Darlene a copy of the colored pencil nude I'd done of her. I thought about her all the time. We were talking on the phone and emailing each other every day. I loved Ken more than ever, but I was also falling in love with Darlene. I wondered if she felt the same way. 

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Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.

Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.



Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 05



The flight home on Sunday was relaxing. I'd switched from early morning to mid afternoon and I had the entire row of seats to myself. I spent most of the time with my sketch pad, drawing gorgeous naked Darlene from memory. Several men and a couple of women paused to stare at my drawing as they walked up the aisle. One guy stood looking over my shoulder for a long time and finally left with a definite erection. I couldn't get her out of my mind. By the time we were approaching Austin, my thong was moist.

I practically ran up the ramp into the concourse. Seconds later, I was plastered against Ken, giving him a long open-mouthed kiss and thrilling to the stiffening in his groin. When we finally separated, I noticed several people staring at us. I almost hoped they'd applaud. One sweet-looking old lady gave me a lewd wink.

We saw a handicapped restroom. Nobody was watching, so we ducked inside. That's when we started kissing in earnest; mouths, faces, ears, necks . . . Ken unbuttoned my blouse and began kissing my breasts. My nipples hardened rapidly under his lips. I removed my blouse and skirt. The floor was a little dirty, so I set my clothes carefully on top of my briefcase. 

"Your thong is soaking wet," Ken commented as he helped me step out of the little scrap of fabric. "The juice is starting to run down your legs," he continued as he sank to his knees. I gripped the back of his head, pulling him to me as he plunged his tongue into my burning core. He alternated between tongue-fucking my pussy and lapping my juices with licking and sucking my clit, pushing me to the edge of orgasm. 

"Come on baby," I said, stepping away and bracing my back against the wall. "I'm ready for your cock." I could see most of my body in the mirror, naked except for my watch, gold ankh necklace, dark gray nylons and shiny black pumps. My face was flushed, my erect nipples crowned my swollen breasts, my inner thighs were shiny with the juices dripping from my open pussy . . . 

"Is your camera in the briefcase?" Ken asked. I nodded. He dug it out, checked the settings and snapped shots from several angles. "Portrait of a woman ready to get fucked," he said with satisfaction as he put the camera down.

"Did you get the juice running down my legs?" I asked as I unzipped his pants and released his throbbing erection and bulging balls.

"At the resolution I was using, that'll show up fine," Ken answered as he pressed his body against mine. 

I wrapped my hand around his engorged pole and guided him to the mouth of my cunt. "I've been waiting for this all week," I whispered. 

"Just for this cock and no other?" Ken asked. His hands were kneading my breasts and he was pinching and twisting my nipples with his fingers as his cock head began opening me. 

"Oh yeah!" The sensation of his entire length slipping into me made me give my answer extra emphasis. "No matter how many men I have, you'll always be my favorite fuck."

"I know, baby," Ken said as he began sliding in and out. "You're my favorite piece of ass, the slut of my dreams, the cunt I always want to fill, and especially . . . the woman I love, even when I'm not fucking you."

"I love you too," I replied, tightening and loosening my pussy muscles in time with his thrusts. "Always . . . in and out of bed." 

"We're sure out of bed right now," he said, a little breathlessly. He was thrusting hard, now, working his cock to catch my G-spot. 

"Oh baby . . . I'm cumming!" I gasped. Ken held me up against the wall and continued driving into me as I thrashed and moaned. The orgasm washed over me like a series of ocean waves, tossing and battering me, eventually passing and leaving me with an amazing feeling of clarity. I swear I could feel everything; each individual drop of sweat on our struggling bodies, the ridges on Ken's fingertips pressing against my skin, each vein on his penis, the dancing air molecules around us . . . Ken had shifted his position so his shaft was vigorously rubbing my clit, pushing me inexorably to an even more intense climax. His cock was throbbing now. I came as he released wave after wave of hot cum into my pussy. 

"Wow, that was great," I said dreamily as I came back to reality. Ken still held me pinned against the wall and his penis was still inside me, only slightly softened. He pressed his mouth against mine and we kissed for a long time.

"I suppose we'd better go," I finally said, glancing at my watch. Ken looked at me strangely, but didn't comment. He steadied me as I put the thong back on. It felt so clammy, I almost skipped it, but my skirt was really short and we were going to be out in public for a while. The tiny piece of cloth would be invisible to the people around us, but I still wanted to be covered after being fucked so vigorously in the busy airport. At least, it would keep the juices and cum in my pussy from dripping on the floor. 

"Do you really need to pee?" I asked as Ken stepped in front of the toilet.

"No, but my cock will be leaking cum for the next half hour if I don't."

"My thong is soaked, but I'm wearing it. You can be uncomfortable with me." 

"Okay, that's fair," Ken agreed. He kissed me again. I bent over to kiss his penis. It was gleaming with my pussy juices and his cum. I loved the taste. 

We got dressed and left the bathroom. I stopped Ken as he was heading for the exit. "Not that way. I want to stop off in the bar." We were running a few minutes late, but I didn't think that would be a problem. 

* * * * *

There were only a few customers in the bar. A tall attractive blonde woman in a flight attendant's uniform was sitting at the bar drinking bottled water. She smiled and stood up as we went in. "Hi Tawny," I said, moving to hug her. 

"You must be Ken," Tawny said, taking Ken's hand and squeezing it warmly. "Ginger's told me a lot about you in the emails we've been exchanging over the last couple of weeks."

"I'm so glad to meet you," Ken answered. I could already sense the heat building between him and Tawny, just like I'd hoped. "Do you have a layover in Austin?" he continued, putting a little extra stress on "lay." I remembered what Ken had said shortly after we'd met, "I'm a writer and we do it with words." I was so thrilled to be bringing him a special present from my trip. I'd changed flights so I could be on the same plane as Tawny.

"That's right," Tawny answered. "I fly out tomorrow morning. It's less than twenty-fours to flight time, so I can't drink, but Ginger promised me a steak dinner."

"We can certainly manage that," Ken answered. "Let's go." 

When we reached the car, I insisted on taking the back seat. "It's a little early for supper," Ken remarked as we were pulling out of the parking garage. "Want to go to the house for a while? It should be really nice on the patio and I just made some fresh lemonade."

"That sounds wonderful," Tawny answered, reaching over the console and giving Ken's thigh a quick squeeze. "I want to get out of this uniform anyway."

During the drive home, our small talk quickly evolved into a game of making double entendres. Tawny was as nasty as I'd hoped. My thong had dried out in the airport, but it was rapidly growing moist again. As soon as we'd parked in the garage, Tawny said, "Okay Ken, let it out."

"Let what out?" Ken asked innocently as he punched the button to lower the garage door.

"Your cock, of course," she answered. "It must hurt, being so hard and trapped in your pants."

Ken released his seat belt. A second later, I heard the sound of him pulling his zipper down. Tawny leaned over the console and put her face into his lap. 

I got out of the car, opened the driver's door and bent down to kiss Ken. He had a big smile on his face. Tawny was obviously an excellent cock sucker. I looked more closely. Ken is big enough that I have to make an effort to take his entire length. She was doing it without any difficulty. 

She finally lifted her face, leaving Ken's rod gleaming with pre-cum and saliva. "That was really tasty," she commented. "Now I know why you two were late meeting me in the bar."

"Let's go inside," Ken said, preparing to get out of the car. "We can play in comfort. I know Ginger wants some, too." 

Once in the house, Ken excused himself and went to the bathroom. Although I'd used the facilities on the plane a few minutes before landing, I'd normally have followed him. I love holding his dick and guiding the stream while he pees. That was also a way of avoiding being alone with another woman. My time with Darlene had changed me. I couldn't wait to get my hands on Tawny. 

"What a beautiful room," Tawny said as I led her into the great room we'd added to the back of the house. Two of the walls were mostly windows, practically making it an air conditioned patio. 

"What a beautiful woman," I countered, pulling Tawny close and kissing her full on the lips. She was my height, but her breasts and buttocks were fuller and her hips were wider than mine. Tawny wrapped her arms around my back and held me tightly, pressing our breasts together. My nipples were already tight. Hers felt curiously hard and flat. 

"You've seen Ken's dick and tasted the juices from our 'welcome home' fuck," I purred as I opened her dark blue uniform jacket, unfastened her necktie and began undoing the buttons on her white blouse. "Now, I'm going to see and taste your tits." I got a surprise when I pulled Tawny's blouse open. She wasn't wearing a bra and her swollen nipples were surrounded by metal flowers. I bent down to examine them more closely. The "flowers" were thin gold wire, bent into petals stretching across her broad areolas. For a second I thought she was pierced, then I realized the decorations were simply held in place by pressure.

Tawny gasped with pleasure as I experimentally flicked my tongue across a nipple. "Oh yeah," she whispered, gripping the back of my head and pulling my mouth against her breast. "I don't usually wear tit jewelry while flying. It's too distracting. But I wanted to be all horny for you."

I lost myself in her big firm breasts and amazing swollen nipples. The feel of metal against my sucking lips was strangely exciting. Tawny was stroking my hair. Her heartbeat was growing more rapid and she was breathing harder. It was startling when Ken asked, "May I cut in?"

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had been wondering when Ken would show up. He'd been watching for several minutes, but Tawny and I had been too focused on each other to notice. I reluctantly moved aside and he pressed his face against her chest. 

I quickly stripped down to nylons and pumps, then removed Tawny's jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her dressed in light gray stockings, shiny black shoes and frilly black translucent panties. I was already hot and the sight of Ken worshiping Tawny's beautiful breasts was really setting me off. My juices were already starting to run down my inner thighs. I dipped a finger into my steaming cunt and rubbed it against Tawny's lip. She took it into her mouth and sucked greedily. 

Ken dropped to his knees, pulled Tawny's panties to one side and pressed his face against her crotch. I moved behind her and began rubbing my breasts against her bare back and playing with her tits, occasionally pausing to feed her another pussy-juice dipped finger. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping for breath. I steadied her as she began cumming in the middle of the floor. 

After she finished, Ken stood up. His face was gleaming with her juices. When I was sure Tawny could stand on her own, I moved to him and began kissing and licking his face. Her taste was wonderful. I could hardly wait to sample it more directly. 

* * * * *

"Come on," I said. "Let's go up to the bedroom." Ken picked up Tawny's suitcase and carried it upstairs. I whipped the quilt off the bed and opened the curtains, flooding the room with bright afternoon sunlight, while Ken undressed. 

"Such a beautiful cock," Tawny murmured, wrapping one hand around his mammoth erection and caressing his balls with her other hand. 

"Just a minute, slut!" I snapped, slapping Tawny's ass, making a noise like a pistol shot. She spun around, staring at me in shock. "You don't touch him until you get out of those panties. I want your pussy . . . right now."

"Oh yeah?" she shot back, grinning widely. "You want 'em, you come and take 'em!"

"Winner gets the first fuck," Ken announced as he stepped out of the way. 

I pounced, knocking Tawny onto the bed and throwing myself on top of her. We wrestled for several minutes. I'm quite athletic, but she was every bit as strong and agile. By the time we'd finished, my nylons were torn and Tawny had lost one of her nipple decorations, leaving angry red scratches, although we didn't notice that until later. She was on her back. I'd shredded her panties, exposing her closely-trimmed blond pubic hair, and was on top with my face buried in her snatch. Her legs were wrapped around my waist. Ken was kneeling over her head and she was eagerly sucking his cock and balls. 

"Sorry, Tawny," Ken finally said, turning around and positioning himself behind me. "Ginger won, so she gets fucked first.

"No fair!" she protested.

"The judge's decision is final," Ken countered, sliding his cock into my slick pussy. "You can lick my balls while I fuck her."

I continued eating Tawny out while Ken drove his prick into my snatch. Her clit was swollen like a tiny cock. I was licking and sucking it vigorously, alternating that with thrusting my tongue into her vagina, licking her walls and lapping her sweet juices. She started quivering beneath me. She was going to . . . I clamped my lips around her clit, sucking as hard as possible as I jammed two fingers into her cunt . . . setting her off violently.

Ken had remained still with his cock deep inside me while Tawny was cumming. He whispered, "Time to trade places," when her orgasm had finally subsided. He lifted the dazed woman's legs so her ankles were resting on his shoulders and entered her while I moved up her body and lowered my crotch onto her face. She licked my clit and snatch while he fucked her until she came again. I was already close to climax when Ken thrust his tongue into my asshole, pushing me over the edge.

"I'm tired of doing all the work," Ken announced, pulling out of Tawny's pussy and lying on his back. After the way he'd eaten my ass, I couldn't wait to get his cock back inside me, in a very special place. 

Tawny watched wide-eyed as I lubricated Ken's stiff pole and positioned my tight little rosebud. "Yeah babe," she growled, "take that big dick up your asshole." A moment later, I'd done just that. I love getting butt-fucked. It's so exciting feeling a man in that forbidden region. Having Tawny there watching turned me on even more than usual. 

I closed my eyes and tightened my anal muscles, savoring the sensations of slowly sliding up and down on Ken's penis. I could sense Tawny's heat even before she put her hands on my breasts. When I opened my eyes again, I saw she was kneeling with Ken's head between her thighs. He was eating her out as I rode his pony. 

There was something strange about Tawny's tits. Lost in the dreamy sensation of having a woman feel me up while Ken fucked my ass, it took me a while to realize what it was. "Poor baby, you've lost one of your nipple toys," I finally said, reaching out to touch her. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I hurt you."

"It's okay," she answered. "We were so carried away, I hardly noticed when it came off. Kiss it and make it better." Staying spiked on Ken, I bent forward and started kissing and sucking her injured nipple. It was already swollen, but it grew even more from my attention. Tawny eventually removed the decoration from her other breast, giving me full access to that nipple as well.

Already orgasmic, I could feel myself getting close. I stuck my middle finger up my snatch and began rubbing my clit with my thumb as I rocked harder and faster on Ken's cock. Tawny was pinching and twisting my nipples. My body was beginning to shake. I screamed as an awesome climax washed over me. When it had finally passed, Tawny caught me as I fell forward into her arms. She held me and kissed me tenderly while I recovered. 

"Now it's my turn," Tawny announced. "I want to get my ass fucked too, although I can't take it quite as quickly and easily as Ginger."

"Not a problem," Ken replied. "Bend over and we'll get you all relaxed." I got on my back. Tawny was on hands and knees over me. I began licking her pussy while Ken put his face between her buttocks. 

"Oh God!" Tawny squealed. "I've never had my cunt and ass eaten at the same time. I'm going to . . . " She screamed as she came, splashing my face with her juices. "That was really something," she said when she'd recovered from her sudden climax. "I've never . . ." her voice trailed off as she became aware of a new sensation. "Ken, did you slide a finger up my ass while I was cumming?"

"No, dear . . ." he answered, pausing for dramatic effect. "It's two fingers."

"It feels wonderful, the way you're working them in and out and twisting them." Tawny fell silent, surrendering herself to the sensations. "I'm ready," she announced several minutes later. "Give me your cock."

From my vantage point between Tawny's legs, I watched Ken press the head of his stiff prick against her rosebud. I slid a finger up her snatch as Ken pushed into her. She gasped from the combined sensations. "My head's all the way inside," he announced softly.

"Good," Tawny answered. "It feels fine. Just keep going slowly. You're so big and I'm so tight." She gasped with pleasure as Ken gradually worked his cock in and out of her asshole. I was gently finger-fucking her at the same time. "I feel your balls," she finally whispered. "Your cock's all the way up my ass." 

"You've got a hot tight asshole," Ken said. "It really feels good being inside you." He started out fucking her butt slowly and gently, but Tawny was soon screaming for more. It was really wild being under her, watching Ken's balls bouncing against her butt-cheeks as he thrust into her like a piston. He continued driving as she screamed and came. 

"Don't stop," she gasped dizzily. 

I was ramming two fingers into Tawny's snatch and was gripping Ken's balls with my other hand. "Shoot in her ass, Ken!" I screamed. She was starting to cum again as he began grunting and slamming his pelvis against her buttocks. I could feel his balls tighten and I knew he was flooding Tawny's butt with wave after wave of hot semen. 

It seemed as if Ken and Tawny's joint orgasm went on forever. Finally spent, she gently collapsed onto me. Ken pulled out and flopped onto his back beside us as I squirmed out from under Tawny's limp body. She was lying on her stomach, gasping for breath. I spent a long moment admiring her shapely buttocks with a thick line of cum running along one cheek.

Since we were all athletic, it only took a little while to recover. A few minutes later, we were standing in the bathroom, arm in arm with Ken in the middle, laughing at our reflection in the big mirror over the sinks. All of us looked thoroughly fucked; sticky with sweat, hair hopelessly tangled, wearing torn nylons and shredded panties, covered with cum and pussy juices.

"Ginger, you've got an amazing man," Tawny said, kissing Ken on the cheek. "It was so exciting feeling him shoot all that hot stuff up my butt."

"He always does that," I answered, kissing Ken's other cheek. "It's wonderful! I'd be so pregnant if I wasn't on birth control." 

"You two are such sluts," Ken said affectionately, reaching down to caress both our butts. "Let's get into the shower. It's fun playing bedroom games with dirty girls, but I like my women presentable when I take them out to eat."




Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 05



After our intense orgasms, we'd settled down a bit, but the warm cascading water and our soapy hands rubbing each others' slick wet bodies quickly got us aroused all over again. Tawny and I sank to our knees and began licking Ken's stiff cock, one to a side. After that, we took turns licking and sucking his cock and balls. He finally backed us both against the shower wall and slow fucked us.

He finally pulled away. "I can't cum again this soon," he said, "and I want to watch you playing with each other."

Tawny and I gazed into each other's eyes for an electric instant. We were already incredibly turned on. I practically came as soon as she put her hands on my breasts and I could tell I was having the same effect on her. It was wonderful kissing her full lips and fondling her full female body. Why had I denied myself this exquisite pleasure for so long? 

The water eventually turned cool, despite the oversized water heater we'd had installed when the house was remodeled. We reluctantly left the shower and dried ourselves off. 

"I've changed my mind about going out," Ken announced as he was hanging his towel on the rack. "I'm going to cook Tawny's steak dinner here."

"You don't have to do that," Tawny protested.

"I want to," Ken answered. "I need to get some things from the store. You two stay here and get better acquainted."

I kissed Tawny to forestall any additional protest. "Let Ken do it," I said. "He's a great cook and does steak better than most restaurants. Besides, this way we can wear something special to dinner . . ." I bent over and whispered in her ear.

Tawny giggled with delight. "Okay," she answered, licking her lips and looking hungrily at my body. "It's a deal."

* * * * *

"You are such a fox," I whispered as Tawny moved into my arms on the bed and began kissing me. She was amazing. It was as if she knew my body even better than I knew it myself, touching, teasing, exciting . . . Earlier, my passion had been blazing. This was more controlled and intense, like the white heat of a forge. With her hands and mouth on my breasts, not going any lower, she drove me to an amazing orgasm.

"Wow!" I gasped when I'd recovered enough to speak. "I've cum while playing with my tits before, but never like that. You're so good."

Tawny was laying beside me, with her body not quite touching mine, giving me room to breathe. "I have a confession to make," she began. "Ken's great and it's fun having sex with men, but I really like women best."

"You could have fooled me," I answered. "I'll bet you fooled Ken, too."

She kissed me long and hard before responding. "I wasn't faking anything. I usually share a man as a way of getting to another woman, but Ken surprised me." She put a hand on my belly and began rubbing it gently, sending an electric tingling sensation from my breasts through my crotch and down to my toes.

"I've never enjoyed a man as much as I did Ken," she continued. "I've never wanted my ass fucked before. I've let a couple of guys do it, but this is the first time I've gotten off. Watching you and Ken got me incredibly excited and it was even better than I'd hoped." She slipped her hand between my thighs. I opened my legs to give her easy access and she began slowly running her fingers around my outer lips. 

"Now it's just the two of us," Tawny growled, "and I'm going to show you just how good a woman can be." She continued tracing slow circles around my vulva and occasionally running a gentle finger along my slit. It was hard to believe such a simple action was driving me so wild. 

Tawny finally moved her face to my crotch and began delicately nibbling my outer lips. I thought my body was going to catch fire. Although I was still closed, I could feel my pubic area growing slick with my juices. I screamed and almost came when she opened me and put her mouth on my snatch, eagerly sucking the fluid. 

She began nibbling my inner lips, alternating with thrusting her tongue deep inside me, licking my slick walls and lapping my juices. "Ginger sauce," Tawny commented, briefly lifting her face. "You're the sweetest-tasting woman I've ever had." She went back to tongue fucking me, occasionally pausing to flick my clit. 

"Oh God baby, I'm so hot!" I cried. "Suck my clit . . . please!" 

Tawny thrust two fingers into my pussy and wrapped her lips around my little love-bud. She had to hold on to my thighs to keep me from bucking her off as she sucked and finger fucked me to orgasm after orgasm. When I was close to passing out, she reduced the intensity of her love-making, holding her fingers inside me still, giving me a pleasant sense of fullness without excessive stimulation, and gently kissing my clit. I continued cumming, but the scale tapered down from body-shattering to warm satisfaction. 

I finally lay motionless on the bed. Tawny was beside me, protectively resting a soft hand on my stomach and gently kissing my face. I dreamily thought about my friends and lovers. My time with Darlene had already shown me how good sex with a woman could be. After Tawny, I knew I'd be seeking women as eagerly as I'd always sought men. 

"That was amazing," I said, pulling Tawny down to me for a long, extremely erotic kiss. "Now, get on your back," I continued when we finally separated. "It's my turn." It was growing dark outside, so I switched on the lights under the bed, filling the room with a warm glow. I straddled her hips and paused, gazing admiringly at the magnificent female body I was about to posses. Her breasts were big and beautiful, with erect nipples surrounded by big puffy areolas.

Impatient, Tawny grabbed my wrists and guided my hands to her chest. I stroked her breasts, marveling at the hardness of her nipples pressing against the palms of my hands. I caught her nipples and began rolling and pinching them between my thumbs and index fingers. They were growing even harder and longer from my manipulations. I pulled, stretching them out even further, until they slipped from my fingers.

"Harder," Tawny gasped. "I like it to hurt a little bit." I resumed playing with her breasts and nipples, pulling and pinching more roughly. She was going wild beneath me. I bent down and caught one of her nipples between my lips, sucking and biting it gently, but not too gently. After a while, I transferred my attention to her other breast. She was thrashing and I was holding on like a rider on a bucking horse. "God Ginger!" she cried. "I'm cumming!"

When Tawny had spent herself, I climbed off her body and opened her legs. The bedding beneath her was soaked with her cum. Her labia were puffed and red, her hood was already pulled back and her swollen clit was standing out like a penis. I slid my middle and index fingers into her hot wet pussy and began gently stroking her clit with my thumb. She began working her hips, pressing her crotch against my hand. "Harder!" she demanded. 

"Just a second," I answered, pulling away and reaching into the storage compartment in the headboard. 

Her eyes widened when she saw the penis-shaped vibrator in my hand. It was bigger than most men, eight inches long and two inches in diameter. "You're going to fuck me with that?" she asked in a voice filled with mock terror.

"If you're woman enough to take it," I answered, kneeling between Tawny's legs and positioning my electric cock at the mouth of her vagina. I slid the vibrator forward until the sculpted mushroom head had completely disappeared into her depths. "Are you okay, baby?" I asked teasingly. "Should I push it in further?"

"Oh God yes! Give me the whole thing. I'm so ready!"

"If you're really sure," I purred. "I need to be careful with an innocent little virgin like you."

"You little bitch!" she snapped, trying to sound angry. "You know how badly I want it. Fuck me good! Now!!" She screamed as I drove the dildo's remaining length into her, all the way to the soft plastic balls at the base. "Wow!" she gasped. "That feels so good!"

Tawny moaned with pleasure as I worked the dildo in and out of her hot snatch. I could tell from the resistance that her pussy muscles were gripping the artificial penis with amazing force. I briefly wished I was a man, so I could feel her clutching my sex. "It's wonderful," she whispered. "The way you're fucking me with that big cock is so . . . Oohhh!" She screamed as I switched the vibration on while the dildo was all the way inside her. 

I started at the lowest setting. Over the next several minutes, I gradually increased the rate as I fucked her with long slow strokes, occasionally angling the cock head to catch her G-spot or rubbing the vibrating shaft near her clitoris. 

Tawny was close to cumming. "No!" she screamed in frustration when I pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. I pressed the tip against her throbbing clit and turned the control all the way up. She screamed and clamped my waist painfully with her thighs as the sensations overcame her. 

After her first orgasm, I pulled the vibrating cock away from her clit and drove it deep into her snatch. Tawny came over and over again as I fucked her violently with the dildo. She finally collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted. 

We lay in each other's arms for a long time, savoring the complete physical satisfaction we'd experienced. Sluts like us don't stay satisfied forever, though. We began kissing, first tenderly then passionately and fondling and . . . 

"Where's my suitcase?" Tawny asked. "I've got a toy to share with you." It was sitting beside the door. She came back to bed a moment later, carrying a thick double-headed dildo. It was at least eighteen inches long. 

"It's so yummy," I purred. The dildo appeared to be made of candy. It was clear plastic jelly, colored a beautiful shade of red-purple, with a perfect combination of stiffness and flexibility. Tawny placed one of the heads against my lips and I eagerly began sucking it. 

"Greedy girl," Tawny eventually said, "I want some, too." 

"There's another end," I answered innocently, briefly removing the candy cock from my mouth. 

"It'll fit other places," Tawny said, putting her hand between my legs. "Here's a really hot wet one."

"Okay," I said, instantly rolling onto my back with my legs spread and my knees up. I propped myself up with my elbows and watched her slide the jelly dildo into my pussy. With the shaft filling me completely, there were still ten inches of dildo sticking out. "I love girl cock," I whispered as Tawny knelt between my thighs. With both her hands wrapped around the shaft and the head in her mouth, she fucked my cunt as she went down on the exposed part of the dildo. The sight was almost as exciting as the sensations in my pussy. 

"Now I'm ready to get fucked," Tawny finally announced. She sat on the bed with her knees over my thighs, positioning her vulva about a foot from mine. As I watched in fascination, she placed the cock head against her inner lips. I tightened my muscles to hold the dildo in place as she slowly moved toward me, pushing the candy-colored head and shaft into her snatch. When she'd finally taken the entire length, I marveled at the sight of a few inches of colored plastic stretching between our pussies. 

"Baby, let's fuck," I whispered. We began moving back and forth in unison, slowly at first, but gradually gaining speed as we grew used to the sensations of the dildo sliding around in our cunts. The expression on Tawny's face was angelic. I felt the same way. This was a heavenly fuck. 

We went faster and faster. The slithering, squirming dildo was randomly rubbing our G-spots, as well as stimulating our clits and diving deep into our cunts. It was impossible to keep control, but we were instinctively synchronizing our motions, driving ourselves to an explosive simultaneous orgasm. 

I collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath and feeling my heart pound. On our backs with our legs entwined, I couldn't see Tawny, but I knew she was equally spent. 

"That was really something," a male voice commented from the darkness just outside the range of the bed lights. 

Startled, I sat up. The sudden move made the dildo in my pussy jab me in a surprising but pleasurable way. "Ken! Have you been watching us long?" 

"Long enough," he answered, stepping into the light. He was naked and the hand wrapped around his penis was glistening with cum. 

"Let me taste that," I commanded. He lifted his hand to my lips and I licked it eagerly.

Tawny cried, "Leave some for me."

"Don't worry," Ken said. "There's a lot on my cock, too." As I continued working on his hand, he moved over to Tawny so she could lick his penis clean. 

* * * * *

While Ken went downstairs to start supper, Tawny and I took a quick shower together and got ready for dinner 

Ken's eyes widened when we walked into the dining room. I was wearing Tawny's tit jewelry, which she called "Nipple Huggers." The gold wire flowers clipped to my nipples and covering my areolas were attached to a question mark-shaped necklace with a slender silver chain. I'd never worn anything like that before, and we'd spent fifteen giggly-erotic minutes getting them on me. I was so turned on by the pressure of the little metal fingers gripping my nipples that it was hard to think about anything except sex. Tawny had her own Nipple Huggers, tight little loops supporting a downward-pointing arrowhead on a thin chain. Another arrowhead hung from a chain around her neck. We were also wearing spike heels. That was it.

Ken had been cooking naked, except for an apron. He excused himself briefly before he served the food. Although we like casual clothes, with blue jeans or shorts and a T-shirt being Ken's favorite attire, we do enjoy dressing up occasionally. When Ken returned, he was wearing dress shoes, socks and an elegant necktie. 

Our nude formal dinner went very well. Tawny was just as much fun at the table as she was in bed. We stayed at the table, talking and laughing, well past dessert. When we finally checked the time, it was after 10:00 p.m. and Tawny had to get an early start. 

* * * * *

Of course, once we got upstairs, long good night kisses turned passionate. In a short time, Tawny and I were hot and wet, while Ken was rock-hard. He had Tawny bent over the bed and was positioning his cock when I suddenly cried, "Wait! This isn't fair!"

"Don't worry babe," Ken said. "You'll get your turn."

"No, that's not it. You've screwed Tawny and me, but nobody's fucked you."

"That's true. My ass could use some attention. Who does the honors?"

"Tawny should do it. She's the guest."

"Are you talking about a strap-on?" Tawny asked. "I've never used one, but I'd enjoy trying it."

I pulled the harness out of the storage compartment in the headboard. It was a duplicate of the one I'd bought in L. A. and left there in storage. It had a flesh-colored eight-inch vac-u-lock cock and balls dildo, a six-inch vaginal plug and a four-inch anal plug. Tawny regarded it with keen interest mixed with a little fear. "I'm not sure about this butt plug," she said. "It's pretty big and I'm still practically an anal virgin."

"It's smaller than Ken's cock, but we can take it off," I said quickly. I was awfully excited about seeing Tawny fuck Ken's ass.

She thought for a moment. "No, I'll try it. It felt so good when Ken fucked my ass this afternoon. Just help me put it in, please." 

Tawny got on her knees at the edge of the bed with her face down on the mattress. She reached back and pulled her buttocks open, exposing her beautiful little rosebud. "Another butt-slut in the making," I thought. Ken and I were grinning at each other. We each wanted the fun of relaxing her. Ken opened and closed his fingers once. I joined him on the second and third times. He won, rock to my scissors, and bent down to put his face between Tawny's buttocks. 

Although I wasn't even touching myself, my ass began tingling as I watched Ken's flat tongue running over Tawny's asshole. I had to resist the temptation to selfishly elbow her aside and take her place. He began pushing his tongue into her little puckered hole. In a few moments, he had her wet with his spit. His index finger slid easily into her butt. "Oh, that's good," she whispered as he worked his finger inside her. "Give me the butt plug," she added. "I'm ready if you put it in slowly." 

I'd unfastened the plugs from the harness. I lubricated the butt plug and handed it to Ken. 

He pressed the conical tip against Tawny's rosebud. I got onto the bed and began playing with her breasts. She moaned with pleasure as I pulled and twisted her nipples while Ken slowly worked the plug into her ass. "It's all the way inside," he finally announced.

"That's awesome," Tawny gasped. I knew she was working her ass muscles and trying to adapt to the sensations. "What now?" I answered by sliding the pussy probe into her dripping snatch. "Wow!" she said. "I almost came right then." 

Tawny stood up and Ken steadied her as she stepped into the harness. We attached the bottom leather strap to the probes and fastened the buckles. "Come look at yourself," I said, taking Tawny's hand and guiding her to the big mirrored closet doors.

"I've got a dick," she marveled, staring at her reflection and reaching down to stroke her new cock. "A great big hard dick."

"Yes, you do," I said. "And you've got a man who's ready for it, too." On cue, Ken fell to his knees in front of Tawny, took her eight-inch cock in his hand, and wrapped his lips around the head. I moved behind Tawny and rolled her swollen nipples between my fingers while Ken sucked her cock. I could almost feel her juices flowing around the dildo in her cunt.

It's so exciting watching a man suck cock. Tawny put her hands around the back of Ken's head and started fucking his face. I knew how the back and forth motion was working the plugs in her pussy and asshole. My hands playing with her breasts and my own hard nipples pressing into her back were adding to the effect. She was already starting to tremble.

"Give him all your cock, Tawny!" I cried. "He's a cock sucking slut and he needs you all the way down his throat. Cum in his mouth." She was close now, thrusting violently and starting to scream. Ken was taking as much of the big dildo as he could, gripping the shaft to keep Tawny from ramming the head through the back of his throat. I released her breasts and gripped her waist, supporting her as she climaxed explosively. 

"I love having a cock," Tawny said dreamily when she was able to speak again. She had her hands on Ken's shoulders to support herself and I was still steadying her. "I never expected to get off like that."

"That's nothing," I replied. "Getting sucked is nice, but Ken's got a bigger treat. You lucky girl, you're going to get man pussy now." Tawny was now able to stand on her own, so Ken got to his feet. "Look at this clit," I said, wrapping my hand around his erection. "It's so big and swollen."

Tawny was stroking herself again. "It's great being a chick with a dick," she murmured. "That's great alliteration," she added, giggling briefly.

"Get on the bed, pussy boy!" She commanded. Ken scrambled to comply. "Spread those butt cheeks." Ken was on his knees at the edge of the bed with his face down on the mattress. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling with Ken's head between my thighs, put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him open. Tawny smeared lubricant onto the dildo's head and shaft. "Are you ready to get your tight little male cunt fucked by my big cock?" 

"Oh yes!" Ken answered. "I'm ready for your cock. Please fuck my man-pussy." He gasped as she pushed the head into his asshole. 

"Too much for you?" Tawny asked. 

"No," Ken said. "It feels good. Give me the whole thing. Please."

"Okay," Tawny said. "Here it comes." She slowly pushed the dildo into Ken's ass, obviously surprised at how easily he was taking it. Ken is thoroughly bisexual and really loves getting fucked. After we bought the strap-on, we'd started with smaller dildos and worked up to the big boy Tawny was now wielding. 




Ginger and the Twin Peaks Ch. 05



She slowly worked her cock in and out of Ken's butt, sliding it in a fraction of an inch deeper with each thrust, gradually adjusting to the sensations of fucking her own pussy and asshole as she entered him. Finally, her entire length was inside and her balls were pressing against his buttocks. She paused for a moment with her eyes closed and her chest heaving. "Damn, that's good," she whispered, almost to herself. 

I released Ken's butt cheeks, moved behind Tawny and began playing with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. Our reflections in the mirror on the opposite wall were like a porn movie, only better.

Keeping her eyes closed, Tawny began fucking Ken, slowly pulling out until his rosebud was barely kissing the dildo's head then, equally slowly, pushing all the way into his butt. She seemed to be lost in a dream. "Come on baby," Ken suddenly gasped. "Fuck my cunt hard! Drive your cock into me!"

Tawny had been on the brink of orgasm since she'd started fucking Ken. She started moaning and shaking, reaching the edge and falling back. Her eyelids snapped open, revealing a touch of madness. "You want this cock, you got it!" she cried. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of your little pussy." 

She began driving the dildo violently into Ken's ass, slamming her hips against his. Her breasts shook with each impact, causing the arrowhead suspended from her nipple chain to swing wildly. He was pushing back to meet each thrust, trying to get even more of her cock into his asshole. She was starting to scream. The friction of the harness against her clit, combined with the motion of the dildo and butt plug inside her, was giving Tawny multiple miniature orgasms. 

"Oh God!" Ken screamed. "Fuck me hard! Make that big cock cum in my ass!"

"Yeah, bitch!" Tawny cried. "Take my cock. I'm gonna cum up your ass. I'm going to fuck you with this big cock until I . . . Oh! . . . God I'm cumming . . . so hard . . . cumming in my slut's ass! . . . Cumming! Cum . . .!" She was slamming into him so hard the bed was shaking, cumming over and over until she finally collapsed onto his back. 

When she'd caught her breath, she gently pulled the dildo out of Ken's asshole and stepped away, still a little unsteady on her feet. Ken straightened up so he was kneeling at the edge of the bed. His penis was as hard as Tawny's and gleaming with pre-cum, but I couldn't see any of his thick semen on him or on the bed. "Did you come?" I asked in surprise.

"No, but I was really close," he answered. "I'm sure ready. Guess where I want to do it."

I can take a hint. An instant later, I was on my back in bed with my legs open and my knees up. He took me with one smooth stroke. After a few seconds, I hooked my legs over his thighs and he moved further up my body, pressing the base of his penis against my clitoris. I began rocking my pelvis, coordinating with his motions inside me, tightening and relaxing my cunt muscles to caress his cock. After our sexual dance had driven me to a divine orgasm, I lifted my legs and locked them around Ken's back, allowing him to dive deeply into me. He quickly released wave after wave of hot cum into my pussy. Finally spent, he kissed me for a long time before pulling out and rolling onto his back beside me. 

Tawny had been standing beside the bed, stroking her cock as she watched Ken fuck me. "I want one more thing," I told her, twisting around, grabbing my knees and lifting my ass in the air. She lubricated her index finger and pressed it against my rosebud. Its entire length slipped in easily. "Give me the whole dildo . . . right now," I said. She looked startled. "Don't worry, I can take it."

She put more lubricant on her artificial penis and positioned it at my entrance. Impatient, I lifted my butt further, forcing her head inside me. "Oh! That's good!" I exclaimed. "Put the rest in me now . . . please!" Without any more hesitation, she slid her entire length and girth into me, all the way to her balls. "Yeah," I whispered, seeing the expression on her face, "I'm an anal whore. Now use me . . . hard!"

Ken got onto his knees and began stroking my breasts as Tawny grabbed my ankles, opening my legs into a big "V" over my body and lifting my butt higher into the air. I played with my pussy while she fucked my ass, taking it easy at first, but quickly increasing the speed and power of her thrusts when she realized I really did want it hard. 

The pain from Ken twisting and tugging on my nipples was adding to my excitement. "You need something bigger than those fingers in your cunt," he commented, getting the big cock vibrator out of its compartment and placing it in my hand. Yeah! I slid it into my hot snatch and switched it on. 

With the vibrator fucking my pussy and Tawny driving her cock up my asshole, I came over and over. She was cumming, too. Finally exhausted from all my orgasms, I collapsed on the bed. Ken helped her remove the harness and guided her into bed beside me. He switched off the lights before joining us. I don't even remember closing my eyes.

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I was floating gently through the air, surrounded by puffy white clouds. Warm sunlight was shining on my naked body. I felt safe, secure and supremely happy. "Is this heaven?" I asked myself. My pulse and breathing were normal, but I was perpetually poised on the cusp of orgasm. Wondering what was stimulating me this way, I looked between my legs. My pussy was open and my labia were clutching and moving, as if clasping at an invisible penis slowly sliding in and out of my vagina. The sunlight was swiftly fading to a warm glowing twilight . . . 

When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in bed. The lights under the bed were on, illuminating the room with a candle-like glow. Tawny was on her back beside me with Ken on top of her. From the way they were breathing and moving, I could tell she and Ken were well into one of his marvelous long fucks. Although Ken's never studied Tantric sex, he can stay hard inside a woman for over an hour, taking her with a handful of long strokes per minute, driving her to leisurely orgasm after orgasm and finally building to his own climax, spraying his hot cum for what seems like long minutes. 

Tawny and Ken's awareness of the world had narrowed to their two entwined bodies. I could probably march through the bedroom with a brass band and they wouldn't notice. Tawny was cumming again as I watched, a big one making her scream and thrash violently. She couldn't take many more like that without losing consciousness. I knew Ken was getting close, too. 

I put my hands on my breasts. Someone had removed the tit jewelry while I slept. My nipples were already swollen, but they grew even bigger and harder as I played with them. Opening my legs, I slipped two fingers into my already-dripping snatch and gripped my clit with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. The next time Tawny came, I came with her. This time, Ken didn't give her a chance to recover. As soon as her spasms had subsided, he increased the speed of his thrusts, driving her almost instantly to an even more intense orgasm . . . and another. 

I was so attuned to the fucking couple beside me, I was sharing Tawny's sensations, cumming with her, feeling the cock hammering my cunt throb and release endless waves of hot cream into my depths . . . sending me spinning into pleasurable darkness. 

When I returned to my senses a few seconds later, I turned my head to look at the couple beside me. Tawny was limp on the bed. Ken was lying on top of her, tenderly stroking her hair and kissing her face. I smiled at the couple lying beside me. My eyelids were getting so heavy . . . 

* * * * *

When I woke up, there was bright sunshine outside and Tawny and I were alone in the bed. Faint noises from downstairs told me Ken was in the kitchen, starting breakfast. I glanced at the clock. There was plenty of time for breakfast, a shower and . . . play. I kissed Tawny and she sleepily put her hands on my body. We made love, then stumbled downstairs, sweaty and tousled but glowing.

After we'd returned from taking Tawny to the airport, Ken and I settled on the couch with fresh cups of coffee and talked about my trip. 

"Last night and this morning were so much fun," I said, yawning and stretching. "It's so great Tawny's schedule has her stopping over in Austin every few weeks."

"I remember when Dad used to go on business trips," Ken answered. "He'd always bring me a gift. Tawny was definitely the best coming-home gift I've ever received."

"I knew you'd like her," I said, leaning over to kiss him. "Oh! That reminds me . . ." I jumped off the couch and ran upstairs, returning with a package. "I brought you another present." I'd had it made at a custom shop Saturday afternoon. 

Ken tore the paper, pulled out the T-shirt and held it up. There was a picture of the Hollywood sign in the middle of the chest. The lettering surrounding the picture read, "My girlfriend spent two weeks in glamorous HOLLYWOOD and all I got was this lousy T-shirt." He was laughing as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body against his.

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Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

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Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.