0 comments/ 113589 views/ 9 favorites Ginny Remembers Daddy By: jay.palin Copyright (c) 2003 by Jay Palin. All rights reserved. I'm a sexual obsessive. In some circles it's called "pussy junkie." Whatever. Memories of the repressive tyranny of my domineering, puritanical mother have driven me to bed countless different women all my life. Unlike my more stable male counterparts, my advancing age has done little to temper my libido. Each day I anxiously awake to the fresh possibility of fucking a new woman. Hence my dilemma: whether to succumb to lust or err on the side of dignity and self-preservation. My tastes in women run the gamut of all races and ethnic strains. And, without boasting, I've been very successful in my pursuits. Part of it's because of my tall, imposing, physique and deep voice: useful genetic gifts. Though most of it's been due to my very careful responses to the complex signals women send when they appraise all men, me in particular. I didn't have to be careful with Ginny. I met Ginny over ten years ago when she was the bouncy, blonde, 20 year old girl friend of my step-son Mike, now her husband. She'd just returned from a national tour with the Icecapades, having been a "chorus" skater. I'd just married for the fourth time, vowing as always to be faithful, when my new wife Lee brought Ginny to the house for dinner on a hot Summer afternoon to get acquainted. I walked in and Lee introduced us, with Ginny striking me as giggly and a bit shallow. When Lee left to prepare dinner her demeanor took on a more serious tone. Ginny sat across from me in the living room, telling me about her tour. Her very fair, 5'4," 125 pound frame was coiled in a compact package with one leg tucked under her. Though not busty, her 34" B-cup breasts sat high on her chest and were suspended by well-developed muscles that coursed inward from her shoulders, temptingly accented by the sleeveless, dark-green top she was wearing. Her waspish waist, no more than 20" around, was cinched by a wide, cream-colored belt that highlighted the protrusion of her breasts. Below the belt her hips and legs were clothed in a pair of skin-tight black pants that looked as if they'd been painted on. Her shoes were cream, high-heeled sandals with ankle straps. She confessed that she'd hated being on the road and wanted to marry and have a family. Having had much experience in this regard, I cautioned her to be discriminating in her choices and not make the same mistakes I had. It was then that Ginny fixed me with her very dark-brown eyes, highlighted by green eye makeup, tilted her head, and said, dreamily: "From what Lee says, you've led a rich, varied, life." She lifted her lovely arm, the color of fine, sculpted ivory, and slowly twisted a finger in her long, slightly curly blonde hair, as if adding a question mark to her statement. Not knowing what my wife had told her, and trying to avoid acting the rapacious cynic that I am, I attempted to steer the conversation to something other than myself. "Seriously," Ginny said, "I hear that when the Army drafted you out of college you two were going to be married, and when you returned from Vietnam -- wild with a lust for life -- you didn't want to. That's why she married someone else." "O.K.," I acknowledged. "And that's why," she pressed, "just last week her ex told me that he'd lived with her in your shadow for 24 years. What did you do all that time? other than get married three times, I mean?" she probed, leveling her look at me. "Well, it wasn't all a search for pleasure," I countered. "I had to work, went to grad school, traveled, fashioned a career. You know, the things a guy does to make a future." I felt now that she was probing me, and I began to feel uneasy, since I was frequently the aggressor. "Uh-huh," Ginny murmured, pulling her leg from under her and placing her foot on the couch while grasping her curvy calf in front of her with both arms. Again the deep, probing, heavy-lidded brown eyes: "Were there a lot of women?" "Hundreds," I bluntly confessed, getting up, glad to relieve the tension I was feeling and anxious to change the subject lest I be caught staring at her crotch, now beckoning from under her black pants. "Want a glass of wine, Ginny?" I offered. "Sure. White'll be fine," she said. In the kitchen, I rolled my eyes at Lee, whispering, "Nice girl. Very direct." "Careful," Lee cautioned, "she lost her father in her early teens." Of course! I thought to myself. Another kid flirtatiously casting about for a father figure. What an easy one to pigeon-hole. Back in the living room, Ginny was gone. Looking in the hallway, I saw her gazing at family pictures, particularly one of me: a portrait taken by my photographer father when I was about three. This was the first time I'd seen her standing. Her back was to me (what elegant posture!); her legs were crossed at the ankles -- reminiscent of a dancer's relaxed pose -- and stretched upward, past lissome calves, well-muscled thighs, a butt that gave new meaning to the word touchable, to end under that tightly-cinched belt. I moaned. I find that I do that involuntarily when zonked by an attractive woman. "What?" Ginny purred, turning to accept the glass of wine. "Oh, nothing," I mumbled, "missed you in the living room." "Who is that darling little boy?" she asked. "Oh, me as a kid," I responded. "My Dad took that picture. He was a pro. In fact he taught me photography." I led her further down the hall to my photos, while standing behind her. "Here're some of my portraits," pointing to a few very arty shots of women of all hues, some clothed very scantily. "I can see where your tastes run," Ginny declared, "but my favorite is the shot of you." "Your face has obviously changed, the moustache, but the glint in your eyes is the same, and…you're so much bigger!" With that she touched my chest, softly, feeling one of my pectorals, allowing her hand to linger. I breathed in her scent from six inches away, which she noticed, returned her penetrating gaze, and detected a subtle soapy odor, blended with what my imagination told me was a whiff of something profoundly musky. At that point I fought the urge to ask her about her perfume and decided against the flirtatious impulse. Reading my mind, Ginny confessed: "It's just me," and, returning to my child portrait, "…the smell, I mean." Gulping down my wine, I boldly drank in the succulent curves in front of me, murmuring to Ginny that if I had to do it all over again I would have become a fashion photographer. At this moment I leapt into a momentary fantasy, picturing her nude and compliant under my unrelenting camera lens. Having lived with a ballerina several years before, and fucked an ice skater in my early twenties, I flashed on the phenomenal muscular development that dancers and skaters develop from years of practice. It was at this moment that I knew I wanted Ginny, that I had to have her. I pictured her internal muscles pleasuring me, while once again I tamed a sexy little wench decades my junior. And, suddenly, I realized that I'd become her pigeon! But I'm ahead of myself. Dinner went smoothly. Lee, Ginny and I told stories and laughed a good deal, with Ginny sitting across from me. When addressing me, she never wavered from lowering her voice, being quite articulate, and looking at me directly from those heavy-lidded eyes. She spoke of her father, wistfully, saying how she missed him. She and Lee also drank quite a bit. After dinner we adjourned to the garden and Ginny did several cartwheels and vertical leg extensions on the manicured lawn, actually raising a bit of a sweat. Finally, with the last vestige of purple sunset fading, we returned inside, loaded the dishwasher, and had a cup of coffee. Lee confessed to being sleepy and asked if I'd drive Ginny home, a 20 minute trip. Naturally I agreed. Ginny visited the bathroom, thanked Lee for a great time, and we got into the car. Driving Ginny home, I switched on a CD of Pagliacci, with Pavarotti singing. I'm a classical music snob, and have found that romantic opera has a way of allowing me to direct a conversation. Stretched back in the seat of the Mercedes, she closed her eyes and let the music wash over her for a while. "This is a perfect ending to a fabulous day," she sighed, reaching over to lay her hand on my forearm. "Yeah. I've always found that opera is the best after-dinner drink. Do you like Pavarotti?" glancing at her and making my question as soft and mellifluous as possible. "Don't know much about classical," Ginny demurred with her eyes closed. "Right now it's turning me on." "Oooh, can I watch?" I joked. She just squeezed my arm, and slowly stroked it. Ignoring her touch, I said, "Actually, I like Thais by Massenet. I don't have it here. It's at my office. That'd really turn you on." "You listen to music at your office?" she asked. "Only when the guys are out," I said, referring to my architect/employees. "Mmmm," she murmered. "I'll have to come and see you." "The office is always open, Ginny, just like our house," I offered. "I know," she said, "I love Lee, she should have been my mom, and you…you're really special." Damn, that 20 minutes went fast, I thought to myself as we pulled up to Ginny's mother's house. Switching off the engine and lights with the music still playing, I lightly said, "O.K., sport, see you whenever." At that, Ginny leaned toward me, eased her right arm around my neck, and put her moist, open mouth in the crook of my neck. For just a moment her left hand reached into her pants to her crotch, emerging wet with her juices. Breaking her hug and placing her hand under my nose, she stunned me with her sweet, hot breath as she looked into my eyes: "See! I told you that smell was just me!" Out of the car, she ran into the house, just as Pavarotti launched into Vesti la giubba. Lee was asleep when I got home and crept into bed, my loins alive with the fresh memory of Ginny. The next morning I laughed at myself for once again lusting after a young woman 30 years younger than I. Lee called the office and related a phone call she'd had with Ginny's mother, saying Ginny had kept her awake half the night singing our praises. I dismissed this, reflecting on the numerous times similar things had happened earlier in my life. Regardless of my private lusting for Ginny, I just chalked it up to the cravings of a girl who'd lost her father. Just before lunch a call came in from Ginny. She'd driven into town to give a couple of kids lessons at the local ice rink, about 10 minutes away. "Hi! Told you I'd come see you! Is this a bad time?" As always at the office, I was focussed on work. Feeling distracted since everyone else was out with clients for the day and I was manning the phones, I said: "Sure, might as well see the layout. The door's locked, so buzz when you get here." A call came in on my cell phone a minute later and when I heard the buzzer I went into the lobby to let Ginny in. Seeing I was busy, she touched me lightly on my chest and followed me into my inner office after I re-locked the front door. Motioning for her to sit on the love seat across from my desk, I pointed to the small refrigerator where I keep soft drinks. She took one and eased onto the small sofa with feline grace. She was dressed in a black miniskirt with a three inch slit up the front of her right thigh. Over a white blouse that was ruffled from her throat to her waist she wore a black, toreador-like jacket that ended just above the waist line. It complemented her ivory skin beautifully, and my groin throbbed at the sight of her supple legs drawn together and slanted to one side for modesty. Her golden hair was up in a french twist, with a few strands artfully falling to either side of her high, angular cheekbones and fine, strong jaw. Her lips were colored with a pink shade that brought to mind the hue of a young, white girl's nipples. This was a different person than I'd seen the night before. Then she'd been a girl. This was a woman. The phone call was important – concerning a housing development in Florida -- so I continued it. But my mind wandered. I focussed on Ginny's legs. No stockings. From my vantage point across from her, her small, high-heeled feet nipped in at luscious ankles – one encircled by a dainty gold anklet chain – and flared to firmly-muscled calves, then nipped in again at two of the most gorgeous knees I'd ever seen. They seemed each to have a happy face. Above her knees, the fair flesh went on to the hem of her skirt, tantalizingly showing even more firm thigh through the skirt's slit. I moaned. Damn! Ginny snapped out of the reverie she'd been in while looking at renderings of custom homes on my walls. She stared at me quizzically as I assured the guy on the phone that I was O.K. With just a hint of a smile, she crossed her legs (be still my heart!), reached into her purse and extracted a joint and box of matches. Lighting up, she looked around for an ashtray. Without thinking, I walked to the outer office, grabbed a tray and fumbled through the drawer of one of my smoker associates for a cigarette. Not wanting to get stoned at this time of day, I lit up a smoke, coughed since I'd given up the habit a while ago, and pulled deeply on it. Ginny got up to look more closely at our renderings and, from the side, I viewed her perfect ass. The skirt stretched across her buns, accenting each muscular globe, then arced inward below them to caress the rear of her legs. Her skater's bottom had the high, taut, development I'd known from earlier encounters with female athletes. Her thighs were highlighted by heavy muscles in the front, countered by soft gradual curves in the back. At that moment, I desperately wanted to feel them on either side of my head. She held out the joint to me and I waved it off. I tried ending the call. The guy was droning on about how the Florida developer wanted us to spend many thousands on marketing his homes. I had to continue, since I'd waited for this call for two weeks. Ginny then turned around and sat back on the love seat. Her gorgeous, deep-brown eyes were glazed, seemingly wanton. Very slowly, she then peeled up her skirt (no panties!), leisurely opened her legs and -- licking two fingers -- began stroking her blonde pussy. She thrust her lips out slightly, licked them, leaned her head back on the sofa and – looking at me with eyes half-closed – indolently began to masturbate for me. Nonchalantly, she rubbed her clit for a couple of minutes. Then, she curled her fingers and thrust them inside herself. Tilting her head, she thrust harder, faster, until her mouth opened fully, slack-jawed. I lit another cigarette, shakily, and said to the guy on the phone: "Listen, I've really gotta' go now. Can I call you tomorrow after I've thought this over?" As I hung up, Ginny orgasmed, silently, but mightily. Her feet turned inward, their soles toward one another, and her bottom thrust up repeatedly to meet her hand. Her head was thrown back on the sofa, showing her flawless neck, with blood vessels straining. Her teeth were clenched as she spasmed for what seemed like forever, her flushed face reflecting her body's joy. A minute later I made a poor attempt at wit by saying: "You started without me." Ginny leaned to one side, beckoned me with her wet hand and whispered: "Please come here." Knowing the blush was off the rose, I dutifully approached her with my erection straining against the front of my trousers. As I stood in front of her, reaching up, she put her slick fingers in my mouth – which I immediately suckled – and with her other hand she unzipped me. My hard cock sprang free with her groping, to which she exclaimed: "All right!" Now, I'm no giant, but I've always had more than enough to plumb the depths of a throat or a pussy. With both hands Ginny grabbed my cock and immediately took as much as she could into her mouth. She moaned as I touched the back of her throat and pulled completely off me. Her pink tongue flicked around the purple glans, testing my sensitivity as my staff bobbed with each pulse beat. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth very wide, covering, though hardly touching the first four inches, but breathing on it heatedly. While doing this, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her braless tits. I almost lost it. This young goddess had perfect breasts! Albeit a modest 34 B, they were suspended high on her chest -- as I'd noticed the night before when she was clothed -- and curved down fulsomely to two perfectly pink, half-inch, nipples that looked up at my admiring gaze. My hands went to them, softly caressing, as her mouth once again closed on my cock, this time with some pressure. She sucked for a moment, moving her head slowly to and fro, and pulled off, looking up at me and gasping: "I thought you might want to come on them. I want you to come." "Oh don't worry, baby, you'll get your wish," I groaned. Ginny then went at me with a vengeance. She took all of me that she could, throating me occasionally, varying the speed and pressure of her sucking. Now and again she'd pull off to rest her jaw and lick one side or the other of my cock and stroke me with her hand. She looked at me as she did this, measuring the extent of my pleasure with each new move. She then moved forward, so that her cunt was off the edge of the sofa, and eased her moist mound against one of my legs, just below the knee. Then, reaching around, she grasped my buns with both hands and began to throat me with long, smooth strokes, moaning all the while. I knew I was short on time. Ginny was rubbing her clit against my leg with purpose now, and taking me deeply into her throat. Bent forward slightly, I was stroking her breasts and twisting her nipples, now blushing hot pink and hard with desire. Now and again she'd entreat me: "Fuck my hot mouth…come in my mouth…please come in my mouth." I welcomed her pelvic thrusts as again and again and again she hunched against my leg. Her moaning increased and I felt her throat tighten. I felt myself begin to glow from my toes upward, with the tingling coursing up my legs to my crotch until… "Aaaaaahhhhhg!" I bellowed. "Mmmmmmmm!" she mewled, swallowing the first two blasts of my come as it raced into her mouth. Then, "Oh…ohh…ohhh…OOOOOOOoooo," as she pulled off me and came against my leg, my cock popping free of her mouth and spraying my load on her face, neck, and those gorgeous tits. Hugging me closely, she tugged at my cock slowly to empty it of its remainder on her breasts. "Oohhhh, YES!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "God…I knew it'd be good…I just knew it!" We both collapsed on the sofa, with me coyly mumbling: "That's why they call these love seats. So…this is the office," I further proferred. "Oh, you sweet man! Don't feel embarrassed! I wanted you and you gave yourself to me," Ginny exclaimed, beginning to rain kisses on my face and neck. We then kissed deeply, with me smelling and tasting my own come…something I'm not wild about. O.K., it's a phobia. I pointed to the bathroom and volunteered some mouthwash. "Don't be silly! I want to taste you for the rest of the day!" she exulted. She leaned against my chest and said, "I could sleep right here!" "You appear to have a thing about my pectorals," I said. "'Cause they're so muscular, big boy!" she cooed. This was getting really corny. "Here's some tissue. Let's clean you up a little," I offered. A minute later Ginny removed her skirt and blouse, now dotted with come spots, and stood up. I turned her around slowly, stroking her silken belly and mumbling my obvious approval of her heavenly frame, while she began undressing me. It took about one minute, shoes, socks and all, and then she was in my arms, straddling me as she began licking my face and neck. "Mmmmm, salt, with a hint of tobacco. God, when I tasted your neck last night I was so turned on I almost went down on you in the car," she gasped. "I told Mom and, this morning, Mike, that you were so masculine, so virile!" Ginny Remembers Daddy The mention of my step-son's name gave me an immediate twinge. My God! I thought, What am I doing? Here I'm having sex with a 20 year old who's likely to become my daughter, if son Mike gets his wish. An innocent. O.K., maybe not a childlike innocent. But that's not what my family and friends would say. Where's your discipline, man? Your control? On the other hand, take it easy…easy…be calm. Don't panic, old boy. Remember, panic presages the downfall of all memorable lechery; and lechery this is. Don't give me that "dignity" crap! "Now, Ginny, what do you know about my virility? It's easy even for a 50 year old to blow a load when fellated by a gorgeous, innocent, girl like yourself. We haven't done anything else, and probably shouldn't. God knows, I don't need an affair, much less another divorce!" She looked deeply into my eyes and murmered in a throaty voice: "God, you're such a gentleman…I love that! Fellated! Most other guys would call it a blow job. You need to loosen up! Let me light another joint!" "No!" I said, "that'll just make me hornier for you than I already am. I need to think a minute." With that, Ginny's face revealed a private smile. She got off my lap and asked to use my computer. As she took the seat at the work station, I marveled at her body. She didn't have a straight line on her entire frame. I got up and grabbed another cigarette. Christ, three smokes in an hour. I haven't had three in six months 'til today! Standing behind her, admiring her finely-sculpted back, I noticed that she was accessing a porno web site. She scanned a series of picture archives and quickly came upon one that…WAS SHE! I looked at it closely: there was Ginny, stark naked, standing in water just up to her crotch, the wavelets lapping at her blonde snatch, her long hair wet and glistening over her shoulders, with both of her hands cupping her breasts. The expression on her face had the same, intense, look that she'd given when she was so seriously describing her dead father the night before. Her deep, dark eyes penetrated my soul. They were inquiring, yet hungry. They spoke of a thirst that could never be slaked. They revealed a knowledge of the world that I'd seen in few young faces. She turned in the chair, kissed me on the belly just below my navel, took my cock in her hands, looked up and asked: "Still think I'm innocent?" That was it. I wasn't about to argue the point further, especially since she was again giving care to my shaft with her lovely, pink lips. I drew her up to me and we stumbled, hands all over one another, back to the love seat. Ginny pulled the clip from her golden hair, allowing it to tumble about her shoulders, just as it was in the computer picture. Panting in my ear, she whispered playfully, "Ooooh, you wanna' do me Daddy? Huh? You wanna' fuck your little girl 'til she screams? Huh? Mmmm, I wantcha' to Daddy, I really wantcha' to fuck me! Please fuck me!" My fingers were in her now, with my palm rubbing her clit. Her outer labia were swollen, engorged, and her inner ones were splayed out like a small flower. She oozed a thick, continuous stream of nectar. I bit her neck lightly and she whimpered as I sawed my fingers in and out of her cunt. As I did her vagina spasmed repeatedly, pulsing with each rapid heartbeat. Moving my head down, I nibbled generously at each nipple, alternately sucking as much of each breast into my mouth as I could. I was not gentle. Ginny didn't want me to be. She kept urging me to fuck her: "Oh, yeah, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me everywhere. In my mouth…my pussy…my ass. Just fuck me!" "Not yet," I growled. Pushing Ginny back, I spread her legs further to gaze for the first time on the entirety of her marvelous, pink snatch. She raised one leg straight up next to her face and tensed her inner muscles so that her cunt quivered slightly, inviting me in. I dropped to my knees and she let out a deep, primal, groan as I covered her wet folds with my mouth. My tongue lashed her insides, doing spiral movements to touch as much of her vagina as I could. Her juices drenched my face as they coursed down the crack of her ass to soak into the sofa's fabric. She hunched her mound against my chin as I flicked at her clit, alternately burying my thrashing tongue well into her. She spread both legs completely open so I could tongue her more deeply. She then closed them slowly, with almost measured tempo, until they were on either side of my face. What had begun as moaning increased to feral grunts as I launched a full assault on her clit. Again I jammed four of my fingers into Ginny and she began chanting over and over: "Yeah…yeah Daddy…yeah…yeah Daddy…yeah." Then: "Oh Daddy, I'm gonna' come, I'm gonna' come. Oh Daddy, I'm cumminng…cummmminnng…cuuu'innggggg." Her luscious thighs gripped my head and rendered me near-deaf except that I heard her piercing scream as her orgasm peaked. My ears were ringing as she thrust her ass off the sofa and, standing on her shoulders and feet, held it there, shuddering. And then it was over. She collapsed and grabbed for me frantically to come up to her, covering my mouth with hers, gasping for oxygen, and deep-kissing me while she moaned and moaned and moaned. "Godddd. I've never…ever…". We held one another for minutes afterward. Ginny looked at me through slits, hiding those stunning eyes. "Boy," she whispered, "if I'd known that was gonna' happen, I'da' shown you that picture last night. You're right! You sure don't need to loosen up; you're horny enough!" At this point I'd had a raging erection for what seemed like an hour, though was probably more like 10 minutes. And I was into a fuck zone. I'd felt Ginny's amazing internal musculature with my fingers, as her cunt had expanded from the tightest sheath to a large cavity to accommodate my big hand. And memories of my teenage skater and adult ballerina girl friends returned to me as I contemplated hosing her. Yes, I confess it was now hosing. Not making love, not even screwing, but hosing this little wench. If sex was what she wanted, by God sex was what she was going to get. It was that old hunger returning. My dead mother's strict anti-sex lectures were driving me to master this piece of ass. Ginny'd remember this for a long time. I perched on my knees between her legs, and Ginny looked down to see my pulsing cock. Each heartbeat made it throb perceptibly up and down, with the glans expanding and contracting. Swallowing and groping for her unfinished soda, she said, "Give me a minute, O.K.? That wiped me out." Finishing her drink, she wrapped her arms around me and drew me close. My cock slid over her taut belly, grazing her snatch, and she shivered from the contact. I slowly moved her right thigh apart from the other, once again exposing her flowery cunt. Pushing the head of my cock inside her labia I manipulated it up and down, not to stimulate her already copious juices, but to stroke her clit. "O.K. O.K. O.K. Oh, God, yes!" she groaned, "fuck me, sweet baby!" I leapt at her, growling as I did so, plunging my full length into her, striking her cervix. I then began moving in a circular motion around her cervical opening so that my cock head massaged it continuously. Slowly…slowly…slowly I turned, stirring her obscenely. Ginny opened her legs completely and pulled them back so that her knees were almost level with her ears. I stopped moving, relishing the rapid, pulsing spasms of her cunt on my cock as I lay completely immersed in her flesh. For the first time in many minutes, she looked directly into my eyes and whimpered: "Are you gonna' come in me Daddy? Are you gonna' knock me up? Are you gonna' give me your baby? Huh?…Huh?…Huh?" She was humping back at me using my arms for leverage. "Please fuck me hard, oooh hard, do me NOW!" I couldn't hold back. I longed for release. Captivated by her incredible beauty, with visions of her lascivious manipulation of me coursing through my head, I gripped her luscious thighs roughly with both hands, and watched my ample cock plunge into her cunt. I pulled out, leaving just the head inside. Pushing back in fully and pulling out almost completely began to draw a flood of sticky fluid from her depths. I reached under her and put two fingers on each side of my cock, feeling her cunt as I dug into her. She willfully began to grunt with each full thrust, gasping "Yeah…yeah…yeah, baby. Uh…uhhh…uhhhh…do me good. Oh it's so good. Give me your come. I want it. I want it. I WANT IT." Her mood turned savage. Ginny dropped her legs to grip me tightly around my ass with her muscular calves, the bauble (a small, gold cross) on her anklet digging into one of my buns. Grunting, she again began a carnal litany: "Your come. Gimme your come. Come. Come. Come…come…come…come." I dropped down on my elbows, capturing Ginny's mouth to shut her up, reaming it with my tongue. Moaning, she again changed to grunting. All right then, I thought. I'll come. But you'll come with me! Pulling her legs off me, I closed them around my buried cock and placed my legs on the outside of hers. The top of my rod was now rubbing against her clit. "Oh God," she said, realizing what I was going to do. I began sawing in and out, my dick in constant movement against her clit. Rapidly I gored her, showing no daintiness or mercy. Finally, she shouted: "Hold STILL!" and began screaming as she pummeled up and down against my shaft. "Ahhhh, FUCKKKK," she shrieked, going over the top. Just as she did this I spread her legs apart, throwing them over my forearms, and buried myself as deeply into her as I could, spewing what seemed like a gallon of semen deeply into her womb. As I emptied shot after shot, she dropped her calves to my butt and, matching each of my remaining thrusts, pulled my body into hers with her heels, draining me of every drop of come that I had. It took minutes to come down, as we giggled our exhaustion to one another. We dropped off to sleep for a while. After awaking, and kissing a bit timidly, Ginny excused herself to go to the bathroom, prancing unsteadily from my sight. I smoked the fourth cigarette of the day. When she emerged I was lying on my belly. She softly licked the cut on my butt caused by her metal anklet, apologizing for scratching me. Trying to keep the mood light, I joked: "That's not the first cross I've had to bear." She didn't laugh. Ginny then asked, very seriously: "Jay? (the first time she'd used my name), why have you been divorced three times?" "Couldn't keep it in my pants," I confessed. "Were you caught all three times?" she pushed. "No, only once was I really 'caught'." I countered. "You're something," she said. "And you, my darling, are a fantastic piece of ass!" I exulted, suddenly sorry I'd spoken so roughly. "Will you stay with Lee?" she asked. Fuck! What's she thinking? I wondered, remembering her tender age and flattering myself in thinking of the complications she could wreak on my life. "Of course! Nothing, and I mean nothing,will jeopardize this marriage," I insisted. "Just wanted to know. 'Cause I'm going to marry Mike. That means we'll see a lot of each other," she said, girlishly. "Yes. But it also means that we'll be extra careful about our closeness, won't we?" I cautioned. "Oh, good, we are close then," she grinned, moving to me and kissing me softly. "C'mere," I said, pulling her onto my lap. "Want some more?" she asked. "Spare me, sweet thing. I'm an old man. I may not be able to," I warned. "Nonsense. Just leave it to Ginny," as she dropped to her knees between my legs. Cooing softly, she began to lick at my dick like a puppy. She pulled her hair over one shoulder and, looking me in the eyes once again, began to suck me off. Pausing a moment, she said: "By the way. I'm on the pill; I begged you to knock me up just 'cause I thought it'd turn you on," she admitted. Yet another controlling female, I mused, as my glistening rod started to harden. "What about the references to 'Daddy'?" I probed. "Part of my perversion," Ginny answered, stroking my cock as she talked. "My father was Greek and I loved him a lot. He used to fondle me before he died, when I was a teen. He'd whisper to me that I'd make some man very happy some day. He never went beyond fondling. I do remember coming with him, though. Just a teen girl's coming. But yesterday, when I met you, I felt all flushed and hot inside. I got wet when you talked with me. I guess I was remembering Daddy." Bingo! I mused. The only difference was that she'd engineered our tryst. Ginny had set me up. Maybe I wasn't as prescient as I thought when it came to women. I instantly rationalized that it hardly mattered. She was so good in the sack that I'd gladly play the patsy in this scene. But I digress. Minutes later I was raging hard again, and ready to play. Looking down at Ginny between my legs, I began to appraise the object of my lust. Not normally attracted to blondes, I ran my fingers through her thick hair (definitely a southern Mediterranean feel), and across her lovely, sharp facial features, with just a dozen or so freckles scattered atop her thin nose, then down to her narrow, slightly-clefted chin. I traced her wide, thin-lipped mouth – which had so recently brought me such pleasure -- down her graceful neck to square shoulders, between which her clavicle was just prominent enough to accent the hollow at the base of her throat. Her graceful arms, silky-smooth, were blessed with just a hint of platinum hair which at that moment stood on end as goose bumps rose to my touch. She closed her eyes, sighing and moaning slightly. Mesmerized by my good fortune, I moved my hands to Ginny's breasts, slightly grazing her nipples and small, pink aureoles with my fingers, causing them to fill with blood and thrust themselves at me with greedy regard. Palming both breasts, I leaned forward to capture first one nipple, then the other, in my mouth. She rose from her squatting position to allow me better access and -- cradling my head in her hands -- breathed rapidly and heavily as I paid tender homage to her softest of flesh. Then, spreading my hands, I moved my thumbs down and across her taut belly, allowing my fingers to softly caress the flare of her muscled hips. Moving my hands behind her, I kneaded the prominent features of her V-shaped back, from shoulders to waist, carefully applying pressure to the spinal muscles and lingering momentarily to massage each gluteal dimple. Then, licking one finger, I traced the crack of her butt, tickling her anus, and passed further down to her pussy, which had leaked a generous amount of thick fluid onto her outer labia. Still with her eyes closed and now gasping, she murmured: "Oh, god, Daddy, your touch is so gentle. It's gonna' make me come." Anxious to prolong Ginny's sweet agony, I sat back on the sofa and brought her to face me, straddled, onto my lap. Her upper chest and face were flushed pink as she instantly found my erection poised at her pussy. Looking me straight in the eye, she took me all the way into her cunt, suddenly, only to stop when I hit her cervix. Grunting with the impact, she then began to muscle-fuck me. Not moving, she emulated a Kegel exercise. She flexed her internal muscles from well within her vagina all the way out to the base of my fully-buried cock. Probing my eyes for an indication of her effects on me, she continued this sublime massage for several minutes, with the only noise being my ecstatic groaning and the grinding of my teeth. I would not come, however. The afternoon had become hot and, with the air conditioning off, we began to perspire. Ginny's exertion began to show. A thin drop of moisture coursed its way from her hairline down her straight nose. I licked it off, savoring the salty taste. I myself was sweating, with rivulets running from my armpits down my sides. She ran her hands under my arms, sucking the moisture from her fingers to promote our intimacy. The odor of our sweat mingled with the already-pervasive smell of our sexual fluids, enhancing our sensual delight. Ever-serious, she continued her muscular massage of my cock, all the while plumbing my soul with her eyes. And finally we'd both had enough. She began to pump on me, slowly up and down, and around, stirring my prong deeply inside her. As she did this, she closed her eyes and pressed her breasts against my sweaty chest until we were wetly sliding against one another with our shared, salty lubricant. Ginny's patience had worn thin. She decided she was ready. She began plunging up and down on my rod, thrusting her cunt forward and backward all the while to grind her clit against my pubic muscles. She fell into an absolute frenzy as she realized I wasn't going to come unless I willed it. Then I began a whispered chant into her ear: "That's it, baby, take all you want…anytime. Take your come. That's what I'm for. I'm here to fuck you. Anytime. Fuck me. Feel your cunt on my cock. Feel me all the way inside. I want you to come. Come…come…come." And as she oozed a fresh gush of juices that poured down my cock and balls, once again soaking the sofa, she had a monumental orgasm: "Oh, God, Daddy, Oh, God. Cumming, baby, oh fuck me, oh shit, I can't stop, cuu'innnng, aaahhh…ohh…oh…FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, don't stop, oh, God, fuck, oohhh…". Ginny collapsed against me like a proverbial dishrag. Her head lay on my shoulder, as a thin stream of spittle trailed from a corner of her mouth. I pulled her mouth to me and drank deeply of her saliva, content that she'd had one of her better orgasms of the day. "Oh, baby, you're too much," she whimpered. "I so wanted you to come, but you wouldn't." "Give me a little more time, sweet," I whispered. "Let's make the afternoon truly memorable." "Ohhh, God," she groaned, "you want more?". "Gotta' have it," I mumbled lightly. I lifted Ginny off me and she lay on her stomach, stretching languidly. It was then I realized that I'd not yet worshipped her legs (her skater's legs!), the very feature that had first awakened my desire for her. Beginning with her ankles (wondering what particular impulse she'd had in selecting a cross for her anklet), I began a slow massage up her calves, thinking by now that they might be cramped from our previous position. She moaned pleasurably as my fingers kneaded the well-developed muscles until I reached the backs of her knees. The generous tendons and flesh at this point prompted me to kiss and lick each softly, eliciting a grateful moan from her. Then I moved further up her succulent thighs, sparsely covered with the finest of platinum hair, and ran a finger in the crease under each buttock. This also caused her to moan. Then, impulsively, I slurped wetly along each of these creases. She gasped, her breath quickened, and thrust her ass up toward me. Very slowly, I spread her buttocks apart to reveal her tempting pink anus. Ginny's was the asshole of assholes! Never have I seen a more perfect asterisk! It was small, hairless, and almost red, bounded on each side by the fully-round globes of her ass. It was so enticing I found it hard to believe she actually shit out of it. Of course I had to eat it. When in doubt, eat! I slowly ran my tongue from the top of her crack down to the little rosebud, lingering to loosen it slightly with the point of my tongue. The tart taste of her rectum met my demanding taste buds, mingled with sweat, her juices, a trace of my come, even a vinegary taste redolent of urine. She gasped and once again began moaning. I continued my tongue downward, eased by her thrusting her ass upward to give me better access. After spending a good bit of time at her pussy, now fully reachable since she'd elevated her bottom by getting to her knees, I dropped to the floor to gain a better angle and plunged my long tongue even further to lap at her clit. She jumped, shrieked, and returned to moaning as I revisited her anus. Ginny Remembers Daddy By this time I'd had a hard-on for what seemed like hours. Angry and red, it flopped about with a mind of its own, covered with the dry residue of Ginny's juices. It also stunk of our telltale fishy smell. Now anxious to follow the logical course, I assisted its placement at the opening of the girl's cunt, preparing to mount her from behind. Teasingly, I rubbed it up and down her slit, which caused her to begin mewling wantonly. Eagerly, she tried to back onto my shaft like a bitch in heat, whining a plaintive "eeeyeaah" each time she thrust backward. And was she wet! Her juices had once again begun to flow, now dripping down from her labia onto the inside of her thighs. She raised her torso up on her arms and frustratedly began to whip her head back and forth, looking back at me from either side, thrashing her hair to and fro like a woman possessed. She was a bitch in heat. Whatever restraint remaining in her fled with a final, screamed plea: "FUCK ME FOR GOD's SAKE!" And I did. I plunged my rusting barb all the way into her and once again struck her cervix. "OW! she uttered. I then began a furious fucking of this little minx. Ginny was mine now. I angled for a straight shot at her G spot and pummeled it until she came in deep, gasping sobs: "Oh, god, yeah, I lo…o…o…ove it. Never stop fucking me. PLEASE. Oh, fuck me…fuck me…fuck me. Yeah…yeah…yeah. Ooohhhaaaagaaahhhh." Tired and out of breath, I paused as Ginny went limp. Cupping a copious amount of her thick juice in my hand, I smeared it on her anus. I then spit a dollop of saliva on it and, ending a stroke, pulled out of her pussy and rammed my cock into her ass. She freaked! Stunned by the surprise invasion, she raised straight up on her knees, which gave me less purchase but allowed me to hoist her in the air and then down onto my rampant cock. I then pushed her upper body back down and she became as crazed as a copulating bitch. She hunched up against me with each thrust as I gored further into her bowels. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted as I pounded her. She threw her head back, her hair whipping across her back, and began screaming nonsense, drool dripping from her mouth: "Ooooh, uhyeah, fu'me, gettit, ohfuk, boo-it Daddy, ge'myass, drillme, ohfuk, oww, ooo, ohyea, uhyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." Switching, I then withdrew and returned to her cunt. Surprised again, she screamed "AH YESSS." I banged her for a while, grabbing her tender breasts to hang on, and she started a succession of climaxes. I reached under her to stimulate her clit and she fell to her stomach with my hand beneath her. I continued to rub her clit until I thought she might be sore, though her orgasmic cries indicated otherwise. The room resounded with the soft, soaked, slapping sounds of our bodies knowing primal bliss. I then returned to her anus, wanting to finish myself there. And it didn't take long. I spread Ginny's buns, delighting in their deep, muscular feel, with their uppermost points high on each buttock, and drove myself as far as I could into her bowels, shouting as I finally reached a spectacular climax: "Aaaagghhhhh, shit." Two shots went into her ass. Pulling out, one sprayed onto her back. At that point she leapt up, turning, to catch another high on her right cheekbone and yet another in her hair. She then jammed her mouth onto me and began sucking me harder than I ever remember happening. It felt as if another gallon went down her throat, though at the risk of self-flattery it was probably only a few drops. She smacked her lips obscenely, mewled once again, and softly proclaimed: "That's what I wanted." Then we collapsed again. Lying next to one another we snuggled, nipping softly at one another's flesh, licking the sweat from faces, necks, shoulders and chests, and came down from an epic afternoon. "You fucked me in the ass, Daddy," Ginny said. "I can feel your hot come there. I've never felt that before." No more attempts at wit. I was exhausted. The sun was well over the yardarm and we'd both missed lunch. Though I'd shut off the incoming phone bell, I was sure my voice mail box was full. And I felt totally drained. I also was somewhat in awe of Ginny. She'd proven herself to be a real trouper. Yes, that sounds callous, and is. Needless to say, we talked a bit before ending our tryst. The obvious: "Can I see you again?" Ginny asked. "Yes," I hesitated, "but let's think about some ground rules; maybe meet for lunch next week." "Right!" she beamed. "You know that every time we're alone I'm going to be all over you!". "Really, Ginny," I tried to sound objecting, "let's take it slowly and one step at a time. That means right now we've got to sponge off and go home for a shower. We smell as if we've spent the night in a Bangkok whorehouse." "Mmmm. Bet I'd love Bangkok," she said. Boy, would she. I was pretty quiet at home that night. I explained to Lee that the Florida project had me focussed. Being the great woman she is, she understood. Ginny married step-son Mike a while after our first meeting. We've seen one another scores of times over the past eleven years, which I'll tell you about one day. She had a child, a beautiful, raven-haired girl that favors her Daddy, with – yes -- those dark-brown, deeply-penetrating eyes.