"Ohhh, yes, stud! Now you're getting me. Ohhh, you're getting me good! Earn your money, stud! Come on, you fucker, get me off! I want to cum. God, I want to cum so badly!"
As usual, Ginger lay flat on her back with her feet in the air. The young stud knelt with his knees against the cheeks of her ass. He held her legs up and spread wide apart, with her ass tipped up off the bed, giving his thrusting cock a straight shot into her cunt. His hips worked steadily back and forth as he plunged into her. He alternated between gazing at her lust-contorted face and at his cock as it slid in and out of her snatch, framed by the forest of red hair growing wild in her crotch.
Her cunt was tight. He would say that for her. Whether from exercise or lack of fucking, he didn't know and didn't care. The puffy lips of her cunt stretched tightly around his prick, rolling in and out as he fucked her. Hell, he would have gladly fucked her for free if she had asked!
Eyes clenched, her face tense from the effort to cum, Ginger concentrated only on the sensations lancing up from her crotch. When she closed her eyes, she shut out the entire world, aware only of the need to get off at last. If anyone could get her off, this young stud could. He was very proficient and totally dedicated to the task at hand.
Slowly, an insistent, unwelcome sound penetrated her consciousness. Anger built with the comprehension. She had always had trouble climaxing, and now the damn phone had interrupted her latest, and perhaps best, attempt to get off. She forgot to turn on her recorder and turn off the ringer on the phone, and the bane of lovers had utterly destroyed her ability to concentrate.
The young stud recognized her dilemma. "Forget the fucking thing," he muttered. "Just focus on your pussy. Think about your favorite fantasy and cum."
Shaking her head in disgust, she reached for the offending instrument, totally pissed. The minor miracle that had been about to happen in her cunt became simply a feeling of pressure from his cock. One of the few golden opportunities to reach her elusive goal was gone.
"You don't understand," she rasped. "I'm always on call." Snatching up the phone, she hissed, "This had better be important, you bastard! Whoever you are!"
"You know it's important if I call, Ginger snap. My calls are always important. What would you do if a woman had called?"
"Goddam you, Bernie! I'm on vacation. And you just cost me two hundred bucks. Which I intend to bill you for. What the hell do you want?"
"You were on vacation, dear. As of an hour ago, you're back on duty."
"like hell I am! This is the first vacation I've had in two years, you goddam slave driver. Nothing short of you dropping dead is that important."
The young stud backed away from her and sat at the foot of the bed, his stiff prick sticking up from his lap. He listened to her end of the conversation and stroked his slick tool idly. He hoped she didn't make him wait too long. She had a fine pussy, and he would like to help her, but he had another appointment in an hour. And he needed the money.
"What cost you two hundred bucks that you think I should pay for?" Bernie asked.
"If you really must know, the young stud sitting here playing with himself while he waits for you to finish your stupid call so he can get back to what he was doing so well a few minutes ago." She blurted out the entire sentence in a rush, and ended up out of breath.
"Ah, Ginger snap, why do you pay someone to fuck you? Any number of our young men would gladly do it for free. Hell, I might even do it for you if you asked nicely."
"Hah!" she spit. "I wouldn't let you have me on a bet, Bernie! And I tried some of those other guys. Too many times. I'm still waiting for one of the incompetent assholes to get me off. They don't care about anything but their pricks and their own pleasure. Bunch of goddam jack rabbits. They think spreading my legs for them is all the pleasure I need."
"Not their fault, love. It's yours. Are you sure you can get off?"
The implication that she was frigid always made Ginger see red. "I was this far from getting off when you so rudely interrupted. Maybe I don't cum very often, or very well, but there are men around who can get the job done. Now, state your fucking business so I can get back to my business of fucking."
Her blustery statement was sheer braggadocio. She had never once had an orgasm. Never in her life. No matter how hard she tried.
She always came so close, but could never quite get over the final hurdle, whether a man fucked her or she did the dirty deed herself. Subconsciously, she knew for a fact she was frigid. Otherwise, she would have had a ton of orgasms. God knows, she had tried often enough. But she wasn't about to admit her failure to anyone, least of all Bernie. Admitting to the asshole that she paid a stud-for-hire to fuck her nearly made her gag with humiliation.
Bernie chuckled with mockery. "Do you know the Logan clinic?" he asked.
She knew the location, but didn't know its purpose. Not many people did. Only a few people from the organization went there each year, and they never talked about their visits. She knew one woman who had been there, and she seemed a totally different person when she came back.
"Yeah, I know where it is. Why?"
"Report there at one o'clock. We have a new assignment for you."
"Another flunky job, I suppose. That's all you've given me for the past year."
"I'll brief you at the clinic. This will require a training period in some new techniques. And dear, just remember, all you need is a big enough cock and you can get off every time. As I said, I might even help you out if you ask nicely."
"Shit!" she sputtered.
She slammed the phone down hard enough to break it and turned back to the young man waiting for her. His cock, which had been standing so proudly a few minutes before, now lay between his thighs, as limp as a dish rag.
"What the hell happened to you?" she snapped.
He shrugged. "Couldn't help overhearing your end of the conversation, love. I don't think I can help you. You've got too many hang-ups, you know? All you want to do is lie on your back and let the man do all the work and that's absolutely the pits. You'll never get off unless you put your heart into your fucking. Loosen up, fantasize a little, try different positions, be more active, let the guy go down on you and get you ready. Then maybe a guy can help you get off. He can't do it all, you know, no matter how good he is. And I'm damn good, but I can't do the impossible."
"Look, asshole, I paid you good money to get me off. And you'd damn well better get with the program. You're the one with the cock. Now come back here and earn your money. Two hundred bucks ain't chicken feed!"
"Lady, I can earn more than that in tips in one afternoon. I gave you a discount because I don't have many morning appointments and I felt sorry for you. And I don't give money-back guarantees ! You pay your money and you take your chances. Now I've got good equipment, and a lot of talent, but you won't let me do you right. Maybe you'd better get someone else. Another girl, maybe. I don't think you like cock."
"Get your ass out of here, you son of a bitch! Go dangle your cock in front of somebody else!"
Ginger turned her back while the young stud dressed and left, then she sat on the bed and cried. It never failed. Every time she tried, she got nothing but bitter disappointment for her efforts. She had yet to find a man who could make her cum. They all said the same thing. She had too many hang-ups. She couldn't relax and enjoy herself. She strained too hard to cum instead of just letting it happen. What did they expect her to do? If she didn't strain, she didn't even get close. A man could relax and let it happen, but a woman couldn't.
They criticized her because she wouldn't let them lick her pussy. Or she wouldn't get on top and fuck them. Or worse yet, let them put her on her hands and knees fuck her from behind. She simply could not do anything so vulgar.
She shuddered at the thought of a man putting his tongue in her pussy, then trying to kiss her. She had let one man put his head between her legs, then he tried to put his tongue in her mouth! Then he wanted to put his cock in her mouth. She tried it once. Damn near gagged on the fucking thing. And just the .thought of a man cumming in her mouth made her shudder.
She went into the living room and turned on the TV. Nothing but inane trash. As usual. She turned on the VCR and put in a tape she had bought recently. She had heard watching sex movies turned some women on. She didn't have the nerve to go into a store and buy one of the things. She snitched a girlie magazine from one of the guys at work and sent off for a movie that was supposed to be a classic. Even paid for it with a money order and used only her first initial and last name so no one would know she was a woman. She still felt like a perv sneaking a peek at his first girlie magazine when she opened the package.
She hit the fast-forward button and zipped through the tape until the actors undressed and got down to the nitty-gritty. The female was a pretty blonde with big tits, but the male actor was the one who captured her attention. She stared at him in awe. The sucker was hung like a horse! His cock had to be at least twelve inches long and as thick as her wrist. She had never seen one so big.
Is Bernie right? Is a big cock all I really need? Does size make that much difference? A couple of the guys I've fucked had pretty big cocks. Not as big as that actor, of course, but they didn't make me cum. No, a big cock isn't what's lacking. Men just don't know what the hell to do with those things. Bernie implied his cock is real big, but I think he's just blowing smoke.
The girl in the movie was sucking the actor's cock for all she was worth. As much of it as she could get in her mouth, anyway. The thing wasn't even fully erect and she couldn't get more than the head in her mouth. How could she suck the thing when it was completely hard? How would her poor little pussy ever stretch wide enough to take such a monster? The head alone was so big it would stretch her tremendously.
And what the hell was she doing? She could not believe she was actually sitting there thinking about taking one of those things in her mouth, big or little! No way! They could put it between her legs, but not in her fine mouth. The thought of watching the movie and playing with her pussy suddenly seemed gross.
She angrily ejected the tape, threw it in the trash, and went to take a bath. She had time for a light lunch before she had to report to the clinic.
Damn Bernie, anyway! I know I could have got off if he hadn't interrupted. You'll pay for this, you asshole. You might be my boss and I have to do what you say, at least until my contract runs out, but you don't have the right to run every little part of my life. Some day, I'll get even with you for this.
CHAPTER TWO
Ginger had worked for Bernie's industrial security agency for three years. She started, and spent one year, with an intelligence agency. The collapse of the arch enemy cut short her career, so she hired on with Bernie.
In addition to the normal security services, Bernie also provided industrial espionage, and she figured her earlier training would fit right in. Fat chance! So far, the only assignments she'd had were low-level, gofer jobs anyone off the street could do.
Bernie was pacing the floor when Ginger arrived at the Logan Clinic, ten minutes late. He looked at his watch and grumbled, "You're late, dear. You know we don't like that. A good operative is always punctual."
"Bite my ass, Bernie. You ruin my chance to enjoy a good screw, cut short my vacation, and then bitch about ten minutes."
"If I did bite your pretty ass, dear, you would never forget it."
"I'll bet!" she said, barely hiding her sneer.
"Let's get with this so very important job, whatever it is."
Bernie sat down and poured coffee for both of them.
"In two weeks, Ilsa Kroncke, a brilliant Hungarian chemist, will come here for a symposium. She has been working on a formula for a new fuel that will replace gasoline. We know very few details. Rumors say the base is soy beans, or hydrogen-which, as you know, comes from water and is very plentiful-or rice, or corn, or wheat, and even sugar beets! Everything but orange juice."
"Maybe orange juice is too sticky," Ginger quipped.
Bernie scowled at her flippant remark and continued. "I'm not at liberty to disclose the identity of our clients, but they are an oil cartel and are not from this country. As you can imagine, they are frantic. Whatever Ilsa is doing, if she's successful, she can disrupt the entire world economy. At least as far as the countries that depend on oil production are concerned. Our economy would also be disrupted, but not fatally, and not for long. Our big oil companies would merely shift gears and keep going."
"We've heard all of this nonsense before about cars running on water," Ginger said. "Why do you think this Ilsa person can do what no one else ever has?"
Bernie grinned wolfishly. "Frankly, my dear, we don't give a damn. We're in this strictly for the money. And there's plenty of that available." He slid two photos across the table. "Ilsa's mother was Hungarian and her father was German. East German, before the wall came tumbling down. Mother and father worked for the old USSR, and Ilsa was educated in Moscow. Her mother was also a chemist of some repute. Her father was some sort of engineer, barely known to us. Her mother died five years ago. We don't know what happened to her father.
"Ilsa speaks Hungarian, German, English and Russian. You speak English, German, Russian and a smattering of French, hence your selection."
"To do what?" Ginger interrupted.
"Ilsa will be accompanied by an old guy, in his fifties. A bodyguard or something, we're not sure. We do know he seems to like young women with big tits. Seems to prefer redheads. Your job is to get close to him and distract him. Someone will move in on Ilsa and buy the formula from her.
"We've made arrangements with the sponsor of the symposium for you to be their security liaison, which gives you a perfect reason to be around them. And, since you're skilled in the martial arts and are an expert marksman, you're qualified if any trouble does arise. The entire operation shouldn't last more than three or four days."
"You have to be kidding," Ginger said quietly. "You want me to seduce this old guy so you can make a run at Ilsa?"
Bernie nodded and smiled. "If necessary. It might not come to that."
"You know he'll want to fuck me, and so do I. Why else would you tell me he-likes young redheads with big tits? You don't pay me enough for that, Bernie."
"Yes, I thought you would take that attitude. I'm authorized to offer you a million. Half when you finish your training, if you finish, and half when we have the formula."
"A million what? Dinars or rials, or whatever they call their money?"
"Dollars. U.S., " Bernie said. "A mixture of cash and stock in various companies."
Ginger shook her head. "I'm not even sure I want to be trained as a courtesan, Bernie, but for a million dollars, I'll take a shot at learning to stand on my head and suck cock. Payment up front, however, or you find someone else to do your dirty work. No diamonds or gold, or whatever, and definitely no stock. I'd be stupid to take something that will become worthless if I succeed. I might be crazy, but I'm not stupid. Just good old U.S. greenbacks. Tax-free, in a Swiss bank, whether you get the formula or not."
"You drive a hard bargain, Ginger snap. You'll thank me for the training you're going to get, believe me. Tell you what, I'll give you a fifty thousand dollar bonus right now, which you can keep it whether or not you finish the training course. If you finish the course, you get the million. Paid as you specified."
"Done." Ginger reached across the table to shake his hand. "I just hope I don't live to regret this."
Bernie pushed several forms across the table. "Read these and be sure you understand them before signing. One word of warning. Your training will start at once. Obviously, it includes sex, and you will be exposed to things that will seem outlandish at first. You will not be abused or mistreated in any way, of course."
"Of course," Ginger said cynically. She signed the forms and pushed them across the table to him. "Does the old guy have a name by any chance?"
"Bruno Mueller. He-likes to be called Duke. John Wayne is his favorite movie star. I'll make arrangements for your payment and check in with you later." He pointed toward a door across the room. "Just go right through that door. The nurse is waiting for you." He tapped the papers together on the top of the table, put them in his briefcase and stood. "Good luck, Ginger. Try hard not to fail."
Ginger had a bad case of nerves as she walked to the door. She always did when facing a new experience. And this wasn't an ordinary experience, by any means! She knew about using women for what the intelligence services call a honey trap to trap and blackmail foreign agents.
She never expected to be part of one voluntarily. How did they train a concubine? Who trained a concubine? She took a deep breath and opened the door.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hi, honey," the nurse said cheerfully. "I'm Dawn. If you'll just take off your clothes, we'll get started."
Ginger looked around the small, stark white room. It held an exam table and a small metal desk. No screen to shield her as she undressed. No place to hang her clothes. Dawn saw her searching look.
"That's okay, honey. There's just the two of us. You can undress and hand me your things. I'll take care of them for you."
"I don't like to undress in front of anyone. I don't care if you are a woman."
"I know, honey, but you'll have to. We'll work on the other as time goes by."
Reluctantly, Ginger undressed, wondering what Dawn meant by that last comment. "Don't I get a gown?" she asked.
"We have to take some measurements, honey."
"Stop calling me honey! I'm not your honey. And I can tell you my measurements."
"Now, now, honey, don't get angry. Just step up on the scales for us. We'll get your measurements recorded faster if you cooperate."
"I'm five feet, six inches tall, weight one hundred twenty-five pounds and my other measurements, if it makes any difference, are 34B-24-35. Isn't that good enough?"
"Oh, that's lovely, honey. Just lovely. But doctor insists that we actually take the measurements. Oh, yes, you're lovely. All those beautiful curves and that magnificent red hair. Now, just step up on the scales for us."
Giving in, Ginger stepped up on the scales. Dawn recorded her weight and height, then efficiently took her measurements, without touching her, and recorded them on the chart. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Dawn ran her hand down the full length of her back, from the top of her shoulders to below her shapely ass.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ginger gasped.
"Just checking your skin texture and the firmness of your body." She flashed Ginger a bright smile. "Hmmm, Doctor might put you on an exercise program. A little too much body fat," she mused. "This is all routine, honey. No need to be alarmed. I'm also a woman, you know."
"Too much body fat my ass," Ginger mumbled.
"And a beautiful one it is," Dawn replied.
Only a blind man with no sense of hearing or smell could mistake Dawn's gender. Lots of long, glossy blonde hair, down past her shoulders. A little over five feet tall.
Sticks out almost that far in front, too. Small waist and full hips. Hell of a lot rounder than I am. Couldn't be called fat, though.
Dawn grinned and winked. "Yeah, they're big, aren't they? Seem to get in the way a lot. But not always. Guess I'm okay, though, according to the experts. I'm 34D-25-36. On a five foot, one inch frame. I have to work to keep down to a hundred seven pounds. Oh, the lovely things to eat I have to forego. Food, that is. Other things I can eat all I want to without gaining any weight. Things that are rich and creamy-pure protein, you know."
"No, I don't know."
Zaftig is the description I'm looking for. like Marilyn Monroe, only a little shorter. Some men like that kind of woman, but I have a lot to offer, too. Bet she gets more men than I do, and gets off every time. The little bitch!
"Well, maybe we can change that. We don't want to miss out on all the good things in life." She took a step forward. "Turn to face me, honey."
Ginger turned, didn't realize her nipples were level with Dawn's lips. Taking Ginger totally by surprise, Dawn pursed her lips and kissed each nipple. Right on the very tip. The shock nearly blew Ginger's toenails off. She drew back and shivered visibly. Dawn chuckled.
"On the table now, honey, so we can get ready for Doctor."
"What's this 'we' stuff? You got a cock under that dress? Maybe you aren't really a woman at all."
"Everything under my dress is just like what you have, honey. And none of it is covered by underwear. Would you like to see?"
"No, thanks. You might wrinkle that heavily starched dress."
An erotic tension suddenly permeated the room. As Dawn helped Ginger onto the table, she managed to run her hands all over the redhead's body.
The touch excited Ginger, in spite of her steadfast insistence that she didn't want another woman to touch her. Intimately, or otherwise. Of all the things she could swear she would never do, touching another woman sexually was right at the top of the list. Then she realized she was trembling, that her body obviously responded to this cunning creature! Well, her mind didn't, and it never would!
Ginger lay down, placing her feet in the stirrups. God, how she hated the things! She felt so gross, so unlady-like lying with her feet up in the air and her crotch wide-open. She hoped the doctor didn't dilly-dally with his exam.
"Doctor insists that you lie perfectly still during the exam, honey," Dawn said. "If you promise to do that, I won't have to strap you down."
"What the hell do you mean, you won't have to strap me down?" Ginger snapped. "I've had these exams before and no one even mentioned straps."
"Mustn't get angry, honey," Dawn said sweetly. "Bad for the blood pressure. We were warned that you have a temper. Just relax. No one will hurt you."
"You'd better hope they don't!"
Dawn patted Ginger on the stomach. "You just relax now. Doctor will be in soon to take care of you."
Dawn left the room and Bernie stuck his head around the door. He saw that Ginger was alone and came in.
"Ah, I see you're ready for the doctor. He'll be with you soon."
"Get out of here, you peeping Tom. What is this, the day everybody gets to look at Ginger's naked body? Who let you in here, anyway? I don't want you in here gloating over my predicament."
"No one is gloating, dear. Mustn't lose your temper again." He let his eyes travel up and down her luscious body. "Although I must admit, I had no idea how gorgeous you look without clothes. Anyway, I thought you would like to know our client approved your conditions. The money will be deposited in a Swiss bank account for you tomorrow morning." He eyed her curvaceous body again. "My, you do look rather alluring. Maybe I'll stay and watch."
"like hell you will!"
Bernie kissed her lips lightly. "I'll stop by and see you later. Try to control your temper, won't you?"
He left and the doctor came in.
"Revolving doors," Ginger muttered.
Ginger lifted her head and looked at the doctor; saw an average-looking, middle-aged man in the universal dress of doctors. But something struck her as odd. Then she realized his legs were bare below his long white coat.
"Ah, I see that Dawn has you all ready for us. Very reliable girl. Lot of talents, too. I'm Doctor Logan. Let's see now.. . "
Doctor Logan walked slowly around the table, his eyes assessing Ginger. She felt awkward. Humming quietly, turning his head, he visually inspected every inch of her body. She began to feel uneasy under his scrutiny. He turned away suddenly, walked to the metal desk and pressed a button. The door opened almost immediately and Dawn came in.
"I think we're ready to get started, Dawn. Do you have the chart?"
Dawn handed over the chart and Logan studied it. Occasionally, he looked at Ginger as if to confirm what he read.
"Not bad. Very good, in fact. But you could use a little more tit, I think. Thirty-four B isn't bad, mind you, but we'll have to pump them up for this operation. They'll have to stay that way, of course. Can't use temporary measures. Be too obvious. Wouldn't look or feel right."
"I like my tits just the way they are, thank you!" Ginger snapped.
"Hmmm, yes, I can see why Bernie warned me about your temper. You're appropriately named. Ginger. Snap. Zing. Get it? Been my experience women who can't get off have a terrible disposition. All that tension."
"I'll kill the son of a bitch," Ginger mumbled under her breath, meaning Bernie.
Logan handed the chart to Dawn. He stepped to the side of the table and began to physically exam Ginger. He followed the usual routine, poking and pulling and telling Dawn what to record on the chart.
"Open your mouth, please," he said. "Hmmm, good teeth. Stick out your tongue, please. Yes, nice length, and very thick. Hmmm, no tonsils. No constrictions in the throat. Should be able to learn to open it quite well. No, don't talk now while I'm looking in here. Won't work, you know." He began to knead her breasts and Ginger had to suppress the urge to turn away. "Firm breasts, no lumps. Feel great, too. And just look at those nipples! Lovely, just lovely.
Don't have to pinch them much to make them stand right up there like little soldiers. Nice and thick. I like fat nipples. The dossier says she does, too."
She who? I thought you were going to train me to seduce a man. If you have some idea you can train me to seduce a woman, forget it! I wouldn't suck a tit or lick a pussy for two million dollars!
Good rib cage. Nice flat stomach." Logan looked at Ginger's crotch and whistled softly. "And just look at all that red pussy hair! Damn. I'm getting turned on by her. Just love lots of pussy hair. And such a pretty red color. Don't think I could cover that bush with a dinner plate. like a big red forest. Beautiful legs. Thighs just the right size and very firm. Must exercise a lot. Couldn't be from fucking. Not from what Bernie says."
That son of a bitch talks too damn much!
"Isn't she simply lovely, Dawn?" Logan said. "Bet your mouth is already watering."
Dawn chuckled sexily and licked her lips. "You know me," she said. "I couldn't pass up a good box lunch if my life depended on it."
Logan grinned, gave her a bawdy wink, then went around to the end of the table.
"Let's see now.. .inner pussy lips longer than the outer ones. That's good. Full, too. Not those little skinny ones I don't like. Hmmm, nice big clit, too. Big nipples usually mean a big clit.
Wonder why she has so much trouble getting off." He put the tip of his finger on Ginger's love button and began to rub it gently. "Well, it doesn't get hard very quickly. Rubbing it doesn't seem to have much effect on her, either. Maybe my finger is too dry."
CHAPTER FOUR
Ginger endured the doctor's fingering impassively. Maybe the damn thing doesn't have any feeling in it, she thought. Maybe you and Bernie are wasting your time. Trying to make a good concubine out of a cold fish is like trying to make a silk purse out of sow's ear. Oh, well, I'll take the fifty grand bonus and call it quits.
Logan dipped his finger into her cunt, wiggled it around and screwed it back and forth until the juices started flowing. He inserted a second finger and pumped them in and out like a cock, finger-fucking her vibrantly.
"Nice tight cunt. It really clings to my fingers. Good elasticity. Probably can handle a pretty big cock. Maybe even one as big as Bernie's.
So, the bastard wasn't kidding! He does have a big cock. Well, so what? I still don't want him to fuck me. Probably couldn't get off anyway. God, I'm such a hopeless fucking cause!
Dawn giggled. "He sure stretches my little pussy to the limit," she said.
Logan chuckled. "Your pussy is tight, but it sure isn't little," he teased. "Let's see if this young lady has a big G spot. If she doesn't, I'll have to think of some other way to get her motor started."
Ginger's hips twitched involuntarily, telling the doctor he had found the touchy spot along the roof of her pussy that was similar in sensitivity to a clit.
"Ah, yes. There it is. Covers a large area, too. Now, let's take another look at her clit."
God, I don't know what you're doing, but it sure feels good! You got my motor started all right! Keep doing whatever it is you're doing and I just might get off.
He removed his fingers from her cunt and ran one over her clit again. As he slowly rubbed it, it began to grow and Ginger's hips continued to writhe gently.
"Make a note, Dawn. I think we may have to do a little clearing away here so this little bugger is easier to get to. As big as it is, it seems to be a bit hidden. Easy to correct, though."
Ginger wasn't really assimilating his words. She was beginning to experience sensations she had never felt before. Her anger and frustration receded as his finger worked.
Ahhh, yes, keep rubbing my clit. God, I can't believe it, but I think I'm going to cum. Oh, no! Don't take your finger away, damn you! Rub my clit! Make me cum! You don't know how badly I want to cum!
"Give me a hand here, Dawn. Think I'll check out her other reflexes. Maybe the men she's fucked treated her like they would any other woman. Big mistake. She needs more stimulation than the average woman, I think."
"If we put more men through our training program, we'd make a lot of women happy," Dawn said. "I run into clods all the time who don't know how to please a woman."
Dawn moved forward as the doctor opened his coat. Ginger lifted her head so she could see if the doctor was really nude under his coat. She looked down between his lewdly spread legs and gasped. His cock was as hard as a steel rod, sticking straight out in front of him.
He's going to put that thing in me! Well, Bernie warned me. I don't really mind if he fucks me, but I don't want him to do it with that smirking little blonde bitch standing there watching! God, that's worse than if Bernie had hung around to watch.
"No!" Ginger blurted. She began to toss her hips, frantically trying to keep the doctor from sticking his cock in her. Using the stirrups to gain leverage, she lifted her pussy so high he couldn't reach it with his prick. "Don't!"
Doctor Logan said soothingly, "Calm down, dear. I'm just going to fuck you."
"No! Not with her watching!"
"Oh, so that's your problem? Well, don't worry about Dawn. She always watches and assists. Better get used to it. She's going to be your trainer."
Ginger sighed "Well, if you must, you must. But it won't do any good."
"Don't be too sure, honey," Dawn said. She put her hand on Ginger's stomach, just above her pussy, and pushed. She was surprisingly strong for her size. She slowly, steadily pushed Ginger's ass back down to the table. "Just relax now. Doctor has to test all of your reflexes."
Ginger's ass touched the table. Dawn's finger settled on her clit and the head of Logan's stiff prick bored between her cunt lips. Her snatch was wet enough, but she was too tense for him to penetrate her fully.
Dawn agitated Ginger's clit and fondled the fleshy, gaping lips of her twat. Logan patiently worked the head of his cock in and out, waiting for her to relax and open up more before making the final thrust that would bury him in her fully.
Ginger didn't want him to fuck her in front of Dawn. She especially didn't want the little bitch to touch her. But her emotions took over, insidiously double-crossed her. The nurse's revolting touch not only became more acceptable, but even downright pleasurable. And the cock working in her cunt added immensely to the feeling.
Her body began to respond willingly to the twin assault. Her pussy began to get wetter and the lips bloated and reflexively gaped wider. The wetter her channel became, the further Logan's cock slid into her. And it didn't feel half bad!
Dawn continued to strum her clit, and that didn't feel half-bad, either! The sensations emanating from her crotch were un-like any she had ever felt, different even than when Logan finger-fucked her and rubbed her G spot. She couldn't decide if she was more aware of the cock in her cunt or the finger on her clit.
Dawn's finger felt so delicate, so gentle, yet so demanding! She felt Logan's cock thrust deep, withdraw until only the head was inside her, then plunge deep into her again. Her mind danced back and forth between the widely different sensations, trying to handle first one and then the other.
Finally, she gave up the separate efforts, merged them, and her body came totally under the erotic spell created by the dual assault. She willed herself to relax and let them have their way. And unexpectedly discovered that relaxation was the key she needed to unlock the door of her passion
Her hips began involuntarily lurching up to meet the doctor's thrusting cock. Her greedy twat swallowed all he had to offer and begged for more. Her cunt lips clung passionately to his prick. Her normally secluded clit stood up conspicuously, soliciting more contact with the flicking finger.
"Her pussy is so pretty," Dawn said softly. "And just look at how her clit stands up now."
She gently scraped her long fingernail across the turgid nub and Ginger's hips jerked violently.
"Oh, God!" Ginger mumbled. "I think I can, I think I can," she whispered.
"Do that some more, Dawn," Logan said, his words strained as he labored to hold his own orgasm at bay and bring Ginger off. "Her cunt is going wild. She's coming up fast.. .getting ready to pop." He bent his knees, changed his angle of attack so his cockhead rubbed Ginger's G spot.
Lust, the need to cum, completely consumed Ginger's befogged mind. She no longer cared if Dawn, or a whole crowd watched! Desperate not to be left hanging again, she willed herself to cum. To at last get the relief that she needed so badly.
"You're way too tense, honey," Dawn said softly. "Relax, let nature take its course. Straining so hard keeps your natural reflexes from working. You don't have to work for it. Doctor and I will make it happen."
"Yes," Ginger moaned. "Make it happen! Make me cum! I want to cum so badly!"
"We know, honey," Dawn cooed.
Dawn's finger began to agitate the redhead's clit faster. The doctor's cock began to slice in and out of her receptive cunt harder. They looked at each other and smiled. All the signs were there. Their new trainee was going to get off. And, once she did, Dawn's job would be much easier.
Ginger's ass began to bang against the table.
Her hips jerked up and down and went around and around in circles. She concentrated on freeing her mind of tension and letting her body have its way.
"Fuck me hard! Give me all of your cock! Get my clit! God, everything feels so fucking good! I'm going to cum! I know I'm going to cum!"
"We know you are, honey," Dawn said. "Don't strain for it. Let it happen."
Ginger felt the doctor's cock swell and hot sperm boiled into her eager cunt. Logan continued to fuck her rapidly. With each forward thrust, his plunger pumped another gob of jism deep into her.
Then it happened! She was cumming! At long last! Electric shocks ripped through her body. She was being torn apart. Logan's cock continued to thrust into her cunt. Dawn's finger continued to strum her ultra tender clit. The sensations tearing through her were maddening. Frightening. Glorious. All at the same time.
Many times, she had imagined what it would feel like when she finally came. But her conception was nothing like this! She tried to scream. The potency of her climax locked her voice in her throat. She could only whimper and moan as her emotions built. Then she passed out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ginger's eyes flickered open. Shut again. Slowly came fully open. Tried to focus. Finally made it.
Everything looked blurry, confused. She felt very dizzy, disoriented, as though she had been drugged. Her chest felt funny, constricted. And her pussy ached.
Then she remembered. The doctor fucked her. And Dawn played with her clit. She hadn't wanted the little bitch to touch her, then she started to feel so good she didn't care who touched her. And she had cum! She had really finally cum!
But that didn't explain why she felt so funny, or why her breasts and her pussy hurt. She wasn't a virgin, for God's sake! One more cock in her pussy shouldn't have hurt her. Besides, the doctor's cock wasn't that big. She'd had bigger. The young stud she paid to fuck her, for example.
Her vision cleared and, out of the comer of her eye, she saw Dawn sitting in a chair by her head. She lifted her head to look around and her vision blurred again. Her head fell back to the pillow and her vision cleared once more. She was still in a white room. But in a bed, not on the exam table! She touched her breasts. Felt bandages. Her eyes widened in anger and fright.
"Mustn't touch the bandages, honey," Dawn said. "We don't want to mess up doctor's nice work." She gently moved Ginger's hands away from the bandages. Held them in her own.
"What.. .I don't understand.. .why do I hurt? What did you do to me?"
"Doctor just made your lovely titties a little bigger, honey. Nothing drastic. About two cup sizes. They look wonderful. We took some pictures before the operation so you could see the difference later. Just relax now. Dawn's with you. You'll be all right."
The nurse's words slowly penetrated Ginger's foggy brain. "You did what?' She snatched her hands away from Dawn and touched her breasts. "Oh, God, you did!"
"You'll like it. You'll see. Doctor tightened your tittie muscles, not that they needed much, so they'll stand up so proud and firm all by themselves and you won't even have to wear a bra. They looked so pretty when the doctor finished. I wanted to play with them so badly. But, of course, I couldn't. What with them still being sore and all. But just you wait."
"Where's Bernie?" Ginger rolled onto her side so she could look more directly at Dawn. "What else did you do?"
"Oh, Doctor just cleared away a little debris so your pretty clitty isn't all covered up."
"Debris!"
"Well, maybe not debris, exactly. Your clitty is pretty big and very sensitive, you know. But it had so much skin over it, it was hard to find. So Doctor just removed some of it. Now, when your clitty is stimulated, it will pop right out of its hood and stand up there between those nice red-haired lips where you can see it. You won't have so much trouble cumming now. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Wonderful! Where's Bernie? Get him in here! Right now!"
"Honey, it's midnight," Dawn said patiently. "Dear Bernie is probably at home, sound asleep."
"I don't care what time it is. She calmed down and realized what Dawn had said about the time. "Midnight? How can it be midnight? I came here at one o'clock. That's eleven hours!"
"I can add," Dawn replied, still as patient as ever. "You came, then you passed out. Remember? Doctor took you right into the operating room and fixed your titties and clitty. You're going to be just fine, honey. Don't you worry. Dawn will be right here with you until you finish your training."
Ginger sat up and gasped. Her head began to swim again.
"Oh, no, honey," Dawn said, putting her hand on Ginger's shoulder and pushing her back down. "You have to stay in bed for twenty-four hours so the incisions under your titties can heal. Lots more weight there now. Doctor did a beautiful job. In a day or two, you won't even be able to see that anything was done. Everything should be fully healed in a couple of days. Isn't modern medicine wonderful?"
Ginger lay back on the bed.
"You must calm yourself and rest now, honey. I gave you a shot to help you sleep. I'll be right here if you need anything."
Ginger drifted off to sleep, sighing quietly.
* * *
The next few days passed in a blur for Ginger. She was vaguely aware of being fed and bathed and knew the effects from the surgery were decreasing. Every time she woke, Dawn was there. Even in her sleep, she heard Dawn's voice, cooing in her ear, saying such lewd things.
Talking about fucking. Both men and women! Sucking cock. Licking pussy. Sucking tits. Doing all kinds of uninhibited things, with all kinds of wanton men and women. Things she didn't even know people could do, and would never have considered doing if she had known about them.
The days and nights blurred and blended, until one day she was fully awake.
She looked around as the door opened and
Dawn came in. Instead of her prim, heavily starched nurse's uniform, she wore a thigh-length sheer peignoir that did nothing to hide her lush body.
Dawn smiled brightly and said cheerfully, "Good morning, honey. And how are we feeling this morning?"
Ginger didn't look at Dawn's face. The sight of the nurse's nearly naked body transfixed her. She didn't want to look, but couldn't help herself. Her mental computer whirred and churned, dredging up scenes she knew were erotic dreams. But she had seen Dawn dressed just this way in those dreams! Could they have been actual events and not just dreams? Impossible! In some of the raunchy scenes, Dawn had been licking her pussy!
"What time is it? What day is it?"
"Sunday, honey. You've slept most of the week. Oh, you've been awake a little while each day so we could bathe you and feed you. And do some other nice things with you. But most of the time, you've been asleep. See, the bandages are all gone."
Ginger looked down at her chest. The sight startled her. There they were! Standing out so far she couldn't even see her stomach. God! They were huge! Memories came flooding back. Anger chased close behind.
"Where's Bernie?" Ginger said.
Dawn smiled. "Bernie? He's right outside, honey. We thought you might wake up this morning."
As if on signal, the door opened again and Bernie came in. Suave and debonair. Unctuous. He glanced at Dawn and smiled. His smile widened when he looked at Ginger, lying on the bed, completely nude. He had never seen a better example of a nearly perfect female body. The good doctor had outdone himself this time. He made a mental note to compliment the man on his handiwork.
"Well, good morning, my lovely Ginger snap," he said charmingly. "And how do you feel on this fine day?"
"Skip the bullshit, you asshole! What the hell is going on?"
"You're perfect now. You're every red-blooded man's dream."
For the first time, Ginger realized she was naked. She grabbed the sheet and yanked it up to her chin. Bernie smiled. He pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down where he could look directly into her face. Dawn hovered in the background, brazenly displaying her abundant charms.
"Go put some clothes on, you.. .you slut," Ginger growled, waving her hand at Dawn. "You bother me."
Dawn ignored her and sat on the foot of the bed. "I haven't bothered you in several hours," she said smugly. "You've enjoyed everything about me the last few days, including having me naked."
Ginger decided to let it pass for the moment. She turned back to Bernie. "Explanation time," she said grimly. "And it had better be good."
Bernie smiled his unctuous smile again. "No one is holding you against your will. You gave us written permission to make any physical alterations necessary to prepare you for this assignment. All very legal and correct, dear. And all absolutely essential.
"I want to see your 'all very legal and correct' written permission," Ginger snapped.
"I thought you might. Here." Bernie handed her several forms covered with fine printing. Her signature on the bottom of each one jumped out at her. "Now let's get on with the training."
"There isn't going to be any training. I've changed my mind. I don't want to seduce some old goat who-likes to fuck young women with big tits and red hair so you can get some formula and save some foreign group a bundle of money. I'm getting out of here. You stay and keep your naked little nymph company. Get out of my way."
CHAPTER SIX
Bernie moved his chair. Ginger got out of bed, forgetting her nudity, not caring in any event. Her new tits jiggled enticingly as she walked to the door.
"Ginger," Bernie said softly. "You're throwing away a million dollars."
She stopped and turned to face him. "So what? I have the fifty grand bonus. Unless you lied to me about that, too."
"No, I didn't lie to you about the bonus."
Ginger cocked her head to the side. "Which means you lied to me about something else. What? There isn't a million dollar payment, is there?"
"Yes, there is a million dollar payment. And it's in a Swiss bank account, just as you asked." He took a small form from his briefcase and laid it on the bed. "Here's your receipt with your account number. Now, come back here and let's talk." He cocked one eyebrow and said very slowly, very distinctly, "About being able to retire after this job, if you wish. About never having to take orders from me again."
Slowly, Ginger started back to the bed. She caught her reflection in a full-length mirror mounted on the wall by her and stopped. Turned full face to the mirror. Studied the visible alternations Doctor Logan made. Turned again and studied herself in profile.
Much to her chagrin, she liked what she saw. True, her new tits were now larger than her old hips. But not by much. Anyway, her ass was large enough and round enough to offset the difference. Her flat stomach accentuated her high-standing tits. The overall effect was one of improvement. She looked sexier now.
Involuntarily, her hands went to the firm globes. Caressed them. Rubbed the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her hands dropped away. She stared at her hard nipples.
"Hmmm, my nipples look bigger, too," she mumbled, staring at the hard buds capping her tits. "Wonder if he did something to them."
She pinched them again, as if confirming they still had feeling in them. Then the erotic sensations her fondling had stirred in her body lanced into her brain. She looked around, her hands still on her tits.
Bernie was staring at her, smiling faintly. Dawn was also staring, her mouth partly open, her tongue playing back and forth along her full, ripe lower lip, her delicate hands on her own tits, caressing them lovingly.
Ginger shook her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs of confusion from her brain and walked slowly back to the bed. Sat on the edge. Held her back very straight, her full tits and erect nipples pointing directly at Bernie. Then, she did something so out of character, it shocked even Bernie. She opened her legs, spread the lips of her pussy, and gazed at her clit.
"It really is much easier to see now," she mumbled.
"Jesus," Bernie whispered.
Ginger looked at him. "The overall effect isn't so bad, is it?"
"No," he replied, trying to shake his head without blurring his vision. "Not bad at all. Outstanding, in fact. Doctor Logan did a fine job."
"All right, let's talk. But what about the little creature on the foot of the bed? Can't you send her out of the room? She looks like she's going to pounce on me at any moment. And I can't think of anything I want less."
Before Bernie could reply, Dawn said, "What you want just might surprise you, honey." She let her eyes travel slowly up and down Ginger's body and licked her lips lasciviously. "Still waters run deep."
"Enough," Bernie said. "No, I won't send Dawn out of the room. She is responsible for your training, so she stays. Your target will be here in a week, so time is of the essence. Our client sent some movies for you to watch. You must learn as much as you can about him. If you make the wrong approach and turn him off, the whole plan will fail. You have your own TV and VCR, so spend as much time as you can studying the film."
Ginger glanced at the large-screen set standing in the comer of the room. "But why do I have to work with someone I don't like? I mean your little blonde sexpot there. Shouldn't a man be training me?"
"My little sexpot is almost a carbon copy of Ilsa. You're going to have to deal with Ilsa, so being around Dawn will get you to the point of being easier in her presence."
"How do you mean, deal with Ilsa? I thought my job was to distract the old goat with her so someone could get to her."
"You can't keep him busy every minute. You've got to work with Ilsa in the picture. And stop calling him an old goat. He might be one, but if you keep calling him one, you're apt to slip and call him that to his face."
"He's a macho man," Ginger mumbled.
"So was your paternal grandfather," Bernie said. "From now on, you refer to him as Duke. You play the way you're trained."
Ginger gave him a sloppy salute and said, "Yes, sir, boss man, sir!"
"Smart ass," Bernie said. "By the way, Doctor Logan thinks you have such a temper because you're sexually frustrated. You are to have at least a half-dozen or so orgasms every day." He grinned. "Doctor's orders. You have to learn to control that wild temper somehow. If you bite Duke in the ass the way you do me, you'll spoil everything."
"Another macho bastard," Ginger muttered, then stuck her tongue out at Bernie. "If he knows so much about women, why isn't he one?"
Bernie rose and went to the door. Partway through the door, he paused and looked back at Ginger. "Oh, by the way, Ilsa is also a sexpot, as your call it. And she-likes gals and guys about as much as our friend here does." He slipped out of the door and closed it gently behind him.
Ginger turned to Dawn. "What did he mean? That Ilsa-likes gals and guys almost as much as you do?" Her voice was a half-whisper, full of confusion again.
"Oh, don't mind Bernie, honey. He's just a big tease sometimes. Now, we have to get on with your training, or we'll never get finished. Part of your training includes some time in the gym each day, by the way. Duke-likes his women firm." Dawn started toward the door.
"Get on with it? Don't you mean get started?"
"Oh, no, honey. It started nearly a week ago," Dawn replied cryptically as she opened the door.
"Where are my clothes? I can't go to the gym like this. Besides, I don't feel comfortable running around naked in front of you."
"I'll check."
The door closed behind Dawn, leaving Ginger alone. Alone in the room, at least. She had company in the form of the team monitoring the camera hidden in the air-conditioning vent.
She stood and looked around the small, Spartan room for the first time. Her gaze landed on a reel-to-reel tape recorder sitting on a table at the head of the bed. A pair of large, well-padded earphones lay beside the recorder, with a cord long enough to reach her head when she was lying on the bed.
"Sleep training?" she asked herself out loud, acquainted with the concept although she had never undergone such training. "Wonder what they've been teaching me."
She fit the earphones over her ears, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and turned on the machine. A soft, feminine voice filled her ears. Dawn? Yes. Ginger would know that saccharin, sexy voice anywhere.
My God! The little blonde coquette was speaking to her. Telling her how much she enjoyed making love to her! To Ginger! The erotic words flooded her brain as she listened. As Dawn's voice began to paint pornographic word pictures, Ginger's mind depicted lewd, very graphic images to accompany them.
"I'm kissing your sweet mouth, honey," Dawn said. "Your lips are so tender and alive. Ummm, I love to stick my tongue in your mouth so you can suck it. Give me your tongue to suck, honey. Oh, yes, I like the way it feels in my mouth. That's the way, honey, fuck my mouth with your tongue. And I just love to suck your fat nipples and run my wet tongue down your flat belly to the forest of red hair between your beautiful thighs. Now I'm rubbing my nose in the curls. Oooooo, I simply love the way your soft bush tickles my nose.
"Do you like it when I stick my tongue in your cunt? Ummm, the aroma of a hot cunt really turns me on. Oh, honey, I love to lick your cunt all over and drink the delicious juice pouring from your hole. Cum for me, honey. I want you to cum real hard while I lick your cunt. Your erect clitty is so easy to find with the tip of my tongue. Yes, honey, let it go. Cum for Dawn while she licks your big clitty. Oh, my, you really get off quickly now."
In the background, just under the sound of Dawn's whispering voice, was the sound of licking and slurping and the sound of another feminine voice cooing and oohing. Whose voice? Ginger knew. But she could not bring herself to admit she recognized it.
Dawn's soft voice droned on. "Rub your cunt all over my face while I lick your clitty, honey. Ummm, yes, that's the way. Ohh, I like the way you respond. You like being licked as much as I like to lick you, don't you?"
Ginger could almost feel the scandalous woman's tongue obscenely licking her pussy.
She leaned back against the wall. Her legs opened automatically, making her sweltering cunt easier to touch. As she listened, her hand crept down between her thighs and began to caress her hair-covered mound. Her finger found its way between the lips of her pussy and began to stroke her fiery clit. Just as she imagined the nurse's tongue was teasing the sensitive stud.
The voice continued. "My tongue is playing over your big clitty, honey." Ginger's finger played lightly over her clit. "I'm going to finger-fuck you, honey." Ginger continued to play with her clit and slipped two fingers of her other hand up her slippery channel. "Ohh, Doctor was right," Dawn whispered. "Your cunt is real tight. Oh, yes, honey, make your cunt suck my fingers." Ginger began to finger-fuck herself urgently.
Dawn's soft voice seemed to pound into Ginger's head, describing everything she was doing, how much she wanted Ginger to cum. Urging her to relax and enjoy, to turn loose and let her body take her to nirvana.
Ginger could clearly picture the mouth pressed to her cunt. Feel the tongue as it tenderly lashed her clit. Experience the fingers as they wiggled around and around in her soupy cunt. Touched the sides. The top. The bottom. Caressed her G spot. Pumped in and out. Feel the nurse's tongue apply firmer pressure.
No longer aware it was her own fingers in her cunt, she lost herself in the glorious sensations emanating from her crotch. The voice told her she was cumming. And she was! Her fingers were working rapidly. One on her clit, two in her cunt. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The only sound from the tape was the licking and slurping of Dawn's tongue and the cooing and oohing from the other woman. Only now they were louder.
Ginger didn't know if she was listening to her own sounds of passion or the sounds on the tape. She came down slowly. The tape began to feed words into her ears again. Dawn was saying how much she wanted Ginger to lick her pussy. Encouraging her. Telling her she was giving Dawn such pleasure with her tongue.
Ginger ripped the earphones from her head and threw them aside. Then she saw Dawn standing in front of her. Naked. Smiling sweetly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dawn removed the cover from the plate, leaned over to set the tray of food on the table and dragged one large nipple through the salad dressing.
"Oops," she giggled. She grinned at Ginger, wiped the dressing from her nipple with the tip of her finger, then put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. "Lunch time, honey."
"How long have you been here?" Ginger growled.
Dawn grinned and winked. "Oh, long enough to watch you play with your pussy and get off. That tape got to you, huh? Thought it would. It should sound real familiar to you."
Ginger actually blushed. Something she didn't know she could do. "What happened to my right to privacy?" she snapped. "And where are my clothes?"
"I checked," Dawn said patiently. "like I said I would. Doctor didn't write any orders for you to have clothes. I took mine off so you won't feel out of place. Now, eat your lunch. An active girl has to keep up her strength."
"You eat it! I don't want anything you've had your big tits in."
Dawn clicked her tongue in a mild rebuke. "You must learn to control your temper, honey." She stared openly at Ginger's tits. "Yes, they are big, but Doctor made yours just as big. He did a beautiful job, too. Yours are firmer, though, don't you think?"
Ginger glanced at the nurse's bare tits, then looked away quickly. "I don't care to compare tits. And I do not want anything you've stuck your tits in."
"I'll just leave the tray here. You can eat when you're ready. As for not wanting anything my tits have been in, you'd better find a way to get rid of your mouth."
Ginger's mouth dropped open. "What are you saying?" she asked, aghast.
"Simply that you've had my big tits in your mouth," Dawn said blithely. "And believe me, honey, you suck tit with the best of them." She waved airily and left.
Ginger stared at the nurse's shapely ass wiggling provocatively as it went through the door. She couldn't explain why the sight titillated her.
She's lying! I've sucked her tits? Impossible! I would never do any such thing! I can't even stand the thought of touching another woman, let alone sucking her tits. It's out of the question!
Her mind whirled furiously for a moment, then settled enough for her to think clearly.
Then how do I explain my erotic dreams? Or were they dreams? And the tape? Was it faked, or had it been made while Dawn was eating my pussy? No! I won't believe anything so vulgar! One of the voices on the tape was Dawn's, but the other one definitely wasn't mine!
Come on, lady, she chided herself. You know how easy it is to fake audio tapes. You spent hours doing it in training with the intelligence agency. Even video tapes can be faked. It's a little more difficult, but it can be done. Stop staring the obvious in the face and admit you didn't sleep away those days and nights you supposedly lost.
She realized she was shoveling food into her mouth as fast as she could. Well, she was hungry! Dawn had stuck her nipple in the salad dressing. She would simply not eat the salad. But the salad bowl was empty.
Shit! Well, it didn't taste so bad. In fact, all of the food here tastes pretty damn good. It tastes a little different. Must be some spice they use in it. Have to remember to ask what it is. Wonder why I'm so interested in food now. Sleeping doesn't burn many calories. Never have cared much what I ate. I always ate to live, not lived to eat.
She pushed her tray aside, picked up the remote control for the TV and stabbed the button to turn it on. Then began to channel surf.
Hmmm, no regular channels. Guess they're all closed-circuit for my training. Well, let's see what we have.
She skimmed across a young man giving a lecture, assisted by a naked young woman. One man interviewing another man. A blank screen. A dimly lit room with two people on a bed. Another blank screen. And another blank screen.
She went back to interview. One man had a heavy accent. German? Yes, she recognized her target. Good old Bruno. Or Duke, as he liked to be called. God, what a farce. A square-headed man who fancied himself an old west hero. Could anything be more of a turn-off? She would listen to him later. Plenty of time to get acquainted with the old goat.
She surfed again. One of the previously blank screens showed a blonde woman sitting on the floor, facing the camera. Dawn. Nude.
Well, what's the little slut up to now?
A man entered the room. A big man, over six and a half-feet tall and in excess of two hundred fifty pounds. Also nude. And black. Not black-black. More like a light chocolate. His uncut cock swinging gently between his legs like an immense black club instantly caught her attention. The damn thing had to be at least a foot long and as big around as her wrist. Bigger than the cock on the man in the sex movie she bought. And it wasn't even hard!
"Hello, Walter." Dawn licked her lips and smiled invitingly. "Are you going to fuck me in the mouth today?"
Walter stood in profile to the camera, his cock dangling in front of her mouth. "You bet your sweet ass, baby," he said softly. "You're the best cocksucker I know."
Ginger shivered and turned up the volume. God, can she really suck that thing without breaking her jaws? Why do I care? I'm not going to let some guy stick one of those things in my mouth. If getting that damn formula depends on me sucking Duke's cock, Bernie will just have to find someone else to do his dirty work!
"Maybe we can train someone else to be just as good," Dawn said.
She reached out, wrapped her hand around Walter's long dong and slowly peeled the foreskin back. Exposed the shiny knob. The glans stood out in bold relief. His cock twitched and Ginger could see the muscles in his thighs tremble.
Dawn held the long shaft with both hands and eyed it with obvious craving. She leaned forward and kissed the large knob. Her pink tongue snaked out and circled it, then stabbed at the slit in the tip.
He straddled her legs and took a step forward. She opened her mouth wide and her tongue coiled around his cockhead. He hunched his hips, pushed his cock toward her mouth. Still holding the thick stem with both hands, she opened her mouth wider and slowly engulfed the immense head with her lips. He hunched again and the chocolate cudgel slid into her mouth.
"Fine mouth, baby," Walter mumbled. "Mighty fine mouth."
Ginger couldn't believe Dawn could take such a massive instrument into her mouth. She didn't know the half of it. The best was yet to come. She settled back in her chair, her eyes never leaving the erotic action on the screen.
The tip of Walter's cock slid into Dawn's mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat. His body trembled as she pressed his cockhead against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Her head began to bob slowly back and forth and she began to suck vigorously. She knew Ginger couldn't see inside her mouth, but she wanted her trainee to see by Walter's reaction that she was a good cocksucker.
Saliva seeped from her mouth and trickled down his shaft, dampening her hands. She began to bob her head more rapidly and both hands began to slide up and down the dark stalk, using her spit for lubrication. His hips began swinging in rhythm with the bobbing of her head as she fucked herself in the mouth with his big tool.
The obscene sound of the raunchy blonde sucking the black giant's cock bombarded Ginger's ears. She couldn't believe how much the salacious scene excited her. She wanted to finger her clit, was afraid she would get carried away and miss the inevitable conclusion of the little slut's cocksucking. She wondered if he would cum outside Dawn's mouth. She genuinely hoped so. She had never watched a cock spurt, and, for some inexplicable reason, wanted to.
Dawn's head began to bob faster. Nearly half of Walter's prick plunged into her mouth with each forward thrust of his hips. The watery noises coming from her mouth became louder and more frantic as heavier trickles of saliva ran from the corners of her mouth, forced out by the urgent thrusting. The pressure to cum became intense. Every muscle in his body stiffened.
Dawn suddenly pulled her head back. Let his cock slide from her mouth. The long shaft glistened with her saliva. She wrapped her small white fist around the chocolate-colored head and caressed it teasingly as her tongue slithered slowly up and down the wet rod.
"Nearly got your cum, didn't I, honey?" she asked, her voice muffled against his prick.
The tip of Ginger's finger touched her clit and she jumped. She didn't realize she even had her hand between her legs. "Well, I didn't intend to jack off. Guess I might as well, now that I've started." She settled back in her chair and began to idly agitate her clit. Her eyes sparkled with animation as she watched the bawdy action on the TV.
"You came close," Walter he panted. "Hang on for a little while longer, honey," Dawn breathed against his cock as she caressed it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. "I want to show Ginger how to suck cock before you shoot. Okay?"
"Yeah," he muttered. "You go ahead. I hope she learns to suck as well as you do."
"I love to have my mouth full of hot cock. And the taste of cum really turns me on. I want a big shot from you, honey. I'll make you feel so good and eat every drop you give me." She pushed on the inside of his thigh with one hand and he spread his legs further apart. "That's right, honey, spread your legs so Ginger can see me playing with your big balls while I suck your cock." She hefted his balls in one hand. "Oh, my, they're so full today. I'm going to get a mouthful of cum."
She stuck her head between his thighs and began to lap his balls lovingly. Her head nearly disappeared as she burrowed her face between the brown tree trunks he called thighs. The tip of her tongue moved lower and laved his asshole, titillating him into a roaring frenzy of sexual excitement. He groaned and trembled from the exquisite sensation.
His balls bounced across her face as she pulled her head back, lapping and nibbling the inside of his thigh. His cock and balls glistened with her saliva. Her hands made a moist sound as they continued to slide up and down his cock. Saliva ran down her chin. Her eyes gleamed with carnal exhilaration.
She lifted her head and dragged her tongue back up the shaft of his cock, making the thick stem tremble and pulsate. She looked at him over the head of his prick as she lapped and kissed it.
"Are you ready to cum for me, honey? I'm going to let some of your juice squirt on my face so Ginger can see you shoot your big load."
He nodded rapidly, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. "Yeah, I'm ready. You're one damn fine cocksucker, baby."
"Be sure you cum a lot for me, honey. I want to squirt some on my face so Ginger can see how much cum you pump out, but I want a big drink, too. Okay?"
"Yeah, let's show Ginger how much jizz I've got in one load."
Dawn gripped the base of his cock with both hands again. She opened her mouth wide, like a little bird waiting to be fed. She leaned forward and slowly fit his cockhead into her mouth once more. The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled. A groaning sigh erupted from his lips as her hot, damp mouth closed on his cock. Her lips stretched tightly around the thick pole as she let it slide into her mouth to the back of her throat. Then she began to bob her head back and forth with an unrelenting forcefulness, stimulating him rapidly. Forcing him to cum.
The pressure of his impending orgasm immediately swelled within him. His hips shot forward. His body stiffened. Her head began to move faster. She gobbled his big black dick boisterously. More saliva began to stream down the shaft of his cock, and an uncontrollable quiver raced through him.
Dawn yanked her head back just as his climax burst over him. A heavy shot of sticky cream spurted in her face, splattering her nose, her cheeks, her chin. She captured his cockhead again and gurgled happily as she swallowed the rest of his jism. She continued to move her head back and forth rapidly. She milked his cock and kneaded his balls, coaxing the last shot of nectar from him. Droplets escaped from her lips and trickled down her chin, then dripped onto her tits. He writhed in the throes of orgasm as the bawdy blonde sucked him to the heights of ecstasy.
His cock collapsed into a tube of limp flesh. She rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue and ate the last of his cum. He panted breathlessly and smoothed her silky tresses. She let his cock slide from her mouth and let it lie across her palm. She held his balls in her other hand and fondled them tenderly. She looked at his cock, kissed the head, then looked up at him and smiled.
"Do you like the way I suck cock, honey?"
He chuckled, the sound rumbling up from deep in his broad chest. "You know I do, you horny little bitch. Never knew a woman who liked to eat cum as much as you do. I hope Ginger liked watching us."
Dawn looked directly into the camera. Cum glistened on her lips and face. "Did you like to watch me suck Walter's big cock, Ginger? A man simply loves to stick his cock in your mouth and fill it with cum." She smacked her lips and smiled. "Just wait until you have a cock in your mouth, all hot and throbbing, eager to shoot."
The screen faded to black. Ginger sat for a minute, staring at the blank screen, her mind in a state of total confusion.
"God help me," she muttered. "I want to suck a cock! I hate to admit the truth, but it seems I've already licked Dawn's pussy. I hate to admit it, but I don't think that fucking audio tape was faked. And I want to suck a cock now! A big one, like Walter's, and swallow his cum."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ginger stumbled back to bed. Her mind was reeling. Her cunt was boiling. Fires were burning in her body that she was not aware could be there. Fires she had never felt before. She came while watching Dawn suck Walter's cock and still that didn't quench the flames consuming her, threatening to burn her to a crisp.
Reaching the bed, she threw back the covers and happened to look down. In the middle of the bed, just about where her ass would be when she was lying down, were several long blonde hairs.
Long blonde hair? Oh, God, I can't deny the truth any longer! That little slut didn't plant them. I never thought I could do anything so kinky. Well, I'm sure as hell not going to do it again! I don't care how much money Bernie offers me. I'm not a lesbian, goddam it! I'm not! Never have been, never will be! I can learn to suck cock, but I won't let them turn me into a lesbian!
She fell into bed and rolled onto her back, her mind racing. She stared at the ceiling. Tried to marshal her thoughts. Struggled to slow the kaleidoscope reeling behind her eyes.
How could she separate reality from the dreams? She had assumed those vague memories lurking at the edge of her consciousness had been dreams, but how could she be sure?
So, what do I do now? Should I continue with the training and earn the million? Or should I call it off, take my fifty grand bonus and go back to my humdrum life? Well, maybe not so humdrum. I know how to cum. But what can I do with only fifty grand? A million would set me up for life. I can tell Bernie to take his job and shove it, and lead a life of decadent grandeur. But, if I finish the training, whatever it is, wouldn't I know how to be even more decadent?
Admit it, girl, you like sex! And you want to learn more. Quit pussyfooting around and get on with it.
Sound from the TV interrupted her thoughts. She had left the damn thing on after watching Dawn and Walter.
Well, I might as well see what they have for me now.
She sat up with her back against the wall and looked at the TV. There was Dawn again. Still naked. Ginger chuckled. Would she ever again feel comfortable wearing clothes? Dawn's legs were wide open, with the camera aimed directly at her cunt.
Ginger watched with fascination as Dawn brushed her clit lightly with the tip of one dainty finger. She hoped Dawn would jack off. She had never watched another woman play with her pussy.
Then the scene changed to a woman lying on a bed. Naked. Her! Which didn't surprise her. All along, she suspected at least one camera was hidden in the room. Obviously, it was a high resolution, color camera.
Watching yourself on film for the first time is kind of like hearing your voice on tape for the first time. At first, you think it's someone else. Wonder what kinky thing they're going to have me do this time.
Dawn came back into the picture. Stood by the bed where Ginger was lying. Her nude body exuded sexuality, even on the TV screen.
"You're a sexy little bitch, aren't you?" Ginger said. She reached up and hefted one of the blonde's tit mounds. "Such soft tits. Never thought I would get so much pleasure from playing with tits." She ran her thumb over Dawn's nipple and teased it into full erection.
Dawn beamed brightly, obviously quite pleased with the remark. She arched her chest and pushed her tit against Ginger's hand. "I like the way you play with my tits," she said quietly.
"Do you want me to suck your big tits?"
Here we go! Ginger said to herself, staring intently at the TV. Now I know why she said I'd had her tits in my mouth. Wonder if I enjoyed sucking them?
"Do you want to suck them?" Dawn asked.
"Yes, I would like that very much. Does your pussy get wet when your tits are sucked?"
"like a swamp," Dawn breathed.
Ginger slid over and patted the bed. "Then get on the bed with me. I'll suck your big tits and turn your pussy into a swamp."
Dawn giggled and lay beside Ginger. She guided her nipple to the redhead's mouth and let out a big sigh when the tip disappeared between Ginger's greedy lips.
Ginger held one large, soft mound with both hands, fondled it, kneaded it, nuzzled it, then began to lick and kiss Dawn's fat nipple. She teased the thick bud until it became engorged, kissed Dawn on the mouth, then loved her other nipple.
"I never thought I would enjoy making love with a woman," Ginger whispered. "Just the thought of touching another woman intimately made me sick at my stomach."
"Some women have to learn to enjoy other women," Dawn said. "Others take to it naturally. I think you're a natural. You've kept your natural emotions bottled up. Now, you're able to be your true self. You do like my tits, don't you?"
Ginger eagerly licked and sucked each nipple again. "Oh, I love them! Your nipples look like big pencil erasers. My tits are firmer, but yours are so nice to touch and kiss." She rolled back slightly and let her gaze wander over the blonde's voluptuous body. "Looking at your gorgeous body really turns me on. Ain't that a pisser? A dyed-in-the-wool man's woman, enjoying another woman."
"How do you feel about enjoying another woman?"
"I don't know. Sort of scatterbrained, reckless. But happy. I don't know why I'm doing this."
"Because you want to. You like it."
"Last night, when you were sucking my cunt, I tried to explain how I felt. My feelings were so confused it didn't come out right. I enjoyed it. But it scared me, too. I knew it was inevitable that I was going to suck your cunt. At the same time, I thought it was wrong for women to make love with each other."
"And now," Dawn prompted.
"I don't know if it's right or wrong. And I don't care. I'm going to do it anyway. But I don't want to become a lesbian!" She burrowed her face between Dawn's big, soft tits and a sob caught in her throat.
"You aren't going to become a lesbian, honey," Dawn said soothingly, drawing Ginger closer and caressing the top of her head. "I like to lick pussy, and I'm not a lesbian. As long as you like to fuck men, you'll be all right. You're not doing anything you don't really want to do." She stroked Ginger's back and head gently.
Guess I did want to, Ginger told herself as she watched the erotic tableau unfolding on the screen. Wonder if she could have coaxed me into eating her pussy before I came here? But one very critical question keeps plaguing me. If my job is to go after Duke, why was it necessary to turn me on to women? You're lying to me about something, Bernie. Just you wait, I'll find a way to turn the tables on you, you sneaky bastard!
Dawn moved slightly and one of her nipples grazed Ginger's cheek and slithered across her lips. Almost unconsciously, Ginger took it into her mouth again and began to suckle. Dawn understood Ginger's emotions. Finding out you like women was a shock. It had been to her, the first time she let a woman seduce her. Once she accepted her true nature a whole new world of pleasure opened up for her. Ginger would soon experience the same liberation.
"Mmmmmm, I like the way you suck my titties, honey. When you hold my nipple between your lips and lick it, I feel it all the way to the bottom of my cunt." She groped Ginger's tits and shivered with desire. "Oooooo, I love your big tits," she breathed.
"Do you really? You don't think I'm a freak?"
"If you are, so am I, honey."
Dawn rolled Ginger onto her back, leaned over and nuzzled her nose into Ginger's red muff. Her tongue snaked out and burrowed into the exquisite, flavorful flesh of the redhead's box. The pointed pink tip roved over the nodule hiding her clit. It felt so much more prominent now. She tongued the nubby love button awake. Ginger whimpered with pleasure and hunched her crotch.
With increasingly insistent strokes, Dawn delved more deeply between Ginger's lower lips and the plush lips separated like the petals of a delicate blossom. Hungrily, her tongue sought within the honey-slick walls of the redhead's pussy and licked up her nectar. Ginger responded with deeper moans and a churning of her hips.
"Ooohhh, Dawn! Your tongue feels so good, dear!" Ginger gasped between ragged breaths. "Lick my pussy, baby! Lick it good and make me cum!"
Dawn stretched out on her belly between Ginger's legs. Ginger put her legs over the nurse's shoulders and crossed her ankles as Dawn began licking her pussy more ardently. The silky flesh on the inside of Ginger's thighs trembled against Dawn's cheeks as she changed from licking into the redhead's hot twat and began to suck zealously on her clit. With pouting lips, she drew the large, erect bud into her mouth and let her tongue dart about the sensitive knob.
"Oh, darling, darling!" Ginger whimpered.
"I've never felt anything so wonderful. Oh, God, baby, I love the way your tongue feels in my cunt. Suck my cunt, baby! Suck it good and make me cum! I need to cum so badly, baby! Oh, baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Dawn's sucking mouth drove Ginger into the throes of orgasm. Ginger's hips bucked off the bed so furiously Dawn had to grab her buttocks to hold on. Gigantic shudders wracked her body. Ecstasy swamped her mind, made her oblivious that Dawn was not indestructible. She heaved and bucked mindlessly.
Dawn wrapped her arms around Ginger's thighs and hung on for dear life as she continued to lick her clit furiously. At long last, Ginger came back to earth and Dawn extracted her head from the redhead's leg-lock. She breathed an audible sigh of relief and rested her cheek on Ginger's hairy mound. Ginger's panting began to slow and she regained some sense of sanity.
God, I really went of, Ginger told herself as she stared bug-eyed at the TV. I can't believe I came so hard. I had never cum at all until Doctor Logan and Dawn got me off in the exam room. But that was nothing like the way I came when Dawn sucked me off. And that raunchy little episode had to be real. They couldn't fake that, no matter how hard they tried. I not only submitted to the embraces of another woman, I quite obviously welcomed it with open arms. Or legs, as the case may be! Not only that, I participated by sucking her soft tits. And I actually told the little slut she's beautiful and sexy! Boy, I'm certainly not the same person I was when I came to this screwy clinic!
Dawn lifted her head and said, "Wow! You really took off, honey. Your ass was like a whirling dervish. You sure have strong legs."
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry!" She sat up, held her hands against Dawn's cheeks and kissed her tenderly. "Your tongue felt so good, I just got carried away. I had no idea a tongue could feel so good. I wonder why I always resisted when a man wanted to suck me off."
"I have never known a man who could eat pussy as well as a woman, honey. Maybe it's better that a woman got you first. Now you know what to expect."
"Now I'll be spoiled for life!" Ginger said with a snicker. She looked at Dawn with unmistakable concern, then kissed her again. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, honey, I'm just fine, really," Dawn assured her. "You caught me by surprise. I wasn't prepared for the strength of your orgasm."
"Neither was I!" She kissed Dawn again. "You know I don't want to hurt you. Not after the wonderful way you made me feel."
"Do you want to eat my pussy now and make me feel the same way?"
"God, you know I do!" Ginger replied wholeheartedly, elated by the bawdy invitation. "I want to very, very much."
Dawn crawled up by Ginger and stretched out. Ginger rose to her knees and looked at the voluptuous little blonde with adoration. Her eyes caressed every inch of Dawn's curvaceous body, relished every nook and cranny of her exciting body.
Dawn felt a stirring in her loins from Ginger's adulation. "Touch me," she whispered. "Suck my titties and lick me all over."
"Don't get pushy," Ginger giggled. "I'm going to lick your pussy. I just want to look at your first." She let her hands drift tenderly over Dawn's body. "I like your body. It's so soft, so elegant, so un-like a man's hard body."
"The thought of touching another woman no longer sickens you?" Dawn asked.
"God, no!"
Ginger lowered head. Her lips hovered over each lovely nipple and her tongue fluttered lightly on the very tip of each turgid bud of flesh.
Sparks of carnal pleasure flashed through Dawn. She sighed and arched her back. Her nipples bloated and her tits swelled. "Mmmmmm, your tongue tickles," she murmured.
"This won't," Ginger chuckled and surrounded one areola with a full-lipped, plush, kiss.
Dawn squirmed with passion. She groped for the back of Ginger's head, pressed her face into her soft tit with a moan. Her other hand stole under Ginger's chest and began to caress her dangling tits with feathery strokes.
With an audible sigh of passion, Ginger licked and sucked the blonde's turgid tit buds as her hand slinked across Dawn's satiny belly to the forest of opulent hair in her crotch. Her finger slid into the fleece-covered crevice and rested lightly on Dawn's clit. She lifted her head, smiled dreamily, then fastened her lips to the blonde's for a stimulating kiss. Her finger stayed on Dawn's clit. Just rested there without moving.
Ginger had no idea where the idea came from. She had not seen anyone do it. She lifted her head and said softly, "Stick out your tongue."
Dawn opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. Ginger licked the other woman's tongue, then sucked it into her mouth and put her lips against Dawn's again. She broke the kiss and stuck out her tongue. Dawn imitated Ginger's risqu' antic, licking and sucking her tongue, then they kissed again.
Ginger's finger slipped lower between Dawn's puffy pussy lips. Anticipation filled her mind with wild sensations. Her ardor increased and her breath came in sharp, deep gasps.
She fucked Dawn's mouth with her tongue as she plunged two fingers into the blonde's wet snatch and matched the action of her tongue. She broke the kiss and continued to finger-fuck the hot little blonde as she said, "Your cunt is so slick and warm. Just like your mouth. I like having my fingers in your hot little hole. Playing with another woman's cunt is so liberating." She moved her hand up and rolled Dawn's clitoris under her fingers. Dawn's hips churned and humped. "Oh, you like that, huh."
"I love it, you little tease," Dawn panted.
CHAPTER NINE
"We'll get back to it later, but with my tongue next time," Ginger said. She licked Dawn's mouth and jaw, down her neck to her chest. She alternately took each bountiful mound in her hands and held them to her mouth. "Your soft tits feel so nice. I love to handle them and kiss and suck your fat nipples." She made her tongue flat and broad and licked lower. "Wonder why I resisted the thought of making love to another woman," she mused. "I like to suck tit and lick your silky skin." She dragged her wet tongue lower, to Dawn's belly button.
She pointed her tongue and darted the tip into the deep indentation. Dawn shivered and pushed her stomach up as goose bumps rose across the expanse of her belly. Ginger licked lower. Left a watery trail on Dawn's delicately flavored flesh. She ran her tongue, then her nose, through the soft blonde curls covering Dawn's cunt.
"Hmmm, I see why you like to rub your nose in a woman's muff."
Dawn's hips lurched off the bed. Ginger's wonderful tongue was about to drive her mad. Only the redhead's mouth could satisfy the torment in her cunt. She was afraid Ginger might back out at the last moment. like fucking, the first time a woman licks clit is the most daunting. The agony of getting left without an orgasm now would be awful. She put her hands behind Ginger's head and urged it lower.
"Put your mouth on my cunt," she hissed between clenched teeth.
Down she goes! Ginger's mind screamed as she watched herself on the TV screen. Obviously, I enjoyed myself. Just look at my face. I look like someone just told me the secret of life.
With nearly intolerable slowness, Ginger inched her mouth lower, let her lips hover right over the blonde's steaming slit. Fully committed, she was going to give Dawn as much pleasure as she could. She might be a novice clit licker, but, somehow, she knew exactly what to do.
"Oh, God, honey, suck my cunt! Lick my clit. Please, honey, please! Suck my cunt!"
"I am, baby," Ginger cooed. "I'm going to suck your sweet cunt and make you cum so hard you'll lose your mind."
"We'll look for the fucking thing later!" Dawn squealed.
Ginger stuck her tongue out and fluttered the tip teasingly over Dawn's big love button.
Dawn hunched her twat at Ginger's mouth. "For God's sake, you little tease! Lick my clit before I go crazy!" She snatched Ginger's head down and a sigh of near volcanic proportions burst from her throat as Ginger's lips touched her sopping slit. "Ohhh, yes!" she wailed. "Suck my cunny!" Her head tossed from side to side. Her long blonde hair whipped across her passion-wracked face.
Ginger lovingly licked and tenderly sucked the nurse's swollen joy buzzer. She cupped the sensitive bud with her lips and twirled her tongue around it avidly. Dawn's moans became louder as her passion mounted.
"Oh, yes, honey! Oh, God, yes! she groaned. "Stick your fingers in my cunt, honey! Finger-fuck me while you lick me!"
Her hips settled into a rhythmic rocking. Her hands began to knead her own throbbing tits. She twirled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they pulsated with blood. Between their turgid sensitivity and the electric shocks from her cunt, passion saturated her mind. Her hips churned. Her ass came high off the bed with each upward thrust. She soared relentlessly toward orgasm.
Ginger looked up across the flat expanse of Dawn's heaving belly. The provocative sight of the blonde's fingers torturing her taut, rubbery nipples sent a thrill coursing through her. She drove her fingers in and out of Dawn's saturated hole and licked her clit furiously.
Dawn's hips bounced and gyrated wildly. "I'm going to cum, honey! Oh, God, I'm going to cum so fucking hard!" Dawn panted.
Her eyes rolled up in her head. Her body went into spasms of orgasm. Ginger continued to finger-fuck the hot little blonde and tease her clit until Dawn's frantic gyrations began to subside and finally stopped.
Ginger was wonderfully pleased with herself. And it was her first time! She pulled her fingers out of Dawn's cunt and plunged her tongue as deep as she could into the liquefied hole, savored the flavor of the woman's sweet secretions on her tongue.
She looked up from between Dawn's legs. "You like the way I suck cunt, huh?" she said, her voice soft. She gazed into Dawn's still-open cunt. Lightly ran the tip of her tongue over the softening pleasure bud. "Your cunt sure gets wet. A girl could drown in there."
"Now you've totally debauched me."
"Not quite, but we're getting there. You have a couple more things to learn."
Dawn was there again. Still naked, or course. Still looking so provocative it made Ginger's pussy tingle. Going from the movie to the real, live woman was a shock. Almost as much of a shock as watching herself make splendid lesbian love with the lecherous little blonde. She looked at Dawn and grinned.
"You're shifty, sneaking in here on little cat feet so quietly I didn't hear you."
"An array could have marched through here and you wouldn't have heard them."
"Yeah, guess I did get kind of wrapped up with watching myself on that tape. I really liked sucking you off, didn't I?"
"You loved it. You went after my pussy like you were starved for it."
"Am I a lesbian now?"
"Do you still like cock?"
Ginger shook her head. "I don't know. I haven't had one since Logan fucked me the day I came here. I liked watching you suck Walter's cock. Does that count?"
Dawn shook her head. "No. You have to fuck one to know for sure."
"I suppose you'll let me have one when you're ready. You said I have a couple more things to learn. Will I like them as much as I liked sucking your pussy?"
"No time like the present to find out.
Dawn grabbed Ginger's hips and pulled her off the bed. Her ass hit the floor with a thud. Dawn pushed her legs as far apart as they would comfortably go and knelt between them.
Ginger didn't know what Dawn had in mind, and didn't care. She was so steamed up by the movie, so eager to cum, she would have gone for almost anything right then.
Then Ginger saw the young man standing in the door. His lean, nude body contrasted sharply with hers and Dawn's amply endowed, luxurious bodies. He stroked his partially hard cock slowly as he watched Dawn. Ginger watched his hand slide up and down his prick and gasped as she felt Dawn's mouth on her pussy. A moment later, Dawn lifted her head and looked at the young man.
"She's ready, Bobby. The movie must have really turned her on."
"I could have told you that," Ginger mumbled, watching Bobby's cock bounce up and down as he walked across the room. "I hope you know how to use that thing. I need a good fucking."
Bobby smiled, but didn't speak. He knelt between Ginger's splayed legs, grasped her hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Scooting forward, he shoved his cock up her twat from the rear. His slender cock plunged into her saturated cunt to the hilt in one lunge.
The position she thought she dis-liked didn't bother her in the least. She sighed and began to respond to his fucking. She felt a finger flitting around her asshole, and took a moment to realize she liked the lewd touch. The finger left, but the cock continued to pump her pussy. The finger returned, slicker than before. It went inside her ass. Easily. She was so horny, so relaxed, the finger met no resistance. The finger left again. Returned immediately, loaded with something very thick, very slick. She still had no idea what Dawn was going to do. She turned her head and stared directly into the crack between Dawn's lovely white ass cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Ginger asked.
"Just lubricating you, honey. Did you like my finger in your ass?"
"Yeah, it felt pretty good. Especially with that lovely cock so deep in my cunt."
Dawn smeared the lubricant around Ginger's back door, then pushed a big glob inside the tight opening and made the brown-rimmed hole as slick as her pussy. Dawn continued to probe the redhead's asshole and Ginger squirmed her ass around in tiny, lewd circles.
Bobby began to withdraw his cock from Ginger's cunt. She shook her ass at him and tried to lurch back to delay his withdrawal.
"No," she objected vociferously. "Don't stop. I want your cock. Fuck me," she begged shamelessly. "I want to be fucked."
Then she felt his cock again. But it was too high! Instead of going into her cunt, it was probing her asshole! Pressing against the small brown hole hiding in the crack of her ass. She didn't want his cock in her ass. Getting fucked on her hands and knees doggie-style was bad enough! She couldn't let him put his cock in her ass!
Dawn held her buttocks apart, exposing her rear entrance to the seeking cock. She tried to pull away, but Dawn had a firm grip.
"No! Oh, no! You can't put your cock in there!" She rocked forward to get away from the probing cock and Bobby followed her, pushing relentlessly against her asshole. She whimpered, "Oh, please. I've never been fucked in the ass. Put your cock back in my cunt and fuck me that way."
Her protest fell on deaf ears. Then she felt her sphincter begin to yield and her asshole slowly opened to admit the swollen cockhead. Her tiny anal mouth opened wider and the knob popped inside.
The pressure eased and Bobby waited before pushing any more prick into her. To her surprise, his cock did not hurt as she expected. Dawn's hands were all over her buttocks. Holding her cheeks apart. Tickling around her asshole. The cock began to move again. Going deeper. No pain. Just a little pressure, to which her muscles were adjusting. She felt Bobby's pubic hair tickling her upturned ass cheeks and knew she had taken every inch of his cock into that so secret place for the first time. And it felt good! Hell, it felt wonderful!
"Oh, God," she moaned. "It's all in me. Fuck me. Fill my ass with your cum. Give it to me!"
"How do you like it?" Dawn asked.
"I love it!" Ginger wailed. "God, it feels so fucking good!"
Bobby crouched over her ass. Held onto her hips and began to fuck her. Ginger writhed and murmured. Twisted her hips from side to side. Ecstatic sensations raced through her as his cock slid in and out of her tight asshole.
Bobby ground his teeth together. Strained to hold back the burgeoning climax building rapidly in him. "Goddam, her ass is tight!" he groaned.
"You're exploring virgin territory, honey," Dawn reminded him quietly.
"God, I can believe that!" he gasped. He slowly fucked the beautiful woman on her hands and knees in front of him. Luxuriated in the tightness around his cock. Strained to hold back his orgasm until she was ready to cum.
Dawn reached under Ginger, slid her finger into the redhead's gash and easily found her imposing clitoris. She began to agitate the turgid bud in time with Bobby's cock plunging in and out of the redhead's virgin ass.
"Oh, my God!" Ginger howled. "Fuck my ass! Do my clit! You're making me crazy!"
She thrust her ass back hard to get all of his cock as her orgasm broke over her. Then she began to rock back and forth and twist her ass around and around fiercely. Her tumultuous movements unraveled his control. He began to fuck her with short, hard strokes, slamming his groin into her buttocks. His prick erupted and began to pump gobs of hot cum into her. Her grasping ass sucked and pulled at his exploding rod as Dawn continued to stroke her clit tenaciously.
"I feel your cum! I'm cumming! I'm going crazy!"
Ginger bucked and twisted and rocked frantically for several moments. Then her orgasm ebbed and she fell forward, pinning Dawn's hand against her cunt. Bobby fell on top of her. Clutched her hips and continued to pound his cock into her ass, driving his cum deep into her eager body.
He straddled her hips, aimed his cock straight down into her ass, and fucked her fiercely until his cock was too soft to penetrate her tight asshole. Then he collapsed on top of her.
CHAPTER TEN
Ginger awoke the next morning, fully refreshed, after a good night's sleep. Dawn had tucked her in after the session with Bobby and her first experience with a cock up her ass. This time, there had been no tape recorder and no nocturnal visit by Dawn. None was needed.
As usual, moments after she woke, Dawn appeared. Ginger had not yet become accustomed to the sudden appearances, although she knew hidden cameras watched her day and night. The knowledge that all of her sexual escapades were permanently preserved for posterity made her feel funny. Somehow, however, it didn't seem very important now. Her attitude had changed so much in such a short time. Not only could she cum now, really cum, but she looked forward to the lascivious antics with nearly breathless anticipation.
She wondered if the people monitoring the cameras got turned on when they watched her. The women with juicy pussies and the men with stiff pricks. She chuckled as she imagined their frantic coupling as soon as they went off duty.
"How is the lady with the golden tongue this morning?" Dawn asked, standing by the bed, still nude.
"Sore asshole is more like it," Ginger quipped.
"You won't notice it very long. The next time a man wants to stick his cock up her ass, you'll roll over and raise your pretty backside without hesitation. What were you chuckling about?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about the people monitoring the cameras and what must happen to them with all the raunchy things going on in this room. The men must have a hard time of it. And the pun is intended."
"They're all men, honey. And they keep me busy, I can tell you. I don't know which they'll wear out first, me or the tapes. They play them over and over. And I can't leave them with those hard poles sticking out all over the place, can I? Just think what would happen if they ran into something! I don't know if they would break, but who wants to take the chance?"
"Do you really like guys as much as you do gals? I mean, I've only seen you when you're in this room with me. You certainly like what we do. If those tapes are real."
"They're real. To get the audio tape, we laid down one track while I ate your sweet pussy, then dubbed my voice over it. And you'd better believe I like men just as much. Women are a totally different experience, as you have learned. But I wouldn't give up cock for anything. Don't get me wrong. I won't fuck just anybody. I have to like them. Have some special feeling for them. But I just love to fuck. That's why Bernie hired me for this job.
"I really like to take the guys on. I suck them or fuck them every day. Have to. They watch those tapes and get all charged up. If I don't have time to fuck them, I suck them off. Bet I drink a gallon of cum every day. I don't know about Bernie, though. He watches all the tapes, too. But he never seems to want any action afterward. Do you think he's gay?"
"Hmmm. I never thought about it. I mean, he's made comments to me about fucking. Teasing me because I couldn't cum. Telling me all I needed was a big cock. But he's never made a pass at me. Make a note, nurse. We'll have to do an experiment and find out."
She sounded just like a doctor, which made Dawn laugh.
"Do you really suck or fuck the guys every day? Do I do something new every day that turns them on so much? And do they really cum so much every time?"
"My, you're just full of questions this morning, honey. If you don't do something new every day, they play the tapes made earlier. They do like to watch you in action, as they put it. I'm surprised they haven't come roaring in here with their hard cocks ready for you to service. And yes, they cum a lot. You really turn them on."
"Why don't I help with their problem? Isn't that part of my training? To get me where I really like to fuck and suck? With men and women? Why should you have all the goodies?"
"Keep talking like that, and we won't have to put the aphrodisiacs in your food any more."
"Oh ho, the secret is out!" Ginger trilled, her tone jocular. "I thought that's what you were doing."
She no longer felt an iota of doubt. How could she now that she understood herself better? Knew she really did like sex. And, thank God, she wasn't frigid. Bernie said she was angry because she was sexually frustrated. He must have been correct. She no longer felt anger or frustration.
"Yep. The right food. The audio tapes. The video tapes. My nightly visits. But you still have work to do. You have to bone up on your target." She pointed toward the TV. "Everything we know is on tape."
"Do you really think I need to watch them? Now, I mean. After all, I'm totally tuned in to what you're doing. And I have to admit I like it. In a way, I'll be sorry to leave here. Bernie said I would thank him for this training program."
"You should watch all of them. At least once. You have to learn all you can about our insatiable physicist and her horny male friend."
"Insatiable, huh? So that's why you're in on this? You look a lot like Ilsa and have about the same sexual appetite?" Ginger lifted one eyebrow and grinned. "Bernie lied to me, didn't he? He doesn't want me to keep Duke occupied while someone goes after Ilsa. He wants me to do both, doesn't he?"
Dawn shrugged. "You'll have to ask Bernie. I don't know the plan. I just know how he wants me to train you. I might look like Ilsa, but I my appetite isn't anything like hers. As you'll see when you watch the tapes. Bernie thinks she's ripe for the plucking. If you can handle her, you have a pretty good chance of getting the formula."
"I'm not the only one who makes bad puns," Ginger teased.
"But I don't do it deliberately the way you do," Dawn replied. "Now, you get your eyes glued on that tube and learn all you can about your targets."
"I'd rather glue my mouth to your pussy."
"Nope. Not now. Later, maybe. You have to keep your mind sharp for your other lessons."
"It won't mess up my mind for me to lick your clit for a while."
"Honey, if you put that golden tongue of yours in my cunny, there's no way I could keep from doing the same to you. The guys would like that, because they'd get a new tape. But by the time I got through with you, it would take hours for your mind to calm down. Just have patience. You'll get all you want."
"Promise?"
"Yes! Now, get over there and watch the shows while you eat your breakfast."
Ginger settled in front of the TV and selected the Duke interview. She watched for as long as she could stand it. Got bored because Duke seemed like such a boring clod. Playing up to him was going to be the hard part of the assignment. After her training, getting close to Ilsa would be the easy part.
She switched to the young man giving the lecture. Watched a few minutes out of curiosity. Then became more interested. This was not just a dry lecture. The man was using the pretty young woman's nude body instead of charts to discuss female physiology and anatomy. Ginger had limited knowledge of her own body. She had never explored her body and Dawn was the only other woman she had ever touched or seen up close.
The number of erogenous zones on the female body surprised her. The ears. The hollow where the neck meets the shoulder. The nipples (which she already knew). Under the breasts (which she didn't). Under the arms. Along the sides. Behind the knees. Inside the thighs. Even the toes for some people (toes?). And the clitoris, of course.
Plus another one she learned about when
Doctor Logan fucked her. The G spot, a place along the top of the vagina that mimics the clit. In some women (her, for example) it is large and very sensitive. In others, it is so small it can't be found.
Yeah, I remember how outstanding it felt when Dawn rubbed my clit and the head of Doctor Logan's cock rubbed my G spot. I have to remember to ask Dawn how to make sure a cock finds the right place.
She touched all the places the lecturer talked about and pointed out on his lady assistant, but it wasn't the same. She didn't turn herself on.
Well, I'll just have to get some help.
"Hey, Dawn," she called out. "Guys, whoever you are. Get in here. I need some help!"
The door burst open and Dawn and two male assistants poured in.
"What's wrong, honey?" Dawn asked anxiously.
"You ever watch this program?" Ginger pointed to the TV. "This guy's saying some interesting things." She explained what she had seen and what she wanted to find out.
"You mean that's all you want?" Dawn asked. "You made it sound like an emergency."
"Of course it's an emergency," Ginger huffed. "I want to know if that dude is telling the truth. Doesn't that qualify as an emergency?"
Dawn rolled her eyes and groaned. "God, fellows, I think we've created a monster. Back to your posts. I'll take care of this. And you, after I get through here." Dawn waved the men toward the door.
"No! They stay." Ginger eyed the husky young pair. "You're good, Dawn, but I don't see anything between your lovely thighs but thick blonde hair. I need a cock or two for my research."
"Research now, is it?" Dawn said with fake disgust. "The way your wheels are spinning, I'd say you problem is a hot box."
"We'd be happy to be your research assistants, ma'am," one of the men said. "That's Hank and I'm Adam."
"Hello, Hank and Adam. Dawn said you like to watch me in action. Now is your chance to make your fantasy come true. Get out of those clothes and let's get the show on the road. And take off your shoes and socks. We're going to do this right."
"My, my, look who has become an expert all of a sudden," Dawn teased. "What do you know about men wearing their shoes and socks while fucking?"
"Oh, a guy who considered himself a real hot stud tried that with me one time. He was even going to get in my bed that way! Can you imagine? Anyway, I threw him out. Are we ready?"
Hank and Adam didn't have much to remove. White pants and coats. Plus, of course, the shoes and socks.
Ginger eyed their nude bodies openly and smiled. "Nice cocks. You've seen that program. Show me all those erogenous zones that guy talked about." She slid to the floor and stretched out on her back.
The men didn't need a second invitation. Hank knelt at her feet, Adam knelt by her head and they eagerly bent to their task.
Ginger promptly learned the information was correct. As Hank sucked her toes and Adam licked her ears and nibbled the lobes, her passions began to escalate. Rapidly. By the time Hank reached her thighs, after having titillated the back of her knees on the way, Adam was licking and sucking one of her nipples.
Then Dawn joined the fray and went after Ginger's other tit. The two tittie suckers held the redhead's big, firm mounds in their hands.. . fondled and kneaded them.. .pushed the nipples way out.. .gently nipped them.. .held the fat buds lightly in their teeth while strumming them with their tongues.
Hank's tongue left broad, wet trails up the inside of one thigh and down the inside of the other. He mixed little nibbles with his licks from her knees to her crotch, diligently avoiding her pussy.
"Someone do something about my cunt!"
Ginger wailed. "Do something!"
Dawn moved down and joined Hank between Ginger's legs. Loved one thigh while he loved the other. Adam stood and straddled Ginger's body, facing her feet. He reached down, grasped her ankles, and straightened up, pulling her legs with him. Her rolled her back, lifted her ass off the carpet and spread her legs wide, baring her asshole and cunt. Both heads fit easily between her splayed legs. Ginger felt a tongue tickling her asshole and one licking her snatch, working its way up to her clit.
She was soaring! And about to burst with passion. She had never felt anything so incredible. But she wanted more.
"Give me a cock!" she moaned, her voice strained with passion. "Somebody fuck me. Everybody fuck me!"
"Turn her on her side," Dawn said, assuming the role of mistress of ceremonies. "Hank, get behind her and fuck her from the rear. Her cunt, not her ass. You can have that later. Adam, you do the same with me."
Dawn lay by Ginger in reverse and kissed her heaving belly as Hank got behind her and stuffed his cock into her fiery hole. Adam got behind Dawn and eased his cock into her cunt. Dawn hunched back at him and stuck her head between Ginger's legs. She glued her lush red lips to Ginger's nether puffy mouth and hit the redhead's clit with her tongue as Hank's cock hit the bottom of Ginger's cunt.
"Ooohhh, yessssss!" Ginger moaned.
Ginger stared at Adam's cock sliding slowly in and out of Dawn's twat mere inches in front of her face. Dawn hunched impatiently and Ginger covered the top of the blonde's slit with her mouth. She felt Adam's cock brush the tip of her nose as he fucked Dawn. Ginger ran her tongue through the blonde bush, quickly worked Dawn's clit into full erection, then settled down to a steady licking rhythm that matched Dawn's tongue on her own clit.
The head of Hank's cock began to rub Ginger's G spot and she nearly went out of her mind. She felt his cock swell, then the stream of hot cum shot deep into her and triggered her own orgasm. Dawn's cunt muffled her wails of ecstasy. She increased the urgency of her licking and brought Dawn off. Dawn's frantic bucking and clenching cunt sucked Adam's cum out of him. They came together, moaning and groaning, thrusting and humping, pricks pounding pussies and pumping cum and tongues lashing clits.
The two cocks softened and pulled out with soft plops. The two women rolled over, Dawn on top of Ginger. As she buried her face deeper in the gooey gash under her face, she shoved her own drizzling snatch into Ginger's mouth. Clits were left alone as the women sought to suck the offering of slick sperm from each other's cunt.
Finally, they rolled apart and the four of them sprawled out, resting from their exertions.
Ginger sighed deeply. "Oh, my, what I wonderful way to find out if all that stuff about erogenous zones was correct. Dawn, I was going to ask how I could be sure a cock got on my G spot. I think I just found out."
"A really big cock can get it from any position," Dawn replied. "Otherwise, from the back, or with you on top is the best way."
"Guess I'll just have to try getting on top," Ginger said. "Hank, Adam, I think you deserve a reward for helping me out. I have to learn to suck cock, so if you have no objections, I'll start with you two. I want to suck you off and learn to swallow your cum. Okay?"
"Honey, you have to be kidding!" Dawn said with a laugh. "No man in his right mind would refuse such an offer."
Ginger rolled over onto her stomach and regarded the two cocks. "Do you have any pointers for me?"
"Make love to a man's cock, honey, and he'll crawl through hell for you. Lick it, kiss it, suck it, play with it, make him feel like his cock is the most important thing in the world. Other than that, once you get a cock in your mouth, you'll know exactly what to do with it. Don't gag yourself, but swallow as much of it as you can. Men love that."
"I should swallow his cum, too, shouldn't I."
"Yeah, men seem to think that's something special. They also like to shoot it on your face and tits, so you decide. They won't complain as long as you get them off."
Ginger started with Hank, since he had fucked her, and proved she didn't have a lot to learn about sucking cock.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ginger's training went faster now that she no longer fought it. She spent many hours watching the tapes on TV and eventually felt she knew as much as she could learn about Ilsa and Duke.
She also stared working out in the small gym and repeatedly drew a standing ovation after doing aerobics in the nude.
She thought Ilsa was really wanton. One film showed her using a vibrator that put Walter's monster cock to shame. Ginger watched the film several times, and still simply could not understand how Ilsa, or any woman, could take anything so big without pain. Ilsa seemed to have no trouble, however. The huge tool slid in as easily as if it had been a small one hung on a man.
God, I'll bet her cunt is stretched so far that no man, even one as large as Walter, can fill her.
Then Ginger watched another film of Ilsa taking on five men and changed her mind. The woman had a cock in her cunt, one in her ass, one in her mouth, and one in each hand. And she made every one of them cum. Nearly simultaneously. Ginger also watched that one several time, fascinated by the contortions Ilsa had to perform to accomplish the feat.
There weren't any films showing Ilsa with other women. Ginger had to accept on faith that the woman did indeed like to go both ways. She was sure she would find out before long.
Nor were there any films showing Duke engaged in any sexual activity.
Maybe he's impotent. Or simply doesn't like sex. Which means I won't have to worry about keeping him satisfied and can concentrate on Ilsa. Just have to wait and see.
There were also numerous films on the art and techniques of making love. A woman with a man, a woman with another woman, multiple men with a woman, multiple women with a man and multiple women.
Ginger stayed in a constant state of carnal arousal. Her batteries were constantly fully charged.
But she never suffered from frustration. Whenever she wanted to try something she saw in a film, she called out and either Dawn, Hank or Adam, or all three if she wished, came to her rescue, whatever the hour.
"Do you three ever sleep?" Ginger asked one night after a particularly strenuous bout of fucking.
"We sleep when you do," Hank replied. "There's a motion detector in your room that alerts us when you get up."
"All the modern surveillance techniques," Ginger said.
"It's your show, and you're the star," Dawn said. "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets."
"Are your orders to cater to my every wish?"
"Within reason," Adam said. "We won't do anything that might cause you pain, no matter how much you might beg."
"Then we're on safe ground," Ginger said. "I'm not into pain and suffering. You know you're spoiling me."
"And you love every minute of it!" Dawn laughed.
Bernie came every day for a lengthy briefing. Try as she might, and try hard she did, Ginger could not get him to fuck her. She stayed nude during the briefings, turned her chair toward him, spread her legs and played with her pussy, told him in detail everything she did with Dawn and the men, bluntly invited him to see for himself that she was no longer frigid. Nothing worked. He ignored her advances and went on with the briefing. Ginger finally gave up on him in frustration.
"If you won't fuck me," she pouted, "tell Walter to fill in for you. I want a cock as big as his before I have to deal with Duke."
"From all indications, Duke can't hold a candle to Walter," Bernie replied. "Besides, Walter has other duties. If you want a man as well hung as Walter, you can find one after you finish the job. Remember, you'll have a million bucks. You can buy as many men as you want."
"Yeah," Ginger said sarcastically, "I can imagine asking every man I meet to show me his cock so I can be sure of getting a big one before I take him home."
"You're a very resourceful girl," Bernie replied. "You'll find a way."
Ginger gave up and changed the subject. "Bernie, how did you get those tapes of Ilsa? I can't imagine anyone in her position posing for them, or allowing cameras at one of her sessions."
"Our clients got them. When you have enough money, you can get anything."
"They might not have so much money if she brings her formula to market."
"Now you know why they're willing to spend big bucks to get it."
"A million bucks is chicken feed to them, Bernie."
"Don't forget they're also paying me."
"Still chicken feed. Listen, I've figured out I'm the only one on this case. You wouldn't have trained me to turn on to women if you had a man going after Ilsa. Which means I have to deal with her. Which means I need to know a little more about this formula of hers. Does her new fuel require a new engine?
"No. It acts just like gasoline or diesel, but is cheaper, burns cleaner and you get a lot more miles per gallon."
"I see. Looks like she's sitting in the cat bird seat. What kind of a deal can I make with her?"
"You're authorized to go as high as five million. Offer her two, and go from there."
"Oh, Bernie, get real! She can make a billion the first year after she brings her new fuel to market."
"Our clients won't let her bring it to market, Ginger," Bernie said solemnly.
"Oh, so that's the way it is?"
"That's the way it is, baby. If you don't get the formula, she's history."
"Then I guess I'd better get the damn thing. Why aren't there any films of Duke? You said he-likes to fuck young women with red hair and big tits, so he can't be gay."
"I asked. Our clients said Duke is a very private person. They base their assumption on women seen entering his home." Bernie shrugged. "Their assumption could be way off base. You'll just have to play that one by ear. Or whatever else you want to use."
Then came the day she was ready to venture forth and tackle her new assignment. Of course, there was an orgy that night.
During a lull in the action that evening, Dawn asked, "Bernie said you were known as the Velvet Vixen when you worked for the intelligence service. How did you get such an unusual nickname?"
"As usual, Bernie talked out of turn," Ginger said. "Everyone in the service has a code name. Supposedly, they're assigned at random by a computer. In my case, some wit, a man of course, gave me the name Vixen. He said I had a temper like a vixen, so I ought to have the name.
"Of course, I rose to the occasion. I thought a vixen was a female fox. I didn't mind being called a fox. That's a compliment. But I got angry when they tied the temper to it. In other words, I did just what they expected me to do. I always thought a fox-the little animal, that is-was a cute little thing. I still don't know why they call women foxes. Unless it's because we, too, have a bushy tail. Anyway, I didn't know about the other definition of vixen until one of the instructors told me that it also means a quarrelsome woman. Guess I was a lot more quarrelsome then.
"The velvet got hung on later. My first assignment was a toughie. I got it because they thought no one could get it done, and they didn't want any of the old hands to get a black mark on their records. I found out about that later, of course. But I outfoxed them. I had to take a lot of shit and use a lot of tact, which I wasn't supposed to have, but I got the job done. Turned out it was an important one, too."
As a parting gift, in addition to fucking her nearly senseless at the orgy, Dawn and Hank and
Adam gave her a stack of video tapes. Copies of the tapes made while she was at the clinic, as a memoir of her progress.
"We thought you might like to watch them later," Dawn said. "Or share them with your friends."
"Good God," Ginger gasped, astounded by the number. "There must be at least fifty of the damn things!" She kissed her three friends happily. "I can hardly wait to have a very intimate party. To which you will be invited, of course! And, just for you guys, I'll find some more women so you'll really have a blast!"
"Try to find some who aren't as voracious as you," Hank teased. "I can't think of a better way to die, but I'd like to live a few more years."
Ginger kept one important thought in mind as she left the clinic. Somehow, she was going to find a way to turn the tables on dear old Bernie!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ginger strolled leisurely back and forth as she waited for the plane to land. She felt good about herself. More confident than she had ever felt.
She knew she looked eye-catching in the flaring, multicolored peasant skirt, white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse that let plenty of her bare breasts show, and high-heeled shoes that emphasized her excellent legs. She wanted Ilsa and Duke to see everything she could show without getting thrown in jail. Duke because she wanted to know if he liked girls, and Ilsa because she knew her taste for other women.
She wondered wryly if she would have to ask Ilsa to undress so she would recognize her. Then she saw them coming down the concourse. After watching them so much on the video tapes, she spotted them easily. Much to her relief. Greeting strangers was one of her least favorite undertakings.
Ilsa stood out in the crowd because of her amply endowed body and her sensual aura. If ever a woman personified the term built like a brick shithouse, it was Ilsa.
Duke stood out not because of his physical stature, but because of his distinguished look. And the fact that Ilsa had her arm through his, holding onto him in a very possessive manner. Ginger instantly sensed something more than a casual relationship between them. He looked even better in person than he did on the video tapes. She hoped he wasn't gay. He had an air about him that said he was a good lover, and she thought she would like to find out for herself.
She approached them, wearing a big smile. "Hello, Doctor Kroncke, I'm Ginger Baker. I have been assigned as your escort." She held out her hand to Ilsa.
Ilsa let the hand hang while she scrutinized Ginger in minute detail. Ginger had never undergone such a meticulous assessment, even by men who wanted desperately to fuck her. Then Ilsa's blazing emerald eyes softened a bit. Not totally friendly, but at least not quite so hostile, and she took Ginger's hand.
"I am Ilsa Kroncke. I was afraid our escort would be some stuffy old man. I like you. Remind me to commend your chief. This is Doctor Bruno Mueller, my colleague. You must call us Ilsa and Duke."
Ilsa's explicit comment about liking her gave Ginger pleasure. She felt she had passed one important test. She shook Duke's hand and flashed him a bright smile. "Ilsa and Duke it is.
And you must call me Ginger. If you will give me your baggage claim checks, I'll have the chauffeur collect your luggage." She waved the chauffeur over and passed the claim checks to him. "The car is right outside. Did you have a good flight?"
"I hate to fly," Ilsa said. "I like to travel by train so I can look at the countryside. Unfortunately, your train service is not so good as ours and time is of the essence, so Duke said we had to fly."
Ginger held the car door, then got in and sat on the jump seat facing them.
"Please sit next to me," Ilsa said. "That little seat looks so uncomfortable."
Ginger moved over by Ilsa and said, "I don't speak Hungarian, but I do speak German, if you would feel more comfortable in that language. Although your English is excellent. I have to listen very carefully to detect an accent."
"And my syntax is not backward," Ilsa said, smiling brightly. "English is the international language of science, so every scientist has to become proficient in it. I even learned to think in English, not in Hungarian and then translate. We will speak English if you do not mind."
"I don't mind at all," Ginger replied. "My German isn't as good as your English."
"You must learn a language from someone who grew up with it," Duke said. "On the continent, we learn from teachers who come from the country where the language is spoken."
Ilsa shifted and pressed her thigh against Ginger's. She raised up, pulled her skirt down and rubbed her hand between them, along Ginger's leg. She shifted again and her upper arm brushed across Ginger's breast.
You sexy little minx, Ginger thought. Why don't you come right out and feel me up? If you're looking for a reaction, it might be one you don't expect.
Ginger leaned forward and turned her upper body toward Duke, making sure Ilsa could see down the front of her blouse. "Have either of you been to the States?" she asked.
"I have," Duke replied. "Ilsa has not."
Ilsa stared openly at Ginger's fully exposed bare tits, then lifted her eyes slowly and said, "I have never been out of Europe. I went to England a couple of times, but that is part of Europe, is it not?"
You like what you see, don't you? Your eyes light up and you lick your lips when you look at my tits. How long will it take you to get around to using that tongue on my nipples and clit? Can't say I don't find the idea intriguing. Bernie was right. You look almost exactly like Dawn. Getting in on with you will be like old home week.
"Yes, it is," Ginger said. "Will you stay after the symposium and see some of our beautiful country?"
"That depends on so many things we do not control," Ilsa said. "Your country is so much control," Ilsa said. "Your country is so much more expensive than Hungary."
"Even more expensive than Germany," Duke said. "And prices there are crazy now. So much tax, so much this, so much that. We do not make as much money as your scientist."
Oh ho! So you need money, do you? Buying the formula might be easier than I expected. Five million dollars will go a long way back home, won't it? Well, you just hang in there, old boy. We'll see what we can do to make your future a little more financially secure.
"Perhaps we can arrange something," she said out loud. "Maybe I can even get my boss to let me take some time off and be your guide."
The tip of Ilsa's tongue traveled very slowly across her lower lip. "I would like that very much," she said quietly.
At the hotel, Ilsa nearly went gaga over the royal treatment she and Duke received. "I did not expect such fine treatment," she gushed. "Even under the socialist dictatorship where scientists were treated better than the average person, we did not get such treatment. I think I could get accustomed to this very quickly!"
"You requested a large suite with one bedroom," Ginger said. She looked at Duke. "I hope we didn't misunderstand."
"You did not misunderstand," Duke assured her. "And where will you stay?"
"Next door. My room connects through a door into your sitting room. I hope having a bodyguard doesn't upset you. We don't expect trouble, but one never knows. Some nut who objects to scientists or foreigners might decide to cause a ruckus."
"We do not object," Ilsa said. "I will like having you close."
And therein lies a double meaning, you little sexpot!
Duke said, "Pardon me for asking, but are you qualified to protect us if it becomes necessary?"
"Unequivocally," Ginger replied. "Don't let my looks fool you."
"Strong, capable women fascinate him," Ilsa said with a grin.
"Well, let's get you settled." There's an interplay between these two I can't get a handle on. I thought it would be better to get Ilsa alone and make my pitch. Now, I don't know. She seems to defer to Duke, to look to him for guidance. Oh, well, I'll just play it by ear. Ginger took the key and escorted them upstairs to their suite. "I hope this meets with your approval."
Ilsa looked around, nodded, and said, "Oh, yes. We did not expect anything so grand."
Ginger showed the bellhop which bags went to her room and tipped him generously. Duke spied the stack of newspapers and took them to a comfortable chair across the room.
"Ladies, if you will excuse me, I must catch up on the latest news." He bowed slightly from the waist, sat down, and snapped open a paper.
"I'll leave you two alone," Ginger said. "We can meet later for dinner. Will eight o'clock be okay?"
"Fine," Ilsa replied. "Nothing imagine tonight. I am still trying to catch up with time change."
"I'll leave the door to my room open," Ginger said. "If you need anything, just sing out."
"I cannot carry a tune," Ilsa quipped. "But I can whistle."
"That will do," Ginger replied with a grin.
She went to her room and began to unpack her bag. She heard a low whistle in the doorway and looked up. A look of pleasant surprise crossed her face. Ilsa stood in the doorway with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips.
Ginger stared openly, appreciating the delightful sight of Ilsa's naked, sexy body. A body that looked so much like Dawn's. Ilsa's pretty blonde bush was much thicker and longer. And between her shapely thighs, Ginger could see the heavy lips of her pussy peeking through the jungle of blonde hair. She hadn't noticed the lips in the video tapes. But then, they had always been stretched around an oversized cock, or a big dildo.
She felt a fluttering sensation deep in her belly as she stared at the other woman's captivating cunt. She looked up, saw a coquettish smile playing around Ilsa's mouth and twinkle in her smoldering, sultry eyes.
Ilsa knew she was putting on a provocative show, knew she looked ravishing, naked except for her high heels. She liked nothing better than to tantalize a woman she wanted to fuck. She straightened her back and pushed her grand tits out just a bit more.
"Ginger, will you come to my room, please?" She turned slowly, still posing, looked over her shoulder and smiled coquettishly. "I need your help with something." She walked away gracefully, the cheeks of her curvaceous ass grinding seductively.
I'll just bet you do! I wondered how long it would take you to make a pass. If you plan to seduce me, you sure won't have to work very hard!
Duke lowered his newspaper and looked at the women. "Jiggle, jiggle," he teased as Ilsa approached, watching her oversize tits bounce enticingly up and down in time with her steps.
"Lecher," Ilsa giggled. She stopped, put her hands behind her head, spread her legs and did a couple of coital thrusts. "You are a dirty old man, you know."
"I am what I am," Duke said. "You love it."
"Of course I do, darling. I would not have you any other way." Ilsa looked over her shoulder at Ginger. "He-likes his women bare and bawdy."
Well, at least I know he-likes women! "Don't they all?" Ginger said out loud.
Ginger followed Ilsa into the bedroom. She saw a large vibrator and a king-size black double-dong lying in the middle of the bed. The dildo was much larger than Walter's massive ebony prick, larger than any cock she had ever seen.
Ilsa bent over to pick up the vibrator. Her nipples hung down to her elbows. Ginger had an unobstructed rear view of the woman's enticing, thick-lipped snatch and the deep crevice in her ass. The dense blonde hair covering her mound also grew in wild profusion in the dark chasm between her buttocks, nearly concealing her pert little asshole. The bloated lips of Ilsa's cunt gaped wide-open, revealing the slick interior of her slit, and Ginger surmised the blonde had been playing with herself.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ginger felt a potent sexual jolt in her pussy and almost gasped when she saw Ilsa's clitoris. It looked like a small penis, nearly as big as her nipples. Dawn had an exceptionally large clit, and hers was no piker, but Ilsa's stunning love button beat them both by a mile.
God, I'll bet that thing is an absolute joy to suck! I'm sure that's what the little minx has in mind. Well, I'm just the girl to do it for you, baby! My mouth is? already watering.
Ilsa straightened up and turned around. She caressed the vibrator as she said, "I tried this, but it did not give me the satisfaction I need. I kept thinking about you. I know you like girls and I would much rather make love to you."
Ginger cocked one eyebrow and smiled faintly. "Oh? How do you know?"
"A woman who-likes women can tell," Ilsa replied confidently. "And you have been coming on to me since we met."
Ginger's smile widened. "Maybe I was coming on to Duke and you misread me."
Ilsa smiled as brightly as Ginger. "Oh, I know you like to fuck men, but you also like to lick clit," she said cheerfully. Ilsa tossed the vibrator on the bed, took a step closer, and pulled Ginger's wide-neck blouse down to her waist. "Magnificent," she breathed, gazing amorously at Ginger's tits and licking her lips. "You are so beautiful, so sexy." She looked up at Ginger and grinned. "Your pretty nipples are so big. What made them so hard?"
Ginger looked down. Her nipples stood out like little fingers, the areolae puckered tightly. "As if you didn't know, you sneaky little devil."
"My tail is split, but it is not forked," Ilsa giggled. "And how can you call me sneaky? I did not hide my intentions."
"You're still sneaky," Ginger muttered.
Very carefully, Ilsa put their big nipples together, then put her arms around Ginger's neck. Her lips met Ginger's, rested lustily for a moment, then became animated as her tongue plunged into the redhead's mouth.
Ginger put her arms around Ilsa, returned the kiss passionately. She adored the sensation of her nipples mashing into Ilsa's. She slid her hands down, cupped Ilsa's jaunty ass and ground her twat against the blonde's.
Ilsa broke the kiss and stepped back. She lifted one of Ginger's tits in both hands and stroked it from the base of the mound out to the nipples. Ginger stood quietly as Ilsa worked on first one and then the other swelling tit. The agitation in her loins became much stronger. She liked the tenderness, the adoration.
Ilsa nuzzled one of the cherry-red tips and her tongue twirled hotly around the rubbery bud. She ran her hand over Ginger's other tit and pinched the nipple. She slid her hand under the firm globe and weighed it. Ginger shivered and moaned deep in her throat.
Ginger grabbed Ilsa's face to hers in a desperate kiss. Their lush lips melded in a searing kiss. Ginger drove her feverish tongue deep into Ilsa's mouth. Ilsa responded with passion and surprised fervor. Ginger reached up and cupped one of Ilsa's large tits, palmed the nipple and worked her hand back and forth like a plunger.
Ginger's arms went around Ilsa and gently, adamantly drew her close. Their solid melons met and crushed together again. The heat of their kiss, the feel of their feverish tits rubbing together, sent hot thrills singing through Ginger.
Ilsa tilted her head back and smiled dreamily. "You make me so happy," she whispered.
She led Ginger to bed, stroking her like a favorite pet on the way. She sat the sexy redhead on the edge of the bed and sank to her knees. She lifted Ginger's flaring skirt and gazed lovingly at her red-haired gash. She planted a tender kiss on Ginger's nether lips, then clamped her mouth on the redhead's succulent slit and began to feast on the juicy flesh. She reached up to twirl her hands around Ginger's hot, jutting tits and milk her nipples. She drove her tongue into Ginger's cunt, then made it fleshy and flat and assaulted her clit with wet, slick slaps.
Ginger's hips began to plunge wildly as she threw her cunt at Ilsa's probing tongue. She threw her legs over Ilsa's shoulders and imprisoned the blonde's head as moans of pure ecstasy poured from her mouth.
Ginger's hot juice poured from her sizzling snatch and drenched Ilsa's face and neck. A few drops dribbled down her chin and splattered between her large tits. Ilsa murmured happily as she sucked Ginger's cum, loving the taste of the savory fluid and the way the redhead came.
Ginger's wild bucking and thrashing ceased as her orgasm waned. She pushed Ilsa's head away, stood and reached around to unfasten her skirt.
"Let me do it, darling," Ilsa said. "I like to undress women." She pushed Ginger's skirt down and caressed her shapely ass. Then she turned Ginger around and slid her hand between the redhead's legs. "You cum so quickly. You like to be sucked off, do you not?"
"I love it!" Ginger whispered. Ilsa's hand stroking her twat felt terribly erotic.
"Who sucks pussy better, men or women?"
"Women, I think," Ginger sighed. "Which only stands to reason. They know what makes their pussy feel good. Can we invite Duke to join us and double our pleasure?"
"Later, darling. He said I could have you first. Do you usually go without panties?"
"No. I took them off earlier, and washed my pussy so I would be fresh for you."
Ilsa chuckled. "Were you so sure I would ask to eat your pussy?"
"If you hadn't asked, I would have offered it to you. I wanted your tongue on my clit so badly."
Preoccupied with running her hand over Ginger's firm tit mounds and watching the nipples stiffen, Ilsa didn't reply. Very slowly, she bent over, stuck her tongue in Ginger's belly button, licked sensuously around the deep indentation, then dragged her tongue back up and fastened her soft lips onto one of the redhead's solid, shapely tits. She continued to caress Ginger's hairy mound and suckled until she felt the nipple swell to the bursting point, then switched to the other tit and sucked it into full hardness. Sucking a woman's tits and touching her always sent delicious shivers up her spine.
"Do you like cock as much as you like pussy?" Ginger asked, her voice quivering slightly with excitement.
"Oh, yes!" Ilsa said. Delicately, she licked back down Ginger's body until she arrived at the top edge of the coppery hair covering her plump mound. "But right now, I am wholly into pussy."
"Let's get back on the bed where we can be more comfortable, darling," Ginger said softly. "If you suck me off this way, I'll fall down."
Ilsa rose and stumbled backward to the bed. She spread out on her back with her legs wide apart and stared hungrily at Ginger.
Ginger fell on the amorous little blonde with a moan of passionate longing. They petted and hugged and kissed and caressed and fondled provocatively, promptly arousing each other to a fever pitch.
Inspired by a zealous desire to explore with her mouth, Ginger twisted around and stretched out with her head near the junction of Ilsa's thighs. She stared at the blonde bush crowning Ilsa's cunt mound, then ran the tip of her tongue through the forest of soft curls. Ilsa spread her legs wide with a shuddering sigh of anticipation.
Ginger licked and kissed the ticklish flesh behind Ilsa's knees. Licking and nibbling avidly, leaving a snail trail of saliva in her wake, she went up one thigh, down the other, then back to the first. Ilsa's wavering noises of ecstasy rewarded her efforts as her teasing mouth and tongue brought heat to the blonde's loins. She flattened her tongue flat and dragged it along the satiny flesh on the inside of Ilsa's thighs and teased the downy border of her humid gash.
Ilsa's gasps of rapture mounted in fervor. Moaning sensuously from the sensations of Ginger's tongue, she ran her hand over the curve of the redhead's flank, then traced the boundaries of her coppery muff with light scratches. Her sharp nails left faint pink lines across Ginger's belly as they hurried up to her tits. She began to tweak the redhead's bloated nipples with her nails, careful not to dig too deep, equally careful to impart a tingling excitement to the woman. The buds stiffened and thickened even more, standing out a good half-inch, just begging for more attention.
Ginger alternated between blowing on the blonde's slit and catching little tufts of the soft curls in her teeth and pulling gently, then matting them back down with a wet kiss. Overcome with passion, she plastered her mouth to Ilsa's succulent sex flesh and began to suck and lick furiously.
Ilsa put her arms around Ginger's waist, cupped her shapely buttocks, and pulled the redhead's crotch toward her mouth. She licked Ginger's puffy cunt lips, stabbed her pointed tongue into the redhead's heated hole, then probed deeper as Ginger's hips began to wriggle.
The taste of Ilsa's juice drove Ginger wild. As she tried to literally devour the blonde's juicy box, she slid her finger into the crack of Ilsa's ass, plunged it into the rosette of her asshole and pressed, probing her rectum.
As Ginger's tongue drove deeper into the tasty flesh pot of the blonde's cunt, Ilsa tried to writhe her hips in response. Ginger's finger anchored in her ass and her mouth pressed against her snatch kept her trapped. Instead of swinging her hips freely, she could only vibrate in place, receiving infinitely greater pleasure from the redhead than she had expected. No matter which way she tried to move, the deluge of sensation from Ginger's finger or tongue drove her back the other way. The paradox of the redhead's calculated sexual stimulation pushed her to the brink of insanity. She oscillated like a puppet on a string, dancing to Ginger's erotic tune.
Avidly, Ginger licked and sucked the blonde's twat and embedded her finger further into Ilsa's asshole as she ground her own cunt into the other woman's mouth.
Ilsa sucked anxiously on Ginger's bubbling snatch as her body began to reverberate from head to toe. She felt her first climax well up in her belly and rushed headlong to fulfillment. She came again and again and yet again, in a seemingly endless chain of mind-bending orgasmic pleasure. Ginger was really blowing her mind. She had not expected the combination of anal and oral exploits.
Finally, when she thought she might pass out from the intense rapture, her spasms began to subside. But just when she felt some semblance of sanity returning, the mischievous redhead began to wriggle her finger in her heated ass and suck her liquefied cunt harder.
"Oh, darling, I can't stop cumming," Ilsa wailed, nearly incoherent. In retaliation, she covered the redhead's cunt with her mouth and nipped her clit.
The unexpected trick electrified Ginger. Her crotch began to beat against Ilsa's face with a staccato rhythm. She suddenly stiffened and then dropped back to the bed.
Panting and gasping, Ilsa whirled around and got of top of Ginger. Breathlessly, she licked and kissed the redhead's ears, sucked her lobes, then began to lick the residue of her cunt juice from Ginger's mouth and chin. Ginger tried to lick her own pussy sap from Ilsa's face. Their tongues got tangled and they gave up the effort and kissed. They held each other passionately and the kiss became more fervent.
Ilsa broke the kiss and let her lips trail down Ilsa's graceful neck until she reached the redhead's tits. She fastened her lips to one of the large dark pink buds and sucked voraciously. She went to the other mound of firm tit flesh and began to suckle as she rubbed her palm over the nipple her mouth had just left so hard and wet. She scratched the pebbly areola and Ginger moaned deep in her throat. She went back to the first tit and licked away the scratches with her hot tongue. Then she lifted her head and look into the redhead's sparkling green eyes.
"Do you like the way I am making love to you, darling?" she asked huskily.
"Oh, God, yes!" Ginger moaned hoarsely. "I love it!"
Ilsa resumed her loving with tiny nibbles and nips. She gently bit around Ginger's areolae, then suddenly veered down one sloping tit and nuzzled under the firm mound. Her mouth continued its erotic journey down the redhead's body and once again dove into Ginger's tasty, red-haired snatch. She ran her tongue slowly through the open, inviting pink gash. She licked deeper into the quivering quim and Ginger rewarded her with a spasm and a gush of warm, delectable sex juice.
Ilsa lifted her head and said, "Let us fuck each other, darling." She rose to her knees and picked up the black double-dong. "It is already lubricated, darling."
"You come fully prepared, don't you?" Ginger teased.
Ilsa snickered. "I am always prepared to cum, darling," she said.
Ginger propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch, spread her legs and tipped her fur-covered box up. "I've never had anything so big in me," she said softly.
"Take all of it you can, darling. What you do not take, I will. Just open wide and say aaahhh." Ilsa began to feed one end of the double-dong into the redhead's love tunnel.
Ginger watched raptly as Ilsa pushed and pushed and obediently said aaahhh as half of the artificial cock disappeared into her cunt. She couldn't believe her cunt would hold so much of the big tool. She felt totally stuffed, fuller than she had ever felt, stretched to the limit.
"If you keep pushing on that thing, it's going to come out of my mouth!" Ginger quipped. "Leave some for yourself."
"I like to watch it slide into your pretty cunt," Ilsa said. She knelt over Ginger's loins and spread the lips of her pussy with the other end of the dildo. She sank down slowly and her cunt absorbed the remainder of the rubber prick. "Mmmmmm, there is plenty for me, darling."
"Mmmmmm is right," Ginger whispered. "I like the way it feels wiggling in my cunt. Get in the saddle and fuck me, baby." She felt Ilsa's cunt lips press against hers. "Aaahhh, your cunt lips pressing against mine feel so nice."
Ilsa settled into Ginger's hairy crotch, ready to get and give some different pleasure. She lifted Ginger's left leg, held it between her tits and leaned over to put her huge, hard clit on top of the redhead's sensitive love button.
"Mmmmmmmmm, your clit feels like a little prick," Ginger muttered.
"Have you ever seen one so big?" Ilsa asked, fishing for a compliment.
"No. My girlfriend, Dawn, has a big one, but not as big as yours." Ginger wiggled her hips. "Fuck me, baby. Rub your clit against mine. I'm just about ready to pop again."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ilsa began to fuck her girlfriend slowly. Humped up and down to get the most out of the dildo. Pressed her cunt lips tightly to Ginger's. Scrubbed their clits together. The breathtaking thrill of being cunt-to-cunt while impaled on the fake prick made them both gasp.
Ginger used her free leg for leverage and began to fuck back at Ilsa, writhing and twisting and humping briskly. "Oh, baby, you're getting my cunt and clit so good," she crooned, throwing her cunt up to meet Ilsa's downward thrusts.
Ilsa drove her cunt against Ginger's, riding the redhead the way a man rides a hot piece of ass. She gasped from the fiery sensations of their clits rubbing together. "Are you ready to cum?" she panted, her voice strained with passion.
"Yes, oh, yes! I'm right there, darling. Fuck me hard, baby, I'm ready to explode!"
"So am I, darling. I can feel it growing in the bottom of my cunt. I will cum with you."
No sooner said than done, the women started cumming. They twisted and writhed and humped tumultuously, panting and squealing exuberantly.
"Let's change places," Ginger panted. "I want to fuck you."
They rolled over and Ginger began to fuck Ilsa. Fucking another woman just as a man would thrilled her. Even if she did have to use an artificial cock to get the job done.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Ilsa squealed excitedly. "I love to fuck!" She began to writhe and buck actively. "Wonderful! Wonderful! Make me cum so good!"
Ginger began to fuck faster, driving the big double-dick into Ilsa and herself dynamically. Ilsa fucked back at her with equal vigor. Then, in a blinding flash, her climax hit her like a thunderbolt and shattered her senses. She shook her head and caught her breath.
"Oh, God, baby, I'm cumming!" she wailed as she drove her cunt into Ilsa's. "Keep fucking, baby. I don't want to stop cumming. God, you're a wonderful fuck. You fuck so well."
"You fuck so well, darling!" Ilsa hissed. "I am cumming, darling. Cumming with you! Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"
Ginger's hips worked like massive pistons. She banged her cunt into Ilsa's so hard the blonde's ass made a dent in the mattress. Her orgasm became so powerful she could no longer hump, so she began to scrub her clit against Ilsa's with mind-bending results.
As their ardor cooled, Ginger rubbed her clit gently on Ilsa's. Then she rolled onto her side, pulling Ilsa with her, their cunts still locked together by the dildo. They hugged and snuggled and kissed until they could breathe normally again.
God, I'm glad I let Bernie talk me into going to the clinic! Glad I now have the freedom to do whatever I wish. I probably always had these feelings and just kept them bottled up inside me. All those tests I took when I joined Bernie's firm must have revealed my true nature to him. I'm still pissed with him for the way he went about things, but, in the meantime, I'll have all the fun I can. And this is certainly a better life than I had before.
"You're only the second woman I've fucked this way," she said. "I hope I pleased you."
"You fuck so very well," Ilsa replied. "I could not tell you have not fucked a lot of women. Why am I only the second woman you have fucked? Do you not like to fuck women? Do you usually fuck only men?"
"My, you're just loaded with questions," Ginger said with a chuckle. "I hadn't fucked anyone very much until recently. I couldn't stand the idea of fucking another woman. Then my girlfriend turned me on to women, and I really liked it. But mostly we just used our mouths on each other."
"You mean you mostly ate pussy?" Ilsa sighed. "I like that expression. To be able to eat something so delicious and still have it for later."
"We also have another saying. To have your cake and eat it too. That's what you can do with pussy."
Ilsa kissed Ginger's lips and smiled. "You came so hard. Have you not fucked for a long time? When I do not fuck for a day or two, I simply explode when I cum."
"Oh, I've fucked a lot the past several days. And now I seem to cum better every time I fuck. Or get my pussy sucked. Whether I fuck a man or a woman. For a long time, I didn't know how to cum."
"I cannot remember when I did not know how to cum," Ilsa chuckled, lazily stroking Ginger's tits.
"I don't want to be nosy, but I was wondering if you and Duke fuck a lot."
"Yes, we fuck every day. He is a wonderful lover. At his age, he needs more stimulation. Sometimes, I give him visual stimulation by making myself cum. His cock gets very hard when he watches me fuck another woman. Once in awhile, he-likes to watch me fuck another man, but he prefers another woman. And I always suck his cock for physical stimulation."
Wonder if he would like to watch those films I spent hours watching. They sure turned me on.
"Sounds like an ideal situation for both of you. I know I'm prying, and you won't upset me if you don't answer, but your relationship puzzles me. He's so much older than you."
"He has to be older, darling," Ilsa giggled. "He is my father."
"Good God!" Ginger gasped. "I would have never guessed."
"I have never told anyone else," Ilsa admitted.
Ginger felt a twinge of guilt. Obviously, Ilsa trusted her unequivocally, and she had to use that trust to get the formula. Well, she would just have to find a way to make it up to her.
"I can see why," she said. "A lot of people would not understand, would they?"
"Duke is a very special person, darling. He is a very gifted physicist. The East German dictators kept him in prison many years for working with the West German government. He did not get out until the wall came down. He helps and encourages me so much in my work. I feel I owe him so much and sex is the only thing I can give him."
"Lady, sex with you is a prize in itself!" Ginger said. However, when we get around to talking about it, a few million might sweeten the pot. She rolled away from Ilsa and the dildo stayed stuck in her cunt. She lay on her back, her legs spread, looking like she had a big black cock growing out of her pussy. "I should get my ass in gear and get ready for dinner."
Duke leaned against the doorway, smiling as he regarded the women. "I think you have already had your beautiful ass in gear," he said.
Ginger nearly jumped out of her skin. She sat up, awfully self-conscious of her nudity and the black dildo sticking up between her thighs. "God, Duke, you scared me half to death. You shouldn't sneak up on a girl that way." She looked down at the dildo, back at Duke, and grinned weakly. "You must think I'm awful."
"I think you are a most beautiful lady," he said with a big smile. "I hope I have the opportunity to see you this way many times." He looked at Asa. "So my liebchen, do you want some dinner, or have you had enough to eat?"
Ilsa stretched like a contented pussy cay. "I think I will take a long bubble bath and order room service."
"And I believe I shall have dinner downstairs, and a brandy and cigar in the bar afterward," Duke said. "I should rest before the symposium starts tomorrow."
Ilsa grinned mischievously. "I will give you dessert when you return."
Duke's eyes twinkled. "Perhaps only a little kiss, of the kind you do so well, will be enough tonight. Old men must husband their strength. Good night, dear lady." He bowed deeply and left.
"He looks forward with much anticipation to fucking you," Ilsa said.
Ginger pulled the dildo out of her cunt and laid it between Ilsa's legs. "I think the feeling is mutual. His courtly demeanor turns me on." She kissed Ilsa, slid off the bed and gathered up her clothes. "See you tomorrow."
"And what if I whistle during the night?" Ilsa teased.
"Whistle at Duke, darling. I need some sleep."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The conference wasn't what Ginger expected. She expected a sedate group of nerds calmly discussing deep, involved subjects. Instead, she encountered raucous sessions where a multitude of voices seemed to be shouting about a plethora of subjects all at once. She-likened the affair to organized chaos. She circulated among the groups, keeping an eye on Ilsa and Duke as well as she could. She was glad when she could escape the clamor and take a shower before meeting her charges for dinner.
She dressed casually and went next door. Duke put down his newspaper, stood and kissed the back of her hand.
"You are lovely," he said. "I look at you and my outlook on life takes a decided turn for the better."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped. She kissed him lightly on the lips and patted his cheek affectionately.
"What did you think of the symposium?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Organized pandemonium. I don't see how you can stand a week of such bedlam."
"We might not," Ilsa said as she came in from the bedroom.
Ginger felt a momentary flash of panic. If they didn't plan to stay for the entire week, she had to make her pitch to buy the formula tonight.
"Oh? Are you thinking of leaving early?" she asked.
"Let us talk about it over dinner," Duke said. He held out his arms, the ladies each took one, and they headed for the elevators.
Ilsa said, "We came here for a specific reason, and it looks as if we have failed to achieve our purpose."
"If you will tell me your purpose, maybe I can help," Ginger said.
"With Duke's help, I have been working on a formula that I hoped would make us rich," Ilsa replied.
They arrived at the entrance to the hotel restaurant and the conversation lapsed for the moment.
"A booth, please," Duke told the hostess. He seated Ginger, slid in after her, and Ilsa followed. "Sitting between two such beautiful women makes me feel more important. Other men will look at me and wonder how such an old man can keep two sexy young women happy."
Ginger smiled. "Flattery rolls off you tongue so easily, Duke. Does it come naturally, or did you have to learn to be so gallant?"
"He is a knight in shining armor," Ilsa interjected. She kissed him on the cheek. "And you would not believe what a superb lover he is."
"Stop before you embarrass an old man," Duke protested. Nevertheless, he beamed with pleasure.
"You aren't an old man," Ginger said. "Ilsa and I had a girl talk yesterday afternoon, and I know you aren't just any man, either."
A look of consternation crossed Duke's face. "Ach, liebchen, you should not tell secrets," he admonished.
"Your secret is safe with me," Ginger hastened to assure him. "I think you have a wonderful relationship. Maybe if my father had treated me the way you treat Ilsa, I wouldn't have become so inhibited."
Duke's eyebrows shot up and he grinned broadly. "You, inhibited? After what I had the pleasure of watching last night?"
Ginger blushed a bright red. "Well, I was," she said defensively. "What you watched last night is the new Ginger. You wouldn't believe what I had to endure to get rid of most of my hang-ups."
Ilsa leaned over and gave Ginger a festive smile. "Whatever it was, I am delighted you endured it," she said. "I hope we can have more 'talks' like the one last night."
"I also hope so," Duke said. "Ilsa says I am a very cunning linguist, so perhaps you will occasionally invite me to join you for some pleasant conversation."
His play on words brought a laugh from both women.
"Ginger," Duke said slowly, letting the name roll off his tongue. "Such a pretty name. So full of spirit. Ilsa, is not our bodyguard a lovely lady?"
"She is beautiful," Ilsa agreed. "Just like her name. So lively, so full of spirit. I would like to show her just how wonderful I think she is."
"Then you should do so, my dear," Duke suggested, grinning slyly.
"And just how do you plan to show me?" Ginger asked, beginning to feel a tad uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. She wanted to talk about that damn formula, not go back to the room and fuck. At least not right that moment.
Before Ilsa or Duke could answer, a young lady arrived to take their order for drinks. As she walked away, Duke admired the swing of her ass and said, "One thing I like so much about your country. There are so many lovely, such delicious, young things everywhere. It is almost enough to give an old man heart trouble."
"You are not an old man, Duke," Ginger said. "You look so virile, and you're very handsome."
"Ach, please. You will embarrass me."
"I think we will not be disturbed for a few minutes," Ilsa mused. "Shall I show her we admire her, Duke?"
"Yes, liebchen, I think you should."
"As I asked before, just how do you plan to show me?"
"Duke, Ginger told me about an American saying, about having your cake and eating it, too, which means you want everything. She said that is not possible with most things in life, but is possible with pussy. Do you think I could help myself to a piece of cake?"
"What a charming metaphor," Duke said. "So correct. Yes, by all means, you must do with this exquisite creature what one would do with a piece of delicious cake."
Ginger was confused. "You don't mean you want to.. .right here? You wouldn't dare!" Nonetheless, the scandalous idea made her pussy tingle with excitement.
"Why not? The table would conceal me. Who would know but Duke?" Ilsa glanced at him and licked her lips. "And he loves to watch me give a pussy a gratifying tongue bath." She flowed smoothly out of her seat and her head disappeared under the table.
Ginger glanced down, then looked anxiously at Duke. He smiled nonchalantly and patted her knee.
Ginger felt Ilsa's hand creep up the inside of her bare thigh. "Ilsa, my God, baby, you can't do this," she said frantically. "Not here." A tingling sensation lanced through her loins and juice gushed into her pussy. In spite of misgivings, the bawdy idea appealed to her. Again, she looked to Duke for help. He calmly sipped his drink and waited. "Oh, God," she whispered.
Ilsa's whisper drifted up from beneath the table. "Darling, please lift your ass so I can remove your panties. They are in the way of my tongue."
Ginger hoped no one else could hear Ilsa's lewd comment. As if hypnotized by the erotic events, she lifted her ass slightly. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered. "I must be completely out of my mind." She felt a movement by her thigh, looked down and saw Ilsa holding her panties up. She grabbed the thin garment and stuffed them in Duke's pocket. "Here, you might as well keep them as a memento of the time you and your bawdy daughter totally debauched me."
"My dear, debauchment, like seduction or corruption, requires the full cooperation of the other person."
"God help me, I am cooperating, you smug bastard," Ginger mumbled. She looked him in the eye as she pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs to make room for Ilsa's head. "There, is that what you want?"
Duke put his open hand on her belly, just above her bush. "Such beautiful red hair. My favorite. Your bush is so thick. So curly. And my, my, so long."
Usa unzipped Duke's pants, extracted his cock and kissed the head. "Play with his lovely cock while I suck your cunt, darling."
Ginger looked at Duke's cock and nearly lost her breath. "Good God, Duke, how far did you have to chase that horse to steal his cock?" I told Bernie he should let me practice on Walter's cock! God, I hope I don't choke on this thing the first time I suck it.
"Is it not gorgeous?" Ilsa asked.
"Magnificent," Ginger agreed. "Now I know one of the reasons you like to fuck him." I know I can hardly wait to feel it stretching my little cunt wide open!
She wrapped her hand around the hefty tool, closed her eyes, and sighed. God, it's really happening. I'm going to let another woman eat me while I play with her father's cock! Right in the middle of a busy restaurant! How crazy! How wild!
Ilsa's mouth settled on her pussy. The tip of her tongue wiggled between Ginger's cunt lips and touched her pussy, and Ginger inhaled sharply.
God, how incredible.. .sitting here playing with Duke's cock, looking around at all these people, and getting my pussy licked. All at the same time. What would they do if they knew? It's simply too weird to believe!
But she had to believe it. Ilsa began to flick her tongue over the growing nubbin of her clit with rapid movements. Wanton, extravagant and shocking thoughts deluged her mind as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. In spite of her best effort, she moaned out loud.
"You made a lot of noise last night, my dear," Duke said quietly. "Please do not be so loud now when you cum."
She squeezed his cock harder and took a sip of her drink, hoping the alcohol would help fortify her. If anything, it made matters worse. The crazy, audacious situation and Ilsa's lively tongue were bringing her to the peak of passion in a frantic rush.
"Oh, oh," she groaned between clenched teeth. "I'm cumming, Duke! Oh, God, I'm cumming so fucking hard!"
She kept her teeth clenched so she wouldn't cry out, began to shudder all over, and pulled on Duke's cock. He caressed her belly and watched her close as she fed Ilsa her delectable sex fluid.
"You look so sexy when you cum," Duke said.
Ginger caught her breath and said, "I think I came harder than I ever have. Something about this crazy situation really turned me on. I never thought I was an exhibitionist, but now I just might have to change my mind."
Ilsa climbed from under the table and sat down, acting as if everything was perfectly normal. She lifted her napkin and daintily wiped Ginger's cum from her mouth. "I have never tasted such a sweet pussy, darling," she said as she raised her glass and saluted Ginger. "And believe me, I have tasted a lot of pussies."
Duke raised his glass and toasted them both. "To my magnificent showgirls. Your performance is worthy of an award."
"More like a reward," Ginger teased as she stuffed his cock back in his pants. "Better put this thing away. Here comes the waitress with our food." She snickered and said very softly, "The rest of the meal is going to be anticlimactic." She shuddered at the bad pun.
"Perhaps we can make up for it later," Ilsa said. "It does not matter if we miss the meetings tomorrow. I am afraid we are not going to find what we came here for."
"Things have a way of turning out the way you least expect," Ginger said. "I have a confession to make, and I don't want to put it off any longer. I like you two, very much, and I don't want to continue to sail under false colors. I am not just your bodyguard. I work for an industrial security firm. The hotel agreed to let me pose as your escort."
"Okay," Ilsa said, using the American idiom easily. "It does not matter who pays you, we are honored to have an escort, especially you."
"I think there is more," Duke said. "You have some purpose that has nothing to do with guarding our bodies, yes?"
"Yes. My employer's client wants to buy your formula for a new fuel. I am authorized to make you an offer."
Ilsa's face fell about two feet. "Oh, shit," she muttered.
"I'm sorry if I disappointed you," Ginger said. "I did not deliberately deceive you. I was going to, then I found out that I really like you. Can you forgive me?"
"Oh, darling, there is nothing to forgive," Ilsa said. "You do not understand. My formula does not work. Even with Duke's help, I could not make it work. It blows up! Every time we tried it, the engine would run for a few minutes, then ka-boom!, the damn thing would explode.
"So, you see, we have nothing to sell. We tried to find someone here who might help us, but no one wanted to talk about it. They think it is a ridiculous idea. That is why is does not matter if we do not attend any more meetings. We must go home with nothing."
Ginger knew immediately how she could help her new friends and turn the table on Bernie at the same time. "Maybe not," she said. "I was told to buy the formula. No one said it has to work."
"Your employer does not care if it does not work?" Ilsa asked.
"My employer is merely an agent, honey. He doesn't care about anything but money, and he will get paid if I get the formula."
"What will happen when the people who hired him learn the formula does not work?" Duke asked.
Ginger shrugged. "That's his problem. But, if I know him, he will weasel out of any trouble that might come down the pike. He is a very skillful weasel."
"I cannot imagine that anyone would pay for a formula that does not work," Ilsa said sadly.
"Would you consider five million a fair price?"
Ilsa gulped and blurted, "Five million what?"
"American dollars," Ginger answered calmly.
"Who would pay such a sum for something that does not actually exist?"
"My boss wouldn't tell me," Ginger said. "I think you should ask for more. Maybe ten million. Five for each of you. My boss didn't know you have been helping Ilsa, Duke. He told me five was tops, but I think he can go higher." She looked at Ilsa and grinned. "I think you can get whatever you ask for. You have a special negotiating capability. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"You are not only very lovely, Ginger, you have also done your job very well," Duke said. "Your supervisor is to be commended for selecting you for this assignment. If he had sent a man, we would have sent him back. You are a kindred spirit. We can relate to you. We do hope to see much more of you."
"Oh, I think you can count on it," Ginger said with a big grin. "Especially after Ilsa did her little bit with the hors d'oeuvres under the table.
So, what now? Can business wait until tomorrow? I think we should go upstairs and celebrate."
"I brought some very good schnapps you should try," Duke said.
"You also have something else I want to try," Ginger quipped.
Duke threw a couple of large denomination bills on the table and escorted them out of the restaurant.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Duke poured the cognac carefully, as if it was liquid gold.
Ginger lifted the large snifter to her mouth, the fumes from the liquor assailed her nostrils and she had to suppress a snort. Without taking a sip, she lowered the snifter and looked at Duke. He had the bottom of his snifter cupped in the palm of his hand, slowly swirling the liquid to warm it.
Ginger did the same, then lifted the glass to her mouth again. The aroma caressed her nostrils and the heady taste titillated her palate. A bit stronger than she was used to, but good. The liquid felt like fire, warming her all the way down her throat and into her stomach.
Duke watched her drink the brandy the way one would drink wine. "Wine is the nectar of the gods, my dear," he said. "Schnapps is distilled wine, the nobility of wines, and very potent. You must sip it slowly. If you drink it too fast, you soon will be very drunk."
"Yes, I see what you mean. It really gets to me. I feel so hot all over. Does it always make people feel that way?"
"Perhaps it is not just the brandy," Duke said. "Perhaps you are hot because you want to fuck. Does it not make a woman hot to know that someone wants to fuck her?"
"Yes, if it is the right someone," Ginger replied.
"Fine cognac makes me horny," Ilsa said.
"Liebchen, you were born horny," Duke said. "Just like your mother. She could never get enough."
"I do not want to drink schnapps all night," Ilsa said. She put down her snifter and walked to Ginger. "Not when there are nicer things to drink." She glanced at Duke, then began to unbutton Ginger's blouse.
Duke watched his daughter intently, excited by the prospect of seeing Ginger's voluptuous body naked again. He knew from experience Ilsa would fully prepare Ginger, then give her to him to fuck.
"My father wants to fuck you, darling," Ilsa said softly. She kissed Ginger lightly on the lips as she undid the last button. "He is the right someone, is he not?"
Ginger looked at Duke and smiled dreamily. "Oh, yes," she agreed eagerly. "Is he also going to fuck you?"
"If he has the strength," Ilsa said. "It does not matter. He can fuck me any time he wishes. I want him to have the pleasure of fucking you."
Ginger held Ilsa's cheeks in her palms and kissed the tip of her nose. "Darling, he can also fuck me any time he wishes. I am so happy with you two. I wish you never had to go back to Europe."
Ilsa pushed Ginger's blouse off her shoulders, then unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "If you can really get so much money for a formula that does not work, perhaps we will not."
Duke moved so he had a side view of the two women. Ilsa glanced at him and smiled as she fondled Ginger's tits and made her nipples grow to their full size.
"Are her tits not beautiful, Papa?" Ilsa said.
"Gorgeous." He emptied his glass and set it down. "Her nipples are very thick."
Ilsa caught one of Ginger's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and stretched it out as far as it would go. "You will like sucking them, Papa. Is your cock getting hard?"
"A little."
Ginger said, "When we first met, I wondered if you liked girls, Duke. Ilsa made a pass at me in the car, but you didn't seem interested. Then she told me about your relationship and I understood. How can I help get your cock hard so you can fuck me?"
"Play with your pussy and get it nice and wet while I undress him, darling," Ilsa said. Ginger chuckled cheerfully. "Oh, darling, it is already wet enough to drown a fish!"
Ilsa went to Duke and began to undress him. Ginger turned to face him, spread her legs wide so he had a good view of her hairy crotch, and began to finger her clit.
Ilsa stripped her father quickly, then said, "Now, I will undress. Papa, give Ginger a kiss."
Duke went to Ginger and embraced her firmly. His mouth covered hers and his tongue snaked into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as she put her arms around his neck and opened her lips. She pushed her crotch forward, felt his prick beginning to harden as it rubbed her humid slit.
He ran his fingers through her hair. She put one hand behind his head. Her moist, lush lips trembled as her mouth worked hungrily against his. He tasted the combination of her sweet saliva and the brandy. He broke the kiss and stepped back.
She ran her hands over her tits, making her thick nipples swell even bigger. She lifted the heavy melons in her palms and presented them to him. Her body exuded such a strong sexual aroma that even she could smell it.
He knew one taste of her ripe flesh would unleash a desire that would demand his utmost effort to satisfy. He knew he could meet that demand measure for measure. He licked her nipples, then sucked each one tenderly. He let his hands slide down her flanks as he went to his knees.
"I must taste the hors d'oeuvre Ilsa found so delicious at dinner," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Ginger put her hands behind his head, shuffled forward with her legs wide apart and pulled his face into her thick red bush. She reached into her crotch and parted the lips of her cunt, then straddled his head and bent his head back as the nest of hair in her crotch enveloped his mouth.
He put his arms between her legs and caressed her shapely ass as he pulled her cunt tightly to his mouth. He stuck his tongue into her wet slit and her exquisite flavor stimulated his taste buds. He lapped at her gash eagerly, enthralled by the flavor of the irresistible morsel between her thighs.
She began to rock her hips gently back and forth, forcing his tongue to caress her from the top of her slit to her asshole. She looked up, saw Ilsa standing a few feet away, holding the big black double-dildo, and went off like a clap of thunder.
Duke's strong arms between her legs were all that kept Ginger from falling on her ass. She clawed at his head, vibrated like a plucked bow string, and wailed with ecstasy. Her fierce passions subsided, and he gave her slit a final lick before releasing her. She sank to her knees, still trembling slightly.
"God, I love to cum," she whispered.
"Get on your hands and knees, darling," Ilsa said. "Papa, will you put this in our pussies so we can fuck each other?" She handed the dildo to Duke and got on her hands and knees behind Ginger, ass to ass.
Ginger craned her neck and looked over her shoulder as Duke slid one end of the dildo into his daughter's cunt, then the other end in her slick gash. "Too bad we don't have a video camera," she said. "I'd like to watch us fuck each other this way."
"I will watch for all of us," Duke said with a chuckle. "Perhaps we can make movies later."
"Just rock back and forth, darling," Ilsa said. "Papa-likes to watch our asses bump together and our tits jiggle."
Ginger began to rock back and forth on her hands and knees. "I'm going to cum again," she whispered.
"Go faster!" Ilsa hissed. "I will cum with you. Watch your two girls fuck each other, Papa! Watch us bang our asses together and cum for you!"
Both women began to rock faster and faster, shoving each end of the dildo to the hilt in their spastic love channels. Suddenly, they began to shudder and squeal as they rode the double-dong frantically.
Duke knelt in front of Ginger and rubbed the head of his cock over her lips. She opened her mouth wide and his cockhead cut off her screams as it plunged into her mouth. Her mouth slid up and down his rod as she rocked back and forth.
He left his cock in her mouth until her orgasm ebbed, then rolled back and pulled her over him. She straddled him, caught his stiff prick between her velvety thighs and squeezed it tightly as she lay down and squirmed her naked body all over him.
Ilsa sat up, removed the dildo from her cunt and slid around by Duke's shoulder, facing Ginger. She spread her legs and began to play with her clit.
"Does that feel good?" Ginger asked teasingly. "You like for naked girls to rub themselves all over you, don't you?" She didn't expect an answer and didn't get one. She sat up, held the side of his shaft in her wet slit and wiggled her ass up and down. "Mmmmmm, nice hard cock," she muttered. "The head reaches all the way up to my belly button. Wonder if it will go that deep when I take it in me."
Duke looked up past her big tits at her lovely face. He ran his hands slowly over her full hips, up her sides, then under her tits, hefted the heavy mounds, then rubbed his palms over her thick, swollen-hard nipples. Ginger put her hands over his and smiled as he fondled her tits.
"Do you like my tits, Duke?" She arched her back and expanded her chest to make her tits stick out.
"They are truly gorgeous. And such admirable nipples.
Ginger raised her ass, slid forward and sat down on his belly with his cock resting along the crack of her ass. She reached down, spread the lips of her cunt, and said, "Can you see my clit? It isn't as big as Ilsa's, but it ain't half bad."
"It is magnificent," Duke said. "Not many women have a clit as big as my daughter's. Can you take me in your ass?"
"Well, it's pretty big, but I think so. I'm not going to let you put it in my ass right now, though. I'm going to take it in my cunt first and fuck you into never-never land."
"If never-never land is paradise, I am already halfway there," he chuckled.
Ginger lifted her ass, slid back, fit the head of his cock in the mouth of her cunt and began to lower herself, slowly engulfing his prick with her sweltering love channel. He continued to fondle her tits and watched her expression change to one of pure delight as she took the full length of his cock into her. He pinched her tit tips and pulled them way out.
Ginger moaned softly and said, "Damn, that makes the bottom of my cunt tingle." She sat up very straight, sucked in her gut and pushed her tits way out.
Ilsa got on her knees, slid her hands under Ginger's tits and hefted them in her palms. Duke reached up, ran his hand over his daughter's pussy mound and slid his middle finger through her gash. Ilsa spread her legs and gave him easier access to her cunt.
"Your cunt is so wet," he said.
"My cunt is always wet, Papa," she giggled. "Stick your finger in my hole."
"Be careful," Ginger said. "Her cunt gets so hot, she might melt your finger."
Ilsa humped slowly up and down on his finger. "I like when you finger-fuck me, Papa. How does Ginger's cunt feel?"
"Magnificent. As hot and as wet as yours. Too bad you do not have a cock so you could fuck her."
"I just have to be satisfied with fucking her with a dildo and rubbing my cunt against hers, Papa. But I think I suck cunt better than you do. We must find out later."
She straddled her father's head, lowered her cunt, and mashed her lips to his. He reached up to fondle her tits, only to find Ginger's hands already there, cupping the mammoth mounds and tweaking the nipples. He put his hands on Ginger's hips and held onto her as she began to ride the full length of his prick, moaning happily and fucking herself lustily.
Ilsa kept her cunt tight against Duke's mouth and turned around so she faced Ginger. "Do you like Papa's cock, darling?" she asked. "Is it big enough for you?"
"Almost too fucking big," Ginger breathed. She plunged down hard and sighed. "God, it feels marvelous!"
Ginger began to grind her hips and suck Duke's cock with her cunt. Ilsa began to grind her hips and smear her sopping cunt all over his face. Duke speared his daughter's snatch, fucking her hot gash with his tongue the way his cock was fucking Ginger's glorious cunt.
The excitement of riding Duke's cock while his daughter rode his tongue sparked Ginger's passion. She began to hump faster, her strong muscles began to milk his prick, and her orgasm arrived with a fury. Her ass began to twist this way and that, hump furiously up and down and corkscrew in tight circles. She threw her head back, opened her mouth wide and fondled Ilsa's tits as she screamed with unrestrained elation.
Just as Ilsa never tired of cumming, she never tired of watching another woman get off. Especially one riding her father's cock. She grabbed Ginger's tits and played with them as her own orgasm neared.
"Fuck him, darling," Ilsa muttered as she ground her cunt into Duke's mouth with increased urgency. "Fuck Papa good. Oh, darling, you are so beautiful when you cum."
Ginger wailed louder and squeezed Ilsa's tits harder.
Ilsa followed right behind Ginger, cumming with a rush, inundating her father's face with an abundant flood of warm juice. She bucked harder and twisted faster and panted, "Lick my clit, Papa! Lick my clit!"
Ilsa could easily tell the instant Duke's cock began to spew into Ginger's pussy. He licked her clit with a lot more gusto, arched his back, and began to thrust his loins furiously up and down, driving his dick to the hilt in the redhead's cunt as he pumped out his jizz.
Ilsa rolled away from Duke's mouth, taking Ginger along with her by hanging onto her tits. Duke's rapidly deflating cock pulled out of Ginger's cunt with a wet sucking sound and she fell onto her back by Ilsa.
Ilsa rose and hovered over Ginger for a moment, then leaned forward and offered her bloated nipples to the redhead. Ginger eagerly sucked the fat tit tips as Ilsa slid her hand down the front of her body. Her legs flew open, giving Ilsa full access to her wet cunt.
Ilsa stuck her finger in Ginger's sloppy hole and said, "Oh, Papa really filled your cunt. I want his cum."-
Ginger pushed Ilsa's nipple out of her mouth with her tongue and said, "Help yourself, baby, it's all yours."
Ilsa leaned over, glued her mouth to Ginger's gash, applied strong suction and quickly emptied it of her Papa's tasty cum. She kissed Ginger, then flopped onto her back.
"Lie between us, Papa," Ilsa said.
Duke snuggled between them on his back. They rolled onto their sides and mashed their tits against him and simultaneously began to fondle his cock.
After a few minutes, Ginger thought she detected a faint stirring of new life in Duke's prick.
"Can you manage one more, Duke?" she asked. "Your horny little daughter needs a good fucking. I like to watch people fuck, and I've never watched a father and daughter fuck."
"Perhaps you and my horny daughter will give my cock a nice tongue bath and see what happens?"
The women turned as one and began to lick his sticky cock.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ginger summoned Bernie to the hotel the next afternoon.
"So, you couldn't get the job done, huh?" he quipped immediately after Ginger introduced Ilsa and Duke. "Had to call old Bernie in to clean up."
"Oh, she did her job very well," Ilsa said with an inscrutable smile. "I will accept your offer."
The rebuke didn't faze Bernie. "Where's the formula?" he asked.
"Not so fast," Ginger said. "We have a couple of requirements you have to meet before you get it."
"We?" Bernie interjected. "You work for me."
Ginger let his reprimand slide. For the moment. "Doctor Mueller helped Doctor Kroncke develop and test the formula." Which was absolutely true. She simply didn't tell him the whole truth, that the formula didn't work. "He deserves equal reward for his work."
"So?" he said to Ilsa. "Why don't you split the five million between you? That seems fair to me."
"Double your offer, Bernie," Ginger said. "Give them each five."
"That's blackmail!" Bernie huffed.
Ginger smiled. "The color of oil, Bernie. Lots of oil that won't be worth a damn unless your clients buy Ilsa's formula. They can't stop the process, Bernie, and you know it. Ilsa and Duke will agree, in writing, not to pursue work on the formula in return for five million apiece." Again, she simply didn't tell him the whole truth, that they wouldn't pursue work on that particular formula, which they knew didn't work anyway. "You aren't usually a reasonable person, Bernie, but you can be just this once if you try real hard. You know threats won't work, and I know you held back a bargaining chip. You always do. Now is the time to use it."
"Do I have any choice?" Bernie said, trying hard to make himself sound a lot more dejected than he felt. Actually, he felt immense relief and elation. He had not expected Ginger to get the formula at all, much less for an amount below what he estimated it would cost. "You said I have to meet a couple of conditions. What's the other one?"
"Deposit the money in a Swiss bank." Ginger handed him a slip of paper. "Here are the account numbers."
Bernie lifted one eyebrow. "You trust me not to pull a fast one?"
"You wouldn't dare, Bernie," Ginger said quietly, but quite sternly. "I have a personal interest in this. Any funny stuff, and you have to answer to me. Need I remind you that you wouldn't like the prospect?"
Bernie smiled weakly and shook his head. "I have to make some phone calls."
Duke pointed to the door of Ginger's room and said, "Use the phone in there, please. I also must make some phone calls. We will celebrate your agreement with a little party, yes?"
Ilsa followed Bernie into Ginger's room. Ginger looked at Duke and grinned.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she asked.
"English syntax can be so convoluted," he replied. "If I understand you correctly, you want to know if I am thinking of a little orgy, yes?"
"Double yes!" Ginger laughed. "I can't think of a better way to celebrate. Make your phone call. Then I will make one and invite some more people to this little wingding. The more the merrier, right? And I know a little blonde bombshell you will simply love to fuck."
* * *
Bernie picked up the phone and glanced at Ilsa. She smiled seductively as she stripped down to a bra, garter belt, hose and sandals, all in black. Her large, firm tits strained the bra, which had cut-outs in the center for her lovely red nipples to stick through. Her sandals were mostly straps and lent an erotic air to the rest of her outfit. The sumptuous forest of fluffy blonde hair covering her crotch stood out in sharp contrast to the black garter belt.
He lifted his eyebrows as he spoke into the phone, giving his secretary instructions for the money transfer.
"We are going to party," Ilsa said softly. "Ginger said you would not fuck her, so she does not know if you like girls. I am going to find out."
Bernie told his secretary to call him when she had transferred the money and put down the phone. "I don't fuck people who work for me, literally or figuratively," he said.
"I do not work for you," Ilsa reminded him. She posed for him, flagrantly displaying her curvaceous pulchritude. "Do you want to fuck me, or am I wasting my time?"
Bernie's mouth became as dry as a desert. "I want to fuck you," he croaked.
* * *
Ginger undressed while Duke called room service and ordered champagne and food sent up to his suite. She called Dawn and told her to round up the gang and hurry over to join the party.
Then she turned to Duke and attacked his clothes. "I can't wait to get started," she said. "The others will join right in when they get here." She stripped him down to the buff and pushed him into a nearby chair. "I see you can't wait, either," she teased, staring at his rampant rod. Dropping to her knees, she grasped his cock with both hands, one above the other, and licked the head lovingly. "Are you excited enough that you can go several times?"
"Yes, I believe I am," he assured her quickly. "The prospect of fucking your little blonde bombshell is very stimulating."
"Well, you can fuck this red-headed bombshell first," she said with a giggle.
She bent forward, opened her mouth wide, and closed her lips around his hard rod. She let it slide into the depths of her wet mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. His muscles tensed and waves of ecstasy flowed through him. As her head began to move slowly up and down, she reached forward with both hands and cupped his balls, sending further shock waves of pleasure through him. Lifting her head from his cock, she licked his balls and the inside of his thighs.
"When I first saw your cock last night, I didn't know if I could suck it without choking," she said softly. "I haven't sucked very many cocks. Only two, in fact."
"Your mouth feels wonderful," he said, stroking the top of her head.
"I know I won't choke now," she said. "You stuck it in my mouth last night while Ilsa and I fucked each other with the dildo, remember."
"Yes, I remember. Watching your beautiful tits jiggle while you bumped asses was very exciting."
She took the base of his cock in both hands and let it slide far into her mouth again. She bobbed her head slowly up and down, and her lush lips caressed his dick with nerve-tingling, muscle-tensing proficiency. After a few moments of oral stimulation, she stood and took his hand.
"Let's see what Ilsa and Bernie are doing."
"You want your Bernie to watch me fuck you, yes?"
"Yes. I want the bastard to see what he's missing."
* * *
Bernie let his eyes rove over Ilsa's exciting body as she undressed him. He had seen her in the films and now he was looking at her in the flesh. All of her. He unsnapped her bra and her audacious tits leaped free.
She slid her hand under his cock and let it rest across her palm. "Magnificent," she breathed. "I do not believe Ginger knows your cock is so big."
He pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily as she gripped his prick firmly and began to stroke it. His cock began to fill and stiffen as he let his hands wander slowly over her body, caressing her bare back and shapely ass-cheeks.
Ginger strode confidently into her room with Duke in tow. She took one look at Ilsa and Bernie, then turned to face Duke. He put his arms around her and they sank to the floor. The tapered crown of his hard prick pushed into the soft flesh around her navel. She melted into his arms, put one arm around his neck and reached between them to grasp his prick.
Ilsa darted a quick glance at Ginger and smiled. She loved to fuck for an audience, and her father was her favorite spectator. A look of utter wickedness crossed her face as she sank to her knees in front of Bernie. She took his cock in both hands and lewdly rubbed the bulging knob over her face, then her neck and tits.
Wild, titillating thoughts filled Ilsa's mind as her broad tongue snaked out and swiped across the head of Bernie's pulsating prick. He let out a moan of pleasure as her tongue fluttered around, the tip barely touching his sensitive flesh.
"God, that feels wonderful," he hissed, and thrust his cock at her mouth.
Ilsa washed the full length of his cock with her tongue and chuckled when Bernie trembled all over. "You like to have your pretty cock licked, do you not?"
"God, yes!" Bernie moaned. He bent his knees and lined up his cock with her mouth.
Ilsa knew he wanted her to take his cock in her mouth, but she wanted to make him beg for that exquisite pleasure. Her tongue continued to swirl along his shaft and around his shiny knob.
Bernie entangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head forward. "Suck my cock!" he pleaded.
Ilsa chuckled, opened her mouth and let him stick his cock into her mouth. She held the base of his shaft with one hand and reached between his legs to fondle his balls as she began to suck enthusiastically.
Ginger pulled Duke around so his head was toward Ilsa and rolled him onto his back. She straddled his hips, gripped his shaft and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit. She stuck the knob in the mouth of her cunt and sat down suddenly, moaning with delight as she impaled herself on the lusty lance.
Previously unaware he and Ilsa weren't alone, Bernie looked around when Ginger moaned. He looked her straight in the eye and grinned. He would show her that he could fuck as well as any man alive. He wished she didn't work for him. He suspected Duke was good for only one shot and he would like nothing better than a threesome with these horny little bitches, at the same time.
Ginger rode Duke's cock methodically, keeping her knees wide apart so Bernie could see his cock sliding in and out of her hot cunt. She relished every nuance of letting Bernie watch her fuck. She stared at him hotly and accentuated her downstrokes with sharp turns and twists at the bottom of the stroke.
Bernie pushed Ilsa onto her back and fell on top of her. After a brief, four-handed scramble, he got his cock in her and began to fuck her furiously.
Ginger thrust her hand between her legs and began to frig her clit as she humped faster and faster on Duke's dick. Her orgasm nearly blinded her when it arrived. She peered at the other couple through half-closed eyes as Bernie began to fuck Ilsa so hard she scooted across the floor on her back. Ilsa had her legs locked around Bernie's back with only the back of her shoulders touching the floor as they made their way inexorably toward Ginger.
At the moment Ginger's orgasm hit the peak, Duke rolled her over onto her stomach. She continued to shiver with passion as he pulled her to her hands and knees. The head of his cock nudged her cunt, and she bowed her back and turned her ass up in the air. He grabbed her hips and drove his dick into her with a mighty lunge.
Ginger lifted her head and wailed with delight, then saw Ilsa's face directly under hers. She leaned down and glued her mouth to the blonde's. They swapped tongues and moaned passionately as the two men fucked them into paroxysms of pleasure.
Ginger snatched her mouth away from Ilsa's and gave a strangled cry as convulsions raced through her. She slumped over Ilsa and began to lick the blonde's tits. Then she felt Duke's prick swell and whirled around with her mouth in front of his groin just as his cum started flying.
The first glob of hot sperm hit her in the face. She opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue and caught the next couple of shots on the top of her tongue. She captured his prick in her mouth and he pumped the last few drops in her throat. He sat down with a thump, with his legs spread. She lay with her face in his crotch, gently licking his cock and balls. When she had his cock clean, she lifted her head and looked at Ilsa.
Ilsa felt Bernie's cum spurt into her. He stretched the limits of her cunt, pouring his white-hot cream deep into her quivering belly. Then she nearly exploded with climactic bliss.
Bernie rolled away and Ginger instantly crawled over Ilsa with her face over the blonde's muff. Bernie's cum seeped slowly from Ilsa's sopping slit. With a moan of lust, Ginger glued her mouth to the blonde's succulent gash. Sucked until she had drained every drop of the savory essence from the wet hole. Then she licked Ilsa's puffy cunt lips and bush to be sure she hadn't missed any of the sticky fluid.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Hail, hail, the gang's all here," Dawn sang out merrily as they marched into the bedroom, followed by a small entourage. "Looks like you started without us."
"It won't take you long to catch up," Ginger said. "Who do you have with you?" she asked, referring to a lissome brunette wearing a hotel uniform.
"Darlene," Dawn said. "We found her in the hall, beating on the door."
"I brought the champagne and food," Darlene said. "I wondered why no one answered the door." She looked at Bernie and Duke. More specifically, at their cocks. "Now I know." She made no move to leave.
"Want to stay?" Ginger asked.
"Yeah, I haven't been a good party in ages." She looked at her watch. "I went off duty ten minutes ago."
"Well, get naked and join us." Ginger made quick introductions. "Darlene, do you prefer cock or pussy?"
Darlene was already out of her blouse and bra, revealing a set of pretty medium-size, pear-shaped tits. "Cock," she said as she opened her skirt and let it fall. "I guess." She stripped off her panties and kicked them aside. "Never got it on with a woman."
"Well, since everyone here eats pussy, that just might change before you get out of here," Ginger said. "In the meantime, pick out a cock and have yourself some fun. Dawn, I told Duke he would enjoy fucking you." She glanced at Duke's rampant prick. "And, by the look of things, he's ready. The rest of you pair off however you see fit. Bernie, I get your cock."
Ilsa crooked her finger at Walter and grinned. He grinned right back and went to her, his large ebony cock already rising to half-staff. Dawn went to Duke, got on her knees and began to suck his cock.
"You know my policy, Ginger snap," Bernie said. "I don't fuck people who work for me. Duke has Dawn and Ilsa has Walter, so I'll offer my services to Darlene."
"Darlene can start with either Hank or Adam," Ginger said firmly. "I no longer work for you, so that takes care of that."
"Since when?"
"Since last night. I'm independently wealthy now, in case you forgot, so I don't have to work for anyone. If you don't want to fuck me, say so. Otherwise, get your ass over here."
"If I may make a suggestion," Duke said.
Dawn lifted her head and said, "You sure can, honey. Anybody with such a nice cock can make any suggestion he wants to."
"There is champagne in the sitting room and I know a special way to drink it."
Everyone trooped into the sitting room. Duke took a bottle of wine from a cooler and said, "Now, Ginger, if you would be so kind as to lie in the middle of the room on your back and spread your legs, I will show everyone how to drink a very special toast to a lady."
Ginger didn't know why she had to lie down for him to drink a toast to her. Maybe he wants to pour wine over my pussy and lick it off. I've heard about men who like to do that. Well, never let it be said that I turned down an opportunity to get my clit licked a little. She lay down and spread her legs.
Duke knelt between her legs and stuck the mouth of the bottle between her pussy lips. He tipped the bottle and poured some wine into her cunt.
"Ooohhh, that's cold!" Ginger gasped. "And the bubbles feels funny."
Duke leaned over and covered her effervescent hole with his mouth. He drank lustily while jamming his tongue in and out of her bubbly channel. He sucked out all of the champagne, then poured some over her snatch and lapped it up noisily as it ran down her slit.
"Hey, that looks like fun!" Dawn squealed. "Come on girls, let's get down there and so the guys can have a drink."
"This will work better if we elevate their pussies," Walter said. "Adam, give me the cushions from both couches." He put a cushion under each woman, surveyed his handiwork, then put a full bottle of champagne by each one. "We ought to empty each bottle before we stop. If that's not enough, we'll get more. We each take one drink from each pussy, then move to the next one. We keep going around until we make each woman cum at least once. Duke, this was your idea. You start, and we'll just follow along. Scout's honor, now. When you've sucked all the wine out, move to the next pussy. No need to cheat. We've got plenty of time and plenty of wine. Looks like plenty of pussy, too."
Five men! I get to cum five times this way. Five different tongues in my pussy, one right after the other. Wild!
Darlene lay on Ginger's left and Ilsa lay on her left. Darlene grabbed Ginger's hand and squeezed it.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," she bubbled. "Thank you for inviting me to stay."
Ginger turned her head and looked at the pretty girl. "You're very welcome, darling. I'm glad you came along."
Impulsively, Darlene kissed Ginger on the mouth. "I just know I'm going to have a ball."
"By my count, there are ten balls here, darling, and you can have all of them."
Ginger released Darlene's hand and slid it into the brunette's crotch. Using her thumb and second finger, she opened Darlene's pussy and tapped her clit lightly with her index finger.
"Ooohhh, that feels good," Darlene giggled.
"If you think that feels good, just wait until I lick your clit," Ginger said.
"You know what?" Darlene said. "I think I'm looking forward to feeling your tongue on my clit."
Ginger reached over with her right hand and began to play with one of Ilsa's big tits. Darlene filled her hand with one of Ginger's tits. Hands moved all along the line as Ilsa held one of Dawn's tits and Dawn held one of Ilsa's and they were ready for the round-robin champagne drinking, pussy eating to begin.
Ginger knew without looking when Duke poured wine in Darlene's pussy and started sucking it out. The brunette moaned and began to hump and twist passionately. Then Duke moved between Ginger's legs, pouring wine and sucking. She felt the wine dribbled into the crack of her ass and wondered briefly why he wasn't drinking it. Then his tongue hit her clit like a bolt of lightning and she forgot about the wine.
Darlene wailed with pleasure and Ginger could feel the tremors in the brunette's crotch as she started cumming. Ginger knew how Darlene felt. She was right on the verge of popping when Duke moved away and someone else replaced him. She was ready to soar again when she heard Walter's voice.
"Slide over one, Bernie, and let me have a taste of that red-haired pussy."
So, Bernie got a taste of my pussy. Come on, Walter, stick your tongue in there and get me off. I'm ready to blast off. .
Duke moved to Ilsa to make room for Bernie between Dawn's legs. The instant his tongue hit his daughter's clit, she started cumming. Which didn't surprise him. She was always hot and ready to cum. Dawn's squeals of fulfillment joined Darlene's and Ilsa's. Then Walter brought Ginger off with a roar.
All four women were cumming and there was still a lot of wine left. The wine and tongues in their cunts kept the women at the peak of their passion. Their whimpers, moans and screams spurred the men to greater effort.
Ginger had intended to keep track of who was eating her pussy, but she was cumming so hard she quickly lost track. She only knew she had never felt so good, had never enjoyed anything so much in her life.
The men drank two bottles of champagne from each pussy and wore their tongues out. They backed away and the women rolled into a tangle of arms and legs, hugging each other lovingly and giggling like fools.
Ginger didn't know how many times she had cum. Actually, it had been more like one long climax. She would peak, fall off a bit, then quickly reach the peak again. Her belly ached. The muscle contractions were stronger than any she had ever felt.
Eating pussy does nothing to calm a man's libido. Even Bernie was charged up and raring to go. His tongue was tired, but he didn't intend to use his tongue now. He separated Ginger from the pile of female flesh and rolled her onto her back.
Ever the perfect piece of ass, Ginger spread her legs and gave Bernie a look that would melt a glacier. "So, you finally decided to get a piece of the best ass in the world, did you?"
He grabbed his cock, stuck the head between the lips of her cunt and thrust forward. Slick from wine and cumming, her channel offered no resistance as he buried his shaft to the hilt.
"Gottcha, you big-dicked bastard!" she crowed. "Now show me how well you can fuck. If you don't make me scream my head off, you aren't half the man you claim to be."
"Don't challenge me, you horny little vixen," Bernie growled. "I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
"I can crawl!" Ginger threw her cunt at him and giggled. "Don't talk, stud! Fuck!"
He began to fuck her slowly, using the full length of his cock, letting her experience the total, wonderful enjoyment of his long rod.
She immediately got completely into fucking and her fervor rapidly soared toward the peak again. Her cunt felt as full as her ass had felt the night before when Duke filled her back door with his big cock. Having her cunt filled to such an extent felt so fucking good. She locked her legs around his waist and began to fuck back at him with gusto.
Bernie pulled her legs loose, pushed them up and apart. Ginger gasped as he penetrated her to the maximum and the head of his cock banged into the bottom of her cunt.
"God, you're the only woman who has ever taken me so easily," he groaned. "And your cunt still feels so tight."
"Told you I'm the best piece of ass in the world," she replied. "You've never had your cock in a better cunt, and you know it." She wasn't going to tell him, but she had never had a better cock in her cunt, either!
She closed her eyes and began to ride his splendid cock rhythmically as she silently gloated with glee. She had totally turned the tables on him, had made herself and her two new friends rich, had discovered a facet of her sexual nature that far exceeded anything she thought possible.
Perhaps life could get better, but, at the moment, she didn't know how.
