The overwhelming problems people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the athlete who, under pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Ginger Staley, an attractive new bride in this story, is one of these desperate people, for her problem-a failing relationship with her husband-leads her into the arms of strangers, compelling her to flit from one bed to another in an orgy of hedonistic excess.
Her story is that of a woman struggling desperately for happiness, for some way to save her marriage and self-respect.
"TWEEN THE WIFE'S THIGHS-a novel about one of the problems facing modern society and a reflection of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ginger Staley had already been married more than a month but the two other secretaries at the Foster Paint and Supply Company were still teasing her unmercifully about getting regular cock.
"That rosy glow on Ginger's cheeks can only mean one thing, Maggie," Sally said with a smirk.
"Yep," Sally snapped with a wink. "There's nothing like nightly fucking to bring that kind of healthy color to a woman's face."
Ginger felt herself blush as she listened to the lewd bantering. "You two give me a break," she said, chuckling. "I'm practically a virgin compared to a couple of swinging secretaries I know."
"Ooohhhh, tacky lady," Maggie cooed.
"Hey, Ginger, we might get lucky at a singles bar occasionally, but that isn't like going home and having it waiting right there," Sally said. "You don't know how lucky you are, sweetie. Besides, you can't get tired looking at Walt. You got a keeper with him, honey."
"Thanks," Ginger said simply as she turned her attention back to the letter she was typing, hoping Maggie and Sally would take the hint and get back to their own work.
The mention of her husband made her blush even deeper. It was true that Walt was very handsome. He was tall and muscular, and his curly brown hair topped a manly face. His serious brown eyes still melted her when he gazed into her face or stared tenderly at her luscious, naked body. It thrilled her when her husband was in one of his horny moods. The trouble was that those moods were getting fewer and fewer. Shit, she thought, what will happen when we've been married a year? At the current rate, fucking would be down to once a month and that frightening fact made Ginger panic.
"Ginger, are you going out to lunch today or are you just gonna sit there dreaming about that handsome hunk of yours?" Sally chided, cutting into Ginger's thoughts.
"Oh, no, not today," Ginger said, focusing back on the present. "I'm still catching up on the work I missed during the honeymoon."
"Ambition will kill you yet, lady," Maggie teased.
"I brought a snack so I won't starve," Ginger said with a chuckle. "You two go ahead. Check out the men. If you aren't back in two hours, I'll know you got lucky."
"Fuck, the stud will be the lucky one," Sally retorted as she and Maggie giggled. "See you later."
The two secretaries left the office, their chuckles fading as Ginger stared at the stack of filing still waiting for her. She sighed and started to dig into the folders, thankful for the sudden quiet of the office.
She had worked at Foster's for two years and liked it well enough. At least it was an easy job. It got boring at times, but the slow, unpressured pace gave Ginger the opportunity to day-dream and to think. Basically, she had always been a private person, just as happy to be alone with her thoughts as with a crowd of people. And now, more than ever, she was glad to have this job.
Walt worked at a furniture plant, making just a couple of dollars an hour more than Ginger. But he had hopes of being promoted to floor foreman within the year. They had discussed her leaving Foster's when Walt's promotion came through and Ginger had looked forward to being a housewife. Keeping Walt's house cozy and clean and preparing his favorite meals seemed a perfectly ideal role for her. She would do everything she could to please him, especially in bed.
Ginger sighed. During the weeks leading up to the wedding and for the first couple of weeks following the ceremony she and Walt had fucked a lot. But now, that seemed to be changing. She was the one who still felt horny for more, but it was Walt who was losing interest.
She'd always heard that once a girl had sex regularly she couldn't live without it. Now she believed it. She was hooked and it distressed her terribly that Walt seemed to be running out of gas.
The dark thoughts teeming in her mind made Ginger wish she had gone to lunch with Maggie and Sally. At least then she wouldn't have had the opportunity to dwell on the depressing aspects of her young marriage.
She left the filing for a moment and strolled across the empty office to the water cooler. As she sipped the water, Chuck Foster opened the a door of his private office and peered at her. As his eyes traveled up and down the length of her curvaceous body, Ginger slowly grew self-conscious and felt herself blush.
"Everybody away at lunch?" he said, glancing around with a knowing smile.
Ginger nodded. "I'm catching up on some work, Mr. Foster."
"Good for you," he said. "Married life is making you very responsible."
"I suppose," she said.
He stepped toward her. A lewd grin slipped across his face as his eyes riveted on her generous tits pressing against the front of her blouse.
"I bet you and your lucky hubby have been giving the old bedsprings quite a work-out," he said.
Ginger felt her cheeks warm and she shifted uncomfortably. "Well, yes, I guess Walt and I are a typical newly wed couple," Ginger said, looking for a way to escape his penetrating gaze.
"I remember when I was a newlywed," Chuck Foster said, moving even closer to Ginger. "My bride and I wore out our share of mattresses. Of course, that was a long time ago. We've been divorced for years, you know."
"Yes, Mr. Foster, I know," Ginger said, clearing her throat.
The way he was staring at her tits made her squirm. Her boss had never before so openly hit on her.
Suddenly he took her arm and guided her toward his office. "Come in for a minute, Ginger. I need you to sign some forms now that you're married. I've been forgetting about it. Now seems like a perfect time to get this out of the way."
She knew she had no choice but to go into his office. When he locked the door behind him, she said nothing but her guts flexed in a knot of fear. She tried to convince herself that she was being silly. Why would Chuck Foster wait until she was married to make a play for her? He had never touched her before. Perhaps her being a well-fucked young bride turned him on? Ginger didn't know, and she realized she wouldn't have time to find out because Chuck Foster was already gently rubbing her shoulder.
"What about those forms, Mr. Foster?" Ginger said nervously.
"Sure thing," he snapped, stepping quickly over to his desk. "Just have a seat, darling."
She sat in the chair facing his massive desk and took the pen he offered as he placed some papers in front of her. She scanned them without really reading anything.
She began to sign the papers when she suddenly gasped. Mr. Foster was crouching down on the floor before her with his head inching under her skirt. She dropped the pen, startled, not knowing whether to scream or push him away.
"Mr. Foster!" she hissed. "What are you doing?"
"I think you know, darling," he said with a wide grin. "Don't act so shocked. I know getting your pussy kissed isn't the worst thing in the world to happen to you."
Before she could stop him, he had his hands under her skirt. He yanked her panties down and pressed his lips firmly against her cunt . She tried to move his head away, but he held firmly, gripping her firm ass.
"Mr. Foster! This is terrible!" she shrieked.
"Relax!" he retorted with a snicker. "Why should you bitch? What married woman ever turned down a good pussy-licking?"
She had no time to respond other than to moan when he flicked his tongue-tip over her clit. She couldn't hide the glorious tremors that raced through her body and scorched her nerves. She gasped with the realization that a strange man's tongue was caressing her cunt -and it felt so good!
"You shouldn't be doing that!" she hissed breathlessly.
He responded by pushing her thighs wider apart. She instinctively bunched her skirt around her waist and lifted her ass, allowing him better access to her cunt . Her mind reeled as she realized she was cooperating with this wanton behavior. That shocked her even more.
At that very moment, Chuck thrust his tongue up and down her cunt and she grabbed hold of his head and tilted her ass back. She closed her eyes and tried to shut off the disturbing thoughts swimming through her mind. Pleasure quickly engulfed her, snuffing out the uneasy thoughts as her body tingled with mounting ecstasy.
He moved his big hands under-her ass and squeezed her soft, young flesh. She stared down at his head. His face was hidden between her creamy thighs and the erotic sight excited her even more.
Only last night Walt had eaten her pussy and that vivid memory added to the thrill of what was now happening to her. Two different men kissing and licking her pussy within a twenty-four-hour period went beyond her wildest fantasies. She loved it! God help her, but she loved having a man's mouth on her pussy. Any man's!
She tried keeping her eyes closed and imagining it was Walt with his head buried between her thighs and his mouth on her pussy. That way, she felt she could sit back and enjoy this wonderful cunt -eating without guilt. But, her ploy didn't work. The fact that it was her boss on his knees, licking her pussy was very exciting!
Her idea of pretending her husband was licking her cunt also didn't wash because Chuck Foster was a much better pussy-eater than Walt. Walt wasn't bad and he had thrilled her frequently on their honeymoon with the delightful tricks his tongue provided her pussy. But Mr. Foster obviously had much more experience eating pussy and it was certainly paying off.
Electric shivers sizzled her senses and Ginger gasped. She pressed her hands on his head, no longer even thinking of shoving his face away from her steamy pussy. Now she was holding him for support. She no longer wanted him to stop eating her, she was past that point. She was urging him on with her hands, savoring the delightful sensations that nipped her nerves.
His moist breath and sucking lips turned her pussy to jelly. She grabbed his hair and pulled him against her as she humped her pussy against his face.
"Oh, ooohhhh, suck harder, Mr. Foster!" she gasped. "Don't stop! Please, suck my pussy harder! Yes, yes, yyyeeesss!"
He grunted and snorted and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the chair. His tongue was everywhere, licking up and down her hairy, quivering cunt lips and darting teasingly just inside her slit to whip the pink, glistening pulp.
Ginger wiggled and squirmed when he sucked on her throbbing clit. She spread her legs as wide as possible when he moved his hands from her ass to her cunt . She panted for breath when he pried her cunt lips open and distended her pussy canal. He stiffened the tip of his tongue and used it like a cock. He tried to cram it inside her and he almost succeeded, much to her delight.
At intervals he pressed his entire face against her cunt . He rubbed it up and down and she felt the bristles of his beard. A new set of sensations sparked over her and shook her pussy. She liked the feeling on her cunt flesh and she belched a throaty squeal of raw passion.
She humped upward and rested her legs on his shoulders, encouraging him when he worked his tongue in a circular motion over her entire pussy.
"Aaahhhhh! Mr. Foster!" she rasped. "It's so good!"
He snickered and the resulting vibrations sent her into a wondrous orbit. Her senses jarred as a fast-approaching orgasm threatened to rattle through her at any moment.
She went limp, her head lolling to the side and her breathing became increasingly labored. Raspy groans escaped her throat as he played her pussy with his tongue. He was expertly building her ecstasy to the ultimate level.
"Oh, Mr. Foster, you're making me so hot and horny!" she squealed. "I can't stand it much longer!"
Foster showed no signs of stopping as he swirled his tongue tirelessly through the wet folds of her cunt pulp. Knifing deeper and deeper into her cunt hole, he flicked his tongue against her flexing, spasming cunt walls, teasing the sensitive flesh and extracting additional cries of pleasure from Ginger. She had never had a man eat her so eagerly. Even in the early days of their courtship, Walt hadn't eaten her pussy with such enthusiasm.
His saliva soaked her cunt and mingled with the seeping juices oozing from her smoldering pussyhole. The resulting dampness ran down her asscrack as her thighs shook. Foster held her thighs still and kept them on his shoulders as he feasted on her succulent cunt .
Her pussy was wide open and her skirt was wrinkled. She wondered what Sally and Maggie would think when they returned from lunch and saw the disarray of her clothes. Then that thought vanished as the ecstasy once again took over.
"I knew your pussy would taste good," Foster said, his voice muffled against her cunt . "I also knew you would love having it tonguefucked."
"Yes, oh yes! I love it!" she breathed. He reached up and explored her tits, touching and squeezing them through her silk blouse. Without taking his mouth away from her sopping pussy, he worked his hands inside her blouse and caressed her naked tits. As he pinched and probed her stiff, tingling nipples, she gasped and squirmed with renewed pleasure and desire.
She began stroking his hair with frantic motions as a gigantic climax threatened to overwhelm her. At that moment her cunt was soaked with juice and saliva and the thrilling tremors rattling the depths of her cunt channel rocked her senses.
Suddenly, she moved her hands over his as he kneaded and squeezed her lush, full tits. Her overheated senses throbbed in ecstasy and her entire body pulsed with the pleasure about to explode inside her. She gasped and panted as her climax neared.
"Oh, ooohhhh, eat me!" she yelled. "I'm about to come!"
Her announcement seemed to encourage him to pick up the tempo of his pussy-licking. He moved his tongue like a power drill in and out of her soaked cunt hole. Then her orgasm jolted her body, practically lifting her off the chair.
She bellowed a horrendous shriek as the sensations spilled over her nerves. Her pussy spat a stream of nectar into his slurping mouth as she clasped her hands against the back of his head. She humped feverishly, ramming her spasming pussy against his mouth and face, totally lost to the rapture engulfing her.
When the spasming finally lessened, Ginger opened her eyes just in time to glimpse Foster grinning up at her face, his lips still inches from her pussy. His mouth was covered with the glaze of her cunt juice and the sight was especially enticing to the hot young bride. He looked so strange crouching down there between her legs, licking her pussy nectar off his lips.
She giggled softly. "I guess you think I'm a real slut, don't you?" she said.
He shrugged. "Why would I think that?" he retorted.
"You know. I've only been back from my honeymoon a couple of weeks and I've just let you suck my pussy," she said.
He leaned forward slightly and flicked his tongue over her clit. "Listen, darling, you didn't die just because you got married," he said. "In fact, being married makes you that much more exciting. Now, you are really an experienced woman. You deserve an experienced man."
She nodded and continued to giggle. This was outrageous-yet she was still resting her legs across his shoulders and watching in fascination as he nibbled on her clit with his cream-smeared lips. Then, suddenly and without warning, he ducked his face back against her pussy and plugged her pussyhole with his stiffened tongue. Ginger yelped in surprised pleasure and instinctively held onto his head and writhed her ass on the chair.
She forced his mouth up and down her cunt slit. She felt another climax approach and it surprised her. The bone-jarring orgasm she had just enjoyed still lingered in her nerves and yet another one was quickly building inside her overheated cunt .
"Yes, Mr. Foster," she hissed. "Eat me out. Suck my pussy! Make me come again!"
She couldn't believe the way her boss was going after her pussy. She had never known a man to love sucking cunt as much as Chuck Foster. This was like a terrific dream and Ginger was eager for it to continue as long as Mr. Foster's tongue was willing.
"I'm coming again!" she yelled. "Oooohhh, Mr. Foster, your tongue is all the way inside my pussy! God, I'm about to come again!"
Grabbing her asscheeks, he buried his tongue deeply inside her cunt . She leaned back in the chair and squeezed her thighs around his head. She held him in this fleshy prison as he lapped away at her nectar-drenched cunt .
She cried out as he used his mouth like a vibrator. He had a way of flicking his tongue over her tender pussy pulp that blew her mind.
He alternated the pressure arid speed of his tongue-flicks in such a way that it sometimes felt as if he was using a feather to tickle her sensitive inner cunt meat. Then, seconds later, his tongue became a stiff brush, painting the delicate tissues of her cunt into an overheated glow.
Her tits heaved and her body trembled. She was becoming exhausted even as she faced another fierce orgasm. Suddenly, the pleasure sweeping through her washed away any remaining timid feelings and Ginger boldly reached down and held her cunt lips open for Foster's driving tongue and sucking lips.
Foster immediately moaned an appreciative groan as he continued to feast on her tasty pussymeat. He used the opening up of her cunt canal to his best advantage, pressing more of his face against her pussy and nailing his tongue deeper into her cunt hole.
That was enough to plunge Ginger into the wonderful turmoil of another violent orgasm. Her body rocked and spasmed and her pussyjuice spurted into his mouth. She screamed out passionately as he gluttonously drank down her nectar.
Sensations burned her nerves and her pussy felt gripped in a vibrating chamber that threatened to tug her cunt passage inside out. She twitched and jerked, then finally went limp on the chair. She moaned and closed her eyes, fighting to catch her breath and regain her composure while savoring the great echoes of her fading climax.
Ginger wasn't aware of how much time elapsed before she finally opened her eyes and blinked at the startling sight of Foster's hard, trembling prick only inches from her mouth. She gasped, but already her boss was pressing his cock closer to her lips.
"Now it's your turn, darling," Foster rasped.
CHAPTER TWO
Ginger wanted to pretend that Foster was merely offering her a suggestion as he pressed his prick closer to her mouth. She gazed up at him and then at his bulbous cockhead. There was already a drop of fuck-cream at the tip of his prick, oozing from his piss-slit. She squirmed on the chair, knowing very well that her boss wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Do I have to?" she asked lamely.
He answered with a lopsided smirk.
Somehow doing what he expected seemed more of a shattering of her marriage vows than what he had just done to her. Eating his cock would directly involve her, make her an active participant in the wanton violation of her marriage vows.
There was no doubt that she had loved every minute of pleasure that Foster's tongue had provided. The way he had caressed her hot pussy with his tongue still made her nerves sizzle. The afterglow of her two thunderous orgasms lingered delightfully inside her. But the thought kept nagging her that it had been over a year since she had sucked anyone except Walt.
"I don't want to get rough," Foster hissed, pushing his cock closer to her mouth. "Do your duty, Ginger. I'm sure you like working here."
She licked her lips automatically as they brushed against the velvety skin of his cockhead. The taste of strange prickmeat tingled her nerves and made her guts stir with excitement. She felt the last shreds of hesitation" evaporate as she tentatively darted her tongue-tip out across his wet piss-slit.
Ginger trembled as she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her thighs were still spread and her skirt was still bunched up around her waist. She realized what a provocative sight she was as her boss positioned himself between her knees, his hard prick poking against her lush lips and snaking tongue-tip. She took a deep breath and extended her tongue.
Instant shock waves of pleasure washed through her as she lathered his cockhead with her saliva. She used her tongue to broadly paint his swollen prick knob, quickly savoring the chore and thrilling to the excited groans rasping through his throat. The adventure of sucking a strange prick was overwhelming her. No longer was she concerned about her marriage vows. Damn Walt! If he had taken care of her passionate needs this wouldn't be happening!
She felt his strong fingers lace behind her head as she eagerly licked her tongue up and down his veiny prickshaft. She worked her tongue often to the hairy base of his prick, then teased his heavy balls, flicking her active tongue over the leathery bag. His squirming and moaning told her that she was doing a fine job.
As the seconds passed, Ginger gained confidence and became bolder. She suddenly ducked her head down and captured his balls between her moist lips. She sucked the orbs into her hot mouth and listened with pleasure as Foster groaned in ecstasy. His chest heaved as her saliva drenched his ball-sac.
"Get back to my cock," he hissed, twisting her long dark hair and yanking her lips off his balls.
Ginger obeyed and quickly closed her lips around his engorged cockhead. She savored the taste of his prick knob, feeling powerful as she feasted on the head of his leaping, throbbing cock. Trembling, she gleefully glided her lips up and down his long, meaty shaft as he jerked wildly.
The tight ring of her lips made a snug glove as she pushed up and down on his cock. She loved the way his cockskin moved up and down against the pressure of her lips. She sucked harder, drawing her cheeks in as the intensity mounted. It was as if she wanted to draw the spunk right out of his balls and into her hungry mouth.
With her mouth busy on his cock, she used her hands to cup his heavy balls. She allowed the come-filled nuts to bounce gently against her soft palms. She felt his prick throb against her lips as she nibbled his shaft. Up and down, she glided her hot, wet mouth, nibbling and licking as Foster's groans of pleasure made her pussy spasm and overheat.
His hold on her silky brunette curls tightened as she sucked more and more of his cockshaft into her mouth. She massaged his balls with her fingers, alternating between firm squeezes and feathery caresses.
"Keep sucking it, slut!" Foster rasped. "This is what your mouth was made for, bitch! Use it! Oh, yeah, that's good. You cock-sucking slut, do your number!"
Ginger swooned as his harsh words struck her as strangely erotic. It was a new experience for her and her reaction to it surprised her. Maybe she really was everything he called her. Maybe she deserved the names he spat at her as she serviced his rock-hard prick with her mouth. After all, here she was, fresh from her honeymoon and already sucking another man's cock.
Suddenly, she moved her hands up from his balls and closed her fingers tightly around the thick base of his cockshaft. She squeezed the thick root as she sucked hard on his prickhead. Spasms raced through her cunt as the veins bulged across his cockshaft.
"Eat it!" he roared. "Eat my cock, bitch! You cock-crazy slut, give me the eat-job of your life! Show me your real talents!"
Ginger's head was spinning. His throbbing prick and hot, lusty words had her crazy with lust and desire. She brought her drooling mouth to the spongy head of his cock and nibbled away at the sensitive flesh. She used her teeth to gently scrape the delicate skin, causing his prick to leap that much more.
"Yeeaaahhhh! That's it, bitch!" he groaned as he humped his cock hard into her mouth. "Suck it! Suck it, slut!"
She sucked deeply just as he plunged all of his cock into her mouth. She trembled and almost gagged as his prick drilled into her throat. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but his strong hands made that impossible. He continued to brutally feed her his prick, forcing more and more of it into her stuffed mouth.
"You can take it, bitch!" he hissed with a throaty chuckle. "You're too good a cocksucker to get shy on me now! Stop bull-shitting and suck all of it down. Don't con me. You've sucked bigger pricks than mine."
He squirmed violently and continued to hump his prick deeper into her mouth. Finally he managed to cram every inch of his cock between her lips. His bushy cockhair tickled her nose and his balls cushioned her chin as her mouth sleeved every bit of his hot cockshaft.
"Now, that's pretty," he said with a leer. "This is your dream, bitch! Having a stiff prick shoved all the way into your mouth! Besides, you can't talk with a cock plugging your mouth, and this is just the way I like my women. I don't have to listen to any whining bull-shit."
His gruff, brutal words sparked something deep inside her and, although Ginger didn't try to understand it, it felt too good. Her pussy was churning with excitement, her juices boiling and rumbling. She felt her pussylips quiver as they dampened with her nectar. Her clit throbbed into horny life and her big nipples stiffened and tingled.
She flattened her tongue along the underside of his prick and managed to control her gag reflex. Groans and soft whimpers escaped her throat as the hot slab of cockmeat clogged her mouth. Wild pleasures seared her body and caused her pussy to pulse with intense delight and horny need.
Gradually, he pulled her head back, slowly until her trembling lips were once again clamped around only his swollen cockhead. Automatically, she gobbled up more of his cock, leaving her lips securely locked around the middle of his prickshaft. Then, acting on her own, Ginger greased his prick with her saliva as she sucked every inch of his shaft into her mouth. When her nose hit the matted cluster of cockhair she grinned lewdly. "Proud of yourself, baby?" he said sarcastically, once again grabbing her long hair and jerking. "Don't get smug."
Ginger gulped as the bulbous cockhead nudged her throat. Holding his cockshaft in her clutching fist, she inched his cockhead even deeper into her throat. A gag came from her mouth and a shuddering spasm ripped through her pussy. Using that reaction as a signal, she jerked back slightly and allowed her lips to graze back across his cockshaft until only his ballooned prick knob remained inside her hot mouth.
Then, without warning, he suddenly plunged his cock all the way back into her mouth, filling the cavity completely. He quickly worked up the pace of his mouth-fucking strokes into a frenzy as Ginger's nostrils flared and she breathed hard through her nose. She gagged each time her nose hit against his groin and his cockhead struck her throat.
"Take it, you little whore!" Foster roared, driving his prick in and out of her mouth. "Getting your face fucked is exactly what you want and need!"
He twisted his hips as he speared his prick into her lips. Ginger gasped as her mouth continued to be a perfect receptacle for his drilling cock. Intense friction built up and sizzled her lips. The lusty flames spread all the way to her pulsing cunt and she swooned.
There was no denying her feelings. She was in heaven! Bolts of pleasure rocked her nerves and Ginger couldn't believe how wonderful it felt getting her mouth plowed so brutally by this rampaging prick. She gnawed on his pounding prick, savoring the feeling of having it buried deep in her throat. Her cunt contracted and hot buttery syrup flowed from her pussyhole, saturating her inner thighs.
Gurgling on his cock, she bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, molding her mouth around his pistoning cock. She used her teeth to occasionally gnaw across the tender cockflesh as her head bobbed. She whipped the sensitive underside of his prickshaft with her tongue between fierce bouts of sucking.
"You're improving now, slut!" Foster bellowed, jerking on her hair. "I know you're anxious to drink my come, but I'll decide when you get it, bitch! Just remember that and keep doing your job!"
Ginger moaned deep in her cock-stuffed throat. Her lips clung to his cockshaft as her mouth flew up and down the entire length of his veiny prick. She rolled and humped her ass on the chair, imagining another cock was stabbing her pussy even as she took Foster's prick inside her mouth. The lewd thought spurted additional lust over her body and scorched her pussy passage. Her cunt walls flexed and spasmed as she chewed on his pounding cockmeat.
The blistering fuck-strokes of his cock in and out of her mouth became harder and harder. Ginger feared that the power of his strokes would soon knock her out of the chair, but she gripped his cock with her lips and kept pace with the wild face-fucking.
She continued to suck ravenously on his pumping prick, feasting on the cockshaft and savoring the delightful pleasures that engulfed her pussy. She enjoyed eating cock, but never like this! This was different. His abusive talk and the fierce face-pounding he was giving her somehow intensified her lust and made her desire bubble. This was what she had always wanted! Secretly, she had longed to be mastered by a powerful, assertive man who wouldn't take any shit from her. She needed this domination. She needed to be abused for cheating on Walt.
She knew Foster wouldn't give her any warning when he was going to blast his come down her throat and even that knowledge excited her. Still, she sensed his climax was near. His balls tightened in her hands and his cock was jerking and throbbing violently. She couldn't imagine any man taking much more of this wild face-fucking without blowing his come. He had to cream her throat at any moment.
She sucked hard and chewed faster, massaging his cock with her tongue, enticing his come. She felt each jab of his cock and each throb of his cockshaft as he hammered it relentlessly in and out of her mouth. She squeezed his balls, then snaked a single finger along his asscrack.
She felt his body tremble and momentarily stiffen as her finger found his tight, puckered ass. She teasingly probed the private hole with her fingertip just as the first thick glob of come squirted into her throat. She gulped and the first lumpy rope of jism slid down her throat. She clamped her lips firmly around the root of his prick and sucked, urging more of his jizz into her mouth.
The next wad of spraying spunk splashed over her tongue and filled her mouth, almost choking her. She sucked mightily, gulping down the thick, foamy cream just in time to accept more come. The white, pulpy jizz filled her mouth in spasms. Wave after wave drenched her mouth and flooded her throat.
"Suck it, Ginger!" Foster rasped. "Suck it out of my balls! Drink down every drop! Drink my fucking come!"
His entire body shook as he continued to drill his spitting prick in and out of her mouth. He lashed at her mouth, driving his cock into her throat and showering more and more spunk down her throat.
Ginger swooned. With her head spinning and her cunt pulsing, she feasted on his spurting cock. Come flooded her mouth and she gulped it down hungrily. More come followed and she swallowed. Gurgling sounds came from her cock-filled mouth as she forced her stiffened finger into his tight, gripping ass.
He rasped a short shriek and bucked his ass fiercely, ramming his cock hard into her mouth. He momentarily squirmed his hips, rotating his ass down on her penetrating finger as his cock emptied into her mouth.
"Full of tricks, aren't you, slut?" he hissed, shuddering and driving his cock deep into her mouth. "Just keep drinking my come, bitch. I want you to drink every drop!"
Ginger groaned. That's exactly what she wanted, too. She sucked, her cheeks drawing tight. Thick lumps of come filled her mouth and squirted down her throat. She loved it! God, he was blasting a load!
Finally, he relaxed his grip on her hair and she felt his body slump against her face. His asshole even loosened around her finger as the starch left his body. A slow trickle of come still oozed from his pisser and she gluttonously licked it up with her swabbing tongue.
Exquisite heat warmed her pussy as she drank down all of his come. Lust smoldered in the pit of her cunt and Ginger hoped her boss was totally drained and exhausted. What she needed now was a hard-driving prick inside her spasming pussy.
The salty-sweet taste of his spunk lingered on her tongue and the walls of her mouth as she kept her lips secured to his reddish, deflating cockhead. She slipped her finger from his flexing asshole and cupped his drained balls lovingly in her warm hands. As she tenderly massaged his balls, she tickled his piss-slit with her tonguetip, making Foster squirm and grunt.
It was amazing how tender and sensitive a man's prick was just after coming. It was one of the little delights that thrilled Ginger. A cock could be so brutal and abrasive when it was pounding in and out of a pussy or a mouth or shitter. Then, just after belching a load of punk, it became harmless, delicate and vulnerable. She wondered if she had the talent to cozy this sleeping monster back into a raging giant and rampaging bully. The thought challenged her as she answered the demands of lust making her pussy churn and quiver.
She ignored his grunts and groans as she gently lashed her tongue across his cockhead. She flicked her tongue-tip through his pisser, toying with the tender hole as she soothingly caressed his balls.
"No more," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm drained. You got it all, darling. Every fucking drop."
She shook her head without removing her lips from his cockhead. She wondered if he would force her mouth off his cock. She knew he would have to, because she was determined to get some satisfaction for her burning, convulsing pussy.
The pussy-licking he had given her, nice as it had been, now seemed only to have teased her into a severe state of arousal. Every fiber pulsed in horny need. Her wet, hot pussy spasmed and her nipples were standing stiff like twin darts. Her clit was twitching, begging for pleasure.
"Goddamn, you really are a hot-blooded, cock-crazy slut, aren't you?" Foster said with a small chuckle. "I think I've created a prick happy freak. Shit, your husband should thank me."
The mention of her husband made her falter briefly, but she had no trouble sweeping images of Walt from her mind. The lust consuming her was too great. She knew she would deal with any guilt feelings later. Now, what she needed was a cock in her pussy, fucking her to a pent-up orgasm that would finally free her from this torture of unanswered passion.
She worked her wet lips and slippery tongue over his cockhead in a feverish, desperate urgency. She licked and nibbled, occasionally using her teeth to coax his resting prick into renewed life. As the seconds passed, her actions became more desperate and determined.
Then, her fears were confirmed. Foster tugged on her hair and forced her lips to pop off his spent cock.
"This is great, darling," he said with a throaty giggle. "But, like the show people say, always leave 'em wanting more."
She slumped back on the chair and sighed. She was about to speak when a light knocking sounded on the office door.
"If you two are finished with lunch, I have some messages for you, boss," Sally said through the closed door.
Ginger gasped and bolted from the chair as she heard Sally and Maggie giggling just outside the office. She glanced at Foster and saw his smirk.
"Well, that's show biz," he said with a shrug.
CHAPTER THREE
The hardest thing Ginger had to do was face the two smirking secretaries. The embarrassment she felt was almost unbearable until she loosened up and chuckled with them about her adventure behind Mr. Foster's locked office door.
As the afternoon progressed, Ginger learned that both Sally and Maggie had experienced similar sessions in the private office with Foster.
"I guess you've now been officially initiated into the club," Maggie said.
"Yeah, we were wondering when Chuck Foster would break you in," Sally added with a wink. "He's turned-on by big tits and you certainly fill that requirement, honey."
"Strange that he waited until I got married to do anything," Ginger said, still reluctant to discuss openly exactly what had happened in the private office.
"Forget it," Maggie said. "Who knows what he's thinking about. Maybe you reminded him of his daughter. Now that you're married, he sees you as Walt's wife and that's good enough for him."
"Shit, he sees your big tits and he just couldn't help himself any longer," Sally explained, then giggled. "Between Maggie and me, we've kept him busy. He's just looking around for something new. And, honey, that's you."
Ginger didn't respond. She wasn't sure of anything any more except that her pussy was twitching and wet and that Chuck Foster had caused it. She secretly hoped he would do something about that after work. But he left early, practically ignoring Ginger and not at all acknowledging what had happened between them earlier.
A week went by without Foster ushering her into his private office again. It was business as usual and Ginger was more confused than ever. At home with Walt, she was the one who initiated their fucking. But the hornier she was, the colder Walt seemed. Frequently, she found herself still horny and hot only a few hours after they fucked.
For Ginger, she was almost to the point of confronting her boss and boldly seducing him. At least, she reasoned, Chuck Foster could calm the itch in her pussy during the work day. She started wearing sexier clothes to work in hopes of catching his attention and lust. But it didn't entice him so she vowed to make a move on him at the next opportunity.
Then on Friday afternoon, after another frustrating day of not being able to corner Mr. Foster, she went home to discover Walt's younger brother, Brian, visiting for the weekend. She was delighted to see the boy. He was a good-looking kid, funny and charming, and Ginger always enjoyed his company. She didn't even mind when Walt phoned to tell her he would be late and to have dinner without him.
Through the meal, Brian made her laugh as he told her about his latest girlfriend and their sexual misadventures. She knew he was exaggerating when he told her about them breaking a waterbed and flooding a cheap motel room while fucking.
"It's all true, Ginger!" he insisted as she chuckled. "We would've drowned if I hadn't come so damn fast."
After dinner, she excused herself to take a shower while Brian settled in the den to watch television. She joined him a few minutes later wearing a robe modestly covering her clean, naked body. They sat together on the sofa, well apart and innocently. But after several minutes, Ginger found herself stealing subtle glances at the boy.
Instinctively, she pulled her robe more tightly around her tits as she glanced at the promising lump pressing against the fly of his jeans. An involuntary spasm raced through her cunt as she realized how young and sweet he looked. She felt close to him, and she soon discovered that she couldn't ignore the sensual stirrings teasing her body as she imagined the young man naked.
The lewd, exciting image of Brian's lips on her stiff nipples blazed through her mind and Ginger squirmed slightly on the sofa. She had to choke off a soft moan in her throat as the wild image lingered. She trembled as she imagined his long, lean body covering her own, his fingers exploring the lush curves of her silky flesh.
Suddenly, Ginger felt confused and bewildered. What a slut I'm becoming, she thought. He's my brother-in-law! I must be sick!
She made herself glare at the television screen and tried to force the lewd images from her mind. Instead, she squeezed her thighs together as her wet pussy convulsed and her clit throbbed in arousal. This was crazy, she warned herself.
She glanced toward him and was stunned to catch him gazing openly at the provocative swelling of her big tits through her robe. Their eyes met and he cracked a weak smile as she nervously blinked.
"I ever tell you how lucky my brother is?" he said, his tone husky. "I know that if you were my wife, you wouldn't be eating your dinner alone."
She tried to return his smile but her eyes dropped to his crotch again. It was like her attention was drawn magnetically to that bulge. His jeans were stretched tight and the way he was sitting emphasized his cock bulge.
"I think I better go to bed," Ginger whispered, a hot blush rising over her face as her heart began to pound.
"Sounds like a great idea," he said huskily as he moved closer to her.
She made a move to stand, but Brian grabbed her arm and pulled her back down on the sofa.
"Oh, Ginger, I can't stand it any longer," he whispered. "I've seen the way you keep looking toward my cock. You want it bad. You need a good fucking."
"Brian! What are you saying?" she hissed. "Are you crazy?"
He grinned. "You need me, Ginger. Admit it. And I sure as hell need to fuck you. You look so damn sexy. I can't wait to grab your big tits and-"
"Stop it, Brian," she said in a weak whisper. "You're my husband's brother! We can't do this!"
Her words sounded hollow to her ears as her body teemed with raw passion. Lust swept through her and Ginger realized this was how she felt that day in Mr. Foster's office. Her mind kept telling her not to go through with it but her body demanded that her needs be satisfied.
She tingled all over and her legs and arms went limp when Brian slowly untied her robe. He ran his hand over her flat belly and Ginger moaned a throaty groan. He pulled her to him and greedily explored her full, lush tits. He kissed her lightly, then harder, and she found herself melting against him.
When they broke the kiss, she realized his fly was open and his cock was out. It was big and veiny with a bulbous knob. Her eyes riveted on the prick as she whimpered and made a feeble attempt to pull away.
"Don't fight the urge, Ginger," he whispered. "Do what you want to do. Don't pass up any pleasure."
"Yes," she sighed, closing her fingers firmly around his fat cockshaft. "Oh, yes."
She began pumping his cock as he eased his hands beneath her robe. They were both breathing hard and panting as his fingers explored the satiny warmth of her naked flesh and she stroked his rigid prick.
"Maybe we should go into the bedroom," she suggested in a throaty whisper.
"This is better," he said with a curt shake of his head as he pushed her back against the sofa and hovered over her.
Ginger's mind whirled and strange excitement gushed over her. That her brother-in-law was doing this to her in her own house only added to the wanton excitement she felt. This stirring adventure tingled her nerves and left her trembling with arousal. It was daring and wild. At any moment, Walt could stroll in and catch them. The risk and the danger whipped her senses into an alert frenzy that she had never before experienced.
Suddenly Brian kissed her passionately and lay on top of her. He moved his cock between her thighs and the heat of it on her skin took her breath away.
She managed to spread her legs. He pushed her robe apart, separating the folds and revealing her lush nudity in an almost surgical way. He dipped his face down and sucked one of her big tits into his mouth and kneaded the other one until she cried out.
"Oh, Brian!" she rasped. "Oh, Brian, I really do want you! I need this kind of loving attention. Oh, baby, this is so good!"
He moaned softly, nibbling her stiff nipple with his lips until finally lowering his face downward. He circled his tongue-tip across her flat belly, toying with her navel and teasing her with delightful caresses of his tongue. Finally, he began to nuzzle her pussy with his lips and tongue, gently locating her throbbing clit. He licked the sensitive bud, wetting it down with his saliva, making her pant and writhe under him.
"Oooohhhhh, Brian!" she squealed, stroking and caressing his hair as he ate her pussy.
She felt dizzy and hot and he licked her in a way that made her forget her husband and all the dangers of what was happening. This was too good! The sensations sweeping through her were too much to allow any thoughts other than total concentration of the enjoyment engulfing her.
He held her ass and brought her cunt up to his mouth. She jumped when he shoved a finger into her asshole. She squealed in ecstasy at the sheer pleasure that immediately rang her nerves. Meanwhile, his active tongue laced across her shuddering clit, whipping her desire into a smoldering flame of raw passion.
She shivered as an orgasm threatened to erupt inside her quaking cunt channel. At that very moment, he lifted his head and grinned up at her. His lips were glazed with her shiny cunt cream and she thrilled at the way he calmly and leisurely licked the glistening dew away.
"My brother should be shot for leaving you so hot and horny," Brian said. "Your pussy is begging for a cock."
"Fuck me, Brian," she pleaded breathlessly. "Just slam your prick into my cunt , baby. I need it now!"
"Don't worry, Ginger," he said. "I'll give you a great fucking. But first, I think you should get a good taste of my prick. I bet you know just how nice to treat my prick before I put him to work in your pussy."
He climbed around and sat down next to her, shoving his cock in her face. Excitement leaped inside her as Ginger stared down at the massive, swollen fuck-knob. She loved the way the cock jumped and throbbed under her gaze. She could smell the aroma of his maleness and suddenly it didn't matter that he was her brother-in-law or that he was so much younger than she was. She wanted to suck his prick and lube it for the fucking he had promised to give her.
Brian caressed her face and chuckled softly. "You can't wait to taste my cock," he said. "We both know it."
He moved his prick toward her mouth until the taut-skinned fuck-knob touched her lips. Ginger automatically opened her jaws wide. She didn't want to appear too eager, but she couldn't help accepting his prick quickly. She worked her tongue wildly over his piss-slit, pleasing him instantly.
The boy stroked her face gently and caressed her long hair while murmuring sweet words. He sounded gentle and loving and passionate. His sincere expressions warmed Ginger and she redoubled her attention on his fuck-knob.
She sliced her tongue-tip through his pee-hole while wrapping her fingers around the sturdy base of his cockshaft. When he began to fondle her tits, she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She panted as he started pinching her stiff nipples and she gluttonously feasted on his prick knob.
A few seconds later, he playfully pulled his cock out of her mouth, making her whimper with disappointment. He flashed a lewd grin and winked.
"You really love it, don't you?" he said. "I knew you would. You just have the look of one hot, horny lady."
"Let's get on with it, Brian," she pleaded. "Walt could come home any minute."
"You worry too much," he said with a lazy grin while rolling her nipples between his fingertips.
Before she realized what was happening, he slipped an arm around her waist and effortlessly guided her up to his lap. She turned as he lifted her, facing him as she straddled his crotch. In the next instant, she tried to sit on his cock, but he stopped her. Instead, he teased her by moving his prick up and down her juicy cunt slit. She raised her ass and tried to capture it in her cunt , but he again blocked her move. He repeated the delightful torture, just rubbing his cockhead through the sizzling membranes of her cunt lips and squeezing his hands into her asscheeks.
He kept her poised just above his straining prick, never letting her sink down and impale herself on his fat cockmeat. Then, when Ginger thought she would lose her mind with lust, he thrust his prick into the heat of her pussy. She wrapped her arms around him and felt his cock slide deep into her cunt hole.
"Oooohhhh, Brian!" she cooed. "You're inside me!"
"Relax," he said. "Keep moving around like that and I'll blast my come too fast."
"I can't help it, darling," she whispered. "It feels so good! My pussy is jumping like crazy.
God, I think I'm about to come!"
"You've got plenty of come saved up," he said. "Let yourself go and enjoy it. Just don't get carried away. I want to make this last."
He eased his hands up her back and pressed her chest against his. She loved the way he jerked his ass and thrust his prick even deeper into her cunt hole. She felt herself relax as all of her weight slumped down on his prick. Her pussywalls quivered and spasmed as they gripped around his imbedded cockmeat. In the next second, she came.
The thunderous climax rocked her senses and Ginger screamed out a throaty wail. Her entire body trembled as her cunt syrup gushed out over his imprisoned cock and soaked his balls and upper thighs.
Then, answering the demands of her lust-filled body, she started bouncing up and down on his rigid cock. She gripped his shoulders and dug her fingers into the strong muscles as she bounded up and down, sliding her pussy up and down his bloated cockshaft.
The friction ignited more passion inside her pussy and all over her body as yet another orgasm welled inside her. Her pussy snapped around his prick and she noticed how his face twisted in the agony-pleasure of impending climax.
"Damn, you are a wild woman!" he breathed. "No wonder my brother fell so hard for you."
"Oh, Brian," she moaned, turning her face away while instinctively continuing to bounce up and down on his cock. "Don't talk about Walt. I already feel like a slut. Don't make it worse."
He cupped her chin and forced her to gaze back into his eyes. "You have nothing to feel bad about, Ginger," he said. "What we are doing is beautiful. It has nothing to do with anyone else in the world. All that matters is that we are making each other feel good and feel some love. Nothing else is important."
She wanted to believe his words. She wanted to savor nothing but the glorious sensation sparking throughout her body as he humped his big prick up into her hungry gash. Her pussywalls were spasming again and her sticky juices were once again coating his pistoning cock.
"Your pleasure counts for something, doesn't it?" Brian said, his soft voice soothing her tightly coiled nerves. "You're entitled to some passion and some pleasure. You're a lovely, young woman, full of life and desire. It's a crime to let that go unsatisfied."
What he said made sense to her. She clamped her thighs around him as he pumped his cock up into her pussy. He plunged in and pulled out more slowly, dragging his cockshaft over her clit and making Ginger cry out as the passion blazed through her.
"Such a sweet, hot pussy," Brian cooed, never missing a stroke as he humped his cock into her pussy. "So fucking wet and hot and hungry for fuckmeat."
"Aaahhh, ooohhhh!" she babbled as his cockhead pierced into her womb. "Yes, yes, yyyeeesss! Keep doing it deep like that!"
Her engorged cut scraped across his pumping fuckmeat, causing her pussy to vibrate with special ecstasy. Another orgasm ripped through her pussy and Ginger cried out.
"Oh, God, yes!" she bellowed. "I love it so much! Keep fucking me, Brian. I don't care about anything except your cock fucking my pussy!"
"That's the spirit," he said, smiling just before he sucked one of her nipples between his lips.
She squirmed as she dropped her weight back down hard on his prick. Grinding her hips and ass over his crotch, she allowed her spasming pussy to feast on his fuckmeat as he chewed on her tit. She wrapped her arms around his head and pressed his face tightly against her tits, savoring the wonderful sucking and nibbling of his lips.
When he bit down on her nipple, she shrieked a guttural cry of naked lust. The unexpected pain sizzled her nerves. He slammed into her cunt , making his cockhair brush her clit. Every nerve-ending in her body vibrated and pulsed.
His throbbing prick filled her pussy cavity to the limit and Ginger squealed in delight. The sofa squeaked beneath them but Ginger didn't notice. The teenaged stud was driving her to new levels of passion and she couldn't think about anything else.
He slowly dug his fingers into her assflesh and kneaded the firm, satiny skin. When he touched her asshole, she screamed and came again.
"Like a magic button," he said, leering into her face. "That really set you off!"
Ginger tossed her head from side to side and he plunged his hips in a frenzy. He covered her lips with his and thrust his entire cockpole into her cunt .
He mashed her tits with his chest and the coolness of his shirt felt good on her naked, hot flesh. Her saliva-coated nipples tingled as they rubbed the soft material of his shirt, adding to the other sensations dominating her senses.
She screamed again and lurched convulsively as her pussy milked her brother-in-law's prick. She could feel his come boiling up in his balls as she squirmed her ass over them, savoring the touch of the hairy, bloated bag.
Impulsively, she moved a hand down and managed to grab hold of his balls. She held them firmly, almost possessively as he started to come. He dug his teeth into her neck and growled softly as his cock twitched inside her spasming cunt .
She gasped as the first of his spunk rammed into her womb. His cock was jammed so far up inside her cunt chamber that she feared momentarily that his explosion would split her in two. But the heat of his jism soothed her instantly and she moaned throatily as her cunt hungrily drank his come.
"Oh, fuck, Ginger," he groaned as his body slumped.
They clung together long after his balls were drained. He left his cock inside her and it still felt hard to Ginger as she occasionally flexed her cunt walls and cunt lips around the hot slab of youthful fuckmeat.
"Oh, Brian," she sighed as they held each other in their intimate embrace. "That was wonderful."
He smiled. "I knew you'd like it," he said. "Any regrets?"
"What do you think?" she teased, winking.
They laughed and she swung her legs around, climbing off his lap as gracefully as possible. Ginger hated having to free the boy's cock from her pussy but she realized it was foolish to keep pushing their luck. Walt could get home at any time. There was no sense in daring fate any more than necessary.
Their eyes met and Ginger had to fight the impulse to rush back into his arms. The handsome young man made quite an alluring image as he sat on the sofa, his cock still semi-hard and seemingly enticing her to close her moist lips around it.
Then, suddenly, the sound of a car moving into the driveway propelled both of them into action. Ginger raced from the den just as Brian stuffed his cock back into his jeans and zipped the fly. Ginger dashed to the bathroom and nervously stepped into the shower just as she heard the backdoor open.
As the shower spray cascaded over her body, she smiled. The close call and the lusty adventure had exhilarated her. Married life, she concluded, was becoming fun all over again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Any hopes Ginger had that Walt would show her any affection once he finally came to bed were soon dashed. After visiting with Brian until well past midnight, Walt stripped and crawled between the bedcovers and was lightly snoring within five minutes. Ginger spent the night tossing and turning. She wasn't particularly horny since Brian had cooled her off considerably, but she still hoped her husband would at least embrace her or kiss her. He did neither.
In the morning, she awoke to find that Walt had already left for work. Working Saturdays was becoming a routine thing for Walt. Ginger managed to suppress her resentment as she busied herself with some cleaning chores.
After finishing some toast and coffee, Ginger dusted and polished the furniture, then made out a shopping list. She put off vacuuming because Brian was still asleep in the guest room. She allowed her mind to wander over the lewd events of last night and she felt a pleasant glow warm her pussy. She sighed and realized such thoughts no longer brought guilt. If his work was more important for her husband than she was, she decided that satisfying her passion was the most important thing for her.
Eventually, Ginger grew restless and, at first, she wasn't sure why. Then, she had to admit that she was waiting for Brian to wake up. She wanted her brother-in-law to fuck her again. The fact startled her. She couldn't decide if she wanted to use Brian to strike back at Walt, or if she truly lusted after the teenager's cock.
When she heard the shower water running, Ginger decided it didn't matter. She knew that for whatever reasons, she was going to join her young brother-in-law for his morning bath.
Her heart thumped as she stepped toward the bathroom. God, I'm really throwing myself at this young stud, she told herself as she hastily stripped and entered the steamy bathroom. She glimpsed at Brian's form through the shower door and her excitement mounted. She couldn't believe she was doing this.
When she opened the shower door, Brian was waiting for her with a broad grin. He didn't seem at all shocked to see this horny young wife joining him in the shower.
Ginger glanced at his body, taking in the full view with relish. Last night she had only seen his prick. Now she feasted on the sight of his young, strong body and the erotic way the shower spray washed the soapy foam off his tanned flesh.
"You were reading my mind," he said. "I was hoping you'd need my help getting you squeaky clean."
Ginger didn't trust herself to speak. Instead she stepped under the shower water and immediately trembled slightly as her leg brushed against his. She watched him as he took the soap and tenderly rubbed it over her big tits.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly as he lathered her nipples and boobs.
He kept his eyes on her face, smiling as he used the soap to massage her tits and increase the excitement racing through her body. She giggled when he moved the soap from her tits to her pussy. He knelt down and rubbed the soap back and forth between her legs. She stood with her feet apart and watched his face as he lathered up her bushy cunt .
"Wanna guess why I want your cunt super clean?" he said with a leer.
Shudders rocked her body and her knees almost buckled. "I hope I'm still reading your mind," she whispered.
He chuckled and finished covering her cunt with soap suds. Then he stood and took her into his strong arms. They kissed under the hot shower water and he wedged a knee between her legs. His tongue darted into her mouth and she moaned as she sucked on it.
She felt his hands roaming over her back and ass until he eased a hand around in front of her and reached for her pussy. He thrust a finger into her cunt hole and wiggled it around as they continued to kiss deeply.
Ginger clung to him as he slowly fingerfucked her cunt hole. She gasped as she finally broke off their passionate kiss. Her body was quickly on fire as arousal engulfed her.
"I'm a real slut," she said breathlessly.
"Never met one I didn't love," he retorted.
"Smartass!" she snapped, smacking his ass with her palm.
"Careful, lady. You'll really turn me on," he quipped.
She giggled. "You're impossible."
"I'm more than that. I'm ready for breakfast.
Let's get out of here."
They quickly rinsed off and stepped from the shower. They dried each other, gently stroking soft towels over each other's body.
"I'm glad you aren't tired of this older lady," Ginger said as he gently rubbed a towel over her cunt .
"I'd have to be dead to be tired of you," he said.
They moved to the bedroom. Ginger's cunt throbbed with excitement as she crawled onto the bed and held out her arms to her young lover. Without a word, Brian moved between her wide-spread thighs and pressed his face over her belly. He kissed her belly button, then licked the tips of her stiff nipples.
Ginger stroked his hair and moaned as he sucked her tits into his mouth. She squirmed and reached between their bodies for his balls.
"Let me touch your prick and balls," she pleaded softly.
He accommodated her by raising himself and letting her capture his cock in her fist. The slab of fuckmeat jerked in her hand as she stroked it. The lively prick made her cunt spasm as it danced in her hand.
His tongue lashed across her nipples as he moved his mouth from one tit to the other. He nibbled away on the sensitive tit-tips, then sucked as much of her tit-mounds between his lips as possible. When he bit down on one of her tits, Ginger automatically squeezed his cockshaft in a sturdy grip.
She closed her eyes and savored the sensation that raged all over her. The heat radiated from his stiff prick and the pulsing cockmeat matched the quivers that vibrated her clit. Ginger moaned as her arousal overflowed.
"I want you, Brian," she cooed. "I want your cock deep inside my hot pussy. I want you to fuck me and make me come. I need it so badly."
A groan escaped his throat as his lips nibbled away on her tits. Suddenly he ducked down and immediately pressed his face against her pussy. His nose rubbed through her bushy cunt mound as he eagerly licked his tongue up and down her slimy slit. At the same time, Ginger had to surrender her grip on his prick as he moved out of her reach.
Ginger didn't mind. The work his mouth and tongue was doing on her pussy far surpassed the great feeling of his rigid prick filling her hand. She began to moan, then to growl in animal-like lust as he flicked his tongue over the membranes of her cunt hole. The caressing licks reached her clit and brought her to an almost unbearable level of arousal.
She couldn't remain still. She writhed around and clamped her thighs around his face, pinning his mouth to the syrupy socket of her cunt hole.
"Yes, Brian, yes!" she sighed. "Suck me, baby. Suck my pussy! Don't stop licking and sucking my cunt!"
He licked and nipped at her clit, then drove his tongue straight into her churning cunt hole. Her sizzling pussy spasmed and sucked in his plunging tongue. Her cunt walls flexed around his tongue and she screamed out passionately.
She had never dreamed that a young stud would be such a great cunt sucker. Any girl would be lucky to have Brian as a boyfriend. The thought flickered through her mind that she had married the wrong brother. Then, she almost giggled out loud. Regardless of what was happening, she knew there couldn't be any future to this wanton love affair. Brian was only a kid. Within a few days he would be fucking some teenaged cheerleader and Ginger would be hoping Walt would rediscover her.
As his tireless tongue brought her to the brink of a violent orgasm, Ginger began to hump her ass up and down on the bed while squeezing her thighs around the boy's head. She couldn't think about anything now except the pleasure the young stud was giving her. The future would have to take care of itself. Right now, Ginger was going to enjoy the sensations and pleasures while she could.
Brian's tongue plugged her pussy, pistoning in and out of her seething cunt hole. Her hot pussy nectar drenched his tongue and lips and chin, but he gamely continued to fuck her pussy with his tongue.
Finally, Ginger couldn't take any more. She wanted the boy's cock and she wanted it desperately. His fat prick was the only thing that would now cool the fire flaming inside her juicy cunt channel.
"Fuck me, Brian!" she hissed. "I've got to have your cock inside me! Please, don't make me wait any longer!"
Her thighs flopped open, freeing his head and welcoming him to fuck her. Her tits heaved up and down as her labored breath rasped through her throat. Her fists clawed at the bedcovers and she squirmed her ass hard against the mattress. She growled in guttural pleasure as he raised his cream-smeared face and moved on top of her.
In the next instant, Ginger wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her legs around his waist. Without hesitation, he plowed his prick directly into her convulsing pussy. In one smooth stroke, his cock filled her fuck-tunnel and Ginger cried out gleefully.
"Oooohhhh, yyeesss!" she wailed, humping her ass up as her pussy opened up for his driving prick. "Fuck me, baby!" His hard cock hit bottom and his balls slapped against her upturned ass. He grunted, then froze, leaving his prick stuffed all the way into her pussy. He grinned down on her as she wiggled and squirmed frantically.
"Don't stop now!" she implored. "Fuck me, honey! Slam your wonderful prick in and out of my pussy! Please, Brian, fuck me hard and fast. I'm about to come!"
"Me too," he rasped. "That's why I'm stalling."
"Don't worry, baby," she cooed breathlessly. "Don't hold it back. Blast away whenever you get the urge. You won't be sorry. I'll make you come more than you thought possible."
"Superwoman," he said with a short chuckle.
"Come on," she said impatiently, humping up against his still prick. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!"
"Sure," he said, letting her see the twinkle in his eyes. "But we'll do it my way this time."
Ginger was shocked as the boy then pulled his cock out of her grasping cunt hole. Before she could react further, he patted her ass and started to turn her over on her stomach.
"What are you doing?" she said, her voice breaking huskily.
"Just relax," he said as he guided her onto her hands and knees. "Get your pretty butt up nice and high. I need a good target for this."
It dawned on Ginger at that moment what the boy had in mind. Fear and excitement mingled inside her as she started to protest. Then, before she could speak, he had her in position, his hands securely squeezing her asscheeks. She felt his hot breath on her ass and she groaned. His tongue touched her fleshy asscheeks and Ginger instinctively wiggled her ass. She gasped with pleasure and surprise when he snaked his tongue into her asscrack.
"Oh, Brian," she sighed. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting you ready for the butt-fucking of your life," he said.
She tensed momentarily then went almost limp. His tongue flicked over her brownie and she howled. Intense sensations played over her nerves and she felt pleasures she had never before enjoyed. It was so strange being introduced to so much wild, horny sex by this teenaged stud.
She felt her clit twitch and throb incredibly as the boy dragged his tongue up and down her ass crease, wetting her down with his saliva. Suddenly, she was anxious for his prick to slice into her asshole. She eagerly anticipated the pain/pleasure of his cock ramming into her shitter. She was so turned on that she no longer worried about being hurt.
He pulled his face away from her ass and quickly planted his engorged cockhead against her puckered asshole. He rubbed his fuck-knob against her little asshole, creating a marvelous heat that radiated throughout her body.
Ginger hissed and snorted as he slowly pressed forward, stuffing his prickhead hard against her unyielding asshole. She gasped as his fuck-knob suddenly popped into her shitter. Then she yelled, the pain and pleasure searing her senses as her asshole stretched to accommodate his swollen cock knob.
After a brief hesitation, Brian pushed forward again and the rest of his cockshaft easily slid all the way into her asshole. There was a moment of intense pain as Ginger feared his big cock would split her in two. Then, hot pleasure took over and she went wild with excitement.
She screamed and pushed her ass back, impaling herself on his stiff prick. She swirled her ass in broad circles as her shitter choked his fuckmeat.
"Give it to me!" she yelled. "Fuck my ass, Brian! Oh, yes! Yes! Yyyeeesss! That's the boy! Rape my asshole, honey!"
The boy didn't need any prompting. Once his cock buried to the hilt inside her brownie, he yanked it back out, leaving only his cockhead lodged inside the tight ring. He plowed his cock back into her asshole, filling her shit-chute.
The tempo of his fucking increased quickly, sending a blistering series of sensations racing up and down her spine. Her pussy churned and convulsed as rapid-fire orgasms jarred her cunt hole. The thin wall separating her asshole and her pussy passage seemed ready to shred as the boy plunged his cock in and out of her ass. But Ginger wasn't worried. The feelings sweeping her were too great!
She matched his fuck-strokes, ramming her ass back at his driving prick. The flesh of her asscheeks spanked his groin, intensifying the ecstasy of the wanton fucking. She pressed her face against the bedcovers and her cries were somewhat muffled as she savored the multiple orgasms jolting her pussy.
Then, Brian grunted, heaved his cock a final time all the way into her shit-chute and dropped his boiling load. His foamy spunk flooded her bowels just as he fell across her back and reached around to grab her tits.
His exploding prick leaped inside her flexing, tight asshole as he frantically kneaded her tits. Ginger gasped and panted as her asshole sucked up the boy's spurting jism.
Finally his weight made them both collapse. Ginger's cries became muffled whimpers as the last of the boy's come seeped from his piss-slit and dripped into her bowels.
Ginger smiled lewdly as she wondered what the rest of the weekend would be like. It was certainly off to quite a bang.
CHAPTER FIVE
To Ginger's dismay, Walt took Brian hunting on Sunday, keeping him away from the house all day. Sunday night, the three of them went to the movies. Early Monday, Brian left just as Walt was going to work. The wild weekend that had began with such interestingly erotic possibilities hadn't materialized. At least, Ginger consoled herself, her young brother-in-law had shown her what a passionate, sensual person she was. He had opened avenues for her that allowed Ginger to experience wanton pleasure she wasn't enjoying with her husband.
Her work week started off in a typical fashion. Chuck Foster was away from the office much of the time, leaving Ginger in the chatty company of Maggie and Sally. The three secretaries staggered their lunch breaks on Monday and Tuesday. Then on Wednesday, with the boss minding the store, the three women went together to a cozy, popular restaurant Maggie had been bragging about.
"The place is always swarming with good-looking guys," she giggled. "Who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky."
"I've heard that before," Sally said.
Ginger was uncomfortable throughout the lunch. It was obvious that Maggie and Sally were mainly interested in picking up men-or at least making arrangements for later. Ginger fidgeted in her seat while her two co-workers scanned the restaurant, hoping to catch the attention of some interested male strangers.
"See those two hunks at the bar?" Sally whispered after the waitress had taken away their plates. "They've been eyeing us since we got here."
"You're dreaming, Sally," Maggie admonished with a chuckle. "They're sizing up our quiet little friend."
Ginger felt herself blush as she followed Sally's gaze. She felt an uncomfortable stirring in her stomach as she met the leering smiles of two men sitting at the bar. One of the men lifted his cocktail glass in a toast.
"What'd I tell you?" Maggie said, nudging Ginger's arm. "That stud is practically undressing you with his eyes."
Sally laughed. "Well, that's the luck I usually have. I'm on the prowl but Ginger just knocks them dead."
"That's crazy," Ginger said, hastily grabbing her drink and pretending to ignore the open glances from the two strangers. "You two are every bit as sexy and pretty as any other woman in this place. Besides, I'm not so sure those two guys are coming on to me."
"Listen, honey," Sally said, leaning forward and displaying her deep cleavage. "When you get to know men as well as I do, you'll understand that they turn-on to the babes who act aloof and a little hard to get. They love the challenge. Besides, you look pure as fresh snow."
"Ain't that the truth," Maggie said with a wink. "Sally and I have been around this track and those dudes can see the miles. Sure, they'd come on to Sally and me if this was last-call time. But, hell, this is early afternoon and those studs are starting at the top."
Ginger tried to dismiss what Sally and Maggie were saying. Still, she felt the eyes of the two men on her and, deep down, she knew much of what her two friends were telling her was true. A familiar feeling of fear mixed with excitement swept through her. The two guys at the bar weren't bad. They appeared to be in their mid-thirties. The taller of the two was balding, but he appeared to be quite muscular beneath his tailor-cut business suit. The shorter man, the one who had toasted her with his drink, was handsome enough to be a movie star. He had the sort of tanned, masculine good looks that, if she dwelled on it, would make her clit twitch and her pussy moisten.
Still, Ginger sat uncomfortably while her two friends chatted. She dared not sneak another glance at the two men. Maggie wanted to order another round of drinks but Ginger was suddenly anxious to leave.
"What's the matter, honey?" Sally said. "Don't trust yourself?"
Ginger managed a weak smile as Maggie chuckled. "I just think I better get back to the office. Mr. Foster has an important meeting this afternoon. We shouldn't be gone too long."
"Don't worry about Chuck," Maggie said with a wave of her hand. "It's Sally's turn to go back to the office first. She'll handle the phones while you and I handle those two beautiful studs."
"Bull-shit!" Sally snapped. "If Ginger doesn't want one of them, I'll take him."
Ginger was about to settle the argument by volunteering to go back to the office when the two men suddenly appeared at their table. She sat stunned as they politely introduced themselves to Maggie and Sally, then turned their full attention on her.
Her heart was pounding wildly as the two men leered directly at her. The tall, balding man extended his hand and smiled.
"My name's George and my friend here is Herbert. We've been admiring you from across the room."
"We noticed," Sally said, giggling.
"We're advertising reps," Herbert said, ignoring Sally and peering straight into Ginger's dark blue eyes. "You're perfect for the ad campaign we're working on."
"You have the look we need for this new line of cosmetics," George said, moving in close. "Excellent cheekbones."
"That's very flattering, but-" Ginger began, clearing her throat nervously.
"Hey, take it easy," Herbert said, smiling warmly. "Here's my card."
He flipped a business card from his coat pocket and flashed it in front of Ginger. "Are you free this afternoon?" George blurted, crowding even closer.
"Sure she is," Maggie chimed in. "We work together and our boss will love knowing one of his secretaries could be a famous cosmetic model."
Ginger's mind was spinning. Everything was happening so fast. She tried to think even as warning bells rang in her ears. Then, she peered up into Herbert's handsome face and sure enough, her clit started to throb. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together and felt her throat become dry. "You don't have anything to lose, Miss," Herbert said. "We can get some test shots in one hour."
"I'm Mrs. Ginger Staley," Ginger said, wondering if that would amazingly alter her perfect cheekbones.
The men shrugged and continued to smile, bearing down on her.
"Go with them, honey," Sally said. "This is an opportunity you can't afford to pass up."
"Yeah, don't be dumb," Maggie said, standing. "Sally and I will get back to the office. We'll cover for you this afternoon. Besides, Chuck will be thrilled about this. Bet your buns he'll find some way to cash in on your fame."
The next thing Ginger knew she was out of the restaurant and walking down the busy city sidewalk between the two strangers. She kept telling herself that the business card flashed in front of her had looked real. Maybe, she convinced herself, this was legit. After all, Walt used to tell her all the time how she was pretty enough to be on TV.
The two men guided her into the lobby of a hotel before Ginger froze.
"What's wrong now, baby?" George asked, his grip tightening on her arm.
"Don't get excited," Herbert said calmly.
"I thought we were going to a studio or an office," Ginger said.
"Angel, we're from out of town," George explained. "We're staying at this place. Our cameras are in the room. Okay?"
Ginger searched his eyes and heard the warning bells once again. She glanced toward Herbert and realized at that moment that she was going with these strangers to their hotel room. She pretended that they intended to photograph her face, but she sensed the men had other plans.
They rode silently in the elevator, then everything was a blur to Ginger as the men hustled her to their room. They wasted no time in pouring drinks into hotel glasses. George shoved a glass at her lips and Ginger sipped the straight booze.
"You know, baby, you really are a terrific beauty," Herbert said, lightly running a hand down her back to her shapely ass. A leer spread his lips. "A real neat package."
"No," she said softly. "Please don't do that."
"Come on, little lady," George said. "You love this action. Don't try to con us. You didn't just fall off the potato truck. You knew the score back in the restaurant."
"Yeah, you played it sweet and innocent all the way," Herbert whispered, squeezing her ass through her skirt. "We're checking out tomorrow, honey. The least you can do is give us a nice present to take home with us."
The two men closed around her and George reached for her tits. Within seconds, they were all over her, and she realized it was too late for second thoughts. There was no turning back now. She was inside their hotel room and she had come here by her own choice. As her mind whirled, her body began to respond to their caresses. The booze was almost making her tipsy and that helped to ease her fear and tension.
A soft moan escaped her throat as the well dressed men continued to fondle her. Pleasant tingles raced over her as she imagined how exciting the prospect was of being fucked by these two handsome studs. Maybe she had wanted this to happen. She wasn't dumb. The tired line of making her a model was laughable and she knew it. She couldn't deny the thrill of two horny men eagerly lusting after her body. And Herbert, she knew, wouldn't be hard to take at all. The dude was a super turn-on.
They steered her over to the bed and sat on either side of her. They began fondling her tits, then started to unbutton her blouse. Her nipples stiffened as her arousal increased. She gasped softly as George fished a hand inside her blouse and touched her bra cup.
"Give me a little help, baby," George rasped. "I'd hate to rip your clothes."
Herbert nodded enthusiastically. "Don't make us get rough," he said. "Be a real shame to bruise such pretty flesh."
Ginger didn't need more warning. She slipped off her high heels and finished unbuttoning her blouse. She unhooked her bra, then unzipped her skirt. She stood and enjoyed the lusty stares of the men as she wiggled her ass and stepped out of her skirt.
"Disappointed yet?" she said, facing the men wearing only her panties and bra.
Her huge tits pressed against the unhooked bra and she had only to shrug her shoulders to make the bra straps fall away and expose her luscious tits. She made the gesture provocatively, putting on a fabulous, sexy show for her attentive audience. She smiled as Herbert whistled and George licked his lips in obvious appreciation.
Ginger's fear had totally evaporated. She was hot and it was no use pretending she didn't want to get fucked by these two hunks. She trembled in anticipation, waiting for the studs to make the next move. She didn't have to wait long.
George leaned forward from his sitting position on the edge of the bed and ran his hands over her smooth, flat belly. Herbert concentrated on her tits, massaging the satiny tit-globes and teasing her stiff nipples with his fingertips.
She panted as the men eased her down onto the bed. She lay back leisurely as Herbert began to suck on her tits. His nibbling lips and swirling tongue made her swoon as her nipples throbbed in response to his expert attention.
At first she didn't notice when George climbed between her legs and began licking the crotch of her panties. No one had done that before and the wild sensations of his active tongue rubbing her wet cunt through the thin material of her panties left her more aroused than ever.
"Oh, yes!" she cried as the two tongues worked on her body. "Yes, yes! That feels wonderful!"
Suddenly, George pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and pried open the hairy lips of her pussy. She accommodated his action by spreading her legs far apart, giving him ready access to her steamy cunt .
Herbert glanced at her, keeping his lips inches from her straining nipples. "I knew you'd like this," he hissed. "I knew you had a hot pussy. You just can't hide that look horny women have. We spotted it the second you walked into that restaurant."
He returned to her tits and tweaked the sensitive nipples, one with his lips and the other with his fingers. At that precise moment, George swirled his tongue over her clit and she humped her ass off the bed.
"Oooohhhh!" she gasped. "That's nice. Oh, God, that feels good!"
"Shit, you wanted to be here as much as we wanted it," George said, his voice muffled by her pussy.
Suddenly, George yanked her panties down. Ginger closed her legs enough to let him pull them off her legs. Then she was totally naked, sprawled on the bed before them, enjoying the glowing glares as their eyes recorded her curvaceous nudity.
Ginger savored the thrill of having two fully dressed men licking and sucking on the most private parts of her naked body. She stroked their heads as they bent over her. It was like a wild fantasy played out in reality. Her lust exploded, and Ginger swooned in utter delight. The men certainly knew their business, she mused to herself.
"Hey, baby, you're having all the fun," George said, pushing off the bed and starting to strip.
It didn't take Herbert long to do likewise and Ginger didn't mind at all. The men were hastily peeling off their clothes and Ginger was eagerly enjoying the show. She sat up on the bed, her dark hair disheveled and her breath coming in soft gasps. Her lipstick was smeared, but she could tell from the hot gazes the men kept giving her that her appearance was inspiring them. She thrilled knowing these two strangers were admiring her nude body and obviously anticipating fucking her with great delight.
She waited for her first glimpse of their pricks. She was like a schoolgirl watching two of the best looking studs in her class strip in front of her. She just knew they would have big cocks and really know how to use them.
Finally the men were naked and Ginger's eyes riveted on the exciting view. Herbert's cock throbbed into a fat, thick hard-on, almost making Ginger swoon. George's prick jutted out straight, thin, lean and long. Her pussy ached as she examined the two cocks. She couldn't wait to have them inside her body, fucking her until she screamed out in utter ecstasy.
She lay her head back on the pillow and moaned. The men slowly climbed onto the bed, obviously savoring what was about to happen. Herbert moved between her thighs and brushed his tongue over her pussy. Sizzling sensations zipped through her.
Ginger just had time to appreciate the lusty tonguing Herbert was giving her pussy when George began to chew softly on her tits. He stroked her belly and her entire body responded as he gluttonously sucked as much of her tit mound into his mouth as possible.
Amid the lust exploding throughout her body, Ginger also felt a wanton feeling of depravity. It was so wild that she would be in this motel room in the middle of a workday afternoon, stretched naked on a bed while two handsome strangers feasted on her body. The passion swelled inside her and Ginger squirmed and panted as the rapture quickly overtook her.
George worked relentlessly on her tits, massaging her nipples with his tongue. He moved around making it possible for her to easily reach out and grasp his prick without disturbing his tit-sucking activity.
She groaned as she squeezed his cock. It actually leaped inside her fist. At the same time, she felt Herbert's tongue slither deep into her pussy passage. She humped her ass as her cunt greedily sucked in his tongue and she squealed softly as pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Fuck me," she whispered, humping faster and more urgently. "Please, fuck me!"
The two men stopped what they were doing and glanced at her. George's cock once again leaped against her fingers and the smiles they flashed said it all. They too were ready to fuck.
Without speaking, the men turned her over onto her hands and knees. Ginger didn't dare protest. She loved the way they took charge and placed her into the position they wanted. She was especially happy when Herbert moved behind her. If she had her pick of which man would fuck her first, she would've wanted it to be Herbert. His movie star good looks and his fat cock excited her tremendously.
She wasn't sure if Herbert was going to fuck her in the ass or pussy but she didn't really care. God, she wanted to feel his prick inside her!
Then, before she could discover which target he had in mind, George positioned himself on his knees in front of her and pressed his cockhead into her mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he rasped. "Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do. Wrap your lips around my prick and give yourself a good, long taste."
Eagerly, she took his cock all the way into her mouth in one slow gulp. She felt his prickknob stuff her throat as she managed to gobble up every inch of his long prickmeat. Without hesitation, Ginger began sucking the cock in a frenzy.
"Hey, that's the spirit," George said. "Herb, you were right about this babe. She is one hot, cock-crazy lady. She's going after my cock like it's her last meal!"
In the next instant, Herbert speared his cock into her pussy. She tried to scream out and almost choked on George's cock. The sudden thrust of Herbert's fat prickmeat into her pussy shocked her nerves. At the same time, a thundering shower of ecstasy drowned her. The incredible surge of pleasure rambled her senses and ignited an abrupt orgasm that caused her to shudder and contort.
Animal-like whimpers sounded from her cock-stuffed mouth as George hammered his prick in and out of her lips while Herbert drilled her pussy from behind. The sensation of being fucked at the same time by two men surpassed her wildest dreams. She felt stuffed with cock and she briefly wondered if fucking would ever feel the same.
She rocked back and forth with abandon as her ecstasy soared. Each forward thrust allowed George to skewer her mouth with his prick, knocking her backward and right into the forward plunge of Herbert's thick cock. The double action from the two cocks pounded her nerves without mercy. Her resulting orgasms were intense and continuous.
Herbert gripped her asscheeks as he pistoned his cock in and out of her syrupy pussy. Her convulsing cunt sucked on his prick while her lips slid up and down on George's prickmeat. She had no trouble creating her own pace to the double fucking. She slammed her ass back and fucked Herbert's prick without interrupting the furious mouth-fucking from George. The bed swayed beneath them but Ginger was much too involved to notice.
"Ready to switch places?" Herbert asked George, neither man missing a single fuck stroke.
"Yeah, but we better hurry," George replied. "She's about to suck the spunk right out of my balls."
"Sounds great," Herbert said as he suddenly yanked his cock out of Ginger's smoldering pussy.
She groaned and whimpered as the men traded positions. Then Ginger growled as she tasted her cunt juices on Herbert's prick. The lewdness of it struck her and Ginger shivered as her excitement swelled. This was the most depraved thing she had ever done-and she loved it!
Her fuck-tunnel, accustomed to Herbert's thick prick, gripped George's thin cock in a slick vise. Her pussy tissues sizzled and a whole new series of pleasures rocked through her. Ginger was in heaven!
Herbert blasted his come first. His cock belched a thick wad of jism against her throat and she swallowed it instinctively. She gulped in self-defense before the spurting load choked her. The hot come flowed down her throat, burning her tonsils and thrilling her as much as the pleasures she received from George's cock sawing in and out of her pussy.
Her lips were still securely clamped around Herbert's jizz-seeping prick when George grunted, lunged forward and dropped his load into her cunt . He collapsed on top of her, panting and groaning as Ginger felt his boiling spunk fill her womb.
They rested in a tangled heap for several minutes. Ginger savored the glorious pleasure of her fading orgasms as her body teemed with the marvelous pulsing of sated desire.
Herbert stirred beside her and began cupping her big tits. She felt his cock begin to uncoil against her leg as he leaned over and gently sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his head and held his face tight against her tits. She moaned happily.
George snickered as he started fingering her pussy. "Now, you can tell the truth, baby," he said. "You aren't really sorry there are no cameras here and no modeling job, are you?"
Ginger didn't have to think as she smiled and shook her head. Getting two cocks to soothe her passions was a much better bargain than any boring business proposition.
She sighed as Herbert flicked his tongue over her stiff nipples. She humped her ass gently, offering her cunt to George's exploring fingers.
She decided she would have to go to lunch with Maggie and Sally more often.
CHAPTER SIX
For the first time in her life, Ginger's pussy was raw and sore when she finally left the hotel and returned home. When she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she was shocked to find that it was almost dark. Panic gripped her as she rushed toward her car and a fast, dangerous drive home.
She arrived just before Walt. She explained that she had worked late and that was the reason dinner wasn't ready. Walt, preoccupied as usual, didn't question her. Instead, he camped in front of the television while Ginger, breathlessly, finished preparing the meal.
They ate in silence. Ginger kept thinking back over the wild afternoon, replaying the lusty images and recalling the exquisite sensations of being fucked by two handsome strangers. It was amazing the wanton adventures she had enjoyed in such a short time. Perhaps she wouldn't even believe it herself if it wasn't for the marvelous ache in her abused cunt . The proof of her wild escapades was right between her legs and, at the moment, Ginger wouldn't have traded all the lusty memories for anything.
Later that night, Ginger lay in bed next to Walt and tried desperately to go to sleep. She had thought sleep would come easy tonight, but she was still too keyed up from the active afternoon. She kept picturing Herbert and George as they turned and twisted her into so many different positions for fucking and sucking that she lost count. She had come so many times and with such intensity that her pussylips had felt sandpaper-dry when she left the two insatiable strangers.
But now, in bed beside her sleeping husband, Ginger felt her puffy pussylips twitch and throb and moisten under the gentle touch of her fingertips. She delicately patted her pussy, thrilling to the familiar heat rising up from the hairy cunt mound.
This is crazy, she told herself. Why am I getting horny again? After all that fucking, why can't I sleep? The questions seared her mind as she tossed and turned while Walt snored softly.
She climbed out of bed and went into the kitchen. She searched the refrigerator, hoping a snack would settle her down and get her mind off sex. Nothing looked appealing to her, so Ginger padded into the den and switched on the TV.
Thirty minutes later, she still couldn't get interested in the twenty-year-old movie flickering on the screen. She sighed as she left the den. She knew the only thing left to do was to masturbate.
As she entered the bathroom and quietly closed the door, she recalled something Sally had told her just before Ginger's wedding. The secretary had warned that once a girl starts getting fucked regularly, she becomes hooked on cock. Sally had promised that Ginger would be horny more and more. That was certainly happening, Ginger admitted as she gazed at herself in the bathroom mirror.
She studied her curvaceous body as she cupped her big tits. They felt heavy and they throbbed as gradual arousal swept over her. She watched the reflection in the mirror as her nipples stiffened.
Goddamn, this is ridiculous, she scolded herself as she lowered her right hand down to her bushy pussy. I'm young, sexy, pretty enough for two handsome strangers to take me to their hotel room and fuck my brains out all afternoon. But, my lucky husband thinks more about his work than about me! I'm standing in the bathroom ready to finger-fuck myself while he sleeps!
She carefully parted her cunt lips with her fingertips and traced them along her juicy pussyslit. She touched her cut and moaned as abrupt sensations sparked through her. Suddenly, all the thoughts vanished and her lust took control. Now her fingers flew over her slippery pussy.
She stroked her clit and caressed her cunt slit. She massaged her swollen cunt al membranes and savored the heat that bathed her fingers. She braced herself against the tiled vanity counter and closed her eyes as she thrust two fingers into her pussyhole.
She used her twin digits like a pistoning cock, jabbing them in and out of her juicy fuck tunnel. She gathered speed and built up a terrific friction that sizzled her senses. Her cunt walls flexed around the plunging fingers as her nectar lubed the digits.
Ginger began to gasp and moan, no longer trying to stifle her passionate cries. It no longer mattered that her husband was sleeping just a few feet away. For all she cared, Walt would forever remain oblivious to her sexual desires and needs. If this was to be the only way she could get relief for her hot pussy while at home, she would no longer hesitate to do it. After all, there were worse things than finger-fucking.
The juices flowed from her cunt channel as she switched hands and stabbed two fresh fingers into her churning pussyhole. The soreness of before was now completely gone. Ecstasy had taken over. She kept her eyes clenched tight and tried to concentrate on the lewd images from the afternoon experience. Instead, her mind produced a picture of Walt, his cock tall and throbbing atop his meaty balls.
She gasped, then squealed as an orgasm rattled her pussy. Startled, but thrilled, she realized it was the image of her husband's prick that had inspired this abrupt climax. Her recent wild experiences hadn't dulled her appreciation for Walt's cock and balls. He really was special to her!
The spasms of the orgasm soon fed the beginnings of another climax. Her fingers dug in and out of her convulsing pussy even as her knees grew weak and rubbery. Her whole body shuddered and, as her second self-induced orgasm rocked through her, Ginger had to fight to muffle the shriek that ripped through her throat.
She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath as her fingers slid out of her cunt . Her body tingled and pulsed as she savored the wonderful afterglow of the double climax.
Within seconds, she realized the masturbation, nice as it had been, wasn't enough to completely douse the lusty fire in her snatch. At least she felt sleep would now be possible.
After recuperating, she washed her hands, then gave herself what Maggie had once described as a whore's bath. She soaped a washcloth and cleaned her cunt . After rinsing and drying herself, she went back into the bedroom and crawled beneath the bedcovers. She settled beside her husband and eventually went to sleep.
"Wake up, honey," Walt's voice sounded.
His hand was gently rubbing her shoulder as she woke. She blinked open her eyes and thought she couldn't have been asleep more than a couple of minutes. Then, as her confusion evaporated, Ginger saw the sunlight filtering into the bedroom through the window curtains. She glanced at the bedside clock and was shocked to see it was already six a.m.
"Wake up," Walt repeated, his husky voice piercing her consciousness.
She stirred and focused on his face. She smiled.
"I know I've been ignoring you lately," he said.
"Oh, Walt," she whispered, her smile broadening as she held her arms out to embrace him.
He sat up, then shocked her by swinging a leg over her chest. He quickly straddled her tits and pressed her prick against her lips.
"Eat me, sweetie," he rasped. "Got to make it a fast one. I need to be motoring out of here in about thirty minutes."
She blinked up at his smiling face and didn't whether to laugh or cry. The bastard thinks he's doing me a favor! The realization etched across her mind, but he gave her no opportunity to voice her bitterness. Already he was shoving his cockhead between her lips and wedging his prick deep into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, angel," he hissed, grabbing her hair as he dipped his cock deeper into her mouth. "Remember our honeymoon and how you'd wake me every morning by sucking me off?"
She couldn't even nod as he filled her mouth with his prick. At least he had a hard-on, she consoled herself. He forced his cock all the way into her mouth and Ginger instinctively put her tongue into use. She tickled the underside of his cockmeat with her tongue-tip, licking her way up and down the length of his cock.
She moaned involuntarily as she felt his balls nestle against her chin. His weight resting on her tits was becoming somewhat arousing. It was the most intimate contact Walt had shown her in days and Ginger reasoned she couldn't afford to suddenly get picky. Maybe, just maybe, this little episode would rekindle Walt's lost passion.
Of course, Ginger had to admit that she loved sucking cock. That Walt was stuffing his prick into her mouth was proving enough to make Ginger's cunt start to juice. She feasted on his cockmeat and reached up to fondle his balls. She moaned as he began rocking gently back and forth on top of her, plowing his cock in and out of her mouth. Her circled lips created a snug ring for his sliding cock, and she loved the feeling of his veiny cockshaft drilling into her mouth.
He continued to stroke her dark hair and caress her lovely face as he fucked her mouth. Ginger sucked on his prickknob, alternating between hard and fast, then soft and nibbling pressures. Once, she managed to ease enough of his cock out of her mouth to dot his engorged prickhead with wet kisses and swabs of her tongue.
When Walt picked up the tempo of his fuck strokes, Ginger gripped his balls while her mouth received the fierce thrusts of his hammering prick. His cockhead clogged her throat as he repeatedly buried his cockmeat to the hilt between her lips. Suddenly, she didn't care that he was racing the clock. A mouthful of Walt's jism would be wonderful. Right now, she would take any attention from him as an improvement over the last few days.
She opened her lips as wide as possible and tried gamely to suck his balls into her mouth along with his driving cock. Her tongue-tip grazed the leathery bag, but that was as much as she could manage without gagging. Then, with a surge of strength that surprised her, she caused him to sway and almost topple off her chest as she humped and contorted beneath him.
Oh, how she wished he would reach back and just touch her cunt ! Better yet, she longed for him to roll off her, turn around and assume the sixty-nine position that they had used frequently on their honeymoon.
She trembled all over as she imagined herself sitting on Walt's face. How she craved feeling his tongue darting in and out of her cunt hole while she slurped on his prick. She would lick and kiss his balls and cock and gyrate her hips as he speared her pussy with his tongue. It was such a beautiful dream-but a dream was all it was.
Walt controlled himself and sat firmly atop her chest, feeding her his pistoning cock. He continued to fuck her face with increasingly furious strokes, blistering her lips and tongue while an incredible heat filled her mouth. She moaned and he grunted. His cock leaped and Ginger knew he was about to blast off.
He grunted and grabbed her hair as she sucked. She swirled her tongue hungrily over his cockknob. Her long dark hair whipped around as the force of his fuck-strokes knocked her head from side to side then back and forth.
He humped his ass viciously as he fucked her face. Ginger savored the feeling of having her mouth raped by her husband. It was almost like a stranger was making her suck him off. The thrill and excitement of the wanton experience caused her entire body to tremble in horny anticipation.
Ginger's lips glided over his prick and she gasped for breath. She knew he had to come at any moment and she longed for that uniquely erotic happening.
In the next instant, Walt began ramming his cock in and out of her mouth with such force that she thought her neck would snap. But she didn't have time to worry about it. Walt dumped a load of thick jism into her mouth.
The blast bolted down her throat and splashed in gushing waves. Ginger gulped as fast as she could, swallowing every drop of her husband's come. She drank it down and shivered, thrilling to the pleasure it gave her. It was her first intimate moment with Walt in weeks and she could only hope this would blossom into a renewal of their previous relationship.
When Walt's spunk stopped flowing, he pulled his cock out of her lips, grinned at her and rolled off the bed. He stepped toward the bathroom.
"Really great, honey," he said with a fast glance back over his shoulder. "I'd forgotten what a boost you can give to a guy before he faces a rough day."
Stunned and bewildered, Ginger waited in bed as her husband hurriedly dressed and made his way out of the bedroom. He blew her a fast kiss, then hustled out of the house.
It wasn't until the sounds of his car driving away had faded completely that Ginger realized they hadn't once kissed or held each other. In fact Walt had seemed just as cold and distant as in the last several days. He had been horny and he had used her. She had been handy and available and fucking her face had been the fastest method for him to solve the problem.
The more Ginger dwelled on it, the more depressed she became. She phoned the office and told Sally to tell Chuck Foster she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be in.
"Oh, honey, does it have anything to do with yesterday?" Sally asked. "Those creeps didn't get rough, did they?"
"No, Sally. Yesterday was heaven compared to this morning," Ginger said. "I just don't think I can face the office today. Things aren't going well with Walt and-"
"Forget that!" Sally interrupted. "Tell me more about yesterday and those two guys! You really fucked them?"
Ginger sighed even as a smile spread across her lips. "Sally, you're impossible! I'll be in tomorrow. Meanwhile, you and Maggie cover for me today."
She hung up and eased back on the bed. Ginger stayed in bed and thought about the previous day. The wild episode with the two handsome strangers still excited her as she concentrated on the happy, lusty memories. It sure as hell beat worrying about Walt and what was happening to her marriage.
She lay in bed until she felt hungry. She rose up, wrapped a frilly, transparent robe over her naked body and went to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast. She had just sat down to eat when the doorbell rang.
Before opening the door, she peeked through the window and was shocked to see both Maggie and Sally standing on the porch. She opened the door and was immediately relieved by the giggles and snickers of her two co-workers.
"Don't freak, Ginger," Maggie said. "Chuck is giving us the morning off to sit with our little sick friend."
"Yeah, so hurry and tell us everything about yesterday!" Sally urged.
The three women laughed as they gathered in the kitchen. Ginger was feeling better already. She loved the opportunity to repeat the glorious memories of yesterday. After all, Ginger knew there couldn't be too much of a good thing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ginger didn't leave out a single detail as she recounted the wild adventure of the day before in the hotel room. Sally and Maggie listened to every word and, before long, it was obvious that the steamy recital was making the two secretaries squirm in their chairs.
"My pussy is starting to itch," Sally gasped when Ginger finished her story. "Damn, Ginger, you have all the luck. Maggie and I prowl the clubs every night and you strike gold your first time out."
"Hey, I wasn't looking for anything, remember?" Ginger said. "You two took me to lunch yesterday. Those two guys just happened to get me when I was down. Walt and I aren't exactly newlyweds lately. He's so damn involved with his work and-"
"Forget about that," Maggie whispered, leaning toward Ginger and lightly touching the brunette's shoulder. "Those two guys were just proving that they have great taste in women. It's obvious why they picked you out for some double fucking. You're a gorgeous lady, Ginger."
Now it was Ginger who squirmed in her chair. Maggie was openly eyeing her tits through the thin robe and Ginger was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. A strange feeling swept over her. She was aware of Sally also gazing at her near-naked body.
"Well, yesterday was nice, but I think I should start concentrating on what is happening to my marriage," Ginger said, hoping to change the subject. "What would Walt think if he knew I let a couple of strangers pick me up? I don't think he would like being married to a slut that would do that."
"Fuck Walt," Sally said. "He drove you to it, dear."
Ginger gasped as she felt Sally's hand on her thigh. At the same time, Maggie moved closer and ran her hand down to one of Ginger's huge tits.
"I'm so horny," Maggie cooed, caressing Ginger's tit-mound with her swirling fingertips. "Why don't you show us what those two dudes did to you?"
"Yeah," Sally whispered, rubbing higher up on Ginger's thigh. "Don't be nervous, Ginger. Just relax and let Maggie and me show you how gentle and nice loving another woman can be."
Ginger gulped as she tried to speak. The woman's hands were suddenly roaming freely over her body. The sheer protection of the robe only made her naked flesh tingle as it scraped over her skin.
"Don't worry, dear," Maggie whispered as she traced tiny kisses up and down Ginger's neck and shoulder. "Sally and I love each other sometimes. We'll teach you. You'll enjoy it."
"Please, stop," Ginger said, her voice breaking and sounding husky to her own ears. "I can't do this. I've never... "
"Shhhh," Sally said softly, bringing her hand up to Ginger's cunt . "I know you're nervous and a little frightened. I was too my first time."
Suddenly, Maggie leaned over and kissed Ginger wetly full on the mouth. She darted her tongue between Ginger's lips, catching the young brunette off guard, stunning her.
"We'll relax you, honey. We'll help you m forget all your troubles with Walt."
Ginger stiffened momentarily, then as the feathery caresses and gentle strokes massaged her body, she felt herself relax. Her body began to respond to the intimate, sensual touch. Within seconds, Ginger began to breathe deeply. Her tits heaved and her nipples pointed stiff and straight against the silky fabric of her robe. Heat stirred through her cunt and her clit twitched as Sally's tickling fingers edged toward the sensitive button.
Her mind whirled as the two women closed in around her and increased their manipulations. There was some strange compulsion urging Ginger to surrender to this wanton activity. The smell and feel of the two women beside her ignited a well-buried passion inside Ginger. Mysterious urges weakened her fears and she gradually relaxed, giving in to the erotic strokings and kisses peppering her body.
"Let's go into the bedroom and do this right," Maggie said, clutching Ginger's arm and helping her to stand.
Ginger walked between the two women as they stepped toward the bedroom. Her knees trembled and the tight knot in the pit of her stomach pulsed excited sensations throughout her groin. God, what's happening to me? I'm getting horny and hot! What else will I find out about myself? Oh, God, I'm a horny slut and a lesbo!
Ginger's mind continued to race even as Sally and Maggie guided her over to the bed. She sat motionless on the edge of the bed as the two women quickly stripped, both hungrily eyeing the luscious, near-naked brunette.
Sally was the first to strip and approach Ginger. She wasted no time sitting beside Ginger and pressing her moist lips against Ginger's. Their lips met and their tongues tangled. Sally's fingers sought Ginger's cunt , deftly grazing her syrupy cunt slit.
Ginger groaned as she melted against the older woman's embrace. She sucked gently on Sally's tongue and thrilled as Sally's fingers danced up and down her convulsing pussyslit. She gasped when Sally moved her digits right inside the younger girl's cunt pulp. "Mmmmm, you look delicious," Maggie purred as she sat on the bed and reached for Ginger's tits. "Suck nice, big, firm tits."
Maggie squeezed and fondled Ginger's tit melons through the robe, tweaking her sensitive nipples, then massaging the tit-globes. She ducked her head and suddenly sucked one of Ginger's tits into her mouth, taking in part of her robe along with the tasty tit-flesh.
Ginger swooned as Sally fingered her cunt and Maggie sucked on her tit. Sally's mouth remained glued to Ginger's and Ginger's moans managed to escape her throat even as she sucked greedily on the darting tongue. Sensations exploded throughout her body as the lust pulsed over her. Her heart pounded in her ears, blocking out all other sounds. Her labored breath rasped as she struggled to maintain some control.
Then, she found herself falling back on the bed and the two women easing down beside her. She groaned as Maggie's tongue lapped deliciously over her turgid nipple while Sally's fingers wormed deeper and deeper inside her cunt channel. She blinked her eyes wildly, catching glimpses of the two women as they worked furiously over her body. Her head began to spin as her senses sizzled.
She watched as Sally hunched up and knelt between Ginger's wide-spread legs. Sally's blonde head bobbed gently just above Ginger's pussy, bathing the dark-haired pussy with her hot breath. Her fingers continued to stroke through Ginger's hot cunt tissues even as she lowered her lips to the succulent pussy.
At the same time, Maggie's long red hair flew around her oval-shaped face as she feasted on the brunette's tingling tits. She went from tit to tit, giving equal attention to each one. Her active mouth nibbled and sucked on the sensitive tits, occasionally biting down on the enticing nipples that jutted so provocatively against the sexy robe.
Ginger watched as the redhead brought her mouth down to one of her nipples and sucked it. She whimpered as sensations flickered through her body. The redhead expertly sucked and licked the nipple wetting the front of Ginger's robe in the process.
Instinctively, Ginger reached out and began to stroke Maggie's long red hair as the older woman continued to nurse on her tit. A second later, Ginger squealed out in utter ecstasy as she felt Sally's lips touch her puffy cunt lips. Ginger's hips bucked automatically and she humped her pelvis, ramming her pussy directly against the blonde's mouth.
Sally seemed to expect the reaction and was ready. The blonde plunged her tongue straight into Ginger's creamy cunt hole, knifing through the clinging membranes of her pussytunnel. A horrendous cry of raw passion ripped through Ginger's throat as the blonde's tongue penetrated her pussyhole. It was like a cock sliding into her cunt canal. She started rocking her ass from side to side on the bed as the tongue lodged deep inside her pussy.
Ginger writhed and thrashed as one woman sucked on her tits and the other tongue-fucked her pussy. Sensations jerked her nerves and she felt a violent, sudden orgasm well up inside her. Her cunt al juices rumbled and threatened to gush out of her cunt as the passion swelled. She spread her legs wide, then clamped her thighs around Sally's blonde head, locking her face against the dark-haired, smoldering cunt .
Ginger had never felt another woman's mouth on her pussy and the marvelous ecstasy of it almost sent her into convulsions of unchecked lust. Desire raged through her and she responded by tugging on Maggie's red hair, pulling the older woman up until Ginger was able to urgently suck on Maggie's huge tits.
The redhead merely smiled as she fed her tits to the horny brunette. She giggled softly as Ginger sucked the redhead's tits, eagerly going from one to the other.
"You love this, baby," Maggie purred, stroking Ginger's dark hair. "I bet you can't wait to lick my pussy. You know what a good job Sally is doing on you right now. I'm anxious to see if you can do as well to me."
Ginger trembled as Sally suddenly spread the wet shimmering folds of her pussy and exposed her excited clit. Then, after a few teasing licks, the blonde sucked the throbbing button into her mouth.
Ginger went wild as ecstasy overwhelmed her. She started thrashing around on the bed. She flopped and bounced in lewd contortions, making Maggie have to struggle to keep her pinned down. The redhead kept pressing her big tits into the brunette's gaping mouth even as Ginger swooned in the grips of the intense orgasm rattling her senses.
Moments later, Ginger heard the lewd slurping sounds of Sally sucking up the rich nectar that flowed from Ginger's cunt . The blonde hungrily drank up the cunt cream, then darted her tireless tongue back into the juice-slickened fuck-tunnel. The blonde's face rested firmly against the brunette's overheated gulch as her tongue speared in and out of her pussyhole.
Lost in the pleasure engulfing her, Ginger was only vaguely aware of Maggie easing up and straddling her face. She blinked and finally recognized the redhead's bushy cunt inches from her mouth. She didn't have to be instructed on what was expected of her. Ginger licked her lips as she whiffed the erotic aroma of the older woman's pussy moving closer and closer to her lips.
In the next instant, Ginger's nose was tickled by the thick curly thatch covering Maggie's succulent-looking cunt . Then, she delicately extended her tongue and lapped it over Maggie's cunt folds.
"Mmmmmm," Maggie mumbled as Ginger overcame her initial shyness. "Yes, honey, yes! You're going to do just fine."
Ginger found the smell and taste of Maggie's cunt terribly erotic. She quivered at the feel of Sally's eager lips on her own pussy and she wanted to make Maggie feel just as good. She pried apart the redhead's cunt lips and rammed her tongue inside. She tongued the redhead's cunt hole and licked her dewy pussy. She dug her fingers into Maggie's assflesh and ran a fingertip over her asshole.
She heard the experienced redhead gasp and momentarily stiffen. Then Ginger plunged her tongue deep into the redhead's cunt hole just as she also shoved a finger into Maggie's ass.
Maggie shrieked a guttural cry of pain/pleasure and squirmed her pussy hard down on Ginger's mouth. She started humping back and forth, impaling herself on both the brunette's tongue and finger.
At the same time, Ginger felt another orgasm build up inside her pussy as Sally relentlessly lapped at her quivering cunt al membranes. The blonde's expert tonguing was scorching Ginger's tender cunt tunnel and her pussywalls began to flex and tremble. Seconds later, the brunette climaxed.
She humped up and down on the bed, fucking back at the blonde's darting tongue and nibbling lips. Her hot pussycream, flooded the blonde's mouth and tongue and chin and again, Ginger had to close her legs around Sally's head. Her passionate screams were entirely muffled by Maggie's pressing pussy, but Ginger didn't mind. Her body and mind were overwhelmed by ecstasy and the desire to give her as much as she got.
She whipped her tongue in and out of the redhead's pussy, keeping time with the plunging of her finger in and out of Maggie's tight asshole. The spurt of cunt juice surprised her, but Ginger quickly began to suck up the tangy, tart nectar that spewed from the redhead's cunt .
A powerful surge of accomplishment swept through her as she gulped down the heady juice from the redhead's cunt hole. She continued to lap up the juices as they flowed into her mouth and coated her chin and chest. She heard the lusty bellows and animal-like squeals coming from Maggie's throat and Ginger knew she had performed well.
Eventually, Maggie toppled from her perch and gasped for breath beside Ginger. Sally glanced up and grinned at Ginger. The blonde licked her moist lips and slowly crawled up across the brunette's body. Ginger lay still, her heart pounding and her nerves still smoldering from the two intense orgasms she had just enjoyed. She wondered what the sexy blonde had in mind, and she knew it would be good.
Sally carefully peeled back Ginger's robe, totally exposing her curvaceous body. The blonde's eyes sparkled as she enjoyed the sight before her, then she slowly lowered her mouth to Ginger's tits. The blonde licked Ginger's nipples, wetting them with her saliva. Then she sucked them dry, polishing them into a sheen and thrilling Ginger with exquisite sensations.
Ginger caressed Sally's hair and moaned as she held the blonde's mouth firmly against her tits. The wild pleasures searing her senses still made her shake. Her lust boiled inside her, and Ginger couldn't believe the wanton experiences she was enjoying. She would've never believed two women would make passionate love to her and that she would enjoy it so much.
Suddenly Ginger went with the feelings surging through her and she became the aggressor. She rolled over, taking Sally with her until she landed on top of the blonde. She groaned as she felt the warmth of the other woman's body beneath hers, then she went to work nibbling kisses down her chest to her ripe, jutting tits.
Ginger thrilled to the way Sally moaned as she licked the blonde's stiff nipples. Her mind went blank and she didn't worry about showing inexperience. She was operating on pure instinct and need. For Ginger, this form of fucking was suddenly natural. She was anxious to soothe Sally's lust and return some of the pleasure the blonde had given to her.
She chewed delicately on the blonde's mammoth tits, knowing full well that she would soon bury her face against Sally's cunt and taste the blonde's cunt juices. Her own excitement mounted as she anticipated tongue-fucking Sally's pussy. Licking Maggie's cunt seemed to have whetted her desire for more of that action and Ginger wanted to prove that she was a fast learner.
She moved down the blonde's body, dragging her tongue along the way. She used her tonguetip to toy with Sally's belly button, exciting the older woman even more. Then, she flicked her tongue through the thick thatch of blonde fur covering Sally's cunt . The fragrance stimulated Ginger's senses as she licked through the matted cunt bush, exploring the slippery pussyslit.
"Ooohhh, Ginger!" Sally whimpered, humping her ass up and down gently on the bed. "That feels wonderful, darling! Yes, yes, yyyeeesss! Eat me, honey! Eat my pussy and lick my ass! Show me what you can do! Oh, I know you can make me come with your mouth! I just know it!"
Ginger isolated the blonde's clit and closed her lips around the throbbing button. She then whipped the sensitive bud with her tongue, driving the blonde into a frenzy of desire. Sally's arousal seemed to explode and Ginger hastened her sensual activity.
With the blonde's legs thrashing around her, Ginger eagerly tongue-whipped Sally's clit. She felt her lips moisten from the blonde's cunt juice.
Ginger quickened the action of her tongue, giving the blonde's clit a delicious workout of glorious torture.
Seconds later, Ginger dipped her stiffened tongue into Sally's cunt hole. She slithered her tongue straight into the blonde's pussy passage.
She lost herself in the thrilling action, stabbing her tongue in and out of Sally's creamy pussy. The blonde's body shuddered and rocked as a violent orgasm gripped her. Ginger's own cunt began to warm in arousal as she crouched on her knees and positioned herself better to keep plunging her tongue into Sally's spasming cunt hole.
Warm feminine hands massaged Ginger's upturned asscheeks, and the young brunette realized that Maggie was joining the fun. She wiggled her ass invitingly at the redhead without abandoning the feast of Sally's cunt . Just as she brought Sally off again and slurped up another gushing shower of nectar, she felt Maggie's tongue lick across her pussy.
Ginger shivered with delight as the redhead's tongue flicked all the way up through her ass crease. Suddenly, Ginger squealed without removing her lips from Sally's cunt . Her nerves teemed with ecstasy as Maggie's tongue darted over Ginger's asshole.
Inspired by the wanton tonguing she was receiving, Ginger redoubled her own efforts to give Sally the tongue-fucking of her life. She knew Sally and Maggie had much more experience with this sort of thing, but Ginger didn't let that slow her eagerness. Her lust propelled her as she used her tongue like a cock, ramming it in and out of the blonde's convulsing pussy. At the same time, she had to swoon as Maggie plugged her ass.
Ginger howled as she felt Maggie's tongue penetrate her tight ass. Sensations sparked throughout Ginger's body and she came abruptly.
She tongued Sally to two more orgasms while savoring the ass-tonguing she was receiving from Maggie. Then, finally, she collapsed in the middle of a heap of naked, female flesh. Ginger's passion was spent as her body recuperated amid the erotic sights and smells of the other women's bodies.
They lay satisfied and fulfilled in the middle of the bed. For Ginger it had been the wildest experience of her young life. Then a dark worry clouded her mind as she wondered if lesbo loving would be the only way she could get off in the future. She had heard the stories of how once a horny girl let another woman tongue fuck her pussy, the girl would forever be a lesbo.
Sally and Maggie laughed heartily when Ginger voiced this fear. She instantly felt a little embarrassed, but the feeling of relief soon no eased her discomfort.
"Honey, remember that bull-shit the next time you face a big, hard cock," Maggie said, still chuckling.
"Yeah," Sally added. "There's no replacing a horny, thick prick. Anything else is just foreplay."
An hour after Maggie and Sally had left to return to the office, Ginger was becoming anxious to prove the woman's reassuring words. She wanted a man to fuck her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning Ginger went to work hoping Maggie and Sally wouldn't expect her to be a regular participant in a lesbo triangle. She had enjoyed the wild adventure, but she still didn't want it to become a habit.
She arrived about five minutes late and was surprised to find only Sally on the job. The blonde explained that Maggie wasn't coming in because she had spent the night with an airline pilot who lived in her apartment building.
Maggie, according to Sally, could never pull herself out of the pilot's bed the day after. Seems the pilot loves to spread whipped cream all over Maggie's body, then spend hours licking it up. They always pass the next morning fucking and soaking in the pilot's hot tub.
Thirty minutes later Chuck Foster came in grinning lewdly and casting his eyes over Ginger's body. He winked at Sally and told her to close the office at noon.
"I want you two ladies to join me for lunch in my private office today," he said, leering at Ginger. "I understand you perform some real tricks on your lunch hour. I'll see for myself."
"We better not keep the boss waiting," Sally said at exactly noon. She winked at Ginger as she moved to the office door and locked it.
"I wish you and Maggie hadn't told Mr. Foster about me and those two strangers," Ginger said, feeling herself blush. "He must think I'm a terrible tramp."
"Don't be such a stiff, Ginger," Sally scolded. "You loved it with those two guys and you certainly loved it yesterday with Maggie and me. Admit it, honey. You've got a hot cunt and it needs lots of attention. Call yourself a slut if you want to, but don't bitch and moan about it. Accept it and enjoy it."
"I just hate it that Mr. Foster thinks I'm that way," Ginger said softly under the steely gaze of the blonde secretary.
"That's a laugh," Sally snorted. "You've been in his private office for a little tutoring. Remember, darling? Cut out the sweet and innocent crap, Ginger. It doesn't fit you."
Ginger battled the flicker of anger that leaped inside her. She didn't appreciate getting lectures on how to act and how to think from Sally. But then, she had to agree that Sally had hit the mark. What else was she but a horny slut? She had certainly been acting like one the last few days. God, I've even fucked my own brother-in-law, she reminded herself as she followed Sally toward Chuck Foster's private office.
They stepped into his office. Chuck rolled his eyes and licked his lips as he gazed at the two lovely women. Ginger felt as if the older man was undressing her with his eyes. He stood and walked around his desk. He came right up to Ginger, a smirk curving his lips.
"I can't stop thinking about that day I had you in here," he rasped. "I get a hard-on just thinking about it."
"I don't know what happened to me that day," Ginger said lamely.
Chuck snickered as he reached for her and kissed along the side of her neck. He quickly moved his hands over her tits. He squeezed her lush, full tits through her blouse while nibbling at the satiny flesh on her neck.
Ginger gasped and glimpsed Sally, smiling lewdly, stepping aside and beginning to strip. There was suddenly no doubt that Chuck was planning a three-way sex scene and Ginger was going to be right in the middle of it.
"Please, don't, Mr. Foster," Ginger whimpered, trying to pull away from his embrace.
"Get serious, baby," he hissed, roaming his hands up and down her thighs and hips. "I understand your old man is ignoring you. A girl like you shouldn't have to get her kicks from strangers. I'm right here all the time. So just drop the innocent act. I know what you've been doing."
He kissed her on the mouth and darted his tongue between her lips. Then, surprisingly, he broke off the embrace. He grinned at her as his eyes again explored the length of her clothed, curvaceous body.
"You just get comfortable, baby," Chuck said. "Maybe Sally and I can get you inspired."
Ginger blinked as Chuck moved across the office. Sally was sitting demurely on the sofa, completely naked. The blonde held her arms out to Chuck as he sat beside her.
Ginger continued to watch as Sally stroked Chuck's crotch. Chuck moaned and traced his fingertips up Sally's thigh, massaging the flesh with swirling motions. Sally groaned as her lips met Chuck's. The blonde's fingers clutched the bulge growing against the fly of Chuck's slacks and Ginger gradually began to feel the sensual excitement in the office.
Her eyes riveted on Sally's tits, then the rest of the blonde's body. A raw sexual feeling engulfed Ginger and, mesmerized by the lewd scene happening just feet away, she began to slowly unbutton her blouse.
Sally and Chuck frenched as he stroked the blonde's naked ass. Ginger found that she couldn't keep her eyes off the loving couple. As their kissing and fondling continued, Ginger peeled off her blouse and quickly removed her bra. Then, almost unconsciously, she touched her own tits as she stared at the lusty action. Her nipples felt hard as arousal rushed over her.
"Go ahead, Ginger baby," Chuck rasped, glancing up at the young brunette. "Get naked and join us. I can see that you're already warming up to it."
Ginger hesitated. Confusion swam inside her head as the conflicting feelings battled for control. Lust flickered inside her, urging her to shed her doubts and plunge into the sex circus her boss had planned. Still, her mind warned her to recoil from the temptations.
Before she could solve the inner conflict, Ginger was stunned as Sally stood up from the sofa and approached her. The next thing Ginger knew Sally was kneeling in front of her and tugging off her skirt. Then, stripped down to only her bikini panties, Ginger remained frozen as Sally slowly stood and began fondling the brunette's huge tits.
"Oh, beautiful, Sally," Chuck said, applauding from the sofa. "Give me a little show, girls. Hell, I might even buy a ticket if it gets really good!"
Despite her fears Ginger found herself responding to the blonde's intimate touching. Her nipples tingled as Sally tweaked them and manipulated them skillfully. Her initial nervousness at being the center of attention for her leering boss soon only added to the excitement of the moment. She felt herself pressing against the aggressive blonde, reacting to the arousal Sally was igniting inside Ginger.
Sally covered Ginger's lips with her own and frenched the lusty young brunette. Then, taking her wrists she led George over to the sofa. Both women sat down beside Chuck and Sally wasted no time cupping Ginger's tits in her hands.
As Chuck watched the two women closely, an expression of pure lust on his face, Sally slowly fed herself one of Ginger's boobs. Chuck squirmed and a soft moan sounded from his throat as Sally sucked on Ginger's erect nipple.
Ginger began to tremble as the horny blonde sucked more and more of her tit-mound into her mouth. The blonde's hands started roaming freely all over Ginger's body, finally slipping under the elastic waistband of her panties.
When Ginger glanced over at Chuck, she gasped. He had pulled out his prick and was stroking it up and down in his fist while staring back at the two women. His legs were spread wide and he was slumped down on the sofa, giving himself the best possible view of the lesbo scene playing beside him.
Ginger's mind swirled as raw lust overwhelmed her. Seeing Chuck's hard, throbbing prick jutting straight up from his opened fly seemed to jar away the last of her fears. She turned back to Sally and melted against the older woman's embrace. She began fondling Sally without inhibition. She boldly touched the blonde's pussy and felt a rush through her own cunt . Touching the blonde's wet cunt lips obviously thrilled her and Ginger wanted more of it.
Sally moaned and writhed as she finally worked a hand inside Ginger's panties. She slithered a finger through the brunette's slippery pussy slit and suddenly thrust the digit into her cunt hole.
Automatically, Ginger locked her thighs against the blonde's hand. She uttered a guttural groan of pleasure and again glanced over at her boss. She watched as Chuck masturbated with more intense, faster strokes.
"Suck her pussy, Sally," Chuck grunted, his voice hoarse and raspy. "Eat her pussy. Do it now."
Ginger didn't resist as Sally stretched her out on the sofa and pulled off her panties. The young brunette was actually eager to feel the blonde's expert tongue flick through her pussy bush and caress her shuddering cunt al tissues. The fact that Chuck would be watching and jacking off while Ginger was getting tonguefucked by Sally thrilled the brunette. It was so wanton and perverse and exciting! The whole thing tested the limits of every secret fantasy Ginger had ever dared.
Ginger was amazed by her own feelings. She felt Sally's tongue on her cunt and she quivered all over. She humped her ass off the sofa cushions, offering her pussy fully to the blonde's licking tongue and chewing lips.
"Yeah, yeah, Sally!" Chuck chanted as he stood and stepped around in front of the sofa, still pumping his cock in his fist. "Drink her pussy juices! Ginger loves it! Oh, fuck, she loves having her pussy tongued!"
Ginger tossed her head from side to side and glimpsed her boss beating off. His hand was a blur as he jerked off. His breathing became ragged as he gazed at the two women.
Then, responding to the glorious desire sweeping through her, Ginger spread her legs obscenely and pressed her cunt against Sally's mouth. She tangled her fingers in Sally's long blonde hair and started flopping her legs in and out.
"That's it, girls!" Chuck hissed. "I just might have to stop this show and get involved."
Sally took Chuck's words as a signal and she stopped sucking Ginger's cunt . She pushed herself up into a sitting position on the sofa and licked her nectar-glazed lips. She smiled sweetly and winked at Chuck.
"That sounds like a great idea," Sally said. "Ginger and I are getting tired of watching you waste your cock. The two of us can handle that for you."
Chuck threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Well, don't ever say I didn't give you two ladies a chance to back up that promise."
Ginger, weak and trembling from the cunt lapping she had just enjoyed, propped herself up on an elbow and watched as her boss quickly stripped. When he was naked, he stepped forward and shoved his swollen prickhead against Ginger's mouth.
"Grease my prick, sweetie," he rasped. "Show me what a talented mouth you have, Ginger. I know you give great head. Show Sally and me just what you can do once your cunt is really burning."
Ginger couldn't have protested even if she had wanted to. Chuck rammed his prick hard between Ginger's lips and she readily accepted the rigid cockmeat. She moaned as her lips circled the veiny prick pole and she hungrily sucked in every inch of Chuck's prick.
She closed her eyes and savored the taste and feel of his prick sliding in and out of her mouth. It felt so nice sucking a cock, and Ginger relished the way her boss practically forced her into performing the act. She loved it when a man dominated her. It was the way Walt used to do and it was part of the reason she loved him enough to marry him.
Seconds later Ginger felt Sally's hands fondling her tits. She welcomed the delightful caresses, but she concentrated on sucking Chuck's cock. Even as Sally leaned over and sucked one of Ginger's nipples into her mouth, Ginger swirled her tongue over Chuck's engorged cockhead. It was important to her to do a good job on Chuck's prick. Pleasing him in this most intimate way meant much for her womanly pride. Lately, Walt had done more damage to her feminine identity than she had realized until now.
Then, just as Ginger's excitement at sucking him off reached a dizzying level, Chuck abruptly yanked his cock out of her mouth and curtly ordered her to go down on Sally. Startled and a little disappointed, Ginger obeyed her boss, wondering what other paces he would put her through before fucking her. A chill instantly raced over her as she realized he may not end up fucking her.
"Stretch out, Sally," Chuck ordered, his words breaking into Ginger's thoughts. "Get your face under Ginger's cunt . I want Ginger's ass up in the air."
"All right!" Ginger shrieked, excitement leaping inside her.
The women assumed the sixty-nine position. Ginger faced Sally's blonde-covered pussy as she straddled Sally's lovely head. She didn't hesitate as she leaned down across Sally's body and nuzzled her nose between the blonde's thighs and inhaled her female aroma. She clutched Sally's asscheeks and took a deep breath before thrusting her tongue between the blonde's puffy cunt lips.
The salty taste excited her and Ginger instantly drilled her tongue into Sally's cunt hole. The hot, fluttering membranes sucked her tongue deeper inside Sally's cunt tunnel. Then, Ginger felt the blonde's mouth nibbling her own cunt lips. Ecstasy flooded her and Ginger yelped out in pleasure.
She tongued Sally's pussy from side to side and up and down. She didn't want to leave any area of the blonde's cunt untouched by her active tongue. Sally, in turn, locked her legs around Ginger's head and imprisoned her. It didn't bother the lusty young brunette. She easily settled into a rocking rhythm with the experienced blonde beneath her. They matched movements as the women gluttonously tongued each other's cunt s.
As her rapture rose, Ginger almost forgot about Chuck's presence. Then, just as an orgasm mounted inside her shuddering cunt channel, Ginger felt him rub his cock through her upturned snatch just inches from Sally's probing lips and tongue.
"Lick my balls, Sally," Chuck ordered. "You've got her pussy juiced up enough for my cock. Jesus, I'm ready to fuck some hot pussy!"
Ginger swooned as she heard Chuck's words. She kept her face glued to Sally's cunt and continued drilling her tongue in and out the blonde's seething cunt hole. She knew not to shift her position or to stop eating the blonde's pussy. She didn't want to do anything to piss Chuck off now. The feeling of his bloated cockhead jabbing her sensitive pussylips was enough to keep her in line.
Suddenly, Chuck drove his prick into Ginger's cunt hole, making the brunette howl in ecstasy. Her cunt walls spasmed as his prick sliced into her pussytunnel. Instinctively, she rammed her ass backward and impaled herself on the plowing prick. An immediate climax rattled her senses and her joyous shouts vibrated through Sally's pussy.
Chuck hammered his prick in and out of Ginger's juicy cunt several times, then thrilled her by whipping it out and plunging the nectar lubed prickmeat directly into her ass. Ginger shrieked as her body spasmed and contorted. Somehow, she remained locked into position, her mouth still pressed against Sally's cunt .
As she slurped up the blonde's oozing cunt cream, she thrilled to the sensations of Chuck's prick throbbing inside her flexing asshole. Ginger's throat emitted strange, animal-like yelps as her boss fucked her ass.
Another orgasm ripped through Ginger's pussy and carried over to every section of her body. The climax was so strong it took her breath away. Without realizing it, Ginger began sucking more frantically on the blonde's wet, hot pussy, igniting yet another orgasm inside Sally's cunt . She drank down the blonde's nectar as she shuddered and twitched from the sensations of Chuck's prick driving in and out of her shit-chute.
Without warning, Chuck dumped his load into Ginger's bowels. The first wads of his thick, hot jism struck the buttery depths of the brunette's asshole and caused her to momentarily stiffen. Then, her body convulsed and she snapped her head up, jerking her face off Sally's pussy. Now, Ginger's gleeful yells sounded unhindered as her spasming shitter sucked up Chuck's searing spunk.
When she finally collapsed on Sally, her tight asshole choking Chuck's wilting prick, Ginger gasped for breath and grinned. Her nerves sizzled and she savored the sensations of fading orgasms. Satisfaction filtered throughout her body and her lust-smoothed muscles tingled.
"One thing about this kind of lunch, girls," Chuck said finally, playfully slapping Ginger's asscheeks as he pried his cock free from her grasping asshole. "It sure ain't fattening."
The three chuckled as they untangled themselves and started searching for their discarded clothes. For Ginger, it had been the kind of lunch that could easily become addictive.
She smiled wickedly as she wondered what Walt would think if he knew what he had been missing.
CHAPTER NINE
A week later Walt phoned Ginger at the office and told her he was inviting his boss home for dinner. What infuriated Ginger was the call her husband gave her an hour later informing her that he was going to work late, but he was encouraging his boss to still accept the dinner invitation.
"I volunteered to work late, Ginger," Walt explained. "Good for brownie points with the old man. Besides, he loves me for my ambition. Be nice to him, Gin. And fix something special. I've been bragging about your cooking all day."
By the time Walt's boss, Jake Simmons, arrived, Ginger's anger had calmed. She had decided being rude to Walt's boss wouldn't solve her problems with Walt. Sulking, she realized, would be childish. Still, she wasn't ready to act as the smiling, charming little wife. She was determined to make the best of the evening and to possibly drop a few subtle hints as to how much she missed her husband when he worked such long hours.
Jack was a man perhaps near fifty. His big, beefy body blended well with his strong, ruggedly handsome face and his full head of salt-and-pepper hair. He was surprisingly soft-spoken and mannered for such a big, burly man. By the end of the meal, Ginger felt comfortable with Jake and was surprised to find that she was actually enjoying his company.
They chatted easily about lots of things, and Ginger found the big man witty and charming. He even helped her clear away the dinner dishes and insisted on helping her load them into the dishwasher.
"I hope you don't mind me speaking bluntly, Ginger," he said as she closed the dishwasher on the last of the dishes. "I have to say that Walt must be nuts leaving such a lovely girl alone at night."
Ginger smiled from the compliment and blushed slightly. "Walt is very ambitious, Mr. Simmons," she said softly.
"Yes, I've noticed," Jake said. "I'm just shocked that he's married to a girl as pretty as you. Most men recently married can't wait to clock out and rush home to their brides. I just assumed Walt didn't have much to rush home for. Boy, was I wrong."
"You're sweet," Ginger said, her blush deepening.
"I've embarrassed you," he said quickly. "I'm sorry."
He touched her arm and Ginger trembled slightly. Her pulse quickened as a flurry of sexual tension fluttered through her. Her expression must have revealed this to Jake as he cleared his throat and moved his hand away from her arm.
There wasn't a sound in the kitchen and Ginger felt warm. Her knees trembled and she braced herself against the counter. This is crazy, she immediately told herself. Jake is old enough to be my father! Besides, I've just met the man!
The thoughts blazed through her mind even as she remembered how she had recently accompanied two total strangers to their hotel room for an afternoon of wild fucking and sucking. She went dizzy as she recalled the wild episode with her brother-in-law and the lesbo adventure with Sally and Maggie.
She peered into Jake's expressive eyes and tried to speak. A soft whimper came out her lips and she couldn't find the strength to look away. Their eyes riveted on each other and Ginger sensed Jake was feeling similar emotions and thinking similar thoughts.
She blinked and felt herself almost faint just as he moved against her and placed his arms around her slender waist. They didn't need words. Their expressions said it all. Momentarily their lips met and they kissed tenderly.
As his lips covered hers, he eased his tongue into her mouth and probed the warmth. Ginger responded automatically and passionately. She molded herself against Jake's hard, strong body and felt a cozy security that was completely new to her.
Wordlessly, they escorted each other out of the kitchen and strolled arm-in-arm toward the bedroom. As she expected, Jake took charge from the beginning. He guided her to the bed and held her arm as she sat on the edge of the mattress. Still in silence, Jake gently lifted her pullover blouse up and off. She offered no protest when he unhooked her bra and pulled it off her big tits. Once she was naked from the waist up, he sat beside her, slipped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her gaping, moist lips.
He continued to kiss her as his hands covered her exposed tits. His fingers fluttered over her stiffening nipples, setting off electric-like sparks throughout her mammoth tits.
Ginger groaned in open passion as she began unbuttoning Jake's shirt. He broke off the kiss long enough to pull his arms out of his shirt sleeves, then eagerly pressed his mouth over hers. "Oh, Jake!" she gasped softly.
Her nipples were on fire and felt very hard. She wanted him to suck them and tease them with his lips and teeth, but she realized Jake would be calling the shots.
Her senses sang as this man stroked her passion into a surging hunger. He moved with catlike grace and speed as he lay back on the bed, picked her up by the waist and lifted her over his body. His hands slipped under her skirt and he effortlessly gripped her panties and tugged them down off her long legs. She squeezed her thighs together, helping him as he slipped the panties off her feet.
Her fingers flew over his belt buckle and then the zipper of his pants. He lifted his hips, allowing her to yank down his slacks and shorts in the same motion. Every movement seemed precise and practiced and automatic. It was the most natural thing and words were not needed.
Ginger gave herself to the moment, her instincts well prepared for this intimate coupling. She knelt between his feet and slowly removed his shoes and socks. When he was naked, she crawled up over his body and her tits touched his hairy chest.
He closed his arms around her neck and pulled her mouth down to his. Then he explored her ears and neck with his tongue, tickling her senses and thrilling her desires. Her clit twitched into horny awareness and her cunt dampened. Intense heat filled her pussytunnel as her cunt walls spasmed in anticipation.
He took her right hand and moved it down to his hard prick. She closed her fingers around the thick cockshaft and sighed. She explored the size and shape and determined that Jake's cock was as nice as the rest of him.
As she squeezed and caressed his cock, Jake began nibbling his way down her shoulders and upper chest to her tits. His cock leaped in her hand as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across the trapped nipple, then sucked half of her tit-melon between his lips.
Ginger shuddered as Jake traced his moist lips from one tit to the other. He once again sucked on her tit-flesh, but this time adding some pressure and making it hurt. The pain excited her, jolting her senses into alertness. The sudden shift from gentleness to aggressiveness thrilled her. Her nipple grew in his mouth and she responded by tightening her grip on his cock.
He used one hand to stroke her ass and knead the flawless rounded flesh. Her skirt hid his exploring hand and added to the excitement of the moment.
She breathed rapidly and shallowly, her tits rising and falling under his lips and tongue and teeth. She wiggled her ass from side to side and closed her legs around his waist. She felt the heat radiate from his crotch as her pussy hovered just above his swollen fuck-knob.
Suddenly, squeezing his fingers into her asscheeks, he rolled over on top of her and swiftly unzipped and removed her skirt. He admired her naked body for long seconds before leaning down and licking her tits. Ginger moaned as his tongue whipped both of her nipples.
Arching her ass up off the bed, she pressed her pussy against his cockhead. He ground the engorged fuck-knob against her slit and mashed it into her clit.
The moment was magic for Ginger. She gave herself over to her need and became totally lost in her lust and desire. She knew that she needed this man's cock inside her pussy. She wanted his prick to fill her fuck-tunnel and calm the passion flooding through her. Anxiously, she longed for him to plunge his cock deep into her pussy and fulfill her womanly desires.
Jake continued to torture her passion by rubbing his fingertips over her cunt . At intervals his balls slapped her inner thighs as he stroked her engorged clit with the tip of his cockdome.
He kissed his way down the lush globes of her tits and ran his tongue across her navel. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and tongued her all over. He swabbed her cunt -bush with his tongue, making Ginger squeal out her ecstasy. Then, frantically, she reached for his cock and silently begged him to fuck her.
She jerked her ass and hips in a frenzy as he sucked her pussy. When he tongued her clit, she thrust herself at him, pressing her snatch against his face. An orgasm shook her pussy and glistened his mouth, nose and chin with her warm nectar.
When the spasms of her climax calmed, Jake moved up slowly until his prick was positioned over her face. The invitation thrilled Ginger as she grasped his hips and guided his cock into her eager mouth. She traced the tip of her tongue over the veined cockshaft, swirling it up and down the underside of his prickmeat. She breathed in the manly aroma and taste of his prick.
She held his cock firmly with one hand and fed it into her mouth. She nursed on his cockhead, amazed by how huge it seemed stuffed inside her hot mouth. She twisted her head, sliding her lips around on his cockshaft, enabling her to suck on his cock from every possible angle. She palmed his meaty balls and delighted at the heaviness of them as they bounced lightly against her opened hand.
She drooled incessantly, bathing his cock and balls with her saliva even as her pussy drooled with its own brand of juice. Her womanly pride swelled when she heard Jake groan in pleasure as she sucked more and more of his prickshaft into her mouth.
She flicked her tongue rapidly over his pissslit while she gripped the fat base of his prickshaft. Her fingers barely encircled the thick cockroot, but she loved the challenge of holding the cockmeat steady as it leaped and twitched against her fingers.
Her tickling, polishing tongue finally got to him and Jake suddenly thrust forward. He rammed his prickhead down her throat but Ginger didn't flinch. One thing she had learned from Walt was how to take a hard-stroking prick all the way into her mouth. She welcomed this opportunity to have Jake fuck her face as hard as he liked. She could think of no better way to show a man what a good lover she was.
"I've got to fuck your cunt ," Jake finally croaked.
She teased him by clamping her lips tightly around the root of his cockshaft. As he pulled, she slowly allowed the moist ring of her lips to slide down to the bulbous crown of his prickmeat. He flashed a wide grin as he finally managed to free his prick from her lips.
Then, a moment later, Jake thrust his cock into her cunt hole. The penetration was abrupt and swift. It took Ginger's breath away. His cock plugged her pussy completely and she immediately began to gyrate her ass in rhythm with his fuck-strokes. She brought her legs up around his hips and locked her ankles just above his ass.
"Oh, yes, lover!" Ginger sighed. "Give it to me! Fuck me hard and deep! Make me feel like a woman again! Make me come with your big cock!"
Her lust-scratchy voice sounded strange amid the other sounds of passion. The bed swayed beneath them as Jake plowed his cock in and out of her receptive cunt hole.
For Ginger the thrills were unmatched. Her pussy shuddered and convulsed as it sucked on Jake's driving prick. She panted and shouted as the ecstasy built and built. And still Jake increased the tempo of his fuck-strokes, pounding his cockmeat into her pussy in a wild frenzy.
Ginger thrashed beneath her lover, clawing urgently at his powerful shoulders and back, digging her fingernails into his skin while gripping his pistoning waist and hips with her interlocked ankles. Her juicy cunt canal made sloshing sounds as his prick dipped in and out, nailing the core of her feminine being with mighty thrusts.
His pulpy come blasted into her womb suddenly. He grunted and heaved his cock once more all the way into her pussy. Then his prick sprayed foamy spunk inside her.
Ginger yelled as her own climax exploded. Her body jerked and twisted beneath her lover while her greedy pussy sucked him dry.
She clung to him, secure under his weight. His cock remained stuffed inside her cunt hole, bonding them together long after the last of his jizz had oozed into her spasming cunt hole.
"Well, Ginger, I told you to be nice to the boss, but don't you think this went a little beyond the call of duty?" Walt's voice sounded from the bedroom doorway.
His deep voice knifed straight to Ginger's bones, chilling her. She-gasped just as Jake stiffened above her and started to roll away.
"Hey, you two don't let me stop you," Walt said, his cold tone laced with sarcasm. "Just let me know when you're finished with the bed. I could use some sleep."
Walt left the room before Ginger could find her voice. By then it was Jake who did the talking. He tried to calm her, then left, promising to explain things to Walt.
Ginger stayed in the bedroom. All alone.
CHAPTER TEN
Ginger stayed in the bedroom all night, afraid to venture out and confront Walt. She listened for sounds of him leaving the house until she drifted off to sleep. The next morning she found Walt waiting for her in the kitchen.
She had practiced a little speech throughout most of the night, but now the words escaped her. She cleared her throat nervously as her eyes searched his face.
"I thought you'd already be at work," she said finally.
He shook his head. He glared hard at her, masking his mood until he stepped up to her and grabbed her arms. "I'm taking the day off, and so are you," he rasped. "Now get your ass back in the bedroom. Take off this damn robe. I want you naked when you suck my cock." His harsh words struck a responsive cord inside her. Ginger obeyed him, moving swiftly, her heart racing. She had just climbed onto the bed when Walt entered the room. He stripped slowly as his eyes wandered over her ripe nakedness.
"I saw what a good job you did for Jake last night," he hissed. "You better do just as well for me right now."
There was no mistaking the menacing tone of his words. Icy fear pulsed through Ginger even as she experienced a flicker of wanton desire. She had always loved it when Walt played a stern, masterful role with her. But now, Ginger realized, Walt wasn't playing a role. There was real anger underlining his expression and his tone.
"Suck it good, slut," he ordered as he stepped naked up to the bed and thrust his stiff cock toward her mouth. "Show me that you're still worth the trouble you give me. Show me, bitch."
Ginger trembled and her hand shook as she reached out to delicately fondle his throbbing fuckmeat. He abruptly slapped her hand away, startling her and causing her to gasp.
"Use your mouth!" he raged. "Pay attention. If I wanted you to jack me off, I'd have told you."
She reacted quickly. She leaned forward and sucked her husband's cockhead between her lips while blinking up at him. He gazed down at her with a wicked sneer and Ginger felt the excitement flame inside her.
She sucked more of his prick into her mouth and struggled to breathe. She uttered a muffled squeal as he suddenly clutched her long dark hair and twisted her head, forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth.
"Now you're getting into it," he growled. "That's more like it."
Ginger worked more of his prick into her mouth and flushed with excitement. His rough man-handling was turning her on and Ginger moaned with pleasure. When Walt dominated her, Ginger's pussy burned and dampened with desire. Her lust pulsed inside her and she knew that her life would be forever empty if Walt ever decided to divorce her.
He fucked her mouth with fierce strokes, pumping his prick faster and harder in and out of her rounded lips. Her mounting arousal seemed to match the increasing intensity of his fucking.
"Now that you're busy, I'll tell you a little secret," Walt rasped, tugging on her hair. "Watching you and Jake last night sort of turned me on. Made me forget about work. Then it pissed me off because I really saw what I was missing." He grunted as he shoved his prick violently down her throat and left it there, making her gag. "Old Jake talked real fast when he left you. He knew I was about to lay him out. But deep down I knew he was right when he told me I was partly to blame for ignoring you."
Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of her mouth and ordered her to suck his balls. She didn't hesitate as she lowered her head and started tonguing his balls. Her pussy was hot and wet and her clit was hard. She craved having his cock rammed deep inside her cunt canal, but she dared not voice her desire. She knew Walt was on a tightrope, balancing himself between outrage at her cheating and lewd excitement from spying the erotic scene.
She twisted around on the edge of the bed as she sucked on her husband's balls. Then he jerked her hair and wordlessly directed her mouth back to his engorged cockhead. She bobbed her head forward and backward and worked her throat muscles over half his cockmeat.
Walt held her head and forced her to stop moving. Then he thrust his cock all the way between her lips. His spongy prickknob nudged her windpipe and she gagged.
Ginger recovered quickly, finding great joy in pleasing her man. He loved this rough action and she did too. With that much in common, Ginger once again wondered how their marriage could fail. If Walt was really convinced she was worth fucking regularly and spending more time with, she was sure things could change between them.
Impulsively, Ginger cupped his balls in her hands while sucking on his prick. His nuts were swollen and heavy with jism. Excitement swelled inside her as Ginger cradled the male eggs in her hands. She heard Walt groan and she knew she was performing up to his expectations.
"That's enough!" he snapped, releasing his grip on her hair. "Stretch out and spread 'em for me."
Her heart leaped and she obeyed his command. This is what she needed. She couldn't wait for him to fuck her pussy. Quickly she rested on her back and spread her thighs. She couldn't help touching her steamy cunt . God, how she ached for a fierce fucking!
An evil sneer spread over his lips as Walt crouched between her legs and sat back on his haunches.
"Turn over," he said softly.
She blinked. "Oh, darling, please fuck me now," she sighed. "Just give it to me. Ram your lovely prick into my pussy. Please, darling. I want you so!"
He hovered over her, his sneer etched across his face. "I said to turn over, Ginger. Don't make me repeat it a third time."
Pouting, she obeyed him. She flopped over onto her belly as Walt crouched behind her and slapped her ass. He leaned over her back and gave her ass another resounding swat.
Ginger gasped, then squealed. She squirmed, unconsciously offering her ass up for more spanking. The unexpected kinky touch thrilled her.
Then, he shocked her again. He leaned down and gently kissed the back of her neck. She felt his hard cock throb against her ass.
"I wasn't bull-shitting about getting turned on while watching you and Jake fuck last night," he whispered, his tone becoming suddenly sensual and tender. "I might want to do some more watching. We're going to make some changes, baby. Count on it."
"Oh, Walt! I love you so much," she cooed as she raised her head and glanced back at him. "I'll do anything you say."
He smirked and rubbed his prick up and down her asscrack. "I'm even thinking about pairing you with some other guys," he said. "Jake puts on a great show with you, but I think I'd like a little variety."
Ginger didn't bother to reply. His words thrilled her almost as much as what his prick was doing to her sensitive ass and cunt . She held herself still as he shoved the swollen head of his prick into her hot, convulsing pussy. Her cunt pulsated with excitement as she imagined fucking different guys while Walt watched.
Suddenly, Walt's prickhead popped into her wet pussy socket. Her cunt creamed around his cockknob and she sobbed her ecstasy.
"Oh, yes, Walt!" she shrieked. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"
He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against him. With a sudden thrust he plowed every inch of his fuckmeat into her churning cunt channel. They both howled as his cock plugged her pussytunnel.
Instinctively, Ginger wiggled her hips, enabling Walt to fuck her deeply. He humped forward, then jerked his cock out. He repeated the deep fuck-stroke, then gradually picked up the pace of the passionate fucking. His meaty balls slapped against her upturned legs, adding to her excitement and joy.
Animal grunts blasted from her throat as she arched her back and pumped her pussy against his pounding prick. Heat raged in the depths of her cunt hole as her pussywalls flexed around his invading cockpole.
"Aaaahhhhh! What a fabulous fuck!" Ginger yelled. "Ooohhhh, yes, yes, yyyeeeesss, baby! Keep fucking girl!"
Ginger's cries and moans became steadily more intense as Walt fucked into her sucking pussy in fast, savage strokes. She answered every violent fucking motion of his with a backward push, impaling herself on his pistoning cock. Her cunt muscles twitched wildly as the sensations overwhelmed her. She savored the pure physical pleasure from head to toe.
She groaned a throaty growl as her orgasm jarred her pussy and vibrated throughout her body. Then, just at the highest level of her ecstasy, Walt jerked his prick from her spasming pussyhole and drilled the nectar-glazed cockmeat straight into her puckered ass.
She squealed as her body tensed and arched. Walt's powerful fuck-strokes nailed her completely. His lubed prick sliced neatly into her asshole and she briefly feared his bloated cock would split her in two.
He didn't stop until his cock was totally buried inside the buttery depths of her ass. She shrieked continuously as intense shudders rocked her body. His cock lodged inside her asshole, creating a fiery feeling that immediately inflamed her pussy. The brutal butt-fucking was making her cunt sizzle! Her nerves were so taut, they felt like strings ready to snap. And as Walt withdrew his prick and rammed it back into her, her body erupted in orgasmic bliss. She squealed a wail of joy as Walt bellowed his own pleasure.
"Oh, my God!" she babbled. "I can't stop coming! Ooohhhh! It's fantastic!"
Walt continued to hunch against his wife with incredible balls-deep fuck-strokes. Her clinging shit-chute gripped his penetrating cock as he plowed it in and out of her. Then, abruptly, he emptied his hot load of come into her bowels.
Her cunt clenched as her asshole spasmed, sucking up every drop of his jism. The tight ring of her assmuscles choked his spitting prick like a cruel vise, draining him.
He fell forward on top of her, gasping for breath. Ginger savored his warmth as her butthole involuntarily flexed around his imbedded prick. She moaned with delight and wished the erotic moment would freeze in time. It was wonderful having her husband so intimately locked to her.
Eventually, he stirred and freed his cock from her ass. He rolled over and rested beside her. Ginger smiled as she moved over and began lightly kissing his manly tits. She twirled her tongue over the smallish nipples, tickling them while purring like a kitten.
"I was afraid you'd leave me after last night," Ginger whispered. "At the very least, I was afraid you'd fight Jake and lose your job."
He chuckled and stroked her silky, dark hair. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked in last night. I heard you two from the backdoor. You were moaning and screaming and the bed sounded like it was being bounced off the frame."
"We were really that loud?" Ginger asked.
"Mmmmm. Old Jake was really banging it to you," Walt said. "I stood in the doorway for maybe ten minutes watching him fuck you. And watching you love every minute of it. Your sexy body was shaking all over. Shit, I got a hard-on you wouldn't believe. I wanted to beat my meat."
Ginger snickered. "Oh no you don't, mister. You've got me to do that kind of work. Don't you ever forget it."
They laughed happily as he grabbed her, pulled her up and pressed his lips over hers. He drove his tongue between her lips, and Ginger eagerly sucked on it. This was better than their honeymoon!
Eventually they left the bed and showered together. Ginger lovingly lathered his cock and balls with soap and he cleaned her, paying special attention to her bushy cunt and huge, shapely tits. They shared a leisurely lunch, then returned to the bedroom. Walt brought a bottle of champagne along and made a show of uncorking the last souvenir of their honeymoon.
"To our second honeymoon," he said, holding the foaming bottle aloft as she giggled excitedly.
He gulped at the wine and handed her the bottle. She swallowed some and jumped into bed. He jumped in after her and they jostled and laughed as they each took turns swigging at the bottle.
"Man, that's good," he chuckled. "Almost as good as your pussy."
"Oh?" she teased. She tipped the bottle and dripped some of the wine over her snatch. "Now, sir, you can have the best of both flavors."
He roared with laughter as he wrestled the bottle from her grasp and dumped half of the wine over her pussy. "This is called getting drunk on love," he chuckled as she yelped and writhed on the soggy bed.
He placed the bottle on the nightstand and quickly pushed his head between her legs. She instantly brought her legs up, then let her knees separate, crudely exposing the glistening, pink meat of her pussy. He scrambled forward and nuzzled his mouth and nose against her champagne-wet pussy. Ginger howled with pleasure and giggled lusty, throaty chuckles as her man rooted around on her cunt .
The cool liquid almost sizzled as it dribbled down over her smoldering pussy. Then, Walt mashed his handsome face into Ginger's cunt and lapped up the wine and her sticky pussy tissues.
Ginger squealed with joy as her husband hungrily licked and sucked on her juicy pussy. His tongue rasped up and down her slit, occasionally touching her swollen clit. She yelped and whimpered, loving the erotic pussy-lapping.
"Does it taste good, darling?" she cooed, closing her thighs around his head and humping her cunt up against his face.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned, flicking his tongue across her shuddering membranes.
Ginger gave herself to the delightful feelings. She squealed, soon lost in a delirium of lust as Walt's mouth fastened on the sensitive lump of her clit. He clamped his lips around the shivering little button, then bit down gently with his teeth. Ginger went wild! She thrashed and contorted, rocking the bed beneath them.
Her pussy convulsed as vibrating ecstasy pulsed throughout her pussy. Her cunt cream mingled with the wine, and the pleasant scent reached her nose. She envied Walt at that moment and listened to his happy groans as his gluttonously slurped up her oozing nectar.
Then, he plunged his tongue into her cunt hole, and her whole body tensed. She arched her back, surrendering her pussy completely to the attack of his stiffened tongue. His lips nibbled on the hairy, puffy lips of her cunt as his tongue drilled deeply into her shuddering pussy cavity. Another violent climax rattled her senses and sent a gushing stream of pussy juice into his mouth.
"Oh, God, Walt I need more!" Ginger hissed. "Please, oh please, baby. Fuck me! Make me remember what a great lover you are!"
Walt left the tasty morsel of his wife's pussy and pulled himself up. Ginger lay still, watching him through passion-glazed eyes. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she ached for his cock to give her the royal fucking she so desperately needed.
Walt wedged himself between her wide-spread thighs and rested the plump head of his cock at the juicy opening of her fuckhole. She groaned and arched her hips, trying to force his prick into the convulsing void of her pussy.
With a loud, satisfied moan, Walt drove his prick into her with a single, clean fuck-stroke, burying his surging cock to the hilt in her cunt . Ginger shrieked at the shocking invasion of her pussy and shuddered wildly.
Walt's prick pounded into her cunt , making wet, slurping sounds as he eagerly fucked her. Then, he grabbed her ass and squeezed the satiny flesh as he nailed her pussyhole. His breath rasped from his throat and matched Ginger's lusty wails.
"Yes, yes, yyyyyeeeesss!" she bellowed, heaving her ass up and down on the bed, meeting each fuck-thrust of his prick, and loving every precious second of her husband's lovemaking. "Fuck me, darling! Give me every inch of your wonderful cock!"
Ginger felt a hot glob of exquisite sensation flood her wet, spasming pussy. Her cunt trembled as it gripped her husband's pistoning prick. He grunted and she shrieked, both lost in their own private world of ecstasy. Then, as the ecstasy spilled from them both and blended together as one, sealing them in the most intimate of bonds. Their faces reflected their mutual joy and love.
In the next second, Walt's cock trembled inside Ginger and he blasted a rich, pulpy load of jism into her womb. She wrapped her legs around his waist and screamed a hoarse cry of passion. Her pussy exploded in a swift gush of juice as rippling waves of orgasmic fire spread through her body.
The quivering in her arms and legs equalled the glorious vibrations whipping throughout her cunt . She savored the feeling of Walt's leaping fuckmeat clogged inside her. Then she went limp and began sobbing both tears of happiness and satisfaction.
"We're gonna make it, Walt!" she breathed. "We're gonna make it just fine!"
"You bet, sweetie," he gasped, burying his face between her huge tits. "As long as we've got each other, we've got everything."
Ginger sighed as she feasted on the happiness engulfing her. Her pussy spasmed around her man's cock and she grinned wantonly. This was one honeymoon she wanted to last forever.
