Penny Driscoll - Sister_s husband

"I… Ooooh… Mr. Carroll…!" Ginnie writhed slowly between Jim's scissoring legs, swaying back and forth on her knees as Jim applied steady pressure to her breasts that made her feel tingly all over with excitement.

"I… I… want to be friends!"

"Friends!" Jim spat out, outraged at the word in the young girl's mouth. His mind snapped back to the night that he'd listened to the word on his wife's lips… their wedding night… practically the last time he'd touched her… really touched her! Since then, their lovemaking had been confined to occasional quick hops atop her… when she would allow that!

He thought back… back to his wedding night…

"I… I want you to treat me like… like a friend, Jim… not like some… some cheap little whore that you picked up!" Kay Carroll lay naked and trembling beneath the sheet of their marital bed. Tears streamed down her face, and Jim shook with anger as he listened to her and watched her solemn face. It was certainly a far cry from what he had expected his wedding night to be! Perhaps he had been a little rough… but Christ, she'd been lying there in the flimsy negligee and he'd come into the room from the bathroom and seen the naked hair-lined split between her legs right through the transparent material. He had to do something fast before the heavenly vision of her disappeared. So… he hadn't waited or led up to it with a lot of foreplay like all those sex magazine and articles were always talking about… Christ! He'd been waiting for her for so long that he just couldn't take the strain of seeing her almost too perfect body lying there just waiting for him to make love to it! The idea that she was legally his and that he had every right to touch her after all those frustrating months of dating had driven him out of his mind, and he had been certain that she, too, would respond in kind once the proverbial knot was tied. Little had he dreamed it would turn out to be such a disappointment… for both of them, for Jim knew that his wife was still bitter about that first night! And it had, in fact, ruined their entire sex life to this very moment!

His moment when he was pawing the delicious breasts of the little number in front of him… and he'd do a helluva more than that too, before he was through with Ginnie Reordon!

"I… I… mean… I really dig you Mr. Carroll… I have ever since you came over to the house that day to borrow my daddy's snow-plow that time we had the big storm last winter!"

Kay, too, had really liked him from the first time she'd laid eyes on him, or so she'd told him, and it had been mutual. He'd known right away that Kay was the kind of girl he could marry. Then, she'd been just slightly older than little Ginnie, and he'd just gotten to go ahead at the bank, knowing that he could go far there and make a real career for himself in the small town. It had been perfect, until their wedding night. He could still remember seeing her lying there on the bed from his position in the doorway. He had only seen her before in a bathing suit… a bikini at that, but nothing compared to the beautiful clarity of her nakedness beneath the thin material of her gown…

"You… you're hurting me… Mr. Carroll… my breasts!" But Ginnie seemed to be liking it anyway, and Jim suddenly lifted the young girl up from her kneeling position, then returned his hands to her breasts and pressed his face between the warm curvaceous globes of creamy flesh.

His tongue snaked out, and he began to lick the fat, little protrusions of Ginnie's nipples, and then he sucked the dark, rosy warm flesh into his mouth, alternating between the two large buds and creating loud, wet noises that exploded throughout his sedately decorated bank office. Her small trembling body ground against his, and he closed his legs to squeeze her closer to his impatiently pulsating cock…

It had been a little like that with Kay when he first saw her tiny rising nipples and the soft triangle of her blonde pubic hair nestling so snugly down between her white thighs. And no one had ever touched her before! He could remember her Mona Lisa-like smile… that seemed to taunt him and urge him on… an open invitation. "Come and get me… I'm yours!" she'd seemed to be saying, and he had lunged forward, just reached out for her, with a low moan that escaped his throat in spite of himself. Without even taking off his pajamas he'd ripped away her expensive bridal negligee and had almost gone mad with the sight of her nakedly trembling beneath it. Greedily he had run his hands over her lush contours, feeling her resistance, but unable to stop himself as he kneaded the soft, ripe succulence of her breasts almost as cruelly as he now bit and sucked at little Ginnie Reordon's. He'd heard her crying out, calling his name over and over again, horror in her voice as he handled her roughly, ignoring her pleas. Before he took her he wanted to do just one thing – pay homage to her pussy by kissing it – and Kay had seemed to sense what he was after, pulling at his hair and holding his head up each time he tried to move it down along the squirming surface of her virginal belly.

"Oh… I can't stand it any more. Mr. Carroll… Let me feel your cock!"

The lewd words in Ginnie Reordon's mouth brought Jim rudely back to the present, and to his delight, he felt her quick, deft fingers working at his fly, pulling the zipper down and releasing the hardness of his massive beet-red prick. Ginnie's fingers closed around the blood-filled rod of flesh, and Jim gasped with pleasure as the young girl expertly pulled down on the thickness of the foreskin, releasing the sensitive surface of his cock-head to the cool air of the bank. "That's it!" he cried, "That's it!" He suddenly knew what he would do with this little creature who had tormented him so many times by coming to his office with all kinds of stories. His face flushed as he felt her manipulating his cock as though she did it every day. This girl had experience, he told himself, and he was going to get the benefit of some of it!

Jim brought his hands down to her thighs and began to bunch the material of her tight little skirt upward, letting it rise until he had reached her sleek upper thighs which were nakedly warm to the touch. She wore calf high socks, and there was nothing else but smooth skin… until the little panties that Jim sought out eagerly. His fingers were moving, inching forward, then hesitating, as if he did not want to find what he knew was there. A tight little seventeen year-old pussy just waiting for his fingers! He found the tight elastic leg band just at the smoothest, most secret area of her inner thigh and wormed his outstretched middle finger up underneath it. The thin material of Ginnie's panties was already soaking wet, and the heat of her inner "vee" warmed his invading finger as it inched upward to touch the first, softly curling pubic hairs. She squirmed eagerly around, and his finger came into sudden contact with the long split that separated the small, puffy hair-covered lips of her blushing young cunt.

"Aaaah!" she cried, "Ah… yes… yes… touch me there!" She moved about over his finger, suddenly flicking her hips back and forth over it with an obscene fucking motion, and Jim moved the thickness of his middle finger deep into the ragged pink flanges of her warmly impatient cunt. Ginnie began to moan loudly, and Jim cautioned her to keep her voice down as his fingers slid higher up into the tight area of her little pussy, slithering back and forth, pausing only to flick at the pointed tip of her gleaming little clitoris and to hear her moan and feel her entire body tremble violently against him. Then abruptly he stopped. Hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, he peeled them suddenly down to mid-thigh, exposing the full "vee" of her secret genitals to his gaze.