Chapter 4

Kay had instructed the cab to let her off at the corner, and now she was walking through a light snow, up the winding walk of Turnabout Lane. With each step that she took she told herself to turn back. It almost seemed better not to know. A horrid sick feeling filled her being as she struggled against the wet snow, turning up her fur coat collar and trying to avoid being struck in the face by it.

Her small gold wrist watch read exactly 10:30... that was the time the mysterious voice had specified. With a self- conscious uncertainty she began to look at the house numbers. She was almost beginning to think that there was no such number... that the whole thing was just a silly prank cooked up by a bunch of kids. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned the corner. Some of the house numbers were very difficult to read for one could hardly see them! True, Jim had called and had acted very strange on the phone today, telling her that he was going out to dinner with a colleague in the neighboring town of Stewart Falls... and she had felt instantly that he was lying. Now she wasn't so sure. If the number was fictitious, then her husband Jim might be in Stewart Falls restaurant right now! Then, just as her hopes had risen, they were suddenly plunged downward. There before her was a large, imposing mansion of a house, set in from the road, with brick steps leading upward to the white door-front. She almost turned and ran, but something urged her on, and she found herself moving stealthily up the steps. She was glad that she had worn her dark mink coat. It would make it harder for her to be seen. She put up the hood to hide her golden hair, and then slipped around to the right side of the house.

She felt a steely will motivating her, pushing her... something inside of her pushing her toward the window she could see ahead of her... the one that surely must be the correct one! She had to find out now... it was too late to turn back! She knew that she risked being discovered, and perhaps even arrested for snooping around this posh neighborhood, but it no longer really mattered. She had to know if her husband was in that house... if her husband was behind that window. Biting her lower lip hard, she grasped the edge of the window-sill, pulling herself up slightly on tip-toe so that she could see over the high ledge. There were no lights on inside, but the moon came from behind the clouds and shone over her shoulder illuminating the scene.

Jim wormed his heatedly wildly throbbing cock up between the young girl's nakedly spread legs, his pounding hardness expanding more and more as he responded to Ginnie's lewd encouragement. He answered her urgent requests with powerful thrusts into her willingly wide-held loins, gaining more and more momentum as the rapture of his young tormentor's desire overwhelmed him. His mouth wetly locked on hers, he scraped his naked chest back and forth over her tender, quivering breasts, feeling their nipple points hard and excited beneath him. Loud mewling noises of undeniable pleasure came from her throat as his giant piston continued to widen her tightly clasping cuntal shaft. They writhed obscenely together, her hot young cunt nibbling at his thick pulsing penis as though she wanted to devour it. Beneath him, Jim could see the 17 year-old girl's lovely face growing more and more wanton as her passion increased. Her neck strained and her long auburn hair became a tangled mass as her head flailed to and fro. It was good... very good! The best fuck ever-for both of them!

From his vantage point Winthrop Morgan could see quite clearly. He did not even bother to hide himself now, since he knew that neither his young friend Ginnie nor the rising young town banker cared about him being there. They were too caught up in each other. An earthquake wouldn't have disturbed them now! He could see Ginnie's pink bearded little pussy swallowing up Jim's long hard cock, even see her crinkled little anus spread wide and puckering like a feeding fish's mouth beneath the other man's slapping testicles. He clasped his own eagerly longing cock in his hand and began to imagine how it would be when he joined them. Back and forth his foreskin slipped over his long hardness as he moved closer to their nakedly writhing bodies. He could imagine his own thickly impatient cock sliding into Ginnie's sweet baby cunt... her moist, hot pussy walls would cling to it and it would feel... wonderful!

Slowly he advanced upon the copulating couple. He hoped that Jim Carroll wouldn't mind him horning in on the act, but then the younger man really had no choice. After all, he was a guest in his house, and it looked as if he was bent on fucking little Ginnie, no matter what. Encouraged by these thoughts, he insinuated his bulky form beside them on the bed, chuckling mirthfully to himself as Jim paused in mid action, his big churning cock half way out of Ginnie's wildly thrashing little pussy. The wonderful odor of wet sex met Morgan's flaring nostrils as he spoke, "Don't mind me folks... just go right on with what you are doing!"

He thought he heard Jim growl something, but then the younger man loudly moaned as the teenage girl hungrily pulled him forward into her cunt again.

"OOOOOOOOOH!" she groaned. "OOOOOHHH GOOOOOOD! OH GOD... OH GOD!" Ginnie was conscious of Morgan's presence beside her, and even though she was lost in a lustful world where only she and Jim Carroll were important, she felt a distinct annoyance. The older man had promised to stay out of it! She pushed her legs a bit against Jim's back and looked up beseechingly, trying to give Morgan the message that they did not want to be bothered. But Jim decided to break communication between the girl and the bank president, so he pulled her over onto her side where she lay with her back toward Morgan... and in this new position their steaming genitals were attached as though they could never come apart again. Jim's long hot cock slithered swiftly up, higher and higher into her openly defenseless cunt, striking a new place inside of her that set delicious spasms of desire ringing through her tormented pussy.

"Ginnie, gonna fuck you sooo good!" he mouthed between her lips. His lust-hardened shaft was swollen and engorged from the wet, clinging channel of her raging pussy, and he forgot all about Winthrop Morgan on the bed beside them.

Meanwhile, the bank president was not to be so easily put off. He was horny as hell, just watching the two young people go at it, and he intended to remedy that situation.

Before him the long nakedly gleaming length of Ginnie's shapely back trembled and swayed, and below this the quivering mounds of her buttocks glimmered in the fluctuating moonlight... plunging him deeper into a consuming passion. The wind blew the dark branches of fir trees outside the window creating weird shadows along the whiteness of the teenager's smooth skin, and Morgan could not resist cupping the two warmly rounded orbs in his two hands. Impulsively, he snuggled up against her spine. He moved down a bit, and let his heatedly throbbing cock rest up between the smooth, lightly clenching crevice that separated her cream white nether cheeks. Suddenly he realized what he was going to do. It was a splendid idea, he realized, as he grunted with pleasure. Jim's forward thrusts into Ginnie's streaming cunt, pushed her curvaceous young body back against him, thereby forcing the short excited length of his cock deeper into the crevice of the girl's softly yielding buttocks. Quickly, without changing his position, he stretched his arm over for the drawer of the little bedside table. Inside, his fingers searched and found the jar of water-base petroleum jelly. Working rapidly now, he took a glob of the clear grease and smeared it over the head of his lust-swollen penis. He placed a second glob in the anal crevice of the wantonly writhing teenage girl and, without her being aware of what he was doing, worked the slippery lubricant into her tightly puckered little anus.

Ginnie was aware of the older banker's presence back there, his sliding hot cock nudging between her spread buttocks, but she could not relinquish the delightful pleasure of Jim's long hardened flesh fucking up into her overheated vagina. The great heat of his hard body against her, his strong muscular arms holding her, extracting wails of pleasure from her lips as he entered her spread cuntal lips powerfully... each magnificent stroke counted toward an orgasm that would not be long in coming. As the moments passed, she could sometimes ignore the presence behind her, but then a few seconds later she would feel her tender buttocks being stretched wider apart by their millionaire host, and the surprisingly slippery, pulsating tip of his penis would tease at the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. The pressure of the older man's hotly throbbing cock increased... and increased. Abruptly she knew what he was trying to do!

"OOOOOOOOH WINNIE NOOOOOOO!" she groaned into Jim's mouth. But it was too late! Winthrop Morgan clasped his arms around her waist from behind, his arms encountering Jim's as they circled the other way. Shocked, the young banker moved his hands downward to Ginnie's slender young hips, and he heard her cry out, her entire body shivering and quaking forward against him, creating a wonderful sensation against his outrageously swollen cock. Ginnie felt the tightly resisting muscles of her anal ring suddenly pop open and slip warmly over the smooth greased head of Morgan's thickened pole of flesh, involuntarily sucking it up inside the tightly clenched walls of her back passage. The older banker's massively beating cock pushed cruelly into the naked split of her behind, never pausing for a moment on its lubricated upward journey as it sought to slip all the way up inside the warm confines of her little rectum. The relentlessly burrowing and worming head split the small opening wide, stretching it beyond all endurance, ramming ever forward as it made its insistent penetration.

In great and searing pain, Ginnie jerked forward. She thought she was being ripped in two back there! She had never felt anything like it in her entire life. A few times men had slid their fingers into her rectum, but never anything as big as Winthrop Morgan's cock! The big thick pole that still churned in her vagina met the unwanted elongated shaft that ground ceaselessly in her rectum, and she could feel the friction of the two male instruments rubbing against each other, only a thin partition separating them inside her! COULD SHE TAKE IT? She groaned in anguish, holding onto Jim's shoulders in front of her, clinging tightly and grinding her teeth in pain. Her nakedly wide-spread ass cheeks were being harshly separated, her backside was ceaselessly filled... she was being impaled from both sides, and she struggled weakly to get away.