This is the first of a three chapter series. For continuity, it’s best to first read GINNY REMEMBERS DADDY and GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM. Just click on my name and go to the link. As always, your votes and feedback are much appreciated.
My steamy relationship with Ginny, my future daughter-in-law, was now a month old. True to her word, she’d surprised me on several occasions by jumping my bones at almost any time and place. Whether we were searching for an odd piece of furniture in my attic, for example, or watching a late summer meteor shower under cover of darkness with the rest of the family nearby, I could always depend on the ingenious Ginny to challenge my libido in an imaginative way…either with a quick blow job or frantic, stand-up fuck. Then on Sunday, with my unsuspecting wife, Lee, and her son Mike – Ginny’s fiance -- at the house for lunch, she announced a crazy plan. She wanted to produce an ice skating show.
A number of parents of Ginny’s skating students – some of them quite well-heeled – had asked her to showcase their kids in a one-time production to show off their talents. Though a former professional skater, she didn’t know the full magnitude of the undertaking. But, with typical 20- year-old exuberance she’d tentatively agreed to do it, as long as the parents would underwrite the show financially.
I was flabbergasted. As an avocation I’d produced, directed, and performed in stage productions for 20 years, knowing all that was involved. In this case – among many other things – it’d include selecting and recording music, the lighting design, setting up and breaking down all the equipment, and rehearsing the kids who ranged in age from eight to eighteen. Ginny had agreed to prepare the show in only one month’s time! Rolling my eyes, I looked at Lee who, with a rapid shake of her head, soundlessly prevented me from telling Ginny she was insane. Instead, I explained the many elements of the production, which Ginny absorbed like a sponge. Always one to spoil her children, Lee then volunteered my help…as a 21st birthday present to Ginny. Mike just grinned boyishly, blissfully ignorant of all aspects, though secretly relieved, I’m sure, that he was off the hook.
“When can we start?” Ginny asked.
“Hmmp, yesterday!” I scoffed, irritated, since no one had asked if I’d even have the time to do what was needed. Then, realizing I’d been unwillingly committed, I grumbled, “Right now, I guess.”
“I’ll call Carol. She said she’d help me,” said Ginny, going to the phone. Carol was Ginny’s oldest and best friend since they’d been toddlers. She’d also skated professionally but had gotten married at the same time Ginny had joined the Ice Capades for her one-year national tour. I’d never met her.
“Uh-oh,” Mike said. “Her old man, Dusty, won’t like that. Carol’s pregnant and he likes her to stay at home.” Dusty was one of Mike’s motorcycling buddies. Ginny just waved off Mike’s interjection.
While Ginny was on the phone I helped Lee clear the dishes and, at the sink, quietly reproached her for getting me into this demanding situation. I warned her that there’d be many late nights, and that my otherwise sunny disposition might suffer. I returned to the table.
“Carol’ll be here in an hour,” Ginny said, then stepped behind me as I sat and started massaging my tense neck and shoulders. Smiling, she bubbled, “Relax, old man, it’ll be fu-u-un,” trying to be playful for Lee and Mike’s benefit.
Lee then excused herself to do the week’s food shopping and Mike, seeing an opportunity to be a flake, said, “Well, I’ll head over to Dusty’s. Maybe we can ride our bikes this afternoon. Call me if you need a lift, Gin.”
The minute the front door closed behind Lee and her son, Ginny’s massage traveled south. Her small, strong hands kneaded my pecs, then moved down my torso to my crotch. I was fully erect in less than a minute. Leaning over the back of the chair in which I was sitting, she whispered hotly into my ear, “I’m gonna suck your big cock now, JJ,” and unzipped me.
“Lock the door first,” I growled, shifting the chair sideways.
My mood improved immediately. Looking down at the little blonde vixen as she came back to kneel between my legs, I warmed first to her clear, ivory complexion and angular facial structure. Ginny’s thick, blonde hair was drawn back in a ponytail and accented her upward-slanted dark brown eyes with their hint of blue shadow. The trademark dozen freckles atop her thin, straight nose quickened my pulse and I brought her face up to me with both hands and kissed her soft, wide, pink lips. Her tongue pierced my mouth with an aggressive stab or two and she jerked my exposed prick a few times. “You love it, don’t you,” she exclaimed gruffly, grinning, then proceeded to lick lavishly up and down my engorged dick.
My previous tension melted as Ginny took me quickly into her wet mouth. I inched forward on the chair so my scrotum hung over the edge of the seat and she pulled my erect member down on an angle so she could throat me. She was wearing a sleeveless, navy blue, sailor-type culotte jumpsuit with white trim that clung to her muscular little body and stopped below the knee to show her succulent, ivory calves and ankles. She was barefoot, and so cute that I longed to spend myself obscenely all over her in that outfit. But of course I hesitated.
This time Ginny played me like a very familiar musical instrument. She kept her lips open and pushed her mouth onto me so that only the head of my cock made contact with her throat, except for her wet tongue laving the bottom. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. The disciplined, silken tissue of her gullet rubbed my glans, rushing waves of exciting throbs from the tips of my toes to my swollen balls. Her smiling eyes never left my face as she devoted herself solely to my pleasure. Yet I wanted to participate. I reached down to her perky breasts and -- delighted at their braless firmness -- gently caressed the hot nipples through the thin material until they became hard to the touch. She moaned quietly and closed her eyes for a moment, shivering. She’d wrapped her slippery mouth around my entire pole by this time and begun fully worshipping me orally.
After a few minutes of my quiet groaning, she jumped to her feet suddenly and grabbed my hand. “I’ve gotta have you inside me, JJ!” she gasped. By the time we reached the TV room she was nearly out of her jumpsuit. Her high, taut, 34-B breasts bounced their nipples to the ceiling as she wriggled out of the garment and her white bikini panties -- festooned with little blue laughing bunnies -- drawing them quickly off her stupendous skater’s legs. I’d dropped my pants and boxers to sit on the couch and, hurriedly, she straddled my legs -- walking on her knees – to poise her pussy at the zenith of my erect cock. Reaching down to grasp me at the same instant that I did, we both placed my rod in her sopping opening and in a flash were one…thrusting up and down, in and out, both hungering for the flaming orgasm that we’d by now experienced so often with one another.
