                                     Ginny
                                   Chapter 1

Ginny turned off the shower, stepped out on the mat, and ran the fluffy towel
over her body.  Catching a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, she
tossed the towel on the counter and looked critically at her body.  Not bad,
she thought, at least the guys seem to dig it.

She cupped her breasts in her hands, twisting the olive nipples into erection.
34-B. They sure seemed big when I was fourteen, but they're just ordinary now.
Still, I'm glad I'm not one of those cows.  The slender brunette ran her hands
over her flat stomach, and fluffed up her dark-brown pussy hair.

God, there's a lot of it now she thought. It's always sticking out the crotch
of my swimsuit, and I for sure can't get the kind with the high-cut legs, but
I'll be damned if I'll get one of those wax jobs.  Some of the boys think a
lot of hair is sexy.

Guess I do to, at least on guys.  She turned around and looked over her
shoulder at her ass. Too small?  Too much like a guy's?  Maybe not, guy's
cheeks don't curve over like that.  It must look pretty good to the boys; they
sure like to touch it.  And taste it, too.

She remembering the night before when she had made Bill lie on his back while
she slowly lowered her brown asshole onto his mouth and forced him to lick her
for half an hour.

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Trying to be quiet, Ginny rummaged through the hamper in the bathroom, looking
for a pair of her mother's sexy panties.  Her hand encountered something soft
and silky, and she pulled it out and held it up for inspection.  Yeah, that's
right -- thin white material you can kinda see through, lace above the crotch,
cut low on the sides, that's better than my plain, boring cotton ones.  Why
won't Mom let me have sexy panties?

Mary Beth her cousin has some real nice panties.  Probably nothing as hot as
these . Too bad I can't get clean ones, but I might wake up Mom if I went in
her bedroom.

How dirty are they?  The teenager raised her mother's soiled panties to her
face and sniffed the crotch tentatively.  Jeeze, that's strong.  Mine don't
smell that way, even if I wear them two days.  Kinda sexy though... I guess
I'll wear them...

The slim brunette silently opened the bathroom door and tiptoed back to her
room.  She stood before the mirror, shook out her mother's panties, and
started to put them on.

Something stopped her, and she stood poised with the underwear in her hands
and one foot just off the floor.  Ginny set her foot down, cupped her palm
under the crotch of the lacy undergarment, and brought it to her face.

Underneath her mother's strong musky smell, there was something sweet and
herbal.  It's perfume, the girl thought.  Mom puts perfume on her pussy!

The thought excited the teenager.  She imagined her mother in the bathroom,
touching her forefinger to the perfume bottle as she stood by the toilet,
raising one foot and putting it on the seat, and reaching between her legs to
transfer the scent to a few carefully chosen places.

Who's it for, the girl wondered?  Does Mom have a lover?  She shook her head.
It's for Dad.  Tough old Dad.  I wonder just how tough...  Suddenly the
teenager imagined a scene so real that the room blanked out for her.

Her father lies naked on his back on his bed, his head just over the edge in a
way that forces his neck back and makes his Adam's apple stand out.  His hands
grip the sheets, and he stares back at Ginny's mother, who stands several feet
away, her feet a foot apart and her arms crossed over her breasts, wearing
only the lacy panties.  His enormous erection twitches as he lies motionless.

Ellen walks slowly forward until her knees touch the bed on either side of
Butch's head.  She puts first one knee, then the other on the bed, and kneels
above the man, who stares up at her.  Leaning forward for balance, she squats
down on his face, pressing the silky cloth covering her very smelly, lightly
perfumed cunt to his mouth and nose.

He starts to put out his tongue, but she stops him with a harsh, "No," and
sits on his face for a long time, rubbing herself languidly back and forth.
His every breath is full of her musky essence, and she gradually shifts all
her weight to her hips and tightens her thighs around his head, drowning her
husband beneath her warm strong cunt...

Ginny's head swam as she returned to reality, only to be lost again as another
powerful fantasy filled her head.

Butch is naked.  He lies spread-eagled on the bed, his hands and feet tied to
the corners with stockings. Ellen, wearing only the panties, dances sexily for
him, bumping and grinding and touching her breasts.  She slowly slides the
panties off, holds them by the waistband, and dangles them over the horny,
tied-up man.  She teases him, lowering the silky garment until it just grazes
his skin, and running it up and down all over his body, pausing for a long
time at his crotch.  His cock drools pre-cum.  She drags her panties over his
prick to sop it up.  More takes its place. She torments and tickles him until
he writhes on the bed, pleading for her to stop.

She ignores him. Finally, after he has given up, she dangles the panties over
his face, then drops them on his mouth.  Arranging the underwear so the crotch
lies over his lips, Ellen pokes part into his mouth with her forefinger.
Working with just one finger and gazing into his eyes with a look of innocent
idle amusement, she stuffs the panties in his mouth with painful slowness.

Then she squats over his hips and swallows his rod inside her wet pussy.  The
creak of bed springs and a almost inaudible squishing continue a long time,
finally being drowned out by her screams as she cums...

Ginny came to, still holding her mother's panties to her nose.  She reached
down and touched her pussy.  Her finger came away glistening.  It's so
embarrassing sometimes, she thought, I get so wet when I get turned on.   I
don't know how many times I've come home from dates with my panties soaked
clear through.  And if I'm at the beach and I start thinking about getting it
on with one of the lifeguards or something, I have to keep my legs together
and go jump in the water or sombody'll think I wet my pants.

And then there was that time at the dance... Oh yeah, that was hot.  Dancing
slow and close with that hunk Jeff, working our way back where it was dark,
soul-kissing, and pressing my pussy against him through my dress, feeling my
pants get damp, then wet, then I felt the drops start to dribble down my leg.
It felt good, we were both sweating up a storm anyway -- a little more juice
didn't seem to matter.  But afterwards, the insides of my thighs were all
sticky, and when Jeff put his hand up under my skirt, he looked at me real
funny.  It kinda seemed to turn him on, though...

Well, tonight the whole plan is to get wet, and the wetter the better as far
as I'm concerned.  Let's get this show on the road.  The slim teenager stepped
into her mother's panties.  She looked at herself in the mirror on her closet
door.  Ginny was bigger than her mother, but her hips were slimmer, and the
panties sagged a little in the front, though they cupped her high pubic mound
with delightful snugness.  The pants just barely covered her dark bush, which
was clearly visible through the diaphanous material.

Ginny put her hands behind her head and practiced pouting for a minute, then,
looked at the clock and quickly finished dressing.

Time to go, Ginny thought as she flicked out the light and walked to the
window, aided by the moonlight pouring through it.  She balanced on the window
sill, propping herself up with her hands so she wouldn't get her white jeans
dirty.  With an awkward flounce, she launched herself away from the house,
twisting a half turn and hanging onto the sill for balance as she landed in
the shrubbery.  The ground was soft and moist under her feet, and she could
feel a few clods stuck to her shoes as she ran across the yard and hid behind
the garage.  She scuffed her feet against the grass and slapped the at the
seat of her pants.  Dodging the bright pools formed by the street lights, the
slim figure zig-zagged her way across the street and set off with a determined
gait.

Two blocks away, an old Ford convertible idled at the curb, its powerful, V8
turning over raggedly and burbling through barely-legal glass packs.  A pair
of tough-looking teenagers sat on the backs of the front seats smoking and
watching the street behind the car.  The driver sneered at his friend, "She's
late.  I'll bet she ain't coming.  I told ya she was a prick-tease.  Makes all
kinda promises and then don't show up.  Probably give us some kinda line
tomorrow about why she didn't come."

Ginny turned the corner about half a block away, and was lit brilliantly by
the street light.  The kid on the passenger seat hit his friend playfully on
the upper arm, and whispered, "See Jack, I told you she'd come."

"I never said she wasn't," the driver said defensively.  "I just said she was
late."

Ginny rolled her hips as she sauntered with exaggerated casualness towards the
car.

"Hey, kid," said Jack in his best James Dean, his cigarette bouncing up and
down as he talked and his head tilted back to keep the smoke out of his eyes.

"Hi, guys," said Ginny with as much excitement as if she'd run into them by
accident in the school cafeteria.  She reached up and rumpled the hair of the
kid on the passenger side.  "How ya doing, Johnny?" she asked with a sexy lilt
to her voice.

Johnny smiled in greeting, slid down the seat back and opened the door.  No
one spoke as Ginny rolled across the boy and plunked herself down in the
middle of the front seat.  Jack dropped into position, put the car in gear and
pulled out with a liquid rumble.

Johnny put his right hand on Ginny's knee and slid his palm up the inside of
her right thigh until he cupped her pubic mound.  She slapped his arm, then
grabbed his wrist and pulled upwards.

"Let's get something straight, guys," she said in a harsh tone.  "You're gonna
have a real good time tonight -- so good a time you're gonna pinch your-selves
in the morning -- but only if you do things my way.  You understand?"

The boys muttered affirmatively.

Ginny continued, "If you're real good, you're gonna like what happens."  She
felt for Johnny's crotch with her right hand.  "Keep your hands by your sides,
Johnny," she warned as she cupped her hand over his equipment and pressed
against him.

The heat of her palm excited the youngster as much as the pressure and he
began to stiffen.  Ginny smiled to herself, thinking: This is going to work
out all right.  Two of them, and they're bigger, but I'm smarter, and I know
what I want.  I just have to keep 'em happy, keep 'em off-balance, and stay
one step ahead of them.  Maybe I can even make their macho attitude help me.
Jack'll be harder to handle, so I'll get Johnny to do things first.  After
Johnny caves in, Jack'll follow, no sweat.

She moved her hand up and down over Johnny's jeans until she felt his full
erection, then she reached over with her other hand and unbuttoned his fly.
Johnny sucked in his breath as Ginny snaked both hands into his underwear.
Her fingers flew around like moths, touching him lightly in intimate places
before they urged his member out of his underwear and pulled his dick up
straight.

"Now isn't this nice?"  Ginny asked as she glided her right hand lightly up
and down the length of Johnny's cock, gripping him just hard enough so her
hand didn't slip and savoring the way the soft supple skin slipped
effortlessly over the rock-hard core.

Johnny just swallowed hard.

Ginny wondered how his cock would feel in her mouth.

The lights at the roadside became less frequent as the trio headed out of
town.  With her left hand, Ginny started to touch Jack's dick through his
pants.  Having observed the scene with Johnny, Jack was hard even before the
girl made her move.  She dug her fingers into the boy's pants, pushing his
cock back and forth until she had it lined up the way she wanted it.

"I'll be back, Johnny,"  said Ginny as she forsook his cock so she could have
both hands for his friend.

Soon Jack, too, sat with his tool poking up into the night air, being
masturbated lightly by his teenaged companion.

Ginny returned her right hand to Johnny's lap.  With a cock in each fist, she
made up inventive rhythms as the three drove into the countryside.  She tried
jacking them off in unison, then pushed down on one as she pulled up on the
other, then experimented with two strokes on each side.  Ginny like the
weirdness of the scene -- the highway, the moonlight, the smell of the fields
in the warm air, the rumble of the car together with a cock in each hand and
the boys in her power.

"Like it so far?" she cooed.

The boys just mumbled, but Johnny's fists tightened as he pushed them into the
seat, and Jack's driving grew somewhat erratic.

Jack spotted the turn, slowed, and bumped off down a gravel road to the left.
The headlights illuminated a thick forest on both sides of the rutted track.
The road twisted around and stopped abruptly.  Jack turned the car around and
killed the engine.  A sudden silence washed over them, broken by crickets.

"Let's get out and look at the creek," Ginny said in a shift of mood.  "Leave
your dicks out, though.  I like you guys that way."

The three spilled out of the car and walked over to the creek bank.  Without
the shade of the trees near the car, the three-quarter moon clearly
illuminated the boys' equipment; Ginny liked the way their pricks glowed white
in the pale light and bobbed up and down as they walked.

The two guys felt awkward and exposed.  There was nobody else around, but it
still felt strange to be walking around like that.  But that's what Ginny
wanted, she was one hot chick, they sure were horny, and if this would get
them laid, hey, no problem, man.

After studying the creek and listening to the water for a minute or so, Ginny
asked, "You guys got a blanket?"

"Sure, Gin, there's one in the trunk," answered Jack.

"Run back and get it."

Soon Jack returned with the blanket, holding it in front of his waist in
instinctive protection against Ginny's inspection of his tool.

"That's good, Jackie.  Spread it out on the creek bank.  No, over here where
it's flatter."

Johnny stumbled out of the way as Jack complied.

"That's nice," encouraged Ginny. "Now get undressed," she continued, letting
an edge creep into her voice.

"Just us?" complained Johnny.

Ginny placated him: "I'll get naked, too, but you go first.  You guys can
watch me undress.  It'll be real sexy."

The boys pulled off their clothes, piled them on the ground, and stood looking
expectantly at Ginny, who watched with her arms crossed. Their bodies glowed
in the moonlight.

"Now lie down on the blanket," urged the teenaged girl.  "No, the other way --
put your heads down here."

"That's downhill," protested Jack.

"That's all right, it's not steep.  Besides, I can't do my show unless you can
see this flat spot."

"I guess," said Jack as he lay on his back and propped his head up with his
hands so he could see Ginny. Johnny lay down next to him.

Ginny put her hands behind her head and rotated her pelvis slowly, the white
jeans standing out clearly in the dim blue light.

"You want this pussy?" she taunted as she spread her legs and pumped her hips
back and forth.  "You like my tits?" She shimmied her upper body and her
breasts swayed, then she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, pulling out the tail
and spinning around so the garment flew outwards.  She pulled it open to
expose her white brassiere.  "Nice, huh?" she cooed flirtatiously.

The young brunette slipped easily out of the shirt, and tossed it to Jack, who
held it for a minute, smelling her perfume and her body.

Ginny slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, and walked over to the
blanket, her full breasts bobbing as she swung her hips.  She stood just off
the blanket, near Johnny's shoulders.

"Hold up your hand, lover," she asked.

Johnny raised his arm, and Ginny grabbed it for balance as she took off her
shoes and socks, stepping onto the blanket as she did, so she wouldn't get her
feet dirty.  Johnny held up his other arm, and Ginny supported herself on it
as she skinned off her jeans and tossed them on top of one of the piles of
clothes.  She spread her legs and swished her hips to show off her mom's
lacy white bikini panties.

Still holding Johnny's hand, she picked up one foot and set it gently down on
his chest.  Ginny trailed her toes lightly up and down the boy's stomach,
then, hopping as she turned, she pressed the ball of her foot to his lips.
The young boy's mouth was slack, and she toyed with him, slipping her toes
between his teeth and over his gums.  Growing bored with that, Ginny twisted
towards Johnny's feet and teased his prick with her foot.

She wriggled her toes against his balls, then moved upwards and stepped
lightly and quickly on his cock, dribbling it like a basketball as it lay
against his belly.  As it rose to a vertical position, the teenager switched
tactics and batted it back and forth like a punching bag.

Johnny groaned. If she kept this up much longer, she was going to make him
cum, and that would be embarrassing.  He bit his lip as he tried to control
himself.

Ginny noticed the signs, and backed off.  It would be fun to see Johnny squirt
all over his own stomach, but he wasn't fully under her control yet, and he
might react badly afterwards.  Another time, Ginny thought as she gave the
muscular boy's cock a final kick.

The slim teenager straddled Johnny's head facing his feet.  She slowly lowered
herself to a kneeling position with her knees pressing the boy's arms against
his sides.

"Come over here," she said to Jack, and the other boy worked his way over
until he lay right next to his friend.

"Move your hips down towards me," she instructed, and Jack moved up about six
inches.  Ginny leaned forward and to one side, so her mouth was over Jack's
cock.  She touched his staff with her hand and guided it towards her mouth.

"Now it gets real good," she purred as she licked the tip.  Ginny lowered her
hips until she could feel Johnny's hot breath between her legs, then she sat
back on the boy, pressing her sweet young pussy to his lips through her
mother's soiled panties.

Johnny knew what was coming, but he was still taken aback to find himself so
suddenly surrounded by warm soft flesh and silky fabric.  The strong smell of
Ginny's crotch filled his nostrils.  He didn't know that the aroma was partly
Ginny's tangy young pussy and partly her mother's darker, richer smells; he
just knew it smelled real sexy, especially as turned on as he was from what
Ginny had been doing to him with her foot.

When Ginny pressed down on the boy, her juices started to ooze out of her
pussy and soak through the thin material.

Johnny slipped out his tongue and licked the sexy teenager's crotch as she
began to undulate against his face.

Ginny smiled to herself as she felt Johnny's warm wet tongue against her
sensitive flesh.  Even through the panties he felt good.  He didn't seem to
have a real clear idea of her geography, but she was sure that he could learn,
given proper instruction.  She slithered her lips up and down Jack's erect
penis, pausing when the head touched the back of her throat, then repeating
the motion.  Sometimes she slipped just the head in her mouth and sucked on it
while she swished her tongue around.  Jack made a strangled sound in the back
of his throat, and Ginny figured that she was on the right track.  She cocked
her hips and slid them back further so Johnny would be more likely to find her
clitoris in his seemingly random tonguing.  He accidentally licked her
slippery nubbin, and she moaned, hoping he'd get the message that he'd found
the spot.

She reached for Jack's balls and cupped them in her hand as she moved her head
faster.  Ginny was ready for something else, but she figured that the boys
would be easier to control once they had a little less semen on board.

Jack groaned as the slim brunette pressed his sack and sucked his dick.  He
knew he couldn't last much longer.  Before long, Ginny felt the first spasm.
She took one squirt in her mouth, then pulled away and fisted Jack's prick
rapidly as he shot his load on his belly, his face, and into his hair.

Ginny rolled off of Johnny and lay on Jack's chest while she curled up and
peeled her mother's panties off.  She rolled back the other way and managed to
get to her knees again, this time astride Jack at waist level.

"Scooch up here," she said as she reached between her legs and tugged on his
shoulders.  "And Johnny, you come towards me."

Jack soon found the teen's wet pussy against his mouth.  He lapped avidly,
delving into her hot channel and coating his tongue with her thick cream.

Ginny sat down hard on his face, making it easier for him to reach deep inside
her, but harder for him to breathe.

He concentrated on the licking -- he could breathe anytime.  The hot young
girl sat up even further and rested almost all her weight on the boy's face
for a few moments, reveling in the feeling of control, then she rolled her
hips forward and shifted her weight to her knees and elbows.  The movement
brought her clitoris in contact with his tongue, but he soon wandered off
lower down her crotch.  She knew it was time for a lesson.

"Higher, Jack," she prompted.

Jack, confused by her instructions, went the wrong way.

"Not that way," she instructed, "Higher on my body --toward my belly button."

Jack backtracked and approached the target.

"A little to the right... a little lower...  There! Feel that little bump?"

"Umph," Jack mumbled affirmatively.

"Lick it," she ordered.

Jack obeyed with altogether too much enthusiasm.

"Not so hard," the pretty teenager said harshly, "Lick it slow and gentle, but
don't stop until I tell you to."

Jack managed to moderate his eagerness, and began to tongue the slippery pearl
with something approaching delicacy.  Ginny gave a little moan to encourage
him, following it with a series of guttural noises that were much less
voluntary as the young boy's tongue excited her and spurred her onwards.

Growing more confident, Jack stiffened his tongue and moved it in slow circles
around the base of Ginny's clit, barely noticing the cold from the pool of
come covering his chest.

Johnny didn't have to wait long to become a participant; the girl leaned
forward and swallowed his stiff prick deep into her hot mouth in one motion,
forcing a gasp from his lips. She moved her head up and down rapidly, then
stopped for a moment to lick her middle finger.  That's not gonna be enough,
she thought, and she reached behind her back and slipped her finger up her
slippery pussy, twisting it around and gathering up as much juice as she
could.

Jack could tell something was happening, but he couldn't figure out what.

As Ginny sucked Johnny's slim cock she probed between his legs with her hand,
tucking her slippery middle finger into her palm until she got her bearings.
Feeling under his balls, she found the cleavage between his tight, muscular
buns and ran her index finger up and down it. As Johnny started to pant, Ginny
suddenly rammed her middle finger all the way up his asshole.

Johnny felt violated, confused, but intensely aroused.  Before he could even
begin to sort his feelings out he erupted into the teenager's warm, wet mouth.
Ginny tasted his warm, mildly salty semen, then pulled her finger out and
pumped the rest of Johnny's load out onto his chest.  After a moment, she
returned her attention to Jack, who was doing what she considered to be a
pretty good job on her clit.  In fact, it was such a good job that, if she
paid attention, she would probably get off soon.

The slim brunette rocked her hips rhythmically, moving enough to subtly direct
Jack's slippery tongue just where she wanted it.  Her copious secretions
rolled out of her channel and dripped down onto the boy's face as he tongued
her just as she had instructed.  In a minute or two, her teaching paid off in
an fierce orgasm.  Ginny screamed as she climaxed, seeing stars against the
black night, bucking against the boy lying underneath her hard enough to
bruise his lip, and scaring them all a little.

The lithe young girl rolled between her two friends, wriggled until they
separated enough for her to lie on the blanket, and stared at the stars while
she caught her breath.  She put her arms out and found two wet, slippery
cocks, one hard, and one soft but stiffening as she manipulated it.  It had
been a great first act, and she already had a few plans for the second one.

It wasn't long before both pricks were nicely firm in Ginny's fists.  She
knelt between the boys and pulled one cup of her brassiere down so her breast
was exposed, but cradled lewdly by her undergarment.

"Like this, boys?"

Johnny sat up and Ginny pulled his face to her dark brown nipple, cradling his
head in her arm as he suckled her.  With her free hand, she similarly freed
her other breast and beckoned Jack to partake.  She rocked back on her heels
and grinned at the sky as the boys sucked and nibbled at her hard nipples.

After a few minutes, Ginny pushed the boys away and struggled to her feet. "On
your knees, Johnny," she ordered, "It's time you learned about eating pussy."

Johnny levered himself up, whining, "I already know how to eat pussy."

"I think you can use a lesson anyway."

Ginny stood over Johnny and took his head between her hands.  Ginny had a
sudden inspiration, and grabbed him by his ears.

"Put your tongue out," she directed. "And hold your neck loose so I can move
your head around.  You've got to paint by numbers for a while before I let you
have a clean canvas."

"Feel that?" she asked, touching his tongue to the place where her labia met
below her belly. "That's the start of my outer lips."  She ran his tongue down
one side and back the other.

Johnny started to lick her as she paused back where she had started.

"Stop that!" she ordered.  "You'll get to lick soon enough.  Now you're just
holding your tongue out as far as it can go.  Got it?"

Johnny tried to nod, but she held his head too tightly.

She pushed him down. "Now this," she continued, "Is where you put your cock,
that is, if you're real nice and I'm in a good mood.  I like it when you lick
up inside there, too."   She cocked her hips and pushed him against the tender
flesh between her pussy and her asshole.  "When I let you lick me here, use
real broad strokes.  Make your tongue wide and flat, and lick me in one long
swipe from my tight little bottom hole to my pussy.  It's OK if you dip in at
either end."

Ginny straightened and lifted up on Johnny's ears, which were getting a little
sore by now.

"And now," she whispered, "This is the place that really gets me off.  You can
warm me up by licking all around, but when I want to cum, lick this little
stubby thing --feel it?  Yeah, that's right -- right here.  Be gentle at
first, but when I'm about ready to cum, you can lick it fast and hard.  In
fact, if you don't, you'll be sorry."

"Got that?" said Ginny in a tone that allowed only one response.

Johnny nodded, afraid to trust his voice.  Ginny's bossy style struck a chord
in him.

"Get your tongue up my cunt," she said, stepping over him and forcing his head
back.

Johnny put his tongue out as far as he could and licked the inside of Ginny's
pussy as she pushed his head further back and put more of her weight on him.

Ginny reveled in what felt like being fucked by a very tiny, very agile penis.
She was glad that Johnny had a nice long tongue, and she thought of another
place where it would feel good.

"That's nice, Johnny," she cooed.  "Real nice.  Would you like to put your
tongue where it would turn me on even more?"

Johnny mumbled his assent, sure that he was going to get to lick Ginny's
clitoris.

Ginny stepped back, spun around, and bent over slightly.

"Lick my asshole, Johnny," she ordered in a bored tone of voice.

Johnny hesitated for an instant.  This girl had more moods than anyone he
knew, and she changed them when he least expected it.  Now she wanted him to
put his tongue in a dark, dirty place.  He felt a little revulsion, but
suppressed it.  He had already decided that he'd do whatever Ginny said.  Just
making that resolution made his head spin, but more with excitement than fear.
He leaned forward and navigated by feel, easily finding the girl's tight, warm
serrations with his ardent tongue.

Ginny reacted to Johnny's intimate probings with a savage joy.  He did it, and
he didn't even complain!  Now I can make him do anything!  She pressed back
against him, spreading her legs so the boy could have better access to her
sensitive rosebud.

She tugged on Jack's shoulders.  "Lick my clit, Jack," she said hotly. "Lick
my clit while Johnny sticks his tongue up my butt."

Jack tried to comply, but Ginny's bent-over posture made it hard.  He burrowed
in and finally made marginal contact with the girl's enlarged nubbin.  His
chin bounced off Johnny's, to the disgust of both of them.

Ginny realized that this game had problems, and mentally kicked herself for
not planning better.  Now she had to choose between her own satisfaction and
completing the subjugation of Johnny.

It was an easy choice.  The sexy teenager sat back against the boy's tongue.
"Get it further up my ass," she hissed, feeling his attempts at compliance
immediately.  She met his probing with even more backwards force.  It made it
hard for Jack to get to her clit, and it took him a long time to make her cum,
but she knew it was worth it.

Afterwards, Ginny thought about the boys.  She ought to get them off once
more, and she hadn't yet clearly established her superiority over Jack.  She
sank to the her knees on the blanket.

"Oh, Jack." she said sweetly. "Lie down here on your back, will you?  I'll do
something for you I know you'll like."

Jack did as she asked, pleased that she wasn't going to make him do the same
kinds of things as Johnny.

Ginny sat on his chest facing his feet and clamped his arms to his sides with
her knees.  She reached out and caressed his hard-on gently with her right
hand as she cradled his balls with her left.  She masturbated him slowly as
her left hand fluttered like a butterfly between his legs and over his
testicles.

He groaned with pleasure.  Ginny picked up the pace with her right hand and
started pinching and scratching his balls with her left.

It felt better than he could have imagined, and he gave himself up to the
ecstasy.  Ginny knew she had him then, and she put her weight on her knees and
walked backwards, then slowly, slowly sat back down, this time on the boy's
face.

Jack could see enough in the moonlight to know what was happening as the slim
teenager's soft bottom descended upon him.  Her hands kept up the exciting
caresses and he knew that if he didn't do what she wanted she'd stop touching
him.

Ginny leaned forward and her buns separated.  Finally, her tight brown
opening, still wet from Johnny's tongue, touched Jack's mouth.

With a little moan, Jack tentatively slipped his tongue through his lips.  He
felt her furrows and ridges as he licked her slowly.

Ginny delighted in Jack's soft tongue as she continued to sit back on the boy.
Soon he felt a heavy weight on his cheeks, and he stopped licking and began to
probe the teenager's tight bottom hole with his tongue.  And still Ginny
increased the pressure, until all her weight was resting on the boy's face and
he had to tilt his head back in order to breathe.

Her hands flew up and down his cock. "Like that, Jack?" she taunted.  "Like
having your tongue up my butt?  Like licking my asshole while I jerk you off?
Sure you do.  I know you do.  You like it so well you're gonna shoot your load
while I sit on your face.  Well c'mon, cream for me.  Let's see what you've
got in you."

Jack spouted what was indeed an impressive quantity of white, sticky fluid,
considering that he had cum less than an hour earlier.

Ginny encouraged him in a patronizing tone: "Oh, that's nice. Cum some more.
A little more still.  Very good, Jackie."

Ginny walked forward and sat in her previous position on Jack's chest.  She
motioned to Johnny and he straddled his friend and faced the girl.

"And what about you, Johnny?" she said in the same condescending tone.  "What
can I do for my Johnny?"  She reached down with her left hand and inserted her
middle and ring fingers in her hot wet cunt.  When they were thoroughly coated
with her oily fluid, she reached out and between Johnny's legs, positioning
her fingers at the entrance to the boy's asshole.

"Well, for starters, how about this," she said as she slid her fingers inside
him.  He grimaced, but stood where he was.  She grasped his dick firmly with
her right hand and stroked it rapidly as she explored the secret recesses of
his rectum.  Johnny came in an embarrassingly short time, covering Ginny's
breasts with his semen.

                          *           *             *

On the way back to her house, Ginny cautioned the boys: "I know you guys like
to talk about your conquests.  This wasn't exactly a conquest, but you might
be tempted to blab about it to your friends.  If one word gets back to me, I'm
gonna tell everybody all the details.  You don't really want that, do you?  I
didn't think so.  That's why you'll dummy up, right?"

The boys nodded silently.

"On the other hand, if you guys can keep a secret, we can play some more.
I've got lots more things to show you."
 
                            *          *          *

"I don't know about this, Ginny," Jack whined as the teenager walked in
circles around the tree, wrapping the rope tight around his body.  She moved
slowing downwards, pinning his hands to his sides, trapping his erection
against his belly, forcing his thighs and knees together, and ending with a
square knot at his ankles.  Johnny, also naked and already similarly bound,
watched from several feet away.

"Then why are you so hard, Jackie?" mocked the slim brunette.  She reached out
and fingered the boy's equipment, then pulled the rope out with one hand and
freed his cock with the other.

"You got a rod just thinking about it, didn't you?  You like being helpless
while I make you do things.  Dirty things.  Nasty things.  You can't wait to
find out what's going on in my filthy little mind."  The girl smirked into the
hulking boy's face as she masturbated him slowly, squeezing him a little
harder than necessary.

This was the big one; if things worked out, she'd have both boys in the palm
of her hand. She gave Jack a few quick jerks, then spun away.

"How 'bout a little show, boys?"

Ginny asked in a theatrically throaty voice.  She put her hands behind her
head and lifted her hair to the top of her head, then let it fall about her
shoulders.

"You wanna see this body?"

The girl teasingly unbuttoned her blouse as she undulated her hips. The blouse
hit the ground, followed by Ginny's shorts and her thin white brassiere.  She
pulled down her panties and posed provocatively as they bunched around her
knees, then she kicked them up in the air, caught them with one hand,
sauntered over to Jack and slapped him gently across the face with them.

Over and over the soft material bounced sulkily against the boy's cheeks,
bringing hints of Ginny's aromas to Jack's nostrils.  His excitement shone in
his eyes, and Ginny smiled at the effect her teasing humiliation was having.

She turned her underwear inside out, put her hand behind the crotch, and
rubbed the damp spot against Jack's nose and lips.  Looking suddenly bored,
Ginny hung her underwear on Jack's stiff prick; it trembled as the twitchings
of his cock bounced it around.

Ginny shifted her attention to Johnny.

"He looks pretty silly, doesn't he?" she smirked as she put her hand on his
shoulder and gave him an insolent look.  "Well, so do you, kid.  You may not
have my underwear dangling from your cock..."

She reached down to stroke Johnny's half-hard prick.

"But you're a sorry case, just the same."

Ginny put her tongue in the boys ear, then whispered, "You want to put this
thing somewhere where it's warm and slippery?"

"Yeah, baby. I want to shove it up your hot cunt."

"I'm the one that'll do the shoving; you're the one that's all tied up."

Her fingers flew up and down Johnny's now-stiff shaft, fluttering delicately
like butterfly wings.

"Whatever you say, Ginny.  I just want to be inside your pussy."

"You're gonna have to promise me something, though.  You're gonna have to do
whatever I say afterward."

"Don't I always?"

"I guess so, but tell me now."  She tweaked the tip of Johnny's prick with her
fingers.

"Fuck me baby, and I'll do whatever you say."

Ginny turned and rubbed against the boy like a big cat, wriggling her hips up
and down as she twisted, finally feeling his rod between her buttocks.  She
bent at the waist and reached between her legs, manipulating Jack's stiff
member and tugging it downward, feeling it catch against the tight, recessed
ring of her asshole before she worked it loose, and, still pressing backwards
with her hips, dipped the head into her hot, wet, sticky honey pot.

"That feel good, big boy?" she breathed softly as she wiggled his shaft up and
down with her fingertips.

"Ungh." Jck's incoherence was caused by his urgent desire to bury his dick in
Ginny's tight pussy and his frustration that all his pushing against the ropes
was getting him no nearer to his goal.  He kept flexing his hips back and
forth anyway.

Ginny pushed his cock down far enough so she could rub her clitoris with it.
"Want more, Johnny?"

"Lemme fuck you. Please."

"Like this?" Ginny thrust her hips back against the boy.  Her warm slickness
was delicious.  She tightened her vaginal muscles on him, and he thought he'd
die with pleasure.

"Oops!" Ginny let out a playful, teasing cry as she pulled away from him.  She
twined her arms around Johnny as she kissed his ear and whispered: "Now you
know what it'll be like, Johnny.  I'll fuck you just like that.  I'll fuck you
'til you shoot in my hot cunt. But promise me again, Johnny: you'll do just
what I say afterwards."

"Sure, Ginny. You know I will."

Ginny danced away from the tree and found her purse, then sashayed back
tearing open a square foil packet.

"Aw c'mon Gin, lemme fuck you bareback."

"No way, kid.  You already got more than you should've."  She rolled the
sheath down Johnny's rod, and held him as she turned her back, bent over, and
pressed herself onto him.

"How's that, Johnny?" she asked as she began thrusting backwards sharply and
pulling forward leisurely with a little hip-wiggle.

"Shit, Ginny. You feel fucking fantastic."

"I knew you'd like it," Ginny purred.  She rode the boy to his orgasm while
looking deeply into Jack's eyes.

                          *           *             *

"Before I untie you, I'm gonna tell you what you have to do."  Ginny whispered
for a few seconds in Johnny's ear, and Jack saw his eyes widen.

"I can't do that..."

Johnny started to protest, but Ginny cut him off.

"Of course you can.  You might even like it.  "You'd never admit it,
though..."

The girl stood in front of Johnny with her hands on her slim hips.  "Promise
me, now, or you'll spend the rest of the day tied up."

"OK, Gin... But what's Jack gonna..."

"Let me worry about Jack," said Ginny crispy as she began to fumble with the
knots.

Soon Johnny was free; he stripped off the used rubber as the pair advanced on
Jack.  Ginny stood behind Johnny and pushed down on his shoulders until he
knelt at Jack's feet.  Ginny pulled her panties off Jack's still-stiff prick,
scissored one leg over Johnny and wrapped her arms around Jack's bound body.
The ropes felt strange against her skin; she rubbed her body up and down,
savoring the feel of Jack's smooth skin and the roughness of his fetters.  She
trapped his dick between his body and hers and rubbed against it, rotating her
pubic mound in little circles as she pressed against him.

Johnny looked up at Ginny's buttocks, flexing and squirming just inches from
his face.  He saw the shiny slickness between her legs, and peered into the
dark, hairy forest of her pussy.  A drop of oily, clear fluid dripped down the
girl's leg, and Jack leaned forward to lick it off.  He followed the spicy
odor in the direction of Ginny's cunt, and plunged his tongue into its hot,
wet interior as the girl began to pump her hips back and forth.  His nose
slipped between her buttocks and slid over her greasy asshole.

A few weeks ago, Jack had been repelled when Ginny made him lick her there,
but something had changed: Ginny's tight brown ring turned him on now.  He
worked his nose into its recesses.

Ginny's motions were beginning to chafe Jack where she rubbed his cock against
the rope that crossed his belly; he was relieved when she pulled back a bit,
reached down with one hand, and pushed his cock between her legs.  She was
shorter that he, so her crotch forced his cock uncomfortably downward, even
though Ginny stood on tiptoes.

"Do your stuff, Johnny," the girl mumbled, to Jack's confusion.

Johnny knew the time had come, and he steeled himself as Ginny pressed her
hips forward, causing Jack's cock to slide past her vagina and into Johnny's
open mouth.  The kneeling boy tentatively licked the head, then pressed
forward, plunging his nose into Ginny's brown rosebud as he sucked his
friend's cock.  It felt soft and warm in his mouth.  He repressed the urge to
gag.

Jack didn't know what was happening until he felt the light sharp nips of
Johnny's teeth.  He tried to twist away, but could only move an inch or two.

Ginny whispered as she licked his face: "How's your dick feel, Jackie-boy?
You like the way Johnny sucks your cock?  He's not as good at it as I am, is
he?  He'll get better if he gets lots of practice, though."

"That's disgusting! Let me go!"

"Disgusting, huh?  Then how come you're still hard?  If it's really
disgusting, then you won't cum in his mouth, will you.  That'll be the proof,
Jackie. Can Johnny get you off?  I'll bet he can.  See if you can keep from
cumming, but I think you will."

Meanwhile, Johnny was doing his best to turn Jack on, but he wasn't getting
very far, because Ginny's squirmy ass kept him from getting much of Jack's
cock into his mouth.  That was actually fine with Johnny, who has made his
piece with sucking just the end of his friend's dick, as long as he got to
bury his face in Ginny's delicious ass while he was doing it, but was worried
about going much farther.

Ginny hadn't thought much about the problems Johnny would have in this
position, but she wanted a change for reasons of her own: she wanted to watch
Johnny as he sucked his friend off.  The thought of seeing the head of Jack's
big dick rippling under Johnny's hollowed cheeks turned the girl on, and she
scissored one leg back over Johnny and knelt beside him.

"Hey, there, boy.  Yeah, you with the dick in your mouth.  Are you a good
little cock sucker?  Go ahead, you can get more meat in."

Ginny pressed on the back of Johnny's head and he obediently let Jack further
inside, then began to move his head up and down on the boy's penis.  Ginny
slid her hand down Johnny's back and stroked his buttocks.

What the hell, might as well give him a thrill, thought the girl as she
trailed the fingernails of her other hand down Johnny's chest before wrapping
her fingers around his cock.  She pumped him gently and probed between his
ass cheeks for his tight little hole.

With Ginny's middle finger up his butt, her strong hand fisting his dick, and
his mouth full of Jack's warm prick, Johnny was drowning in sensation.  He
moaned and pressed forward until he felt Jack against the back of his throat.

Ginny looked up at Jack.  His eyes were slits, and his face was contorted.
Johnny's mouth felt great, but he was revolted by what was happening.
Gradually the good feeling grew until it dominated his squeamishness.  He
grunted.

Ginny picked right up on it. "Turns you on, doesn't it, Jackie-boy.  You gave
me all that shit about how disgusting it all was, but look at you now.  Pretty
close to dropping your load?"

She turned to Johnny.  "Suck him faster now.  Move your mouth up and down on
his hot, stiff prick.  Yeah, that's right.  Play with his balls.  Good.  Yeah
Johnny -- suck that cock.  Make him cum in your mouth."

Johnny moved faster and faster until he felt Jack's prick jerk in his mouth.
One hot spurt hit the back of his throat, and he pulled suddenly away and bent
down to spit out the sticky fluid.

Jack shot a few more squirts into the air before Ginny took pity on him,
reached up, and milked his dick dry.
She stood up and wiped her hands on Jack's face.  Looking at the ashamed,
beaten look in his eyes, she knew she wouldn't even have to threaten them.
They'd know that she'd tell everybody about what happened if they crossed her.
She was home free; they'd do anything she said from now on.
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