Penny Driscoll
Sister_s husband

CHAPTER ONE

"Man, I can see everything she's got!" Jim stared across his desk at the Granger State Bank. The discreet sign on his desk read "James O. Carroll, Vice President". From where he was sitting he could see directly up between little Ginnie Reordon's creamy white thighs. She was a small girl, but built with an almost diabolical precision that insured a second look from any red-blooded male in her vicinity. Jim found it hard to believe that the girl was only 17, she seemed so mature for her years… not only physically but mentally. He had heard that Ginnie cultivated people older than she, completely ignoring most of her classmates at Granger High.

The young girl shifted languidly on the chair across from Jim Carroll's desk. Her long legs separated just the slightest bit again, and Jim felt tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead as the tight "vee" of her tight little rose-colored panties came into view. His eyes and mind riveted to the spot, that tender portion of the young girl's being that she seemed to be offering to him with such nonchalance. He could almost swear that a few reddish tendrils of hair were visible, peeking from the elasticized sides of Ginnie's panties, but Jim couldn't tell if it was just his imagination or not. He cleared his throat and lifted his eyes up to the pert, innocent looking face, with its sprinkling of light freckles across Ginnie's upturned nose. He used his best business tone, and his eyes did their best not to waver in the slightest from the young girl's frank, almost impertinent, gaze.

"Now, Ginnie… what is it that you want to discuss about your account this time?"

"Well, they told me again that I'd have to see an officer about this… you see I have this big check coming in… for $25, and I'm not getting the money from my father until tomorrow because his paycheck came late this week… and, you see, I was practically sure that I could deposit it in time…"

Jim's eyes swept over the tightly pulled wool sweater that hugged Ginnie's full, soft breasts, showing the round coin-shaped swellings of her nipples in disturbing detail. He wondered how those two babies would feel in his hands.

"This is the third time this month that you've done something like this, Ginnie… I can't continue to make special rules for you… after all…" Jim heard his own voice droning on and on, but he really wasn't thinking about what he was saying, his mind seemed fogged with a dull kind of longing, and once more he cast a glance between those lithe and lovely legs that Ginnie Reordon parted further still while he was speaking.

"But it's for my little brother's birthday present… I mean, that's what the check was for… and if it bounces, I'm afraid that…"

"Well, Ginnie… that's unfortunate, but if the check comes in I'm afraid we'll have to return it. We've already paid on two other checks of yours, and the bank can't continue…"

"You said that already, Mr. Carroll," Ginnie said, sweetly smiling up at him. She rose and moved closer to his desk.

Jim made an imperceptible move backward in his rolling chair. Christ, what was she going to do now? He looked frantically toward the door of his office and was glad to see it was closed. It wouldn't do to have any of the employees seeing this young girl getting so familiar.

Ginnie's flowery perfume drifted across the desk to him, and Jim realized that she was moving around toward him just a few seconds too late. Or had he really wanted to stop her…? He was to wonder many months later. Already the girl's neatly manicured fingernails were touching lightly at his face, her soft, pink lips approaching his face for a pouty kiss, her auburn hair falling across his eyes, as her tiny pointed tongue emerged from between her wetly parted lips.

Jim thought of his wife, Kay… Kay at home… what was she doing now… vacuuming the house? Getting ready to make his dinner for that night? He visualized his wife… her back turned to him as she stirred something at the stove. There was no neglect there… she certainly took good care of his stomach… but as for the rest… Already his big, semi-hardened penis was stirring ominously between his legs like some enormous sleeping monster, being awakened by a beautiful princess… but the princess wasn't his wife Kay… It was little Ginnie Reordon! He could feel the blood racing through his veins, rushing down to his meaty member, filling it to hardness, making it jump alert as Ginnie's tongue swept wetly across his own startled mouth. Was he really going to let her do this… was he going to stop it or not?

The young girl's softness was enveloping him, and beneath that softness there was a determination that Jim didn't have the strength or will to combat. The electricity of her lips and tongue, swirling moistly in his mouth sent chills up and down his spine. Awkwardly at first – for he was tilted backward in his chair, and she was pressing her lips down upon his – he thrust his tongue back at her, slipping it into the hot cavern of her mouth as he quickly grasped her head from the back with one hand. He ground his lips harshly against hers, regulating the pressure with his hand on her head, and felt a thrill of satisfaction as Ginnie gasped for breath and tried to control the kiss herself. But Jim made sure that this was impossible. This was what she'd wanted… and now this was what she was going to get. There was only so much a man could take! With his knee he pressed a button beneath his desk which locked the door to his office. Perhaps he could have at least 5 minutes with her without being disturbed by some bank business or other. He had a mortgage closing at 2:30, but it was only 2:00 now… plenty of time.

Jim's hands closed around Ginnie's small waist, he pulled her between his legs and crushed her willing little body down toward him without breaking the force of the kiss. He marveled at the idea of what he was doing… it was the first time really in the two years he'd been married to Kay… The thought of his wife sent a small pang of guilt through him as he reveled in the luxurious feel of Ginnie's gently rounded breasts pressing against his chest. God she felt good! And her mouth tasted ripe and sweet as raspberries! His head whirled as he felt her slipping down to her knees between his legs, her upper thighs and then her soft little belly passing over the big, rock-hard mass of his penis where it throbbed in heightened anticipation of what might happen next.

"Damn it to hell!" he thought, "It's Kay's own fault anyway… a man has to have some sex… a man can't go on forever…" But his thoughts drifted away as he was caught up in the hasty excitement of the moment. Behind his desk, Jim bent toward Ginnie, his lips leaving her mouth to trail wetly to her neck. He heard her giggling like a teenager, like the teenager she was, and the sound of it was oddly exciting to him. His hands rose slowly from her waist, taking in the area of her rib cage. She was breathing hard, and squirming within the circle of his hands and arms. He could almost taste those bird-like breasts before he touched them, and he discovered that his saliva had accumulated in his mouth as he slid his thumbs upward, pressing them against the thick protruding nipples, feeling them push inward, and spring to hardness beneath his touch.

"Hoooo… oooooh!" Ginnie closed her eyes and let her head loll backward as Jim began to manipulate the softly jiggling mounds of her willingly offered breasts. Her eyes were mere slits of passion as she moved her chest back and forth in lewd encouragement as Jim's hands roved hungrily over the voluptuous swellings of her breasts. His hands slid down once more and, hurriedly, he slipped them under the material of Ginnie's sweater… the creamy masses of naked flesh fell into his hands beneath her clothing, warm and smooth and tender. He clasped them excitedly in his two hands, kneading the twin buttons of her nipples together and bringing low moans of delight to the teenager's lips. His own face was a mask of longing as he was enjoying the sensation coursing through him, enjoying the sensuous feel of her naked young flesh. His lips tense and drawn, he said to her, "Tell me what you want… what do you want, Ginnie?"

"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.

"Beautiful!" he murmured, his eyes glazed over with burning lust. "Just beautiful!" Gripping the writhing teenage girl tightly around the hips, he pulled her wetly glistening young pussy forward toward his face. By sliding down a bit in the chair, he hit it just right. Spreading the soft, auburn hair with his thumbs, he flicked his tongue forward into the moistly flowering slit of her vagina.

Above him Ginnie crooned with delirious pleasure, the sudden electrifying contact of his tongue with the tiny bud of her clitoris obviously driving her wild. She bucked furiously at his mouth, presenting the full, soft furriness of her young pussy to his wetly hungering mouth.

"That's a girl…" he breathed into her wet and slippery pink-tinged genitals. "That's a girl!" It was this that he'd tried to do to Kay that night… and now he relived that moment, but this time it was a pleasure-filled event… it was something he really enjoyed doing, especially since little Ginnie so obviously enjoyed it too… unlike Kay… who had fought him all the way, even though he was sure he had brought pleasure to her unwilling loins! Moment by moment, as he swirled his tongue deep within the nakedly offered pit of Ginnie's temptingly spread pussy, his hands making the soft flesh of her hips and buttocks writhe from the harsh pressure he exerted on them, his mind jumped back to that night… his wedding night!

Kay bucked and squirmed under the maddening torture of her new husband's lapping tongue until she thought she would go crazy. How could this obscene act be happening to her on her wedding night? It was insane… She raised her head from the bed and the tendons in her lovely long neck stretched as she tried to see his face again.

"No… no… I can't… I can't!" she cried, over and over again, realizing that something terrible was about to happen, something even worse than the humiliation and disappointment she was experiencing as a result of her husband's strange desire. She had read of such things, but had always considered it unnatural, and certainly had never dreamed that such an immoral act would be performed on her! She had looked forward to this night for so long… building up in her mind the wonderful image of her handsome new husband… a good catch by any standards, and a man who gave every indication of being capable of being a loving husband and father to the children she hoped to have one day soon. But now revulsion and humiliation spread through her system, as the tender love-making she had waited for all her girlhood life now seemed more and more an impossible dream.

Kay focused on the strange lewd sight of his wet and glistening face half buried between her straining legs, felt the harsh pressure of his thumbs pressing into the whiteness of her wide-held thighs. It was just too horrible to endure! His expression was one of a crazed lunatic, and she hardly recognized him as he rapidly shifted his head from side to side increasing the horrid over-wet sensations between her legs, sending shivers of ugly vexing feeling through her tormented genitals. She lay her head back suddenly relaxing the tense effort in her muscles.

"It just can't be happening… no… no… it can't!" she groaned as her shame and humiliation overwhelmed her. She wanted desperately to close her legs, to never open them again, but they were held impossibly wide and there was little she could do about it.

The worst thing was that in spite of her terror and revulsion at the degenerate act being performed upon her, she could feel the unmistakable beginnings of tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure within her loins. They would come suddenly, darting deep inside her quivering belly to disappear as she fought them off, reminding herself that she couldn't possibly be feeling anything akin to pleasure from this awkward and disgusting love-act. But then another ripple would come… more acute this time, and she closed her eyes slightly, clenching her small fists in Jim's sandy colored hair, pulling desperately to get him away from her. But Jim's hands reached up over the flat whiteness of her soft belly, and his fingers kept rolling the hardening nipples of her tender round breasts with relentless fury. With his mouth and tongue he worked animal-like as though he were performing a pagan ritual at the altar of a Goddess. His eyes remained open wide, above the wide-spread tightness of his new wife's cunt, and he watched her face, where it appeared up beyond the quivering white mounds of her breasts… waiting for some sign that she was enjoying this steady lapping at her defenseless cunt. He knew the sign must come soon… that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Any second the wonderful desire that he felt would spread to her and within moments he would be sinking his throbbing hot cock deep into the moist pink tissue of the little blonde pussy before him.

But Kay lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her trapped body to. There was really nothing she could do now, and she let the tears that stemmed from her shame well up into her blue eyes and stream endlessly down her glistening cheeks. She stared up at the ceiling now, listening to the horrid sucking noises that Jim was making down between her legs. She looked up at the egg-shell white color that she herself had picked out for her bedroom ceiling and as the vile noises expanded up toward it, she thought that she must have done something really terrible… perhaps in a previous life, to have such an awful thing happen to her on her wedding night.

She was being humiliated beyond her wildest imagination and she had to lie beneath him this way until he decided to stop. She had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life! She had so hoped that Jim would become her friend and that they would have a close and happy relationship, but now all that seemed hopelessly ruined. She would never forget the sight of him down there between her cruelly spread white thighs, nor the feeling of what was happening to her virgin genitals.

Jim cooed softly into his blonde wife's straining pussy. Before long she would be begging him for it… The way he felt at that moment he knew he could go on all night if necessary! He was going to give her a loving she would never forget! He brought his hands down and pushed them up under the backs of Kay's knees where they splayed out on either side of his body. Then he lifted and pushed them up and over her nakedly trembling body so that her kneecaps touched the strawberry tips of her tender breasts and exposed the entire flat plane of her downy, hair-fringed pussy to his sight. This would do the trick, he thought lustfully, as he spotted the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her wide-spread virgin pussy, and flicked the tip of his tongue into it.

"Ooooohhhh noooooo! Oh God… please don't… Jim… please!" Kay whimpered desperately trying to screw her warmly fleshed buttocks back down from the hot flicking of her husband's licking tongue. His only answer was another horrid stab with his pointed tongue into the tight fleshy ring of nether flesh. "AAAaaaagh!" Kay groaned, and tiny goose bumps began to form all over her quaking breasts and smooth white belly. She sobbed helplessly twice, and then with a terrible, sinking feeling, she felt her body give up. Through the horror she felt her wide-held buttocks jerk back in an involuntary spasm that sent a flood of delicious sensation coursing through her tingling nerve-endings. Kay clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her might against the wonderful little sparks of desire that threatened to devour her as Jim licked and mewled ceaselessly at her nakedly exposed loins below. She knew that within seconds the whole thing would be over. Something immense was building up inside her, and she could almost see it approaching with a terror that she feared more than anything else she had ever feared before in the 20 years of her young life. Her body was shamelessly aroused by some ghastly trick, and she was responding to the ugliness that was being performed upon her by her monstrous new husband.

Beneath her, Jim could sense the sudden submissive surrender inside her… he could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing in wisps against his nose and the sides of his face as Kay ground her buttocks slowly up against his face. She was his now – his! – he gloated. But just then, just when he knew that she was about to cum, that he was creating wonderful delicious shafts of pleasure inside her naked flesh, she kicked her legs upward and down in a surprise motion that caught him off guard. With lightning speed, she jack-knifed to a sitting position and leaped from the bed, leaving him sitting there, a shocked expression on his face, his nakedly thrusting cock protruding from his pajamas, hard and lust-bloated from the tension of waiting so long.

"Ooooooooh…oooohhhh… III'mmm, oh God I'm there!!!" Ginnie Reordon thrust her naked young hips forward jiggling her entire body with a tormented shaking motion that caused her impossibly erect little clitoris and tender cuntal flanges to grind unmercifully against Jim's wetly open mouth. Ferociously, he sucked back at her willingly presented pussy, bringing out the devils that danced inside her by starting a long, slow motion stroking with his tongue against the wide inner plane of her tight little cunt. His tongue created a maddeningly rising tingle within the young girl with each stroke and he could feel her every muscle tensed from the exertion of her coming climax. Feeling himself become more and more excited by the extent of Ginnie's arousal, Jim sucked wildly, his own neglected cock throbbing below and sending him mad messages of urgent need. Christ she was hot… what a hot little cunt! Then she was all arms and legs and bucking hips, and Jim felt her buffeting pussy strike with short explosive motions against his moistly working lips and tongue. Instinctively his hand went up to clamp across the young teenager's mouth, capping off her wild shrieks of pleasure, while he felt a gushing stream of orgasmic fluids inundate his already glistening face.

"Mmmmmnnnnoooooommmhh!" she moaned, her entire body twitching and jerking above him as he lapped insistently away at the continuing sensation of her orgasm. He felt it gradually subside as she moaned softly behind his hand. Finally, with a sigh of happiness, the cute teenager collapsed across his shoulder, and Jim's fingers found the soaking wet orifice of her streaming cunt. He began a fervent massage there, between the young girl's slightly parted thighs, and then he heard her sigh, "Oh… Fuck me… do it to me quick… quick! I want your big hard cock in me. Hurry!"

He begun unbuckling his belt when a loud buzzing noise filled his office. Ginnie jumped back from him, rapidly adjusting her panties and smoothing down her slightly rumpled skirt. Within seconds she was sitting on the chair across from him again, just as though nothing at all had happened.

"Damn it to hell!" Jim cursed, hurriedly pushing his swollen penis painfully back inside his shorts and zipping up his open fly. With one finger he pushed down the black button of his intercom box.

"Yes, Miss Folger. What is it?" he said tersely.

"The principals for the mortgage closing have arrived, Mr. Carroll. They're waiting for you in the conference room." There was an expectant pause.

Jim looked over at Ginnie who was applying lipstick, using a small compact from her purse.

"Tell them I'll be right there," he announced, flicking the intercom off with an annoyed gesture.

"I guess we'll have to continue this latter…" Ginnie said brightly. "I know just the place, Mr. Carroll… Here let me write it down for you… tomorrow night…" She was writing on a piece of paper from his memo pad, and Jim just found himself staring at the girl. How on earth was he going to get his mind on that meeting? He felt as though every brain cell in his head had been scrambled, and his big cock had been pumped full of hot air. It had been so close to happening!

"I'm not sure that I can…" he started to say, dubious about meeting Ginnie Reordon anywhere.

"Oh, but you have to… even if it just once… darling…" Ginnie leaned forward and suddenly planted a light kiss on Jim's lips. "It was nice… very nice… now you have to let me do something for you! I'll come by tomorrow to see if it's OK…" Then she was turning, moving for the door. Jim pressed the button that unlocked the door, and she exited rapidly, leaving him feeling as though he'd been struck by a thunder-bolt.

After a few moments he stood up, buttoning his coat and getting ready to go to the meeting. Then he remembered something and took out the over-draft sheets from the top drawer of his desk. He glanced along the list of names and account numbers. Sure enough there was Account Number 050-336-01… Virginia Reordon… OD 26.50. Jensen's Supply Store.

With a quick flick of his pencil, Jim wrote "pay" on the ledger and left the sheets out for his secretary to pick up. Then he headed for the conference room, clutching the piece of paper that Ginnie had written an address on in his fist, turning it over and over, the way the idea of meeting her there was being turned over in his lust-fogged mind.