This is the second of a three chapter installment. For continuity, please read GINNY TURNS PRO, Ch. 1, by clicking on my name and going to the link. For Ginny's previous exploits, read GINNY REMEMBERS DADDY and GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM. Please remember to vote and send feedback. Ginny loves both.
Performance night was a smash! Hundreds showed up and Ginny, suddenly, was much in demand as a local skating pro and instructor on the rise. I'd gathered all the videotape stock for editing and had snapped scores of still shots, downloading them into my laptop. Ginny and Carol were understandably emotionally high after the show and wanted to party. They'd changed into sweat suits and -- since it was early yet -- at Ginny's suggestion we bought some champagne, wine and snacks and went to my studio ten minutes away from the rink. At my insistence, Ginny had left on her black wig making her look like her prize student, Cindy. She also left on her fantastic, cat-like eye makeup.
At the studio we cranked up the music, drank two bottles of champagne, then started on the wine until the girls were giggling and rolling around on the large, eight foot square futon. I was pleasantly tired, and satisfied that we'd done a good job. While they were playing music and prancing about barefoot, I dimmed the lights, downloaded the still pictures into my editing computer, and started to segregate them into groups by individual skater.
Ginny switched off the CD player and put on an FM station that was playing some nice night music. As I was standing at my waist-high console, she came up behind me and stretched her arms around my upper thighs. She molded her body to my back, not allowing a bit of space between her curvy self and me. Running her hands up and down my front, she bit me lightly through my shirt and slurred to Carol, "See, Care, this big body is what turns me on so much. And, he's always so serious but, once he lets go, Gaw-uhd Damn!"
Carol was lying on her side with her head propped up on her elbow, sipping a glass of wine and looking at us through bemused eyes. She wore light blue sweat pants and a loose, white, sleeveless top, baring strong, tan shoulders and showing the generous swells of her bosom tenting its front. "C'mon, Gin, don't start! You know what that does to me!" she exclaimed, gulping at her glass then refilling it from a bottle on the floor.
I was a bit embarrassed, sensing what the designing Ginny might be up to. She was dressed in a two-piece, black velvet sweat suit with zippered top which she'd undone a little to show a lot of braless cleavage. Most of her theatrical eye makeup was still on, making her look like a surreal, black, furry cat. I emptied my glass, refilling it from a bottle on the console, and quickly gulped about half of that. She then came to me in front and, standing up on tiptoe, grasped me around the neck and made a big production of sticking her tongue into my mouth, moaning -- all for Carol's benefit -- who continued watching us from the side, several feet away. Then Ginny groped me, salaciously rubbing my cock up and down in my pantleg, out of Carol's sight line below the console. Her sweet mouth, garnished with the tart wine, stirred me as she noisily breathed her honeyed vapors into me. I embraced her tentatively, stroking her from ass to shoulders and up and down the tight muscles on each side of her spine. I reached under her top to stroke the flat plane of her tight tummy, then further up to cup each breast in my palms, rolling her nipples. She broke her embrace to put her hands lightly on my shoulders and pulled back to gaze at me through the slits of her lusty, heavily-painted eyes and whispered, "Mmmmnn, yeah."
"My God, you guys look sooooo hot! Jeeze, stop it, will you, Gin? Show me some consideration!" Carol exclaimed, gulping another half glass of wine.
"Just wait'll you see this, Care!" Ginny giggled playfully, and unzipped me, pulling out my cock and stroking it, also out of Carol's sight.
I must have registered something on my face, as Carol gasped, "Ooooh...Jeezus...God," then brought her glass again to her parted lips. Ginny's arm was clearly moving in a way that indicated her manipulation of me, and I began to close my eyes periodically, registering my mounting pleasure.
"Ooh, God, Carol, it's been two whole days! I've gotta taste him!" Ginny said suddenly, and swooped down below the console to engulf me with her hot, drooling mouth. Only the top of her black-wigged head could be seen by Carol, moving back and forth as Ginny blew me. I then realized that I was the subject of a voyeuristic exercise, and looked around at the staring Carol, grimacing occasionally as Ginny's wet throat brought me fully erect. I looked in a helpless way at Carol, groaned slightly, and she unconsciously returned the groan. We did it again, then again after a few seconds, vocally reciprocating the pleasure that Ginny created as she worked her wonders on my cock.
Carol's mouth was partly open as she watched me unblinking for several minutes as my hips undulated in time with Ginny's moving head. Continuing her gaze, she then began to very slightly move her pelvis to and fro, matching Ginny's and my movements. Very soon she slowly stuck her long, tan fingers down inside the top of her pants, pushed her hand lower to her crotch, and began the obvious task of rubbing her pussy as her eyes closed and mouth opened. She then lay back and put two fingers of her other hand in her mouth for a few moments, sucking them as if they were a surrogate penis. I was captivated by the strong, smooth, practiced strokes that were clearly revealed through the thick, cotton material, as well as her rhythmically hollowing cheeks. So mesmerized was I, in fact, that I forgot for a moment that Ginny was the one who was throating me.
I brought Ginny up from the floor and quickly emptied my glass. She looked at me inquiringly as I stooped to lift my pants, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward the futon where Carol reclined. Sensing our approach, Carol opened her dark, clouded eyes slightly and focused on my bobbing erection. As we sat gingerly next to her, she cooed softly with each pronounced movement of her hidden hand. Her lips protruded in a sexy pout, revealing a few perfect, white front teeth, and her breasts heaved with deep breaths. Each exhalation was marked by a measured, tremulous, sound that only hinted at a moan. It was a rhythmic, airy indication of a deep longing that I was sure would soon cause this woman to erupt into the galvanic throes of a crashing orgasm.
Ginny once again took me in her mouth and began deep bobs of her head, stopping only as her snorting nose was buried in my pubic hair. Transferring my attention, I began stroking Carol's taut legs through her pants -- kneading her tight, fleshy calves -- which caused her to open her eyes fully and stare at Ginny's groping lips as they engulfed my veiny, red, throbbing cock. She moved her legs away a bit, shyly rejecting my touch, but kept her eyes open as her hand and breathing increased their tempo. Each time Ginny would plunge her greedy mouth onto me Carol would open hers in mimicry, occasionally licking her lips. Her face took on a pleasurable smile, and at that I flexed my hips upward toward Ginny's mouth, exaggerating her rhythmic cock sucking for the sake of her sympathetic friend. Carol finally tilted her head to the side and her jaw became slack, her eyes losing their focus, as she rapidly began plunging her slick fingers into her smacking cunt, with her hand still obscured by her pants. My nose detected the smell of her rich, odorous effusions.
Carol then began an intermittent groaning as the first orgasmic wave washed over her. For the next minute or so, she mouthed deep, throaty moans, each one separated by a few seconds. "Ahunnh...ahunnh...ahunnh...ahunnh," then "AhUNNH...ahUNNH...ahUNNH...ahUNNH," as her legs began to tremble around her hand. Another minute passed with her getting more vociferous. The volume of her sounds grew as she graduated to a new level. "Nnngah...nnngah...nnngah," she groaned, then continued as another wave hit her, "NnnGAH...nnnGAH...nnnGAH, nnnGAH," she cried as her legs then stiffened and stood straight out, with long tan toes curling.
At that point I looked at Ginny, who was focused on me, and closed my eyes to indicate my impending climax. With her jaw exhausted by now, she pulled her wigged head off me and wanked me lavishly, flinging copious gobs of saliva over my groin. Ginny cried "AHH!" with me as the first splash of semen jetted from my cock to land on one of Carol's feet and ankle. "AHH!" she exclaimed again as two other shots flew to land on Carol's pants. Carol sat up to watch the red, pulsing head of my desperate rod exude two more streams down over Ginny's hand. Her tits heaved with heated breathing and her eyes glistened with wonder as the very last of my load soaked into the futon cover. As Ginny licked the residue from her hand, Carol very tentatively reached down to her foot and ankle, scraping my cum from them onto two fingers, and – looking at me – slowly placed them in her mouth for a long, savoring, taste.
On my knees, with my dick dangling, I gathered both of these gorgeous women into my arms for a long hug. "God," Carol gasped, burying her head in my shoulder. "I'm sooo embarrassed. Wha' da' ya' think of me?" she slurred. "Gin, I feel so guiiilty! You know how dirrrty I get when I drink."
"Aww, Care, babe, it's okay," Ginny soothed. "I wanted you to see us. And we watched you! Oooh, it's so cool...you even got a little taste."
