This is the third of a three chapter installment. For continuity, please read GINNY TURNS PRO, Chs. 1 and 2, by clicking on my name and going to the link. For Ginny’s previous exploits, read GINNY REMEMBERS DADDY and GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM. Ginny thanks you in advance for your votes. We’ll try to respond to all of your great feedback.
The next day it was another sunny morning at the photo studio. I replaced the futon cover, stowing in the laundry room the evidence of Saturday’s debauchery, and opened doors and windows to air out the big room. Ginny and Carol arrived, once again bearing food and drink. Over a pot of coffee and rolls we spent about three hours editing the remaining five ice show videotapes for Ginny’s students, and dubbed copies of all but that of the 18-year-old Cindy, her most accomplished pupil, who wanted to skate professionally.
There was a noticeable lack of tension in the air. Ginny was bubbly as usual. Carol was radiant and more relaxed than I’d seen her, having obviously enjoyed yesterday’s fucking. Both were dressed very casually and were barefoot. Ginny wore cutoffs and a black tee shirt, revealing braless nipples that challenged the thin, green cotton. Carol had on long, pink, skin-tight pants with a black tank top, cropped at the bottom to show an attractive navel centered on her slightly- pregnant, tan belly. Her ass hinted at an alluring, french-cut panty line. I was in tee shirt, shorts and topsiders.
No mention was made of the day before, though I’m sure the ladies had discussed it, either as they drove home or while returning this morning. Ginny was very demonstrative physically, now obviously comfortable with our threesome. Carol was slightly more reserved, though very much at ease with our touching bodies. She was quiet, and I noticed that her hip or leg caressed my upper arm as I sat, whenever we worked closely. The heat of her body was distracting, and I – we both, or all three – knew that the afternoon would probably find us once again at play. Carol’s favorite place this morning, though, was across the counter from me, watching the monitor. I’d frequently look up at her and catch her regarding me with a sparkling glint in her eyes.
Shortly after noon there was a soft knock on the open door and Cindy swept in, dramatically throwing her white windbreaker on a chair. She and Ginny embraced, and my eyes went immediately to her ass. With her back to me, I saw that she was barely clothed in a pair of the briefest red short shorts. Carol caught me looking, and returned my glance with a knowing twinkle. Cindy turned toward me, shyly looking up to murmur a greeting, then hugged Carol. She was wearing a white halter-type top over her upthrust C-cup breasts, with a single spaghetti strap holding up the front and going around her neck that under the safest circumstances barely prevented its collapse. The 18 year old’s breathtaking, 5’6” body defied quick description. She measured perhaps 36-22-36, with her lower butt cheeks spilling out of her shorts and her gonzo legs replicating those of the curvaceous Ginny. With an effort that challenged more than one law of physics, the halter top strained to prevent her round, fleshy tits from lurching out of their perch. Her rippling belly and the seductive saddle where her legs met, bounded by hard, creamy thighs, looked as if they could suck a python into her tender reaches. Carol smirked at me privately as I loaded Cindy’s tapes into the editor, while Cindy and Ginny reviewed her album of stills.
I sat at the console as they oohed and aahed over the album. Then it was time to view Cindy’s rough-cut tape. She sat next to me in a low chair as I sat on the higher drafting stool. Ginny stood next to me on my left, with an elbow on my shoulder, and Carol was across the counter, regarding me with a wry smile. We ran through the ten-minute tape once, then – at Cindy’s request – restarted it and proceeded slowly to elicit her responses. She was very animated, unconsciously almost touching my bare thigh below my shorts, then withdrawing her hand, while signaling for me to stop and make slight changes. I glanced down every once in a while at the bulging upper slopes of her firm mammaries and she caught me once, looked away embarrassed, and her nipples hardened. As they poked defiantly through her top, her face and upper chest flushed. I looked at Carol, who by this time was ignoring the monitor, and she returned my glance, raising her eyebrows as if to ask, ‘What’re ya’ gonna do now, buddy?’ I decided to be firmly in control of this ridiculous situation and exercise some discipline.
“Can I use your bathroom?” Cindy asked.
“Sure. Right there,” I pointed.
She was off in a flash. As the door lock clicked, Ginny stuck her wet tongue in my ear and Carol came around the counter to my right and grasped my hardening rod through my shorts. “Is Cindy getting to our dirty old man?” Carol whispered teasingly in my right ear, reaching up my shorts leg to grab my lengthening, bare cock. “Huh? Is she getting you all hard for us? Isn’t she just a little young for you, you big fucker? Huh? You can’t really want her with all this experienced woman flesh just waiting for you, can yooou?” she drawled, breathily.
I almost bit my tongue, wanting to inform Carol that once a bull has had all the cows in the pasture, any new, attractive arrival becomes a prime target. But I didn’t. I just sat there while she slowly stroked me to erection, making gutteral sounds in my throat. Ginny then moaned, “Ooh, JJ, I‘m getting all wet,” and began kissing me deeply with a probing tongue.
Cindy was in the bathroom for quite a while, almost ten minutes. As she emerged, flushed, Ginny and Carol broke from me and resumed their positions, leaving me with a raging hard on. Cindy sat down and directed me to a sequence where one of the cameramen had focused for a long time on her pelvis, her butt, and the area between her knees and waist as she skated her routine. “Umm…do we have this on another camera where my whole body shows? This one’s kind of embarrassing!” she giggled.
