Ginger & Kim Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Ginger & Kim Pt. 01

... Kim was grimacing in pain and pleasure as Ron pounded her with his huge cock. Kim was having to get used to Ron, and Jacob for that matter, but she was game. She had been looking at us, but she then turned her head back as far as she could and sort of grunted. "I..., I am c-cumming Ron. Fuuuuuuck."

Ron grunted like some kind of wild animal and then screamed as he too had his climax. "Aaaaa, f-fuck..., cumming. Cumming hard, baby." He continued to grunt while the bed shook from him pounding my girl. I have to say it was hot. So very fucking hot watching my girl get fucked.

Chapter 8:

The rest of the night, well into the wee hours of the morning, my girls were fucked repeatedly. All the guys enjoyed their time with my women, but as I told them, it was not something I would want to do every day. They agreed, especially as the night passed and my two ladies became warn out.

Over the next few days my girls rested, and let me do the same. I was staying home now, and part of what I was doing was helping the crews remodel the house. Clean-up, painting, small tasks that just about any average guy could do. It was fun and rewarding. I felt like I was making a real contribution, and my ladies kept calling me things like, theirmanly man, theirconstruction stud, theirpersonal handyman. It was embarrassing, but they knew I loved it.

I think it was about ten days after the wild night that I was lying in the guest room as we called it now. It was after ten, we had shared a ...

... quiet dinner, the three of us. Sometimes I just wanted to be alone, read, and watch some TV, albeit on my very small twenty-inch TV. I was reading a book I love, Watership Down. Don't ask me why I remember, I just do. Kim knew I liked my private time, but, she wanted to see me. She knocked on my door and rather than call out I got up and went and opened it. "What's up love?"

"May I come in?"

"Of course, it's your house."

She punched me. "It's your house too baby. You know that." I smiled at her as she came into my room. She was never going to be considered a true beauty, but to my eyes, she is a ten. "Well...," she pointed at the bed, "Can we talk?"

"Uh oh, this sounds serious," I responded.

Again she punched me as she motioned me to sit on the single bed. "You like it here, right? I mean..., you like me and Ginger. This house. Our situation."

"Yes I do, why would you ask me that?"

"I am afraid that night. You know, that night with the guys. I am afraid we might have..., I don't know, scared you?"

I leaned back on the bed. I was looking up at the ceiling as I answered her question, "Not scared as in I thought I might lose you. Scared as in I made a bad decision and you guys were going to be hurt. Do you know what I mean?"

"I do, but did we look like we were damaged? I mean, did we look like we were not having fun?" She shook her head as I sat back up. "Please, maybe we let it get carried away, but neither of us is complaining. We..., well, we were ...