John McKeon - Abused again and again

At eleven-fifteen Friday night in the airport parking lot, Ginger Martin waited apprehensively for Roger to walk around the Mustang with her suitcase and open the door. And when he did open it, Ginger started to get out, but Roger blocked her way. "Not yet, baby," he said. "It may be a long time before I see you again."

Ginger heard Roger's fly unzipping. She looked down as his huge cock flipped out of his pants. Roger's cock was the most magnificent thing about him. Every time she saw it, she could not help getting excited. His cock was over eight inches long and as fat as a club. His purple knob seemed to pulse. Roger Swain spread his legs and poked his cock at Ginger's face. Startled, Ginger flinched back and looked around nervously.

"Someone will see us, Roger!"

"I don't care. Suck it! I want to watch you swallowing my cum one more time before you fly off to San Diego." Roger stroked his mammoth shaft as he talked, pulling his foreskin back and forth.

The sight of Roger's erect cock was too much for her to pass up. Her mouth watered to have his throbbing knob sliding wetly over her tongue and poking deeply into her mouth and throat. The satiny texture of his cock head touched Ginger's lips. She tasted the tiny drop of clear fluid oozing from his slit.

Looking quickly around the parking lot to make sure no one could see them, Ginger opened her mouth and sucked Roger's cock into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, Ginger drove Roger's cock back and forth over her tongue. Roger's cock tasted like warm, succulent meat. Every time Ginger saw Roger's cock she felt an urgent need bubbling up inside her. How would she ever be able to live without Roger if he got caught? Ginger pulled her mouth from Roger's cock and begged him to go with her.

"I can't," Roger said, burying his fingers in Ginger's hair. "The police are going to be looking for me everywhere. It'll be safer for you if we split up."

Roger twisted Ginger's hair until the dark strands were like a harness around her head. Roger pulled Ginger's mouth back to his cock and forced his knob between her lips. Ginger took his throbbing knob back into her mouth and bathed it eagerly with her tongue. If it had to be this way, she would have to make this time last until Roger could get the horrible mistake with the police cleared up.

As Roger began to drive his cock back and forth between Ginger's lips, Ginger felt her arousal building quickly in her cunt. Juices oozed from her slit and began soaking her panties. She wanted to pull off her clothes and spread her thighs so Roger could bury his mammoth cock in her cunt. But there was not enough time. Eagerly, Ginger sucked Roger's knob, feeling his rhythmic pulse against her cheeks and tongue.

Roger groaned and tightened his grip in her hair, twisting the strands of hair tighter until Ginger's head was pulled against Roger's crotch. Roger's walnut-sized balls slapped against Ginger's neck each time he hunched his hips forward. Ginger relaxed her throat muscles and arched her neck to help Roger's cock penetrate deep into her throat.

Driving his hips faster and faster, Roger continued working his cock deeper into Ginger's mouth until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She felt his fat shaft stretching her throat and reaming so deeply into her that she could breathe only haphazardly. Yet she wanted even more of his cock plunging into her mouth. She fondled Roger's balls with her fingers and hefted them in her palms.

Each thrust into her mouth brought the juices in her cunt to a more and more copious flow, soaking her panties. Ginger lifted her skirt until it was above her hips and she reached between her thighs and stroked the outside of her cunt through her panties. Ginger felt primed to explode.

"That feels good," Roger rasped. "Keep it up. Suck it like an ice cream cane. Lick it! Ahhh!"

Ginger slid from the car seat and rested her ass on the edge of the door-frame. Lifting Roger's heavy balls, Ginger bathed them with her tongue, licking them until her saliva dripped in thick drops. She sucked and chewed on his soft flesh, taking care to avoid harming his balls. She felt the tension building within his cock. She buried her face in his crotch and wiped his prick with her cheeks and nose.

She could suck his cock forever, never taking her mouth from his wonderful shaft, but time would not permit. Roger released her hair and leaned forward until his fingers reached Ginger's youthful breasts. He dug into her braless orbs like he was kneading dough, puffing and stretching her breasts in reckless passion. Ginger felt her tits tingling under Roger's savage fingers.

Roger twisted and pinched Ginger's nipples until every nerve sizzled with passionate energy. Ginger's breathing came in deep gasps as she continued nursing his cock and balls. If only they had not gone to the bank yesterday. It was a freak coincidence that the bank was robbed shortly after they had left. And with Roger's past record, he would never be able to prove his innocence. Ginger was involved simply because she had been driving the Mustang.

As Roger's cock plowed like a piston in and out of her mouth, Ginger realized that in all of her eighteen years, she had never loved anyone as deeply as she did Roger, despite the fact that she had known him less than two months. Roger began groaning louder and louder and Ginger realized his climax was rapidly approaching.

Ginger sucked and slurped her lips and tongue over Roger's cock with more passion than she had ever lavished on his dick before. She wanted to give him something to remember until they were together again. She felt his burning knob searing against her throat and plunging to the hilt in her mouth. His loins slammed against her lips and nose with each savage thrust.

Ginger forced her hand between Roger's legs until she could massage his ass-crack and she could toy with the opening to his anus. She pressed a finger against his tightly clenched sphincter muscle and massaged gently. She placed her free hand to her own crotch and stroked her cunt lips, feeling her arousal flaming hotter and hotter. Ginger flicked her tongue over the underside of Roger's knob and sucked the oozing juices from his slit.

She felt his cock throbbing and pulsing against her mouth and throat. Each thrust brought Roger closer to orgasm. Ginger wanted it to last and last, but time forced them to hurry. Roger's hips drove his cock into Ginger's throat with eager, lustful plunges that demanded all of Ginger's attention. Ginger purred like a cat every time Roger's big cock plunged into her throat and she sucked air into her lungs each time Roger drew back for another thrust.

As Roger continued ramming his cock into Ginger's mouth and his passion grew to the point of burning intensity, his movements became more and more savage until he was stabbing his cock as hard as he could into her throat. Ginger loved it and wanted more. Ginger welcomed the vicious thrusts of his cock into her mouth. She kept her neck arched to guide his eager cock deep into her throat.

Ginger felt Roger's knob pulsing hotter and hotter with each thrust. She tasted his slick shaft and sucked the juices from his knob each time drew his cock back. Roger's fingers tortured her breasts and nipples as he caressed her breasts. Yet she enjoyed everything Roger did to her. And as her own passion continued growing to match Roger's, Ginger sucked even harder on his cock. She wanted his prick buried in her mouth as deep as it would go.

Then she heard footsteps coming down one of the rows of parked cars. She looked up just long enough to see a young couple walking arm in arm toward the terminal oblivious to her and Roger. Ginger resumed sucking and bathing Roger's cock, slurping her tongue over his feverish head and shaft until his entire organ glistened with her saliva.