Chapter 5
They pulled in front of a ranch-style home late that afternoon. Frank parked next to a dark blue sedan. Before killing the engine, a tall, dark-haired man emerged. Bare-chested, he exhibited a heavy carpet of hair. With muscles rippling, he gave the impression of being "cock of the walk." He looked directly at Eva.
"Hey, Frankie," he said, breaking into a grin, "I like your riding companion."
"Eva, meet Dominic, my partner."
Eva attempted to avert his gaze. His chest nonetheless captured her attention. She offered a weak smile.
Dominic made no secret of his immediate attraction. He stared at Eva as though he had x ray vision. His lengthy perusal brought color to her cheeks. like Frank, Dominic seemed a virile beast and anxious to prove it. She had no doubt of his prowess.
Another new face came into view. A beautiful redhead with a set of eye-popping curves wrapped in a sheet came to the door. Upon seeing Frank, she waved. "How's it goin', Frankie?"
Frank nodded. "Pretty good." To Eva, he commented, "That's Ginger. She and Dominic have been together for a while."
"Yeah," Dominic muttered, his eyes glued to Eva. "A little too long."
Ginger promptly elbowed him. "Sure didn't feel that way this afternoon when you put it to me, doll."
Dominic took her rebuking in stride. "You know how it is with us romantics," he explained to Eva as though they were alone. "That kind of action has gotta happen."
Eva nodded as though it were patently clear. The picture slowly came into focus. Frank and his buddy struck her as gangsters. Their manner was a strong indication.
She had shut the briefcase before Frank returned from his phone call. The reason he kept a gun in his glove compartment wasn't sought. She didn't think it her business, nor was she dying to know. Frank might have it in light of the small fortune he was carrying. His pending transaction had not been up for discussion.
For the duration of their trip, she strove to displace it from her mind. Though determined not to jump to conclusions, the money and weapon had triggered a warning. Frank gave her no basis for concern. He drove with his arm around her and occasionally kissed the back of her neck. His stream of affection briefly blocked any disturbing thoughts.
Meeting Dominic contributed to her belief that something was not right.
Dominic completed his candid study of Eva and turned to Frank. "Did our friend show?"
Frank shook his head. "I still have everything." He gestured to the briefcase.
"That mother-fucker," Dominic spat. "He better not double-cross us, or I swear-"
Frank silenced him with an upraised hand. "Ginger, why don't you and Eva freshen up while Dominic and I talk business? Maybe you've got something else for her to slip into. We'll go out for an early supper afterward."
"Sure, Frankie." She crooked her finger at Eva. "Come on, doll. You look like you slept in those things. Don't worry. I've got extra. We'll see what fits."
The second they walked into the bedroom, the smell of sex hit Eva. The disheveled bed sheets strongly brought about that hunch. Images of Dominic and Ginger rolling about naked on that king-sized mattress flickered through her head. The aroma that resulted from their feverish activity was distinguishable.
Eva didn't think any of the buxom redhead's garments would do. Her measurements alone were startling. Ginger--likely wore a size "D cup. She probably stretched anything she owned in front.
Ginger sifted through the wardrobe in her closet. Eva decided that the house belonged to her, not Dominic. During her search, she immodestly let the sheet wrapped around her body drop to the floor. Eva observed the chesty redhead parading her assets without a stitch. Her fabulous body merited a prolonged examination. Eva had to admit that, in the nude, she was breathtaking.
Eva also noted that Ginger's nudity evoked strange feelings from within. Mentally, she viewed Ginger as merely another woman, but on a physical level, Eva noticed a pronounced tingling emanating from her loins. Coupled with the intoxicating scent of frantic lovemaking, Eva judged it very erotic.
A picture of Dominic, hairy and muscular, mounted upon that voluptuous figure, zoomed in. Eva recalled an intensity about him. She took another whiff of the cum he spilled. She could practically envision him humping Ginger, making her moan with his cock.
She studied Ginger's undraped backside as she went through her clothes. Her bare ass drew her curiosity. Its symmetry struck her. When she turned, Eva contemplated her huge globes. Ginger flaunted a succulent profile.
Eva vainly tried to dispel those impressions, but the embracing scent of animal relief pinched her nostrils. It astonished her how her sexual awareness had sharpened since Frank. Everything had such delightful clarity.
After several minutes of deliberation, Ginger settled upon a blouse and pair of shorts. "Try these on, doll. Let's see how you look."
Eva was amazed that they strangely suited her. Ginger favored shorts that exposed her hips. Eva, glad to be rid of her pantyhose and business attire, welcomed casual wear. Ginger tossed her a pair of high-heeled sandals. Fortunately, they shared the same shoe size. It wasn't her normal style of dress, but doable.
"So," Eva said, finding her voice, "Dominic and Frank are partners."
Ginger nodded. "They go way back, from the old neighborhood. Those two are always on the lookout for new business. They keep making the green stuff, and that pays the bills."
"What kind of deals?" Eva probed, attempting to block those ripe, pink nipples and copper-colored pubic triangle.
Ginger merely smiled. "Ask Frankie."
Eva received the impression Ginger was coached, and also that she was trespassing on forbidden ground. She made a careful retreat.
Those beautifully formed breasts screamed for her attention. Eva suppressed the urge to gaze at them.
Ginger, however, eyed her up and down without hesitation. "I noticed Dominic checking you out. You're not bad. In fact, you seem good for Frankie. He--likes your type."
"What's that?"
"Very chic."
"You're striking, too."
Ginger laughed. "I never heard it put that way, doll. To Dominic, I'm a piece of ass, but that's okay. I like making him happy. Besides, he's great in the sack."
Eva tried not to seem interested, but Ginger piqued her curiosity. "Oh?"
"He's got a big cock, and knows how to use it. His tongue works pretty good, too." She looked off in the distance, as though calling up a memory. "Frankie's hung like a horse-but you probably already know that."
Eva's bottom lip quivered.
Ginger waved her hand. "Don't get flustered, honey. This is just girl talk. I've had my innings with Frankie. I'm a sucker for Italians-they believe in pleasing a woman. Besides that, most of them are huge."
Eva didn't enjoy discussing Frank's sexual expertise. The entire scene grew uncomfortable. Additionally, she didn't want to keep looking at Ginger. She wished the woman would cover herself. The sight of her nakedness disturbed her. Eva walked over to the window and observed the two men in conference. Their conversation undoubtedly revolved around the money packed in Frank's briefcase.
Was she making the biggest mistake of her life, refusing to go home? Some peculiar aspects overshadowed her rhapsody with Frank.
While gazing at the men, Eva felt a pair of boobs pressing into her back. The velvet touch of flesh jolted her. Ginger's nipples poked at her, followed by warm exhalations. Clasping Eva by the shoulder, she anchored herself. They swayed as one.
Eva roughly swallowed. The heat was dizzying. Her touch stunned her.
"What are they doing out there?" Ginger huskily whispered.
Eva suspected Ginger wasn't nearly as curious about the men. Those pointed nipples delving into her back underscored that notion. Her temperature slowly rose. The smell of perspiration wafted. 'Talking, I guess."
Ginger spoke softly, slurring her syllables. Her tongue traced Eva's ear lobe. "That's okay, doll. We'll have a little fun of our own."
A pleasant numbness overtook Eva. She didn't expected amorous attention from that voluptuous female. Apparently, Ginger was indiscriminate between genders. She voiced no complaint, nor requested that Ginger stop. Those pleasure-giving fingers awakened every cell in her body.
Eva quivered while her eyes rested on Frank. Ginger continued to fondle her. Her hands traveled down her sides, then clasped her buttocks. Before Eva could digest that thrill, Ginger cupped her mound and squeezed. Her pussy strongly tingled. Surveying Frank while being stimulated was truly unique. Eva looked upon his fiercely masculine face while Ginger massaged her erogenous zones.
"Oh, God," Eva muttered under her breath. The caressing and the feast of odors that permeated the bedroom seduced her.
Ginger disengaged the buttons of her blouse, one by one. Her erect nipples sprang from hiding. Ginger bunched her tits together, reveling at their silken consistency. Her manipulation of them brought luscious shivers. Eva swallowed harshly as her nipples went into Ginger's mouth, then moaned from her riveting suck. Her tongue swirled around each nub, leaving a foamy path.
"Mmmmm," Eva heard Ginger sob in satisfaction. She drew upon her raised tip.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. Eva leaned against the wall and sighed, wallowing in that physical luxury.
After attending both nipples, Ginger sank to her knees. Eva's long, sleek legs surrounded her perched form. Ginger opened her shorts. Eva heard-and tolerated-the tug of her zipper. Ginger eased the shorts she'd lent over Eva's slim hips. Eva was much too woozy to comment, much less react. Her arms hung limply at her sides. Her warm breath swept across her midriff and fanned her crotch. Ginger's saliva dripped from her sucked nipples. Her panties descended her hips. Eva felt a warm draft on her pussy. Ginger panted at its unfurled sight.
Eva was crippled with desire. The muscles of her body tensed. Peering through the window, Eva checked on Frank and Dominic. Neither man seemed to wonder what was keeping the girls. They continued to mutter between themselves. Dominic balled his fist and smacked his palm while Frank adamantly shook his head.
Eva couldn't move, nor utter a sound.
Ginger's thumbs pushed her delicate folds aside. Her tongue advanced into her juicy crack. Eva clenched her teeth as she wriggled into her snatch. Her tongue separated her cunt lips. Ginger stroked her inner thighs and wove through her blonde curls while Eva gasped for air. Hungrily, she dove into her pussy. Her movements were fluent. She licked the walls, extracting their flavor. Eva spewed into her mouth. Ginger's wiggling tongue brought the flow of cunt juice.
Eva glanced out the window. Neither Frank, nor Dominic, noticed her. She regretted not leaving the room before Ginger made her move. Reflecting on her seduction, Eva couldn't have fled the tongue that pleasured her. Ginger slurped her privates so splendidly, nothing could have propelled her exit. Eva slumped against the wall with her legs splayed, watching Ginger nibble and suck. Her face was partially obscured behind the blonde feathering of her snatch. After a few moments of study, her head lobbed to the side. A guttural moan emerged from the bottom of her throat.
"Ohhhh," Eva wailed, pressing herself to Ginger's mouth. "Oh, yes. Eat me."
Eva tried to keep her sobs to a minimum, but Ginger's whips were so imaginative and thrilling, containment was impossible. She delivered joy in waves, each overpowering her. Eva, loving the way she ate her, didn't want Ginger to stop.
Ginger stared at Eva while devouring her pussy. Those eyes, seen through her silky wisps, regarded her with total candor. She molded those freshly painted lips to her cunt and gently sucked. Eva profusely oozed from the pressure of her tongue. She gulped all the nectar Eva could yield. Her thirst fiercely excited her. That serpentine appendage fucked her wet, wanting hole.
Eva's sodden flesh muffled her grunts. "Mmmmm," she murmured into her snatch. "Mmmmm."
Ginger caressed her bare thighs. Her touch was pure electricity. Her clit received the benefit of an experienced licking. She extravagantly circled her love button. Bubbles of spit slithered over that quivering patch. Her lips pinioned her drenched flaps, enabling her tongue to delve into her itchy center. Her darting and groping catapulted Eva into oblivion.
The scene beyond the window blurred. Eva was too incapacitated to dissociate herself from those sweet, sucking lips. She became lost in Ginger's feeding frenzy. She sucked and swallowed her honeyed secretions. Ginger exhibited quite an appetite for cunt. Eva's clit burned against her sinuous tongue. She held her legs open, aching for more of its bewitching dance.
"Yes," Eva whispered, pushing her snatch into her mouth. "Take it. Please. More. Ohhhh."
Ginger pulled her down to the floor. Eva did not protest the demand of her hands, nor did she attempt escape when those silky thighs curved around her head. Ginger's red fluff advanced toward her face. Those pink, pouting lips opened just before molding to her mouth.
"Give me some head, doll," Ginger murmured. "I need to get licked."
Eva responded to its thrilling vapors. She let out her tongue and slid it into place. Instantly, she tasted jism. Dominic's spent cum still lingered in her pussy. His feral expression flashed before her. She vividly remembered his piercing stare and suggestive comments. That strapping beast had just finished with Ginger when she arrived with Frank. She tasted his creamy residue.
It was almost as though she had sucked Dominic to climax and was swallowing his cum. The strange part was that she found it inside Ginger.
"Suck me," Ginger moaned, pushing down on Eva's face. "Suck my pussy."
Eva's mouth began to function. She drew upon that tender flesh, extracting what was left of Dominic. It was the first time she'd had a snatch in her mouth, yet its sweetness prevailed. She rubbed Ginger's cunt with her lips and tongue. Ginger's juices poured down her throat.
"Oh, yeah," the redhead moaned, humping her face. "Harder. Faster."
Ginger's clit bulged against her serpentine tip. More of her nectar trickled, only to be gulped. Eva, who had never attempted such a thing, found herself enjoying it.
"Yeah," Ginger whimpered. "Keep doing that. You're going to make me cum."
Eva whipped her into a frenzy. She sucked hard on Ginger, enjoying her tremors. None of it seemed real. That moist patch of flesh kept descending on her.
Meanwhile, Ginger cupped her buttocks and licked on her snatch. Eva heard her gulp down everything she siphoned. Back and forth went that spirited tongue, driving her insane. It almost impaired Eva's concentration. Lightheaded, she reciprocated.
"Ohhhh."
It didn't take much. Ginger started to wail and pitch. Soon, her breasts vibrated. Eva's pelting mound muffled her cries. Ginger remained attached throughout her feverish shake.
Eva could not elude orgasm. Its flames flickered at her snatch. Just as she spasmed, the door opened. Frank and Dominic entered. They saw her contracting while Ginger drank. Her lips widened and a prolonged sob erupted.
"Oh, Christ," Eva whimpered, feverishly convulsing. Her lips were wet with Ginger's juice. She hadn't wiped them. Slamming into Ginger's face, Eva implored that the redhead eat all that she spurted.
Frank and Dominic exchanged smug looks. The girls' performance amused and titillated them. They thoroughly approved.
"That's some girl," Dominic remarked to Frank. "She's really hot."
Frank nodded. "Yeah."
Eva slipped away from Ginger's mouth. Weak from her experience with Ginger's tongue, she couldn't register embarrassment. Nothing that had happened from the time she left the airport with Frank seemed abnormal.
"You girls got yourselves worked up, eh?" Frank said. "Ginger, you shouldn't have been walking around in the buff. See what happens when you flash that pussy."
"We don't want them to forget what a cock feels like," Dominic said.
"No," Frank said. His features took on a serious outlook as he took off his belt and unzipped.
Eva, woozy from orgasm, watched the men drop their pants. She gazed at their hairy legs, then at the bulge in their underwear. Ginger was already breathing roughly. Both anticipated getting something big and hard to really finish the job.