Ginger Spanx: A Redhead For Xmas

"Mmmgahk!" Thom held back a laugh as the pattern repeated. Two fingers in this time, her own retreat away from them choking her on his cock. Sooner than with one finger, she was pushing back on two.

"Ginger." She looked up at her name, her eyes opening. They had been closed, lost in her overwhelmed bliss, filled, used, the center of too much attention. Thom saw his wife twist her hand, working the two fingers deep inside. Ginger's face showed the strain. He stroked her cheek. "Ginger. Are you ready?"

Her eyes showed concern, worry, fear. It made him twitch in her mouth. Then she nodded. Holding him between her lips.

"Good girl." His hand lingered on the side of her head. "Turn around for me."

Ginger hesitated, then gasped as the fingers pulled out, left her. He placed his other hand opposite the first, gently eased her mouth off him. "Turn around."

She stood, waist deep in the hot water, and spun, his hands and words guiding her. "Up on the seat. Lean over. Lift your ass for me. That's it, good girl."

He turned to his wife, holding out one palm. "Spit."

He greased the natural lubricant along his shaft as he looked down at the exposed, ready redhead. His fingers grabbed the wadded fabric at her waist, thumb trailing lower. The broad pad of the thumb found her pucker and pushed.

"Ahhh!" Ginger shut off the cry, clenched her jaw. "Oh!"

The thumb left as quickly as it had slipped in. She groaned when he rubbed his bulbous head over the spot. It was so slick, so soft and smooth, and it threatened so much. He aimed, his fist wrapped around the shaft. His hips humped forward.

"Ohgoddam! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Her voice trailed off to a strained whisper. The lips moving, without sound. He held still, his head in, past the tight ring of her entrance.

Thom stroked her red hair, dark with its own wetness. "Good girl."

He pushed. She groaned, her back arching. His hand seized hair to hold her that way, pulled back a tiny bit, not much more than an easing of the inward pressure, pushed again. Steady, undeniable, further forward with his hips, into her.

Ginger blew out steady pulses of puffed breath. An instinctual Lamaze exercise. Nikki began to stroke her face, her temples and hair, when Thom brought both hands down to pale hips. His thumbs and first knuckles pushed the tight bunched Spanx higher around Ginger's waist.

Back, more pulling Ginger off him than his own hips retreating. In, a slow impalement returning, her tight, protesting ring squeezing along his shaft as his hands tugged her to him. Back. In.

Nicole eased Ginger's head up, slipped her own trim body onto the edge of the tub, sitting with her legs in the water. She guided the unresisting realtor into her lap, to cradle her head there, face down. Thom's rhythm settled into a slow, deep stroke.

"She likes it there, sweetheart." Nicole leaned down close to Ginger, stroking."Don't you?"

"Uh." Thom pushed in.

"What's that, Ginge?" Nicole was grinning.

"Uh-huh."

Thom stroke quickened. Still steady, not rough but deep.

"Yeah, babe! Fuck that ass." Ginger moan was loud at Nicole's words. "You gonna cum in that ass for me?"

Thom's groan, near a growl, joined the redhead's. Slim, pale hips began to move, adding their action to his.

"See, babe? The bitch wants your cum, she needs it. Don't hold back, fuck her ass until you cum."

Ginger's back rose as she drew in a hard breath, shaking. Then she sobbed. Thom paused midstroke. The sobbing continued, shudders passing down her spine. Ginger's arms wrapped around Nicole's waist and she pushed back onto Thom, finishing his delayed stroke.

She sniffled hard, wet. A series of sobby shakes wracked her. She turned her head enough that he could see her profile. "Gimme." Barely a whisper. "Please."

Thom shoved in, punctuating the action she had resumed for him. She cried out at the deeper depth he had found, then settled into a softer, surrendered sob, still whispering. "Gimme please. Gimme gimme yeah oh god fuck yes."

The eager watching look of his wife, waiting to see him cum, filling this hot little ass, fueled each stroke. The tears and begging of the redhead added pure oxygen to the fire swirling in tighter and tighter spirals somewhere behind his balls and brain.

The snowflakes grew larger, slowed their descent. Maybe they too needed to witness as he exploded into her deepest core. A single sobbing cry signaled her own release. Nicole's eyes were wide, almost crazed, her jaw dropped and slack. Then he saw his wife cum, joining them, her face screwing into familiar lost ecstasy. Wrench after wrenching spasm emptied him into Ginger, clenching fingers sinking into her flesh.

Thom's chest heaved with the struggle to recover his air. Ginger shivered, still making soft noises, her thin frame almost limp on the edge of the tub.

"Come here, pretty girl." Nicole's eyes were bright as she peeled the realtor' skimp body up, supporting her as she sank back into the warm water, into the blond's arms. Ginger squeaked, surprised, when the action pulled Thom, softening, from inside her relaxing back door.

He chuckled, then stepped over the tub edge, onto the deck. Naked in the slow quiet of the filling snow, he padded to the door. "I'll be right back."

Thom cleaned himself, soft but still full, heavy. He grinned at his reflection, not quite believing what had happened this night. He shook his head. He'd fucked their hot realtor Ginger, cumming inside her while Nicole watched. He'd spanked her ass hard enough to leave marks from his hands. He and his wife had fucked the little redhead from both ends, choking her on his cock. He had just exploded inside her ass as all three climaxed. He grinned again. "You're a lucky man. A very lucky man."

When he opened the sliding door, he saw Nicole leaning over Ginger. His wife held the second joint, now leaking smoke into the chill air, between two fingers, her hand held up, out of the water. The two women had their mouths, their lips together. Nicole pulled back. As Thom stepped close to the tub, Ginger leaned forward, coughed out a thick cloud of grey-white smoke. Nicole drew in another deep hit.

When Thom slipped back into the water, reclining his head on the sculpted neck rest, Nicole climbed onto his submerged lap. His arms wrapped around her, hands exploring her lithe, toned body, naked on him. She leaned in close; he opened his lips to hers, inhaled when she breathed out another lungful. Thom was capable of taking his own hit, but the couple has always found the shared smoke a sensual, connecting experience.

Smoke drawn in and held, they kissed, soft, wet, deep. Tonight had been a different, deeper sensual experience.

"Hey! What about me?" Ginger looked at them, pouting her lower lip. Nicole beckoned her near.

"I'm in a sharing mood. Thom, sweetie, help out our deprived guest." She shifted to one side of him as Ginger floated near. Thom kept one arm around his wife's naked waist, snaked the other around the redhead. He kissed them both before the three settled close together, relaxing in the water as the snow fell.

Eventually, Nicole stirred. Ginger's eyes were closed, her breathing slow, her head resting on Thom's shoulder. "We better start thinking about getting this girl home."

He nodded, planted a soft kiss on Ginger's lips. Her eyes fluttered open. "Mmmm. So nice."

"Time to wake up, beautiful." His voice was low.

"Okay." Her answer was an innocent whisper.

"Can you walk, or should I carry you?"

The redhead smiled. "I can walk, I think."

Nicole held her hand, guiding her out of the tub. Thom shook his head in mock despair at his wife. "See. Time to clean the tub. I warned you."

"I'll drain the tub. Merry Christmas, baby."

Thom grinned as slid open the door for the ladies. "A tub cleaning? That's my present? Not even wrapped?"

Nicole slapped Ginger on one of his larger red handprints still showing on the pale skin. The redhead squealed, scooted inside. "I saw you unwrap this present."

He followed them in, closed the door against the cold. "She's not even unwrapped yet."

It was true. The soaked Spanx were bunched around her waist, clinging tight and translucent to her upper body. Dark splashes grew on the carpet as she dripped.

Nicole grabbed her arm, dragged Ginger into the attached bath. Thom watched the redhead shimmy, his wife tug the sopping support garment slowly up and off of her lithe, now pink body, over her head. It landed with a wet plop on the tile floor.

"Damn, girl. Why do you wear that thing anyhow?" Nicole had her hands on her hips, checking the naked redhead out. "There is not an inch or an ounce out of place on that little body."

Ginger shrugged, her eyes down, but glancing at Nicole's harder, leaner body. "It feels...good. Structured." She shivered, naked and wet.

Nicole flicked on the overhead heat lamp, pulled her in close under its radiant warmth. "I'll warm you up, little girl."

One toned arm wrapped around the redhead's waist, one hand found the back of her neck. They kissed, slow and deep. Nicole glanced at her watching husband over a pale shoulder. "Come on, babe. Ginger needs to be warmed up."

The slim realtor moaned when he pushed up against her back, felt his thickness, not hard but threatening to awake, pressing against her just above where he had stretched her open and filled her tight, forbidden door. Where he had pumped his seed inside her. They sandwiched her, adding their warmth to that of the radiance from above, stroking, kissing. Still damp from the tub, skin began to slick over skin, as the heat encouraged sweat to replace the drying water.

Ginger threw her head back against Thom's shoulder, covering his face in damp red silk, filling his nostrils, his head, with her scent. The scent of Ginger sweat and Ginger sex. Rich. Spicy. Nicole brought soft open lips and a hard tongue to the neck exposed in front of her, close against her throat.

Nicole's tongue and lips felt the throat vibrate from the cry they inspired. She kissed, licked harder. Added teeth. Her hands roamed over the slim body trapped against her, finally exposed and bare. Pale skin so soft, delicate, it felt fragile compared to Nicole's own tan skin. She spread sweat from between their bellies up over a small creamy breast. Slick fingers rolled the tiny pink nipple against a thumb.

Ginger's cry went on, varying higher, lower in both pitch and volume. No words. Just letting go, giving in. Until the fingers left her nipple and the hand travelled down over her slick belly again. Only when Nicole's hand continued down, down between slender creamy thighs did words come out.

Slippery fingers did not hesitate before caressing, massaging through tender folds. One tip pushed inside, withdrew. Then they began their rolling pinches again, on a more sensitive, moister nub.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Fingers released their pressure, plunged inside.

"Ahhhh!"

Back up, soaked, rolling, pinching, teasing.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Thom leaned in through her hair, inhaling. His lips found an ear. Nibbled.

"Nhh. Uh. Uh. Oh. Fuck fuck fuck."

"Is that what you want?" Nicole asked. Her fingers did not pause. They curled, pushed deep inside Ginger as she added a follow up question. "You need fucked again, little slut?"

"Fuuuck!"

"What do you think, Thom? Want to fill her back up with your cum? I think I sucked the last load out."

"Two." Ginger forced the correction out.

"What?" Nicole almost glared at her. She pushed ducking fingers in, held them there.

"Two loads." The redhead gave a weak smile.

"Seriously?" Nicole's eyes went to her husband. "And then another in her ass?"

He shrugged.

"Got one more for her twat?"

"Hey! I don't like that word."

The fingers moved.

"Fuck!"

"I know, sweetie. Fuck your twat. I'm working on that. Wadda ya say, Thom?"

He nibbled at the realtor's ear again before answering. He could already feel the first hints of swelling at what was being suggested.

"I don't know." He let his lips buzz against her ear, felt her shoulders and back shiver against him. The almost too-hot glow of the bulb gave everything a orange, otherworldly cast. Ginger's hair was fire incarnate, combining with her heady scent and the sensual slip of the sweat between their bodiesto feed his growing hunger. "I might need help. Four times..."

Nicole grabbed Ginger, leaned back enough to spin the slender woman away from her, hiding her smile. Four times, with the right inspiration, would not be a problem. She gathered the straight silken fire in front of her into a pony tail with both hands, kissed the red-flushed pale skin of the neck she exposed. Holding the hair back, neat, she put no pressure or tension on it. "You and I are going to suck some cock. Suck it 'til it's stiff and ready to fuck fuck fuck like a little Ginger slut I know wants it."

Nicole was silent for a moment, enjoying the slippery sensation of the red beauty hot, sweaty, and pliable, eager for more. She could see her husband's hands exploring, one finding a soft pale breast. "But first, you are going to watch, and learn how to suck cock."

Releasing the hair, hands seized slim shoulders, turning, twisting, guiding the pliant redhead out from between the married couple. Thom was smiling, open and hungry. Confident. Nicole placed both palms on his bare chest, let her fingers drag down to draw streaks through the shine of perspiration covering him.

Her knees dropped until they rested on the plush bathmat. Her hands continued down, striping his muscular stomach, until one stroked wide, over his hip to circle behind the outside of one strong thigh. The other hand continued straight down, caught him in the V of thumb and finger. She stroked out toward the tip of a shaft swollen and thick but not yet stiffened in a way they would never have witnessed outside, in the cold and snow.

Thom and Ginger watched, both silent, both open mouthed, as Nicole's head lower, tongue extending, anticipating the expanding glistening drop her fingers were forcing from him. The drop glowed with the fire of the heat lamp.

It swelled. It burst. The viscous string of fire coursed down to the waiting tongue. Breaking the silence, Ginger gasped in air, loud, as Nicole's tongue caught the viscous vanguard, before rising, following the string to its source.

Thom's voice joined hers as the tongue found its goal, a scout guiding the enveloping lips behind it. Lips which wrapped around his full head, suckling, swallowing, tongue and thumb encouraging his soft, sensitive underside to yield more savory, shining seed.

"Ah. Ah. Aaaaahh!" He shoved his hips toward his wife's hungry mouth. His shaft bent before slipping deeper.

"Mmmm." He felt and heard her welcome. His hands went to the back of her head, pushing her close until he filled her mouth, the spongy soft head nudging the entrance to her throat. The hand on the back of his thigh gripped. "Mmmhmm."

With both hands, he pulled her head back. Nicole sucked, slurping a tight ring of sealed lips up his length as he pulled her off of him. He was fuller, stiffer than a moment before. When he stopped, the bulb of his head alone hidden in her mouth, he was longer, thicker, almost fully erect.

One hand stroked an upturned cheek, a thumb lingering as it traced near the corner of his wife's eye. "Are you a good girl?"

Nicole nodded, lips sealed around him.

"Are you ready?"

Her nod was faster than the first. She flicked her tongue, a tease behind her lips. Instead it was pushed down, out of the way as he fucked into her mouth.

"Uhhhgg. Ggguhhh."

The hand that had moved to the very back of her head, palming it, pushing her down on him, paused when his more inflated, firmer head again pushed against her throat. The other hand, to one side, twisted her head down, angling his aim up a bit.

The hands pulled her head back, an inch or more, holding her at that angle. Controlling her speed, they pushed her back down. The head eased partway in before she coughed around it. The hands held her there, his hips fucking him barely in barely out of her throat.

"Gguuhh!" Her own hips writhed as she coughed, choking. "Guh! Uhh. Uhhuhhh!"

Her sounds changed when he pushed past the entrance and slid in, fucking deep into her throat. He held her there, penetrated, and let his thumb trace past the corner of her eye again. This time it caught a tear, streaks down her cheek witness that it was not the first, and spread it toward her temple.

He pulled her head back, fucked. Pulled her back, fucked. Ginger stared at the ravaging below her, seeing the muscles bunch across Nicole's shoulders and back with every suppressed gag as he pushed deep again.

Nicole gasped in a long ragged wet breath when he pulled back from her. His head shone slick in the red light, wobbling on the end of its rigid support. A thick strand hung below, part his, part hers. His hands lifted and she stood from her knees, sucking in another deep breath. Her face was scarlet, smeared, fucked. She grinned at Ginger.

"Ready?"

The redhead's green eyes were wide, their color almost becoming a rich brown in the light. She hesitated, shook her head. Her front teeth bit into a lower lip. "I don't think I can...I've never..."

Nicole laughed, wiped the back of one hand across her mouth. "Don't worry, I was just making sure he's good and ready for you. That was a demonstration. If you want him to fuck your throat like that, you'll have to beg."

She pulled Ginger close, pinning her against the vanity. "Do you need me to get you ready too?"

The redhead squealed when a hand slipped between her bare thighs.

"I guess not." Nicole turned to Thom. Her hand still moving. "She is ready as all get-out, babe. How do you want her?"

Thom stepped close, turned his wife to face him. Their kiss was slow, warm, wet. He let his nose drag along the side of hers as he eased back. "Thanks, baby."

His attention turned to Ginger. Her eyes lowered, teeth chewing her lower lip again.

"Hey."

Her eyes came up, found his at the single word.

"Kiss me, beautiful." She smiled at that, brought her arms up and around his neck. She rose up on her toes, leaning back against the low counter. He kissed her, tasting her, smelling her. Over her shoulder, through a mist of orange-red hair, he could see the mirror and her smooth, pale, naked back damp with sweat.

Without breaking the kiss, he nudged her legs apart, lifting her weight onto the edge of the counter. She whined, moaning into his mouth, her hands clinging to him.

Thom felt his wife's warm, sweaty body press close behind him, her hands slip around his waist. He saw her smile in the mirror. A hand found his shaft, pushed it down toward her. Ginger groaned as the swollen head, covered in their combined juices, dragged down over her sensitized folds. The hand, familiar with the rhythms and motions those folds, and the tenderest point they hid, responded to, waggled his tip against the wet softness there.

Thom's hips humped, pumping his cock through his wife's hand, without conscious thought. His wife's hand that now guided him lower until he felt lips spread wide, open, and his head slip inside. He pushed.

The guiding hand slipped away as he slid back into Ginger. Nicole stayed hear, pressed close behind him. He scooped an arm under each toned leg, pulling the bent knees higher. He shoved in, filling her, aware of the muscled calves draped over each of his arms. Calf muscles he had admired in skirts and dresses for months, exploring house after house.

"That's it. Fuck her hard. Fill her up. Send her home full of your cum."

Thom's balls were pulling tight. His wife's words were making Ginger fuck her hips into his own. Her kisses became erratic, her sounds more frantic. He felt Nicole push a hand down between her front and his back as she leaned into him, down between her own legs.