Every family has one. The wild child that thinks the rules are for everyone else. The one that pushes boundaries to their breaking point, and beyond. Our pastor's family was no different. In their case, it was their oldest, Ginger. A hellion, if ever there was one. I happened to see over her shoulder while she was texting at church one Sunday. From its contents, I knew that she was no angel. I also overheard some of the inuendos that she used with some of the other high schoolers. Luckily, for most, it was over their heads.

It did make me wonder where she was picking this up from. Her parents were rather strict, so I doubt it was coming from them. Ginger was home-schooled, and I know her parents monitored their internet use, so that wasn't it either.

Then, one Wednesday, while we were locking up the church, she dropped her purse, and a cell phone fell out. I knew she wasn't supposed to have one. The pastor even bragged that she wasn't allowed to have one even though she was almost eighteen. I picked it up before her parents saw it and stuffed it in my pocket.

"Shh. I will keep your secret," I whispered as we shuffled out of the building. I tried to hand it back to her, but her mother was walking right next to us in the parking lot.

There was a look of sheer panic on Ginger's face as she got in their car to go home. All I could do was watch as they drove away, staring out the rear window. As I sat in my car, I wondered if I had done the right thing. When I set the phone in my center console, the screen saver lit up with Ginger's picture. There would be no denying it was hers if she ever got caught with it.

I tapped the screen and damned if it didn't open. Being the curious fellow that I am, I went straight to her history. Amongst TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, and X were a number of links to chat rooms and other questionable sites. I then opened her photo gallery and found a plethora of risque photos of Ginger in bikinis and Victoria's Secret lingerie sets. She was definitely not the angel she made her out to be. I have to admit that they got me aroused. I fought the urge to jack off and opted to go home and fuck my wife, even though it was Wednesday.

As I pulled into the garage at home, Ginger's phone lit up from an incoming call from their home number. I assumed that it was Ginger, and I answered it. "Thanks for not ratting on me," she said.

"I didn't want to see you get into trouble, but you need to be more careful."

"I dropped it by accident."

"Not that, Ginger. It would help if you did not use your picture as a screen saver. That way, you can deny that it's yours. Then, use a lock screen so no one can open it. I can show you how to do that. The same goes for clearing your history."

"Did you look in my phone?" she sounded panicked.

"It's too late, but I told you that I would keep your secret. When can we meet so I can give it back to you? I work from home, and Peg's taking the kids to the beach tomorrow, so you could come over here. Anytime after ten would be fine."

Ginger said she'd have to ride her bike to the house, so I asked her to park in the backyard and come in through the pouch.

I knew everyone was already in bed, so I sat in the garage a little longer and went through Ginger's photos. By luck, I found an unnamed folder. In it were pictures of Ginger posing naked on their bathroom floor with a condom-covered English cucumber stuffed up her pussy. My cock grew instantly, looking at how snugly it fit inside her cunt. I'd have to ask her about that now that I know she wasn't a virgin.

I set the phone back on the center council and went inside to wake my wife. Needless to say, she was surprised by my advances on a weeknight. Her first reaction was to turn me away. However, when she saw the state that I was in, she relented. To say that she was thankful for the pounding that I had given her was an understatement. After countless orgasms that she'd had, she let me finish in her mouth. Something that was preserved for my birthday or Father's Day.

Peg spun around with her mouth at the ready as soon as I said I was going to blow. I grabbed her by the hair as I stuffed my cock into her mouth and humped her face until I finished emptying my balls. It was an incredibly intense orgasm that made my toes curl and my body shake. "Holy moly, Peg. That was amazing," I said, releasing her hair.

She looked up at me, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk and a grimace on her face. Not wanting to get out of bed, she swallowed it down in one gulp. This was something that she rarely did, and I knew I would pay for it later. "Go get me some water," she said. And the mouthwash." I came back and handed her both. Peg chugged the water and then gargled, spitting in the empty glass when she was finished.

You would have thought that I would have fallen straight to sleep after dumping such a huge load, but I lie there awake with scenarios of what to do with Ginger running through my head. Should I give her the phone back? Do I show her how to make it secure so no one would know it was hers? Would I, could I, or should I blackmail her for my silence?

Around midnight, I snuck to the garage to look at her pictures. Ginger was a beautiful young woman. Like her mother, she was well endowed, although her parents made her cover her body with baggy clothing. Maybe that was why she'd sneak into the stores that she did to try on clothes that she was forbidden to wear. I found a picture of her in a sheer lacy bra that clearly showed her nipples, but I found myself being drawn to the image of her with the cucumber. I sat there and stroked my cock until it came into my hand. After I stopped in the kitchen to wash my hands, I went back to bed.

I woke in the morning with a raging hard on. I was dreaming of fucking Ginger, and I hoped that I hadn't talked in my sleep. I nudged Peg minutes before the alarm and begged her for a quickie before she got ready for the day. She was resistant until I kissed her down her belly to her pussy. Although she didn't like fellatio, she loved cunnilingus, and I used it to get her in the mood.

I spread her legs and pushed her pubic hair out of the way to unveil her clit. I licked it and slipped my finger into her until she was lubricated enough for me to penetrate her. I buried my cock deep inside of her pussy. I lifted Peg's legs and pinned her knees to her chest as I pistoned my cock into her harder and harder with every thrust. Peg cried out that I was hurting her. "What has gotten into you? You're never like this," she said.

"Sorry, Peg. I'm almost done."

I shortened my strokes but kept up my pace until I came. I apologized profusely when I rolled off of her. "I don't know why I got so rough. I've been super horny lately," I deflected her questions about why I was so horny all of a sudden.

After Peg and the kids left, I grabbed Ginger's phone out of my car and downloaded all of her pictures to a thumb drive in case my plan to seduce her backfired. If it did, I would have plenty of evidence and could always resort to blackmail. Would I really stoop to blackmailing her, though? I thought to myself as I clicked the cucumber pick to blow it up.

I don't know how I had missed that it was a video file. It started to play, showing Ginger shoving it in and out of her pussy. I watched as her eyes rolled back while she made herself creamy white with the piece of produce. Yes. Yes, I would stoop to blackmail if that's what it took to get my cock into Ginger's tight little twat. And to be certain that I could keep it up, I took one of my boner pills.

Ginger arrived an hour later, her hair pulled into pigtails. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. "Thanks again, Mr..."

I cut her off, telling her to call me Jon. "Thanks for not telling on me, Jon," she said sheepishly.

"Well, we wouldn't want anyone to know your secrets, right? I can keep my mouth shut if you can," I gave her a devilish smirk. "Especially after seeing the cucumber video."

"Is that what it's going to take to keep you from telling?" Ginger smirked back at me. "Looks like we'll both have secrets to keep. What will I have to do?"

"Nothing that I don't think you couldn't handle. Who knows, you might like to feel the real thing," I said as I grabbed my cock through my pants.

Ginger smiled as she sauntered across the room to me and ran her hand over the bulge in my pants. "Show me," she whispered as she slipped her hand into my shorts and pulled my cock out. Ginger sank to her knees in front of me, enamored with phallus. She kissed its head as she stroked it gently. Precum was already forming at the tip, and she licked it with her tongue.

Ginger looked up at me with a Kewpie doll smile as she licked her lips before putting the tip in her mouth. She swirled the head of my cock with her tongue. Obviously, Ginger had done this before. She sucked me for about five minutes before she looked back up at me. "Would you like to give mine a try," She asked as she curled her tongue and flicked it on her teeth.

I hadn't thought about eating her pussy, but I knew it was one step closer to fucking her. "I'd be happy to give it a taste. Has anyone ever done this to you before?" When she shook her head no, I suggested that we go upstairs, where we would be more comfortable.

Ginger stood at the foot of our bed, looking at the floor with her hands behind her back as she dug at the carpet with her toe. "Why don't you take your shirt off?" I said as I closed the door.

"You want me to take my shirt off so you can lick my pussy?" she said with a coy smile.

"Well, I got to have something to play with while I eat your pussy."

Ginger pulled her shirt over her head and slipped out of her shorts. Under her clothes was one of the bra and panty sets from the photos. She shook her chest to shake them, causing them to sway and jiggle. Ginger reached behind her to unclasp the hooks and slowly pulled her bra off to reveal her breasts. Her tits were amazing. Large dark brown areolas tipped with erect nipples that reminded me of my wife's while we were still dating.

Her breasts hung heavily from her chest as Ginger bent forward to remove her panties. She kicked them onto the pile of her clothes. When she stood up, I saw her freshly shaven pink pussy. I wondered if she had an inkling that this would happen. "Sit on the edge of the bed and lay back," I said as I dropped to my knees. "You've always wanted to try this, haven't you?"

"Yes, but," she hesitated.

"But what, sweetie?"

"Boys can be selfish and want me to do things but won't return the favor."

"I will always return the favor, Ginger. I like licking pussy. You did a really great job sucking my cock, and I'd like to do my best for you. Is it okay if I touch your boobs while I lick you?" I reached out to touch her tits. "May I?"

"God, Yes."

I grazed her nipple with my fingertips, circling it as I went to cup her boob. I squeezed it gently as I slowly brought my lips to her pulsating nipple and sucked it between my lips. I flicked her nipple with my tongue while I tweaked her other one and made Ginger moan from the erotic sensations. While I sucked and toyed with her nipples, I let one hand slide down her taut stomach between her legs. I slid my finger between her juicy pussy lips and began to finger her.

Ginger took my face in her hands, pulled it to hers, and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth, kissing me deeply. Passionately. Her hormones kicked into high gear as she flopped backward and pushed my face between her lick, crying out. "Lick my pussy, Jon. Lick it like you said you would."

I lifted her legs by the knees and buried my face into her puffy pink lips. I drove my tongue through the aromatic petals of her flower. My tongue dipped deep, tasting her virgin nectar. Her moans muffled from her thighs as I ate her pussy to my heart's content.

I grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipple again while I flicked her bean against my front teeth, making her cum. Her body trembled as she humped on my face. In the middle of her climax, I stood over her to suck her nipples as I thrust two fingers into her tight little box, intensifying her climax.

Ginger pushed on the top of my head. "Moooore," she moaned.

I knelt back between her and licked her clit while I raked my finger across the roof of her vagina in search of her G-spot. She suddenly shuddered and let out a shriek. "Ahhh, God!" when I found it. I continued to suck on her clit while I rubbed rhythmically on her magic cum button.

"Oh God. Oh, God. OH MY FUCKING GOD!" she screamed as a massive climax crashed through her making her squirt as she writhed on the bed from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

I slipped out of my shorts as I stood between Ginger's splayed legs and tapped her quivering quim with my steely rod. I asked her if she wanted some of this as I slid the tip of my cock through her silken slit. "Yes! God Yes! Pleeease fuck me," she mewed. I aimed my meat missile at her drooling love hole and slowly pushed the tip into her orifice.

Ginger hooked her heel around my back and inhaled deeply as she pulled me in. When the tip of my cock pressed against her cervix, she wrapped her legs around me and told me to fuck her hard. Her whimpers grew in volume and intensity the longer and deeper I fucked her until I was hammering her hole like a jackhammer. She took hold of both of her nipples, pinching and rolling them as she came again.

I pulled out of her cunt, as her climax waned. I told her to move to the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. When she did, I knelt behind her and slipped my cock back into her pussy. Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was our reflection in the mirror on the closet door. I watched Ginger's tits jiggle each time I thrust my cock into her. She, too, was looking in the mirror. A look of pure pleasure and ecstasy on her face.

I grabbed her waist and started taking long steady strokes into her vagina. Her eyes rolled back, and she began to thrust backward to meet my every stroke. Her breathing deepened, and she dropped face-first onto the mattress. Ginger screamed into the bedspread that she was cumming again. She lifted her head, crying out, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" I kicked it into high gear and pounded her pud for all my life, making her scream louder as she came again and again.

It had been some time since I had marathon sex like this, and my thighs were beginning to burn. I had to change positions before I ran out of stream. "Ginger, honey, get on your back for me," I stared at her, naked on her back, burning the image of this beautiful young woman into my memory.

I leaned down and kissed her pussy, then kissed my way up her abdomen, pausing to kiss each of her breasts before continuing to her lips. Ginger wrapped her arms around my neck and slid her tongue into my mouth when our lips met. Her long, lingering, open-mouthed kiss was one of a woman smitten. "I want you to fuck me some more," she said when our lips parted.

I lay on top of her as my cock slid back into its new home. We made slow, passionate love, kissing and caressing each other the lovers do. I hadn't felt this way since I was a newlywed. I mean, sex with my wife is great, but it's not what it used to be. There isn't the desire that she used to have for me. There is no hunger anymore.

I lifted one of Ginger's legs and shifted like we were scissoring, making my cock go even deeper into her. She gasped at how deep I'd gotten and grabbed me to pull me even deeper. I knew from the moans she made previously that she was close to cumming again. "Can I cum in you? I've had a vasectomy, so you won't get pregnant."

"God, Yes. Fill my...