Ginger was a snappy broad who had an appetite for sex that could rarely be filled. Even so, she tried as hard as she could to get her meals the way she wanted them. To Ginger, that meant hot and hearty, and she rarely failed in her search.
Frank was one of the first who offered his prick up to Ginger, and he certainly never regretted it. It didn't take long for the two of them to get acquainted, and after the first words, it was cock-and-cunt, all the way.
Frank thought Ginger had a magical twat, and he was absolutely right. It was magical when it was filled with anyone's stiff, throbbing meat, because it returned the favor in full force.
But Ginger's taste didn't limit itself to Frank by any means. She caught sight of Mike, who, in a matter of minutes, had his strong arm wrapped around Ginger's waist and his fingers tickling at her flesh. The tingling she felt spread down to her pussy, and she wasn't a girl to deny the urge.
She had urges for all sorts of things and people. One of them included Bobby, the nine-year-old boy Ginger seduced in front of his friends. The sight of the pink little prick was too much for her, and she lost control.
George was another one of this wild woman's passionate flings, and he was pretty special. His flesh went wild when he was with her, and she could do nothing to stop him, not that she even wanted to try.
Her body moved from prick to prick, and every fulfillment of her hot desires only served to make her hotter. For Ginger, flesh fulfillment would never end.
CHAPTER ONE
"Come on," Frank said. "Let's go to my place."
And with that they left the party that Joe Sims was giving in his Village apartment. Frank took her to his apartment on the upper West Side with no trouble at all. Ginger had found him immediately attractive-he was medium height and trimly built and she was very pleased and flattered by his attention.
Interested he was, along with fifteen other guys at the party. She had made sure of that. Her mini dress was minimal top and bottom, showing off her best qualities. Her thighs were slim, white and wonderfully contoured, her breasts were plump mounds clearly showing above her neckline. Frank's gaze had followed them all evening. And she had encouraged it.
Once or twice she had brushed his arm with her tits. She had nice breasts, soft, spongy, lovely to touch, Frank was sure, and heaven to look at.
She had been very candid with him from the very first. "I'm a salesgirl at a boutique in the Eighties," she started. "I'm twenty-two," she continued. She told him that at present she didn't have a boyfriend and really felt the need for one. A need for love and sex, she ended.
If that wasn't enough to get him interested, really interested, she didn't know what would.
It wasn't long after they'd met before they were on the way to Frank's apartment.
It was late, so traffic was no problem. And they made great time.
"Oh, this is lovely," Ginger said entering his apartment.
"I think you're very nice," Frank answered, not really hearing her.
"Mmmmmmm-" Ginger said with a smile. "Would you elaborate on that?" Her voice trailed off.
"My pleasure," Frank answered, wrapping his arms around her, and kissing her hard on the mouth as his fingers massaged her breasts.
"How long is your prick?" she asked, her lips touching his.
"How long would you like it to be?" he asked.
"Long enough to give me what I want," she murmured. Slowly she ran her finger along the outline of his cock, feeling it thicken to a fat erection beneath his pants.
"It's nice," she mumbled. "I like it."
She lowered herself until her face was inches from his crotch. With nimble fingers, she unzipped his fly. Frank's prick sprang out of its prison.
"Mmmmmm-" she mumbled approvingly, kissing the head of his prick. Frank watched the girl with pleasure from above, wetting his lips. He thought about how much he wanted her. He could imagine sliding his cock between her slim lovely willing thighs and pumping her madly.
She looked up at him smiling.
She leaned forward, taking his extended prick into her moist mouth, gliding her tongue wetly up and down its sensitive underside, drawing her mouth up and down while she sucked.
"Oh, that's nice," he moaned, raking his hands through her flowing red hair. "You have a good mouth."
"A fucking good mouth," she corrected, rubbing her chin against his shaft.
"A fucking good mouth," he repeated, drawing her up to him. "I'm going to fuck that mouth," he groaned.
In a moment he had taken off his pants, his prick stretching out like a spear.
"Come on," he said hoarsely, his voice cracking with excitement. He led her quickly down the hall to the bedroom.
Ginger smiled at him.
"Oh hurry," she whispered, rubbing herself against him. And in a very low whisper she added, "I want you to fuck me-fuck me good."
She sat breathlessly on the edge of the bed and lifted her dress over her head. She took off her panties, watching Frank all the while, a smile constant on her face.
"Do you like it?" she asked as her cunt became visible.
"Yes," he answered, burning with desire to stick himself into her. His prick jerked nervously with excitement and anticipation as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Yes, I love your cunt. Your sweet fucking cunt." He loved any cunt, anything he could fuck.
"I can't wait any longer for you to ram me. My clit is twitching, I'm so hot for you. I want you, baby. I want your fingers, your mouth, your dick," she ended.
Roughly he tossed himself onto her, hardly able to restrain himself. He wanted to fuck her immediately, without wasting anymore time. He tried hard to control himself. Her mouth pressed hard over his, and his wet tongue slid further into her mouth, search toward the back of her throat. Soon, he promised himself, soon he would slip his hungry prick into her warm, wet cunt.
Frank watched with mounting interest as she finished slipping out of her clothes. She cupped her hands under her breasts and pressed them, massaging the pink tips.
She walked over and lay beside him on the bed. The smell of her naked, soft flesh beside him made him move his lips with excitement.
"Eat me," she said.
Frank quickly placed his head between Ginger's parted thighs, smelling the musty odor of her cunt. He kissed her hairy mound. It was moist. He could see the tiny beads of moisture forming on her smooth white skin.
"That's right," Ginger moaned, as she closed her eyes enjoying his tongue. "That's right, Frank darling. Spread my lips and love my wet cunt."
Frank was hardly aware of her speaking to him. The closeness of her hot flesh excited him greatly. Gently he spread apart her two flaps of flesh and snuggled his face deeply into her thighs. Her curly pubic hairs tickled his nose, as he ran his tongue over her stiffened clit.
Ginger opened her legs wider as he kissed her there, pressing his lips on her pussy. Her buttocks tensed with pleasure as she pressed her cunt closer to him, trying to imbed his face deep into her mushy vulva. His tongue ran madly between her swollen lips and flicked up to her clit which he bit with his lips and lashed with his tongue.
"Oh, that's good," Ginger moaned. "That's what I want, your tongue playing with my ripe red clit, making me go crazy. Oh yesss-yess-yes! Do that."
Frank's hands slid up the side of her body and clamped cruelly into her soft fatty ass. Ginger bucked from the strong sting of his fingers and growled with pleasure as his hands clenched harder on her ass and his tongue did crazy things to her swollen love-crazy clit. She was wet with perspiration.
Frank pulled his face back a moment and, grasping Ginger's ankles, drew them back till they were tucked in next to her soft ass.
With his finger he pressed the area of her vagina while his tongue lashed her clit. Ginger's mouth clenched from the feeling knotted up inside her.
"Oh that's beautiful," she said, gyrating her hips to get more of the pleasurable sensations being born in her crotch, greedy for the pleasure that her body was giving her.
He placed his tongue into her love-tube. In and out he moved in its slickness, in and out of Ginger's starved clit, his face pressed against her thighs. Her legs thrashed about, hardly able to withstand the feelings that ran through her.
Frank ran his tongue into her faster, now seeing that Ginger was going crazy.
"Oh please, keep going. I'm coming. It's so damn good-oh so very good."
Still talking in low-toned whispers, her lips rocked to aid his darting tongue. He felt the warm moist straining flesh of her hips hitting gently against his face as Ginger strove to attain her climax.
'That's right," she kept encouraging. "Harder. Now. Now, I'm coming. Harder. I can't stand it any longer. I'm exploding. Oh help me. Please. I'm coming-ohhhh. I'm com-ohhhhh-" .
She exploded. She stiffened suddenly on the mattress as her juice poured out of her and she moaned with delight. She trembled and jerked while the mattress beneath her creaked from their violent motions.
Frank watched with almost insuppressible excitement. Her soft belly slapped softly against his face as she tossed up and down, oblivious to him. He watched her breasts bounce like dancers on her chest. His mouth and throat were dry from excitement as he saw her completely engulfed by her orgasm, by the tongue-fuck He was afraid he would come in a few seconds. He could feel his come making his thick prick tingle from excitement. It wanted to shoot up and out of him, to nestle in the sweet mush of Ginger's body. Frank was mad with lust for her.
Before she'd stopped her tossings, Frank took hold of her body and held her steady. Quickly he inserted his prick into her vagina.
I'm almost there, he thought. A few pumps into her cunt and I'll explode. I could explode right now, but I want to do it while I'm inside her.
"Be still," he said to her as she squirmed beneath him. "Be still, you bitch."
As soon as he was in he rocked up and down inside her, his hard aching prick immediately feeling as if it were pumping in a barrel of honey. She was so good and smooth. His prick went wild.
"What're you doing," Ginger said in anguish. "It feels so impossible there. It hurts. It's so good, it hurts. Please don't. I can't stand it."
But Frank pumped her, wanting his pleasure, and intent on getting it. Ginger's face was contorted, overwhelmed by the feeling as his sliding prick generated in her sensitive cunt.
In a moment Frank came. His prick shot out its love juice and he went crazy over her body, clutching at her, digging his fingers into her soft, swelling, resilient flesh, cupping his mouth over her breasts, digging into them with his teeth, feeling the hard little nipple with his wet, hungry tongue, feeling the softness of the womanly body beneath him as it gave in to his every pressure, his every touch and caress.
Some while later, when they had both calmed down some, Ginger touched her hand to Frank's now limp prick.
"You have a lot of talent," she said.
"Me or my prick," he asked.
"Both. You're inseparable. Was I good for you?"
"Very good, Ginger. You've got a magic cunt. It's very hungry. It loves to be fucked."
Ginger laughed. "I know. And I also know that you're a man who knows how to do it. You know how to drive my senses wild. That's what I want. To go wild beneath the straining body of a man like you. To feel that I'm giving you pleasure, just as your hot, stiff rod jams into me loaded with fuck-love."
"You must have been had by lots of men," Frank observed, placing his hand on her large, glistening breast and playing over the nipple with his index finger.
"I don't keep count. And besides, not all men are the same. Some men are boys."
"What about me?"
"You?" she asked kittenishly. "I'd say you were about equal to two men."
They both laughed at this, and Frank slid his hsnd from her breast all the way down to her cunt, and fingered her as he gave her a French kiss.
Ginger wrapped her arms around Frank's strong neck and held him close. She was eager for more fucking, as he was, and in very short order, the two of them were coupling again, the mattress groaning under the weight of the two bodies straining on it, rocking and working for the achievement of a sweet, lovely, nerve-tearing orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
After the exquisite pleasure of the night before Ginger had been reluctant to start off for work the next morning. Although she had remained in Frank's strong and possessive arms all night long, her hunger for him had not in the least abated when she awoke. She had wanted him to fuck her again, and gingerly she had caressed his limp prick as he slept beside her, and though he had muttered a groan of pleasure he had nevertheless turned around, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. Ginger felt frustrated. She returned to her apartment, got herself ready for work, and left. All she could think about as she traveled to the dress shop was Frank's powerful rod slamming into her, evoking sensation which drove her body wild. She wanted to have sex again badly, and resented how inconsiderate Frank had been to have denied it to her this morning. In her mind's eye she had intercourse with each handsome male who traveled in the subway with her that morning, but of course that was not nearly as good as doing it for real. There was one guy who seemed to show as much interest in her as she did in him. She encouraged him by smiling at him as she delicately brought her hand to her breast and fondled it very gently for a moment through her dress. She hoped that this would excite the man enough to make him at least come and talk with her. She could take care of things from there, and find a way to get him to fuck her that morning, when she wanted it. But unfortunately the man did not do as Ginger hoped, and stayed on the subway, stupidly looking at her as she got off. That made her angry. What good was a man who just looked at her hungrily if what he wanted was to have his thick rod delving inside of her hungry cunt?
After a few hours in the dress shop, Ginger was crazy with desire. She had a devil of a time keeping herself composed and controlled enough to deal with the women who came into the shop to look at the dresses and scarves and shawls there. She gazed longingly at each man who passed by, and hoped one of them would come in and screw her, answering her call through ESP or telepathy. She didn't care how the guy knew as long as he came. She was burning with the desire which Frank had started flaming inside her.
The phone rang, and answering it, Ginger was overjoyed to find that it was Frank.
"Get your ass over here, you prick," she said to him immediately. "I'm crazy for you. I have to have you again, now. No, there's no one else here. Maureen won't be here for awhile. Hurry, I don't know if I can stand waiting for you."
Ginger's mind was wild with anticipation.
As soon as Frank entered the door, she ran into his arms, glorying in his strong, manly embrace.
"I thought you'd never come," she whispered in relief. "I needed you so much. Come on. This way."
She took his hand and led him to a back room and there, out of sight of anyone who might come in, pressed her lips passionately against his.
He answered her need, running his tongue hotly over hers, slipping it into her mouth, becoming more aroused by the second. Her pliant body pressed against his. Ginger ran her hands over his back making them into claws and raking them over him.
"Hurry," she said hotly, "I need your tool inside of me."
Quickly he unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. He flicked his fingers over her nipples and caressed her breasts, squeezing them as Ginger accommodatingly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
His hands moved quickly over her yearning body and he wiped her face with kisses. With his mouth sucking on Ginger's breast, he took his pants off and hurried out of his briefs.
His eager prick thrust out hard, bobbing in the air with lust.
"It remembers you," he said with a smile.
Ginger looked for a moment at the hungry lance with gratitude and insatiable lust. She clutched at it, taking it into her hand and massaging the thick organ. She drew herself closer to it, and with her fingers holding it gently, she pressed it against her vulva.
"Ohhhh," she sighed softly. "I'm going to get it at last."
There was an old furry rug lying against one wall. Hurriedly Frank picked it up and tossed it onto the floor.
"Lie down on this," he said brusquely.
Ginger did as he commanded, her eyes drinking him in with an unquenchable thirst.
In a moment Frank was on the rug beside her, his hands finding their way to her swelling breasts as his mouth slid over Ginger's wet, greedy lips. Their tongues moved quickly over each other, moving into each other's mouths, as Frank kept fondling Ginger's breasts and she pulled him close to her with her arms.
"Start working up my clit, Frank," she murmured, her eyes closed in anticipation.
His hand wove down her soft body till it came to her vulva. He pressed down on it, and Ginger's hips moved in response.
"Touch it, touch it," she said, her voice full of need.
Frank's fingers parted her wet, hot lips and rubbed the mush underneath before reaching the tight bud of her clit. It was not fully erect yet but it was still very large. He pressed it between his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed it harder than he should have.
"Ohhh," Ginger groaned. "That hurts. Do it more gently."
Feverishly his forefinger rubbed over the swelling red clit, making Ginger buck her hips from the feel of it. He pressed his weight against her to keep her from thrashing around too much, and pressed his face deeply into her soft thighs. His wet tongue swept over the sticky surface of her vulval lips while his finger moved like a feather over her clit, driving her mad with unstoppable lust and desire.
"Ohhh," she said in a strained voice, "oh, that's driving me out of my mind. Tongue me some more. Never stop. It feels so fucking good."
Frank's tongue whipped to even higher speeds over her vulva, and ran over her clit, and over the tight entrance to her cunt.
Ginger's breasts were pointed erectly into the air, and her body arched slightly.
Frank's tongue slipped into the constricted entrance to her vagina, gliding into the hot, syrupy depths. Ginger responded to his action with a mumbled word which Frank could not make out. He curled his tongue around inside her, touching the walls of her cunt.
"Oh Frank-" Ginger muttered softly. "Oh Frank, that's so good. Go in deeper with your tongue. Make your tongue go all the way inside of me."
Frank pressed his face right up against Ginger's wet vulva, his nose tickling her clit and his tongue straining to go more and more deeply into the wet slippery depths of her cunt. He pulled it in and out of her tube, her liquids running down her walls and into his mouth and onto his face. Her bucking movements were difficult to control and he lifted his face from her. He wanted to go into her himself.
"Frank," Ginger protested. "Why are you leaving me? Frank-"
Frank was steaming with lust for her. For a moment he looked down at her as he kneeled over her, his eyes roaming wondrously over her large, magnificent breasts. But in a moment he took his huge, turgid cock in his hand and led it into her cunt. Then he placed himself over her and slammed himself into her hard, at a feverish, compelling pace. Ginger aided his frantic efforts, her hips rising to meet his as angrily as his thrust down on hers.
Frank seemed to derive an extraordinary amount of pleasure and satisfaction from the mammoth rammings and withdrawals of his fat prick as it surged mightily inside the syrupy depths of Ginger's body. He moaned fiercely as he lunged in and out of the curvaceous body beneath him.
Ginger too was reaching peaks of enjoyment as her craving for Frank's prick was at the same time satisfied and increased with each penetration into her.
"Oh Frank, it's so good to have you tool me like that. Do it faster," she implored.
Responding to her request, Frank heaved even more mightily into Ginger with his prick, swinging it deeply into her vagina with each thrust evoking appreciative moans and mumbles from Ginger as she writhed beneath him.
"Faster Frank," she urged, while her arms wrapped imprisoningly around him, pressing him tight against her. Her large, swelled breasts were flattened out beneath the pressure of his weight.
like a hungry foraging organism, Frank's tongue and mouth sought out Ginger's lips, and he crushed them with his own lips, sucking on them savagely while his cock unremittingly delved smoothly into her depths.
Ginger spread her thighs even wider to permit him to thrust still more deeply inside her. She was drunk from the raging sensations that increasingly spread through her body. Her breathing had quickened and she was sweating beneath Frank's straining body. She was perilously close to her orgasm, and the intangible nearness of it drove her out of her mind. She needed it more than she needed auto breathe.
"Hurry Frank," she moaned. "I'm almost there. Just a little more and I'll make it. Move your cock faster Frank, faster. Make it split me apart."
Frank exploded inside her as he thrust more deeply than ever before into her tight liquid tube, his sperm gushing out of his cock and washing all over the walls of her cunt.
Almost at the same moment, Ginger reached the summit of excitation, and while Frank wrapped himself tightly as a sleeve around her body, she herself convulsed with her orgasm. She arched and bucked and twisted furiously while he rode her squirming body. It was painful for her on the hard, unresilient floor-despite the rug-but she was completely oblivious to it as her come torched through her stiffened body, twisting it up and down and sideways.
When she had calmed somewhat, Ginger sighed deeply as she lay on the floor, wrapped in Frank's sated arms.
"That felt so good, Frank," she stated softly. "I could do that forever with you. I love it so much."
Frank released his hold over her and spread himself alongside her. "Was it bad for you before I came?" he asked.
'Terrible," Ginger replied earnestly. "I was mad for you, out of my mind. What you did to me last night ruined me forever. I can't live without my sex. I have to have it. It's more important to me than anything else in the world."
"Are you sure it's all my doing?" Frank asked skeptically.
"Well," Ginger started, with a trace of a smile on her lips, "perhaps it wasn't totally your doing, but you certainly were in strong complicity with the forces sending me down the road to all-time sexuality."
"I accept the compliment," said Frank. He gripped one of Ginger's breasts and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
"And the responsibility?"
"What do you mean," asked Frank, puzzled.
"The responsibility of keeping my inordinately insatiable sexual hunger satisfied, silly," she pointed out to him in a jestingly arch way.
Before Frank could answer, the bell of the door tinkled, indicating that a customer had just entered.
"Gotta get going," said Ginger hurriedly as she leapt to her feet and quickly put on her dress. "I'm supposed to be working right now."
In a moment she had passed out of the little back room into the main area of the store. She was all coolness and composure, and Frank marveled at how quickly she could drift out of one emotional state into another.
In a short while Frank too had dressed himself and he started out of the store.
"See you later, Ginger," he called to her as he passed by on his way out.
Ginger watched him over the shoulder of the ugly old matron who was examining a silk dress. She wondered if she could hold out till tonight, when she would see him again. She wished he had not left so soon.
CHAPTER THREE
It was later that afternoon, when Ginger was out to lunch, that she had the opportunity to meet another man who might satisfy the crazed and impelling desires that toyed with her constantly, demanding sexual satisfaction.
She was seated at an automat eating a sandwich. Her thoughts had again turned to intercourse. In her mind's eye she reviewed the scene of herself and Frank writhing impassioned on the hard floor of the shop. The scenes themselves, and the remembrance of the sensations she had felt, were enough to excite her immensely. She felt her body tingle inside as she recalled how Frank had rammed her with his hungry cock. And the thought that at any moment someone might have walked in and seen them fucking on the floor teased her senses to even greater excitement. She tried to control her craving but only managed to suppress it enough for the moment so that it did not erupt in all its nakedness and make her melt limp and pleading before the first man who looked as if he might give her a good lay.
"May I sit next to you?" asked a masculine voice suddenly.
Ginger felt sparks shoot through her body. She felt herself grow limp and weak. Fiercely, she struggled with her emotions, trying to suppress and control them, to keep her cravings from overrunning her and dominating her completely.
Turning, she felt a pit form in her throat when she saw the handsome man looking down at her with fascinated eyes and a devilish smile on his face.
"You don't mind, do you?" the man repeated, this time not waiting for a reply before sitting himself next to her.
Try as she might, Ginger could not help from feeling drawn to the man, who introduced himself as Mike. At first, he did much of the talking, explaining that he was an artist, and telling of his work. He had a very engaging way of speaking, and this coupled with a melodious and sweet voice was enough to let Ginger know that the worst had happened. Already, as he talked of other things, she was imagining the feel of his strong, supple body next to hers, the feel of his flaming cock into her screaming wet pussy. She felt helpless and completely at his mercy.
"Won't you come along with me now? I can show you my work," he suggested at the end of the meal.
Ginger's mind was a whirlpool of impulses. This was the oldest ply in the world. She wanted desperately not to give in to him. What would Frank think of her? Shouldn't she be faithful to him? Wasn't he her lover? But opposed to this was the overwhelming fact of Mike's presence. The attention he had showered on her in the past minutes joined with her insistent craving for a man's cock to create a force impossible to say no to.
"I'd be glad to," she found herself saying almost automatically, against her will.
In a matter of minutes she was on her way to his apartment, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers tickling her flesh, sending hot spasms of desire for him through her body. She felt a tingling in her pussy.
"Here we are," he said, opening the door to his apartment and ushering her in. "How do you like it?"
She hardly had time to look around the room and give him an answer before she felt his arms encircle her waist and press her urgently to his firm body. His lips showered her face and neck with wet, hungry kisses. Her own lips moved actively over his face, and in a moment found the slippery warmth of his wandering mouth and traveled wetly over them. His eager tongue sought hers out and danced inside her open mouth.
She felt violent tremors searing through the whole length of her body. Her cunt was screaming with hotness and lust. These powerful emotions frightened her, and she pushed herself away from Mike's ardent grasp.
"No, we mustn't-" she started, dazed by the strength of her hunger for him.
"Why not, Ginger?" he asked. "I'm sure you want it as badly as I do. You need it, so why fight? Why not give in and enjoy it?"
He gripped her forcefully again, and Ginger was in a tormoil. His firm surging body pressed against hers, electrifying her, making her body fall limply against his, melting onto him. Her breasts swelled and the dark buds of her nipples hardened as she felt the hot jets of his breath spread over her neck. Mike kissed her wildly.
"No-stop," she appealed to him, breaking with him once more.
He looked at her with anger and frustration plainly evident on his face.
Ginger didn't know what to do, what to think. What would Frank think if he were to find out? Why wasn't Frank here now? Where had he been when she needed him again so desperately? Why hadn't he been there to satisfy her and fulfill her? Wasn't it his fault, really, that she was in the circumstances she now found herself in?
Ginger was rationalizing her desires, and she knew it. But she couldn't help herself. She wanted to get laid so badly. And Mike was here with her, and Frank wasn't. She wanted a man's cock inside of her with such intensity that she thought she would faint.
Mike strode hotly up to her and gripped her so savagely that Ginger thought she would die. But his great ardor and passion decided her. She gave herself up to him completely, come what may.
"Ohh," she groaned almost inaudibly into Mike's ear, "I need you so badly. I want your cock like I never wanted anything."
Excitedly, Mike pulled at Ginger's dress, trying to free her body.
"No," Ginger protested weakly, "I have nothing else. I-"
Mike hadn't waited for her to finish before he was frantically unzipping her dress, impatiently pulling it off her. Ginger breathed heavily as she felt Mike's urgent fingers running over her well-curved body, removing her dress. After the dress was off, Mike did the same with her bra and panties. In a moment, Ginger was naked.
Mike stood before her, stunned as his eyes roamed over each curve of her enticing body.
His eyes popped at the size of her out-pointed breasts which bobbed gently as she breathed.
"Hurry," Ginger implored. "Hurry and strip. I need your fat cock inside me."
In an instant Mike was hurriedly pulling at his garments, stripping himself before the avid gaze of Ginger.
When he was finally naked, Ginger gasped at the size of his erect, flaming cock as it swayed drunkenly in the air, mesmerizing her and making her mouth dry in quivering anticipation.
"Oh," Ginger cried out in relief and thanksgiving as she and Mike clasped arms around each other, pressing each other close, kissing each other savagely and with complete abandon over every inch of their bodies. Ginger was mad with the feel of Mike's fat cock pressed up against the resilient smooth white flesh of her thighs.
Mike pulled her down to the nearby couch and spread himself over the full length of her body. His lips encompassed hers and sucked on them savagely. He slid his tongue wetly over hers while his hands impulsively streamed over her body, clutching at the globes of her ass, moving hotly over her large hips to feel the wetted pad of her Mount of Venus.
"Mike, darling," Ginger murmured, "put your finger into me. Slip into me, please."
Mike's linger toyed with the springy black hairs that covered her cunt and in a moment had dropped his finger into the cleft of her wet vulva, while he continued to kiss her and play his tongue around her mouth.
Great wells of heat poured mercilessly through Ginger's body, as Mike's finger massaged her swelling angry clit. His fingers seemed like embers thrust deeply into her, making her scream with great bursts of pleasure, bursts that anguished her at the same time that they threw her to summits of satisfaction.
Mike's hard, hairy body held hers down as she squirmed in seas of pleasure. The frantic searchings of his tongue inside her mouth sent great spears of unquenched lust lunging through her, hurting her with their force and power.
Mike moved so that he could kiss Ginger's breasts. He cupped his hands around them, gripping them strongly at first, then caressing them softly and lingeringly, while his mouth planted itself over one hard, peaked nipple and his tongue flicked madly over it.
Ginger's body tingled like a live wire.
"You're driving me out of my senses," she screamed. "You're making my whole body flow like lava, hot fucking lava under your body. I can feel your thick tool against my legs. Mike, you know I want it so much. You know I want you to send your fat cock smashing into my cunt But not now. I want you to make me go insane from my need for it. I want you to make me want it so much that I'll do anything you say in order to get you to fuck me with that huge incredible prick. You know that don't you? That I want you to fuck me into ninth heaven with your atom-smashing cock? That I want to be cocked till I'm dizzy?"
Mike didn't answer, intent on exploring her body with his fingers and tongue. He let her babble on by herself. She did not need replies. It excited her to talk to the man who was laying her. It made her more excited to hear herself describe how much she wanted to get fucked. It was as if she were getting laid in the ears as well as anywhere else.
"I'm so glad you came up to me today. I could tell immediately you had a good fat, hungry cock. And you could tell I needed it. You knew I needed a man's cock slamming into my greedy cunt, rifling my treasure. I need sex so badly. I need to have you licking me all over the way you are, touching my exploding clit, making it go frantic, loving the way you smoothly rub it.
"I've only known you for less than an hour but I feel as if we've know each other for years, you know my body so well, touching it where it loves to be touched. I love to have you exploring between the pinched lips of my vulva. Mike, I want you to fuck me now. I'm ready for it. I'm streaming, I'm all liquid. Fuck me now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Ginger groaned loudly as Mike's thrusting cock speared into her depths, burying itself deeply into her as she pushed her ample hips hard against him to draw him into her. He rocked in and out as Ginger threw her arms around him in an agony of excitement, her nails digging into the flesh of his back, pulling him to her.
"Fuck me. Harder, harder, harder," she pleaded.
Ginger was half-crazed by his forceful lunges. Mike's thick cock rammed its way into the clutching, hot depths of Ginger's palpitating cunt, pushing her to new heights of sexual excitement.
Ginger's mouth avidly kissed the face of the man above her, her tongue slurping its way all over him.
"More," she pleaded, "more, more, more. Fuck me more."
Urged on by Ginger's wild pleadings, Mike plunged deeply and menacingly inside of her, his balls slapping against her buttocks. Ginger pressed herself tightly against Mike, seeking to give his cock every opportunity to punch more deeply into her body, evoking from her the sensations that drove her to unimaginable heights of pleasure. She thrashed and squirmed beneath his hard, hairy body, beside herself with ecstasy. Mike's cock flew in and out of her like a sword, cutting her up, shattering her nerves, sending sensations like spears through her body.
"Oh you fucking cock," she moaned passionately, locking her arms around him. "You're making me come. You're tearing me apart with your wild prick. I'm coming, I'm coming."
Her fingers scratched deeply along Mike's back as her orgasm swept over her, and the hot gush of Mike's sperm bathed the insides of her quivering vagina. Ginger was breathless and half-unconscious, completely shattered. Her legs were wrapped possessively around Mike's torso, not wishing to lose the man who had given Ginger such lovely and cruelly pleasing satisfaction.
CHAPTER FOUR
Maureen, the girl who tended the shop with Ginger in the afternoon, was already there when Ginger returned a short while later. She entered the shop breathless, for she had hurried to get back.
"Where have you been?" Maureen asked her. "You look as if you've been running."
"I was rushing to get back here," Ginger replied, avoiding Maureen's plainly inquisitive glances. Ginger did not think much of
Maureen. She felt her to be much too prim and modest. She was cut out to be a chilling old maid, who in later years might be seen walking the streets in tight, completely buttoned suits of some bland gray material with condemning looks on her wizened and forever puritan face. Maureen hated her, really.
"Well, where had you been? You were late. I was shocked to find you absent. You're usually so punctual."
It was so like Maureen to be utterly and disgustingly precise in her use of language, thought Ginger to herself, smoldering under this encroachment on her freedom. Ginger felt like smacking her from here to Mars. But instead she said archly, "I've been out fucking, if it's any of your business."
"Well, I never!" Maureen exclaimed, outraged and Ginger didn't doubt it.
It was torture enduring the next couple of hours till the shop closed.
But finally the hour of five rolled around, and Ginger locked the shop door behind herself and said a perfunctory goodbye to Maureen and started on the way to the subway station.
She was feeling sultry and bitchy. "I need a lay if I'm gonna be able to endure life till I get back home." She eyed the men who walked alongside her on the sidewalk. Some of them looked back, plainly admiring her. She liked to be sized up like that by inquisitive and searching male eyes. It never failed to make her hot and ready to spread out her smooth legs screaming for someone to fuck her. "I have such a hungry bitch of a cunt," she thought to herself. "Always looking for a lay. It's so goddam indiscriminate. But so what. That's probably good, since it leads you to find out a lot of things."
Waiting for a red light to turn green at one of the corners, her attention was caught by a rather well-dressed and fairly good-looking stud standing next to her. She gazed at him with great persistence, giving him the most enticing, beckoning look she could muster. He returned her stare, but seemed rather offended by the directness and brazenness of Ginger's eyes. In a moment he looked away, saying nothing, and giving the impression, to Ginger at least, that she was contemptible, and utterly beneath him.
This fired Ginger up no end.
"What kind of stud are you anyway?" she asked him just as the light changed.
The man said nothing, and didn't even look at Ginger.
"I've never met a member of the castrati before," Ginger called out to him tauntingly, as she crossed the street to get away from him. She was thoroughly enraged. The world was in bad straits because of people like Maureen and this stuck-up idiot she had just dismembered.
Just that moment a rubber ball rolled across the sidewalk in front of her. Ginger hurried to retrieve it, and in the same instant that she had grasped it in her hand a small boy dressed in jeans and a striped T-shirt rushed up to her.
"Can I have the ball, lady?" He said in a squeaky voice. "It's mine."
Just then an obscene thought raced through Ginger's mind, firing her up to a dangerous pitch of excitement. Ginger laughed inwardly. Wouldn't this be a grand way to make sure that at least this little boy wouldn't grow up to be a tight-assed adult. What a grand way to aid in making foreign relations of the future a freer, more exploratory enterprise than to let it remain the stiff and formal institution which it now was. Get at future diplomats while they were young. That was the idea! Strong stuff! And a good way to get rid of all the sexual tension that was building up inside of her at the same time.
Ginger had never had intercourse with a child before. She wondered hotly how it felt. She had read about it in pornography books, and although she had never tried it, and had even recoiled from the thought, she could not deny that she had often felt a chill tingling streak through her body when she thought about it. Pederast. It had a cruel, clinical, perverse sound about it. It sounded like some sort of insect. like cockroach, or centipede. That was it, a centipederast. An insect that rapes children.
"Can I have the ball?" insisted the little boy. He could not be more than nine or ten.
"How would you like to play a game?" Ginger suggested.
"I'm playing a game. I'm playing stickball." Ginger was ready to faint. Already she could feel the boy's tiny little prick making its thrusts inside her gaping cunt.
"How would you like to ball me?" Ginger asked, her eyes grasping the little boy's eyes and holding them in a vise-like stare.
The little boy skewered his face, perplexed. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'll show you," Ginger offered helpfully. "Is this school still open?"
When the boy answered that it was, and that there was only the custodian there this late, she took him by the arm and led him into the school with her.
"Can my friends play too?" asked the boy. Ginger's body was seized with a strong plunging desire as she thought of several children's bodies crawling over her, kissing her skin, poling their inquisitive virgin fingers all over her, digging into every cavity and orifice.
"Of course they may," she answered. She waited while three other boys came running towards them from the school play yard.
She led them into the building and had them lead her to the school auditorium. They went backstage, where there were some chairs and mats strewn on the floor, for use in plays and so on.
"What game are we going to play?" they asked her in their pinched squeaky voices. Ginger could hardly wait to strip them all and have them walk and crawl all over her hot lustful body. Desire for them seized her. She could feel the wetness of her aching cunt, and the swelling of her large breasts with their turgid nipples.
"I'll show you what game," she said, calculatingly, as she sat down on a nearby chair and sat one of the boys in her lap.
"What's your name?" she asked in a sweet voice as she held him with one arm wrapped around his waist and the other actively exploring the inside of the boy's thighs.
"Bobby," he managed to squirm out, for he was twitching his body uncomfortably on Ginger's thighs as she caressed his erect little prick through the material of his pants.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you, Bobby?" she asked.
Bobby was breathing hard and fast, but he managed to indicate that he was enjoying it immensely.
Ginger's lust grew by leaps and bounds as she watched Bobby's writhing body and his anguished face. Quickly she undid his pants, ran down the zipper, and drew out his prick.
Her own breathing quickened, and her body felt like a raging mass of heated coals as she gazed at the unviolated child's cock pointing up at her like a pink spear. Her throat went dry at the sight of it, and the twitching of her cunt reached momentous proportions. The boy's three friends gazed at Bobby's distended cock with fascinated eyes and gaping mouths. They looked up at Ginger with eyes wide open. Her body leaped with surging excitement at the sight of the three companions watching her fondle their friend's prick.
She grasped it in her hands and gently massaged it, while the boy in her lap twisted and moaned from the sensations of it. Ginger pulled him closer to her, pressing him against her heaving large breasts, crushing them against Bobby's small pliant body.
He clutched madly at her, burying his face in her breast area, grunting all the while. Ginger kissed him madly, giving full play to her madly roaming tongue.
In a few moments of this Bobby's body convulsed against hers bucking and twisting with the force of his orgasm, with Ginger holding his prick capped in her palm in the event that some fluids should ejaculate. None came, but she held the little prick in her hand, experiencing a hot unstoppable flow of delight coursing through her body, a delight which she had never before tasted.
Bobby lay limp in her lap, exhausted by the excitement that had let loose like a tornado in his frail young body.
His three friends watched him avidly in shocked disbelief. One of them clutched his penis through his pants, his mouth open and his breath coming in short panting gasps.
"Is that what fucking is?" one of them asked tremulously.
Ginger looked at him, her eyes glazed with the sensations which ate up her insides and made her clit twitch excitedly for rubbing and stimulation.
"Will you give me a piece of ass?" asked the same boy shyly, wrinkling up his nose.
The question came like a prick into her ears, and her body exploded with desire the instant she heard it. The impulse to see each of these boys naked gripped her with demonic force as her body screamed for fulfillment. Quickly she got up, and putting down Bobby and letting him rest in the chair, went over to the boy who had asked the question.
"No, that's not fucking," she answered him, taking him by the hand and leading him to one of the mats lying on the floor.
"All the rest of you come over here too," she ordered, her voice cracked with her lusts.
Quickly she disrobed the boy whose hand she held. He watched her as she tugged at his clothing, making no effort to help or interfere, his mouth open in amazement and his eyes bulging.
As soon as she had removed the boy's clothes Ginger hastily disrobed herself. All the children's eyes riveted to the bulging breasts that swayed slightly in the air and at the triangle of pubic hair that held her hungry cunt hidden.
Ginger lay down on the mat, the cloth of it cold and uncomfortable against her soft white skin.
"Come here," she beckoned the little boy, "I'll show you what fucking is."
The childish little prick was full and erect, and though it extended for only about four inches, it drove Ginger wild with uncontrollable desires.
She took the tumescent prick into her practiced hands and mashed it gently, putting it into her mouth for a brief moment, slipping her greedy tongue over its contours, drawing it finally over the glans, and removing it altogether from her mouth as the little boy groaned with pleasure, his eyes closed.
She pulled him down to her cunt, and taking his prick in hand she guided it to her vagina and brought him up close against her well-curved and hungry body. The touch of his cock inside of her had the effect of a live wire, making her body jerk involuntarily. She was on the brink of losing control of herself, of giving herself up completely to her need for fulfillment.
"Rock your hips," she ordered the little boy, whose face was buried in the swelling mountains of her breasts, which his tongue timidly licked. She pulled him close to her body, and encouraged his impulsive jerking motions as his young turgid cock slammed into her cunt with blinding speed.
"That's it, faster, faster and deeper," Ginger explained, sighing deeply while the child on top of her frantically lunged in and out, clutching madly and excitedly at Ginger's breasts, squeezing them so hard that it hurt.
"Fuck me you little cock," Ginger groaned, as her body surged and mounted with excitement. The boy's little hips rocked against her encompassing pelvis, completely swallowed up by their largeness. Ginger groaned and spread her legs, permitting the little cock to go as deeply as it could into her.
"Keep it up," she ordered, as her body drowned her in lusts and cravings, and her hips worked in unison with the little boy's. "The rest of you," she started, "the rest of you strip and get on top of me. And hurry up, you little bastards."
In an instant the three children who watched the lurid scene with avid eyes had stripped themselves completely and had tossed themselves with abandon on Ginger's swelling and receptive body. For a few brief moments arms and legs and bodies flailed in utter pandemonium as each of the young boys struggled to claim a larger area of Ginger's body, clutching at her skin, scratching at her, poling at her, muttering little curse words at her and at themselves, till finally they had apportioned her out and were humping against her, rubbing their cocks against her sweaty white skin.
Ginger grabbed the nearest cock and stuffed it into her mouth, clamping her lips around it and sucking deeply on it. The feel of the boy's springy pubic hair crushing against her impassioned face had her half-crazed, and she viorously drew her mouth up and down the now slimy prick. The boy's hips pumped against her face, hurting her, but the sensation of the soft skin against her own compensated for it and increased her ardor. Harder and harder she moved her mouth, her tongue rasping against the slim cock in her mouth, pressing it, curling around it. She was buried in bodies. There wasn't a portion of her skin that hadn't been clutched or grabbed or kissed or pulled. Everywhere her skin was being manipulated, and the sensations of all this comprehensive touching drove her senses wild. She shrieked.
The boy whose prick she was mouthing began to have his orgasm, and he curled hotly around her face, completely wrapping himself around her while his hips rammed into her opened mouth. When he had finished he rolled off of her and curled up on the floor, moaning and groaning.
"I love you little fucking brats," Ginger screamed at the top of her lungs, her body twisting beneath the mass of flesh that held her so excitingly pinioned. "Pump!" she ordered to the boy in her cunt. "Pump harder you little cunt lover. Slam your rod into me, kill me with your stick, slam your white little balls into my cunt, drive me crazy, crazy, crazy..."
She began to moan fiercely as her come swept over her and made her body twist savagely, dislodging the cock from the pulsing channel of her vagina. The child clutched frantically at her in an effort to insert his prick back into her. But his efforts were in vain for
Ginger's buttocks heaved mightily over the floor as her come torched through her with unsurpassed force and momentum, with a ferociousness and savagery that left her dazed and breathless at the end of it.
"Dear Jesus," Ginger sighed, astonished, "you fucking little kids are some lay, aren't you. I never went through anything like that before."
The child whose prick had been dislodged was still reaching into her in an effort to get himself inside her, but in one swipe Ginger threw him onto the mat beside her and appreciatively and fondly caressed his hard little prick, while the boy made groans under the feel of the expert hands that played over his prick.
But Ginger was concerned to get back to Frank before too much time had elapsed, and she was quite late already. Without a second thought she abandoned the needy prick in her fingers, leaving it jerking and orphaned in the air while she jumped up and hurried back into their clothes.
"Hey, lady, I wanna fuck. I wanna fuck." The little kid persisted in a demanding voice. He charged at Ginger, burying his anger and frustrated face into her cunt, but Ginger gave him a sharp cuff in the face that spilled him onto the floor head over heels.
"The ungrateful little prick," said Ginger hotly.
Quickly she hurried out of the school and started on the way home, the thought of what had just happened lingering like a soft happy dream in her mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ginger had been resting lazily on her couch, her feet tucked beneath her and a glass of heavily diluted gin in one hand when the phone rang. When she had returned not long before, she had showered and grabbed a bite to eat. The remembrance of the extraordinary fuck she had received at the hands, or at the pricks, of those children had exhilarated her and excited her at the same time. She recalled avidly the dancing sensations her skin had been subjected to, and even now thrilled to them. She had never done it before, and she was glad she had had the guts, or anger, to try. She supposed she could attribute the whole incident to modest and mannish Maureen. Actions and reactions among people lead to strange results, she pondered philosophically.
But putting aside such heavy thoughts, she picked up the receiver and said "Hello?" in a voice loaded with sex and suggestiveness.
It was Frank.
"Is it okay if I come over tonight?" he asked. It was, emphatically.
Although Ginger had been through a lot today, and though her body had been given as much stimulation and excitement as any normal person would want, she was as ready now for the pleasures of the flesh as she had been in the morning. More so, even. Her body was like a high performance sports car, it thrived on the hard and demanding use which in short order would' reduce ordinary cars to junk, but which inversely acted on it, making it better fit for use.
In no time Frank had arrived and Ginger ushered him in.
"Hello," he said admiringly, as his eyes feasted on the ripe mounds of her breasts as they bulged above the neckline of her outfit. It was made of some sheer material which clung to her body like a glove, showing off her every curve to advantage.
Ginger smiled sweetly and offered Frank a drink. Together they sat on the couch and sipped from their glasses, and talked together.
Ginger wondered whether she should tell Frank about the incident with the children. The notion of it inflamed her mind and sent a pleasurable charge of fire through her body. But she wondered how he would react to it. Would he be disgusted? Some people might be. Would he? She wasn't certain. She gazed at him carefully, trying to gauge his mind from the way he spoke, but she couldn't tell for certain one way or another.
Frank apparently noticed that something was on her mind. "Is something bothering you?' he asked her solicitously.
"What makes you say that?" Ginger asked a little nervously.
"You weren't paying attention to me. Your mind seemed to be wandering. Is something the matter?' He watched her closely.
Ginger bit her hp for an instant before she started. "Frank, how do you feel about "Pederasts,"
"About what?" Frank asked laughing.
"Pederasts," she repeated simply, lowering her eyes, "people who molest children." Ginger felt a spasm of excitement make its tour through her body as she heard the words come from her lips. She was terribly aware of Frank's close, almost overbearing gaze.
"is there something you wanted to tell me?" Frank asked, more seriously now. He leaned closer to Ginger, and placing his hand onto her arm and squeezing her gently he continued, "If there's something that's happened to you, or something that you'd like to tell me, please come out and say it. Don't be afraid. I'd like to hear it."
Ginger looked deeply at him. "Yes, I'd like to tell you about it," she said, getting excited by the notion of confessing. Frank's concern and openness disarmed her, and she wanted to tell him everything. "This evening after work, while I was walking to the subway, I stopped to pick up a ball that some children had lost and ... and ... well I seduced four boys in the auditorium of a school."
She looked nakedly at Frank. He was staring at her, and she could see that after the first swell of disbelief, his face became transformed by lust and excitement.
"Go on," he said in a rasping voice, "tell me about it. Tell me what you did."
Ginger became infected by his voyeuristic craving, and she felt her own body bathed in a gently sweeping glow of excitement.
"I'd been angry, because of something that had happened at work, and when I saw the boy whose ball I'd picked up, a tremendous lust swept over me. My mind was all confusion, and I didn't know what was happening, but I was calculating too and I deliberately tricked him into coming with me into the auditorium, and even had him bring his friends. There were three of them."
She stopped a moment to ascertain what effect this was having on Frank. He was watching her eagerly.
"Go on," he encouraged.
"Well," Ginger began, feeling again the emotions she had undergone, "I took one of them and began to fondle him. He grew very excited, as he clutched at me. I was not for him, and I watched the expressions on his face, and felt my body become overwhelmed with lust and heat. When he came, he wrapped himself around me, moaning and gasping something fierce. I was so stimulated that I thought I'd come then and there. But I didn't. The other boys were watching us. They were excited out of their minds. One of them asked me if what I'd done was called fucking, and then he asked me for a piece of ass. That tore my mind out of me. I was wild for his slim little white body. I wanted his stiff little prick inside of me. My cunt was sopping wet. I could feel the drops of moisture clinging to my thighs, and trading all the way down my legs, driving me wild with lust. I took one of them and stripped him. The sight of his little body excited me more than I can tell. I gazed at his stiff little rod as if I'd never seen one before in my life. I held it in my hand, caressing it and making the boy groan with pleasure. Then I put it into my cunt, and told him what to do. I was wild with excitement. I could have come at the slightest provocation. He slammed his erect prick into my wet channel. My mind was a jungle of snaking sensations. I was unbelievably aroused. I ordered the other boys to take off their clothings, and had them fall onto me. I took one of them and stuffed his prick into my mouth. I made him come, and he wrapped his naked body around my face. A moment later I came too. It was unbelievable. I'd never had it like that. My whole body was alive with movement. It took control of me completely. I twisted and squirmed on the floor half out of my mind."
Ginger halted her narrative. Frank was next to her. She could feel his excited breathing coming in strong hot jets along her neck and down onto her breasts. His dark black eyes were alive with sexual hunger.
For a moment neither of them said anything, mesmerized by each other, and then Frank said slowly, apparently deriving pleasure from it, "So my little Ginger is a pederast."
Ginger nodded briefly, hurt, and she lowered her gaze. She felt shamed.
But she was suddenly overwhelmed by the hot, surging wet lips that sought out her mouth in a lunge of heat and desire, and she answered the crushing force of Frank's kiss with an equally active pressure of her own. Their lips slid wetly against each other, their tongues seeking each other out and doing an impassioned dance together. Frank imprisoned her body in his arms, and pressed her close to him as his tongue flicked into her hot wet mouth. Ginger felt her breasts swell up like balloons and her dark little nipples harden with excitement. Her breathing came in quick spurts, and her eyes were closed, leaving her fully under the sweeping power of the deep kiss that flamed in her mouth and made her body feel warm and submissive.
It was Frank who broke off the kiss, and he looked wonderingly at Ginger, who still had her eyes closed in rapture. She sighed deeply before she opened them to look again at Frank.
"I'm so glad you didn't get angry with me. I was afraid you might. I was afraid of worse than that. I thought you might leave me and call me a cheap whore, who corrupts children."
Frank reached his arm out and gave her breast a reassuring squeeze. "Don't think that, Ginger. I wouldn't throw you out. You're a remarkable woman. You have a sexual urge that most women couldn't match by any stretch of the imagination. And you have the adventuresomeness to pursue it."
Ginger looked at him, gratefulness and desire merged inextricably in her eyes.
"Kiss me," she pleaded.
In answer Frank gripped her tightly to him and pressed his lips to her eager mouth. She felt a great desire for him torching through her curvaceous body, and she let herself melt limply against his hard, firm body, molding herself against his powerful form, enjoying the hot searching of his snaking tongue as it slipped inside her mouth She felt his prick hard and jerking behind the material of his pants. The thought of it thirsting and throbbing to get into her anxious cunt made her swoon under a wave of excitement for him. She clung tightly to his urgent body and circled her smooth white arms around him. The jets of his quickened breath spread hotly over her moist skin.
Still kissing her, Frank drew his hand over the pliable curves of her body, bringing them to her breasts, gripping them in a clenched iron hand, squeezing the mass of erectile tissue.
Ginger tore her mouth from Frank's kiss and in a panting, gasping voice, pleaded, "Frank, fuck me. Oh please fuck me. I need your fat rod inside my cunt."
Frank responded to her need. Avidly he pulled at her garment, succeeding in a moment to draw it off of her magnificent and stimulated body. Ginger was weak from the roughness with which he had disrobed her. She knew Frank would be pleased to find that she wore no bra now, and her anticipation was not in vain, for he now stared at the two burning mounds before him, his eyes eating up their voluptuous forms. Impassioned beyond restraint he planted his lips on their nipples and sucked on them with great ferocity. Ginger groaned softly as his rough tongue lapped over them, teasing them, pressing against them. While he fondled her tits he ran his hand down to her cunt, and after a preliminary caressive gesture over her well-haired mound he slipped his finger into the wet, dreamy depths of her cleft. Ginger stirred with pleasure.
"Oh Frank, that feels so good. Better than any child's prick."
Frank kissed her tits more ardently when he heard this, smothering his face in their soft white flesh. Ginger moaned under his hot caresses and kisses, and she groaned to him, "Frank strip. Strip for me. I need to see your fat cock, I want to see your gigantic cock, to feel it, to kiss it."
Quickly Frank undid the buttons of his shirt, and after tossing it away uncaringly, he climbed out of his pants and briefs, impatient to get back to Ginger.
Frank stood straight for a moment, his hungry cock bobbing in the air, making jerking motions, pointed like a missile right for Ginger. Her throat went dry as she gazed half drunkenly at the huge staff. She tried to say something, but the words caught in her throat. She clutched at her neck, helpless, feeling a great fire consuming her, flaming up inside of her, seizing her till she didn't know what she was doing. "Oh Frank," she mumbled, drawing him to her, taking the mammoth cock into her white hands, admiring the huge took, letting her eyes feast on the network of blue veins that streaked along it, before she started to kiss it wantonly, passionately, running her tongue on the huge glans.
like a woman starved, she stuffed it greedily into her red-lipped mouth, clasping her lips around the thick red shaft. In hurried, avid strokes she ran her wet lips and tongue up and down its creamy length. The feel of its smooth rigidity sent spasms of heat through her, and she drew her mouth along the hardened tool more quickly.
Frank moaned heavily from the pleasure of it, and he lapped his tongue over the cream that coated her vulval lips. Holding her smooth white thighs wide apart, he buried his face into the depths of her fork. His tongue flew madly over the private parts of her anatomy, his searching tongue moving wetly into every crevice and fold of her cunt.
Ginger convulsed from the movements of his expert tongue, and her hips gyrated from intense pleasure. She was breathing deeply and intense pleasure. Her mind and body were filled with lust. She was breathing deeply and heavily, fully excited now, and her expelled breath ran along the length of Frank's staff, making his stringy pubic hairs sway from its great force.
Frank pressed down more firmly on Ginger's broad twitching hips, locking them down more securely, spreading them apart, keeping them from engulfing his face as Ginger uncaringly wrapped them around his face, making him prisoner of the wild seething feelings he induced in her gorgeous and so easily excitable body.
Frank's hips pistoned into Ginger's face, sending his cock deeply into her straining mouth, drawing it out, thrashing it in again, his crotch fully meeting with Ginger's face. Ginger thought she would choke from the force and depth of these mammoth surges into the hot redness of her mouth, but she wanted it. It made her wild to be used so brutally by Frank, and the feel of his black pubic hairs brushing against the silken white skin of her face made her want Frank to send his big red cock so deeply into her mouth that it would kill her, that the force of it would split her apart, letting her hot insides gush out, impaled on the strong shaft of his bursting rod.
As she felt herself coming she increased the violence of her movements along his prick. Her hips gyrated as she felt the snaky wetness of Frank's tongue searching its way along the tight pulsating tube of her cunt. She longed to wrap her white thighs around his face down there and imprison his warm tongue forever in her trembling cunt. The sensations his piece of red meat induced were like a great ravaging fire inside her, a great demolishing dynamite explosion. She feared it and craved it at the same time. She was afraid it would leave her body wrecked by its force and power, but could not help but want that power and force with every particle and drop of passion inside her.
Frank's tongue slipped into her more deeply now, and more rapidly, making Ginger almost faint. His cock was surging in her mouth, and his tongue was searching in her cunt. If they both exploded at the same time the effects would be shattering, she was sure. But this was no time for caution. With greater and greater violence, she bucked her hips in answer to the seekings of his tongue, helping it deeper into her creamy channel, while at the same time she sucked with all the determination of an asp on Frank's supercharged cock. Ginger felt her come to be imminent and she thrashed around on the couch as much as she could under the strong pressure of Frank's weight, trying to achieve those vital last charges of sensation which would tumble her headlong into the blinding seas of ultimate orgasm. She longed for it, her mind sick from craving it.
At last it started, like a hurricane that built up and built up acquiring greater and greater force till finally it swept triumphantly over the whole of her body, making her thrash and thrash on the couch, squirming under Frank's firm hard body, his heaving prick still in her mouth. She felt her love juice spreading like an ocean out of her, onto Frank's tongue, into his mouth, onto his face. And in a moment, she felt the first tremors of his orgasm as she felt the drops of sperm accumulate at the tip of his glans, then in a great rush, felt the strong, warm spurt of his love serum as it gushed like a geyser all over the walls of her already full mouth, splashing over her aching tongue, falling down her esophagus. Frank pistoned her, grasping her buttocks in a mindless blind frenzy of his own. He clutched at her as desperately as a shipwrecked mariner, lost on the seas of passion.
Ginger sighed when, afterwards, Frank removed his deflating cock from her sperm-filled mouth. She gulped down the last drops of his sweet love juice, as the two of them extricated themselves from each other.
Ginger was exhausted. Frank put his arm around her.
"Baby, that was wonderful," he said, kissing her softly and tenderly on the lips. She gave him a sated smile, but she knew she was sated only for the moment, and that not long from now her need for sex would regenerate, making her need and want it again. But for the moment she basked in the warm glow that suffused her body, and under the appreciative kisses and caresses that Frank gave her. Even now, she felt a faint stirring in her body, and thought for a brief moment of the fuck Frank would give her later on tonight, before they went finally to sleep in each other's arms. Who could tell. Perhaps they would do it a third time even, before retiring for the night. It was so good to have a hungry cock slamming into her moist pussy, she thought to herself, feeling, Frank's face imbedded fondly in her neck.
CHAPTER SIX
It was busy at the dress shop the following morning. It seemed that every woman in town had decided to come in and browse, and a couple of them to buy as well. Ginger was kept hopping all morning, and she was dizzy from catering to the whims of the women who marched through the front door demanding to see one thing or another.
Matters were worsened by the fact that Ginger was in a state of sexual excitation. The smell of perfume, which each of those women had brought like an aura around them as they entered the store, was what had done it. Ginger was remarkably susceptible to perfumes, and now she was helpless under the blanket of aromas that had spread through the store. Her clit twitched for release, angry and insistent. Ginger thought she would die from frustration. Yet there was nothing she could do about it. The battalion of women who came and came seemed endless, and she couldn't very well say, "Excuse me please, but I have to step into the back room and touch myself off. My clit is itching something fierce." With all that was in her Ginger hoped and prayed that the line of women streaming into the store would magically cease. She was as hot as she could bear. Her throat was dry, and she was on the point of screaming.
At long last, however, the shop had thankfully emptied. Ginger, tired and a little angry, started for the back room, a tremor of lust running through her body which she fully gave in to, and enjoyed. "I'm so hot I could burst," she thought to herself.
Just then the door bell tinkled. Hell, thought Ginger. If its another one of those bitches looking for a dress, I'll throw her right out of this goddam store.
"Are you Ginger?" asked a man's voice, just as Ginger turned around. Ginger was pleasantly overwhelmed at his extraordinary good looks as surprised, and she felt a quiver of desire shoot through her as she eyed the deeply tanned man who had entered.
"Yes," she said in a sultry, insinuating way. "I'm Ginger. Who are you?" He was handsome, and Ginger was hungry for him. She wondered how long it would take her to make him. She jutted out her soft white breasts, feeling the hard nipples press against the material of her clinging dress. She wore no bra, a fact which certainly worked in her favor. She watched as the man's gaze held fast to her large peaked tits, fascinated and, she could tell, very excited by them.
"My name's George Stone. I'm a friend of Mike's. He told me about you. He was very enthusiastic, I must say. And I decided I wanted to meet you."
Boy, thought Ginger, is he ever going to be easy to make. And she was stirred by him. She liked the direct way in which he implied that he wanted her. What would Mike have told him about her? That she was a good fuck. And an easy one. This last thought sparked some anger in her. She liked her sex, certainly, and thought there was nothing better than a good hard fuck, but she certainly didn't want to be used. If she wanted sex she would have it; and she would have it any time and any place she wanted it. But ... there was no force in heaven or on earth that could make her have it. She decided then and there, that though moments before she would have willingly laid this fellow George, now she would by no means do so. She would lead him to think she would.
She would gently and quietly let his desires build till he was so hot for her that he was burning. Maybe she would even start to undress for him and make his lusts consume him utterly. But at the final crucial moment she would draw back, leaving George frustrated and shamed and angry. She would show him that she was no easy lay, no cheap whore.
"Well," said Ginger, giving him an enticing look and moving towards him till she was standing next to him, the skin of their arms grazing with exquisite softness.
George laughed. Ginger figured it was because he was too choked up with desire for her to make any intelligible reply. She could imagine the desires she evoked in him. George's eyes wandered avidly over her curvy, full body, noting all the points of interest, and there were many. His eyes came to a full stop when they encountered her breasts. Ginger was proud of her large white tits, with their hard little nipples. She jutted them out purposefully, and was pleased to note the gasp of amazement which issued from George's lips. She thought he would faint any moment now. Idly she wondered how good a fuck he would have given her if she hadn't decided already not to let him have her.
"Come with me, George," she said, deciding to speed things up. She took I.im gently by the arm and led him to the back room. Once there, she looked at him with the most seductive smile she could manage to give, and laced her arms around him, pulling him to her, pressing herself against the hard mascularity of his body, letting her soft breasts squeeze lusciously and evocatively against his chest. Their lips met in a hard commanding kiss, tongues dancing wetly over each other, tasting each others' mouths.
Ginger could feel the turgid mass of George's huge cock pressing obviously, prominently, excitingly against the smooth white depths of her thighs, and despite herself she could not hold back the scorching pangs of desire that seized her and made her tremble with fear. George's arms wrapped possessively around her, gripping her tight with his desire, and his hands moved over her back and along her body, making her want to go limp and submissive, accepting his every caress, feeding on it. George's prick pressed against her like a hot coal.
Ginger drew her lips from the kiss, the warm loose feeling it induced shooting through her, making her weak. She was afraid of what was happening. Her craving was getting the better of her. She didn't know if she could control it, subdue it, so that she could frustrate George as she planned.
His hot hands were tearing at her dress, and Ginger pulled away from him.
"What're you doing," she screamed hotly, almost in a faint. "Get out of here. Get out or
I'll call the cops."
But George paid no attention to her protestations. He knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.
"I've got what you want, baby, and I'm gonna give it to you."
"Go away," Ginger pleaded. "Go away from here. I don't want you. I don't want your stupid cock." She was beside herself with fright and anger and lust. Tears rolled down her cheeks like liquid embers. She was lying through her teeth, but didn't want to admit to herself that her desires could so completely take control of her and dominate her. She wanted George's prick so badly that she was crying. She wanted to feel it plunge deeply into her creamy canal, sending exquisite feelings all over her body. She was limp and defenseless, and George knew it, she could tell.
He lunged at her, tearing madly at her dress, pulling it off her, exposing the smooth white skin of her body. His mouth burned wet kisses over her skin, and Ginger could not help herself from answering his terrible and ferocious need. Her ruby red mouth sought out his, and she sucked his lips while his searching tongue ran wetly over her.
With a will of their own, Ginger's hands started to unbutton George's shirt, and in a moment her nimble and quick fingers had pulled it off. She pressed her firm tits hard up against his hairy chest while she kissed him, as he undid his trousers and soon threw them off, and his briefs as well, Now they were both naked as the day they were born, and took advantage of the fact to press their bodies hotly against each other, twisting against each other's skin, touching against each other as much as they possibly could. Ginger had lost all reservations now. No scheming or plotting, no plans for frustration. Now she was intent on enjoying herself with the man who had conveniently appeared. She wrapped herself around his strong forceful body, glorying in the domineering way in which his hands grabbed madly and hurtfully over her. George was a strong man, and she liked his strong fingers manhandle her and use her body.
Ginger felt her breasts fire up at the feel of George's clutching fingers wrapped viciously around them. She screamed from the pain.
"Not so hard," she said.
But George increased his pressure, making Ginger scream in pain and anguish. She tried to break loose from him but he held her breasts tight, and his eyes looked at her lividly as her tits stretched impossibly before her frightened eyes. The pain was incredible, and Ginger thought she would faint. "Let go of me," she shouted, pleading. He held her an instant longer, then release her violated tits, letting them return to normal shape. He watched her with pleasure on his face as Ginger rubbed her sore genitals, the skin of her breasts red from abuse. She was frightened now. What would this sadistic person do to her? Anxiously she tried to escape.
But he caught her easily, holding her fast against his body, his hungry cock pressed up against Gingers smooth skin, his lips working wetly over her. He planted his mouth over her nipples, holding them together with his hands, and flicked his tongue madly from one to the other. Exquisite sensations tore through Ginger's flesh and she sighed deeply from the pleasure of it. The man's fingers eased over her pliant body and found their way into her wet steaming cunt, and she felt herself convulse against George's body as his deft fingers toyed with her clit and pressed smoothly against her cunt lips. She mewed and moaned, completely lost in the bewildering sensations that grasped her beautiful body. She felt she had lost control over herself completely. She let George do what he pleased to her. She was helpless now to stop him, and she even found increased pleasure in the knowledge that she was completely without defense.
She felt an aching feeling in her cunt as George's fingers left her, and then she suddenly felt herself being flung to the floor, feeling the hardness of it hurt her soft excited body. But she was in a daze. She could do nothing to stop George's savage assault on her naked body. She looked up and saw him glowering at her menacingly, his prick stretched out in front of him like a spear, its tip wet with lust. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the huge massive cock. It exerted a terrifying power over her, and she felt a huge vacuum form inside of her, and electrifying sensations overrun her. She gasped at the size of it, and wetted her lips in anticipation. Her cunt was wet as an ocean, and her body was completely loose and open.
"Give it to me," she demanded hoarsely.
George knelt beside her as Ginger took the fat cock in her little hands.
"Its so big. So incredibly big," she uttered in a fascinated whisper.
"You like it, huh?"
Ginger started to smother the gigantic dick with kisses, but in a moment she found the huge staff being withdrawn from her circling hands. In hungry disbelief she watched as it traveled toward her flowing cunt, and groaned as she felt it being inserted slowly into her tight, syrupy, depths. Minutes passed, it seemed to her, before it was fully inserted into her. It went in so deeply. It felt as if it were poking up into her stomach, it was so long.
Then it began, a powerful unremitting thrusting, slamming, pushing into her depths, with George's cock ramming into her so deeply she thought he would rip her open in a minute. It was like a knife cutting through her wet body. She screamed and cried out from it. Great drops of tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, and she sobbed from the thrilling pain of it.
"Faster," she screamed violently, her whole body shaking and tossing, "fuck me faster, harder. Kill me with your shaft. Shoot me with your rod. I need to feel it surging inside me. Kill me, kill me."
Faster and faster the great rod shot into her creamy palpitating depths, sending immense currents of pleasure sparking through Ginger's straining body. She was half crazed from the immense batterings she was receiving in her clutching cunt. She felt the travelings of the thick hot cock as it forced its way up her passage, scraping her walls, surging deep inside her, violating her with its brutality and crudeness. It jammed into her treasure like a missile.
Moaning and screaming, Ginger flung her arms around George's body, gripping him against her, pressing her fingers deeply into the skin of his back. She raked her finger nails across him, cutting his flesh with the force of her anguish and passion. She was tortured with the swells of feeling that ran through her. George dug his nails into Ginger's large breasts, and this made her scream all the harder. It was torture for her.
"Oh make me come, you fucking bastard," she raged at him in desperation, "use your fucking rod. Plug it into me and make me come. Make my sweet wet cunt go crazy."
Ginger thrust up her hips to join George's own as he forced himself gruelingly into her. His crotch slammed up against Ginger's soft pelvis. She matched his thrusts, desperate for her come. It was all that mattered now, all that she cared about. She worked frantically to achieve it, her need for it lending force and incredible vigor to her twistings and buckings. She was working at a maddening pace.
Suddenly there was a tinkling at the door. Someone walked in.
"Hello? Is there anyone here? Hello?" the woman who had walked in, looked around for a moment, then started for the back room. In a moment she had reached the doorway, and when she looked inside, her eyes popped to see Ginger's curvy naked body screaming for fulfillment as George's equally naked body lunged into her from on top.
"Oh, my God," she screamed the middle-aged lady in amazement and shock. "You ... you're fucking in the store. How shameful, how shameful ... " she cried, her hands covering her eyes. She rushed out of the store in an instant.
"That fucking bitch saw us," cried Ginger, increasing the tempo of her buckings. She had been greatly excited by the presence of the woman watching her fuck, and now she wanted her come more badly than ever. "Hurry hurry hurry," she pleaded with George. "I need it so bad," she moaned. "I need my come, I need my come, I need ... Oh now, now! George, go faster. It's coming. My come is coming. It's almost, It's ... it's here! It's here! It's ... ohh ... ohh ... ohh."
Ginger lost herself in rapturous screams, as her hot violent come shot through her, and her love potion streamed out of her clutching cunt drowning George's prick. She felt her body go completely loose, breaking open inside of her, making her twist and fall all around.
Suddenly George clasped her tighter, more powerfully, as his own come started on its dangerous way, His hot lava spewed forth from his pistoning cock, laving Ginger's tight glorious channel, sending its sperm deep into her creamy sucking depths. He continued to slam into her warm soft flesh, while his prick drained itself inside of her.
Ginger moaned as her orgasm began to subside. She held George to her body, caressingly running her hands over the ripples of his muscled back.
"That was incredible," George mumbled to her, "It was one of the best comes I've ever had. You were great."
Ginger smiled. She had loved it as well. Her thoughts ran back to the woman who had discovered George and herself copulating, and she recalled how excited it made her. She ran her hand lazily down her body, glorying in the thrill that she felt as her hand moved over her skin, marveling at what a perfect mechanism her body was for producing pleasure.
She looked up and was surprised to see George climbing back into his clothing.
"Going so soon?" she asked softly.
George smiled at her and answered, "I'm leaving now, but you can be sure I'll come around to see you again. You're a rather remarkable woman."
Ginger smiled at the compliment, and struggled up again, and started to dress. There was still the store to take care of, and customers to attend to. Never forget, she reminded herself with admirable enthusiasm, business before pleasure, and all that.
Shit, she thought as she went back into the store.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The party that Frank took her to that evening had started off well, the music came on strong and loud, and everyone was dancing with abandon and enjoyment. Ginger felt excited and electric, as she always felt at parties. The presence of so many people digging the music and each other had a calming effect on her, numbing all her reservations and making her eager to meet new people, see and do new things. She had already had some alcohol to drink, and she felt its warm glow as it took effect on her body, making her tingle all over-making her hot.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Frank as he came towards her, bringing his dancing partner along with him.
"Yes. I'm feeling a little drunk, actually. I can't hold my liquor too well," she replied a little unsteadily. The girl with Frank at the moment was pretty, and Ginger felt a brief stab of jealousy when she thought he had wanted, even if for one or two dances, to perform with this other girl. But her jealousy quickly subsided as she realized that she was as free to pick and choose among the men as he was to make forays into the woman-talent.
After she had danced a couple of times she felt very loose inside, and heated as well. She stepped over to the side to rest a while, and in a moment she felt the presence of someone next to her.
"Hi," said the man next to her, looking at her with plainly evident hunger in his eyes. He introduced himself as John.
"Its hot in here," he said conversationally.
"It certainly is," she confirmed, looking into his deep brown eyes. She felt her dress clinging to her moistly. She wished it were cooler, and that a breeze were blowing through the apartment. "It's probably because of all these bodies twisting and swaying around. It generates a lot of heat."
"I know what you mean," said John. "I feel a little uncomfortable myself." He took a drink from his glass. "Do you want to take a walk outside? I think it would be refreshing."
"Okay," Ginger smiled at him, admiring his good looks and fine body.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and together they started out. There was a breeze blowing, and as soon as they reached the street, they felt it running over them. Ginger's skin tingled from it. She took a deep breath, feeling her breasts rise up high on her body. She could almost feel the way John's eyes ran over her firming tits, admiring their fullness and smoothness. Ginger thrilled to the hunger that she aroused in him so quickly. Her body was such a potent object, she thought smugly. In the back of her mind she recalled the girl Frank had held to him, and felt that being here with John constituted a sort of revenge for his fickleness. Of course she had herself been somewhat fickle in the past few days, but there was an extraordinary and strong justification for it. She simply had an inordinate sex drive. Frank himself had told her so. In view of this she let her emotions have full reign, letting them feed on the lustful glances that John showered over her well-curved body. She snuggled up close to him, melting herself snugly against him. She liked the feel of his nicely-formed body, and was excited by the smell of his cologne. She liked a man to smell nice when he was with her.
"Do you have a car?" she asked him.
He shook his head sadly, and Ginger imagined how much he regretted it at this moment. It pleased her to think of how much he would want to drive his thickened cock into her tight, close-fitting vaginal channel.
"That's too bad," she said wistfully, as they walked along the dark night street together. "It would have been nice to go for a drive with you."
She noticed the way his breath quickened after she said this, and she pressed her voluptuous body more closely against him, heightening his excitement. Her hand pressed suggestively over his waist, and fell slightly on his hips. She wanted his excitement to smolder for a while. It made her red hot to watch a man grow more and more hungry and desirous for her, till finally he couldn't stand it any longer and simply had to do something to relieve his need for her. She liked to be wanted desperately, and never tired of trying out her charms on new men. Each one was a challenge, a new set of circumstances, and pitting herself up against her former conquests answered some competitive need in her.
Ginger decided to play a game with John. "What would you do right this minute if you could do exactly as you pleased?" she asked, rolling up her great eyes sweetly at him. She realized that her own hunger for him was growing by the minute. She felt him stiffen slightly.
He did not answer her in words, but he stopped, and turning to face her he wrapped his arms around her powerfully and hugged her close, while his lips crushed against her moist red mouth, sliding wetly over their smooth enticing surface. Ginger felt a spasm of wildness and lust convulse her as she felt his hot lips on hers, felt his exploring tongue, felt his cock extending itself behind his pants as it pressed against her yearning white skin. She felt that familiar and sweet confusion of excitement swarm over her, signaling the unstoppable buildup of sexual tension that would drive her and drive her, mercilessly, ruthlessly, till it was released.
She drew her mouth slowly away from the kiss, letting its softness and impact linger over her mouth, and sighed deeply. The feel of his smooth face mingling with the smell of his cologne sank into her brain, overpowering her, making her weak with want, forcing her body to limpness. She leaned submissively against John's powerful body.
Just then there was an ear-breaking RRRrrrrumph! A few feet away from them a car came to a halt, and two men exited from its doors.
"Mmmmmm," the men groaned loudly and appreciatively as they passed by John and Ginger, their eyes wandering like fingers over Ginger's lovely contours. "If he isn't good to you, you can come to me anytime," one of them said brashly, directing his statement to
Ginger.
As soon as they were out of sight, John led Ginger to the car, and trying the door, found that, as he expected, the door had been left unlocked. He looked at Ginger, smiling broadly at her, and letting his gaze fall onto her breasts, to feast there on the smooth swollen mounds of cream-white skin. He could hardly keep hip hands from impulsively grabbing at them and squeezing them strongly.
"Let's get inside," he ordered, in a throaty voice.
Ginger entered quickly, and moved over to the far side of the back seat, making room for John. The closeness and inconvenience of the car excited her. It made it that much more difficult to achieve her sexual objective, and therefore made victory that much greater and more shatteringly sweet.
John sat close to her. "Well," he started enthusiastically, "we've gotten ourselves a car. If you want something badly enough it just comes, I guess."
Ginger did not reply, but gave him a long lingering look that she knew would let him know he could do with her exactly what he wanted. And she wanted it too! Her body was flowing with excitement and eagerness. When he wrapped one of his arms around her and brought the other onto her soft thigh she felt her body quiver in a way that electrified her. Both their lips struggled hotly against each other, trying to merge, tongues slipping smoothly against wet skin, mouths wide open and searching. As John's hand moved deeply into her crotch Ginger felt her cunt tingle, and her clit twitch. Her body rubbed hard against his, offering itself to him. The feel of his exploring hands drove her senses into a frenzy, and quickened her breath.
"John," she murmured softly into his ear, "John, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me deeply with your hard prick."
Her explicit need fired John up like a wire full of live current, and he frantically tugged at her dress, struggling with it till it was off, leaving her voluptuous body exposed to him. Rapidly he unhooked her bra, tearing it off her, burying his contorted face into the soft tissue of Ginger's breasts, as she muttered in soft pants, "Oh, fuck me, fuck me. I'm so hot for you. I want you, I want you. I need you inside of me so much. I'm so hot for you. Please do it to me! Please ... please!
Ginger was weak with imminent submission as John peeled her panties off of her, uncovering her bushy mound, the hairs glistening with wetness.
In an instant John had pulled off his own clothing, and his mouth eagerly pressed against the hard buds of Ginger's peaked nipples, his tongue slurping over them, rubbing them, lashing them gently, and his breath streaming over her sensitive skin.
"Oh my God," Ginger moaned, her body a mass of sensations. She was shocked at how quickly she was ready to be fucked and at how desperately her body needed a man's lance surging powerfully inside of her. She had lost control over herself completely, and she made no effort to regain mastery over herself. Exquisite bursts of flame shot through her body as John's avid mouth sucked over her tits with wild uninhibited abandon and savagery. His mouth pulled powerfully at her pointed tits, drawing her into incredible realms of pleasure. She grabbed frantically at John's head, pressing it forcefully into the sponginess of her swelled breasts, holding him close to her, her breath coming in wild pants.
"Suck harder, John," she asked of him in a voice choked with total arousal. "You're driving me mad with your mouth. Your sucking is driving me crazy."
John bit into Ginger's swollen mammaries, and sucked on them for all he was worth, and drew from Ginger a shriek in which pain and pleasure were joined inseparably. Ginger's hot fingers dug cruelly into John's neck as his teeth clamped like a vise around her breasts.
John kneeled up to behold the sex-ridden body beneath him. His eyes were open wide at the sight of the cruel ring of red his teeth had inflicted on Ginger's well-sucked breast. His breathing came in hard savage bursts. He cupped his hand under the swaying length of this tree-trunk of a cock. He smiled widely when he saw Ginger's face go blank with amazement and need at the sight of his red organ. He waved it slightly in the air, teasing her with it. She reached out to grab it, but John swiped at her hand, and her arm slapped against the back seat of the car. John's grin broadened.
"You want my fucking cock, don't you?" he asked, as he looked steamingly at Ginger.
Ginger nodded her head up and down frantically. "Oh yes. I need it so much John," she said, looking at the rigid shaft as if her eyes were tied to it. "I want it," she continued tremulously, her body shivering with need, "I want it. Let me kiss it."
She drew John to her mouth and took hold of his glorious stick, letting it nestle in her careful hands. Her face was on top of it, and her anxious breath spurted over it in hot puffs.
Tearing her eyes away from it she looked up at John. His eyes looked down brutally at her. His breath was like puffs of fire shooting from his flaring nostrils. Ginger was frightened by his cruel and steady gaze. Bewildered and frantic she showered kisses on the enormous cock in her hands. She tongued the huge glans and ran her mouth down the long thick shaft.
Then suddenly she lifted her face from the jerking hungry cock and screamed at John, "Fuck me, fuck me. I want you to fuck me now. Please fuck me now."
She was beside herself with uncontrollable need and desire. She shrieked in a pained voice as John placed his throbbing cock at the entrance of her clutching love-tube and lunged deeply into her, spearing her with his magnificent cock, lunging it furiously into her, charging her with more and more lust.
Stabbing harder and harder into her, John sent his big prick smoothly into Ginger, while she groaned fiercely, clasping at John with her arms. His back was soon a mass of burning red streaks as her nails scraped cruelly over his humped back, urging him on to greater efforts as his slick cock rode smoothly inside Ginger's creamy depths.
Ginger wallowed uncontrollably in the powerful sensations John's prick induced in her cunt, loving the feel of his body as it lunged and rammed into her, sending her closer to the summit of pleasure. She could hardly wait to plunge into the electric and scintillating forces or incredible orgasm, and she wrapped her soft white thighs around John's strong, muscled body in an effort to get her orgasm that much more quickly. Her lusty hips aided John's urgent cock in its efforts to spear her. She felt her vagina throbbing around John's cock, drawing the fire of this orgasm from him, straining to imprison his member in her syrupy depths.
Ginger could feel herself mounting the dangerous summits of her come. She held John locked to her with her thighs, and held him close with her arms. His body was glued to hers. She was gasping in pain and anticipation for the delights that were so tantalizingly near. John was straining like an engine inside of her.
His dick shot into her with blinding speed, abusing her smooth channel, sending spasms of exquisite pleasure into her with brutal force. John's violence and savagery drove her to absolute wildness, and her body thrashed and squirmed under the force of his struggling weight, pounding itself with stunning force against John's muscled body.
Suddenly it happened. Ginger let out a victorious scream as her come began to swell over its last barrier and carry her body away in rapturous nerve-shattering delight and joy. Her cunt sent out its love-liquids, and they flooded her throbbing channel, drowning John's cock, washing over it and lubricating the whole passage. John surged mightily against Ginger, his cock drawing up its milky prize till finally his hot magma shot like a volcanic eruption into Ginger's hole, merging with her own flooding liquids. Ginger felt her body break open completely, and she thought surely she must have been ripped open by the savage force of John's thrusts. But she hardly cared as she groaned mindlessly and delightedly on the billowing and tempestuous waves of her come.
Ginger relaxed against the new wet, sticky leather of the car's back seat. The savage activity of her copulation had exhausted her, and she was content now to simply lie back and let her energy regenerate. John's body rested on top of hers, his breath coming warmly over her wettened skin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Suddenly a harsh voice broke into Ginger's soft post-coital reverie.
"Hey Sam, look at that. That same bitch we passed by before, she and her boy friend have been fucking in our car."
Sam looked in through the open window.
"Well of all the fucking things," he said enraged. In a flash he had opened the door and picked up John's naked and drowsy body and punched it viciously. He held John while Joe, the other man, walloped him cruelly in the stomach. John grunted from the force of the blows. Sam dropped him and let him topple senselessly onto the sidewalk. Tossing his clothing angrily out of the car, they drove off, with Ginger in the back seat, stark naked.
She had only a vague idea of what was going on. She knew she was being driven around, but to where and by whom she had no idea.
One of the men was seated in the back with her. He eyed her with vicious lust. He ran his hands eagerly over her body. Ginger stirred from the feel of it. "You fucking bitch," the man said excitedly as his hands roamed over her, "we'll show you what happens to people who fuck in other people's cars." He squeezed Ginger's rising breasts, and smiled luridly at her. Ginger began to feel frightened, but the touch of the man's longing hands stimulated her without her being able to do anything about it. Her mind was still dazed from her last fuck, and she was exhausted besides.
In a matter of minutes the car came to a halt, and the two men carried her, naked, out of the car and tossed her roughly onto the ground. Ginger could feel the grass beneath her, and saw trees all around, but could hardly say where she was. She heard the men speaking about her not far away. They spoke harshly.
"You wanna take her first, or will you let me do it?" said one.
T wanna do it. I saw her first. I should have first crack at her. I won't use her up. I'll save some for you, don't worry."
The man named Joe came up to her. He was a burly man with thick hairy arms and springy black hair. He undressed quickly in front of Ginger. Ginger became severely afraid as she saw his thick rod hanging in the air, bobbing up and down hungrily at her. Ginger was mesmerized by it, and she clutched at her throat, which was drying up in fear.
"Stay away from me," Ginger called out to him, "stay away from me or I'll scream." She writhed away from him on the grass.
But he came up to her in a rush, and he fell crushingly on top of her, his greedy lips hunting hers out and slamming against her mouth trying to force her to kiss him.
Ginger resisted, pulling her mouth away from his ardent, brutal lips.
"You fucking bitch," he said angrily, cuffing her across the face. Ginger felt the blood spurting inside her mouth. "You cooperate with me or I'll give you a lot worse. You hear?"
Ginger kept silent as the man kissed her face, moving his lips over to her breasts and sucking on them, drawing sensations from Ginger which frightened her with their strength. Her body could not help but feel a spark of pleasure.
The man's hands slipped quickly down to her cunt, fingering her vulval lips for a moment before easing into the wet depths of her cleft. Her hips squirmed with pleasure as the heavy man on top of her fingered her, while his large mouth kissed Ginger's erect breasts.
He was breathing deeply and heavily, his eyes closed as he sucked on the smooth skin of her tits.
Then he rose up and kneeled between Ginger's parted thighs. He took his prick between his fingers. He held it up for Ginger to see, and watched her reaction as blood surged through the veins of it, making it hard and rigid.
Ginger, trembling with fear, placed her hand between her thighs, seeking to bar entry to his thick cock.
The man was enraged. Savagely he lifted Ginger's arm and flung it away with great force, hurting her.
"I'm gonna stick my cock into you and you're gonna love it. It'll make you feel like you've never felt before. You just listen to me. You'll see," he said, his face full of lust.
In a moment he had thrust his hard prick into Ginger's cunt and was slamming into her with all the force and violence he could muster. Ginger groaned beneath him, not trying to escape, since it would not do any good. Despite herself she felt a wave of satisfaction spread through her as the avid fat cock pistoned inside of her. Her cunt was tender from the fuck John had given her, and it was easy now for it to be stimulated again, even if in violence and against her will.
The man kissed her savagely and groaned something fierce as his hot sperm shot into Ginger's vagina. He clutched at her tits mightily, hurtfully, squeezing them oput of shape, making Ginger scream from the pain he inflicted on her.
In a moment his orgasm was over, and abruptly he got up and called to his partner.
"Hey Sam," he said sharply," the bitch is ready for you."
The second man was naked and ready for her. He came up to her and stood for a moment next to her, looking down at the swelling forms of her tits, the hair matted and spread out over the grass, the bushy pad of hair that guarded her cunt.
He smiled briefly at Ginger. "You're some looker," he complimented. In a moment he had placed himself on top of her and was kissing her passionately. Somehow Ginger found herself responding to his ardent need. Her lips answered his own searchings, and their tongues met wetly, gliding over each other, sending a surge of heat through Ginger, arousing her greatly. The naked need in this man's eyes greatly stimulated her. While their tongues explored each other, she took his hand and led it to her cunt, groaning with pleasure when the man started to finger her swelling red, juicy and delicious clit. His finger rotated on it, pressed it, making Ginger heave with want and Ginger heave with want and titillation. Ginger whimpered with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. Her breasts were compressed under the mighty strength of his body, and she felt a shock of excitement in them as he gripped them in his mouth and sucked on them heatedly.
Her wanton body bucked urgently beneath the excited man who stroked her breasts with his tongue. Ginger was wild with passion once again. Her senses left her half dazed with need for intimate union with this man. His hard body smashed, against her smooth soft flesh. She was stunned out of her mind that she wanted this man who was abusing her, taking advantage of her, but again her savage footloose lusts played with her uncaringly. She could not deny that she ached and yearned for him, that her used body screamed to feel the hard fiery lunges of his knowing cock.
Automatically her hand went down the length of the man's body, and her hand seized the fat length of his spear and mashed it, feeling the hardness of that piece of needy muscle. The feel of it and the thought of it made her mind whirl in a torrent of crazed passion and animal heat. The man's breath flowed over her like fire, adding to her own consuming flame. Ginger drew her hand along the length of the massive cock, gently rubbing the area beneath the golf-ball sized head. The man groaned from the sensations of it. Pleased by the effect she had on the man, Ginger continued her exquisite manipulations of his prick, till the man was groaning like a baby with rapture. He clutched at the bobbing tits under him, and licked them all over with his voracious tongue. Ginger was excited to a high pitch.
"Send your shaft into me," she screamed in a contortion of passion. "Send your fucking cock deeply into my soft treasure, kill my vault." She moaned and shrieked on the grass, pleading with the man to ram himself into her.
Her passionate yelping increased incredibly as the man did just that. He sent his sturdy cock right into her wet cunt, and with great vigor he slammed his mighty body against the cupping of her pelvic areas, shoving his tool deeply into her tight and satisfying pipe.
Ginger yelled like a savage, her voice ringing loudly in the air. The man clamped his mouth over hers, muffling her screams, feasting on her wet, luscious lips as he strained to tool her as deeply and as well as he could. His big hands grasped at the globes of her juicy bottom. His nail dug into her flesh, leaving red signposts of his passion on her ass.
Ginger gyrated her hips, working the man's thick cock inside of her, forcing it to give her maximum pleasure. Her pelvis worked in a perfect frenzy of movement, and she twisted and jerked about on the ground like a jumping bean, her tortured body screaming for everlasting release.
"Oh please make me come," she pleaded. "I want it so damn bad. Ineed it so much," she began to cry in desperation. Her cunt clasped around the mart's dick as it moved like a mast in and out of her.
The man worked at a furious pace. His skin was beaded with perspiration as he humped maddeningly over Ginger's throbbing and desperate body. He kissed Ginger's body with animal greed, lapping his tongue all over her without thought. His hips smacked against her female flesh with the violence of a flung rock, hurting her belly, making her flesh tremble from the hammering it received.
Ginger was in a state that approached insanity. Her head rocked furiously from side to side, frantic from the sex inside of her that screamed for orgasm and would not leave her alone, would not give her the rest she needed, but instead drove her mercilessly on the seas of sensuality.
The man let out a groan and Ginger feared he would come before she gave her the satisfaction she had to have now. She couldn't bear the thought of being left frustrated after all the yearning she had been through. She lashed at the man with her hips, her muscles given new strength by her fear of frustration. She tore at the man's back with her sharp nails.
"Make me come, you fucking bastard," she screamed and pleaded both, "make me come or I'll kill you. Give me satisfaction. Bring my come. Make me come. Ohhhh ... " Urged on by the desperate pleadings of the woman beneath him the man drove into her with more violence than he had ever used before in his life. He rammed Ginger like a butcher, hoping to split her open and kill her on the head of his steaming prick. He screamed when he felt the first beads of his love potion inch along his shaft and gather at the head of his organ before spurting forth like a glorious fountain into the wet, hot, creamy canal of Ginger's white-fleshed thighs. He clutched Ginger's luscious body savagely and cruelly, never for a moment stopping the long plunging of his rod into her.
Ginger's face twisted violently as she felt her come wash at last over her, sweeping her along on its great waves as it picked up her body and tossed it every which way, twisting and shaking it, making it tremble and convulse. She felt the warm juices of her cunt flow out of her and sweep over the prick trapped inside her palpitating and clutching cunt, and it felt that she was swimming in liquids, all of them coming from her overfull body. She groaned with the realization that she had a glorious, resplendent come. Gratefully she clutched the body of the tired man on top of her. She closed her eyes in remembrance and participation both of the raptures of her climax.
"Hey, Sam," called the first guy. "Hey, buddy. Let's get a move on. If somebody comes along and finds us with this broad, we're sunk. Come on." He pulled his friend off
Ginger's body, and helped him with his clothing. Together they took off at a clipped pace out of the park and headed for their car, leaving Ginger naked and stranded.
When finally she had shaken off the shattering effects of her come, she regained some sense of what had to be done. She picked herself up, and dressed herself, and walking unsteadily she started out of the park.
CHAPTER NINE
Not far from where she had been assaulted Ginger spied a policeman and with a sigh of relief she ran up to him.
"Officer," she cried out, "I need your help. I've just been raped."
"What!" the policeman asked quickly, "Where, when?"
"Just a few moments ago," Ginger explained breathlessly. "In a clearing not far from here. The men who attacked me left a short while ago.
The officer looked at Ginger's matted hair and at her dress, moist from the dew on the grass. His eyes caught sight of her shapely large breasts, and the widened at that magnificent sight. Ginger could see that he was getting aroused. The policeman was bigger than she was by a good half a foot. He was a strong and imposing man in his dark blue uniform, and he looked down at her with heavy puffs of breath coming from his nostrils.
"Tell me exactly what happened," he demanded.
Ginger was wild with anger. "I was just raped," she screamed. "Now you're asking me to describe the thing to you. What the hell do you think I am? A walking pornography book for you? Do something you idiot! You're a cop. You should be able to do something! What the hell good are you otherwise?" Ginger was in a violent frenzy.
"Were you a virgin?" asked the officer with authority in his voice.
Ginger was cowed by the sound of it. "Well, no, I wasn't a virgin. But what the difference does that make?" she ended hotly.
"All the difference in the world," the officer pointed out. "How do I know you didn't lead them on. You're not a virgin, you know how it feels to get fucked good. How do I know you didn't want these men who raped you to do it? Sex is a pretty powerful urge. It leads people to do strange things." He was looking at
Ginger cruelly. Looking up into his powerful eyes she was afraid.
"Forget the whole thing officer," she said, and started to leave. But suddenly she felt the policeman's strong hand roughly grab for her. The officer gave a quick look around, and finding no one else in the vicinity, he pulled Ginger roughly with him into the bushes.
"Hey," Ginger protested loudly, her arm pained from the pressure of the officer's grip. "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing. Let go of me or I'll scream."
"You scream and I'll clobber your brains out, strip you, screw you, and then arrest you for indecent exposure and attempt to rape." His hand clamped hard and secure against Ginger's mouth, preventing her from uttering a sound, keeping her from making any sort of signal for help.
The officer pulled her to the ground behind a large clump of bushes. "If you promise to act like a good girl and not scream or attempt to escape, I'll let go of you. Otherwise I'll have to bind and gag you." Ginger could tell by looking into his eyes that he meant what he said. She nodded yes. The officer released her..
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, playing innocent.
"What do you think?" the policeman answered, smiling broadly at her, his gaze gluing to her breasts, then tearing away to explore the other points of her marvelous anatomy. "Were you really raped before?" he asked her disbelievingly.
"Of course!" Ginger hissed hotly. "Why should I lie to a cop about that?! !
"Who knows?" he answered slyly. "Maybe you wanted to make me." He laughed at his insinuating statement.
Ginger was frantically exploring her mind for a way to extricate herself from this dilemma. She dug sex, but she did not dug to death by it, and three rapes in one night was a bit much, she thought to herself. Perhaps the cop would listen to reason.
"Look," she began. "Why do you want to rape me? You're married. Maybe you have children. Do you want to spoil that with something so crude and corrupt and dishonest as this, that you would take advantage of me and victimize me?"
"Look, baby," the officer began, harshly, "Let me tell you something. Its tough being a cop, particularly if you dig sex. Ever try keeping law and order while gorgeous chicks are walking all over the place without bras or panties, with all their body showing through their clothing and making you go wild with lust? When I was a kid we never had chicks like that, and baby let me tell you, this ol' peter of mine really felt the need for them. So don't give me shit about wives and kids. My wife's is an ugly hag and my kids are out screwing. So I mean to get every piece of ass I can get a hold of. And right now honey, you're it. Dig?"
Ginger did not want to risk a reply. This guy was as frustrated as the Tantalus of Greek mythology. She decided to play along with him. It would be safer in the long run.
The officer stood next to her, his lust-ridden body towering over Ginger's voluptuous form. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with immense ferociousness, a knockout kiss, his lips slurping gigantically over Ginger's face and lips. She held him to her, smothered by his huge body, feeling the heat of his large and powerful desire, finding herself sparked by it, feeling the fires of desire rekindling in her body. Their lips surged together. The officer pressed against her, his lips aggressive and searching, demanding response from her. She gave it, her mouth opened to accept his tongue as it slipped greedily into her.
The officer's hands wandered strongly over her body, evoking familiar and powerful sensations from it, plunging Ginger down the familiar road to sexual abandon.
The cop tugged at Ginger's dress, and drew it off of her easily. In a flash her other articles of clothing wer off of her too, and she was stark naked before the hulking body of the cop.
His eyes glowed like flashlights in the dark, as he stared at Ginger's attractive and enticing body. He was growing more and more excited as each tense second ticked by. Ginger was stunned and pleased by the total and complete arousal that her body effected in the policeman.
"You're fantastic," he said in a broken, rasping voice, "Absolutely incredible."
Ginger got down on the soft mat of grass while the stockily built officer climbed out of his gear as fast as he could manage.
In an instant he had fallen onto Ginger's body and was planting wild and uncontrolled kisses all over her, covering her flesh with a film of saliva as his mouth slurped frantically, ecstatically over her. Ginger was fired by his direct, naked kisses, and she responded in kind, madly planting her lips over the smooth skin of his face. She wanted him now. A great desire torched through her and made her go mad with lust for the huge powerful body which crushed her.
She took his gigantic, incredibly inflated prick in her hand, and her body quaked at the touch of it. It was so unbelievably large! She could not encompass it with one hand. She groaned at the thought of it. She capped it with her palm and drew her fingers gently up, gaining appreciative moans from the naked cop on top of her. The feel of his hairy thighs against her smooth skin inflamed her mind to new heights of craving and desire. She was maddened by his drive and power.
The officer grasped at Ginger's body brutally, causing her skin to redden. Ginger whimpered under his forceful commandingness. Her body melted into liquid in his strong hands. She wanted his rod to slam into her so much that she couldn't stand it any longer.
Clutching hard at the thick cock in her white hand she shrieked, "Put this in me, copper boy, shove your night stick into me. Kill me with your rod." She mashed the huge organ with her hands.
The officer pulled his prick away from her hand and cupping it in his curved hand he placed the huge staff between the lips of her cunt. Ginger groaned as she felt the first delicate touches of it against her cunt lips.
Suddenly and with unexpected force the horrendous shaft struck into Ginger like a solid bolt of fire, shearing into her creamy tight depths, tearing exquisite sensations from Ginger and making her groan like a madman.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she shrieked anew, the spearing of the man's shaft hiking her up to new heights of pleasure. The officer placed his huge mat of a hand over Ginger's pleasure-stricken mouth and muffled all her screamings. He pumped in and out of her, pummeling his fat long cock into her secret parts, slamming into her with exhilarating force. His mighty hammerings shook her whole body, and left Ginger dazed and out of her senses. His brutality soon had her into her orgasm, and she moaned and twisted and shrieked and spasmed under the oppressive cover of his body, while she felt the hot jet of his come bathe her insides, as he convulsed all over her, himself overpowered by the fearful workings of his come.
The two of them lay spent on the wet grass. They had reached the summit of fulfillment, and it was a while before either of them stirred.
CHAPTER TEN
Ginger did not go to work the following day. Her brain was a witches' cauldron of confusion and bewilderment after what she had gone through the night before. Images of battering, assaulting cocks roamed fiercely through her mind, making her weak and faint. Her body was fluttery with lust and shame. She recalled the savage intercourse she had undergone with the officer of the law, and though she was bitter at times about it, and though she could not condone it, she could not help but feel her body grow excited by the memory of his huge groping hands plundering the curves of her body, and the hungry angry cock that swam and surged inside the deep channel of her cunt.
All day long she paced the cubicle of her living room, obsessed with her shames and lusts, unable to rest or calm down.
How my body uses me, she thought bitterly. How impossible it is to manage the fantastic lusts that make me commit all manner of shameful things. My cunt is like an evil master that forces me to do his bidding, driving me to the brink of exhaustion, driving me to the very brink of life itself, simply to satisfy its overwhelming cravings.
But even as she spoke, Ginger felt the slave-driving cunt between her legs scream for more sex, scream in its need to have a man's thick, throbbing mast pistoning within the circle of its walls. Ginger was growing frantic for a lay. She could not stem the tide of her wants. Her desires overrode all else, and made her do what at this moment almost repelled her.
Donning a gossamer, enticing housedress, she quickly exited her room and knocked on the door of a neighbor's apartment. She was nervous with excitement. She hardly knew what she was doing, and was frightened to even stop and think. For a moment she was stunned to realize that she was driven to have intercourse, that she needed it to the point where she was consumed by it.
"Hello?" said the man's voice, and then, when the door opened, "Oh, Ginger. Its you. Please come in."
Ginger stepped inside, painfully aware of her body performing for the eyes of her neighbor, making his lusts grow till they were as large as her own. Her body acted as if it had a will of its own, yet she did want it to act as it did, enticing this man's eyes, building the fires of desire in his body. She felt her breasts tingle.
"Ronnie," she started unsurely, her voice trembling with the strength of her need, "I just had to come over and talk with you. I was going mad inside my apartment, all alone with no one to talk with." Her eyes looked up at him, as he sat close to her on the couch, communicating to him her need. Demurely she lowered her eyes for a moment, fully aware of how this aroused Ronnie even more.
Ronnie listened carefully, his arm thrown casually over the back of the sofa, touching ever so gently over Ginger's skin. She felt the heat of his body, and her insides sparked with desire. Having his body so close to her, so available to her greedy fingers, made her go mad with need for him.
"I have something to tell you," she started.
"Yes?" he encouraged. "Go on, I'm listening."
"I hardly know how to begin," she said softly. "It's not very pretty." Cunningly she stopped for a moment to let the tension build up before springing the trap on Ronnie. "Yesterday I was raped," she said, drawing out the last word, letting its sound spill out of her mouth like wine, getting Ronnie drunk with the notion of it as her lips curled in a naughty, vampish smile.
"What!" Ronnie cried out in astonishment. His eyes bulged at her, apparently in shock and surprise, but Ginger was certain she could detect the flickering fires of desire in his eyes, and was overjoyed at the prospect of building up those fires till they flared like furnaces out of hell itself. Ronnie was a sitting duck.
"Raped," Ginger repeated enticingly to him, her eyes watching him insinuatingly. She let the material of her flimsy housedress fall from her legs, leaving her creamy white thighs exposed to Ronnie's fired eyes. Ginger could feel her own desperate heed torching like lightning through her as Ronnie's eyes grew incredibly large at the glorious sight of the thin, blue network of veins that ran just beneath the creamy white skin of her thighs.
"Tell me about it," Ronnie directed, his voice choked with desire.
Ginger placed her hand over her crotch, a signpost for Ronnie's eyes, and related the story for him, adding lurid details as her mind changed the story around to suit her fantastic desires, making Ronnie go blind with greed for the cunning mound of sex between Ginger's seductive thighs. Ginger could see Ronnie was going out of his mind as he listened to her, his eyes drinking her in, pillaging her body. She knew how much he wanted her at that moment, but she didn't stop. Not just yet. She went on and on, adding coals to the flame that was consuming Ronnie. Watching him in such distress excited her immensely, and her clit twitched inside of her in anticipation, screaming its message of need. Higher and higher Ginger urged Ronnie's passions till they could no longer be controlled, till they made him go wild with his lusts. Roughly he lunged at Ginger, his mouth covering hers, crushing her welcoming lips, running over them with eagerness. His wet hot tongue flew greedily over her face, slapping against Ginger's active tongue, exploring the cave of her mouth. His hands ran over her melting body, feeling the soft skin of her curves. His fingers felt then-way down the length of her body, slipping easily beneath Ginger's housedress, pressing tightly against her moist mound as her hips slithered inside her panties, responding to the scintillating sensations in her cunt.
"Oh Ronnie," she cried out, her voice breathless and desperate, "I needed that so much. So very much. Hold me tighter. Let me feel your hard strong body pressing against my soft smooth curves. Let me feel my body melt into yours. Make me feel your strength. Be rough with me."
Roused by Ginger's pleadings Ronnie tore more savagely at Ginger's body, his fingers squeezing the luscious mounds of her heaving breasts. His violence made Ginger cry out in rapt pleasure.
"Ohhh," she shrieked at the top of her voice, "I love that. I love my pain."
Her finger ran quickly over Ronnie's manly body, and she clutched at the clothing that kept his skin from her.
"Strip," she called out in anguish, "Strip. You're keeping your beautiful body from me. Strip so I can feel your strong muscles against me. Show me your hard cock."
Frenzied by her lurid desires, Ronnie pulled Ginger's clothing from her, drawing off her bra and panties with blinding speed, and a moment later he himself was as naked as she was.
He looked at her with savagery in his eyes, and Ginger groaned mightily as her eyes riveted to Ronnie's magnificent pole of a cock, the hard staff of muscle pointed at her in throbbing heat. It waved in the air, straining under the force of sheer lust. Ginger almost swooned under the impact of it. Her eyes were opened wide, and her mouth was dry as she gazed at the hovering member, its forest of pubic hair glistening at its base, wet with sweat. She drew it close to her, breathing in its odor as her eyes feasted on the massive staff.
"Gosh," she moaned, and started to cover the shaft and head with frantic and impassioned kisses.
Ronnie grasped her head in his hands, and holding it securely, he slammed his cock into
Ginger's mouth.
Ginger choked from the sudden entry of the thick red hunk of meat. It rammed into her mouth and pushed all the way down her throat till she though it was going to go all the way through her and emerge through her cunt. It felt so incredibly deep in her throat. Automatically her lips clasped around its circumference and she bobbed her head up and down, her lips running wetly along the long shaft. The nib of flesh that was its head rubbed smoothly over her avid tongue. Her tongue wrapped itself around the captive prick and ground against it softly.
Ronnie screamed with pleasure, his face contorted and his teeth clenched. With great force he pushed his manhood into Ginger's greedy mouth. She welcomed his force. Her nose breathed in the smell of his cock, and his pubic hairs slammed up against the smooth white skin of her face.
Ronnie's legs trapped her head between them as he fell on top of her, impassioned and mindless from the glorious sensations that Ginger induced in his large prick. His mouth searched over Ginger's swelled belly, and moving over the springy black pubic hairs that covered her cunt, his mouth kissed the red, slightly parted lips of her vulva. His mouth planted savage kisses all over her forked thighs, making her tremble and feel weak. His tongue slid wetly between the hair-covered lips and caressed the steaming redness beneath.
Ginger was wild with emotion. She felt so hot. Her body seemed so shattered already, so ready to come. Frantically she clutched at the buttocks that moved savagely above her face, and dug her nails into the fatty tissue of them, spurring Ronnie's pelvis to harder, harsher efforts. His crotch pounded into Ginger's face, sending his rod deeply into her mouth and down her throat.
Ginger was half crazed for her come. Her body gyrated mindlessly under the struggling weight of Ronnie's body. She drew his cock with heated sucks into her, drawing out his fire. She wanted it to spurt into her mouth and down her throat. She wanted that sweet come so badly she thought she would die.
She pressed Ronnie's body ever so tightly against her. The feel of his perspiring body straining inside her clasping arms, pummeling her anguished face, excited her beyond telling. Her mouth was sore from the hard swift beating it was receiving as Ronnie's monstrous prick plunged down into her. The hair on his thighs rubbed against her face, maddening her with lust.
Her clit sent spasm of fire all over her, setting off a fire in her body which raged unstoppably. She felt her face would become broken off from the force of Ronnie's beating and ruthless cock. She wanted that to happen. She wanted to be killed by his rod. She wanted to receive its thrashing force into her, feeling it stab her throat. It completely filled her gaping, grasping mouth. Mad with need for her come and for Ronnie's sperm in her mouth, she pounded his back, her fists smashing over Ronnie's hulking body.
Ronnie's tongue flew into Ginger's sopping cunt, sending fire searing through her. Her hips bucked and twitched in response. Over her aching and screaming cunt walls the slippery tongue searched, licking its way into her, groping into her treasure. Spasms of pleasure ran through Ginger's cunt, traveling up to her breasts, filling her whole body.
In a moment Ginger started bucking like a bronco, as her come broke over her and shattered her body with limitless pleasure and anguish. Her lips moved over Ronnie's cock as her body slithered and arched under him, her chin digging into his balls as she thrashed about on the couch in mindless abandon. She could feel her cunt inundated with her sweet love liquid, as it ran like a flood out of her. Suddenly her mouth was flooded too, for Ronnie had come, and his cock jerked vigorously in her mouth as its hot lava spewed into her cave, running hotly down her throat, washing her with waves of sperm.
She felt the cock being drawn from her mouth, and clutched at it with her lips, but out it came, leaving the warm love fluid in her mouth. She felt a terrible anguish, as if a vacuum had suddenly been created inside of her as the fat cock left her, and she moaned. She wanted more. Needed more. She felt she could come again and again, and wanted to desperately.
Suddenly her hopes were answered as she felt an object suddenly being thrust up her ass. The pain at first was excruciating, and she screamed, but in a moment she felt the pain lessen till finally it was replaced by immense pleasure. Slowly what she knew now was a finger went up and down her shit-box, as she groaned from the unaccustomed but incredible feel that raced over her. Her body rocked from side to side as the finger plunged slowly in and then withdrew.
"Oh, that's so heavenly," she mewed, her eyes closed and her face compressed slightly in a strained way.
"Shall I go faster?" Ronnie asked, as his free hand ran over Ginger's body and massaged her erect breasts.
"No," Ginger replied, "I like it slow like that. I like to feel it as it goes into me. It feels so deep. Almost as if its going to crack me open, split me in two. Is so wonderful. And my breasts...."
Ronnie's hungry eyes watched her avidly as she gently undulated her body, completely given over to the feelings that possessed her body. She was oblivious to anything else. He massaged her breast more quickly now, and harder, flicking his fingers over the peaked nipples, pressing them into the mass of her breasts.
Then he shot his finger into her savagely and deeply, and Ginger screamed at the sudden assault. In and out it went frantically as Ginger shrieked.
"I'm coming," she called out. "OH I'M COMING. OHHH..." And she flung herself about on the couch as she was consumed by the cruel and powerful oceans of her orgasm.
It was only after the fearful tossings of her orgasm has subsided and left Ginger in a warm glow of contentment and a suffused feeling of happiness that she opened her eyes. She looked at Ronnie tenderly, noting the avid, excited way that he looked at her.
"It was really nice, Ronnie," she commented softly. "I've never had it up the ass before. I like it a lot."
He smiled and gently closed his hand around her large breast. "You were good. You have a wonderful body."
"My body uses me," Ginger said with a note of resignation in her voice. "It needs sex so badly. It drives my crazy sometimes. I have to have my release. Otherwise I'd fall apart." She cupped Ronnie's balls in her hand and squeezed them gently. "I'm glad I came over here tonight. I liked what you did to me. I needed it." She smiled with a hint of seductiveness. "I'll remember you. Perhaps we can do it again sometime. Soon." They both started to laugh together, and Ginger was content as she felt her breasts rise again, a tingling sensation spreading over her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was at lunch the next day, while Ginger was eating a roast beef sandwich that she again felt the full force of her desires running through her body. Work at the shop that morning had been dull and routine, and nothing happened to break its horribly predictable monotony. The shop even smelled stale, and automatically Ginger's brain began to feed her thoughts of sex and intercourse. Soon such thoughts were completely in the ascendant, and she could think of little else. Tremors ran up and down inside of her as she recalled the breathtaking time she had had the night before with Ronnie. Her body yearned for more of the same. She felt weak with desire.
Now in the luncheonette the full force of her desires hit her like a sledge hammer. She was painfully aware of all the handsome men who sat around her, and her breath quickened as she caught their glances as their eyes darted quickly over the smooth enticing curves of her body. The leg of the man next to her brushed for a moment against her thigh, and she almost fainted at the spasm of desire that shot through her. The man smiled broadly at her. Ginger felt his fingers wandering carefully over her thigh, and she spread her legs wider for him. Her head was in an anguished turmoil. She dared not say a word. It she opened her mouth she was sure she would start to scream and plead for him to send his shaft up into her right then and there. Her body was boiling for him as his curious fingers ran along the inside of her white-skinned thigh and came to rest over her bushy-haired mound, caressing it eagerly through her panty material. Breathing deeply, Ginger brought her hand down and placing it over his, pressed against her mound. Her body stirred. She saw how aroused the man was becoming. His fingers were pressing harder, were squeezing against her throbbing cunt. She could imagine how fat his prick must be. She was probably the first girl he had ever goosed in a public restaurant during the lunch time rush. The idea thrilled her. Ginger looked at the man on the other side of her. His eyes were glued to her cunt. He was watching her with unbelieving eyes. His mouth was gaping. Trying to act nonchalant he edged his hand too onto her thighs, and squeezed her soft flesh.
Ginger was wild from the workings of the two men. She felt faint and though she would drop onto the floor from the force of her desires. She wanted to be fucked so badly! She wanted someone or something to stick its prick or finger or whatever inside of her screaming hot cunt.
"Oh ... " she moaned, and saw that the two men turned to her, afraid she would fall. The guy holding her cunt clutched harder.
"Ohhh ... " Ginger groaned again as they solicitously threw their arms around her back to keep her from falling. She felt their hot hands taking the opportunity to run quickly over her body, creeping avidly over the moist skin of her legs, slipping onto her hungry cunt, driving her angry clit out of its mind. And all this was in broad daylight in a public eating place. It was too much. Ginger thought she would faint. It all felt so good!
She managed to smile somehow, got up, paid at the cash register, and walked out. She was glad when she looked behind her to see one of the men in hot pursuit after her. She wanted a lay so badly.
"How do you do," said the man, grinning at her. I couldn't help but notice you in the luncheonette back there ... "
"Oh sweet fuck ... " thought Ginger to herself. Notice her? He had practically fucked her in plain view of the whole world.
" ... and I thought we might get acquainted. My name's Smith. John Smith."
"My name's Toulaine LaCunt," Ginger replied acidly.
"Is it really?" said the man, hardly breaking stride, "It's a charming name. And it's a charming day. Don't you think? You don't have to answer right away. We can go to my apartment and discuss it. I live right around the corner. I have a dramatic view of the whole city. This way..." he said, his arm swiftly grabbing around Ginger's waist, holding her tightly as he guided her along with him.
For a million dollars Ginger could not figure out why she let herself get dragged along by this guy but despite everything she felt her body tingle, as their bodies bumped together. She felt the hungry looks in his eyes as his gaze swept over her like a heavy blanket, missing nothing. Ginger found herself burning inside, remembering the swift dartings of his hands and fingers back there in the restaurant. Her cunt felt electric, and she felt herself go wet down there. Enticingly she rubbed her breasts against the man's body, feeling him stir at the touch of her.
In no time they were in his bedroom, which was large and sparingly decorated. There was a painting hanging against one wall, showing two people fucking. The bed was placed directly opposite it.
"Splendid view isn't it?" said the man as he allowed one brief look outside before closing the shades.
It was dark in the room now, with only a soft amber glow lighting it. It felt warm and hospitable, and Ginger felt herself become more and more excited. The man's hot breath ran over her like a jet of fire. Her skin tingled, and she felt herself come loose inside.
"You're very beautiful in the dark like this," said the man, his powerful arms enveloping Ginger, his strong fingers kneading her soft skin. She looked up at him, half afraid, half dazed from the desire for him that swept over her. She let her body melt limply against the rippling muscles of his body, and her hands grasped him, and held him tightly.
His demanding lips pressed over Ginger's mouth, and Ginger felt the moist slippage of his face over her. His tongue roamed over hers, thrusting deeply into her mouth. She was bewildered by the power of her kiss and continued it for a thrillingly long time. His hands had wandered down to her ass, and were pulling up at her dress, clutching at the bare thighs beneath. Ginger ground her hips closer to the man's body, feeling the hard contours of his oversized prick. It jumped and jerked at the touch of her, straining to escape from its captivity. Ginger grew weak at the thought of it, as the man's lips slid wetly over her.
Ginger felt her dress being pulled roughly off her, and was powerless to do anything about it. She wanted it off, wanted the man to see the splendid glory of her mammoth breasts as they swelled in anticipation of his savage union with her. Watching his eyes grow large when her panties came off, revealing a jungle of her pubic hairs and the reddened lips beneath, made her want to fuck even more. She felt she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to have something shoving inside of her, drawing the orgasm out of her, making her fall apart from pleasure.
The man pushed her roughly onto the bed, and Ginger sank into its soft mattress. The man's foot kneeled against her body, hurting her belly with unaccustomed force. The man's eyes looked at her with cruelty as he gazed at the naked body beneath him. Ginger began to be afraid. What .would the man do, she wondered? Her excitement was shockingly heightened by the mystery. The man seemed cold, for a moment, as if he wanted to hurt her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Ginger screamed out. "Screw me with your huge prick."
Suddenly the man tore out of his clothes and stood before her naked. Ginger gasped in astonishment at the size of his prick. It was the longest goddam cock she had ever beheld in her whole life. Her body became liquid at the sight of the huge impossible tool as it waved silently at her, waiting to plunge into her depths.
"Shit," Ginger whispered, her mouth dry, her voice soft in astonishment and disbelief. "It's so fucking large. You must be a freak. No cock can be that large and still be for real. I'm getting out of here." She started to rise from the bed, but the man pushed her back violently. He fell on top of her and crushed her with his weight. Ginger felt the form of his prick as it pressed angrily against the cleft of her cunt. She became dizzy from the sensation of it.
"You'll like my prick," the man whispered hoarsely to her as he kissed her hotly. "I'm sure its the longest one you've ever seen. But you should be glad. It'll give you the best fuck you've ever experienced."
"You can't put that thing into me," Ginger pleaded. "It'll kill me for sure. I'm not big enough for it. It'll rip me apart. I know it will."
Ginger was frightened, but she felt herself fast losing control of her actions as the man's mouth moved to her breasts and began to suck savagely over the nipples, as his hand spread itself over her heaving body and lodged itself in the fork of her thighs, slipping expertly between her moist and eager vulva lips.
Ginger groaned with mounting excitement as the man's long slick finger toyed with her budding clit, rotating over it, teasing it with wild bewildering sensations.
"Oh I love that," she said, as his hands rubbed it. "I love the way you rub my clit."
The man's finger found its way to Ginger's vaginal hole, and pressed the red, moist area around it, making Ginger mew with delight.
"I'm going to go into you now," said the man.
"No, no you mustn't," Ginger called out in anguish.
"But you want a cock don't you? You want a big cock plunging into your depths, don't you?"
"No, no," Ginger cried out, tossing about in agony.
"I can't believe that. Of course you want a big hungry cock inside of you. You're no virgin. You know how much you love to fuck. You know how much you need big cocks inside of you."
Ginger did know. She was out of her mind with fright and desire. Before she knew it she was begging the man to force his mammoth cock into her cunt, to kill her with it, to let her die in orgasm.
Suddenly the unbelievably long cock was going into her, and Ginger clutched at the sheets of the mattress as the spear entered her.
"Ahhhh ... " she screamed, "it hurts me, it's going too deep, I can feel the blood."
But the man held Ginger tightly against the mattress, and she could do nothing to stop the assault into her depths. It seemed forever before the prick was fully inside of her, and the, ever so slowly it started on the journey back.
"Do you like it like that," asked the man, "or do you want it faster?"
Ginger did not reply. She was groaning from pleasure. The long cock was driving her mad with delight. Her body was a mass of bewildering sensations, sensations that were driving her to madness. She felt as if she had been cut open, and it felt so great to feel like that. She wanted to have the man's cock forcing itself into her like that forever.
"Faster, do it faster now," Ginger begged, and the cock rammed into her violently. Ginger gyrated her ample hips beneath the man's pumping hips, and her own hips bucked up to meet the man's angry smashes against her, driving the cock deeply into her treasure, making it probe her and make her go wild. The man's balls slapped against her vulva, his sac tight and hard, and she thrilled to the feel of it.
She was groaning and tossing and pitching wildly on the bed completely lost in the sensuousness of the man's pounding cock. She was delirious from it, she loved it. Her legs wrapped around the man's torso, drawing him close, making his cock punch its way more deeply inside her.
When her come came, Ginger was shattered by it. She screamed mightily, and thrashed like a seal against the body of her possessor, slamming her fists mindlessly into his body, drunk with the delight he had given her. Her love juice poured from her like an ocean, covering the thrusting rod in her cunt. Then the man came, and his hot lava traveled the length of his prick, and flew strongly down her channel, sending his sperm deeply into her. The man shrieked on top of Ginger, grasping her violently, digging his fingers into her, holding her impossibly close to him.
Ginger and the man had both come, and it was beautiful. They held each other in their arms, caressing each other. Ginger marveled again and again at the long delicious prick which lay limply against the smooth white skin of her thighs. She touched it with her fingers, then she covered it with kisses, admiring it.
"It won't grow rigid," she said, looking at the man.
"It's been given quite a workout," he said, drawing Ginger to him and cupping her breasts in his large hands. "Why don't we give it a chance to rest. Cocks aren't like cunts. Your cunt can go on forever with no rest at all. But my cock has to lay up for a while before it can lay a cunt, a second or third time."
Ginger smiled at the man's wisdom. She gave him a thrilling kiss, while her deft fingers found their way persistently to the man's deflating cock. She grasped it and started to press.
"Oh look," she cried out in joy, and when they looked down at the huge member, lo and behold it was growing rigid.
"Well, I'll be a fucking cock sucker," the man said in amazement as the tool between his thighs grew to momentous size. Ginger watched like a child. Her mouth was open, amazed, overtaken by wonder at the size of the monstrous prick before her. She pushed it with her finger and it moved, pointing at her and jerking in the air.
In a moment the huge tool was in her greedy little hands, and she inserted it inside her cunt, pulling the man with it and again they were slamming furiously at each other, just as they had before, and Ginger was moaning at the wonderful delights she was experiencing because of this unusual and magnificent cock.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ginger went to the man's apartment again that evening. She had thought of nothing other than his huge cock and the wonderful feelings he had given her all the rest of the day. She had even been curt with all the customers that had come into the store. She couldn't wait to go back to the strange and mysterious man who had rammed her so thoroughly just hours before.
They fucked all that evening and well into the night. Ginger felt as she had never felt before. Here at last was a man whose sexual urges were at least as powerful as her own. His rod thrust for pussy as strongly as her own cunt had needed a man's prick. It was glorious to be with him, and they spent many happy hours together.
They met each night of the week, and battled against each other on the man's mattress, till they were exhausted, and had to rest. And when they had regained their strength they went at it again, with renewed strength and vigor. Ginger was wild with delight and satisfaction. Her body was being pleased as it never had been before.
When the weekend came John Smith took her to the beach. Ginger was eager for it. She wanted to get some color in her skin, and wondered how it would feel if she got sunburned and then made love. It would hurt her, but John's body would not be denied. Nor would her screaming cunt. Would she find it more pleasurable to have his every eager caress hurt her skin, to seal it with pain? The thought of it made her hungry for the experience. She wanted to find out. And she felt that with John she would. He was not like many other men she'd known. He was avid for sex. He lived for it. He could afford to, for as she quickly found out, he was quite rich. Things were really working out quite nicely for her, Ginger thought contentedly.
They went to Laguna beach. It thankfully was not crowded, though the day was beautiful and the sun scorching. The day was perfect for swimming.
Ginger and John spent some time in the water. John was a good swimmer, and he would swim underwater and glide right through Ginger's legs, making her tingle all over with excitement.
"Stop that," she would protest, but he clutched at her all the harder, and Ginger love' every second of it. Her body was awash with sexual need, and she found it pleasurable to deny herself satisfaction for the present. That way her come would be all the more powerful when John did finally fuck her.
They left the water and strode back to their towels on the sand. They lay peacefully together, their bodies touching softly. Ginger was excited by the nonchalant way in which John ignored her. He took her for granted, something other men had never done before. That made her hot for him. She wanted to see the lust on his face, the lust that her body made grow in him. She brushed her tits against him and watched as his prick started to grow rigid.
"Your cock's getting larger, John, darling. Do you feel it?"
"Yes," he said in a slightly strained voice. "Keep quiet. We'll fuck later on. Not now. You said you wanted to get some sun. Well lie back and soak it in. Let's save the sex for later, shall we?"
Ginger lay back quietly, admiring the commanding but understanding way in which John spoke to her. Nevertheless, she threw her arm over John's body, and let her fingers trail enticingly over his skin.
Not far from her a couple were making out on the sand. Ginger watched, her own excitement mounting impossibly as the two bodies tore eagerly at each other in plain view of everyone. Her clit was twitching madly. She tried to ignore it, but that was hardly possible. She looked longingly at John's huge erect cock, held back against his belly by the tight trunks he wore, and her mouth went dry with want.
She looked again at the couple. The boy had slipped his hand beneath the girl's bra-cups and was kneading her breasts. The girl pulled him possessively to her, one of her legs wrapped lingeringly around the boy's thighs. Ginger was mad with excitement as she watched the two bodies glide over each other. Her own breasts felt so swollen and tingly. They pressed hurtfully against her bikini. She wanted John to fuck her now. Everything in her body called for it, yearned for it, till she was mad and out of her mind for it.
"John, I need it now, I have to have you in me now," she panted, pleading with him. Her eyes roamed over his browning body.
"Later," John said, almost without interest, making Ginger go crazy with need.
When finally they were back at Johns, Ginger was insane with desire for him.
She stripped off her bikini and screamed at him, "Fuck me you lousy stud. I know you want me. You're torturing me. Send your freak cock into me. Fuck me."
"The man's eyes bulged at Ginger's swollen breasts swaying in the air. Ginger looked at him hungrily and then she clutched at him, kissing him madly.
At the mention of the word freak, the man went mad, and he clutched savagely at Ginger's huge breasts, hurting her with the force of his grip. She screamed but this seemed to urge the man on to even greater force. His hands quickly fell to Ginger's behind, and he dug into the fatty tissue, clawing into her. With one hand he made his way to her naked cunt, and he pressed hard against it.
"Ohh," Ginger groaned in masochistic pleasure, "Kill me, rake my sweet cunt. Ravish it with your fucking cock."
The man threw her to the. floor and quickly mounted her after tearing off his swimming trunks. In a moment he was inside of her, his long cock ramming her with longing powerful strokes. Ginger was beside herself with delight at the savagery of his punches into her.
"You lousy cunt," John spat at her. He rammed into her furiously.
"I want it," Ginger urged, frantic with lust. Throwing her arms around him she caressed his back roughly, and worked one hand down to his cock, and took his balls in her hand.
"Go ahead, pummel me hard, you bastard," she groaned, while her hand pressed his balls. The feel of his tight sac made her body shiver, and the violence of his thrusting made her body twist and shake with pleasure and torture.
Her vagina sent out its secretions, and in a moment she broke into her come, tossing like a serpent while John's prick plunged massively into her still. His wild orgasm merged with hers, and they tossed together on the carpeted floor, clutching each other hard and tightly.
Ginger loved the hard manner with which John had just taken her. She had never before realized that she enjoyed to be roughly treated. The hard pummelhngs of his hips against her smooth flesh made her shiver with excitement. She loved to have John treat her like a whore. She wanted to be his whore, his harlot. She wanted to be servant to his cock.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Oh fuck, that hurts," Ginger cried out in anguish. Her cheek was red from the slap John had given her.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. Ginger could see that he was afraid he might be overdoing it. But she wanted to feel the pain of his thrashing. It made her body tremble with desire. It was as if she were paying for the intense pleasure his cock would give her in a short while.
"No," she cried out, her voice weak from the beating she had already received. "No don't stop just yet. Hit me some more. Then fuck me. I want to feel that you're overpowering me, that you're making me do what you want."
John's hand whipped through the air and fell on Ginger's behind, making it red. Ginger groaned from the blow, writhing on the mattress. Again and again John lashed her. He was panting from his exertion. Only after Ginger gave a particularly horrible scream did he stop.
He fell on the abused body and drowned it in wet, hot kisses, his lips moving madly over the reddened skin. Ginger wrapped her arms around John and held him close to her, glorying in his avid embraces and his demanding kisses.
"Love my body," she cried out, "Love it, love it. I need you to make love to me."
Ginger was breathless and panting. She groaned as John slipped his finger between the glistening lips of her cunt and began to fuck her desperately. She needed his rod inside of her.
"Do you love to fuck me?" she asked him, her eyes closed in anguish. There was a pathetic strain to her voice, as though she would die if she did not receive reassurance.
"Yes," John replied harshly, excited by her agony. "Yes, I love to fuck you."
"Say it again," she pleaded. "Tell me you love to stick yourself inside my cunt. Tell me you need me."
John pressed his hands against the swollen tits which a moment ago he had hit cruelly with his hands. They heaved heavily in the air. He sucked on them vigorously, while Ginger moaned at the pleasure of it. She wrapped her legs around John's torso, loving the feel of his rigid, muscular body against the smooth white soft expanse of her thighs. She locked her legs around him and held him tight. She needed him so much already, and feeling him working his hands madly over her body, pressing her powerfully, fingering her red clit, made her need him even more. She felt she would burst.
"Oh John," she groaned mindlessly.
She had never known such delight as he had made her feel. His cock was a surging wonder. She adored it, loved it, would have kissed it forever if she could. Her hand reached down for the miraculous weapon, and grabbing it, she held in her palm for a moment a blood surging cock throbbing for her.
She ran her fingers deliciously along its length, glorying in the appreciative groans she won from John, as he felt her fingers slide over the creamy, smooth shaft.
"Is that good?" she asked.
All John could do was grunt. He buried his face in Ginger's breasts, and tongued the swelling mountains, pushing his face hard and deeply against them, making Ginger go mad.
"You hurt me so much before, and now you're making love to me. Ohh ... " Ginger mumbled.
More and more quickly Ginger's fingers moved over John's big prick. Touching the meat on top she felt the milky beads of liquid forming there, and this made her want him more than ever.
She pulled the big cock to her cunt, and rubbed it against the parted lips of her vulva, groaning.
"Ahhh ... " she moaned, her head tossing from side to side on the bed. She brought one hand around John's neck and raked her fingers through his hair.
"Go into me now, John dear. I need your shaft in me now."
She continued to tease herself, brushing John's prick against the swollen red lips of her cunt, driving herself to higher peaks of excitement. It was glorious to have a prick in her hand so that she could send it into herself whenever she needed it, she thought.
Suddenly the monstrous shaft slipped out of her hands as John slid down her body. He stopped when his face was buried between her thighs. His tongue flicked eagerly over the sopping flaps of red skin. He drank in all the liquids there, his creamy moist tongue running over Ginger's privates with abandon, pushing her almost the brink of orgasm.
"I need it so much now," she whimpered. Her hips swayed from side to side, moved by Ginger's eagerness.
John's tongue continued to explore her vulva for a moment more, then he was on his knees before her, his heavy cock nestled in his hands. He looked hungrily at Ginger.
Ginger's eyes were half dazed with need, but she moaned when she saw the huge tool in John's hand, pointing at her.
John smiled broadly at her. "You want it?" he teased. He was fingering himself slightly.
"Oh shit. Don't play with me like that," Ginger screamed. "Put your hunk of meat into me. Give me what I want. What I need." She was in terrible anguish, and she felt tears rolling down her cheeks.
She shrieked as John's cock plunged furiously into her, quickly surging down her cunt, sliding like a snake into her liquid depths.
"Do it fast this time. I want to come fast. I'm almost there now. I only need a little shove to make me come."
John's rod rammed into her savagely, with such force that Ginger thought she would break. She loved it. Her face was clenched tightly. She rotated her hips, moving the cock inside of her.
"That's nice, perfect," she moaned, as John's hips nestled into hers for a brief moment, his cock rubbing around the walls of her cunt, and then quickly slid out again.
Ginger was wild with excitement. Her hands slid over John's body and caressed his surging hips, urging him on to greater efforts. His breathing was labored, and Ginger thrilled to it as it came in a hot stream over her body. John's mouth was sucking at her breasts violently, drawing the swollen puddles of tissue into him.
Ginger felt herself growing wet down in her cunt. John's driving cock was pushing her to madness. She felt ready to burst. She clutched at his body, anguished. Then she felt it coming, her orgasm was coming.
Her hands pressed harder against John's body, caressing him more savagely. "Harder, Johnny boy, harder. Fuck me harder," she ordered. She pulled and heaved on him, her legs circling him and sending his prick more deeply into him. Her cunt palpitated around his cock, closed around it, held it within its walls.
Suddenly all hell broke loose. Ginger was swimming on seas of passion. She screamed and rolled around on the mattress. Her hands dug into John's skin as he pummeled her, his savage hips smashing into the soft white flesh beneath him. She strained to reach his orgasm as Ginger swayed and bucked beneath him. Suddenly he reached the apex of delight as his hot jet of thick come squirted hissingly into Ginger's greedy cunt. He dug his fingers into her heaving breasts, and she screamed more fiercely from the pain. Tortured by the pain, dizzy from her surging come, Ginger was in an exquisite state of emotional bewilderment. Mindlessly she pitched about on the bed, thrown about by the come that she sought, the come that she lived for.
The come that was hers at last.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was too good to last. John was leaving for the week, on business, he said to Ginger, and though he promised to be back in town the next weekend, Ginger found herself awake on Monday morning with a routine day on her hands, and the prospects not that much better for the rest of the week.
By mid-afternoon Ginger was ready to crack up. Her body was driving her insane. She would not have made a bet that she could last the week, when she could again fall into the embraces of long-pricked John. Compulsively, she stared out of the storefront window, gazing longingly at each and ever man that passed by. Later on that night there would be Frank to go to. He wouldn't let her down. Her body shivered with longing as she recalled the hungry shafting she had received at his hands. He was good for an interesting night. Not as good as John Smith, but good enough to make her go wild. Gin, good or bad-it made no difference as long as it got you drunk.
"Isn't the heat terrible?" Marlene's voice cut through the silence like an oppressive and blunt knife. Fuck, Ginger thought, why doesn't she disappear, just get drawn into a fourth spatial dimension? She was positively repulsive.
"How's your sex life?" Ginger asked archly. She bristled for an argument.
"I don't discuss such matters lightly," the future old maid minced.
"It's not difficult to see why," was Ginger's tart reply.
A few minutes before five a man walked into the store. Ginger looked him over, and liked what she saw. And she could tell he dug her, too. His eyes roamed all over her, and from the eagerness with which they explored her every curve Ginger didn't doubt that they could see behind her too, glorying at the sight of her tempting ass.
"Can I do something for you?" Ginger asked in a most enticing way. She tried to pack as much sex into her voice as possible, loading it with all the famished desires of the last nine hours.
"I don't doubt that you could," he said, smiling broadly. From the way he looked at her, Ginger could see the word FUCK written all over his eager face. She laughed insinuatingly, dipping a little to pick up something, and to allow him a panoramic view of her mammary landscape. He drank deeply of the breathtaking offering. Ginger felt herself getting hot for him. She hadn't had a man with her for more hours than was good for her metabolism. Her sex needed constant stimulation. At last she was getting it again. Her gaze fell to the man's crotch, and without touching it she caressed the swelling tool hidden behind the man's pants. Ginger licked her lips and looked up at the man with a smile that let him know that she wanted his cock just exactly as much as he wanted her lovely wet cunt.
"You're Ginger, I'll bet," said the man brightly.
"How did you know?" said Ginger, charmed by the man's clairvoyance.
"Mike told me about you. I decided to look you up."
Ginger laughed enticingly. "You mean look me over, don't you?" She was making it real easy. The man's mouth was watering. That what I want, Ginger thought to herself. An ardent, eager, sexually aggressive heterosexual male. What could be better for a sex-starved cock lover like me?
Though she might not have done it ordinarily, now she was hot for a man's cock between her legs, and brazenly she walked up to the man, whose name was Ed and gave him a kiss enticingly.
Ginger felt her body stir as she saw him panting for her, his eyes like disks as they looked deeply into the cleft of her breasts. "Fuck," he muttered in praise, and impetuously he threw his arms around Ginger, pressing his lips crushingly against her mouth, deep kissing her, both their tongues joining, dancing together, making Ginger grow red hot with excitement. She was not giving any pecking kiss now. She was giving it her all. Her body pressed deeply against the man's hard body, her breasts crushed against his body, firing him. He ran his hands all over her achingly aroused body, grasping the globes of her ass, pulling at the knitted material that covered them. Ginger was wearing no underwear. The man found that out. His hands roamed over Ginger's curves making her body thrill to his touch.
"Shit, what are you doing?" squawked Marlene, her hand coming to her mouth in a gesture of overwhelmed surprise. She continued to rant and rave, her eyes wide open, stuck onto the embraces of Ginger and Ed as though they were glued to them.
Ginger became aroused by the frantic fanaticism of old maid Marlene. She tore her lips from the kiss she was getting and turned on Marlene.
"Shut up you old bitch," she shrieked at her in full anger.
"I'm not old, piped Marlene, "I'm twenty-seven. And I'm not a bitch. You," she shrieked back to Ginger, "you're the bitch, you whore you, you cheap tart you..."
Ginger was bursting with sex and fury. She raced madly for Marlene, and pinned her to the floor in an instant. She slapped at her face hard.
Marlene screamed, and Ginger covered her mouth with her hand and with her other she hiked up Marlene's dress.
With an evil smile on her face, she said, "You're gonna get yours honey." Turning to Ed, who was watching the whole spectacle with growing excitement and fascination, she called to him, "Come on, Ed honey, come get your pussy."
Eagerly Ed came over to the two women positioned on the floor. Ginger watched him as he quickly undid his pants. Her lusts consumed her as she watched him pull down his pants and expose his savage cock. It gleamed in the air, throbbing like an engine, hot for cunt. Ginger almost wanted to let screaming Marlene free, and claim the thirsting prick for her own satisfaction. Her body was tingling strangely, and she wanted to be fucked. But she figured, what the hell, Marlene has it coming for being so bitchy to me all the time, and it would be a real mind-blower to see her digging a man's cock in front of my eyes.
Mariene was open-mouthed at the sight of Ed's huge tool. She was gasping and panting. Her breasts heaved. Ginger's lusts grew watching her.
"You want that huge cock, don't you, Marlene?" she asked in a sweet voice. She held Marlene's white arms firmly against the floor, so that she couldn't move. Marlene's breasts were heaving beneath her dress.
Ed kneeled in front of Marlene and ran his fingers along her white, smooth thighs. Marlene tried to keep them close together. Ed took advantage of this to swiftly remove Marlene's panties. She tried to scream, but Ed stuffed the silky material down her throat. He watched with cruel lust in his eyes as Marlene grew bug-eyed at the sight of his cock so close to her exposed cunt.
In a moment his fingers had run softly over the springy black pubic hairs that covered her love tube, and then he parted the lips, exposing thier red, moist underside. He fingered Marlene's clit as Ginger watched over both of them.
"Do you like it, Marlene?" she asked. "I'm sure you do. Ed-likes to finger your clit. He-likes to make you want to come so badly you'd give your life for something or someone to toss you off. You'll like it a lot when he sends his cock into you."
Marlene's face was full of anguish. Tears were rolling down her eyes. She was panting as Ed fingered her. Marlene's hip tossed about. Ed's free hand roamed the huge white expanse of her thighs, making her body tremble with delight. Liquids spewed out of Marlene's cunt as if she were a river. Lust had completely overtaken Ed. His eyes were flaring at the pubic spectacle beneath him. His nostrils were thrown wide open. His breath came in short puffs. In a moment he had plunged himself into Marlene's creamy depths. In and out he went, his angry rod slamming into her, drawing out again, plunging back in. Over and over he pumped her while clasping her tight., Marlene's body was a tornado beneath him. She twisted and squirmed and tossed as he jammed himself into her. She wrapped her smooth legs around the man above her. She held him tight, drawing him deeper inside her.
Ginger let her go, and took the panties out of Marlene's mouth.
"Fuck me, you cock, fuck me into heaven," Marlene screamed in abandon.
Ed was urged to more forceful efforts by this and he slugged his cock into her with amazing force, his balls slapping up against Marlene's immense vulva, his pubic hairs merging with hers as their bodies met. Both were panting. Ginger was wild watching them.
The two people on the floor shrieked as they came almost simultaneously, and Ginger couldn't take it any more. She was crazy for a fuck. Ed would be no good to her now. Frantically she picked up her purse and left the store as the two bodies clutched at each other in the madness of their orgasms.
"Frank," she said, calling from the nearest available phone booth, "Frank, meet me at my place, please." She was anxious as hell.
"Something important?" Frank asked.
"Incredibly important. I haven't had a fuck in almost a day ... I'm out of my mind for it. And I just saw two people going at it and it completely shattered me. Oh Frank, you've got to help. I'm counting on you." Ginger sounded as helpless as she felt.
"I'll be right there," said Frank, and he hung up.
Not long after that, Frank arrived at her apartment, and Ginger hurried him in, and wrapped her arms thankfully around his ardent body. They kissed deeply, Ginger already fired explosively, needing his loving so badly she could have cried. Their mouths opened easily to admit full play to their exploring tongues. Ginger felt shivers of ecstasy torching through her needing body. She pressed against Frank, grinding her hips into his pelvis, thrilling to the fantastic size of his tumescent cock. She couldn't wait till he was pushing it into her pussy, giving her the pleasure that she craved. She melted in his arms, moulding her body to his, going wild at the strength of his embrace, and at the power of his groping fingers.
Frank's hands traveled down to Ginger's hips, and he gripped her ass in his strong hands.
Ginger pulled her mouth away from Frank's kiss. "Oh, I want you to fuck me so bad. I need it. Come with me," she said in anguish. She took Frank's hands and led him quickly to the bedroom.
She started to undress, and in a second she was naked as a bird. Frank watched her with avid attention as he pulled his own clothes off. Ginger's breasts swelled, and the impudent nipples hardened on top of them, pointing at him proudly. His cock stiffened at the glorious sight.
In a moment they were wrestling savagely with each other in bed, tossing and pulling at each other, kissing every conceivable part of their bodies. Ginger took Frank's prick in her hands. It felt like fire in her palm, and in a moment she was kissing it madly, wantonly, with complete abandon. Frank covered her face with his hips, trapping her head between his thighs, and twisted around to gobble up her cunt.
Ginger's partly spread lips glistened with sweat and vulva fluids. Frank's mouth went dry looking at them. He licked his tongue over them, feeling the springy pubic hairs as his tongue passed over them. Easily he parted the lips fully, and dove into the wet red mush beneath them, licking everything in sight. Tremors of pleasure went searing through Ginger's body as Frank's face grazed against the skin of her thighs. His tongue did crazy things in her vulva, and her body tingled uncontrollably. She was wild for him. Her hips spasmed, but Frank held them down while his tongue slurped all over her moist treasure.
Ginger was nodding her head up and down Frank's huge tool when suddenly he twisted his body and drew his cock out of her. In a moment he had stuffed the wetted tool into the hot grasping depths of Ginger's cunt, and Ginger now found Frank's tongue sliding into her mouth. She groaned as his tool speared thrillingly inside her cunt. She loved it so much. With each thrust and pummeling she wanted it more and more. Her desires and lusts grew to uncontrollable proportions. Her insides were seething with confusing sensations.
In and out Frank's cock went, and in and out his tongue went inside her mouth. Ginger felt incredible. Her body was completely limp, open to anything and everything. If only there was something up her ass. She was melting under Frank's treatment. It devastated her. His cock ran into her deeper and deeper, and in answer to its searchings she gyrated her hips, rotating the cock inside of her.
Frank's avid mouth moved to her neck and down to Ginger's breasts, and tongued the hard nipples. Ginger groaned in ecstasy. She was wild with excitement.
"I love that," she moaned and mumbled, "I love what you're doing to me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me. Fuck me."
She was lost completely in the storm of her passions. Her arms raked cruelly over Frank's body driving him to harder efforts, greater assaults on her sweaty body. The springs of the bed creaked as if the whole bed would fall apart completely any moment. But Ginger was unaware of this, as she moaned excitedly, torturedly. She wanted to come so badly. She was aching for it. Ginger reached over and grasped the globes of Frank's ass, pulling apart the two halves with all the strength she had in her. In response, Frank dug his fingers violently into the flesh at the base of her breasts. Ginger moaned from the pain that ran through her, but she did not lessen the force of her grip on Frank's ass. She increased it, making him go wild, making him rake his fingers ruthlessly at her breasts, biting into the surging mounds as his cock fucked her cunt.
The pain she felt was intense. Almost as intense as the pleasure that sparked through her. She wanted to have these feelings go on and on. She wanted to be fucked like this forever.
Suddenly she let out an incredible shriek, and she knew that her orgasm was upon her. It swelled inside her body and broke like a fantastic wave, making her moan fiercely and to toss about in complete wantonness. Frank's tool worked ruthlessly inside Ginger's cunt, surging in and out, flooded with the liquids that flowed out of Ginger's tube. Ginger's hips engulfed Frank, and he rolled about on top of her, his fingers digging into her squirming body while his cock pumped into her. At last the hot jet of his lava spewed out of his tool, covering the walls of Ginger's channel, and he gripped her fiercely as his come swept over him, sending him into ecstasy. Ginger moaned mindlessly beneath When it was over, Ginger felt intensely pleased. "I needed that a lot, Frank. I was going out of my mind for it," she said softly, her eyes looking gratefully at Frank. Her fingers trailed over his cock as it lay hmply against her thigh, wet with her juices and his own come. Her body tingled as she fingered it.
"Frank," she started again, "don't leave me alone tonight. I love it when you hammer your cock into my sweet treasure, and I don't know if I'd be able to take being without your cock till tomorrow. Today, I held Marlene down while a man plunged his peter into her." She bit her lips and her eyes gazed in a half-dazed way at Frank's limp tool. "I was half out of my mind watching them. Marlene loved it. My body was driving me crazy."
Ginger sighed deeply as Frank said, "I'll stay with you tonight," and his hand circled her tit and squeezed it gently.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ginger and Frank went at it again later that night, and again before Ginger went to work the next morning. Ginger felt ecstatic all morning, the afterglow of her orgasm. Frank had fucked her in fine style. He was a real ram-rodder.
Ginger whisked through the work at the store, her thoughts focused on the fine nights she would spend with Frank, or someone else, during the week, and then the great nights she would spend with John Smith over the weekend.
Marlene was a hundred times friendlier and more compassionate than ever before. All she could talk about was Ed's cock, and how wonderful it felt when he had rammed her in the store, and again later that night in her apartment. She was practically somersaulting through the room with delight. In an unprecedented display of generosity, Marlene promised to let Ed fuck Ginger, if he wanted to. After all, she reasoned, without Ginger's invaluable aid, they would never had met.
Quite true, thought Ginger, and thanked her.
When Ed came to the store near closing time, Marlene told him what she had promised, and Ed did not seem at all discomforted by this sudden obligation.
"All obligations are opportunities in disguise," he said sagely.
In a moment he had taken Ginger to the back room. He held her in his arms a moment, letting his eyes feast on the voluptuous curves of her body, letting his fingers sink into her soft flesh. Ginger felt excited by him, and she felt her tits swell, and her nipples surge out.
Their two mouths met wetly, lips sliding over each other, tongues dancing into each other's eager mouths. Ed pulled at Ginger's dress, his fingers slipping easily beneath it, tearing it off of her, freeing her body. She helped him, and in a moment she stood naked before him, breathing hard from her overwhelming need for him. Her eager hands unbuckled his belt, popped the snap of his pants, and ran the zipper down. Quickly she pulled down his pants, and then his briefs, gasping at his huge prick. It sprang out of its prison like a switchblade, and Ginger took it in her greedy hands. She gazed at it longingly for a moment, then ran her swift fingers down its length, scratching at the pubic hairs at its base. With blinding speed she fell to her knees, and her mouth was on the huge tool, covering it with frantic kisses. She moaned, smelling its odor, lapping her tongue over the huge dick. She felt herself grow weak inside. She loved that fat cock so much. Her tongue licked up the pearly beads of semen that accumulated the top of it, and hot with desire, she plunged the jerking staff into her mouth, drawing it deeply into her cave.
Caressingly her lips wrapped around its circumference, holding it tight, and she bobbed her head eagerly along its length. Her mouth ran smoothly and quickly over it. Ginger was going crazy from the feel of it. Her fingers clutched at Ed's tight sac, and she massaged his balls. Ed moaned, and pushed his hips against Ginger's eager mouth, driving his cock deeply into her, forcing it down her throat. Ginger's eyes were closed in anguish and pleasure. Her mouth moved incredibly fast over the throbbing cock, and her tongue pressed against the silken member tightly.
Suddenly Ginger's mouth was full of sweet come. The hot lava shot out of Ed's cock with the force of a geyser, washing over Ginger's mouth, spurting down her throat. Ed moaned, his hands holding Ginger's face snug against his crotch, while he enjoyed his orgasm, Ginger's face nestled deeply in his thighs, and her smooth skin rubbed against his hairy, wet thighs.
Ed pulled his cock out of Ginger's mouth, and Ginger swallowed the love juice in her mouth. She licked her lips, searching with her tongue for every drop of the sweet liquid come.
Ed kneeled beside her and their mouths met again, more savagely than before. Ginger was out of her senses with sex. She wanted to feel the wet cock shooting into her channel, surging into her cunt. Her tongue groped over Ed's face, licking him with his own come.
"Fuck me Ed," she screamed, impassioned, "fuck me like you fucked Marlene. Send your rod into my cunt. It's screaming for you. My cunt's screaming for you."
She hadn't even finished before Ed had mounted her, and had forced his cock deeply into her grasping, palpitating cunt. Her tube held Ed's cock tightly as it pistoned inside of her.
Ginger moaned and squealed with intense pleasure.
"It's what I want," she screamed, "it's what I want. Harder, fuck me harder."
Her hands were massaging Frank's straining body with great force and vigorousness. The feel of his hard rigid body moving against her, made her mad with delight and excitement. She wanted him more than ever. She was crazy for his cock. Her hips ground against his crotch, working his tool around inside of her, using it to the utmost, getting every inch of pleasure from the angry red member. Her body spasmed. Her hips rocked from side to side. She was sweaty and hot, hot for her orgasm, hot for the surging cock inside her to kill her with pleasure.
"Harder, Ed," she pleaded, beside herself with need, "tool me harder."
Again and again the sliding cock smashed into the creamy depths of Ginger's body. And with each thrust Ginger went wilder, became mor; frantic than before. She clutched at Ed's body, scratching it with her nails, feeling the skin tear as she scraped against the moist, glistening skin.
Tears were rolling down Ginger's cheeks. "Please make me come now. You cock, you. Make me come. Make me come. I need it so bad."
She slammed her fists into Ed's back in exasperation, and he bit his teeth into Ginger's breasts. She screamed.
From pain and pleasure. Because in that very moment she came. It was incredible. For a split second Ginger was frightened to death. She thought she would die from the force and intensity of it. But immediately she gave in to it, and swam with it, letting it kill her with pleasure and rapture and ecstasy. She twisted and bucked on the hard floor, bathed in joy as her orgasm rolled over her like a huge ocean breaker. She was flowing inside. Her liquids flowed from her cunt like a gushing stream. Then Ed came again. His ammoniac sperm shot out into her, flooding her canal, flowing together with her own sweet juices, and Ed gripped Ginger mightily, holding her well-curved body to him, pressing her close.
When it was over, Ginger felt incredible. "What an incredible tool you have," she complimented. "That was the best fuck I've had in hours."
In a short while Ed had dressed himself and had left with Marlene for her apartment, and Ginger could imagine the fine time they would have.
Why can't work and living always be like this, she wondered suddenly. Why isn't life one incredible continuous orgasm? Why should I have to work selling dresses that only half show what should be out front all the time, always available, ready at a moment's notice to do service in the name of pleasure? There should be a god named Fuck, and everyone should worship him, and his temple should be all the cunts in the world, and every cock his priest.
All of a sudden she had a very bright idea. Immediately she got to work. Yards and yards of material soon littered the floor of the shop, her scissors snipped and snipped like crazy, and the whirr of her sewing machine could be heard deep into the night. By the next morning it was done. She was eager to show her ideas to Marlene and Ed.
She called them up and asked them to come over to the shop first thing in the morning. They came. Ginger had them stand out in the customers' area while she quickly changed into her new creation.
Out of the back room she came, walking proudly like a model, and built well enough to make any model envious anyway. She checked to see the look in Ed's eyes, then Marlene's.
Both of them stared wide-eyed, for Ginger's creation was a taffeta dress with holes artfully cut out for her large, peaked breasts, and for her cunt, so that anyone who wanted to could reach out and touch them.
"Beautiful," Ed said enthusiastically, "perfect. Every guy in the world will love it. Fantastic idea," he congratulated, walking over to press Ginger's protruding nipples. Her breasts tingled with excitement.
Ginger beamed. "What do you think, Marlene?" she asked.
"Well, it's a bit unusual. But I think I'd like to try wearing it. It'd be the first time I'd covered just about everything but my breasts and my cunt."
"Let's test it," said Ginger after a moment's consideration. "Marlene," she said with authority, "go out and fetch me a handsome male."
In a moment she was back, a handsome man in tow.
The man took one look at her and flipped. His eyes grew incredibly at the display of Ginger's large, firm breasts. He gulped.
Ginger smiled alluringly, and felt her body stir. The first stage of the test was going along just fine. Shivers of desire and delight ran over her body, making her thrill to the prospect of stage two of the test.
"Do you like it?" she asked the man, her eyes looking at him encouragingly, and her voice letting him know that she wanted him.
"A lot," the man said honestly, his eyes roaming over her, drinking her in. His fingers pressing against themselves anxiously.
"You seem a little nervous," Ginger said to him, in her most motherly voice. "Come with me, we'll go somewhere where you'll be calmer. At least in certain respects," she added impishly, and thrilled to see how excited the man became.
In a few steps they were in the back room. "Now tell me honestly," she said looking directly at the man's eyes, "what do you feel like doing when you see me in this dress?"
Immediately the man's hands were caressing Ginger's swollen breasts, and his mouth was sliding eagerly over hers. Ginger's body convulsed with a great thrill. Her idea was a success, and she had a man pressing eagerly against her, wanting her desperately. Ginger went limp with excitement.
Tearing her mouth away from the man's delicious kiss, she moaned into his ear, "Go all the way, honey. There's nothing to stop you. I want you to do it to me. I want your cock pumping me." Her body leaned against his, leaving her completely open to what he wanted to do to her.
The man needed no further encouragement. In a few seconds Ginger was completely naked and seconds after that, the man was as naked as she was.
He placed her on the floor and kissed her savagely. Ginger equaled his violence, and their tongues slipped madly over each other, as their hands frantically explored each other's bodies. Ginger shivered with excitement and lust. Great spasms of pleasure worked their way through her body. She thrilled to the feel of the hot, strong hands pressing avidly against her, sliding down her side. With every second she felt she needed the man's cock inside of her more and more. Soon, the man's fingers had slid into the hot red sauce of her cunt lips, and she was pleading for him to fuck her, to bury his great cock into her steaming clasping
Ginger saw Ed and Marlene walk in just then, and saw the heated, excited looks on their faces as they drank in the spectacle before them. Ginger moaned, feeling the man's cock suddenly sink into her cunt, feeling it surge into her, out of her, over and over till she was dizzy, on the brink of her orgasm. She looked again at Ed and Marlene. They were on the floor, fucking away like there was no tomorrow. This threw her to greater frenzies of lust and desire, and moments later she felt the spasms inside of her that she knew would grow and grow till finally they would burst in a huge glorious come, driving her into oceans of pleasure and ecstasy. Ginger had no intention of fighting it. Orgasm was the best thing in the world, and she had created a dress to ensure its coming. Pricks would line up for a chance to get inside of her. That's what she wanted. Ginger felt herself scream, and she dug her cruel nails into the steaming flesh of the man on top of her, knowing that the bliss of her orgasm was only seconds away.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
To a person passing by the store that afternoon the shop would have seemed very quiet and devoid of activity, but if there was no action taking place inside the shop, there was a great deal of activity indeed going on inside Ginger's pretty head. Hours had gone by since the minor orgy in the dress shop, but that interval of wild sex had made its mark on Ginger's imagination. Her mind was crazed with lust, and with thoughts of intercourse. She could still recall the touch of the stranger's greedy fingers as they fondled her breasts and reached for her pussy. The thought of her previous lust rekindled excitement in her now, and her body was all shivers and trembling in anticipation of the sexual satisfactions it craved.
For a long time Ginger sat motionless, thinking about her orgasm. She felt herself getting more worked up and excited as time went on. To this sexual need was added something else. She recalled the elation she had felt when she had designed the dress with its blatant openings for her breasts and her cunt. Though she had been buoyed up by the novelty and appeal of the dress, she had at the same time experienced a distinct tinge of fear. At the time, she could not suppress the thought that in some way the dress was shameful and lewd, something which could only be the product of a sick, perverted, sex-ruined mind. Despite these misgivings she had gone on to finish the dress, and to try it on. That was where the payoff had come, she recalled vividly. The pleased astonishment on the handsome stranger's face had vanquished all her misgivings. And now as she sat quietly musing in the dress shop, she became convinced that her notions and intuitions had been absolutely correct. Fucking should be given central importance in a person's life. There should be nothing hidden or clandestine about it. In fact, it should be blatant. In many cases no doubt, she reasoned, fucking should even be downright crude. It was a need that demanded fulfillment, an instinct that most of the time had no time for niceties and refinements. Many were the times when she wanted a particular man so desperately that she would have been willing to have him screw her in the middle of a crowd.
Ginger's new conception of dress design was directly in line with this frank, bold thinking. All essentials of a woman's body were put on display, so that passing males could pick and choose. Nor was her conception limited to women's clothing, for there was nothing to prevent her from designing pants which left openings for a man's cock. What better index could there be of a man's interest in a girl than a blood-congested cock sticking out like a mast from a man's pants. A quick fuck could take place anywhere, owing to the new freedoms allowed by the pants and dress combination.
Ginger was highly enthused by the ideas she found coming to her head. Designs for clothing materialized in front of her eyes from out of nowhere. She hurried to put them down on paper so that she would not forget them later. She labored for some time committing her ideas to paper, and before long she had a great many sheets of paper strewn out in front of her, all of them filled with new, wonderful designs.
When Ginger saw how many designs she had worked out in so short a time, she leaned back in her chair with an air of self-satisfied accomplishment. But a moment later another thought had popped into her head. She had to try out her idea on more people. The opinion of one handsome male, while it had been flattering and ego-enhancing, hardly constituted a thorough going piece of market research. The idea, Ginger decided then and there, would have to undergo further testing. In a flash, Ginger realized how she would go about this further testing. She would throw a party, and try out her dress there, in the midst of handsome, sexy males, and beautiful, sexy females. If they proved responsive to the concept, then so much the better, and if they responded in only a tepid manner, Ginger would try again with a different group, and perhaps again and again after that, till she was convinced of public reaction to her notion.
Ginger reached for the phone next to her and began calling up friends and acquaintances. In a very short while she had gathered up about twenty people who had promised to come that evening to her apartment.
Hurriedly Ginger closed the store, actually turning back one woman who had already walked through the door. There was no time to waste! There was simply too much to do. She had to make certain there was enough wine and liquor in the house, some delicatessen, she had to clean the place up a bit, she had to get herself ready. Ginger gasped. Would there be enough time to do all these things?
Carefully, Ginger folded up her newly made dress, set it inside of a box, and left the store. On the way home she bought some food and wine for later. Ginger struggled up the stairs of her walk-up apartment clutching a mass of bundles to her panting and tired body.
In a moment Ginger's feminine instincts had conquered over all tiredness. She seemed to be a ball of energy as she ran around the apartment, getting things into place, setting everything up the way it should be. She wondered whether dim lights would be more useful in providing a receptive setting for her dress. She thought so.
There was only an hour to go before the party began, and Ginger rushed into the shower. Ordinarily she loved to luxuriate in a shower, letting the water caress her voluptuous body as if it were some inanimate lover. Often Ginger got so aroused by this notion alone that she wound up by fingering herself in the shower stall while water streamed all around her covering her from head to foot with wetness. But now there was no time at all for such pleasurable activities.
Ginger forced herself to hurry through the shower, and when she was done, she still had to do so many things to her body before she was totally ready to receive anyone for the evening. She found herself getting understandably aroused. This was to be a big night for her new concept, and she was a little tense from worry over its acceptance. Besides this there was also the excitement she always felt when men came over to her apartment. She could hardly wait to see the effect her dress had on the men she had asked to come tonight. There was one man in particular, his name was Roger, whose opinion she wanted to have. She had seen him only once, at someone else's party, and the moment her gaze had fallen on him she had felt the familiar, strong stirrings inside her body which were the unmistakable signal that she wanted and needed him very much. Unfortunately he had been there with another woman but tonight there would be no such circumstances to wage battle against. Ginger could have him all to herself, and she would ask him what his honest opinion was concerning her dress. She smiled to herself imagining his enthusiastic answer. Ahead" she could feel his hot, eager hands trailing over her willing body. She groaned quietly. It was comforting to know that no matter what else would happen tonight, she would be balling with Roger. Ginger decided against wearing the new dress from the beginning. She would put it on later, after the party had progressed a little, and people had loosened up a bit. That way people wouldn't be jittery and excited from having just arrived, and could give a more honest, settled answer.
Ginger chose a crimson mini dress to appear in. It settled on her figure like a second skin, falling in a very complimentary way over her hips. Ginger loved the feel of its silken material next to her lightly tanned skin, and she decided to forego wearing any underwear. As she drew off her panties she could feel herself getting sexually aroused by the thought of her virtual nakedness. Roger would be able to lift up her dress at the flick of a finger, and reveal her bushy pubic forest. Ginger clenched her teeth and pressed her thighs together in an effort to calm herself down. How she wanted to ball! If there were a man there in the apartment with her, she would already have gotten into bed with him, she realized. When she needed sex she became so impulsive, she thought to herself, mentally chiding herself for her inability to keep her instinct in check. Yet, she thought in compensation, it was so nice to fuck, and she loved it when both she and the guy she was with both went absolutely wild, putting no reservations or restrictions over themselves, letting themselves swim along in the stormy, passionate seas of love. The doorbell rang!
In a moment Ginger was knocked out of her erotic reverie, and rushed to press the buzzer which would unlock the door downstairs. For a frantic moment more she rushed to the bedroom to check on her hair. She had worn it gypsy style, long and loose, with ringlets of hair flying every which way. She looked sexiest that way. Giving herself the final okay, she made her way back to the door, and let in the first arrivals. She kissed them all and welcomed them in.
Not long after, the whole company of people had arrived, and drinks and tidbits of food had been passed around. There was loud electronic music blaring out of the speakers of her stereo, and Ginger found that she was very pleased with the outcome of the party so far. The really important part still lay ahead, which she realized might be a questionable statement to some of the people there. For as Ginger turned to look around the dimly lit apartment she could see in one or two corners people who had already paired off. In one corner she saw Marlene sitting in the lap of a man named Carl, her skirt hiked up almost to her crotch. Carl's hands crept their way up the smooth expanse of Marlene's marble-white thighs, and fondled the wet impediment of her panty-covered crotch. Both their bodies were pressed together, and Marlene seemed to be lost to the world, her face enraptured by passion and lust. Ginger could not tear her eyes away from the exciting scene, and she stared at the two of them for a number of minutes. She groaned when she saw Marlene stick out the smooth red sliver of her tongue and run it wildly first over Carl's face, and then stroke it madly over his ears.
Ginger groaned. "I've got to fuck," she whispered hotly to herself.
Quickly she surveyed the gathering, and in a moment she had found the man she was looking for. She went up to him, noticing how he looked at her as she approached. Ginger knew that he was just as excited about her as she was about him. Oh, how she wanted him!
"Roger, are you enjoying yourself?" She took his arm in her hand and pressed it warmly. She could see how this affected him. His gaze roamed over her, drawing the form of her into his brain. He looked long and deeply into her virtually exposed breasts, and Ginger took a deep breath to make them swell up before his eyes.
"You look incredible," Roger complimented Ginger.
She smiled, and drew him with her. "There's something I want your opinion about."
"Oh? What?"
"You'll find out in a moment," she managed through a warm giggle way down in the low registers. Roger ran his fingers along her arm as he listened to her.
Ginger led him to her bedroom. "Wait here. And no fair peeking." There would be no need for peeking, Ginger thought to herself.
She made her way to the bathroom, and once there she made a quick change into her new creation. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, and as a last minute preparation, she applied a dab of perfume to her pubic hairs. She was ready!
Out of the bathroom she went, and into the bedroom. Roger turned around as she entered, and his eyes widened like disks when he saw the way she was dressed.
"Cripes!" was all he could think to say.
"Ginger stood still for a moment, waiting, and when nothing else was forthcoming, she asked, "You don't like it?"
"I ... I don't know what to say. Of course I like it. I think it's great! Incredible!" Ginger's smile returned to her face, and she watched Roger. His attention was magnetized to her gently swelling breasts and to her exposed crotch. She moved up closer to Roger, brushing her body against his, her breasts squeezing up against his body. Roger embraced her with his strong, muscular arms. He ran his hands over her back, pulling them down to her hips and cupping her well-formed ass in his palms. Ginger cooed with pleasure and stirred slightly in Roger's dominating embrace.
"You really do like me in this dress?"
"Ginger, I think this is the most fantastic dress I ever saw on a woman. It makes me go crazy for you. You don't know how much you've excited me. I want to take you to bed right now. That's all I want to do. It's all I can think about. The only thing that's important to me right now is to get that dress off of you and ball with you. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Do it, Roger," Ginger groaned into his ear. 'That's what I want, too. I want you to stuff your magnificent cock into my warm pussy. I want that long rod inside of me. I need it! I need it now! Roger, fuck me, fuck me now!" Ginger's face was twisted with the force of her need. She clutched Roger's body to her, reveling in his limber muscularity. She was so worked up and excited. She could hardly bear not to be fucking that very instant. "Hurry," she screamed, "I have to fuck. I want you to screw me with your gigantic cock."
Roger pulled the new dress off Ginger's soft, voluptuous body. He gazed at its goddess-like magnificence. Her two breasts swelled up firmly, pointing temptingly at him. Roger was breathing deeply and hard. He looked up to Ginger's eyes, and saw the utter submission in them. Her eyes were glazed and drunk with passion.
Roger took Ginger's soft flesh into his arms. Roughly he pulled her to bed with him and he toppled over her body, smothering Ginger with hot kisses, his hands meanwhile traveling all over her body, leaving no inch of flesh untouched. His impulsive fingers left marks of red on Ginger's flesh.
Ginger writhed in ecstasy beneath the impassioned form of Roger. She groaned with pleasure. Her fingers reached for his clothing and tried to tear it all from his body, to leave him naked before her. Roger aided her, and in a few seconds he had freed himself from every stitch of clothing. His sweating body pressed directly against Ginger's soft flesh.
As Ginger watched the strong manly body above her she lost all control of herself. Roger's shaft was becoming more rigid by the minute, and she could feel that column of meat lengthen as it pressed against her thighs.
Feeling that strong spear extend itself and swell, throbbing all the while, made her groan with need for it. Her cunt was aching for the mass of sex to be thrust into it, and to tease it into ecstasy.
Roger was as totally aroused as Ginger was. His swift wet tongue had slithered all over Ginger's face, and was now slipping like a bandit over her firm large breasts. Ginger's body twisted on the mattress from the stimulation she was receiving. She screamed from her unfulfilled desire. Much of the time her eyes were closed shut, and she sucked air savagely into her mouth.
Ginger yelped for a moment when Roger's avid fingers reached down to her wet pussy. The fingers slipped expertly between the already partly opened cuntal lips, playing with the twitching clitoris beneath them. Ginger's body grew rigid for a moment in anticipation of a massive thrust into her moist and ready cunt. She licked her lips with her tongue. She gulped once loudly, and looked up to Roger from where she lay. "Do it now, Roger. I'm ready for you now. I must have it now."
Roger seemed not to have heard her. He was looking with intense interest at Ginger's cunt. In a moment he had nestled his face between Ginger's soft, sweat-wettened thighs. He gazed at the curled bunched strands of Ginger's pubic forest, holding her thighs wide open with his hands. Ginger tried to move from his grasp, but he held her securely.
"I need your cock!" Ginger screamed. She convulsed on the bed trying to escape Roger. I want you to stuff your fucking rod into my cunt."
Heedless of her pleas, Roger applied his tongue to the ridges of Ginger's cuntal lips. He slurped up all the cuntal juice that had seeped down. His tongue played wildly with the twitching red clitoris bursting from behind its fold of skin. He inched his tongue to the hole of Ginger's love tube. He circled around the vaginal hole, and then inserted his tongue into its dark clutching depths.
A growling noise came from deep within Ginger's throat. Her mouth was open. The fever of her lust mounted.
And in that moment Roger abandoned his tonguing of Ginger's cunt and mounted her. He kneeled before her cunt and taking his massive spear of a cock in his hand led it to the hole of Ginger's vagina. In a moment he was pistoning his cock into Ginger's warm depths. While he humped up and down over her voluptuous, tortured body, Roger tongued Ginger's breasts, running his tongue over her erect nipples, teasing them.
Ginger lifted her legs up and placed them around Roger's back, imprisoning him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her vagina with each plunge of his staff. Ginger was gasping for breath from her need and exertion. She rotated her hips, mashing Roger's cock within her, enhancing her own pleasure. That was what she cared about now. Heedless of anything else, she had become an animal in her pursuit of her orgasm. She yelped in anguish. She could feel herself to be so close to her sweet delivery. Ginger wanted it so much she could almost taste herself coming. She redoubled her efforts, squeezing her legs around Roger, grinding her hips all the more furiously. Her body felt as if it were swimming in sweat, and the slippery feel of her skin against the silken bed covers intensified her excitations to a perilous height. Ginger was mad with the promise of the ecstasy to come.
Roger was biting into Ginger's tits, and she felt pain. But she sustained it, for it only made her pleasure greater, strange as it seems.
Then, shivering for want of her come, she felt its sudden blooming surge inside her. It was only seconds away! It was going to rush over her and kill her, sweep her into the watery depths of passion! Ginger screamed like a savage. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Her orgasm swept over her with the force of a raging torrent, breaking up her body as if it were nothing at all. Ginger twisted and squirmed and tossed on the bed in absolute abandon, completely overtaken by the force of her sweet orgasm. Dimly, on the edges of her consciousness, she could sense Roger coming inside of her, spouting the gift of his sperm into the walls of her love tube. She could feel the strong, epileptic grasp of his arms as he gave himself up to the strength and insane power of his orgasm. He held Ginger as if his life depended on it. And then he relaxed, a low groan issuing from his mouth as an indication of his satisfaction. Not long after, Ginger came down from the heights of her passion.
She saw the languid body of Roger lying next to her on the bed and she felt an infinite tenderness and warm feeling for him. He had been good to her, and had given her such a good come. She ran her hand over his glistening back. He groaned from her touch. He was asleep.
From the other rooms sounds came to Ginger's ears. One woman laughed wildly. Another screamed, "Edward, don't you dare touch me there! At least not in public." At this there was some bawdy laughing.
But Ginger became indignant at the whole occurrence. Why shouldn't people have the freedom to touch other people wherever they want? Wasn't that the whole point and thrust of her new clothing concept. If people were afraid to touch others anywhere at all, then surely this timidity reflected to other activities as well. Didn't this prudishness also imply a timid and prudish attitude toward science and adventure and business, and experimentation. If people could not be liberated in this most basic sexual instinct, how could they expect to be liberated in other areas of living? To Ginger's mind there seemed to be no question that sexual delicacy bred a vicious pseudo delicacy in other aspects of living as well.
Aroused to action, Ginger got up from the bed, careful not to disturb Roger as he slept, and put on her new dress. It felt good to have it on. She was eager to step out of the room and see what effect it would have on the company of people she had invited.
With determination she strode out of the room and into the main body of people.
She made an instant impact on everyone there.
"Oh my goodness!" said one woman.
"Hey, isn't that an absolutely wonderful idea?" said one man.
After enduring a few minutes of this sort of speculation on the part of the people around her, Ginger quietly asked, "Well, do you like it? I designed it myself."
For a moment there was silence in the room. One or two of the women seemed to be embarrassed by the dress, and even in the dim light they could be seen to be blushing.
Then one man walked up to Ginger. He had been admiring her all along, though he had not spoke up one way or the other. Now he stood right up next to her and looked down admiringly at her swelled tits.
"I think you look great in that dress," he complimented.
Ginger smiled in gratitude. In a soft, insinuating voice she asked, "What do you feel like doing to me when you see me in a dress like this?"
Not a second passed before the man had placed his arms around Ginger and had placed his full lips on Ginger's The two of them kissed passionately, tongues slipping into each other's mouths, gliding over lips and facial skin.
Ginger was as fully aroused as before. Her body ached to have another cock inside of her.
"Oh, fuck me, please," she pleaded. "I want your cock inside me. I want to see you naked and have you ram me with your shaft."
The man grabbed at Ginger's dress, and lifted it up over her head. She was fully naked before everybody. Greedily she tore at the man's clothing, and succeeded in getting it off of him. She was surprised to find the man wore no underwear. His enormous cock jutted out of the prison of his pants fully erect, throbbing like an engine in the air. Ginger stared down at the magnificent tool. She was enraptured by it. She had never seen anything so stoutly built, and yet so long. She wanted it inside of her! She wanted it this minute!
"Fuck me now!" she screamed.
The effect of this plea was electric, for the man was on top of her in an instant, and only moments later everyone in the apartment was fucking away just as furiously as were Ginger and her new man. Ginger gave herself up to the man's savage pistoning her, imagining in her mind the massive communal come that would resound through the walls of her apartment as everyone screamed in ecstasy. And what bigger things lay beyond that? The building? The whole block? The city after that? Who could tell? For the moment Ginger closed her eyes, and then she groaned as she felt the tremor of her approaching come.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
By the time the party was over Ginger had fucked every man there. The man after Roger had come quickly, and when she opened her eyes after he climbed off she saw every man in the room lined up in front of her.
They fucked her one after the other, and Ginger came again and again. If the man on top didn't bring her to orgasm she pushed him off as soon as he was finished and let another hard cock slide into her cunt, almost without a break in her grinding twisting rhythm of love.
The party broke up after three o'clock. Ginger lay on the floor, naked, for her dress had been ripped off her long before. She staggered to her feet and picked her way through the after-party mess to her bedroom.
Roger still lay on the bed, sound asleep. Ginger didn't have the strength to fuck any more, so she gently rolled Roger to the side of the bed and lay down beside him, exhausted.
She awoke suddenly in the morning to the feel of a hard cock pounding inside her. A man's chest was pressed against her breasts, and strong arms were wrapped around her body.
She opened her eyes. It was Roger, and he pumped in and out of her cunt slowly, taking his time. Ginger ground her hips upward, and it brought a low moan from his lips.
"I thought you'd wake up soon," Roger said, and he bent his head down and nibbled at her ear.
"You sure know just how I like to be woken," Ginger replied, and she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting every last bit of his cock length fit inside her.
Ginger felt her body responding as waves of sensation flowed through her, starting in her cunt and then up through her belly and breasts and down through her thighs.
"I wanted to tell you last night," Roger said, "that you're about the best fuck I ever had."
"Shut up and keep fucking," she said, but deep inside she was pleased.
Roger's cock thrust back and forth, and Ginger flexed her cunt muscles around it. Suddenly she started to go mad, and she bucked her hips and arched her back, and she moaned, "Ooh, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming."
Roger increased his rhythmic pounding, and as Ginger felt the first pleasure-pains of orgasm grip her body she felt his prick throbbing inside and then his hot come spurted up inside, shooting deep into her juicy box, and he rammed his cock in up to his balls.
They were suspended as if in mid-air for a moment, and then both collapsed. Ginger was panting, and she could hear Roger's heavy breathing and feel his hot breath on her shoulder where he rested his head.
When she had calmed down Ginger gently pushed Roger's body off her. "Okay, lover boy, time for you to get up and go," she said.
Roger opened his eyes and looked at her, startled. "What are you kicking me out for?" he asked. "Didn't I fuck you good enough?"
"You fucked me just fine, but I've got a lot of things to do today, so you'll have to go. You can call me up if you want."
Roger's eyes roamed over her body, and Ginger glanced down and saw that his cock was twitching, getting hard once more. She had a sudden longing to suck it, but then a small voice inside told her that she had to stand firm. "Besides," she told herself while Roger still looked at her naked body, "I've been fucked about twenty times in the last twelve hours. I need a rest, at least for a few hours."
Roger reached up and his hand grasped one of her creamy breasts, but Ginger gently pushed his hand away. Roger's eyes looked sad and he said, "Aw, come on, baby. Just one more time before I go."
Ordinarily Ginger wouldn't have been able to resist his plea, but now she felt her cunt filled to the brim with come and she imagined that she could hear it squishing inside every time she moved her legs. "No," she said, "not now. You really have to go."
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Roger said, and he got up slowly and pulled on his clothes.
Ginger got up and ran to the bathroom. "Let yourself out," she yelled as she turned on the water and slipped into the shower.
She washed herself well, scrubbing off the accumulated sweat on her body, and for several minutes she scrubbed her pussy, getting rid of all the pussy juice and come that matted her hairs and made her skin feel wet and sticky. She wished that she had a bidet, but she had to do as well as she could by spreading her cunt lips and splashing water up inside. '
She dried herself and then she ran out on the bed to make plans for the next few days. She lay back and smoked a cigarette as she thought.
The first thing she had to do was make some more dresses. She had a vague recollection of the other being violently torn off her body in the course of the evening, and even if it was re-sewable she wanted to make the dresses in many different styles and colors.
She realized with regret that she had left her designs down in the shop, but she knew that she could make up some more quickly.
But she still wanted some more opinions of her dress. She didn't consider that the party had really been a fair test, because by the time she had put it on everyone had already been loose and uninhibited, and they might have done the same if she had appeared naked.
What she wanted was to wear her dresses in plain ordinary surroundings and see if they still had their marvelous effect on men.
As she thought she suddenly had a tremendous idea. If she could get some publicity at the same time her fashion would be launched, and it wouldn't be long before women from all over the country and the world would be beating a path up to her door to get a hold of her fantastic dresses.
Without a thought to any other consequences she leapt up and ran to her portable sewing machine. She didn't have time to draw up a design, but she grabbed some material and frantically began cutting and stitching.
Half an hour later she was finished. She slipped on the new dress and admired herself in the mirror. Her breasts jutted out proudly, and her curling cunt hairs were wickedly exposed.
"If this dress doesn't get them nothing will," she said out loud.
She ran to the telephone book and looked up the number of the News. She dialed, got connected to the city desk, and she told the startled desk man, "If you want to see the biggest fashion breakthrough in years send a photographer and reporter to Times Square in an hour."
"What is it this time?" he asked. "A combination mini-midi-maxi-bell-bottomed hot pants?"
"Nope, a lot better," Ginger said. "Just have a reporter and photographer there in an hour and you'll see."
"Okay," the voice over the phone said, "but it had better be good."
Ginger hung up and made the final preparations. She dabbed perfume on the tipes of her breasts and on her cunt hairs, and she swept her hair up over her head to make sure that it didn't get in the way. She put a raincoat over her dress, feeling badly that she had to cover it up, but she didn't want to start a riot on the subway.
She ran outside, waited impatiently for a train, and when it finally came she hopped aboard excitedly. She knew that soon she would have some of the most thrilling moments in her life.
At the Times Square station she got off and walked up the stairs. It was crowded, and she was annoyed as she pushed her way through the mass of people. Why didn't they realize how important she was and stand back to let her pass?
'They'll know in a little while," she told herself.
She walked out on the street, and now suddenly she had some misgivings as she stood on the sidewalk and watched the throng seeth around her. What would happen if she took off her raincoat and no one even looked at her twice?
She knew that then she would be a total failure, and she thought that she might even go back down and jump in front of a subway. She regretted that she hadn't thought about that before and taken the time to write a suicide note.
She pushed through the crowds, noting the casual stares of men passersby, but she also saw that they looked at any pretty girl. "Just wait a few minutes," she thought.
Ginger walked a block and now the crowd was thinned out somewhat. "This looks like the place," she thought, and slowly she unbuttoned the raincoat.
She watched as a middle-aged man approached with his wife and two teenaged children in tow, one girl and one boy. They were all chattering to one another and looking at the sights around them. "Tourists," Ginger said disdainfully.
She ripped off the raincoat and stood square in the middle-aged man's path.
"Fred," the man's wife said, "Look at that!"
Ginger felt pride welling up inside as the man said, "What is it, dear?"
"See the way those messages are flashed around the building there? They certainly don't have anything like that in Rapid City," she said.
Ginger felt deflated.
"Nothing like that in Sioux Falls, even," he said.
Suddenly the man stopped short and Ginger could feel his eyes on her. He exclaimed, "And I didn't think they had anything like that in New York either!"
"Fred? What are you doing? Fred! Fred! Come back here, Fred!"
The man rushed at Ginger, ripping his clothes off as he ran, and he was down to his shorts when he plowed into Ginger and knocked her to the sidewalk. His hands were at her breasts and cunt as he squirmed out of his underwear. He lifted up a second and then his hard cock slid into her box.
Ginger was in ecstasy. Her dress was working out almost better than she had hoped.
The man thrust and pounded his cock inside her, and Ginger could hear his wife screaming, "Fred! Stop that this instant! You never do that to me, Fred. Why don't you do things like that to me?"
His prick jabbed in deep to the top of her box, and Ginger could hear him panting and feel his hot breath and dripping saliva on her neck.
Then she heard the wife yell, "Johnny, you come back here! Johnny, don't you dare! Johnny, what are you doing?"
Ginger felt hands roiling her onto her side, and then a slender prick was pressed into the crack of her ass. She realized that it was the teenage son.
"Johnny, you stop that this instant!" the woman yelled as Ginger felt his prick slipping into her puckered ass-hole.
She had to admit that it felt terrific with the father's prick in her cunt and the son's in her ass. They seemed to think that it was mighty fine too, and she could hear both of them moaning in pleasure.
Then Ginger heard the woman scream again. "Susie, oh, no, not you too! Susie, get your ass back here!"
Ginger wondered what was going on, but then she felt legs slide around her head and a warm pussy was pushed against her face.
"The teenage daughter too," she said to herself, admiring the effect of her dress, and she opened her mouth and lapped at the tender young cunt flesh that had been thrust at her.
She heard the woman yell again. "Oh, what the hell!" she said, and then Ginger felt a hand grab one of hers and lift it. An instant later she felt soft nylon panties under her fingers, and then they were slipped down and her hand was pressed against more cunt flesh.
"The wife, too," Ginger thought, but then she didn't have time to think of any more as she concentrated on the father's cock in her cunt, his son's prick up her ass, the daughter's pussy wrapped around her face, and the wife's box pressed against her fingers.
She wiggled her fingers and lapped with her tongue and ground her hips, and finally she felt the father shooting off his load in her cunt.
"I'm coming, Mother, I'm coming," he shouted.
"I'm coming, Dad, I'm coming," his son cried.
"Ooh, I'm coming, ooh," the daughter murmured.
"Mercy me, I'm coming," the wife whispered.
"Wow, am I coming!" Ginger thought.
She leaped and squirmed on the ground as her whole body shook in the grips of her orgasm, and the father and son spurted hot come from the tips of their cocks and a gush of pussy juice flowed into Ginger's mouth from the girl's cunt, and a stream of the sticky wetness covered her fingers from the mother.
In a few moments it was over. Ginger opened her eyes and saw a small crowd gathered, but no one was making a move towards them.
The man got up and sheepishly put his clothes on. The son tucked his prick back inside his pants, and the mother and daughter pulled down their dresses.
The man started to stammer, "You see, I don't usually behave like that, and, I guess, it was just the excitement of being in New York and all, and..."
His wife cut him off. "You don't have to apologize to her, Fred. Just thank her. Remember when we arrived and they said this was Fun City? Now we know why."
"I'm the one who should thank you," Ginger said, as she picked herself up from the sidewalk and brushed off the dirt and dust. "And if anyone asks," she continued, "just say that you were laid by Ginger."
She left, purposely twitching her hips, and she felt that her experiment was turning out to be a success. She looked around her, wondering what had happened to the photographer and reporter.
"I'd hate to have them miss it," she said. "Then again, I wouldn't mind doing this another time. This is really turning out to be fun."
She walked east almost to Fifth Avenue, but there were few people along there, mostly women, so she turned around and came back toward Times Square again.
Coming toward her she suddenly saw a sea of black suits. There were hundreds of them, and Ginger couldn't figure out what it was.
Then she realized. "Of course," she said to herself, "I read about it in the paper yesterday. It's the ministers' convention."
She walked straight toward them, and for a few seconds the ministers' eyes were all turned up to the sky and the buildings. Suddenly one of them saw her, and he nudged the next one, and like a wave their eyes turned to her and stared.
The crowd of ministers ground to a halt, but the ones in the back were still pushing and shoving to try to get a better view. Ginger stopped and stared back, and she took a deep breath and her breasts rose and fell.
One minister started to run forward and there were cries of "Stop him! Bring him back! Don't let him!"
But they couldn't catch him, and as he ran at full speed and rammed into her Ginger heard the cries of "Don't let him!" change to "Let me at her too!"
The first one pulled, out his cock and jammed it up into her, and then she felt herself drowned in a sea of black suits and felt their hands all over her body.
"Wow, this is really something," Ginger thought, and she reached out and grabbed a prick in each hand and began to jerk them off.
The one in her came, and an instant later he was replaced by another. She felt come squirted over her face from the cocks in her hand and she licked off as much as she could, and then reached out to grab fresh pricks.
She closed her eyes and was in ecstasy. She felt a heavy body land on her head and she opened her mouth to receive another throbbing minister's dick. As he raised and lowered his body as he thrust in and out, Ginger caught the bright popping glare of flashbulbs and knew that the photographer had finally arrived.
Her design was a success. The papers would give her all the publicity she needed, and if she could turn on a ministers' convention she could turn on anyone in the world.
Ginger closed her eyes and dollar signs flashed through her head. She mechanically ground her hips and sucked on the cock in her mouth and jerked off the two in her hands.
Suddenly she heard sirens.
"Uh oh, someone's in trouble," she thought. "I hope it's not me."
The sirens came closer and there seemed to be more than one. "Maybe it's a fire somewhere," Ginger thought.
But she realized that the biggest fire in the city was in her cunt when the sirens stopped moving on the street right next to her.
She heard the excited voices of the ministers as they tried to run away, and then the hard voices of the cops as they said, "Okay, come along with us. Come along, all of you. You should know better than to riot in the middle of Times Square."
She held onto the cocks in her hands tightly, but just as soon as they started to pulse and spurt they were yanked from her grasp. The pricks in her mouth and cunt were pulled out, and then she felt hard hands grip her and lift her body in the air.
She felt herself deposited in the back of a van and heard the door close. Then she dared to open her eyes.
A cop was standing over her, glaring. Suddenly she recognized him. It was the one who had raped her that night in the park.
Suddenly he recognized her. "You!" he shouted. "Why, I ought to wring your neck!"
"But why?" Ginger cried. "Wasn't I good to you the other day? How about letting me go?"
"Not on your life," the cop roared. "We're going to take you down and throw the book at you, and maybe lock you away for life. I hope so, anyway."
"But what have I done?" Ginger screamed through her tears.
The cop grabbed her body and shook her until her teeth rattled. "I don't know about just now, but the last time you gave me the clap! I'll make sure they send you up the river if it's the last thing I do."
Ginger felt ill and she fainted dead away as the police van screeched through the streets on the way to the station.
