Chapter 10

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.