Chapter 11
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.