Chapter 12
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.