Chapter 13

"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.