Chapter 15
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.