Chapter 16
To a person passing by the store that afternoon the shop would have seemed very quiet and devoid of activity, but if there was no action taking place inside the shop, there was a great deal of activity indeed going on inside Ginger's pretty head. Hours had gone by since the minor orgy in the dress shop, but that interval of wild sex had made its mark on Ginger's imagination. Her mind was crazed with lust, and with thoughts of intercourse. She could still recall the touch of the stranger's greedy fingers as they fondled her breasts and reached for her pussy. The thought of her previous lust rekindled excitement in her now, and her body was all shivers and trembling in anticipation of the sexual satisfactions it craved.
For a long time Ginger sat motionless, thinking about her orgasm. She felt herself getting more worked up and excited as time went on. To this sexual need was added something else. She recalled the elation she had felt when she had designed the dress with its blatant openings for her breasts and her cunt. Though she had been buoyed up by the novelty and appeal of the dress, she had at the same time experienced a distinct tinge of fear. At the time, she could not suppress the thought that in some way the dress was shameful and lewd, something which could only be the product of a sick, perverted, sex-ruined mind. Despite these misgivings she had gone on to finish the dress, and to try it on. That was where the payoff had come, she recalled vividly. The pleased astonishment on the handsome stranger's face had vanquished all her misgivings. And now as she sat quietly musing in the dress shop, she became convinced that her notions and intuitions had been absolutely correct. Fucking should be given central importance in a person's life. There should be nothing hidden or clandestine about it. In fact, it should be blatant. In many cases no doubt, she reasoned, fucking should even be downright crude. It was a need that demanded fulfillment, an instinct that most of the time had no time for niceties and refinements. Many were the times when she wanted a particular man so desperately that she would have been willing to have him screw her in the middle of a crowd.
Ginger's new conception of dress design was directly in line with this frank, bold thinking. All essentials of a woman's body were put on display, so that passing males could pick and choose. Nor was her conception limited to women's clothing, for there was nothing to prevent her from designing pants which left openings for a man's cock. What better index could there be of a man's interest in a girl than a blood-congested cock sticking out like a mast from a man's pants. A quick fuck could take place anywhere, owing to the new freedoms allowed by the pants and dress combination.
Ginger was highly enthused by the ideas she found coming to her head. Designs for clothing materialized in front of her eyes from out of nowhere. She hurried to put them down on paper so that she would not forget them later. She labored for some time committing her ideas to paper, and before long she had a great many sheets of paper strewn out in front of her, all of them filled with new, wonderful designs.
When Ginger saw how many designs she had worked out in so short a time, she leaned back in her chair with an air of self-satisfied accomplishment. But a moment later another thought had popped into her head. She had to try out her idea on more people. The opinion of one handsome male, while it had been flattering and ego-enhancing, hardly constituted a thorough going piece of market research. The idea, Ginger decided then and there, would have to undergo further testing. In a flash, Ginger realized how she would go about this further testing. She would throw a party, and try out her dress there, in the midst of handsome, sexy males, and beautiful, sexy females. If they proved responsive to the concept, then so much the better, and if they responded in only a tepid manner, Ginger would try again with a different group, and perhaps again and again after that, till she was convinced of public reaction to her notion.
Ginger reached for the phone next to her and began calling up friends and acquaintances. In a very short while she had gathered up about twenty people who had promised to come that evening to her apartment.
Hurriedly Ginger closed the store, actually turning back one woman who had already walked through the door. There was no time to waste! There was simply too much to do. She had to make certain there was enough wine and liquor in the house, some delicatessen, she had to clean the place up a bit, she had to get herself ready. Ginger gasped. Would there be enough time to do all these things?
Carefully, Ginger folded up her newly made dress, set it inside of a box, and left the store. On the way home she bought some food and wine for later. Ginger struggled up the stairs of her walk-up apartment clutching a mass of bundles to her panting and tired body.
In a moment Ginger's feminine instincts had conquered over all tiredness. She seemed to be a ball of energy as she ran around the apartment, getting things into place, setting everything up the way it should be. She wondered whether dim lights would be more useful in providing a receptive setting for her dress. She thought so.
There was only an hour to go before the party began, and Ginger rushed into the shower. Ordinarily she loved to luxuriate in a shower, letting the water caress her voluptuous body as if it were some inanimate lover. Often Ginger got so aroused by this notion alone that she wound up by fingering herself in the shower stall while water streamed all around her covering her from head to foot with wetness. But now there was no time at all for such pleasurable activities.
Ginger forced herself to hurry through the shower, and when she was done, she still had to do so many things to her body before she was totally ready to receive anyone for the evening. She found herself getting understandably aroused. This was to be a big night for her new concept, and she was a little tense from worry over its acceptance. Besides this there was also the excitement she always felt when men came over to her apartment. She could hardly wait to see the effect her dress had on the men she had asked to come tonight. There was one man in particular, his name was Roger, whose opinion she wanted to have. She had seen him only once, at someone else's party, and the moment her gaze had fallen on him she had felt the familiar, strong stirrings inside her body which were the unmistakable signal that she wanted and needed him very much. Unfortunately he had been there with another woman but tonight there would be no such circumstances to wage battle against. Ginger could have him all to herself, and she would ask him what his honest opinion was concerning her dress. She smiled to herself imagining his enthusiastic answer. Ahead" she could feel his hot, eager hands trailing over her willing body. She groaned quietly. It was comforting to know that no matter what else would happen tonight, she would be balling with Roger. Ginger decided against wearing the new dress from the beginning. She would put it on later, after the party had progressed a little, and people had loosened up a bit. That way people wouldn't be jittery and excited from having just arrived, and could give a more honest, settled answer.
Ginger chose a crimson mini dress to appear in. It settled on her figure like a second skin, falling in a very complimentary way over her hips. Ginger loved the feel of its silken material next to her lightly tanned skin, and she decided to forego wearing any underwear. As she drew off her panties she could feel herself getting sexually aroused by the thought of her virtual nakedness. Roger would be able to lift up her dress at the flick of a finger, and reveal her bushy pubic forest. Ginger clenched her teeth and pressed her thighs together in an effort to calm herself down. How she wanted to ball! If there were a man there in the apartment with her, she would already have gotten into bed with him, she realized. When she needed sex she became so impulsive, she thought to herself, mentally chiding herself for her inability to keep her instinct in check. Yet, she thought in compensation, it was so nice to fuck, and she loved it when both she and the guy she was with both went absolutely wild, putting no reservations or restrictions over themselves, letting themselves swim along in the stormy, passionate seas of love. The doorbell rang!
In a moment Ginger was knocked out of her erotic reverie, and rushed to press the buzzer which would unlock the door downstairs. For a frantic moment more she rushed to the bedroom to check on her hair. She had worn it gypsy style, long and loose, with ringlets of hair flying every which way. She looked sexiest that way. Giving herself the final okay, she made her way back to the door, and let in the first arrivals. She kissed them all and welcomed them in.
Not long after, the whole company of people had arrived, and drinks and tidbits of food had been passed around. There was loud electronic music blaring out of the speakers of her stereo, and Ginger found that she was very pleased with the outcome of the party so far. The really important part still lay ahead, which she realized might be a questionable statement to some of the people there. For as Ginger turned to look around the dimly lit apartment she could see in one or two corners people who had already paired off. In one corner she saw Marlene sitting in the lap of a man named Carl, her skirt hiked up almost to her crotch. Carl's hands crept their way up the smooth expanse of Marlene's marble-white thighs, and fondled the wet impediment of her panty-covered crotch. Both their bodies were pressed together, and Marlene seemed to be lost to the world, her face enraptured by passion and lust. Ginger could not tear her eyes away from the exciting scene, and she stared at the two of them for a number of minutes. She groaned when she saw Marlene stick out the smooth red sliver of her tongue and run it wildly first over Carl's face, and then stroke it madly over his ears.
Ginger groaned. "I've got to fuck," she whispered hotly to herself.
Quickly she surveyed the gathering, and in a moment she had found the man she was looking for. She went up to him, noticing how he looked at her as she approached. Ginger knew that he was just as excited about her as she was about him. Oh, how she wanted him!
"Roger, are you enjoying yourself?" She took his arm in her hand and pressed it warmly. She could see how this affected him. His gaze roamed over her, drawing the form of her into his brain. He looked long and deeply into her virtually exposed breasts, and Ginger took a deep breath to make them swell up before his eyes.
"You look incredible," Roger complimented Ginger.
She smiled, and drew him with her. "There's something I want your opinion about."
"Oh? What?"
"You'll find out in a moment," she managed through a warm giggle way down in the low registers. Roger ran his fingers along her arm as he listened to her.
Ginger led him to her bedroom. "Wait here. And no fair peeking." There would be no need for peeking, Ginger thought to herself.
She made her way to the bathroom, and once there she made a quick change into her new creation. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, and as a last minute preparation, she applied a dab of perfume to her pubic hairs. She was ready!
Out of the bathroom she went, and into the bedroom. Roger turned around as she entered, and his eyes widened like disks when he saw the way she was dressed.
"Cripes!" was all he could think to say.
"Ginger stood still for a moment, waiting, and when nothing else was forthcoming, she asked, "You don't like it?"
"I ... I don't know what to say. Of course I like it. I think it's great! Incredible!" Ginger's smile returned to her face, and she watched Roger. His attention was magnetized to her gently swelling breasts and to her exposed crotch. She moved up closer to Roger, brushing her body against his, her breasts squeezing up against his body. Roger embraced her with his strong, muscular arms. He ran his hands over her back, pulling them down to her hips and cupping her well-formed ass in his palms. Ginger cooed with pleasure and stirred slightly in Roger's dominating embrace.
"You really do like me in this dress?"
"Ginger, I think this is the most fantastic dress I ever saw on a woman. It makes me go crazy for you. You don't know how much you've excited me. I want to take you to bed right now. That's all I want to do. It's all I can think about. The only thing that's important to me right now is to get that dress off of you and ball with you. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Do it, Roger," Ginger groaned into his ear. 'That's what I want, too. I want you to stuff your magnificent cock into my warm pussy. I want that long rod inside of me. I need it! I need it now! Roger, fuck me, fuck me now!" Ginger's face was twisted with the force of her need. She clutched Roger's body to her, reveling in his limber muscularity. She was so worked up and excited. She could hardly bear not to be fucking that very instant. "Hurry," she screamed, "I have to fuck. I want you to screw me with your gigantic cock."
Roger pulled the new dress off Ginger's soft, voluptuous body. He gazed at its goddess-like magnificence. Her two breasts swelled up firmly, pointing temptingly at him. Roger was breathing deeply and hard. He looked up to Ginger's eyes, and saw the utter submission in them. Her eyes were glazed and drunk with passion.
Roger took Ginger's soft flesh into his arms. Roughly he pulled her to bed with him and he toppled over her body, smothering Ginger with hot kisses, his hands meanwhile traveling all over her body, leaving no inch of flesh untouched. His impulsive fingers left marks of red on Ginger's flesh.
Ginger writhed in ecstasy beneath the impassioned form of Roger. She groaned with pleasure. Her fingers reached for his clothing and tried to tear it all from his body, to leave him naked before her. Roger aided her, and in a few seconds he had freed himself from every stitch of clothing. His sweating body pressed directly against Ginger's soft flesh.
As Ginger watched the strong manly body above her she lost all control of herself. Roger's shaft was becoming more rigid by the minute, and she could feel that column of meat lengthen as it pressed against her thighs.
Feeling that strong spear extend itself and swell, throbbing all the while, made her groan with need for it. Her cunt was aching for the mass of sex to be thrust into it, and to tease it into ecstasy.
Roger was as totally aroused as Ginger was. His swift wet tongue had slithered all over Ginger's face, and was now slipping like a bandit over her firm large breasts. Ginger's body twisted on the mattress from the stimulation she was receiving. She screamed from her unfulfilled desire. Much of the time her eyes were closed shut, and she sucked air savagely into her mouth.
Ginger yelped for a moment when Roger's avid fingers reached down to her wet pussy. The fingers slipped expertly between the already partly opened cuntal lips, playing with the twitching clitoris beneath them. Ginger's body grew rigid for a moment in anticipation of a massive thrust into her moist and ready cunt. She licked her lips with her tongue. She gulped once loudly, and looked up to Roger from where she lay. "Do it now, Roger. I'm ready for you now. I must have it now."
Roger seemed not to have heard her. He was looking with intense interest at Ginger's cunt. In a moment he had nestled his face between Ginger's soft, sweat-wettened thighs. He gazed at the curled bunched strands of Ginger's pubic forest, holding her thighs wide open with his hands. Ginger tried to move from his grasp, but he held her securely.
"I need your cock!" Ginger screamed. She convulsed on the bed trying to escape Roger. I want you to stuff your fucking rod into my cunt."
Heedless of her pleas, Roger applied his tongue to the ridges of Ginger's cuntal lips. He slurped up all the cuntal juice that had seeped down. His tongue played wildly with the twitching red clitoris bursting from behind its fold of skin. He inched his tongue to the hole of Ginger's love tube. He circled around the vaginal hole, and then inserted his tongue into its dark clutching depths.
A growling noise came from deep within Ginger's throat. Her mouth was open. The fever of her lust mounted.
And in that moment Roger abandoned his tonguing of Ginger's cunt and mounted her. He kneeled before her cunt and taking his massive spear of a cock in his hand led it to the hole of Ginger's vagina. In a moment he was pistoning his cock into Ginger's warm depths. While he humped up and down over her voluptuous, tortured body, Roger tongued Ginger's breasts, running his tongue over her erect nipples, teasing them.
Ginger lifted her legs up and placed them around Roger's back, imprisoning him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her vagina with each plunge of his staff. Ginger was gasping for breath from her need and exertion. She rotated her hips, mashing Roger's cock within her, enhancing her own pleasure. That was what she cared about now. Heedless of anything else, she had become an animal in her pursuit of her orgasm. She yelped in anguish. She could feel herself to be so close to her sweet delivery. Ginger wanted it so much she could almost taste herself coming. She redoubled her efforts, squeezing her legs around Roger, grinding her hips all the more furiously. Her body felt as if it were swimming in sweat, and the slippery feel of her skin against the silken bed covers intensified her excitations to a perilous height. Ginger was mad with the promise of the ecstasy to come.
Roger was biting into Ginger's tits, and she felt pain. But she sustained it, for it only made her pleasure greater, strange as it seems.
Then, shivering for want of her come, she felt its sudden blooming surge inside her. It was only seconds away! It was going to rush over her and kill her, sweep her into the watery depths of passion! Ginger screamed like a savage. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Her orgasm swept over her with the force of a raging torrent, breaking up her body as if it were nothing at all. Ginger twisted and squirmed and tossed on the bed in absolute abandon, completely overtaken by the force of her sweet orgasm. Dimly, on the edges of her consciousness, she could sense Roger coming inside of her, spouting the gift of his sperm into the walls of her love tube. She could feel the strong, epileptic grasp of his arms as he gave himself up to the strength and insane power of his orgasm. He held Ginger as if his life depended on it. And then he relaxed, a low groan issuing from his mouth as an indication of his satisfaction. Not long after, Ginger came down from the heights of her passion.
She saw the languid body of Roger lying next to her on the bed and she felt an infinite tenderness and warm feeling for him. He had been good to her, and had given her such a good come. She ran her hand over his glistening back. He groaned from her touch. He was asleep.
From the other rooms sounds came to Ginger's ears. One woman laughed wildly. Another screamed, "Edward, don't you dare touch me there! At least not in public." At this there was some bawdy laughing.
But Ginger became indignant at the whole occurrence. Why shouldn't people have the freedom to touch other people wherever they want? Wasn't that the whole point and thrust of her new clothing concept. If people were afraid to touch others anywhere at all, then surely this timidity reflected to other activities as well. Didn't this prudishness also imply a timid and prudish attitude toward science and adventure and business, and experimentation. If people could not be liberated in this most basic sexual instinct, how could they expect to be liberated in other areas of living? To Ginger's mind there seemed to be no question that sexual delicacy bred a vicious pseudo delicacy in other aspects of living as well.
Aroused to action, Ginger got up from the bed, careful not to disturb Roger as he slept, and put on her new dress. It felt good to have it on. She was eager to step out of the room and see what effect it would have on the company of people she had invited.
With determination she strode out of the room and into the main body of people.
She made an instant impact on everyone there.
"Oh my goodness!" said one woman.
"Hey, isn't that an absolutely wonderful idea?" said one man.
After enduring a few minutes of this sort of speculation on the part of the people around her, Ginger quietly asked, "Well, do you like it? I designed it myself."
For a moment there was silence in the room. One or two of the women seemed to be embarrassed by the dress, and even in the dim light they could be seen to be blushing.
Then one man walked up to Ginger. He had been admiring her all along, though he had not spoke up one way or the other. Now he stood right up next to her and looked down admiringly at her swelled tits.
"I think you look great in that dress," he complimented.
Ginger smiled in gratitude. In a soft, insinuating voice she asked, "What do you feel like doing to me when you see me in a dress like this?"
Not a second passed before the man had placed his arms around Ginger and had placed his full lips on Ginger's The two of them kissed passionately, tongues slipping into each other's mouths, gliding over lips and facial skin.
Ginger was as fully aroused as before. Her body ached to have another cock inside of her.
"Oh, fuck me, please," she pleaded. "I want your cock inside me. I want to see you naked and have you ram me with your shaft."
The man grabbed at Ginger's dress, and lifted it up over her head. She was fully naked before everybody. Greedily she tore at the man's clothing, and succeeded in getting it off of him. She was surprised to find the man wore no underwear. His enormous cock jutted out of the prison of his pants fully erect, throbbing like an engine in the air. Ginger stared down at the magnificent tool. She was enraptured by it. She had never seen anything so stoutly built, and yet so long. She wanted it inside of her! She wanted it this minute!
"Fuck me now!" she screamed.
The effect of this plea was electric, for the man was on top of her in an instant, and only moments later everyone in the apartment was fucking away just as furiously as were Ginger and her new man. Ginger gave herself up to the man's savage pistoning her, imagining in her mind the massive communal come that would resound through the walls of her apartment as everyone screamed in ecstasy. And what bigger things lay beyond that? The building? The whole block? The city after that? Who could tell? For the moment Ginger closed her eyes, and then she groaned as she felt the tremor of her approaching come.