Chapter 1
"Come on," Frank said. "Let's go to my place."
And with that they left the party that Joe Sims was giving in his Village apartment. Frank took her to his apartment on the upper West Side with no trouble at all. Ginger had found him immediately attractive-he was medium height and trimly built and she was very pleased and flattered by his attention.
Interested he was, along with fifteen other guys at the party. She had made sure of that. Her mini dress was minimal top and bottom, showing off her best qualities. Her thighs were slim, white and wonderfully contoured, her breasts were plump mounds clearly showing above her neckline. Frank's gaze had followed them all evening. And she had encouraged it.
Once or twice she had brushed his arm with her tits. She had nice breasts, soft, spongy, lovely to touch, Frank was sure, and heaven to look at.
She had been very candid with him from the very first. "I'm a salesgirl at a boutique in the Eighties," she started. "I'm twenty-two," she continued. She told him that at present she didn't have a boyfriend and really felt the need for one. A need for love and sex, she ended.
If that wasn't enough to get him interested, really interested, she didn't know what would.
It wasn't long after they'd met before they were on the way to Frank's apartment.
It was late, so traffic was no problem. And they made great time.
"Oh, this is lovely," Ginger said entering his apartment.
"I think you're very nice," Frank answered, not really hearing her.
"Mmmmmmm-" Ginger said with a smile. "Would you elaborate on that?" Her voice trailed off.
"My pleasure," Frank answered, wrapping his arms around her, and kissing her hard on the mouth as his fingers massaged her breasts.
"How long is your prick?" she asked, her lips touching his.
"How long would you like it to be?" he asked.
"Long enough to give me what I want," she murmured. Slowly she ran her finger along the outline of his cock, feeling it thicken to a fat erection beneath his pants.
"It's nice," she mumbled. "I like it."
She lowered herself until her face was inches from his crotch. With nimble fingers, she unzipped his fly. Frank's prick sprang out of its prison.
"Mmmmmm-" she mumbled approvingly, kissing the head of his prick. Frank watched the girl with pleasure from above, wetting his lips. He thought about how much he wanted her. He could imagine sliding his cock between her slim lovely willing thighs and pumping her madly.
She looked up at him smiling.
She leaned forward, taking his extended prick into her moist mouth, gliding her tongue wetly up and down its sensitive underside, drawing her mouth up and down while she sucked.
"Oh, that's nice," he moaned, raking his hands through her flowing red hair. "You have a good mouth."
"A fucking good mouth," she corrected, rubbing her chin against his shaft.
"A fucking good mouth," he repeated, drawing her up to him. "I'm going to fuck that mouth," he groaned.
In a moment he had taken off his pants, his prick stretching out like a spear.
"Come on," he said hoarsely, his voice cracking with excitement. He led her quickly down the hall to the bedroom.
Ginger smiled at him.
"Oh hurry," she whispered, rubbing herself against him. And in a very low whisper she added, "I want you to fuck me-fuck me good."
She sat breathlessly on the edge of the bed and lifted her dress over her head. She took off her panties, watching Frank all the while, a smile constant on her face.
"Do you like it?" she asked as her cunt became visible.
"Yes," he answered, burning with desire to stick himself into her. His prick jerked nervously with excitement and anticipation as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Yes, I love your cunt. Your sweet fucking cunt." He loved any cunt, anything he could fuck.
"I can't wait any longer for you to ram me. My clit is twitching, I'm so hot for you. I want you, baby. I want your fingers, your mouth, your dick," she ended.
Roughly he tossed himself onto her, hardly able to restrain himself. He wanted to fuck her immediately, without wasting anymore time. He tried hard to control himself. Her mouth pressed hard over his, and his wet tongue slid further into her mouth, search toward the back of her throat. Soon, he promised himself, soon he would slip his hungry prick into her warm, wet cunt.
Frank watched with mounting interest as she finished slipping out of her clothes. She cupped her hands under her breasts and pressed them, massaging the pink tips.
She walked over and lay beside him on the bed. The smell of her naked, soft flesh beside him made him move his lips with excitement.
"Eat me," she said.
Frank quickly placed his head between Ginger's parted thighs, smelling the musty odor of her cunt. He kissed her hairy mound. It was moist. He could see the tiny beads of moisture forming on her smooth white skin.
"That's right," Ginger moaned, as she closed her eyes enjoying his tongue. "That's right, Frank darling. Spread my lips and love my wet cunt."
Frank was hardly aware of her speaking to him. The closeness of her hot flesh excited him greatly. Gently he spread apart her two flaps of flesh and snuggled his face deeply into her thighs. Her curly pubic hairs tickled his nose, as he ran his tongue over her stiffened clit.
Ginger opened her legs wider as he kissed her there, pressing his lips on her pussy. Her buttocks tensed with pleasure as she pressed her cunt closer to him, trying to imbed his face deep into her mushy vulva. His tongue ran madly between her swollen lips and flicked up to her clit which he bit with his lips and lashed with his tongue.
"Oh, that's good," Ginger moaned. "That's what I want, your tongue playing with my ripe red clit, making me go crazy. Oh yesss-yess-yes! Do that."
Frank's hands slid up the side of her body and clamped cruelly into her soft fatty ass. Ginger bucked from the strong sting of his fingers and growled with pleasure as his hands clenched harder on her ass and his tongue did crazy things to her swollen love-crazy clit. She was wet with perspiration.
Frank pulled his face back a moment and, grasping Ginger's ankles, drew them back till they were tucked in next to her soft ass.
With his finger he pressed the area of her vagina while his tongue lashed her clit. Ginger's mouth clenched from the feeling knotted up inside her.
"Oh that's beautiful," she said, gyrating her hips to get more of the pleasurable sensations being born in her crotch, greedy for the pleasure that her body was giving her.
He placed his tongue into her love-tube. In and out he moved in its slickness, in and out of Ginger's starved clit, his face pressed against her thighs. Her legs thrashed about, hardly able to withstand the feelings that ran through her.
Frank ran his tongue into her faster, now seeing that Ginger was going crazy.
"Oh please, keep going. I'm coming. It's so damn good-oh so very good."
Still talking in low-toned whispers, her lips rocked to aid his darting tongue. He felt the warm moist straining flesh of her hips hitting gently against his face as Ginger strove to attain her climax.
'That's right," she kept encouraging. "Harder. Now. Now, I'm coming. Harder. I can't stand it any longer. I'm exploding. Oh help me. Please. I'm coming-ohhhh. I'm com-ohhhhh-" .
She exploded. She stiffened suddenly on the mattress as her juice poured out of her and she moaned with delight. She trembled and jerked while the mattress beneath her creaked from their violent motions.
Frank watched with almost insuppressible excitement. Her soft belly slapped softly against his face as she tossed up and down, oblivious to him. He watched her breasts bounce like dancers on her chest. His mouth and throat were dry from excitement as he saw her completely engulfed by her orgasm, by the tongue-fuck He was afraid he would come in a few seconds. He could feel his come making his thick prick tingle from excitement. It wanted to shoot up and out of him, to nestle in the sweet mush of Ginger's body. Frank was mad with lust for her.
Before she'd stopped her tossings, Frank took hold of her body and held her steady. Quickly he inserted his prick into her vagina.
I'm almost there, he thought. A few pumps into her cunt and I'll explode. I could explode right now, but I want to do it while I'm inside her.
"Be still," he said to her as she squirmed beneath him. "Be still, you bitch."
As soon as he was in he rocked up and down inside her, his hard aching prick immediately feeling as if it were pumping in a barrel of honey. She was so good and smooth. His prick went wild.
"What're you doing," Ginger said in anguish. "It feels so impossible there. It hurts. It's so good, it hurts. Please don't. I can't stand it."
But Frank pumped her, wanting his pleasure, and intent on getting it. Ginger's face was contorted, overwhelmed by the feeling as his sliding prick generated in her sensitive cunt.
In a moment Frank came. His prick shot out its love juice and he went crazy over her body, clutching at her, digging his fingers into her soft, swelling, resilient flesh, cupping his mouth over her breasts, digging into them with his teeth, feeling the hard little nipple with his wet, hungry tongue, feeling the softness of the womanly body beneath him as it gave in to his every pressure, his every touch and caress.
Some while later, when they had both calmed down some, Ginger touched her hand to Frank's now limp prick.
"You have a lot of talent," she said.
"Me or my prick," he asked.
"Both. You're inseparable. Was I good for you?"
"Very good, Ginger. You've got a magic cunt. It's very hungry. It loves to be fucked."
Ginger laughed. "I know. And I also know that you're a man who knows how to do it. You know how to drive my senses wild. That's what I want. To go wild beneath the straining body of a man like you. To feel that I'm giving you pleasure, just as your hot, stiff rod jams into me loaded with fuck-love."
"You must have been had by lots of men," Frank observed, placing his hand on her large, glistening breast and playing over the nipple with his index finger.
"I don't keep count. And besides, not all men are the same. Some men are boys."
"What about me?"
"You?" she asked kittenishly. "I'd say you were about equal to two men."
They both laughed at this, and Frank slid his hsnd from her breast all the way down to her cunt, and fingered her as he gave her a French kiss.
Ginger wrapped her arms around Frank's strong neck and held him close. She was eager for more fucking, as he was, and in very short order, the two of them were coupling again, the mattress groaning under the weight of the two bodies straining on it, rocking and working for the achievement of a sweet, lovely, nerve-tearing orgasm.