Chapter 2
After the exquisite pleasure of the night before Ginger had been reluctant to start off for work the next morning. Although she had remained in Frank's strong and possessive arms all night long, her hunger for him had not in the least abated when she awoke. She had wanted him to fuck her again, and gingerly she had caressed his limp prick as he slept beside her, and though he had muttered a groan of pleasure he had nevertheless turned around, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. Ginger felt frustrated. She returned to her apartment, got herself ready for work, and left. All she could think about as she traveled to the dress shop was Frank's powerful rod slamming into her, evoking sensation which drove her body wild. She wanted to have sex again badly, and resented how inconsiderate Frank had been to have denied it to her this morning. In her mind's eye she had intercourse with each handsome male who traveled in the subway with her that morning, but of course that was not nearly as good as doing it for real. There was one guy who seemed to show as much interest in her as she did in him. She encouraged him by smiling at him as she delicately brought her hand to her breast and fondled it very gently for a moment through her dress. She hoped that this would excite the man enough to make him at least come and talk with her. She could take care of things from there, and find a way to get him to fuck her that morning, when she wanted it. But unfortunately the man did not do as Ginger hoped, and stayed on the subway, stupidly looking at her as she got off. That made her angry. What good was a man who just looked at her hungrily if what he wanted was to have his thick rod delving inside of her hungry cunt?
After a few hours in the dress shop, Ginger was crazy with desire. She had a devil of a time keeping herself composed and controlled enough to deal with the women who came into the shop to look at the dresses and scarves and shawls there. She gazed longingly at each man who passed by, and hoped one of them would come in and screw her, answering her call through ESP or telepathy. She didn't care how the guy knew as long as he came. She was burning with the desire which Frank had started flaming inside her.
The phone rang, and answering it, Ginger was overjoyed to find that it was Frank.
"Get your ass over here, you prick," she said to him immediately. "I'm crazy for you. I have to have you again, now. No, there's no one else here. Maureen won't be here for awhile. Hurry, I don't know if I can stand waiting for you."
Ginger's mind was wild with anticipation.
As soon as Frank entered the door, she ran into his arms, glorying in his strong, manly embrace.
"I thought you'd never come," she whispered in relief. "I needed you so much. Come on. This way."
She took his hand and led him to a back room and there, out of sight of anyone who might come in, pressed her lips passionately against his.
He answered her need, running his tongue hotly over hers, slipping it into her mouth, becoming more aroused by the second. Her pliant body pressed against his. Ginger ran her hands over his back making them into claws and raking them over him.
"Hurry," she said hotly, "I need your tool inside of me."
Quickly he unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. He flicked his fingers over her nipples and caressed her breasts, squeezing them as Ginger accommodatingly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
His hands moved quickly over her yearning body and he wiped her face with kisses. With his mouth sucking on Ginger's breast, he took his pants off and hurried out of his briefs.
His eager prick thrust out hard, bobbing in the air with lust.
"It remembers you," he said with a smile.
Ginger looked for a moment at the hungry lance with gratitude and insatiable lust. She clutched at it, taking it into her hand and massaging the thick organ. She drew herself closer to it, and with her fingers holding it gently, she pressed it against her vulva.
"Ohhhh," she sighed softly. "I'm going to get it at last."
There was an old furry rug lying against one wall. Hurriedly Frank picked it up and tossed it onto the floor.
"Lie down on this," he said brusquely.
Ginger did as he commanded, her eyes drinking him in with an unquenchable thirst.
In a moment Frank was on the rug beside her, his hands finding their way to her swelling breasts as his mouth slid over Ginger's wet, greedy lips. Their tongues moved quickly over each other, moving into each other's mouths, as Frank kept fondling Ginger's breasts and she pulled him close to her with her arms.
"Start working up my clit, Frank," she murmured, her eyes closed in anticipation.
His hand wove down her soft body till it came to her vulva. He pressed down on it, and Ginger's hips moved in response.
"Touch it, touch it," she said, her voice full of need.
Frank's fingers parted her wet, hot lips and rubbed the mush underneath before reaching the tight bud of her clit. It was not fully erect yet but it was still very large. He pressed it between his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed it harder than he should have.
"Ohhh," Ginger groaned. "That hurts. Do it more gently."
Feverishly his forefinger rubbed over the swelling red clit, making Ginger buck her hips from the feel of it. He pressed his weight against her to keep her from thrashing around too much, and pressed his face deeply into her soft thighs. His wet tongue swept over the sticky surface of her vulval lips while his finger moved like a feather over her clit, driving her mad with unstoppable lust and desire.
"Ohhh," she said in a strained voice, "oh, that's driving me out of my mind. Tongue me some more. Never stop. It feels so fucking good."
Frank's tongue whipped to even higher speeds over her vulva, and ran over her clit, and over the tight entrance to her cunt.
Ginger's breasts were pointed erectly into the air, and her body arched slightly.
Frank's tongue slipped into the constricted entrance to her vagina, gliding into the hot, syrupy depths. Ginger responded to his action with a mumbled word which Frank could not make out. He curled his tongue around inside her, touching the walls of her cunt.
"Oh Frank-" Ginger muttered softly. "Oh Frank, that's so good. Go in deeper with your tongue. Make your tongue go all the way inside of me."
Frank pressed his face right up against Ginger's wet vulva, his nose tickling her clit and his tongue straining to go more and more deeply into the wet slippery depths of her cunt. He pulled it in and out of her tube, her liquids running down her walls and into his mouth and onto his face. Her bucking movements were difficult to control and he lifted his face from her. He wanted to go into her himself.
"Frank," Ginger protested. "Why are you leaving me? Frank-"
Frank was steaming with lust for her. For a moment he looked down at her as he kneeled over her, his eyes roaming wondrously over her large, magnificent breasts. But in a moment he took his huge, turgid cock in his hand and led it into her cunt. Then he placed himself over her and slammed himself into her hard, at a feverish, compelling pace. Ginger aided his frantic efforts, her hips rising to meet his as angrily as his thrust down on hers.
Frank seemed to derive an extraordinary amount of pleasure and satisfaction from the mammoth rammings and withdrawals of his fat prick as it surged mightily inside the syrupy depths of Ginger's body. He moaned fiercely as he lunged in and out of the curvaceous body beneath him.
Ginger too was reaching peaks of enjoyment as her craving for Frank's prick was at the same time satisfied and increased with each penetration into her.
"Oh Frank, it's so good to have you tool me like that. Do it faster," she implored.
Responding to her request, Frank heaved even more mightily into Ginger with his prick, swinging it deeply into her vagina with each thrust evoking appreciative moans and mumbles from Ginger as she writhed beneath him.
"Faster Frank," she urged, while her arms wrapped imprisoningly around him, pressing him tight against her. Her large, swelled breasts were flattened out beneath the pressure of his weight.
like a hungry foraging organism, Frank's tongue and mouth sought out Ginger's lips, and he crushed them with his own lips, sucking on them savagely while his cock unremittingly delved smoothly into her depths.
Ginger spread her thighs even wider to permit him to thrust still more deeply inside her. She was drunk from the raging sensations that increasingly spread through her body. Her breathing had quickened and she was sweating beneath Frank's straining body. She was perilously close to her orgasm, and the intangible nearness of it drove her out of her mind. She needed it more than she needed auto breathe.
"Hurry Frank," she moaned. "I'm almost there. Just a little more and I'll make it. Move your cock faster Frank, faster. Make it split me apart."
Frank exploded inside her as he thrust more deeply than ever before into her tight liquid tube, his sperm gushing out of his cock and washing all over the walls of her cunt.
Almost at the same moment, Ginger reached the summit of excitation, and while Frank wrapped himself tightly as a sleeve around her body, she herself convulsed with her orgasm. She arched and bucked and twisted furiously while he rode her squirming body. It was painful for her on the hard, unresilient floor-despite the rug-but she was completely oblivious to it as her come torched through her stiffened body, twisting it up and down and sideways.
When she had calmed somewhat, Ginger sighed deeply as she lay on the floor, wrapped in Frank's sated arms.
"That felt so good, Frank," she stated softly. "I could do that forever with you. I love it so much."
Frank released his hold over her and spread himself alongside her. "Was it bad for you before I came?" he asked.
'Terrible," Ginger replied earnestly. "I was mad for you, out of my mind. What you did to me last night ruined me forever. I can't live without my sex. I have to have it. It's more important to me than anything else in the world."
"Are you sure it's all my doing?" Frank asked skeptically.
"Well," Ginger started, with a trace of a smile on her lips, "perhaps it wasn't totally your doing, but you certainly were in strong complicity with the forces sending me down the road to all-time sexuality."
"I accept the compliment," said Frank. He gripped one of Ginger's breasts and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
"And the responsibility?"
"What do you mean," asked Frank, puzzled.
"The responsibility of keeping my inordinately insatiable sexual hunger satisfied, silly," she pointed out to him in a jestingly arch way.
Before Frank could answer, the bell of the door tinkled, indicating that a customer had just entered.
"Gotta get going," said Ginger hurriedly as she leapt to her feet and quickly put on her dress. "I'm supposed to be working right now."
In a moment she had passed out of the little back room into the main area of the store. She was all coolness and composure, and Frank marveled at how quickly she could drift out of one emotional state into another.
In a short while Frank too had dressed himself and he started out of the store.
"See you later, Ginger," he called to her as he passed by on his way out.
Ginger watched him over the shoulder of the ugly old matron who was examining a silk dress. She wondered if she could hold out till tonight, when she would see him again. She wished he had not left so soon.