Chapter 3
It was later that afternoon, when Ginger was out to lunch, that she had the opportunity to meet another man who might satisfy the crazed and impelling desires that toyed with her constantly, demanding sexual satisfaction.
She was seated at an automat eating a sandwich. Her thoughts had again turned to intercourse. In her mind's eye she reviewed the scene of herself and Frank writhing impassioned on the hard floor of the shop. The scenes themselves, and the remembrance of the sensations she had felt, were enough to excite her immensely. She felt her body tingle inside as she recalled how Frank had rammed her with his hungry cock. And the thought that at any moment someone might have walked in and seen them fucking on the floor teased her senses to even greater excitement. She tried to control her craving but only managed to suppress it enough for the moment so that it did not erupt in all its nakedness and make her melt limp and pleading before the first man who looked as if he might give her a good lay.
"May I sit next to you?" asked a masculine voice suddenly.
Ginger felt sparks shoot through her body. She felt herself grow limp and weak. Fiercely, she struggled with her emotions, trying to suppress and control them, to keep her cravings from overrunning her and dominating her completely.
Turning, she felt a pit form in her throat when she saw the handsome man looking down at her with fascinated eyes and a devilish smile on his face.
"You don't mind, do you?" the man repeated, this time not waiting for a reply before sitting himself next to her.
Try as she might, Ginger could not help from feeling drawn to the man, who introduced himself as Mike. At first, he did much of the talking, explaining that he was an artist, and telling of his work. He had a very engaging way of speaking, and this coupled with a melodious and sweet voice was enough to let Ginger know that the worst had happened. Already, as he talked of other things, she was imagining the feel of his strong, supple body next to hers, the feel of his flaming cock into her screaming wet pussy. She felt helpless and completely at his mercy.
"Won't you come along with me now? I can show you my work," he suggested at the end of the meal.
Ginger's mind was a whirlpool of impulses. This was the oldest ply in the world. She wanted desperately not to give in to him. What would Frank think of her? Shouldn't she be faithful to him? Wasn't he her lover? But opposed to this was the overwhelming fact of Mike's presence. The attention he had showered on her in the past minutes joined with her insistent craving for a man's cock to create a force impossible to say no to.
"I'd be glad to," she found herself saying almost automatically, against her will.
In a matter of minutes she was on her way to his apartment, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers tickling her flesh, sending hot spasms of desire for him through her body. She felt a tingling in her pussy.
"Here we are," he said, opening the door to his apartment and ushering her in. "How do you like it?"
She hardly had time to look around the room and give him an answer before she felt his arms encircle her waist and press her urgently to his firm body. His lips showered her face and neck with wet, hungry kisses. Her own lips moved actively over his face, and in a moment found the slippery warmth of his wandering mouth and traveled wetly over them. His eager tongue sought hers out and danced inside her open mouth.
She felt violent tremors searing through the whole length of her body. Her cunt was screaming with hotness and lust. These powerful emotions frightened her, and she pushed herself away from Mike's ardent grasp.
"No, we mustn't-" she started, dazed by the strength of her hunger for him.
"Why not, Ginger?" he asked. "I'm sure you want it as badly as I do. You need it, so why fight? Why not give in and enjoy it?"
He gripped her forcefully again, and Ginger was in a tormoil. His firm surging body pressed against hers, electrifying her, making her body fall limply against his, melting onto him. Her breasts swelled and the dark buds of her nipples hardened as she felt the hot jets of his breath spread over her neck. Mike kissed her wildly.
"No-stop," she appealed to him, breaking with him once more.
He looked at her with anger and frustration plainly evident on his face.
Ginger didn't know what to do, what to think. What would Frank think if he were to find out? Why wasn't Frank here now? Where had he been when she needed him again so desperately? Why hadn't he been there to satisfy her and fulfill her? Wasn't it his fault, really, that she was in the circumstances she now found herself in?
Ginger was rationalizing her desires, and she knew it. But she couldn't help herself. She wanted to get laid so badly. And Mike was here with her, and Frank wasn't. She wanted a man's cock inside of her with such intensity that she thought she would faint.
Mike strode hotly up to her and gripped her so savagely that Ginger thought she would die. But his great ardor and passion decided her. She gave herself up to him completely, come what may.
"Ohh," she groaned almost inaudibly into Mike's ear, "I need you so badly. I want your cock like I never wanted anything."
Excitedly, Mike pulled at Ginger's dress, trying to free her body.
"No," Ginger protested weakly, "I have nothing else. I-"
Mike hadn't waited for her to finish before he was frantically unzipping her dress, impatiently pulling it off her. Ginger breathed heavily as she felt Mike's urgent fingers running over her well-curved body, removing her dress. After the dress was off, Mike did the same with her bra and panties. In a moment, Ginger was naked.
Mike stood before her, stunned as his eyes roamed over each curve of her enticing body.
His eyes popped at the size of her out-pointed breasts which bobbed gently as she breathed.
"Hurry," Ginger implored. "Hurry and strip. I need your fat cock inside me."
In an instant Mike was hurriedly pulling at his garments, stripping himself before the avid gaze of Ginger.
When he was finally naked, Ginger gasped at the size of his erect, flaming cock as it swayed drunkenly in the air, mesmerizing her and making her mouth dry in quivering anticipation.
"Oh," Ginger cried out in relief and thanksgiving as she and Mike clasped arms around each other, pressing each other close, kissing each other savagely and with complete abandon over every inch of their bodies. Ginger was mad with the feel of Mike's fat cock pressed up against the resilient smooth white flesh of her thighs.
Mike pulled her down to the nearby couch and spread himself over the full length of her body. His lips encompassed hers and sucked on them savagely. He slid his tongue wetly over hers while his hands impulsively streamed over her body, clutching at the globes of her ass, moving hotly over her large hips to feel the wetted pad of her Mount of Venus.
"Mike, darling," Ginger murmured, "put your finger into me. Slip into me, please."
Mike's linger toyed with the springy black hairs that covered her cunt and in a moment had dropped his finger into the cleft of her wet vulva, while he continued to kiss her and play his tongue around her mouth.
Great wells of heat poured mercilessly through Ginger's body, as Mike's finger massaged her swelling angry clit. His fingers seemed like embers thrust deeply into her, making her scream with great bursts of pleasure, bursts that anguished her at the same time that they threw her to summits of satisfaction.
Mike's hard, hairy body held hers down as she squirmed in seas of pleasure. The frantic searchings of his tongue inside her mouth sent great spears of unquenched lust lunging through her, hurting her with their force and power.
Mike moved so that he could kiss Ginger's breasts. He cupped his hands around them, gripping them strongly at first, then caressing them softly and lingeringly, while his mouth planted itself over one hard, peaked nipple and his tongue flicked madly over it.
Ginger's body tingled like a live wire.
"You're driving me out of my senses," she screamed. "You're making my whole body flow like lava, hot fucking lava under your body. I can feel your thick tool against my legs. Mike, you know I want it so much. You know I want you to send your fat cock smashing into my cunt But not now. I want you to make me go insane from my need for it. I want you to make me want it so much that I'll do anything you say in order to get you to fuck me with that huge incredible prick. You know that don't you? That I want you to fuck me into ninth heaven with your atom-smashing cock? That I want to be cocked till I'm dizzy?"
Mike didn't answer, intent on exploring her body with his fingers and tongue. He let her babble on by herself. She did not need replies. It excited her to talk to the man who was laying her. It made her more excited to hear herself describe how much she wanted to get fucked. It was as if she were getting laid in the ears as well as anywhere else.
"I'm so glad you came up to me today. I could tell immediately you had a good fat, hungry cock. And you could tell I needed it. You knew I needed a man's cock slamming into my greedy cunt, rifling my treasure. I need sex so badly. I need to have you licking me all over the way you are, touching my exploding clit, making it go frantic, loving the way you smoothly rub it.
"I've only known you for less than an hour but I feel as if we've know each other for years, you know my body so well, touching it where it loves to be touched. I love to have you exploring between the pinched lips of my vulva. Mike, I want you to fuck me now. I'm ready for it. I'm streaming, I'm all liquid. Fuck me now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Ginger groaned loudly as Mike's thrusting cock speared into her depths, burying itself deeply into her as she pushed her ample hips hard against him to draw him into her. He rocked in and out as Ginger threw her arms around him in an agony of excitement, her nails digging into the flesh of his back, pulling him to her.
"Fuck me. Harder, harder, harder," she pleaded.
Ginger was half-crazed by his forceful lunges. Mike's thick cock rammed its way into the clutching, hot depths of Ginger's palpitating cunt, pushing her to new heights of sexual excitement.
Ginger's mouth avidly kissed the face of the man above her, her tongue slurping its way all over him.
"More," she pleaded, "more, more, more. Fuck me more."
Urged on by Ginger's wild pleadings, Mike plunged deeply and menacingly inside of her, his balls slapping against her buttocks. Ginger pressed herself tightly against Mike, seeking to give his cock every opportunity to punch more deeply into her body, evoking from her the sensations that drove her to unimaginable heights of pleasure. She thrashed and squirmed beneath his hard, hairy body, beside herself with ecstasy. Mike's cock flew in and out of her like a sword, cutting her up, shattering her nerves, sending sensations like spears through her body.
"Oh you fucking cock," she moaned passionately, locking her arms around him. "You're making me come. You're tearing me apart with your wild prick. I'm coming, I'm coming."
Her fingers scratched deeply along Mike's back as her orgasm swept over her, and the hot gush of Mike's sperm bathed the insides of her quivering vagina. Ginger was breathless and half-unconscious, completely shattered. Her legs were wrapped possessively around Mike's torso, not wishing to lose the man who had given Ginger such lovely and cruelly pleasing satisfaction.