Chapter 5
Ginger had been resting lazily on her couch, her feet tucked beneath her and a glass of heavily diluted gin in one hand when the phone rang. When she had returned not long before, she had showered and grabbed a bite to eat. The remembrance of the extraordinary fuck she had received at the hands, or at the pricks, of those children had exhilarated her and excited her at the same time. She recalled avidly the dancing sensations her skin had been subjected to, and even now thrilled to them. She had never done it before, and she was glad she had had the guts, or anger, to try. She supposed she could attribute the whole incident to modest and mannish Maureen. Actions and reactions among people lead to strange results, she pondered philosophically.
But putting aside such heavy thoughts, she picked up the receiver and said "Hello?" in a voice loaded with sex and suggestiveness.
It was Frank.
"Is it okay if I come over tonight?" he asked. It was, emphatically.
Although Ginger had been through a lot today, and though her body had been given as much stimulation and excitement as any normal person would want, she was as ready now for the pleasures of the flesh as she had been in the morning. More so, even. Her body was like a high performance sports car, it thrived on the hard and demanding use which in short order would' reduce ordinary cars to junk, but which inversely acted on it, making it better fit for use.
In no time Frank had arrived and Ginger ushered him in.
"Hello," he said admiringly, as his eyes feasted on the ripe mounds of her breasts as they bulged above the neckline of her outfit. It was made of some sheer material which clung to her body like a glove, showing off her every curve to advantage.
Ginger smiled sweetly and offered Frank a drink. Together they sat on the couch and sipped from their glasses, and talked together.
Ginger wondered whether she should tell Frank about the incident with the children. The notion of it inflamed her mind and sent a pleasurable charge of fire through her body. But she wondered how he would react to it. Would he be disgusted? Some people might be. Would he? She wasn't certain. She gazed at him carefully, trying to gauge his mind from the way he spoke, but she couldn't tell for certain one way or another.
Frank apparently noticed that something was on her mind. "Is something bothering you?' he asked her solicitously.
"What makes you say that?" Ginger asked a little nervously.
"You weren't paying attention to me. Your mind seemed to be wandering. Is something the matter?' He watched her closely.
Ginger bit her hp for an instant before she started. "Frank, how do you feel about "Pederasts,"
"About what?" Frank asked laughing.
"Pederasts," she repeated simply, lowering her eyes, "people who molest children." Ginger felt a spasm of excitement make its tour through her body as she heard the words come from her lips. She was terribly aware of Frank's close, almost overbearing gaze.
"is there something you wanted to tell me?" Frank asked, more seriously now. He leaned closer to Ginger, and placing his hand onto her arm and squeezing her gently he continued, "If there's something that's happened to you, or something that you'd like to tell me, please come out and say it. Don't be afraid. I'd like to hear it."
Ginger looked deeply at him. "Yes, I'd like to tell you about it," she said, getting excited by the notion of confessing. Frank's concern and openness disarmed her, and she wanted to tell him everything. "This evening after work, while I was walking to the subway, I stopped to pick up a ball that some children had lost and ... and ... well I seduced four boys in the auditorium of a school."
She looked nakedly at Frank. He was staring at her, and she could see that after the first swell of disbelief, his face became transformed by lust and excitement.
"Go on," he said in a rasping voice, "tell me about it. Tell me what you did."
Ginger became infected by his voyeuristic craving, and she felt her own body bathed in a gently sweeping glow of excitement.
"I'd been angry, because of something that had happened at work, and when I saw the boy whose ball I'd picked up, a tremendous lust swept over me. My mind was all confusion, and I didn't know what was happening, but I was calculating too and I deliberately tricked him into coming with me into the auditorium, and even had him bring his friends. There were three of them."
She stopped a moment to ascertain what effect this was having on Frank. He was watching her eagerly.
"Go on," he encouraged.
"Well," Ginger began, feeling again the emotions she had undergone, "I took one of them and began to fondle him. He grew very excited, as he clutched at me. I was not for him, and I watched the expressions on his face, and felt my body become overwhelmed with lust and heat. When he came, he wrapped himself around me, moaning and gasping something fierce. I was so stimulated that I thought I'd come then and there. But I didn't. The other boys were watching us. They were excited out of their minds. One of them asked me if what I'd done was called fucking, and then he asked me for a piece of ass. That tore my mind out of me. I was wild for his slim little white body. I wanted his stiff little prick inside of me. My cunt was sopping wet. I could feel the drops of moisture clinging to my thighs, and trading all the way down my legs, driving me wild with lust. I took one of them and stripped him. The sight of his little body excited me more than I can tell. I gazed at his stiff little rod as if I'd never seen one before in my life. I held it in my hand, caressing it and making the boy groan with pleasure. Then I put it into my cunt, and told him what to do. I was wild with excitement. I could have come at the slightest provocation. He slammed his erect prick into my wet channel. My mind was a jungle of snaking sensations. I was unbelievably aroused. I ordered the other boys to take off their clothings, and had them fall onto me. I took one of them and stuffed his prick into my mouth. I made him come, and he wrapped his naked body around my face. A moment later I came too. It was unbelievable. I'd never had it like that. My whole body was alive with movement. It took control of me completely. I twisted and squirmed on the floor half out of my mind."
Ginger halted her narrative. Frank was next to her. She could feel his excited breathing coming in strong hot jets along her neck and down onto her breasts. His dark black eyes were alive with sexual hunger.
For a moment neither of them said anything, mesmerized by each other, and then Frank said slowly, apparently deriving pleasure from it, "So my little Ginger is a pederast."
Ginger nodded briefly, hurt, and she lowered her gaze. She felt shamed.
But she was suddenly overwhelmed by the hot, surging wet lips that sought out her mouth in a lunge of heat and desire, and she answered the crushing force of Frank's kiss with an equally active pressure of her own. Their lips slid wetly against each other, their tongues seeking each other out and doing an impassioned dance together. Frank imprisoned her body in his arms, and pressed her close to him as his tongue flicked into her hot wet mouth. Ginger felt her breasts swell up like balloons and her dark little nipples harden with excitement. Her breathing came in quick spurts, and her eyes were closed, leaving her fully under the sweeping power of the deep kiss that flamed in her mouth and made her body feel warm and submissive.
It was Frank who broke off the kiss, and he looked wonderingly at Ginger, who still had her eyes closed in rapture. She sighed deeply before she opened them to look again at Frank.
"I'm so glad you didn't get angry with me. I was afraid you might. I was afraid of worse than that. I thought you might leave me and call me a cheap whore, who corrupts children."
Frank reached his arm out and gave her breast a reassuring squeeze. "Don't think that, Ginger. I wouldn't throw you out. You're a remarkable woman. You have a sexual urge that most women couldn't match by any stretch of the imagination. And you have the adventuresomeness to pursue it."
Ginger looked at him, gratefulness and desire merged inextricably in her eyes.
"Kiss me," she pleaded.
In answer Frank gripped her tightly to him and pressed his lips to her eager mouth. She felt a great desire for him torching through her curvaceous body, and she let herself melt limply against his hard, firm body, molding herself against his powerful form, enjoying the hot searching of his snaking tongue as it slipped inside her mouth She felt his prick hard and jerking behind the material of his pants. The thought of it thirsting and throbbing to get into her anxious cunt made her swoon under a wave of excitement for him. She clung tightly to his urgent body and circled her smooth white arms around him. The jets of his quickened breath spread hotly over her moist skin.
Still kissing her, Frank drew his hand over the pliable curves of her body, bringing them to her breasts, gripping them in a clenched iron hand, squeezing the mass of erectile tissue.
Ginger tore her mouth from Frank's kiss and in a panting, gasping voice, pleaded, "Frank, fuck me. Oh please fuck me. I need your fat rod inside my cunt."
Frank responded to her need. Avidly he pulled at her garment, succeeding in a moment to draw it off of her magnificent and stimulated body. Ginger was weak from the roughness with which he had disrobed her. She knew Frank would be pleased to find that she wore no bra now, and her anticipation was not in vain, for he now stared at the two burning mounds before him, his eyes eating up their voluptuous forms. Impassioned beyond restraint he planted his lips on their nipples and sucked on them with great ferocity. Ginger groaned softly as his rough tongue lapped over them, teasing them, pressing against them. While he fondled her tits he ran his hand down to her cunt, and after a preliminary caressive gesture over her well-haired mound he slipped his finger into the wet, dreamy depths of her cleft. Ginger stirred with pleasure.
"Oh Frank, that feels so good. Better than any child's prick."
Frank kissed her tits more ardently when he heard this, smothering his face in their soft white flesh. Ginger moaned under his hot caresses and kisses, and she groaned to him, "Frank strip. Strip for me. I need to see your fat cock, I want to see your gigantic cock, to feel it, to kiss it."
Quickly Frank undid the buttons of his shirt, and after tossing it away uncaringly, he climbed out of his pants and briefs, impatient to get back to Ginger.
Frank stood straight for a moment, his hungry cock bobbing in the air, making jerking motions, pointed like a missile right for Ginger. Her throat went dry as she gazed half drunkenly at the huge staff. She tried to say something, but the words caught in her throat. She clutched at her neck, helpless, feeling a great fire consuming her, flaming up inside of her, seizing her till she didn't know what she was doing. "Oh Frank," she mumbled, drawing him to her, taking the mammoth cock into her white hands, admiring the huge took, letting her eyes feast on the network of blue veins that streaked along it, before she started to kiss it wantonly, passionately, running her tongue on the huge glans.
like a woman starved, she stuffed it greedily into her red-lipped mouth, clasping her lips around the thick red shaft. In hurried, avid strokes she ran her wet lips and tongue up and down its creamy length. The feel of its smooth rigidity sent spasms of heat through her, and she drew her mouth along the hardened tool more quickly.
Frank moaned heavily from the pleasure of it, and he lapped his tongue over the cream that coated her vulval lips. Holding her smooth white thighs wide apart, he buried his face into the depths of her fork. His tongue flew madly over the private parts of her anatomy, his searching tongue moving wetly into every crevice and fold of her cunt.
Ginger convulsed from the movements of his expert tongue, and her hips gyrated from intense pleasure. She was breathing deeply and intense pleasure. Her mind and body were filled with lust. She was breathing deeply and heavily, fully excited now, and her expelled breath ran along the length of Frank's staff, making his stringy pubic hairs sway from its great force.
Frank pressed down more firmly on Ginger's broad twitching hips, locking them down more securely, spreading them apart, keeping them from engulfing his face as Ginger uncaringly wrapped them around his face, making him prisoner of the wild seething feelings he induced in her gorgeous and so easily excitable body.
Frank's hips pistoned into Ginger's face, sending his cock deeply into her straining mouth, drawing it out, thrashing it in again, his crotch fully meeting with Ginger's face. Ginger thought she would choke from the force and depth of these mammoth surges into the hot redness of her mouth, but she wanted it. It made her wild to be used so brutally by Frank, and the feel of his black pubic hairs brushing against the silken white skin of her face made her want Frank to send his big red cock so deeply into her mouth that it would kill her, that the force of it would split her apart, letting her hot insides gush out, impaled on the strong shaft of his bursting rod.
As she felt herself coming she increased the violence of her movements along his prick. Her hips gyrated as she felt the snaky wetness of Frank's tongue searching its way along the tight pulsating tube of her cunt. She longed to wrap her white thighs around his face down there and imprison his warm tongue forever in her trembling cunt. The sensations his piece of red meat induced were like a great ravaging fire inside her, a great demolishing dynamite explosion. She feared it and craved it at the same time. She was afraid it would leave her body wrecked by its force and power, but could not help but want that power and force with every particle and drop of passion inside her.
Frank's tongue slipped into her more deeply now, and more rapidly, making Ginger almost faint. His cock was surging in her mouth, and his tongue was searching in her cunt. If they both exploded at the same time the effects would be shattering, she was sure. But this was no time for caution. With greater and greater violence, she bucked her hips in answer to the seekings of his tongue, helping it deeper into her creamy channel, while at the same time she sucked with all the determination of an asp on Frank's supercharged cock. Ginger felt her come to be imminent and she thrashed around on the couch as much as she could under the strong pressure of Frank's weight, trying to achieve those vital last charges of sensation which would tumble her headlong into the blinding seas of ultimate orgasm. She longed for it, her mind sick from craving it.
At last it started, like a hurricane that built up and built up acquiring greater and greater force till finally it swept triumphantly over the whole of her body, making her thrash and thrash on the couch, squirming under Frank's firm hard body, his heaving prick still in her mouth. She felt her love juice spreading like an ocean out of her, onto Frank's tongue, into his mouth, onto his face. And in a moment, she felt the first tremors of his orgasm as she felt the drops of sperm accumulate at the tip of his glans, then in a great rush, felt the strong, warm spurt of his love serum as it gushed like a geyser all over the walls of her already full mouth, splashing over her aching tongue, falling down her esophagus. Frank pistoned her, grasping her buttocks in a mindless blind frenzy of his own. He clutched at her as desperately as a shipwrecked mariner, lost on the seas of passion.
Ginger sighed when, afterwards, Frank removed his deflating cock from her sperm-filled mouth. She gulped down the last drops of his sweet love juice, as the two of them extricated themselves from each other.
Ginger was exhausted. Frank put his arm around her.
"Baby, that was wonderful," he said, kissing her softly and tenderly on the lips. She gave him a sated smile, but she knew she was sated only for the moment, and that not long from now her need for sex would regenerate, making her need and want it again. But for the moment she basked in the warm glow that suffused her body, and under the appreciative kisses and caresses that Frank gave her. Even now, she felt a faint stirring in her body, and thought for a brief moment of the fuck Frank would give her later on tonight, before they went finally to sleep in each other's arms. Who could tell. Perhaps they would do it a third time even, before retiring for the night. It was so good to have a hungry cock slamming into her moist pussy, she thought to herself, feeling, Frank's face imbedded fondly in her neck.