Chapter 7
The party that Frank took her to that evening had started off well, the music came on strong and loud, and everyone was dancing with abandon and enjoyment. Ginger felt excited and electric, as she always felt at parties. The presence of so many people digging the music and each other had a calming effect on her, numbing all her reservations and making her eager to meet new people, see and do new things. She had already had some alcohol to drink, and she felt its warm glow as it took effect on her body, making her tingle all over-making her hot.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Frank as he came towards her, bringing his dancing partner along with him.
"Yes. I'm feeling a little drunk, actually. I can't hold my liquor too well," she replied a little unsteadily. The girl with Frank at the moment was pretty, and Ginger felt a brief stab of jealousy when she thought he had wanted, even if for one or two dances, to perform with this other girl. But her jealousy quickly subsided as she realized that she was as free to pick and choose among the men as he was to make forays into the woman-talent.
After she had danced a couple of times she felt very loose inside, and heated as well. She stepped over to the side to rest a while, and in a moment she felt the presence of someone next to her.
"Hi," said the man next to her, looking at her with plainly evident hunger in his eyes. He introduced himself as John.
"Its hot in here," he said conversationally.
"It certainly is," she confirmed, looking into his deep brown eyes. She felt her dress clinging to her moistly. She wished it were cooler, and that a breeze were blowing through the apartment. "It's probably because of all these bodies twisting and swaying around. It generates a lot of heat."
"I know what you mean," said John. "I feel a little uncomfortable myself." He took a drink from his glass. "Do you want to take a walk outside? I think it would be refreshing."
"Okay," Ginger smiled at him, admiring his good looks and fine body.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and together they started out. There was a breeze blowing, and as soon as they reached the street, they felt it running over them. Ginger's skin tingled from it. She took a deep breath, feeling her breasts rise up high on her body. She could almost feel the way John's eyes ran over her firming tits, admiring their fullness and smoothness. Ginger thrilled to the hunger that she aroused in him so quickly. Her body was such a potent object, she thought smugly. In the back of her mind she recalled the girl Frank had held to him, and felt that being here with John constituted a sort of revenge for his fickleness. Of course she had herself been somewhat fickle in the past few days, but there was an extraordinary and strong justification for it. She simply had an inordinate sex drive. Frank himself had told her so. In view of this she let her emotions have full reign, letting them feed on the lustful glances that John showered over her well-curved body. She snuggled up close to him, melting herself snugly against him. She liked the feel of his nicely-formed body, and was excited by the smell of his cologne. She liked a man to smell nice when he was with her.
"Do you have a car?" she asked him.
He shook his head sadly, and Ginger imagined how much he regretted it at this moment. It pleased her to think of how much he would want to drive his thickened cock into her tight, close-fitting vaginal channel.
"That's too bad," she said wistfully, as they walked along the dark night street together. "It would have been nice to go for a drive with you."
She noticed the way his breath quickened after she said this, and she pressed her voluptuous body more closely against him, heightening his excitement. Her hand pressed suggestively over his waist, and fell slightly on his hips. She wanted his excitement to smolder for a while. It made her red hot to watch a man grow more and more hungry and desirous for her, till finally he couldn't stand it any longer and simply had to do something to relieve his need for her. She liked to be wanted desperately, and never tired of trying out her charms on new men. Each one was a challenge, a new set of circumstances, and pitting herself up against her former conquests answered some competitive need in her.
Ginger decided to play a game with John. "What would you do right this minute if you could do exactly as you pleased?" she asked, rolling up her great eyes sweetly at him. She realized that her own hunger for him was growing by the minute. She felt him stiffen slightly.
He did not answer her in words, but he stopped, and turning to face her he wrapped his arms around her powerfully and hugged her close, while his lips crushed against her moist red mouth, sliding wetly over their smooth enticing surface. Ginger felt a spasm of wildness and lust convulse her as she felt his hot lips on hers, felt his exploring tongue, felt his cock extending itself behind his pants as it pressed against her yearning white skin. She felt that familiar and sweet confusion of excitement swarm over her, signaling the unstoppable buildup of sexual tension that would drive her and drive her, mercilessly, ruthlessly, till it was released.
She drew her mouth slowly away from the kiss, letting its softness and impact linger over her mouth, and sighed deeply. The feel of his smooth face mingling with the smell of his cologne sank into her brain, overpowering her, making her weak with want, forcing her body to limpness. She leaned submissively against John's powerful body.
Just then there was an ear-breaking RRRrrrrumph! A few feet away from them a car came to a halt, and two men exited from its doors.
"Mmmmmm," the men groaned loudly and appreciatively as they passed by John and Ginger, their eyes wandering like fingers over Ginger's lovely contours. "If he isn't good to you, you can come to me anytime," one of them said brashly, directing his statement to
Ginger.
As soon as they were out of sight, John led Ginger to the car, and trying the door, found that, as he expected, the door had been left unlocked. He looked at Ginger, smiling broadly at her, and letting his gaze fall onto her breasts, to feast there on the smooth swollen mounds of cream-white skin. He could hardly keep hip hands from impulsively grabbing at them and squeezing them strongly.
"Let's get inside," he ordered, in a throaty voice.
Ginger entered quickly, and moved over to the far side of the back seat, making room for John. The closeness and inconvenience of the car excited her. It made it that much more difficult to achieve her sexual objective, and therefore made victory that much greater and more shatteringly sweet.
John sat close to her. "Well," he started enthusiastically, "we've gotten ourselves a car. If you want something badly enough it just comes, I guess."
Ginger did not reply, but gave him a long lingering look that she knew would let him know he could do with her exactly what he wanted. And she wanted it too! Her body was flowing with excitement and eagerness. When he wrapped one of his arms around her and brought the other onto her soft thigh she felt her body quiver in a way that electrified her. Both their lips struggled hotly against each other, trying to merge, tongues slipping smoothly against wet skin, mouths wide open and searching. As John's hand moved deeply into her crotch Ginger felt her cunt tingle, and her clit twitch. Her body rubbed hard against his, offering itself to him. The feel of his exploring hands drove her senses into a frenzy, and quickened her breath.
"John," she murmured softly into his ear, "John, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me deeply with your hard prick."
Her explicit need fired John up like a wire full of live current, and he frantically tugged at her dress, struggling with it till it was off, leaving her voluptuous body exposed to him. Rapidly he unhooked her bra, tearing it off her, burying his contorted face into the soft tissue of Ginger's breasts, as she muttered in soft pants, "Oh, fuck me, fuck me. I'm so hot for you. I want you, I want you. I need you inside of me so much. I'm so hot for you. Please do it to me! Please ... please!
Ginger was weak with imminent submission as John peeled her panties off of her, uncovering her bushy mound, the hairs glistening with wetness.
In an instant John had pulled off his own clothing, and his mouth eagerly pressed against the hard buds of Ginger's peaked nipples, his tongue slurping over them, rubbing them, lashing them gently, and his breath streaming over her sensitive skin.
"Oh my God," Ginger moaned, her body a mass of sensations. She was shocked at how quickly she was ready to be fucked and at how desperately her body needed a man's lance surging powerfully inside of her. She had lost control over herself completely, and she made no effort to regain mastery over herself. Exquisite bursts of flame shot through her body as John's avid mouth sucked over her tits with wild uninhibited abandon and savagery. His mouth pulled powerfully at her pointed tits, drawing her into incredible realms of pleasure. She grabbed frantically at John's head, pressing it forcefully into the sponginess of her swelled breasts, holding him close to her, her breath coming in wild pants.
"Suck harder, John," she asked of him in a voice choked with total arousal. "You're driving me mad with your mouth. Your sucking is driving me crazy."
John bit into Ginger's swollen mammaries, and sucked on them for all he was worth, and drew from Ginger a shriek in which pain and pleasure were joined inseparably. Ginger's hot fingers dug cruelly into John's neck as his teeth clamped like a vise around her breasts.
John kneeled up to behold the sex-ridden body beneath him. His eyes were open wide at the sight of the cruel ring of red his teeth had inflicted on Ginger's well-sucked breast. His breathing came in hard savage bursts. He cupped his hand under the swaying length of this tree-trunk of a cock. He smiled widely when he saw Ginger's face go blank with amazement and need at the sight of his red organ. He waved it slightly in the air, teasing her with it. She reached out to grab it, but John swiped at her hand, and her arm slapped against the back seat of the car. John's grin broadened.
"You want my fucking cock, don't you?" he asked, as he looked steamingly at Ginger.
Ginger nodded her head up and down frantically. "Oh yes. I need it so much John," she said, looking at the rigid shaft as if her eyes were tied to it. "I want it," she continued tremulously, her body shivering with need, "I want it. Let me kiss it."
She drew John to her mouth and took hold of his glorious stick, letting it nestle in her careful hands. Her face was on top of it, and her anxious breath spurted over it in hot puffs.
Tearing her eyes away from it she looked up at John. His eyes looked down brutally at her. His breath was like puffs of fire shooting from his flaring nostrils. Ginger was frightened by his cruel and steady gaze. Bewildered and frantic she showered kisses on the enormous cock in her hands. She tongued the huge glans and ran her mouth down the long thick shaft.
Then suddenly she lifted her face from the jerking hungry cock and screamed at John, "Fuck me, fuck me. I want you to fuck me now. Please fuck me now."
She was beside herself with uncontrollable need and desire. She shrieked in a pained voice as John placed his throbbing cock at the entrance of her clutching love-tube and lunged deeply into her, spearing her with his magnificent cock, lunging it furiously into her, charging her with more and more lust.
Stabbing harder and harder into her, John sent his big prick smoothly into Ginger, while she groaned fiercely, clasping at John with her arms. His back was soon a mass of burning red streaks as her nails scraped cruelly over his humped back, urging him on to greater efforts as his slick cock rode smoothly inside Ginger's creamy depths.
Ginger wallowed uncontrollably in the powerful sensations John's prick induced in her cunt, loving the feel of his body as it lunged and rammed into her, sending her closer to the summit of pleasure. She could hardly wait to plunge into the electric and scintillating forces or incredible orgasm, and she wrapped her soft white thighs around John's strong, muscled body in an effort to get her orgasm that much more quickly. Her lusty hips aided John's urgent cock in its efforts to spear her. She felt her vagina throbbing around John's cock, drawing the fire of this orgasm from him, straining to imprison his member in her syrupy depths.
Ginger could feel herself mounting the dangerous summits of her come. She held John locked to her with her thighs, and held him close with her arms. His body was glued to hers. She was gasping in pain and anticipation for the delights that were so tantalizingly near. John was straining like an engine inside of her.
His dick shot into her with blinding speed, abusing her smooth channel, sending spasms of exquisite pleasure into her with brutal force. John's violence and savagery drove her to absolute wildness, and her body thrashed and squirmed under the force of his struggling weight, pounding itself with stunning force against John's muscled body.
Suddenly it happened. Ginger let out a victorious scream as her come began to swell over its last barrier and carry her body away in rapturous nerve-shattering delight and joy. Her cunt sent out its love-liquids, and they flooded her throbbing channel, drowning John's cock, washing over it and lubricating the whole passage. John surged mightily against Ginger, his cock drawing up its milky prize till finally his hot magma shot like a volcanic eruption into Ginger's hole, merging with her own flooding liquids. Ginger felt her body break open completely, and she thought surely she must have been ripped open by the savage force of John's thrusts. But she hardly cared as she groaned mindlessly and delightedly on the billowing and tempestuous waves of her come.
Ginger relaxed against the new wet, sticky leather of the car's back seat. The savage activity of her copulation had exhausted her, and she was content now to simply lie back and let her energy regenerate. John's body rested on top of hers, his breath coming warmly over her wettened skin.