Chapter 8

Suddenly a harsh voice broke into Ginger's soft post-coital reverie.

"Hey Sam, look at that. That same bitch we passed by before, she and her boy friend have been fucking in our car."

Sam looked in through the open window.

"Well of all the fucking things," he said enraged. In a flash he had opened the door and picked up John's naked and drowsy body and punched it viciously. He held John while Joe, the other man, walloped him cruelly in the stomach. John grunted from the force of the blows. Sam dropped him and let him topple senselessly onto the sidewalk. Tossing his clothing angrily out of the car, they drove off, with Ginger in the back seat, stark naked.

She had only a vague idea of what was going on. She knew she was being driven around, but to where and by whom she had no idea.

One of the men was seated in the back with her. He eyed her with vicious lust. He ran his hands eagerly over her body. Ginger stirred from the feel of it. "You fucking bitch," the man said excitedly as his hands roamed over her, "we'll show you what happens to people who fuck in other people's cars." He squeezed Ginger's rising breasts, and smiled luridly at her. Ginger began to feel frightened, but the touch of the man's longing hands stimulated her without her being able to do anything about it. Her mind was still dazed from her last fuck, and she was exhausted besides.

In a matter of minutes the car came to a halt, and the two men carried her, naked, out of the car and tossed her roughly onto the ground. Ginger could feel the grass beneath her, and saw trees all around, but could hardly say where she was. She heard the men speaking about her not far away. They spoke harshly.

"You wanna take her first, or will you let me do it?" said one.

T wanna do it. I saw her first. I should have first crack at her. I won't use her up. I'll save some for you, don't worry."

The man named Joe came up to her. He was a burly man with thick hairy arms and springy black hair. He undressed quickly in front of Ginger. Ginger became severely afraid as she saw his thick rod hanging in the air, bobbing up and down hungrily at her. Ginger was mesmerized by it, and she clutched at her throat, which was drying up in fear.

"Stay away from me," Ginger called out to him, "stay away from me or I'll scream." She writhed away from him on the grass.

But he came up to her in a rush, and he fell crushingly on top of her, his greedy lips hunting hers out and slamming against her mouth trying to force her to kiss him.

Ginger resisted, pulling her mouth away from his ardent, brutal lips.

"You fucking bitch," he said angrily, cuffing her across the face. Ginger felt the blood spurting inside her mouth. "You cooperate with me or I'll give you a lot worse. You hear?"

Ginger kept silent as the man kissed her face, moving his lips over to her breasts and sucking on them, drawing sensations from Ginger which frightened her with their strength. Her body could not help but feel a spark of pleasure.

The man's hands slipped quickly down to her cunt, fingering her vulval lips for a moment before easing into the wet depths of her cleft. Her hips squirmed with pleasure as the heavy man on top of her fingered her, while his large mouth kissed Ginger's erect breasts.

He was breathing deeply and heavily, his eyes closed as he sucked on the smooth skin of her tits.

Then he rose up and kneeled between Ginger's parted thighs. He took his prick between his fingers. He held it up for Ginger to see, and watched her reaction as blood surged through the veins of it, making it hard and rigid.

Ginger, trembling with fear, placed her hand between her thighs, seeking to bar entry to his thick cock.

The man was enraged. Savagely he lifted Ginger's arm and flung it away with great force, hurting her.

"I'm gonna stick my cock into you and you're gonna love it. It'll make you feel like you've never felt before. You just listen to me. You'll see," he said, his face full of lust.

In a moment he had thrust his hard prick into Ginger's cunt and was slamming into her with all the force and violence he could muster. Ginger groaned beneath him, not trying to escape, since it would not do any good. Despite herself she felt a wave of satisfaction spread through her as the avid fat cock pistoned inside of her. Her cunt was tender from the fuck John had given her, and it was easy now for it to be stimulated again, even if in violence and against her will.

The man kissed her savagely and groaned something fierce as his hot sperm shot into Ginger's vagina. He clutched at her tits mightily, hurtfully, squeezing them oput of shape, making Ginger scream from the pain he inflicted on her.

In a moment his orgasm was over, and abruptly he got up and called to his partner.

"Hey Sam," he said sharply," the bitch is ready for you."

The second man was naked and ready for her. He came up to her and stood for a moment next to her, looking down at the swelling forms of her tits, the hair matted and spread out over the grass, the bushy pad of hair that guarded her cunt.

He smiled briefly at Ginger. "You're some looker," he complimented. In a moment he had placed himself on top of her and was kissing her passionately. Somehow Ginger found herself responding to his ardent need. Her lips answered his own searchings, and their tongues met wetly, gliding over each other, sending a surge of heat through Ginger, arousing her greatly. The naked need in this man's eyes greatly stimulated her. While their tongues explored each other, she took his hand and led it to her cunt, groaning with pleasure when the man started to finger her swelling red, juicy and delicious clit. His finger rotated on it, pressed it, making Ginger heave with want and Ginger heave with want and titillation. Ginger whimpered with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. Her breasts were compressed under the mighty strength of his body, and she felt a shock of excitement in them as he gripped them in his mouth and sucked on them heatedly.

Her wanton body bucked urgently beneath the excited man who stroked her breasts with his tongue. Ginger was wild with passion once again. Her senses left her half dazed with need for intimate union with this man. His hard body smashed, against her smooth soft flesh. She was stunned out of her mind that she wanted this man who was abusing her, taking advantage of her, but again her savage footloose lusts played with her uncaringly. She could not deny that she ached and yearned for him, that her used body screamed to feel the hard fiery lunges of his knowing cock.

Automatically her hand went down the length of the man's body, and her hand seized the fat length of his spear and mashed it, feeling the hardness of that piece of needy muscle. The feel of it and the thought of it made her mind whirl in a torrent of crazed passion and animal heat. The man's breath flowed over her like fire, adding to her own consuming flame. Ginger drew her hand along the length of the massive cock, gently rubbing the area beneath the golf-ball sized head. The man groaned from the sensations of it. Pleased by the effect she had on the man, Ginger continued her exquisite manipulations of his prick, till the man was groaning like a baby with rapture. He clutched at the bobbing tits under him, and licked them all over with his voracious tongue. Ginger was excited to a high pitch.

"Send your shaft into me," she screamed in a contortion of passion. "Send your fucking cock deeply into my soft treasure, kill my vault." She moaned and shrieked on the grass, pleading with the man to ram himself into her.

Her passionate yelping increased incredibly as the man did just that. He sent his sturdy cock right into her wet cunt, and with great vigor he slammed his mighty body against the cupping of her pelvic areas, shoving his tool deeply into her tight and satisfying pipe.

Ginger yelled like a savage, her voice ringing loudly in the air. The man clamped his mouth over hers, muffling her screams, feasting on her wet, luscious lips as he strained to tool her as deeply and as well as he could. His big hands grasped at the globes of her juicy bottom. His nail dug into her flesh, leaving red signposts of his passion on her ass.

Ginger gyrated her hips, working the man's thick cock inside of her, forcing it to give her maximum pleasure. Her pelvis worked in a perfect frenzy of movement, and she twisted and jerked about on the ground like a jumping bean, her tortured body screaming for everlasting release.

"Oh please make me come," she pleaded. "I want it so damn bad. Ineed it so much," she began to cry in desperation. Her cunt clasped around the mart's dick as it moved like a mast in and out of her.

The man worked at a furious pace. His skin was beaded with perspiration as he humped maddeningly over Ginger's throbbing and desperate body. He kissed Ginger's body with animal greed, lapping his tongue all over her without thought. His hips smacked against her female flesh with the violence of a flung rock, hurting her belly, making her flesh tremble from the hammering it received.

Ginger was in a state that approached insanity. Her head rocked furiously from side to side, frantic from the sex inside of her that screamed for orgasm and would not leave her alone, would not give her the rest she needed, but instead drove her mercilessly on the seas of sensuality.

The man let out a groan and Ginger feared he would come before she gave her the satisfaction she had to have now. She couldn't bear the thought of being left frustrated after all the yearning she had been through. She lashed at the man with her hips, her muscles given new strength by her fear of frustration. She tore at the man's back with her sharp nails.

"Make me come, you fucking bastard," she screamed and pleaded both, "make me come or I'll kill you. Give me satisfaction. Bring my come. Make me come. Ohhhh ... " Urged on by the desperate pleadings of the woman beneath him the man drove into her with more violence than he had ever used before in his life. He rammed Ginger like a butcher, hoping to split her open and kill her on the head of his steaming prick. He screamed when he felt the first beads of his love potion inch along his shaft and gather at the head of his organ before spurting forth like a glorious fountain into the wet, hot, creamy canal of Ginger's white-fleshed thighs. He clutched Ginger's luscious body savagely and cruelly, never for a moment stopping the long plunging of his rod into her.

Ginger's face twisted violently as she felt her come wash at last over her, sweeping her along on its great waves as it picked up her body and tossed it every which way, twisting and shaking it, making it tremble and convulse. She felt the warm juices of her cunt flow out of her and sweep over the prick trapped inside her palpitating and clutching cunt, and it felt that she was swimming in liquids, all of them coming from her overfull body. She groaned with the realization that she had a glorious, resplendent come. Gratefully she clutched the body of the tired man on top of her. She closed her eyes in remembrance and participation both of the raptures of her climax.

"Hey, Sam," called the first guy. "Hey, buddy. Let's get a move on. If somebody comes along and finds us with this broad, we're sunk. Come on." He pulled his friend off

Ginger's body, and helped him with his clothing. Together they took off at a clipped pace out of the park and headed for their car, leaving Ginger naked and stranded.

When finally she had shaken off the shattering effects of her come, she regained some sense of what had to be done. She picked herself up, and dressed herself, and walking unsteadily she started out of the park.