Chapter 18
"Hail, hail, the gang's all here," Dawn sang out merrily as they marched into the bedroom, followed by a small entourage. "Looks like you started without us."
"It won't take you long to catch up," Ginger said. "Who do you have with you?" she asked, referring to a lissome brunette wearing a hotel uniform.
"Darlene," Dawn said. "We found her in the hall, beating on the door."
"I brought the champagne and food," Darlene said. "I wondered why no one answered the door." She looked at Bernie and Duke. More specifically, at their cocks. "Now I know." She made no move to leave.
"Want to stay?" Ginger asked.
"Yeah, I haven't been a good party in ages." She looked at her watch. "I went off duty ten minutes ago."
"Well, get naked and join us." Ginger made quick introductions. "Darlene, do you prefer cock or pussy?"
Darlene was already out of her blouse and bra, revealing a set of pretty medium-size, pear-shaped tits. "Cock," she said as she opened her skirt and let it fall. "I guess." She stripped off her panties and kicked them aside. "Never got it on with a woman."
"Well, since everyone here eats pussy, that just might change before you get out of here," Ginger said. "In the meantime, pick out a cock and have yourself some fun. Dawn, I told Duke he would enjoy fucking you." She glanced at Duke's rampant prick. "And, by the look of things, he's ready. The rest of you pair off however you see fit. Bernie, I get your cock."
Ilsa crooked her finger at Walter and grinned. He grinned right back and went to her, his large ebony cock already rising to half-staff. Dawn went to Duke, got on her knees and began to suck his cock.
"You know my policy, Ginger snap," Bernie said. "I don't fuck people who work for me. Duke has Dawn and Ilsa has Walter, so I'll offer my services to Darlene."
"Darlene can start with either Hank or Adam," Ginger said firmly. "I no longer work for you, so that takes care of that."
"Since when?"
"Since last night. I'm independently wealthy now, in case you forgot, so I don't have to work for anyone. If you don't want to fuck me, say so. Otherwise, get your ass over here."
"If I may make a suggestion," Duke said.
Dawn lifted her head and said, "You sure can, honey. Anybody with such a nice cock can make any suggestion he wants to."
"There is champagne in the sitting room and I know a special way to drink it."
Everyone trooped into the sitting room. Duke took a bottle of wine from a cooler and said, "Now, Ginger, if you would be so kind as to lie in the middle of the room on your back and spread your legs, I will show everyone how to drink a very special toast to a lady."
Ginger didn't know why she had to lie down for him to drink a toast to her. Maybe he wants to pour wine over my pussy and lick it off. I've heard about men who like to do that. Well, never let it be said that I turned down an opportunity to get my clit licked a little. She lay down and spread her legs.
Duke knelt between her legs and stuck the mouth of the bottle between her pussy lips. He tipped the bottle and poured some wine into her cunt.
"Ooohhh, that's cold!" Ginger gasped. "And the bubbles feels funny."
Duke leaned over and covered her effervescent hole with his mouth. He drank lustily while jamming his tongue in and out of her bubbly channel. He sucked out all of the champagne, then poured some over her snatch and lapped it up noisily as it ran down her slit.
"Hey, that looks like fun!" Dawn squealed. "Come on girls, let's get down there and so the guys can have a drink."
"This will work better if we elevate their pussies," Walter said. "Adam, give me the cushions from both couches." He put a cushion under each woman, surveyed his handiwork, then put a full bottle of champagne by each one. "We ought to empty each bottle before we stop. If that's not enough, we'll get more. We each take one drink from each pussy, then move to the next one. We keep going around until we make each woman cum at least once. Duke, this was your idea. You start, and we'll just follow along. Scout's honor, now. When you've sucked all the wine out, move to the next pussy. No need to cheat. We've got plenty of time and plenty of wine. Looks like plenty of pussy, too."
Five men! I get to cum five times this way. Five different tongues in my pussy, one right after the other. Wild!
Darlene lay on Ginger's left and Ilsa lay on her left. Darlene grabbed Ginger's hand and squeezed it.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," she bubbled. "Thank you for inviting me to stay."
Ginger turned her head and looked at the pretty girl. "You're very welcome, darling. I'm glad you came along."
Impulsively, Darlene kissed Ginger on the mouth. "I just know I'm going to have a ball."
"By my count, there are ten balls here, darling, and you can have all of them."
Ginger released Darlene's hand and slid it into the brunette's crotch. Using her thumb and second finger, she opened Darlene's pussy and tapped her clit lightly with her index finger.
"Ooohhh, that feels good," Darlene giggled.
"If you think that feels good, just wait until I lick your clit," Ginger said.
"You know what?" Darlene said. "I think I'm looking forward to feeling your tongue on my clit."
Ginger reached over with her right hand and began to play with one of Ilsa's big tits. Darlene filled her hand with one of Ginger's tits. Hands moved all along the line as Ilsa held one of Dawn's tits and Dawn held one of Ilsa's and they were ready for the round-robin champagne drinking, pussy eating to begin.
Ginger knew without looking when Duke poured wine in Darlene's pussy and started sucking it out. The brunette moaned and began to hump and twist passionately. Then Duke moved between Ginger's legs, pouring wine and sucking. She felt the wine dribbled into the crack of her ass and wondered briefly why he wasn't drinking it. Then his tongue hit her clit like a bolt of lightning and she forgot about the wine.
Darlene wailed with pleasure and Ginger could feel the tremors in the brunette's crotch as she started cumming. Ginger knew how Darlene felt. She was right on the verge of popping when Duke moved away and someone else replaced him. She was ready to soar again when she heard Walter's voice.
"Slide over one, Bernie, and let me have a taste of that red-haired pussy."
So, Bernie got a taste of my pussy. Come on, Walter, stick your tongue in there and get me off. I'm ready to blast off. .
Duke moved to Ilsa to make room for Bernie between Dawn's legs. The instant his tongue hit his daughter's clit, she started cumming. Which didn't surprise him. She was always hot and ready to cum. Dawn's squeals of fulfillment joined Darlene's and Ilsa's. Then Walter brought Ginger off with a roar.
All four women were cumming and there was still a lot of wine left. The wine and tongues in their cunts kept the women at the peak of their passion. Their whimpers, moans and screams spurred the men to greater effort.
Ginger had intended to keep track of who was eating her pussy, but she was cumming so hard she quickly lost track. She only knew she had never felt so good, had never enjoyed anything so much in her life.
The men drank two bottles of champagne from each pussy and wore their tongues out. They backed away and the women rolled into a tangle of arms and legs, hugging each other lovingly and giggling like fools.
Ginger didn't know how many times she had cum. Actually, it had been more like one long climax. She would peak, fall off a bit, then quickly reach the peak again. Her belly ached. The muscle contractions were stronger than any she had ever felt.
Eating pussy does nothing to calm a man's libido. Even Bernie was charged up and raring to go. His tongue was tired, but he didn't intend to use his tongue now. He separated Ginger from the pile of female flesh and rolled her onto her back.
Ever the perfect piece of ass, Ginger spread her legs and gave Bernie a look that would melt a glacier. "So, you finally decided to get a piece of the best ass in the world, did you?"
He grabbed his cock, stuck the head between the lips of her cunt and thrust forward. Slick from wine and cumming, her channel offered no resistance as he buried his shaft to the hilt.
"Gottcha, you big-dicked bastard!" she crowed. "Now show me how well you can fuck. If you don't make me scream my head off, you aren't half the man you claim to be."
"Don't challenge me, you horny little vixen," Bernie growled. "I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
"I can crawl!" Ginger threw her cunt at him and giggled. "Don't talk, stud! Fuck!"
He began to fuck her slowly, using the full length of his cock, letting her experience the total, wonderful enjoyment of his long rod.
She immediately got completely into fucking and her fervor rapidly soared toward the peak again. Her cunt felt as full as her ass had felt the night before when Duke filled her back door with his big cock. Having her cunt filled to such an extent felt so fucking good. She locked her legs around his waist and began to fuck back at him with gusto.
Bernie pulled her legs loose, pushed them up and apart. Ginger gasped as he penetrated her to the maximum and the head of his cock banged into the bottom of her cunt.
"God, you're the only woman who has ever taken me so easily," he groaned. "And your cunt still feels so tight."
"Told you I'm the best piece of ass in the world," she replied. "You've never had your cock in a better cunt, and you know it." She wasn't going to tell him, but she had never had a better cock in her cunt, either!
She closed her eyes and began to ride his splendid cock rhythmically as she silently gloated with glee. She had totally turned the tables on him, had made herself and her two new friends rich, had discovered a facet of her sexual nature that far exceeded anything she thought possible.
Perhaps life could get better, but, at the moment, she didn't know how.