Chapter 3

Roger laid there and tried to sleep, but he couldn't: His balls ached with an intensity that he had never know before, and he couldn't finish what Jenny had started. Even his erection seemed to balk at him. He tried hard to think of anything but sex, but his mind kept coming back to it. The vent over the bed blew cold air across the saliva covering his cock. He could find no peace. Pulsing with a life of it's own it begged to be finished off. The creak of the door and the small click of the lock was all the noise he needed to know that someone had entered the room. He could hear clothes ruffling as the bed sagged to his left. A pair of legs straddled his chest and he could feel the warm lips of her pussy rubbing up and down. Slowly the blindfold was lifted and Ginger smiled down at him.

"Hey, big guy. Ready for a treat?" Letting her long blond hair run down his face and tickle his chest. "I was going to come in here and talk to you about Teresa - you see I'm nosy; I heard it all. Such a bad boy." Leaning back she grabbed a hold of his balls. Roger got an eye full though, Ginger's breasts were large and firm and she had a large clit that stood out from it's hood. She smiled as she watched his fascination. She'd never been with a guy that didn't want to just jump into bed and get it over with. She couldn't understand how they could want it so much, but want to get it over so quickly. 'Men', guess she'd never understand them. "Like what you see?" Roger's attention was definitely not on what she was saying until she repeated it with a tight grip. Roger could only nod as he tried hard to fight the pain. She let go and started to ramble on how guy's always did. She was just an object to them, but this time she could turn it around make him the object. He was her toy for now.

Leaning forward she looked into his eyes she could see fear deep in them, but he was trying hard to not let it show. Ginger felt a little sorry for him. She wasn't sure if she could deal with the situation as well as he was. Licking her index finger she rubbed away the white streaks left by his tears. Ginger laid across his chest, his warmth infusing her body. Roger could feel her breasts pressing against him, his hormones raging; how could he be like this? It was like his body had a mind of it's own: no control what so ever. He closed his eyes and tried hard not to cry, but still they came. Everything in his life was out of his control. It was hard to take. Ginger let her tongue flick across his warm salty tears.

"You know you're such a strong young man." Ginger whispered in his ear. "I could never deal with what you must be at the moment. I don't think I'd even really be here. My mind would of flipped I'm sure." With that she kissed him on the lips her tongue playing across his. "Don't worry it's ok to cry." She kissed each of his closed eyes. Reaching down she picked up the condom that she had dug from her purse. She tore the wrapper open and placed it in her mouth. She slowly slid the condom down over his pulsing meat. Her teeth tight to his shaft as her tongue played lightly over the ends to smooth it down. Roger could only grind his teeth as the sensation crept up his spine. Everything felt so intense, so unreal. "Now it's time for your prize." Ginger lowered herself onto his cock and started to pump her hips. He felt so good in her: her cunt grabbed his rod and pulled it deep into her. Ginger loved the feeling of power - this feeling of control. Reaching behind her she grab his balls and put some of her weight on them. She used them to help her lean back and take him how she wanted him. Roger bit hard into his tongue to keep from screaming out - it hurt so much but felt so good at the same time. It was hard to handle all the conflicts that kept popping into his life of late. Ginger slid up and down on his hard cock and she could feel the wetness in her building. It started to drip from her lips and down her legs. This was the best sex of her life. She could fall in love with this guy. Especially if he let her get the power trip from him to. Her legs started to shake as a wave of orgasms came over her. She could feel her clit pulsing as she slammed down harder and harder on him. Roger had to yell out as he came; Ginger's grip had become vice like, as she lost all control. All she could think about was her orgasms, over and over she slammed him deep into her. Her grip like iron. Roger's eyes fluttered and he could feel consciousness falling away. The pain and pleasure was just too much for him. But, it stopped as she let go, and hugged him close. Roger could just hold on. His erection died in her and his balls hurt like hell, but it was nice to be able to cum.