Ginger closed the door behind her and switched on the light. Bongo, her pure black Persian, was there to great her, and set about rubbing his face against her calves. She moved slightly and he sprung away, surprised at the way her pants fluttered around him.
"Sorry Bongo, but mama has to go out again. Are you hungry?"
She picked him up and took him into the little kitchen. There was still some dry cat food in his dish, left over from dinner. She set her purse and the bag Lynn had given her on the counter, then added a bit more food to Bongo's dish, even though she disliked leaving his food out to attract roaches. Then she topped off his water dish.
"Mama will try to get home, but it might not be till morning. You take care of yourself, hear?"
It was late, almost eleven. She had promised to go to Ralph's after her meeting, with an unspoken agreement to stay the night. She hoped he was in the mood for sex. That initiation had left her hot and horny, and she didn't have time to put out the fire herself.
What she needed, she, decided, was to wear something that would get his attention. She knew from experience that what she wore now would not do much for him. He liked her slinky clothes, but not in any special way. The bag on the counter reminded her of one thing that did wonders for him.
She took out her skirt, doubtful that it was presentable without an expensive trip to the cleaners, but hoping that it might do for what she had in mind. To her great surprise, Lynn had kept it spotless despite its long day next to her skin, and it held only a delightful trace of her scent. She also had packed it carefully, and it was not too crumpled to wear.
Her pants slipped off in an instant. The top, so tight that it was difficult to breath, took some effort to pull up over her head. Then she was off to the shower and back in less than five minutes.
She pulled on the skirt, and went to look for that big, bulky sweatshirt she had in her closet. Then she hand washed the pants and top in the bathroom sink and hung them up to dry. Back to the bedroom for a pair of panties and her low top sneakers. Ralph was the only guy she had met who preferred that she wear underwear, simple white cotton briefs no less. She actually had gone out and bought some just for him, a real reversal in how most women shop for panties. She wasn't sure if she loved him more for it, or in spite of it, but it didn't bother her one bit.
Finished, she checked herself in the mirror. It was a strange look for her, but one that he responded to. Like most athletes, ever since high school he had dreamed of making it with a cheerleader. This was about as close as she could get. And there was the promise of some extra fun for her, too, if he would just cooperate.
Her apartment was in Makiki, and so was his, less than a block away. So rather than drive, she called to let him know she was on the way. He met her half way, and looked as perky as could be.
"Say, do we look nice tonight! Veeery niiiice. Say, little girl, what high school did y'all say you went to?"
"Gee, mister, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"Hey, baby, I ain't no stranger. I'm R.J., captain of the basketball team! Ain't you ever seen me on TV? Say now, have I got a big surprise for you!"
"A surprise? A BIG surprise?"
"Sho 'nuff, darlin'. As big as any you'll ever see. Come on up to my place and I'll show you!"
Ginger was amazed at how good his coon accent was, and that he spoke that way at all. Ralph was really from California, and for him shuckin' and jivin' was as unnatural as when she tried to talk pidgin.
As soon as they got inside he grabbed her, kissed her hard, and put his hand between her legs.
"Say little girl, you ever have anybody do that to you b'fo'?"
"No," she replied coyly. "I've never been kissed like that before!"
"You wanna see your surprise now?"
He didn't wait for her to answer, but pulled down his warm-up pants and hauled out a huge cock, as hard as a piece of ebony.
"See? It's a tootsie roll pop. You lick it, and after a while, you gets a surprise!"
They both burst out laughing, but Ginger lost no time getting him seated on the sofa and burying her head between his legs.
"Mmmm, it tastes good. But it has an awfully funny handle."
She gave his balls a little squeeze, and he let out a yelp.
"Take it easy there, honey chil'e, don't bruise de fruit!"
She went to work on him, content with the knowledge that he was having the time of his life imagining that he had a high school cheerleader sucking on his cock. She waited for a signal from him, but none came, so she kept it up until his cock did.
When it was over he lay back, looking half dead, a silly grin on his face. She came and cuddled up next to him, and began to gently stroke his dick.
"I want you to now that I had a very long day, and that I'm very horny. You going to be up for more?"
"More?" he said, sounding bewildered, his voice restored to its usual mellow tone. "More? Why, of course, honey, you know there's always room for more!"
He reached over and pulled her on top of him, kissing and hugging her. She loved that feeling. He was so big that she felt like a little girl in his arms.
He began to stroke her thighs, running his fingers up under her skirt. He used light strokes, which she liked so much. She thought of Lynn, and the other girls, who had been forced to endure a much stronger tickling torture. Her memory of Lynn writhing under her touch made her hot and juicy.
"Yes dear, like that. Ooooh, that's good. Ah, ah! I can't stand it when you do that to me!"
"You want to be tied up?"
"No," she whispered, "not yet. Here, I want you to do this."
She stood up and quickly striped naked. Then she sat down, her butt on the edge of the leather sofa cushion, and propped her feet on the edge of the coffee table, her legs spread wide. Then she handed him her skirt.
"Take this and drag it between my legs."
"You're kidding. Really? Like this?"
"Uh huh. Mmmmm, oh yes. Don't crumple it all up. Hold it with both hands, so that it spreads out. Yes, like that. Oh god that feels good!"
Ginger reached her arms back and held onto the top edge of the sofa. Shivers ran through her as the smooth, light pleats flicked across her cunt. Then she brought her feet up and held them in her hands, thrusting her butt up so that the pleats could tickle her ass hole.
Her mind rolled through the events of the day. Lynn wearing this very skirt, her new outfit that felt so incredibly good on, that beautiful young salesgirl in Carol's store, and her triumphant tickling game at the initiation. She thought of those two outfits with the pleated pants in the window and wondered how it would feel to have them dragged over her pussy. The long, pleated legs would probably do a better job than her short skirt.
She imagined that salesgirl dressed in the silvery gown hanging from the pole the way Lynn had, only with her wrists tied to the pole. Gently stroking her nipples through the soft nylon, tickling her there, a long time, while she laughed hysterically and begged her to stop.
The scene shifted, and the salesgirl had on the flared leg pants outfit. She was tickling her cunt, the shiny fabric skin tight, pulling up into her cunt the way Maxine's satin hot pants did, held tight by suspenders. Her nails slid lightly over the smooth fabric, up and down, the young girl going wild. She kept tickling her there, relentlessly, determined not to stop until she came.
Then the scene shifted again, and it was Lynn in the salesgirl's place. Her friend Sandy was tied up along side, just as they had stood tonight, wearing the same pants outfit. She was tickling both girls, one with each hand. Maxine was there, tickling their breasts, her satin pants soaked with wetness from her cunt. The two of them kept at it for a long time, driving the younger girls crazy.
By now her pussy was soaked and burning. The gentle tickling of the pleated skirt was maddening. She forced herself to wait, to suffer something like her fantasy victims. The pleats were slowly working their way down into the inner folds of her pussy. Pangs of pleasure began to mix with the tormenting tickling. Slowly and inexorably she felt her sexual tension building, her mind filled with visions of women writhing in delicious agony. Lynn and Sandy, howling, screaming, jerking convulsively as she tickled their most sensitive places. She focused on their clits, flicking them through the pants with her long red nails, light, rapid strokes. They both came, and she kept it up, never letting up, until they came again, and again.
Finally she could stand it no more.
"Ralph, please, now, I want you inside me!"
Ralph was ready, fully recovered from his initial climax. He guided Ginger into a position with her knees on the sofa cushion and her head hanging over the back, and took her from behind as he stood up. She felt his dick inside her like a solid shaft of steel. Each thrust pushed against her uterus, filling her completely and more.
She came almost at once, a huge, deep orgasm that wracked her body. She screamed again and again. He was in good shape, far from ready to end.
He suddenly withdrew, and out of nowhere he produced a Thai love star, a ring of stretchy rubber braided with stiff hairs that stuck out all around like a bottle brush. He rolled it onto the tip of his dick and stuck it in her.
She cried out when she felt the tingly, scratchy sensation as the stiff little hairs scraped against the inside of her pussy. It really felt good on her g-spot, shooting intense waves of pleasure and pain through her body to explode in her head. She wanted to get out from under him, to get that thing out of her cunt, but he held her tight. The torturous brush scratched away until she came again, almost passing out from the intensity.
Ralph was still hard as rock. Again he withdrew, and she collapsed out of breath on the cushion, moaning, her cunt on fire. She watched in horror and fascination as he tied a length of silk cord around his cock, down near the base. Threaded onto the cord was a large pearl, which he placed under the shaft of his dick. Then he grabbed her hips and hauled her back up on her knees.
His dick slid home, and now added to the brush inside her was the feeling of the pearl rubbing against her clit. He used a slow, steady rhythm for awhile, pushing in all the way to grind the pearl against her clit, then shorter strokes that rubbed the brush over her g-spot.
The combination was mind blowing. 'Pang!' went her clit, then 'zzt zzt zzt' from inside, over and over, nice and slow. She buried her face in the soft leather cushion and screamed uncontrollably. It was torture as intense as anything she had imagined her fantasy victims enduring, relentless, constant, overwhelming pleasure and pain.
A new image came into focus. A woman in a leather bondage harness, with straps pulled tightly over her breasts and up into her cunt. She had Ginger tied up hanging by her wrists, dressed in a shiny black dress that was strangely made so that it was skin tight. The woman wearing the harness was beating her tits with a whip. The dress bathed her body in the wonderful feeling that she enjoyed so much, only far more intense, overpowering in its sensual pleasure. The cold touch of the fabric flooded her with intense pleasure, while the sting of the whip cut through with flashes of pain. As strong as the feelings were they left her cunt untouched, and the torment would not stop until Ginger came.
Somehow Ginger kept this image going while she endured what Ralph was doing to her with his dick. Long minutes passed. She thought she was going to die, yet wanted it to continue until dawn. Her cunt was raging, throbbing, a wild thing beyond her control. She let herself go, mindless of everything around her, watching the woman in the harness beating her, fascinated at the way the leather straps pinched her tormentor's breasts and dug into her cunt, the lips of her pussy enfolding the strap as it disappeared between her legs.
The strange dress was itself unbearable to wear. It tickled her, all over, excruciatingly intense, like someone dragging their fingernails ever so lightly across her skin, but everywhere at once, tickling that never stopped. 'Ssscrack!' went the whip, stinging her tits, again and again.
She saw the woman start to shudder, coming, screaming, the tight strap pulling up hard against her clit. She staggered, fighting for control, then beat her again, harder than before.
An orgasm exploded through her, as powerful as she had ever felt. Once it started it just seemed to go on and on, Ralph's cock banging away inside her so hard, so deep. She clutched the cushion as tight as she could, swept along like a leaf going down a churning river rapids, completely out of control. On and on it went, a continuous orgasm that seemed to have no end.
Then she felt Ralph stop, his dick deep inside her, and she could tell by his trembling moans that he had finally come. He left his cock inside as long as he could, her pussy pulsing and throbbing as if to suck out every last drop of come.
They collapsed in a heap on the sofa, not moving for a long time. Finally they staggered off to his bed, and fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms.