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CHAPTER THREE

Ginger pushed her plate away, food mostly untasted. In her girlish mind, images of swollen cocks, meaty cunts, swaying tits, and penetrated assholes swirled in a red hot series of crimson tinted memories. Her pussy was wet again, and her tits were pulsing tips of desire within the confines of her bra and ski sweater.

"Oh, God! This is awful!" Ginger whispered to herself.

Thinking that a walk outside in the cold night air might help to clear her head, Ginger pushed away from the table and headed for the door. Her nipples were rubbing themselves raw against the stiff fabric of her bra, so the tormented teen ducked into the ladies' restroom on the way out and slipped the restrictive garment off.

"That's so much better!" Ginger sighed with relief as she stuffed the bra into her purse and smoothed her sweater back down. She had never gone braless before, and the sheer sensuous feel of her bare tits against the soft surface made her nipples more erect than ever.

They stick out, but at least they don't hurt now! the girl argued with herself. Besides, they would probably go down to normal size as soon as she stopped thinking about them and went on her walk.

Ginger started to open the door to her stall in the bathroom when she heard two of her friend's come in. She decided to wait until they left, since she wanted no one to kid her about her aroused tits.

"Yeah, Betty, it was so neat!" one of them was saying. Ginger recognized Cheryl's voice. "Freddy unloaded at least a quart, right up my shitter! Ooooh, it was like a cum enema! Made me shoot all the harder!"

Betty laughed. "Oldest method of birth control known to woman! That and blow jobs! Are you going back up to the room with him now?"

"You know it, babe! I'd fuck all night if I could figure a way to keep that little prude, Ginger, out of the way," Cheryl chuckled derisively. "Do me a favor? Cut her off and take her to the party with you for a while if you see her?"

"Okay, honey, me and the other girls will do our best," Betty promised.

The door closed and Ginger was alone in the bathroom. The lonely teenager sighed and waited until she was sure the pair would be away from the door, then she slipped out of the lodge.

Walking along the stone railing overlooking the snow covered valley, Ginger felt as small as one of the pin points of light in the sky overhead. No one wanted a puritan like her around it seemed. She was the odd girl out everywhere she turned and she was too polite a girl to knowingly spoil anyone else's fun – even if she thought that fun totally sinful.

"What's the matter, Ginger?" a husky female voice asked.

Turning, Ginger saw Miss Caldwell and Mr. Downing walking arm and arm toward her. Summoning up all of her courage, Ginger decided to ask for a change of rooms.

"Why, whatever for?" Miss Caldwell asked when Ginger had made her request.

"Uh… well, Cheryl and I just can't… compatible as roomies," Ginger said as tactfully as she could.

"Well, we'll look into it in the morning," Mr.

Downing said thoughtfully. "You'll just have to buck up and stay there tonight, my girl. Not another room in the lodge tonight, I'm afraid."

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning about it," Ginger sighed. "Thank you both."

The couple smiled and moved off down the walkway. Ginger watched them: the thin, aging biology prof and the sensuous, twenty-five year old sex education instructor.

"Wonder if he's gonna fuck her in the snow or back in the room?" Ginger muttered to herself bitterly. "In the mouth, the cunt, or the ass – or all thee?"

Ginger shook her head, as if to clear it of such filthy thoughts and language. Ginger was amazed that she had just used such vile words aloud. She knew them all, of course. You couldn't be a teenager without, hearing and knowing what such words meant, but prim, proper little Ginger Foley had never used them, aloud before!

Shuddering, Ginger hurried back into the lodge. A dance was starting in the lounge, she could hear the band tuning up, and she thought, desperately, that perhaps she could boogie sonic of her cares away. She was a great dancer and she loved to lose herself in the pounding beat, the way she lost herself in the stillness of the snow and the joy of flight when she skied.

"Sorry, Miss, you're not on the list," a tall, great looking ski bum type told her at the door to the lounge.

Ginger's face fell like a ruined souffle. Her big, lustrous brown eyes pleaded with the college age boy.

"Hey, listen, foxy little thing, I'd let you in if it were up to me!" the boy told her, eyeing her body in a manner that both excited and disturbed Ginger. "But they'd fire my ass for sure. Hit the road, sweet stuff!"

The broad shouldered boy patted her fondly on the fanny and pointed her back toward the dining room. Ginger sat at the foot of the stairs leading up to the rooms. She couldn't dance her blues away and she sure couldn't go back up to the room yet. It seemed like all she had done for the past two days was watch people she knew fucking other people she knew, add she just couldn't take any more of that right now!

"Hey, there's my party girl!" a male voice shouted happily.

Ginger turned and saw Todd Martin looking down at her from the top of the stairs. He was re-filling two plastic ice buckets from the machine at the end of the hall.

"Come on up, baby!" he called to her, "let's us dance the whole fucking night away!"

Ginger looked at the tall boy closely. He was a little unsteady, and he never used such language around her, but she still found herself getting up and climbing the stairs toward him. She really had no place else to go, and she did want to dance so badly!

Todd led her to a room on the third floor. This really surprised Ginger, since she understood all of the school kids' and teachers' rooms were on the second floor.

"Me and the guys saved our bucks and rented this mother under a phony name!" Todd bragged, turning the key. Inside, a stereo kept up a steady, driving beat, and people were laughing.

Todd and Ginger stepped into the semi-darkened room. In a few seconds, the nervous girl's eyes had adjusted to the light and she saw at least a dozen kids jammed into the smallish room. Several couples were dancing to the disco rhythm, some were making out in dark corners, a pair were writhing and kissing on one of the twin beds, their clothes still in place but all their other movements similar to the two fucks Ginger had witnessed over the last two days. Two more couples stood drinking and talking loudly over the music, Tony George among them.

Ginger blushed as she saw Tony, but she realized instantly that he hadn't seen her watching him as he balled Miss Caldwell and, besides, he couldn't see her blush in this light. She took the drink handed to her by Todd and sipped at it to hide her nervousness.

"Whooo! What's in this?" Ginger grimaced as the strong liquor taste hit her.

"Hey, I forgot! Miss goody-goody don't drink nothin' more powerful than milk!" Todd laughed. The group joined in, causing Ginger to color even more in the dim light. "Here, baby, you don't want to drink to get loose, try a hit of this!"

Ginger took the offered cigarette reluctantly. She stood looking at it as if it were a black widow between her fingers, but the whole room was looking at her, laughing, and she knew she had to act much different than normal or leave!

Tentatively, the pretty brunette sucked the acrid smoke into her lungs. She had seen enough films to know you were supposed to hold the smoke in for a few seconds, but it was all she could manage to do so. The pungent smoke tasted like a burning burlap sack and Ginger almost choked holding it in.

"Dyno-mite!" Todd shouted, putting his arm around the gasping girl as she released the tiny cloud. "The leopard can, and does change its spots!"

Ginger grinned crookedly as the couples around the room gave her a round of applause. She gulped down a big mouthful of the drink in her hand, hoping to kill the taste of the hot marijuana smoke in her parched throat. The booze didn't taste so bad this time. She took another big swallow.

"Let's dance, Todd!" Ginger smiled her girl smile at the tall teenager.

"Sure, babe, soon as we polish off the rest of this roach!" Todd grinned back at her and passed the smoking joint to her.

Eager to dance, Ginger sucked a huge lungful of smoke in, reducing the smoldering cigarette by half its short length with one puff. Todd raised his eyebrows but said nothing. He toked on the rest of the stubby roach until it was all but gone. Handing the remains to a friend, the good looking boy took Ginger by the arm and led her out onto the cleared space at the end of the room which served as a dance floor.

Ginger downed the rest of her drink and handed the empty glass to someone. This was what she had come for! The music grew louder as a new track on the album came on, a fast one, and the blasting, steady beat seemed to flow up Ginger's long, spectacular legs until her cunt absorbed the energy and began shaking and shimmying across the floor.

Always considered one of the best dancers in school, the lanky brunette felt wired into the speakers tonight. The powerful combination of booze and grass had stripped away the last vestiges of inhibition and freed her strutting body. Ginger gyrated and rocked her cunt up and back in time with the music the way she had always wanted to do when she was really into the sound but had always been afraid to up till now. The beat seemed to wash over her flowing, grinding hips, and her braless tits grew to full erection beneath her sweater as they swung and swayed to the music, the soft nylon rubbing her nipples like a feathery massage.

"Fuckin' A!" a male voice sighed with longing. "Look at her shake that pussy!"

Ginger would have melted through the floor with shame if anyone had said such things about her normally. But at this moment the lusty comments turned her on even more. She wished she had worn a skirt tonight – a short one, so that they could all see how long and delicious her legs were – a skirt that would have flipped, up as she danced, letting them all see how perfect her ass was, how small, yet firm and wonderfully rounded. She wished she were naked! Ginger realized suddenly. She wished she was shaking her tits and pussy right at these leering bastards, showing them that she was a scared little mouse of a girl no longer!

The song ended and Todd got them another drink. Everyone in the room was looking at her, Ginger realized. She took the offered drink and swallowed half of it without tasting it. Looking around the room defiantly, her hair swept back over her shoulder, her hippies jutting out under her tight, bulky knit sweater, Ginger took the fresh joint that was given her and sucked the smoke in until she could force no more into her popping lungs.

As she released the heady breath of grey, Ginger saw that not everyone in the room had their eyes on her. Over in the corner, Betty Shultz was stripped to the waist and a boy was sucking on her swollen nipples. Betty's eyes were now closed and she was urging her lover on as he unzipped her ski pants, still nursing her massive boobs as he worked on it.

Another piece of clothing was now missing on the bed too, Ginger noticed foggily. The couple there had undone their pants and shorts and the boy was fitting his stiff cock into the girl's puffy cunt lips. He pushed down onto her and Ginger gasped as the thick meat pole disappeared up into the moaning girl's wet cunt channel. His hips began to work and the girl sighed and dropped her knees wide open so that he could really split her pussy to the maximum.

A heavy lidded, half-awake look crept over Ginger's face as more and more of the couples discarded their clothes. A cock popped into a cunt here, a prick slid between a set of sucking lips there; all over the room, the kids were fucking and sucking like crazy. It made Ginger's cunt even hotter, knowing that it was her dancing that had really gotten the party off the ground.

"Come on, Todd, baby!" she murmured in a husky voice she didn't know she had. "Dance with me!"

"I don't feel like dancing!" Todd told his eyes on her rapidly rising and falling tits.

"Oh, honey, you'll like this dance," Ginger urged him. "I fuckin' promise!"

"Far fuckin' out!" Todd smiled, leading her onto the floor expectantly.