C. Ralston: Turning on her teachers

The totally bone-weary ex-virgin stumbled down to her room at a quartet to three. She was completely fucked out, as was everyone at the party.

Ginger opened the door to her room and the light from the hall caught Cheryl and her boyfriend in a beautiful stop-action pose that could have been lifted from a fuck film. It could have been a portrait entitled "The Guilty Pair".

Too tired to explain that she didn't care anymore whether Cheryl fucked Freddy's cock right off his skinny frame or not, Ginger merely pulled off all of her clothes before the startled couples' eyes and fell into the sack. She lay face down under the covers, her head turned toward the other twin bed but her eyes closed.

"Go on with what you're doing, just don't fuckin' be so noisy about it!" Ginger commanded them. She fell fast asleep.

"Oh, oh, oh, yeah, Freddy!" Cheryl's voice came to Ginger in an urgent whisper.

Railing over, Ginger saw that Cheryl's asshole was once again being invaded by Freddy's flying cock. The shit chute specialist was reaming Cheryl's big ass cheeks for all he was worth and the two of them were trying to hold back on their ranting and panting to keep from waking her up.

Stiff in every muscle she ever knew she owned, and some she hadn't guessed, Ginger got out of the bed slowly. Still naked, she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pair of underwear. Thinking better of it, she threw the bra back in the case and kept the panties.

Cheryl's mouth was open so far that it threatened to drop all the way to the bed as Ginger looked around at the couple, underwear in hand.

So was Freddy's. They had stopped again in mid-fuck.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Ginger said, holding up the panties, as though this explained why the shyest, most straight-laced girl in the class was suddenly completely at ease to be nude in a motel room with a couple engaged in anal screwing.

Ginger rather liked their shocked expressions. She decided not to try and explain, or rather, to explain without explaining.

"Muscles are real sore… from skiing, I guess," she offered brightly, smiling at the couple. "I think a warm shower, will loosen 'em up. You'd best go back to what you're were doing, I think. It's not something you can delay finishing forever, ya' know?"

Closing the bathroom door behind her, Ginger started to giggle at their amazed stares. Cheryl had looked as if her puffy face would, explode from embarrassment when Ginger had given them the flip advice on their sexual technique!

Adjusting the water, Ginger had to admit that last night was the best thing that had ever happened to her. All her life, her strict upbringing and lack of knowledge about sex had made her an outsider. She knew every kid in school, but she had never really felt like an accepted part of the group or a real asset to a school party – until last night!

From now an, Ginger knew, her life would be a lot different. She would be sixteen soon, and able to date. And now that she… knew people better… she was sure she would get dates, lots of dates! The prospect of all those sweet cocks exploring her tender little cunt gave her such a thrill that the water pounding off her nipples and clit in the shower almost made her cum.

Invigorated by the prospects for her future, and for today in particular, Ginger hurried through her shower and went back out into the bedroom dressed only in her translucent panties. Ignoring her "roommates" – who had finished their fucking and were now dressed in their underwear – Ginger slipped quickly into a pair of ski pants and alight turtle neck.

Ginger ran a comb through her dark locks and applied a small amount of eye make up. She saw her nipples standing but under the thin sweater and she couldn't resist teasing Freddy a little as she gathered up her parka and purse.

"Do you think my tits are big enough, Freddy?" she asked innocently as she prepared to leave the room. Ginger stuck her chest out, emphasizing the protruding points other erect nipples.

"Uh… they're fantastic!" Freddy blurted, eyeing the twin treasures hungrily.

"And my ass, do you like 'em tight, and round, and firm like mine?" Ginger cooed seductively, sticking her butt out provocatively in her clinging red ski pants.

"Oh, yeah!" Freddy sighed enviously, just staring at Ginger's firm little buns.

"Well, then why do you fuck around with a cow like Cheryl?" Ginger giggled, stepping out into the hall and closing the door behind her with a bang.

She could hear Cheryl gasp with indignation fight through the closed door as she went down to breakfast. That would teach the big-titted blonde a thing or two about calling other girls "cold pussy" Ginger thought triumphantly.

The dining room was full of people Ginger knew – intimately, after last night. The newly liberated teenager smiled and said hello to several of the boys, and girls, who had explored her pussy last night. She elected to sit by herself, deciding that she wanted to practice her newfound "skills" this morning, and that she would fuck the first guy who came over and sat down with her.

"Well, there you are!" Miss Caldwell's cherry tenor piped in from behind Ginger.

Heart sinking, the girl realized that Miss Caldwell meant to sit down at the small table with her. Why was the foxy sex-education teacher picking this morning, of all mornings? Some of the nicer looking boys were already finishing breakfast and heading for the slopes!

"May I?" the red haired twenty-five year old asked, indicating the chair opposite Ginger.

The girl nodded and Nancy Caldwell sat down. Ginger stared enviously at the older woman's huge tits as they bobbled and rolled to a stop beneath Nancy's tight ski sweater. Ginger had thought herself pretty daring, going braless under her own thin top. She would never have tried it if she had jugs like Miss Caldwell's forty-two D's!

"I checked with the management," Nancy began quickly. "I'm sorry, but it looks like you'll have to bunk with me. There simply aren't any other rooms available, so I moved Annette Chase in with Cheryl Colby and put you in my bunk."

Nancy was smiling, proud of her prompt handling of. Ginger's complaint, despite the crowded conditions. "We're having a bellboy switch the suitcases and gear right now."

Ginger's heart sank, but she was a good enough actress to keep on smiling. Now she would NEVER be able to sneak out tonight and continue her sexual initiation! Not sharing a room with the school chaperone. She thought briefly of blackmailing Miss Caldwell with her knowledge of the pretty teacher's fuck session with Tony George, but she realized it wouldn't work. She couldn't prove Miss Caldwell had balled and sucked off Tony, but the teacher would be able to prove Ginger had gone out tonight, if she did, for sure.

Growing more miserable as she thought the alternatives over, Ginger ordered a light breakfast and ate, it in near silence. She thanked Miss Caldwell for her quick handling of the situation and went outside.

Might as well ski, Ginger sighed to herself. It looked for sure like that was the only action she'd be getting today!

Ginger shot across the face of the mountain like a gliding gull in a summer sky. The snow crunched beneath her skis and the wind clutched at her bundled form as she plummeted down the steep, bumpy slope.

Experiencing an almost sexual charge from the speed, the drop rate, and the incredibly beautiful view, Ginger crouched lower and dug in with her poles, pushing herself to the limits of her capabilities and beyond. She shot into a particularly tough group of mogols and bounced her way through the small snow hills at a speed that left her breathless with excitement.

The thrill-seeking teenager flew over the last mogol and became airborne. Ginger sailed down the mountain trying to get out over her skis enough to land in a balanced position.