7 comments/ 102777 views/ 11 favorites A Taste of Ginger By: Maggie Red Rose A Taste of Ginger is the seventh story in the Ashley-Penny sequels that made its first appearance in An Itch Needing Scratching and continued with Caught in the Limelight, Never Too Old, Maid to Order, Intimate Revelations, and What the Husband Saw. New characters are added as the story line progresses to give variety to it; therefore, two new individuals are added in this latest story, enlarging the circle of friends that began with Ashley and Penny. I hope you enjoy the scenario and building of characters as well as the erotic, sexual parts, both of which are essential to the story. Without a good setting and the building of characters that humanizes each one according to her personal uniqueness would, for me, not make the story truly erotic but a series of sexual encounters loosely tied together. However, this is my writing style. Others have different styles of writing that work for them which is good since we wouldn't want all the stories in Literotica to read the same. Would we? So, I hope you enjoy reading A Taste of Ginger. * * * * * Ginger awakened to a bright, sunny morning. Filtered light softly illuminated her bedroom that overlooked Sydney Harbour. Today was a special day for Ginger. It was her nineteenth birthday, another milestone in her young life. She smiled and wrapped herself in the pink, silk sheets that covered her, and she pressed her head into the soft, downy pillows encased in pink pillowcases with fancy lace along the edges. At the foot of the four-poster, mahogany bed was a bedspread embroidered with little rose buds, puffing up from the batting and stitching. A sense of inner awareness came to Ginger as she considered how fortunate she was to have met Lady Rose in the gay pub and was asked to do a favour for her for which she would be given five hundred dollars, a staggering amount of money for a street kid who did odd jobs and panhandled to have money for food. For lodging Ginger mostly found an alley in which to sleep. She had been doing this ever since she was fourteen when her alcoholic mother who had men coming and going in the house kicked her out, telling her she was no good and never to come back. However, despite her desperate circumstances, Ginger never used drugs nor did she fall so low as to sell her body. She was too independent, headstrong, and proud to do such demeaning things. Besides, she was determined not to become like her mother, but these hard decisions made her life more difficult, but she lived it with dignity. She had a dream that someday, someday, she'd work her way out of the life she was living on the streets and make something of herself. A soft knock on her bedroom door broke into Ginger's reverie. "Come in," Ginger said, having a pretty good idea who it was. The door opened slowly, and Lady Rose came into Ginger's room, smiling with happiness. "Good morning, birthday girl! Happy birthday to my Ginger," Lady Rose beamed. Ginger smiled back with a look of "thank you" on her face. "Good morning, Lady Rose. Thank you so much for your cheery greeting." "Why shouldn't it be cheery? After all, it is a special day, your special day," said Lady Rose affectionately. "Every day is a cheery, special day for me ever since you got me off the streets and invited me to live with you in your magnificent home," Ginger answered sweetly. "I'm glad you think so, Dear," responded Lady Rose. "After you get dressed and we've had our breakfast, I want us to go into the Great Room. I have something to discuss with you, something I had mentioned a while ago even before you first came to live with me for which I have been eternally grateful." Ginger smiled and gleefully answered, "All right, Lady Rose. I'll get dressed in no time and come downstairs to join you for breakfast as quickly as I can." "Fine, Dear. I'll have my tea and wait for you," said Lady Rose. Lady Rose walked out of Ginger's bedroom, closing the door behind her. Ginger got up from her half-prone position and immediately jumped out of bed and went to take care of herself in the bathroom. She then came out and selected a tight pair of designer jeans that came just above her hips and a loose-fitting top that went far enough to cover her breasts, leaving her middle bare with her bellybutton quite pronounced because of the pierced bar through it. She slipped on a pair of sandals and left her room to go downstairs to join Lady Rose. Even though seventy years old, Lady Rose, who had been quite the rebellious young lady in her day, never lost her beliefs that everyone had a right to make up her own mind and make personal decisions such as choosing what clothes she wore and how she dressed. Ginger often surprised Lady Rose with the outfits she'd put together, but she never disapproved. Lady Rose knew Ginger was a grown woman and a free, independent spirit, the same as she was at her age and still was for that matter. Ginger soon bounced down the divided stairway that had a landing between the two sections to the foyer. This divided stairway was often an architectural design in large Victorian mansions. Lady Rose heard Ginger bounding down the stairs and smiled, sighing, "Ah, to be young again and so full of energy." While Lady Rose pondered those thoughts of years gone by, Ginger passed through the Great Room and joined her in the dining room. After breakfast she and Lady Rose went into the Great Room that was almost as big as the house was long except for the two attachments at each end. Lady Rose sat down in her fovourite lounge sofa in front of the fireplace, and Ginger sat down in the soft chair to her right that was angled towards Lady Rose. She remained quiet because Lady Rose looked very serious, and Ginger knew when Lady Rose had that scrutinizing look, she had something either important to say or share. Lady Rose softly cleared her throat and nervously said, "Ginger, Dear heart, do you remember what I said to you after you had agreed to come live with me on a trial basis? That for any reason should you decide not to stay you could leave?" Ginger didn't know where Lady Rose was going with this, but she was more than a wee bit nervous. "Yes, I remember, Lady Rose, and I agreed to accept your gracious invitation," Ginger affirmed. Lady Rose smiled as a flush came to her cheeks. "Do you remember what else I said that day?" asked Lady Rose. Ginger thought hard, searching for words they had shared that day, but at that time she was so excited such good fortune should come her way, she didn't hear half of what Lady Rose said. Lady Rose saw confusion on Ginger's face, so she went on without getting an answer from her. "I told you how lonely I was living all alone in this big, old house, and since you were living from hand to mouth on the streets, it might be a good idea for us to live together and that in time, if all went well, you'd be like the daughter I never had." Tears ran down Lady Rose's eyes, and she took out an Irish linen handkerchief to dry her eyes. Ginger swallowed hard when she saw Lady Rose crying, but she wasn't sure what made her cry. Lady Rose went on. "Well, I said that if we made a go of it, maybe you would become my legitimate, adopted daughter." Ginger sat transfixed, starring at Lady Rose in silence, not quite sure knowing what to say. Lady Rose reached out to a side table on her right between her lounge and Ginger's chair and opened a cheery-wood letterbox, reached in, and brought out an important-looking envelope with very fancy typed words on it. Ginger looked at the envelope and squirmed in her seat. She barely heard what Lady Rose said next. She was frightened and confused, but about what she didn't know. She decided, therefore, the best thing she could do was remain quiet. "Last week I went to see my lawyers to discuss a very important issue, Ginger. A legal matter that affects you," said Lady Rose tentatively, waiting for some response from Ginger that did not come. "Did you hear me, Dear?" asked Lady Rose. Ginger finally looked up, "Ah, yes. I heard you, Lady Rose, but I don't understand what your going to see your lawyers has to do with me." Lady Rose smiled affectionately at Ginger to ease her mind and calm her shaking hands. "I am going to tell you, my dear. And be assured this is nothing wrong or bad. In fact, it is good, very good. However, it all depends on you," said Lady Rose reassuringly. "On, me?" "Yes, Dear. On you." Lady Rose handed the envelope to Ginger who took it half-reluctantly. "This is one of my birthday gifts to you, Love. The best gift I hope," said Lady Rose. "Open it, and see what is inside." Ginger opened the envelope slowly and pulled out the folded papers from inside. "Now, unfold it and read what it says," Lady Rose smiled. Ginger unfolded the document until she was able to see the bold face writing at the top. It was the name of the law firm: Baker & McKinsie Law Firm. Ginger read slowly through all the "Whereas lines" until she came to the "Therefore line" that read: "Therefore, 'In accordance with the laws of Australia in the state of New South Wales and the city of Sydney, from this day forward let it be known that the one Ginger O'Hara shall become the legally adopted daughter of the one Lady Rose O'Grady of Sydney, Australia. In pursuant of said adoption let it be known the one Ms. Ginger O'Hara shall continue to be known by her original surname.'" "Ginger O'Hara…adopted daughter of Lady Rose O'Grady." Ginger's lower jaw had dropped, and she couldn't take her eyes from that' line about her becoming Lady Rose's adoptive daughter. Lady Rose was aglow with joy as she watched the surprise look come over Ginger's face as if the feeling were being slowly sculptured. "That is if you want this to be so, Ginger," Lady Rose said, unknowingly holding her breath while waiting for Ginger's answer. Ginger slid off her chair onto her knees and knelt beside Lady Rose. She enfolded her in her arms and hugged her warmly, tears welling up and misting her eyes. Gasping with excitement, Ginger answered, "Want it! Oh, my, yes, Lady Rose. I truely, truely want to be your daughter." Lady Rose let out a sigh of relief and breathed. She took Ginger's arms and held her at arms-length, and looking directly into Ginger's sparkling green eyes, she said, "Then, there is only one more thing to do to make this legal." "And what's that, Lady Rose?" Ginger inquired curiously. "Do you see that blank line down there at the bottom of the last page?" she asked. "Yes. I see it," answered Ginger. Lady Rose reached over to the side-table once more and took a pen out of its holder that was next to the letter box, offered it to Ginger, and said, "Since you are of legal age, you must sign the adoption document yourself to make it legal and official. I have already signed it in the presence of my lawyer, and I have asked Mrs. Kelly to Witness your signature." Lady Rose motioned Mrs. Kelly who had been standing at the back of the Great Room to come to her. Mrs. Kelly did so and watched Ginger sign her name on the blank line. "Ah, now everything is legal and above board," Lady Rose said as Mrs. Kelly left her and Ginger to themselves. "I shall have Howard deliver the adoption document to my lawyers this afternoon, and they will see that it is properly recorded." "Oh, Lady Rose, I don't know what to say. My heart is overflowing with love and gratitude for you and for what you have done and now do for me. I have been truely blessed by my Druid ancestors and the wee people." Ginger got back up from her chair, bent over, wrapped her arms around Lady Rose, and kissed her on the side of her cheek, only this time tears of joy were running down her cheeks, and they mingled with Lady Rose's tears. "Now, dry your eyes, Daughter. My, doesn't that word sound wonderful? Daughter." asked Lady Rose. "You don't want your eyes red and puffy when your party guests arrive at noon. Do you?" "Party? Party guests?" muffled Ginger. "I've never had a party or party guests in my life." "Well, you will today, Love. I've invited your closes friends: Penny, her sister Marina, Ashley, and, oh yes, a new one Penny and Ashley have modeling for them at their studio that we want you to meet. Her name is Estella Morgan. She's Irish-Welsh, and she has red hair, not orange like yours. I think you'll like her. She is a sweet, young woman," Lady Rose said. "They will be here a little before twelve, so you'd better get a move on it and take your shower, do-what-you-do, and get dressed into the new outfit hanging on the chiffarobe hook. When Mrs. Kelly did your room and we were eating and talking, she also got your new dress out that, of course, came from the boutique of my department store in the mall," Lady Rose said. "You shouldn't have," Lady Rose. "What you did for me was more than anything I could ever wish for." said Ginger. "Oh, hush. What are Mothers for?" answered Lady Rose, letting Mother roll off her tongue, enjoying the very sound of it. "I aim to spoil you, you know," she added. Ginger chuckled and ran out of the Great Room and bounded up the stairs to her room, leaving Lady Rose sitting in her lounge sofa with the biggest smile of contentment on her face and a gleam in her eyes. When Ginger walked into her room, she looked over at the chiffarobe to see what it was Lady Rose bought her to wear to her birthday party. For the second time that day Ginger's jaw just about dropped opened and her eyes were startled by what she saw. The dress was a black, shiny silk, form-fitting gown that would come to her knees. It had a thin neckpiece from which two equally thin shoulder straps went to the bodice that was cut beyond her cleavage to the waistline. The dress was designed to wear without a bra. The back was open to the waistline also. The dress was simple but made a bold statement. Ginger was to say the least, surprised. She didn't know Lady Rose would select a dress so alluring and sexy and just for her birthday party. "Wow! Double wow," said Ginger. "I can't believe Lady Rose picked out this style dress for me. It might be something I'd chose to wear, but Lady Rose? But then Lady Rose is an up-to-date, modern woman of the world even at seventy, and I'm sure she had help from her staff in the boutique of her department store. I will say, it ought to look stunning with my orange hair in contrast to its blackness." After looking her new dress over, Ginger turned towards her bed and saw an ensemble of undergarments lying on top. When she stood at the bottom of her bed, she looked down and saw how little there was both in quantity and size. Of course, the new dress had been designed for wearing without a bra. There was a pair of black, scalloped, lace-top, thigh high stockings and G-String that wasn't much of one since the part that went between the legs was made of a string of small pearls that fit between a woman's pussy lips and up to her clit where the pearls would rub up and down or back and forth, creating sexual arousal. This string of small pearls was attached to a small, lacy, see-through triangle that barely covered the abdomen and that had thin straps designed to go up and over a woman's hips and down between her ass cheeks where the two pieces met at the asshole. In all, it was an almost, nothing, crotch-less G-String made for stimulation and sexual arousal for a woman. Finishing the ensemble was a pair of toes-less, high heel, satin shoes with straps that went around a woman's ankles. Lady Rose didn't leave out anything that would show off her new daughter and her beauty and that would excite her while wearing the new outfit. Deep inside Lady Rose still had a playful, seductive spirit. As Ginger looked dumb-founded at her new clothes, both outer and under, and marveled at their intentional seductiveness, Mrs. Kelly came into her room to help her get into her new clothes. Once dressed and ready Ginger left her room and headed down the first flight of stairs to the landing. When she reached the landing, Penny, Ashley, Marina, and Estella jumped out from under the spacious stairwell and shouted, "Surprise! Happy Birthday, Ginger." In the moment of their joy the women fell silent. They looked up the first flight of stairs that led to the landing and saw Ginger standing in an aura of filtered-coloured light coming through a stained-glass window. In her new, seductive outfit she was an apparition to behold. Before that moment they had known Ginger as a cute, young girl, but now they saw a mature, young woman of beauty with a sensuous, curvaceous body. Ginger was absolutely breath taking, and for a few moments the girls just stood in silence, stunned by her beauty. "Oh, my, Ginger. We're dumb struck. We all knew you were a pretty girl, but to look at you now, you've become an adorable woman," said Penny. "I have to agree," said Ashley. Ginger was so flattered, she blushed, making her cheeks a deeper shade of natural flush, but then she smiled at her friends as she came downstairs to greet them. By the time she reached the large foyer, Lady Rose had joined the girls, and each one said, "Happy Birthday, Ginger," giving her a healthy hug and kiss on her lips, even Estella who had not met her before but was too captivated by her beauty not to kiss her. Ginger was radiant with happiness, and her happiness showed on her face and in her sparkling green eyes. Lady Rose took over as was her custom and quieted everyone down so they could hear what she was about to say. Keeping a momentary pause in the air, Lady Rose said, "Before we go into the Great Room to begin Ginger's birthday party, I want us to go outside onto the veranda. I've got something to show you but especially to my new daughter, Ginger." A collective gasp of utter surprise filled the foyer when they heard Lady Rose's announcement. "Yes, my friends. The papers are signed, and the only thing left to do is have my lawyers see that the document of adoption is registered at the Clerk's Office," Lady Rose smiled contentedly. Once more all of Ginger's friends in turn hugged and congratulated her. Ginger's story was one of those "rags to riches" that, being Lady Rose's daughter now, was true. "Let's all go out onto the veranda. Shall we? But for my own reasons, Ginger, I want you to be the last," said Lady Rose. Ginger gave Lady Rose a quizzical look and raised her shoulders but did as she had been asked. As Lady Rose headed for the door, her butler Howard opened it to let her and the ladies out onto the veranda, and once more they were caught by surprise. However, they weren't as surprised as Ginger when she joined them. She walked onto the veranda, and there parked on the red brick driveway was a red 2007 Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano Coupe dressed up in a large, pink bow with a bouquet of pink roses with white baby's breath and delicate, green ferns that had been placed in the middle of the roof. "Happy Birthday, Ginger. This is another of your birthday presents," Lady Rose said as she hugged her and kissed her on her cheek. Ginger's eyes opened wide from disbelief. Never in her wildest imagination did she ever dream of receiving so much on her birthday. She had not enough words to say to Lady Rose, but she hugged her and Lady Rose hugged in return as Ginger whispered into her ear, "Oh, my, thank you, Mother. It's absolutely beautiful." Lady Rose's heart skipped a beat, and she thought that Ginger's calling her Mother was worth every dollar she paid for the car. "All right, now, let's get into the Great Room and let the party begin. There are still more surprises that will unfold as the day goes on," said Lady Rose with a slight breathiness in her words and a wicked gleam in her grey eyes. A Taste of Ginger In addition to the paleness of Ginger's skin, Jasmine never imagined a woman could have orange pubic hair that allowed one to see the faint blush of pink flesh beneath it on her pussy lips. Then, too, there was Ginger's curly, orange hair that cascaded down her shoulders and over her pert breasts. "Oh, I'm going to love devouring this young, sweet morsel with my mouth, lips, and tongue," Jasmine thought as she began a slow slide down the inside of Ginger's inner, soft, thighs, heading toward her goal, the Gates of her Nirvana, the doors which were Ginger's labia, and Jasmine had the two keys to this carnal kingdom, her fingers and her tongue. As Jasmine got closer to Ginger's pussy, she smelled the faint fragrance of rose petals. Ginger had begun using rose-scented feminine body wash after moving in with Lady Rose since roses were her favourite flower and the scent of them was her favourite fragrance. Jasmine was inches away from Ginger's pussy. She reached out with her right hand and let her open fingers comb gently through Ginger's pubic hair, luxuriating in this newness she had never seen nor felt before this opportunity. She had no idea when Lady Rose had called the agency to hire a belly dancer for a birthday party with special add-ons for which she would be paid well that she would be performing cunnilingus on such a one as Ginger. In past, private jobs, she did what she was paid to do, but that was all. She never became sexually turned on or aroused by any of the women she serviced. Therefore, she also agreed to do this job just for the money, expecting the same experiences as before, but now Jasmine was going to service Ginger not just for the money but to satisfy her own sexual hunger that for the first time in her private, performing work as a belly dancer made her pussy moist and very wet between her legs. Jasmine joined her right hand with her left hand so she could travel up Ginger's body as if they were connected, touching as much of her flesh as she could. As she did so, Ginger felt gooseflesh form on her legs and arms, rising from the sexual response to such loving touches Jasmine was giving her as she allowed her hands to roam freely over Ginger's body, finally to come together as if in prayer to Buddha at her belly button. With her hands still held together, palm and fingers to palm and fingers, Jasmine slid down the middle of Ginger's body, over her raised mons, and between the lips of her puffy labia, stopping at the entrance of her vulva. She opened her hands, palms down, and rolled them inward until her forefingers touched, and once more her hands were on the inside of Ginger's silky-soft thighs. From that position, Jasmine moved her fingertips onto Ginger's labia, both majora (large) and minora (small). Her sensitive fingertips felt the wetness on Ginger's pussy lips, letting her know she'd meet no resistance inserting her first two fingers inside her vagina. Jasmine gently took her fingertips, inserted them onto the sides of the Ginger's labia and opened both, revealing the opening to her vagina where for the first time she saw the coral, pink lining of Ginger's vaginal sheath. This was Jasmine's first key. Having Ginger's pussy lips open, Jasmine bent her head forward until it was inches above Ginger's hot, creamy pussy hole. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and touched Ginger's vaginal entrance with the tip of her tongue inside. Jasmine wanted to savor the taste of Ginger's pussy. It was delicate and sweet, and Jasmine loved the rich, soft, smooth feel of Ginger's tender, vaginal flesh. With the delicate taste; the faint, rose fragrance that lingered; and the rich, soft, smoothness of Ginger's vaginal flesh, Jasmine knew she had used her second key, Her fingers opened the outer gates to Ginger's Nirvana, and her tongue opened the inner gates, giving access to her clit that is the Jewel of Ginger. Now that Jasmine had her mouth over Ginger's vaginal opening and the tip of her tongue inside her vaginal sheath, she moved her hands onto Ginger's hips to give her a firm hold of them so she could control what she intended to do with Ginger's vulnerable, sensual body. With her hands like so, Jasmine pulled them gently upward as she pressed her head forward and buried her beautiful, exotic face into the orange bush of Ginger's blood-engorged pussy until her lips lay flat against her labia, covering her nose, tip of her chin, and top of her forehead with Ginger's pubic hair. Jasmine was then kissing Ginger's vertical, nether lips with her wet, horizontal lips, together forming a sensual cross. Once in that position, Jasmine moved the tip of her tongue, and in one, singular, steady forward motion thrust it into Ginger's vagina, sliding past the upper ridges with no problem and onto the front of her soft, spongy G-Spot where she was physically stopped, allowing Ginger and her time to compose themselves. "Oh, my. Yes, Jasmine. You're lifting me up higher and higher in ecstatic joy," Ginger thought. "Ginger tastes and feels so good around my tongue. I can feel the creamy lubricant around her vaginal sheath," Jasmine mused as she waited and tasted. However, Jasmine broke into both their reveries when she drew her tongue backwards towards the opening of Ginger's vagina, but as quickly as she got there, she just as quickly thrust her stiffening tongue back inside until she had established a methodic fucking motion. As she did this, Ginger rocked her hips up and down to match the rhythm Jasmine had established with her fucking tongue. It became difficult to know if Jasmine was tongue-fucking Ginger's vagina or if Ginger was fucking Jasmine's tongue and face. Maybe both. One thing was certain, whoever was doing what to whom, Ginger was becoming exceedingly aroused by Jasmine's tongue-fucking action inside her pussy, and her erotic tolerance was becoming weaker and weaker as her inner body continued to build the inner, electrical energy that found its way to all of Ginger's erogenous zones: her hard nipples and puffy areolas, her excited clit and shaft, her blood-engorged labia, and her G-Spot. Ginger knew from her own experience this power would soon send out enough messages to her erogenous zones, telling them to begin the meltdown of the building, sexual energy until they discharged all that sexual energy stored in the vortex of her being in an all-consuming orgasm that would explode inside and around her sexually energized clit, her pearl of great worth. As Ginger's mind and body communicated and melded with one another regarding her forthcoming orgasm, Jasmine grudgingly withdrew her pussy cream-coated tongue and placed the tip of it at her vaginal opening. Knowing Ginger was near her orgasm, Jasmine dispensed with using her fingers to go up to her energy-charged clit. Instead, she inserted her tongue between Ginger's small labia and moved the tip of it upward like a cobra rising from a reed basket, swaying sinuously to the melody of the Indian flutist that some believe hypnotizes the snake with the sound of his music. This was true also between Jasmine's tongue and Ginger's pussy. Jasmine's slithering tongue held Ginger as if hypnotized by its seductiveness and seducer. Both still hearing in the background East Indian music as if it were an echo from some distant place and time, Ginger and Jasmine were caught in their own world and time as Jasmine performed cunnilingus on Ginger. Jasmine let her tongue insinuate itself between Ginger's pussy lips in a series of "S curves," slowly, teasingly so, getting closer and closer to her throbbing clit. "Oh, Jasmine. My clit is so alive with sexual energy that I am ready to orgasm. Please hurry," Ginger whispered so softly no one else in the room heard what she said as she pressed her pussy into Jasmine's face. Jasmine's tongue was almost to Ginger's clit. Another inch to go. The tip of Jasmine's tongue stopped at the bottom of her clit, but she easily slid over it and onto Ginger's blood-engorged clit that was vibrating within as if there were a tiny vibrator inside. Jasmine flicked her tongue rapidly over the tip of Ginger's clit, causing a doubly erotic sensation for Ginger. In fact, the sensation was so intense Ginger reached out and lightly placed her hands onto the sides of Jasmine's beautiful, olive-dark face and gently pulled her forward onto her aroused clit and into her orange, hairy bush. She pressed. Knowing what Ginger wanted, Jasmine opened her mouth and formed her lips into an "O" and thrust harder on Ginger's clit and sucked with more vigor, making it almost hum within her mouth. "Yes, Jasmine. Yes," Ginger moaned in utter sexual joy, knowing her orgasm was close to cumming. Jasmine knew, too, as she gently pulled her head away and removed Ginger's clit from her mouth after sucking on it one more time to make sure the sexual energy would continue to flow. In the time it took Jasmine to get from Ginger's throbbing clit to her vulva containing both her urethra and vaginal openings, she was on the verge of orgasm. From personal experience, when Lady Rose saw the deepening flush on Ginger's face, a sure sign she was about to cum, with a wicked smile on her face like the Cheshire Cat of Alice in Wonderland, she demurely looked at Penny and Ashley to her left and to Penny's younger sister Marina and Estella to her right and asked, "Would any of you ladies want to join me and Jasmine in tasting Ginger? If so, follow me, and we shall take turns eating Ginger's pussy and reaping the fruit of Jasmine's labor." Without a word or hesitation each hurriedly crossed the room with Ashley walking beside Lady Rose until they stopped behind Jasmine. A few feet back and away Penny was to Lady Rose's right. Ashley was a few feet back and to her left. Marina filled in behind her sister Penny, and Estella filled in behind Ashley. Positioned this way the six of them looked like an upside down "V" to Ginger's "V" of her womanhood that formed by her splayed legs. No sooner were they in position, and none too soon, Ginger went ridged; tightened her slim abdomen, showing the tips of her hip bones; sucked it in; griped the sides of the sofa until her knuckles turned white; and for a brief moment there was silence except for heavy breathing. However, as quickly as the stillness in the Great Room became palpable, so the stillness broke. Her eyes shut tightly, a slight grimace on her face from built-up sexual energy about to explode, Ginger opened her mouth and screamed her orgasm that echoed throughout the Great Room and parts of the house, and with her scream Ginger lifted her ass off the sofa and shot a large load of clear ejaculate from her vagina that was soon joined by a smaller, steady stream of ejaculate from her urethra. The unexpected, full force of it splashed onto Jasmine's beautiful face and into her open mouth that she had to swallow lest she choke from the amount of it. As Jasmine was swallowing, she moved aside and helped Lady Rose down to cover Ginger's openings to receive a mouthful from Ginger's ongoing first load, and then the others followed Lady Rose, each getting a taste of Ginger from the end of her first load to her second, and finally to her third, it becoming a small stream of clear ejaculate running out of her vagina. Lady Rose and all of Ginger's friends backed away while still licking their lips and tasting Ginger's ejaculate. Looking from face to face, they milled around in front of Ginger, rambling on about what just happened and how none of them knew they would become part of the special activity. However, they were all sure Lady Rose had known what was to happen. There isn't much of anything that Lady Rose doesn't know if it involves her and sometimes when it even doesn't involve her. She is truely a "Woman About Town." Jasmine knelt back down between Ginger's legs and licked whatever liquid and pussy cream was left on Ginger's pussy lips, so good did she taste to Jasmine. Placing her hands once more on the tops of Ginger's wet thighs, Jasmine leaned forward and pushed her face back onto Ginger's very soaked pussy and kissed it, now smelling the faint fragrance of rose petals and the musk of her ejaculate. Ginger still had her eyes closed, so she didn't know all of her friends, and not just Jasmine, got a taste of her. She just lay still on the special lounge made for this occasion, attempting to get control of her breathing and allowing her heart to stop pounding inside her chest and temples. Her labored breathing made her pert breasts rise and fall with each breath. As for Lady Rose and all the girls, they looked at one another, comparing who had gotten the wettest from Ginger's abundant ejaculation which they all loved. It was a special, unknown treat as part of their celebrating Ginger's birthday. Finally, when Ginger opened her eyes and looked down her body, expecting to find only Jasmine between her legs, she was surprised to see everyone standing in front of her, the fronts of their dresses all wet. Not being able to control herself, Ginger began laughing aloud as she looked from one of her friends to another, including her mother Lady Rose. "What…what's going on her?" asked Ginger surprisingly through her laughter. Lady Rose and all her friends laughed uproariously, joining Ginger, but it was Lady Rose who answered Ginger's question. "Well, Ginger…Daughter, I hired Jasmine to come and pop out of the cake, dance for everyone, but do a special dance and seduce you. And what a job she did," Lady Rose added. "It was my best pleasure, Lady Rose, because, indeed, I did not know the one I was asked to seduce would be as beautiful as your daughter Ginger. It was more than my pleasure to seduce her and eat her pussy," Jasmine chuckled bashfully. Ginger smiled at Jasmine, "And I must say, Jasmine, you surely know how to pleasure a woman. So, I thank you for your birthday present even though it was made possible by my mother Lady Rose." Lady Rose beamed with delight hearing Ginger call her Mother. "Well, Ginger…ladies…and now you, too Jasmine, I want you all to get out of your wet clothes and get dressed for a night-on-the-town. We're going to enjoy a special birthday dinner in Ginger's honor in one of Sydney's famous restaurants," Lady Rose said. "But we're all soak-and-wet," Ashley said questioningly. "Not to worry, Ashley. You know I'm always prepared and have everything thought out well in advance and even have contingency plans just in case," Lady Rose assured everyone. "If you go into the large room across the foyer—I know everyone except Estella and Jasmine know the room of which I speak. It is the very one you all met Ginger for our first sex play—you'll each find a dress especially selected for you by my dress consultant at the up-scale boutique in my department store in the mall in city centre. You also know I have each of your size and measurements, and, Estella, I got your size and measurements from Penny and Ashley who took them during your interview at their studio. As for the styles, I think I know all of you rather well and what I've seen you wear, and I got a clue from the studio for you Estella." All the girls looked at one another in amazement, but then, once more each knew that anything Lady Rose did she did correctly and well-planned. "As for your dresses and anything else that got wet when my daughter shot her cum all over you," Lady Rose laughed, "leave them on the pad on the bed, and I'll have them collected and have my butler and driver Howard take them to the dry cleaners. When they are done and returned, I'll have him deliver them at your homes." "That's Lady Rose for you," said Ashley as if not surprised since she had known her longer than any of the girls. Jasmine looked around the group of women, felt her wet top, looked down at her belly dancing costume, and knew she would be out of place wherever they went to dinner. Therefore, she said apologetically, "Lady Rose, I'm so very grateful for your gracious invitation to join the birthday party, but as you see, I'm all wet, too, and not dressed to join you and the others." Once more Lady Rose had a ready answer. "Now, now, Jasmine. Not to worry. I have racks of dresses of all sizes in the large closet behind the two big doors to the left. After all, I do own two department stores, including the boutique in the mall. Surely you'll find something there that will suit you. And if you are accustomed to wearing the traditional Indian Sarees, I have a special rack of them, too. We have many East Indian women customers. So, you'll join us then? Yes?" "Oh, Jasmine, please do," begged Ginger. "I so want you to join us. Since you performed cunnilingus on me, a bond has been made between us. Yes? And, besides, this I promise you, some day soon I want you to come to the house not as someone hired but as a friend and guest." "Yes, Jasmine. You are welcome to come to the house as our guest," agreed Lady Rose. Smiling broadly Jasmine said, "You are much too kind, Lady Rose. But I shall love to come and be a friend to you and your daughter Ginger. Very glad." Jasmine paused while she thought if she should say anything about what Ginger had just told her, but she thought she might be expected to answer, and so Jasmine looked directly at Ginger and said, "And, Ginger, if you meant what you said, I would love for you to return the favor and perform cunnilingus on me. I so wanted that today, but I knew why I was here. It was to pleasure you and not take into consideration my sexual needs. Although, I did enjoy pleasuring you with my body, especially my hands and mouth, and I enjoyed having you squirt your ejaculate into my mouth." "Yes, I said that, and I promise to have you over and eat your pussy," said Ginger. "And I always' keep my promises," she smiled at Jasmine. "Then I'll be most happy to join you all for dinner," said Jasmine. "Well, now that that's settled, you girls better get a move on it and do what you have to do and get into your new clothes. I'll do the same. And, by the way, I have ordered two stretch limousines and specifically asked for female drivers whom I rang down the list until I found two who are lesbians. We are going to the InterContinental SYDNEY Hotel and Restaurant, and I have reserved the elegant Premier's Room just for us for the whole evening. We shall be dinning at a large table that seats twelve," said Lady Rose as she turned and walked from the room to go upstairs to her bedroom where Mrs. Kelly was waiting for her. The Westminster chimes had just struck seven o'clock when everyone except Ginger gathered in the foyer. Once more Lady Rose had asked her maid Mrs. Kelly after she did her to help Ginger get cleaned up and back into her special undergarments and new dress. "My, Ginger, you barely have anything on yourself, and that string of little pearls in the G-String that rides between your labia and over you clitoris looks mighty uncomfortable. However, I guess it's just for you young women, and I must admit it looks good on you. Could you imagine my wearing one of those?" Mrs. Kelly asked as she burst out laughing. Ginger joined in her laughter. "Well, Miss, enough of this. We have to get you ready, or Lady Rose will have a 'you know what' for me," she said in a heavy Irish brogue. After her undergarment ensemble was on, Mrs. Kelly helped Ginger get into her elegant, black, backless dress once more. "Now, turn around, so I can get a look at you," said Mrs. Kelly. Ginger twirled around with her long, orange, hair trailing in the created breeze until she was facing, Mrs. Kelly. "My, my, Ginger, you are, indeed, a beautiful Colleen. The wee ones must have blessed you when you were born. Now get you gone before Lady Rose becomes impatient with me," Mrs. Kelly said.