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Ginger Snap

By: Katiecat



Dana yawned and stretched, combing her fingers through her dark, wavy hair. She refastened the tortoiseshell barrette at the nape of her neck that was supposed to make it look neat and professional – "supposed to" being the operative words. It always seemed to look as if she'd just rolled out of bed. Oh well. Her eyes drifted between the three camera monitors; still nothing exciting going on, and it was almost closing time. She leaned back in the slightly creaky leather chair and put her feet up on the solid oak desk. Being the loss-prevention officer for her friend Jade's exclusive shop was really a dream job. Trashy Treasures was an upscale boutique, located in a trendy section of downtown -- not a bad neighborhood -- a place for fashionable, stylish clientele to buy lingerie, cosmetics, books, and "quality toys". The pay was great (Jade was very generous to her closest friends), and nobody shot at her anymore. It was much better than being a cop. All she had to do was wear a pseudo-police uniform, keep an eye on the monitors and the observation window in this cushy office, and come downstairs from time to time to intimidate the occasional shoplifter. 

Dana's deep brown eyes narrowed as she scanned the black and white flickering images, then she stood to get a better view through the one way mirror that overlooked the floor of the store. Ah, that cute redhead was back, and dressed to kill, as usual. She shopped here a few times a week, always in the most…interesting…outfits. Tonight she wore a short black skirt of a heavy, quilted material – maybe velvet? – with silver zippers scattered in the most intriguing locations. Her little scoop-necked t-shirt was cherry red, with a cartoon picture of a black kitten on the front, and some writing on it that Dana couldn't quite make out from the distance. Black and white striped tights and black combat boots completed the ensemble. The girl's shiny auburn hair barely brushed her shoulders, and straight heavy bangs emphasized her slanted green eyes. She glanced briefly up toward the mirrored window, and then reached for a book on a bottom shelf. She didn't bend her knees and crouch down, but bent over at the waist in a most unladylike manner, her short black skirt riding up over her curvaceous ass. She wasn't wearing tights after all; they were thigh high stockings, with lacy white garters decorated with red ribbon rosettes. The pose revealed not only the tops of the stockings, but also a heart-stopping view of the lower curves of her butt cheeks, clad in black satin panties. 

Dana swallowed, hard, and could hear her own heart pounding. As usual, she wanted to peel off that slutty outfit, pin the little tease down on cool sheets, and lick every inch of her body. She glanced at the clock – 9:50, ten minutes to closing. The girl would make her purchase soon and be gone, until next time. Dana rubbed her palm against her heavy breasts, feeling her nipples, hard as pebbles, through the khaki uniform. She sighed resignedly, knowing that visions of a certain redheaded sugarplum would fuel her fantasies tonight – again.

Dana grabbed the ring of keys out of the drawer to go lock up. Bobbi, the sweet little blonde who was cashiering tonight, was already starting to count out the register – it was a few minutes early, but forgivable since there was only one shopper left in the store. Besides, Bobbi had mentioned earlier that she was on her way to a party right after work. But just as she was turning to head downstairs, Dana saw something that made her pause.

The redhead was in the far corner of the store, in the lingerie section. She had pulled a pair of panties off a hanger and was holding them flat in front of her pelvis, measuring them from hip to hip to be sure they'd fit. They were some sort of frothy red and white confection, and Dana's imagination went wild, thinking about how pretty they'd look on her…then off her...

The girl glanced briefly at Bobbi, but instead of walking over to make her purchase, she looked up at the mirror -- a long, studied look. Then, slowly smiling, she opened her little black purse and deliberately stuffed the panties inside. She tilted her head to one side, grinning, never taking her eyes from the mirror. That little bitch, Dana thought, if I didn't know better I'd swear she was challenging me. Hell, maybe I don't know better. The girl began strolling nonchalantly toward the exit, right past the preoccupied cashier. Dana headed down the wooden stairs almost silently, but took them two at a time.

She strode across the store so quickly and quietly that Bobbi didn't even notice or look up from the coins she was counting into the register drawer. The girl had the front door open and one foot actually on the sidewalk when Dana grabbed her elbow and gently but firmly steered her back into the store. "Excuse me, miss, I'd like to have a word with you." 

The redhead looked Dana up and down, apparently not intimidated by the uniform or the striking brunette who towered over her by at least six inches. "Is there a problem, Officer…" with a quick look at Dana's badge, "…Garcia?" she asked demurely.

"That remains to be seen," replied Dana, guiding the little thief toward the back of the store, and the stairs that led to the office. 

Bobbi straightened up from the night drop safe and said, almost pleadingly, "Dana, I have a date…"

Dana smiled, "No problem, kid, I can take care of this..." she looked pointedly at the girl still firmly in her grasp, "…situation myself. Lock the door on your way out, I'll come down and deadbolt it in a bit. Go have fun."

Bobbi flashed a grin and gave a mock salute. "Yes ma'am." She giggled as she headed for the exit, "You too…"

Dana smiled, thinking, oh yeah, I intend to, and began leading her charge once again toward the stairs. 

"Wait a minute, where are we going?" the girl asked, digging in her heels and trying unsuccessfully to free her arm from Dana's steel grip. 

"Upstairs to the office."

"And if I refuse?" she asked petulantly. God, what a brat. She looked for all the world as if she was about throw a full blown temper tantrum. Her perfect eyebrows were knitted together in a pretty frown, and her glossy pink lips were in an absolutely kissable pout. Dana wanted to grab the hair at the nape of her neck, pull her head back, and force her tongue between those sweet lips…just for an appetizer. Now she could finally read the words on the tiny t-shirt stretched across the girl's round little tits: "Bad Kitty, Meow, Meow". Bad Kitty, you don't know what's in store for you, Dana thought. 

"Well, we can do this one of two ways," Dana said quietly. "I can call the cops to come right now and arrest you – and I know for a fact that a few of my buddies down at the station house would just love to have a dress-up dolly like you to play with all night long." The girl's eyes widened considerably, and she visibly gulped – yep, this was going to be fun. "Or," Dana continued, "you can march your ass up to the office, and we'll have ourselves a little chat." The girl conceded the staring match and reluctantly allowed herself to be half-shoved up the stairs.

Dana closed the office door behind them and turned on the desk lamp. "Have a seat," she said, indicating the straight-backed wooden chair in front of the desk. It wasn't exactly designed for comfort. But then, thieves didn't deserve to be comfortable, did they? Dana sat on the corner of the desk, folded her arms, and said, "OK, let's see what's in your purse."

The girl started pulling individual items out and dropping them one by one on the desk – a comb, some eye shadow, a pen, a piece of gum (which she paused to unwrap and pop in her mouth), a wad of bills, her ID…

Dana picked up the license, read it, and smiled. 24…not quite as young as she acted, but definitely of age. "Your name is Ginger?" The girl nodded, distractedly chewing the gum, and kept carefully pulling things out of her bag – lip gloss, breath mints, keys…

Dana grabbed the purse and unceremoniously dumped the remaining contents on the desk. And there, in all their price-tagged glory, were the red and white panties. 

"Well, look at this. Do you have a receipt for these?"

Ginger glared. "Obviously not…but I'll pay for them now."

"Of course you will," chuckled Dana. "But that's what you should have done in the first place. That's what all law-abiding citizens do – they pay for things they want, they don't just shove them in their pockets or purses." 

Ginger's lovely green eyes narrowed to slits. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it and closed it. She snatched up the wad of bills and started counting them out. "They're 22.50, right? Here's 25.00, that should cover tax, too." Dana grinned and didn't answer, but she leaned lazily across the desk, reached in the drawer for a small pair of scissors, and snipped the tags off the stolen garment. Ginger cleared her throat nervously. "Unless you want more…" She counted out three more twenties and laid them deliberately on the desk. Dana put the first 25.00 in the petty cash box with the price tags, and pushed the remaining bills back toward Ginger. "Sure, honey, I want more, but not that."

Ginger huffed a little sound of exasperation, and started shoving her cash and belongings back into her purse. "What the hell do you want from me, then?"

"Why did you shoplift? You had plenty of money to pay for those." 

Ginger shrugged, noncommittally, and looked pointedly at the floor. Dana said, "Excuse me, I'm talking to you." Ginger rolled her eyes, and blew a bubble. 

Unbelievable, Dana thought, shaking her head. She pulled a tissue out of the box, and sat on the edge of the desk directly in front of the girl, holding it out to her. "Spit out that gum and answer me." 

Ginger grinned wickedly, and then spit the gum at Dana, hitting her squarely in the chest. Dana looked down at the sticky wad, then back up at the girl. "I can't believe you just did that." She calmly pulled most of the gum off with the tissue and tossed it in the trashcan. "Kitty thinks she has claws," she murmured, shaking her head. "You are so going to pay for that, baby." 

The look of triumph on Ginger's face faded as Dana placed a hand on each arm of the wooden chair, and leaned in very close, staring down into those now-uneasy green eyes. "Now let me tell you how it's gonna be. You've paid for the item you stole – that's restitution. But you still need to be punished." Ginger squirmed, trapped in her seat; her breath smelled like cinnamon, and Dana wanted so badly to kiss her, to taste her, but there would be time enough for that later. Kisses were the best medicine to ease the sting of discipline. "Don't think I didn't notice the baggie and rolling papers you shoved back in your purse." Ginger stopped squirming – and also appeared to stop breathing for a moment. "Personally, I don't give a shit if you have pot," Dana continued, levelly. "But the police sure would. Shoplifting and possession of marijuana wouldn't look good on your record. So I can call them to come take you off my hands…or…you can let me be judge and jury and punish you as I see fit. And we'll resolve this right here and now. Agreed?"

Ginger, wide-eyed, gave a slight nod of her head.

"I can't hear you," said Dana. "Do you agree to allow me to discipline you for your crimes?"

"Yes," Ginger managed, hoarsely.

Dana raised an eyebrow and waited patiently.

"Yes…ma'am?" Ginger tried.

"That's better," Dana laughed. She leaned back against the desk and her face was instantly serious again. "Now strip."

"What? W-why?" Ginger stammered, shocked.

Dana reached over and pinched both of Ginger's nipples, hard, causing the girl to gasp. "Because I told you to, and I make the rules -- you'd better figure that out quick." Dana leaned back against the desk again and folded her arms.

Ginger stood, bit her lower lip uncertainly, then lifted her t-shirt over her head. She wore a plunging lacy white bra trimmed with little red bows. Her nipples were hard little points, straining against the sheer fabric. She seemed to respond positively to a little pain and humiliation. Good. 

"Nice," said Dana. "Now the rest – need to be sure you aren't hiding any other merchandise." 

Ginger stalled a bit, untying and removing her boots, then carefully rolling up the stockings and tucking them inside, before she finally unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She blushed charmingly, and hugged herself, shivering a little. Her skin was a lovely pale ivory, with a light sprinkling of freckles on her arms and between her breasts. She had a small, neat tattoo of twin cherries on her right hip, just above the waistband of her panties.

Dana chuckled. "Nice ink, but probably false advertising." She threw the panties at Ginger. "Put these on – they're yours now, you paid for them."

Bashfully, Ginger slid the black satin down her legs, revealing a small patch of red fur that was only slightly darker than her hair. She slipped on the tiny red and white scrap of fabric that matched her dainty bra, and the picture made Dana catch her breath, then give a low, admiring whistle. "You look like a fucking porno valentine," she said. Ginger blushed and ducked her head, biting her lip again. 

"OK, back in the chair, hands behind you," ordered Dana. Ginger looked a bit puzzled, but complied. "Let's try this again. You shop here all the time -- might even be called a good customer. So why did you try to steal tonight?" 

Ginger looked at the floor and said softly, "Maybe I was trying to get your attention."

Dana raised her eyebrows. "Trying to get my attention?"

Ginger looked up, exasperated. "Well, yeah…the clothes weren't working!"

"Oh, I see," Dana laughed, "the fashion show was for my benefit. And here I thought you were just some kind of punk princess clothes horse." 

Ginger's cheeks colored and she looked at the floor again. The flush spread all the way down to her cleavage. Redheads blush so easily, thought Dana, amused. She stepped behind the wooden chair and, before Ginger could even protest, deftly cuffed the girl's right wrist, wound the chain behind the wooden chair slats, and cuffed her left wrist. Ginger gasped and instinctively but futilely tugged on the cuffs. Dana patted her shoulder and said, "I'll be back in a bit."

"Wait, where are you going?" asked Ginger.

"Relax, I just have a few things to take care of," said Dana, heading for the door.

"How long are you going to be gone?" asked Ginger nervously. 

"I need to lock up and get a few things. I'll be back when I'm done," Dana said, beginning to get irritated.

"But you can't leave me here – what if you don't come back?" And edge of panic was creeping into Ginger's voice.

"If I don't come back, then someone will find you here in the morning. You are really beginning to piss me off," Dana snapped. She strode back across the room and snatched Ginger's discarded panties from the floor. The crotch was very damp, and Dana could smell her clean, enticing scent. Cupping the girl's chin, she pressed in firmly with her thumb and middle finger on either side of her jaw, commanding, "Open." And she thoroughly enjoyed the look of shocked outrage in Ginger's eyes as she stuffed half of the wadded black satin into the girl's mouth as a make-shift gag. "Don't even think about spitting those out," Dana said. "If you do, I have duct tape in the drawer. Now, behave." She patted Ginger once on the head, as if she were a puppy. She exited the office without a backward glance, and shut the door with a satisfying click.

Dana deadbolted the front and back doors, then did a little shopping of her own. She perused the shelves, dropping a few interesting and useful items from the shelves into one of the store's distinctive black and silver shopping bags. Humming to herself, knowing that Ginger was bound and helpless upstairs, she totaled her items on a sales ticket and slipped it into a drawer. Jade could deduct the purchases from her paycheck at the end of the month (after the generous employee discount she offered), but after seeing the list of items, her employer would be more likely to ask if she could come to Dana's place for a slumber party. Dana shook her head and chuckled at the thought.

"Honey, I'm home…" Dana announced cheerfully as she re-entered the office. "Did you miss me?" Ginger, wide-eyed over the gag, looked at her with a mixture of relief and terror. Dana eased the wet panties out of the girl's mouth, murmuring, "I see I didn't need the duct tape after all." Dana undid the cuffs, unhooked Ginger's bra, and removed it in one smooth, practiced motion. Ginger opened her mouth to protest, but Dana stopped her abruptly. "You will speak when spoken to, when I ask you a direct question, understand?" Ginger nodded and said meekly, "Yes, Ma'am." 

"Good girl, you're learning," Dana said. "Now, stand up." 

Ginger obeyed, and Dana ran her hands gently over the girl's breasts, admiring her soft pale skin and exquisitely responsive nipples. She pinched them tightly, feeling them harden under her fingertips, eliciting a slight squeak from the distressed girl. She longed to slide her arms around Ginger, pull her close and nuzzle her neck…but first things first. Dana moved the few items on the desk to the side – blotter, pens, stapler – then ordered, "Bend over," indicating the broad smooth surface. She pulled a small but wicked looking black leather paddle out of the shopping bag. 

Ginger stood frozen in disbelief, looking from the paddle, to Dana's stern expression, back to the paddle. 

"OK, that's three more for acting stupid," Dana said through gritted teeth. "Down." Dana shoved the nearly naked girl up against the edge of the desk, and pushed Ginger down with her left hand on the small of the girl's back. She pulled the panties down over Ginger's hips in one swift motion, letting them slide down to her ankles, leaving her bare and vulnerable. Dana noted another tattoo, a tiny pink rosebud at the base of the girl's spine, right where the cleft of her lovely ass began; Dana couldn't resist smiling to herself, oh, isn't that just too fucking perfect. But she made damn sure Ginger wouldn't hear any amusement in her voice. "First you get twenty for stealing -- now, count." 

After the first swat, there was nothing but a sharp gasp from the girl; at the second, still no count, but Ginger let out a painfully genuine shriek and instinctively tried to protect her bottom with her hands. Dana fisted her fingers in the hair at the nape of Ginger's neck and pulled her head far enough off the desk to look her in the eye. "You've never been spanked in your life, have you?" Ginger shook her head – as well as she could, being held by her hair. "Maybe if you had, you wouldn't be such a goddamn brat." Seeing Ginger's eyes well with tears, Dana relented, if only slightly. "You're new at this, so I'm gonna fill you in on some rules," she said, gruffly. "Get your hands out of the way, unless you need me to cuff you again." Ginger quickly folded her arms under her chest. "Better," said Dana, releasing the handful of hair and straightening. "You're allowed to cry – this is a punishment and it's supposed to hurt. But another scream like that, and I'll gag you. Got it?" The girl sprawled across the desk nodded vigorously. "And without a gag, I expect you to count each swat: twenty for stealing, five for being a smartass, and three for being stupid. You better count to keep me honest, because sometimes I lose track and have to start over." She ignored what sounded like a tiny gasp of dismay. "Where were we?"


Ginger Snap, Crackle, Pop Goes the



She was 14 when Bradford, my son, brought her to the house for the first time. Brad, as I call him most of the time was very proud of himself. She was his first real sweetheart so to speak. She was the typical 14 year old with no real shape, just long legs, long arms, a mouth full of wire and a bit on the shy side. As time wore on she lost some of the shyness around us but nothing else as she remained very thin and almost gangly looking. Ginger was a sweet girl to be sure, but not a real looker. Still he was proud of her and I must admit I felt somewhat proud of the fact that he had not chased after some of the other girls that were always calling and coming by the house. He was after all, my son and a fairly good looking youngster. 

Vacations would come each year and we would invite Ginger to go along with us and I always assured her parents I would look out for them and especially her. She got so friendly around me that at times she would do things that a daughter would do, not a son’s girl friend. Things like sit on my lap while we were watching TV or reach over and give me a quick kiss on the cheek as a thank you or something along those lines. Nothing I ever gave much thought to until a few months ago. The events that happened this past summer are the reason for this writing. But I get ahead of myself. 

Brad is about 5 months older than Ginger and developed rather well. His voice deepened and the shape of his arms and shoulders showed he was on the way to becoming an athlete. His desire to be on ‘the team’ drove him like you would not believe. Up early and to bed early so he could work out at the school every day of the week and even some weekends. Through all this Ginger remained by his side, when he was around, and over at our house a good bit even when he was not. So when it was her 17th birthday, it was no surprise the party was held at my house. Her mother came over and so did a good number of her friends and a good time was had by all. The party lasted longer than you would think with adults there and it did give me a chance to be with Ginger’s mom, Susan. I have always heard you can tell a lot about a young woman by the way her mother looks. Should this be the case Ginger had a lot of growing to do. Susan was to say the least, stunning. Golden brown hair, a beautiful smile, standing around 5’8”, weighing around 125 and with a shape that was shall we say, mouth watering. Her eyes were a brilliant blue and her completion was a wonderful olive hue. Her best feature was however her breasts. Obviously from the movement they were real and they had to be at least a 38DD. She had them contained in a weak bra and covered by a relatively sheer top. Ginger’s father was a gold pro at the local country club and since the party was held on a Saturday, he could not make it. So the only adults were Susan and me. We found ourselves in the kitchen a good bit and on more than one occasion Susan bumped up against me. I just put it to accidental the first couple of times but after 5 or 6 bumps and rubs, well you have to admit to yourself the accident phase was not at play. So guess I should not have been surprised when she commented. 

“Ginger tells me you lost your wife several years back. Is that true?” 

“Yes, Laura was killed in an auto accident nearly 5 years ago.” 

“I hope you do not mind me asking, but why have you not re-married or something? After all, don’t you think Bradford could use a female influence I his life?” 

“I guess. But I never really had any desire to look around. Between work and raising Brad it just never came up.” 

“Well, I guess you’re right. And you did do a wonderful job with Bradford. It just seems a shame to have such a handsome man out there with no one to watch out for him.” 

The last comment was punctuated with her eyes traveling over my entire body and stopping right about my crotch area. Her bumping me earlier and the blatant rubbing had the desired effect. I was beginning to sport a mild erection that could be seen easily from where she was standing. Thankfully it was at that time that Brad entered the room and asked where the cake was. He did not notice anything at all and I turned to grab the cake. 

“Right here – ready for the birthday girl.” 

I carried the cake out and everyone joined in singing Happy Birthday to her. She was so proud while still being a bit embarrassed. Still she smiled and when the singing was over she moved over to me to give me a peck on the cheek. After all, I had made the cake and arranged the party. As she moved closer she ran into my mild erection and while she did not look down immediately she did linger a moment longer and as she moved away she glanced down. That was the first time she noticed anything out of me that resembled a manly reaction. She moved back to the party but she looked back several times during the evening. 

The party moved into the night and as the last of the CDs was playing a slow song came on and Susan was right there asking for a dance. I could not refuse and she glided into my arms. We had barely begun when a tap on the shoulder caused me to back up and in stepped Ginger. 

“Hey, it’s my birthday. Don’t I get the slow dance?” 

She showed remarkable grace and I could feel her move against me. Heaven help me, but even at 17 she was turning me on. I danced the rest of the number and when we broke the entire group was watching us. I felt myself turn a shade of red and then I thanked her for the dance. I looked over at Susan anyone could tell she was not happy. Then to save the day the doorbell rang and Ginger’s father walked in. He was about 5’10” and 175 and appeared to be in good shape. His skin was weathered from all the time in the sun and you could tell he thought he looked good. Oh well, no concern of mine. Within 10 minutes the kids had left and so had Ginger’s parents. I was left to clean up, but what the heck. The game was still on the tube and I could enjoy that. So I cleaned, watched and then went to bed. It was not too long before my hand wrapped around my cock and I stroked slowly up and down. Then as the passion rose within me the image in my mind shifted and Ginger’s smiling face came into focus. I opened my eyes and the room was still dark, but the force I grabbed myself with caused an eruption of epic proportions. Gob after gob of thick sperm spurted up and out of my shaft. Most landing on my chest but some still made it to my hand as well pooling up in my pubic hair. 

My mind flashed with guilty thoughts of having committed some sort of sin with a minor. But it was only within my mind. Still I was ashamed and embarrassed with myself. Anyway, it was just a day dream and no one knew anything except me. I cleaned myself up a little and drifted off to sleep with I am sure a smile still on my face. 

Nothing happened for the longest time after that. Ginger would come over and she and Brad would do things such as watch TV, play video games and even horse around a little bit. It was during these next several months I notice the changes in Ginger. She seemed to grow taller over night jumping to near 5’8” while her weight increased and went to all the right places. Her hips flared and her breasts seemed to have a mind of their own as her nipples were in a constant state of hardness and showing through a good many of the clothes she wore over to the house. She continued with the affection she had always shown me with the lap sitting and the quick peeks on the cheek. I must admit the frequency of the erections I had that were caused by her increased as did the number of eruptions I had at my own hand while she danced through my mind. During this whole time I found myself wondering just how good she would be during sex, but it was not something I could ask Brad about. After all, how would he take a question like that? “Hey Brad, how is Ginger in the sack?” just did not seem like a good item for dinner conversation. 

There was one thing however that was becoming very evident. On the select nights when Ginger would come over to watch TV or something she always seemed to wear something that showed more and more skin. Brad did not seem to notice, but I sure did. Her little halter tops highlighted her chest and showed she had indeed developed. There were numerous times when her movements and her bending sent me a delicious picture of her swollen mounds. Also her shorts grew shorter and shorter and then one night the shorts were replaced by a skirt that was, well how to say this, almost sluttish looking. She could barely move in it without flashes of panty showing. I had to remain a good distance from her just so as not to embarrass myself. 

The night finally ended and Brad went to get a movie from his room that was hers. As soon as he was out of the room Ginger rose and did not smooth down her skirt. The bottom was elevated enough to show the puffy wetness that had gathered on her panty. She walked over to me and without a word dropped down into my lap. The ritual had been repeated so many times I could not count them, but tonight was a little different as the erection I had been hiding all night was wedged up against her bottom. She felt it immediately and a devilish grin came to her face. Caring not what might happen she shifted one way and then another and then spread her legs as far as the tiny skirt would allow. The pressure was released on me and my eyes went down to see what had happened below. 

I was greeted with a scene that could only be described as both obscene and erotic. My cock was straining up through my pants but could be seen standing tall between her spread legs and her panties were being pushed up into her wetness. Ginger wiggled her rear against me and then moved her legs closer together. The pressure between my erection and her legs was nearly unbearable. Ginger then reached over and gave me her customary quick peck on the cheek, but it was closer to my mouth than she had ever been. She then wiggled to stand and ended up dragging her wetness right over the top of my throbbing cock. She gained her full height and smoothed down her skirt just as Brad returned to the room. As she walked toward him she turned her head back and looked right at my straining erection and the obvious wetness on my slacks. She then said her goodbye and blew me a kiss. Brad said see you later and they were off. I listened to his car as it started and then went down the street before I rose. My cock was sticking nearly straight out and the wetness was incredible. If I had not known better I would say I had cum in them but knew that had not happened. Instead she had become so wet she totally soaked my crotch area. 

I went to my room and pulled my slacks off. I was about to discard them when the urge overtook me. I brought to material to my nose and breathed deeply. Her aroma was intoxicating. I kept the material against my face and nose and released my erection. It pulsed in my hand as I stroked it. Faster and faster my hand moved until I felt my release. I came and came and came. Stream after stream of cum pulsed from me and went all over my bed. I can not remember the last time I had that much of the pearly substance leave my body. 

Finally my senses returned to near normal and I placed my slacks on the clothes hamper. My mind was not fully clear evidently as I did not just put them in the hamper. Instead I laid them out with the wet side up. I went into the shower and took a long hot shower and then turned the water to near ice cold to finish myself off. I dried and went to bed where additional dreams flooded my subconscious with Ginger doing all sorts of things to me and for me. 

The next day was Saturday and Ginger and Brad of course came over to the house. The pool in the back yard was a favorite hangout of theirs. I must admit the number of times they and their friends had used the pool supplied with me with many a view of the tender female flesh my mind needed to fuel my libido. Today was just the two of them so as they reclined and did nothing I went about my business of taking care of the yard and other things. I looked up once and noticed Ginger was missing. 

“Where’s Ginger?” 

“She went inside to use the bathroom I think.” 

“OK”, I replied. 

I returned to my duties until I was finished and as I was going back inside Ginger passed by me. A grin came to her face as she made a comment while passing. 

“I left you a little note. I hope you like it.” 

She then went on out and the wiggle she displayed was greater than I had noticed before. I entered the house and looked for the note. No where to be seen. I began to panic not knowing what it might contain and what might happen if Bradford found it before I did. I searched the kitchen and then the den and found nothing. Then my mind flashed and I went directly to my room. Nothing could be seen. Finally I was about to think she was just pulling my chain when I went to the shower to get in and wash off. There lying on top of my slacks was a folded piece of paper. I went to the note and just stared. My hands did not want to touch it for fear of what it might say. My hand trembled as I reached for the piece of paper. Holding it did nothing for my nerves as my fingers slowly opened so the writing could be seen. My eyes scanned and my heart seemed to stop. There in bold letters was the following: 

Sorry about the stains on your slacks…. But I could not help myself…. 

PS…… there is a lot more where that ‘cum’ from….. 

She ended the note with a smiling face and what appeared to be a tongue sticking out. I was ashamed and embarrassed. But more than anything else, I was turned on. Once more my cock was begging for attention. I stepped into the shower and let the water run over me. Then as the soap began to feel better and better I began a slow stroking of my erection. Oh God did it feel good. I used the pressure I had learned through years of self manipulation and as my pulse increased and the need to release grew I thought I heard something. I looked over toward the door and thought I saw a movement. Now I was getting really paranoid as there was nothing there. I resumed my ministrations as I grew harder and harder and then with a final push and pulled my knees grew weak as I shot numerous spurts all over the shower wall and door. 

I finished my shower and dried off, grabbed a swim suit and went back downstairs. Ginger was sitting down and Bradford was in the water doing laps. I drug up a chair and sat next to Ginger as Bradford did his thing. 

“Did you like my note?” 

“Ginger, we need to talk. I” 

But she shut me up with a finger to her lips as Bradford reached us and drew himself out of the water. He sat down all dripping and had a couple of drags off his soft drink while he caught his breath. 

“Gin, we gotta get ready if we are going to the movie with Carl and Sue.” 

“OK, guess you are right.” 

They rose together and walked toward the house then just as they reached the door Ginger turned and said something to Bradford I could not make out and walked back toward me. He went on inside the house as she approached me. 

“You know, you almost caught me earlier. I mean if you had wiped on the glass you would have seen me. Just wish the view would have been better. Oh well, maybe next time.” 

Ginger then reached down and kissed me on the cheek as always before she walked away. 

She took three of four steps and then stopped, turned, and spoke again, “You are coming to my party next Friday night, right?” 

“What party is that?” 

“Why, you surprise me. It’s my 18th birthday silly. Mom and Dad said to invite anyone I wanted and I want you.” 

The double meaning was not lost on me as I swallowed hard and then nodded a silent yes as my lips refused to respond. 

“Great. I’ll see you at my house at 8.” 

She then turned and walked quickly into the house as I sat there in a state of stunned silence, not knowing what to expect next. 

The following week was filled with everything from anxiety, to trepidation, to anticipation, to eagerness, to just plain nervous tension. I had no idea of what to expect nor did I want to miss or go to Ginger’s party. First off, what do I get her? A gift was optional I was sure, but it was not an avenue I was affording myself. She deserved a gift and so I decided I would get her one. A visit to the local mall netted several choices, all of which I discarded. Frederick’s was there as was Victoria’s Secret, but I could not see me getting her anything from there. Then there was the regular clothing, but the current styles were not what I would consider myself good at determining. The last was jewelry, but what do you give a young woman that could be taken anyway other than romantic. Finally I gave in and called Susan. I asked if a watch would be appropriate and was told rather coldly that yes it would be. Guess she had not gotten over my refusal to go after the dangling carrot she offered. I thanked her and told her I would be there Friday night. 

I went back to a jewelry store I had used many times before Laura died, but had no reason to since. Mr. Reynolds, the elderly owner remembered me and asked what I needed. Together we selected a nice slim black and modern model from Ebel. I know it was more than I should give, but it was a special day after all. He had it gift wrapped and I was off. 

Friday arrived and I was a bundle of nerves. Bradford had already departed for the party long before I was ready. So about 7:45 I was off to see the wizard, or in this case, the fairy princess. The number of cars shocked me as there were a good number. When I went in I was not too surprised to see only Susan and one other adult female there. I found out later the other lady was a good friend of the family and had come over to help watch over the kids and to celebrate Ginger’s birthday as well. 

Looking around the room it was easy to spot Ginger. She was wearing a red dress that was stunning and about mid-thigh in length with a side split up to near her rear and tight through the hips and waist and then spandex tight through the chest area. Her newly developed breasts were on full display while being completely covered. She was without question the most gorgeous creature I had seen in a long time and my mind did a quick flash to just how lucky Bradford was since he was no doubt running his hands and lips over all that was displayed before me. 

Susan watched me like a hawk but was only mildly friendly and her friend was even more distant. So with no one to talk to I moved over to the side of the room and watched. Some of the girls that were there were on the attractive side and the boys were doing everything from brushes of the lips on them to almost groping them while on the dance floor. While a couple of the girls found this amusing it was obvious most did not. Before long those ladies were not dancing at all but the ones enjoying the pawing were always on the floor. 

My eyes followed one girl in particular. She was wearing a very short skirt and her dance partner maneuvered her over to a darker corner of the room. I studied the scene intently as the young man pushed his hand to the bottom hem of her dress, lift the material up a bit and begin to palm her young woman flesh. I watched as her legs moved apart so her could get his fingers between her legs and I grew an erection as I saw his fingers begin to saw into her dampening pussy. His other hand rose to her breast and his fingers dug into the material. Even from across the room you could see her nipple become hard as a rock and poke out through the material of her blouse. He began to kiss her as his hand worked in an attempt to get under the edge of her panties. I was mentally trying to help him and yet knew I should intervene before anything happened to disrupt the party. I had nothing to fear however as just as my feet were beginning to push me into position to stop them, Susan made the scene. They broke up quickly and he disappeared into the kitchen. I never show him after that and found out later he was told to leave. 




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Watching the erotic scene however had an effect on me as I shifted to arrange myself better. Just then a sweet voice came to my ear. 

“You would think he would have been a little more subtle, huh?” 

It was Ginger and just her voice made me jump inside. 

“It’s her fault really”, she continued, “I can not imagine why she wore panties tonight. She never does and besides, all she ends up with when she does is wet and sticky for the rest of the night. Can you relate to being wet and sticky?” 

With that she walked away and the swing of her hips was all that was needed to show the world that Ginger, the woman, had arrived. 

The hard on I had in my pants did not subside after listening to Ginger. Instead it had grown more pronounced. I was thankful I had taken the liberty of wearing a jock strap for the evening. I knew not why I had, but the restraining material of the jock was being sorely tested. My predicament had not gone unnoticed as Susan made her way over after having broken up the couple. 

“Teenagers, can you believe it? Here they are just as natural as they can be, making out on the dance floor and in front of adults no less.” 

“Yes, it is amazing”. I replied. 

“You were going to break them up, right?”, came the question toward me. 

And before I could answer, “Or were you enjoying the view too much?” 

I was stunned but could think of nothing to say in response. Instead I merely nodded my head and let her come to her own conclusions. I thought I was in the clear and she would move on, but no, not Susan. 

“I must admit,” she started, “it was a very hot scene. I mean he almost had her right where he wanted her. Kinda makes you wonder just how hot some of these little sluts are, doesn’t it? I can just imagine all the little legs spread tonight in the backs of car and some of these young studs just pounding away without regard for anything or anyone. Who knows, maybe even your Bradford and my Ginger going at it later. Hope you have taught him how to handle a woman. She deserves the best for her first time.” 

Susan then walked off and I know my mouth was standing open. How could she discuss something like that with a man she barely knew? All I knew was I was already uncomfortable enough, but now all I wanted was to get out of there. I glanced around the room and spotted Ginger and made my way over to her. She caught me eye and asked me what was wrong. 

“I’m just not feeling too well right now. I just wanted to give you your gift and then make my way back home. I hope you don’t mind? 

“No I don’t mind, not at all. But you did not have to get me anything.” 

“I know, but it is a special day so I figured I needed to.” 

I reached into my pocket and was about to bring out her gift when she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the study. Once there she pulled the doors shut and turned to face me. 

“I hope it is what I have been wanting for a long time.” 

Her eyes lit up as she spoke and the grin could not be controlled. Instead I reached into my pocket and handed her the gift. I could see she was disappointed, but the smile returned as she opened the present. When she saw the watch her eyes brimmed over with tears and she asked if I could help her put it on. I did and it paled when compared to her, but still looked very nice. 

“I really need to be going now.” 

“Thank you so much for coming tonight. It would not have been the same without you.” 

Then she turned me toward her and she lifted up on her tip toes and for the first time kissed me full on the lips. I was shocked and tried to pull back but she held firmly. Every inch of my being could feel this beautiful woman pressed against me. Her breasts were pressing into my chest and I thought I detected a slight push of her pelvic area against mine, but I was sure I had imagined it. Without any thought at all my hands went to her back and pulled her closer. I heard and felt her moan deep inside as she then pushed her self against me harder. My cock responded and began to once more strain against the strap and the material of my slacks. Finally she broke the kiss and thanked me again for the beautiful watch. She then eased away from me and smiled, turned, opened the doors and returned to her party. I was nearly spent as I made my way to the front door. Somehow I got home and immediately took another cold shower. The water had little effect on me as I continued to throb with desire. Whether it was the scene I had watched or the kiss at the end made no difference as I was in a state of total arousal with nothing for relief except reliable rosy palmer. I went to sleep that night and dreamed of the ways to have the beautiful creature I had known for so long. 

My eyes opened Saturday morning and I heard Bradford in the kitchen. I knew he had nothing special planned for the day so I wondered why he was up so early especially since I had not heard him come in the night before. I rose slowly took care of a little personal business and went to the kitchen. He was writing a note when I came in and he stopped and handed me the note. He smiled and said he hoped I had a great day off as he no longer did. He closed the door behind him and I read the note again – Got called in to work, be home late. Oh well, I had told him he needed a job, but I had no idea he would be working so much. Oh well, another day of yard work and sipping beer by the pool while I listened to the ball game. 

I had a bite to eat and then started on the yard. The day was going to be another hot one, especially for so early in the year and I wanted to get the work over with and then enjoy the rest of the day and weekend. I worked until I was finished, just after 1:30 then took a quick shower before going to the pool. I took a cool glass of lemonade out and had just finished making a couple of laps then pulled myself out of the pool and sat for a moment. The lemonade tasted good and as I finished I reclined as I often do. The spent energy did little to calm my already aching groin area and I noticed the stiffness was pushing against my suit already. My, what the sun can do for a guy. I ran my hand casually down my stomach and eased the top of my suit aside to touch the head of my engorged cock. I was pondering if I should take it out right here and stroke myself to release. Just then a familiar voice rang out. 

“Is anyone here?” 

The voice was Gingers and I know she had already tried the door up front. She never knocked and that had been a spot of embarrassment a time of two, but that was before. Instead she came into the backyard and spotted me. As she walked over to where I was I could not help but notice her attire. A mini skirt that was so short that from my reclined vantage point I could see right up to the junction of her legs and the small panties covering her womanhood. The sight caused an involuntary reaction from my own sex organ as it gave a might lung to get at the tender morsel. I tried to see something else but she was already upon me. She then leaned down to give me my customary peek on the cheek but she lingered longer than normal. I knew she was staring at my erection as it tried in vain to escape. At least she was too close for me to see the warm wetness of her pussy. Instead my eyes moved upward and went straight down to the small opening of her blouse. I glared at her breasts as they were so inviting and were mere inches from my hands and mouth. I swear if she had stayed any longer I would had grabbed them. Instead she stood erect rather quickly and asked where Bradford was. 

“He got called in to work and said he would be doing a double shift, opening to closing and would be home late. Did you two have plans?” 

“Nothing special, just laying around the pool and catching some sun.” 

“Well, he’s not here, but he did not take the pool or the sun with him so if you want, you’re welcome to spend as much time as you want to catch as much sun as you want.” 

“I would like that. Mind if I go change into my suit? I didn’t want to wear it over just in case he had other ideas and then I would have nothing to wear.” 

“Sure, make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink? I’ll be glad to get it for you.” 

She stopped and looked at my glass and a twinkle came to her eye as she said, “I’ll have whatever you're having.” 

With that she turned and walked toward the house. My eyes followed her as she walked and I was treated to her beautiful ass as it swung back and forth. Each turn of the hip caused her panties to show a little more and a little more. My cock swelled with the thought and again I was stuck thinking how lucky Bradford was to be plugging such a hot young woman. Finally I rose and went into the kitchen to fix our drinks. As I walked I attempted to adjust myself so I could make it inside without injuring myself. 

The time was nearly 2 and it was a little early but I felt a bit on the mischievous side. I went inside and carried my glass with me. I put a good shot of VO into a glass for her and one in mine then refilled mine with lemonade and did the same for her glass. I returned to my chair and had just pulled another over closer for Ginger when she came out. 

“Wow, are you trying to kill this old guy?” 

Her suit top was small to say the least and her breasts were all but falling out of the tight fitting garment. It was bright yellow and she had tied a towel around her middle covering her bottom. 

“You like?” 

“Oh yes, very pretty and extremely sexy.” 

She sat down close to me and from my angle I could see most of her breasts. The towel was open showing her leg nearly all the way to the top and her smile rounded out the picture. 

She took the glass and brought it to her lips and paused, took a small sip and then grinned. 

“Is this what I think it is?” 

“Well, if you think it’s VO you would be thinking right. After all, you are a woman in this state, so consider this your first legal drink, unless you had one last night.” 

“Nothing last night, but it sure tastes like I have been missing a lot.” 

We made idle chatter for a while and then I said it was time for a dip in the pool. Ginger said she would later, just not right now. I dove in and swam a few laps then pulled myself back up. I was dripping water and noticed my suit had grafted itself to my cock showing the entire length and girth. I thought about adjusting it but she did not seem to be noticing. Ginger had rolled to her stomach to get some rays and still had that towel draped over herself. I went over toward her and she lifted on one arm to look my direction. She had on shades that were really dark so I could not see her eyes but noticed she licked her lips as she spoke to me. 

“I have been waiting for you.” 

I stopped drying and just stood there with what had to be a dumb look on my face. “Exactly what have you been waiting on?” 

“I need some lotion on my back before I burn. Would you do that for me?” 

Relief washed over me as I stammered an OK. Then as I reached for the lotion she lifted her tummy and grabbed the towel and whisked it away. The bright yellow thong covered very little of her and both her ass cheeks were right before me. Damn she looked good. I looked at my hand and it was shaking. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here was a young woman, my son’s girl friend no less and she was only asking for some lotion on her back. I took a deep breath and knelt beside her chair and put some lotion on my hand. I rubbed my hands together and then proceeded to put the lotion on her back. I worked the area of her shoulders real well and even ventured onto her arms. Slowly I worked down toward the small of her back and was very careful not to touch any of the flesh that could be considered her ass. I used the material of her thong to mark the forbidden area. My hands were sweating I think but I continued to apply the lotion. Maybe I should not have had that drink after all. 

“Thanks for not getting the lotion on the suit. Maybe this will help.” 

With that she grabbed the strings on the side and pushed them down a little further. Another sigh came to my lips that I hope she had not heard. I returned to the area once more and worked the small amount of area she had provided and then she took the strings of the suit and pulled them up and over the area where I had been. The only thing left was her legs and those buns that were sticking straight up in the air. I knew before I looked, but look I did, and sure enough, my cock was getting harder by the second. I tried to adjust myself but could not without drawing a lot of attention. Instead I moved down toward her feet and took more lotion onto my hands. I then started on one leg at the ankle and worked the oily substance into her skin. Her leg was so soft and so tender, yet so firm. Slowly I worked upward toward her calf, then her lower thigh and finally toward the top of her thigh. It was then that my eyes traveled higher and I had to swallow hard. Her juices were literally brimming on her suit. 

I cleared my throat and then moved to the other leg. Once more I began to work on her calf and then worked up. Slowly, ever so slowly I moved upward until I reached near the same point I had on the other leg. Once again my eyes went up and I was in for a further shock. She was literally dripping onto the chair. Ginger had moved her legs further apart and all was plainly visible to my eyes. I kneeled in what would have to be called shocked silence. 

“Hey you,” came her voice, “you missed a very important area. You don’t want my tush to burn do you?” 

“No, I wouldn’t want that.” 

I turned to get the lotion one final time and when I turned back Ginger had released the ties on both sides of her suit and had pulled the material away. Again so I would not get any lotion on the material I guess. I stared at her loveliness and finally my hands dropped onto her beautiful ass cheeks. I slowly began to work the lotion into her cheeks and she began to moan softly at first and then with more emphasis as I neared her wetness. She was driving me crazy and yet I still did not wish to do something and make her upset. So instead I ran a finger down along her spine and then back up. Each decent went a little lower and lower until I was nearing where her ass hole would be located. The lotion was still thick on my finger and as I moved lower she began to elevate her ass off the chair. I repeated this several times and then suddenly she stopped. I did as well not knowing what to expect next. 

“I think we have that part of me covered, don’t you?” 

She then made a move like that of a big cat, so graceful and quick. With one smooth motion she was on her back with her face toward me and her tiny bikini top nearly displaced from holding her in check. My eyes traveled downward and saw she had lost her thong with the flip. The sight was unbelievable as she was completely shaved and her lips were pouting upward toward the sky. All I could do was stare. 

“Hey you, care to continue this? I’m going to burn.” 

“I don’t know if I can do this Ginger.” 

“It’s OK, really.” 

She was so casual in her voice and I was in such turmoil. Then she reached out and touched my hand. She raised it up and kissed my fingers one by one and then brought the hand down on her tummy. She pressed inward and pulled her glasses off with her other hand. I looked at her and saw a pleading face before me. She said nothing, just closed her eyes and took in several deep breaths. Each inhale of her lungs filled her bikini top to near over flowing and each intake elevated my heart rate as well. 

“I should not be doing this. You know that.” 

“What does it matter? I know from the way you have been looking at me that you want me. And I want you as well. I have wanted this for such a long time. Please, can’t we just enjoy each other?” 

“What do you mean; you have wanted this for a long time?” 

“Ever since I was old enough to know what sex was, and what making love was all about. I have waited for you for so long and now the time is here. Please, can’t we just try and see what happens?” 

I looked into her eyes again and saw without doubt the most pleading look I had ever seen on a woman’s face. She was so tender and innocent and yet so yielding and ready. Even as I tried to figure out what to do and what the consequences might be I realized my hand had already begun without me. I looked as if watching the scene from another window. My hand was casually running up and down her leg from knee to upper thigh and even as I watched it seemed to have a direction all its own. 

The sensations were then being sent to my brain and I was slowly snapping out of the mind fog I was in. Even as my hand moved to the top of Ginger’s thigh once more her legs began to part. I then became aware of her hand as it moved on my thigh and had reached a place of burning desire as well. 

My eyes drifted down to watch her small hand creep slowly up my thigh and it would not be long before she knew for certain how she was effecting me as my shaft was at near full length. Then my eyes shifted upward to her heated junction. The view was incredible as her pussy lips were brimming with moisture and were seemingly smiling at me and my plight. Finally I looked higher still and found she had turned her head and was not looking in my direction at all, nearly as if she had returned to a dream state and her hand and legs were doing something all on their own. 

One last longing look and I removed my hand. This was not right and I knew it. She was young, my son’s girl friend no less and I had my hands in areas reserved for someone nearer her own age. Even if she was legal there was still the moral issue at stake here. 

“I’m sorry Ginger, but this is not right.” 

I rose and walked slowly toward the house as her voice called to me, “I’m not giving up. I want you and I know you want it too. If you change your mind, I’ll be here.” 

I walked on into the house and got myself another drink. A stronger one this time and I found myself looking out back at the beauty laying on the chaise lounge. Her form was near perfect and the gaze reached my brain and my cock at the same time. I was straining the material once more and my hand moved to adjust it more inside my suit. I must have been quite a sight with my hand inside my suit grabbing my erection and a strong drink in the other hand. My eyes never moved from her as I down the fluid and felt my hand stroke my shaft. I was pulsing and it would not be long before I erupted all over. So with much reluctance I withdrew my hand and found the bottle. No glass, just the bottle. I turned it upward and took a couple of long draws from within. The quantity of the alcohol and with such speed felt very warm going down my throat and belly. Adding to the fact that it was so early in the day and the buzz was almost immediate. My head was really spinning and I made my way into the den. I flipped on the set and was shocked by what was there. I had left it on one of the premium channels and the young woman on the screen was getting filled by her lover. Not just any lover, but an older man, older by porn standards anyway. I was fascinated by the look on her face and by the intensity on his. He was really laying it to her. Finally when he came and she went through her ‘orgasm’, they settled together and she spoke the words all men wish to hear – “That was the best ever. I knew an older man could satisfy like no other.” 

“Great, even the suck and fuck bitches are against me today”, I murmured to myself. 

Then I flicked off the set, leaned back and closed my eyes for a second. I was immediately greeted with visions of Ginger in my head. I was held captive in my dream and she was standing over me. I tried to rise but could not. I saw her as she went to her knees and began to move her hand over my bulging member. I heard her voice as she told me to relax and enjoy. I could almost feel her hands as they struggled and then finally freed my cock from its holding pen. She stroked me up and down a couple of times and then I saw and felt her mouth as it closed over my throbbing member. 




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The sensations were unbelievable and I felt the surge of raw animal lust swell within me. Her hand was so delicate and yet so masterful as it cupped my balls and milked them. The pleasure her mouth was giving was so intense I knew I would not last long in my dream. My hips were pushing forward and my hands were reaching out to take hold of her head, forcing her to increase her speed and power. Then just as my hands came into contact with her hair I pulled and she let out a yelp of surprise and pain. The sound caused my eyes to fly open and I found the dream was not so much a dream as it was a living day dream with the events being real and the results were obvious. 

I looked into Ginger’s eyes as her mouth closed over my cock once more. I glanced beyond her mouth and found she was before me with her bikini top or bottom no where to be seen. Her nipples were standing out like they were about to explode and they were not the only ones. I knew my eruption would be forthcoming within a couple of minutes. Finding strength I did not know I had I placed my hands on her head and stopped her plunging up and down on my cock. She tried to move down again and I stopped her. Finally she did not struggle and I pulled her warm mouth from my upturned cock. The drool and pre-cum were standing on her lips and trickling down her chin. Her eyes were ablaze with passion and lust and then changed quickly to desire. 

“We can’t do this Ginger. It isn’t right. We both know that.” 

Her face told it all as she gave a sad smile before speaking. Finally the words came forth. 

“All I know is I want you. I want you to take me. I am tired of waiting for you to make the move. I know you want me. I have seen your hard cock so many times I can’t count them all. I have tried everything I know to do to get you to make love to me, and you haven't done anything except make me more and more frustrated. Well, I think the time is right. I am tired of being a virgin when all my friends say how good it can be. I am tired of using my own fingers to get off and I am tired of feeling like I am missing something when it is right here in front of me.” 

The last comment was punctuated by her hand grasping my cock and stroking downward. If anything during all this I had grown even harder and the ache had turned into an almost painful throb. My resolve was weak and she saw it. A smile crossed her face as she gently pulled from my hands and went down on me once more. She went down further and further and further until her chin was resting on my tight balls and her nose was being tickled by the pubic hairs surrounding my dick. This was quite a feat considering my size of nearly 9 inches in length and a good bit of girth. 

I felt her tongue as it swirled around the head of my cock and her hand once more began to massage my balls. With a heavy sigh I placed my hands on her hair and head once more and pulled her forcefully down onto my cock. Then I pushed her nearly all the way off and then brought her back down again. I increased the speed and began to thrust my hips into her face, harder and harder until I could feel the surge begin at the base of my balls and work its way forward. 

“I’m almost there baby, almost there,” I croaked as I pulled and pushed faster and faster. I knew I was most likely bruising her lips as my pelvic bone struck her time and time again. Then I felt it like a surge of a rising tide on a full moon. I grabbed her head and pulled her down and did not let her rise. It was then that my explosion happened. Torrent after torrent of saved cum sprang from the end of my cock and as she tried to pull away I held her firmly. Spurt after long spurt of cum left me and entered her virgin mouth and in order to breath she swallowed. She drank from me like no other ever had and in the end she lost very little. 

I settled back on the couch and she finally rose from my softening member. A last trickle of cum came easing out the end of my cock. I looked toward her and she smiled. I smiled back and opened my arms to her. She came to me and for the first time we kissed as passionate a kiss as I have ever experienced. I ran my tongue all around inside her mouth and tasted my own cum. It was not the first time for me to do this. She began to wiggle her hips on my softened cock and with a couple of minutes it was stirring and rising up tall and proud.

“Don’t you think it is my turn now?”

“Yes, it is your turn”, I replied.

I eased her off me and rested her back on the couch. She looked so innocent, even with the dried cum on her upper lip. I kissed her again as my hand began to lazily move over her tummy and upward to her erect nipples. I could not resist as my fingers circled a hard nipple and squeezed until she squirmed beneath me. I released her nipple but not her lips as I crushed my lips to hers. My hand traveled downward quickly to the entrance of her moistness, only to stop just short of actually touching it. Her hips rose as if trying to encourage me further. My movement slowed to a near crawl as my fingers gently pushed past where her shaved mounds started. One more pause as if to ask if this was alright with her and me. Nothing came from either party and then my fingers touched her opening for the first time. Her sharp intake of breath startled me a bit and I paused only to feel her hips rise and join my hand. A little further and I was greeted by the hardest slit I had ever touched. My eyes flew open and I found her eyes tightly shut. I slowly broke the kiss and moved away from the sweetest lips ever. I kissed my way down her neck and listened to her breathing growing in intensity and depth. Then I reached her breasts. So hard and proud and my mouth savored the feel as it closed over the nipple and areola of one and then the other. 

Ginger rose again trying to get more of her breast into my mouth and drive my fingers against her clit. I sucked gently and then harder and finally released her breast and traveled further down. I blew softly into her navel and it was something that obviously excited her. I paused and stuck my tongue inside and then blew air once more. The coolness had the desired effect and her moans told me how much she was enjoying this experience.

The time had come however and I moved further down. I paused and glanced up at her body spread over the couch. I did not realize it but she had thrown her leg over the back and also over the edge opening herself to the fullest extent possible. I smiled as I made the final approach. I was still a few inches away from her moistening hole when I saw it. Her clit was standing away from her vulva and the tip appeared to be throbbing just like a little cock. I moved closer and stared. I wanted to touch it with my fingers but my tongue had a mind of its own and reached out. I flicked it once and then twice and watched her reaction. She was extremely sensitive and my tongue was doing a number on her. Her legs spread even further and her hips rose from the couch. Then without any other fanfare she moaned loud and hard as an orgasm shock her from head to toe. I was happy I did not have any neighbors close enough to hear or else the cops may have been called. 

Ginger bucked up and down a couple more times and then rested for a moment before beginning to climb toward another release. My cock was dripping with anticipation as my tongue left her sweet hole and I rose before her. Her eyes opened and her smile returned as her gaze went to my distended member. The head was a purplish hue and the veins were standing out like I had not had a release for a long time. I thought Ginger was going to reach out and take it in her hand as her hands moved down her body. Instead she moved them over her breasts and pinched her nipples until I knew she had to be in pain. Then she moved downward and stroked her clit like a wild woman. I knew if I did not get my cock in her quickly her boat would sail without me. Then just as I was drawing near she used both hands on herself to open her pussy lips to their fullest. The pink bud of her youth was spread literally before me as I moved closer. Her clit was standing alone surrounded by her pink lips and wetness. I put the head of my cock at her entrance and then pushed forward. Even with all the excitement and the wetness she was still incredibly tight. Once the head of my cock was inside her fingers went back to work on her clit. I pushed again and another inch went inside her. I withdrew and pushed forward again and again until she yelped in pain as her cherry was popped. I pushed again and again and was finally buried deep inside her. I withdrew and pushed back in as her juices coated my shaft with increasing regularity. Then I began to increase my speed. Her hands became a blur as she worked her clit and my hips began to pound into her tender ass. Over and over I pounded her until she began to audiblize her impending orgasm. I tried to match her but her speed was too great and she came without me. 

However as her pussy contracted around my cock I continued to pound harder and harder until I felt my own orgasm approaching. Just as she was coming down I achieved what I had wanted for years.  I came inside her hot cunt like I had never cum before. I could not believe the feeling as throb after throb went through my body. Ginger just smiled up at me and wrapped her legs around me pulling me closer and closer as the last of my pumps diminished. Eventually I pulled out of Ginger and rested next to her. We kissed again and I felt her hand worm its way between us. As it came to rest on my soft cock she squeezed and my eyes popped open.

“You know, now that I know how good this is,” as she pumped once and then again for emphasis, “I will have to have it over and over.”

“You can have it anytime you wish Ginger, anytime.”

“You know, now that I know what it is like, I might try to get Brad to give me some also. After all, it must run in the family, right?”

“I am sure he will be pleased,” I spoke.

“And hey, if you don’t mind, I know Kathy thinks you are pretty special also.”

My minds eye flashed to Kathy, a little vixen that had flashed Brad a couple of times in front of Ginger no less. A smile came to my face. Seems if you wait long enough you will be rewarded. I could hardly wait and didn’t have to for long. The next weekend Kathy came over for a tutorial as well. But that is another story all together.  



Ginger Snap



"T-wo…" Ginger stammered.

"Ah, yes, so this should be three…" *SMACK*

Ginger squirmed and sobbed, dutifully keeping count. Dana expertly avoided swatting the same area more than twice to avoid bruising, turning Ginger's entire butt and the tops of her thighs a lovely, even shade of pink. After Ginger yelped, "Twenty eight!" Dana tossed the paddle down on the desk and helped the girl up, handing her a wad of tissues. She watched the girl thoughtfully as she dried her eyes and blew her nose, giving her a moment to compose herself. "So, did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, ma'am," Ginger replied, meekly.

"Plan on shoplifting again?"

"No ma'am!"

"And you're going to stop being such a smartass?"

Ginger hesitated slightly, "I-I'll try…"

Dana couldn't help but laugh. "Well, that's an honest answer, I guess." She sat on the edge of the desk, parted her thighs, and pulled Ginger in close to the curve of her body. The girl laid her cheek against Dana's shoulder and relaxed into her arms; it felt heavenly. Dana nuzzled Ginger's neck and breathed in her perfume. 

"Thanks for not calling the police," Ginger whispered. 

"Well, I don't really think you are a hardened criminal," Dana chuckled. "I think you're a spoiled brat who wanted my attention. And now you have it." Dana dipped her head and kissed Ginger. The effect was heady and intoxicating; the girl's lips yielded to pressure and parted, and Dana gently pressed the advantage with her tongue. Ginger gave a hungry little moan deep in her throat and slid her arms around Dana's neck. Dana pulled Ginger's nude body firmly against her pelvis, hooking her legs behind the girl's calves. "Such a sweet girl," she breathed against Ginger's soft skin, nuzzling her. Dana encircled Ginger with her arms, pulling her closer until their breasts brushed softly, and Dana felt her nipples tighten and ache with the contact. She slid her hands down Ginger's back to cup her buttocks; Ginger gasped and went rigid as Dana's hands touched her hot, stinging, skin.

"Ah, poor baby, I have something that will make you feel better," Dana murmured, reluctantly peeling the girl off of her body. She reached into the shopping bag again, and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Taking Ginger by the hand, she led her to the leather-upholstered couch against the wall. Dana sat down, unceremoniously pulling Ginger face down across her lap. The girl began to whimper and squirm, begging, "Please, no more! I'll be good! I won't steal again!" Dana quieted her, gently rubbing her back. "Easy honey, no more discipline, it's all good from here on…" She snapped open the bottle cap with one thumb and drizzled creamy peppermint-scented lotion all over the warm pink skin of Ginger's curvy butt. She expertly massaged the cool lotion into the girl's skin, feeling her noticeably relax and begin to enjoy her ministrations. Dana deftly snapped the cap shut again, and smiled smugly at the label: "Peppermint Patty -- All Natural, Cooling, Edible, Makes a Great Lube!" She covered every square inch of Ginger's sweet bottom, then the tops of her thighs, rubbing with smooth, even strokes…then slowly slid her hand to the inside of the girl's thighs, carefully teasing them apart. Her patience was rewarded with a peek of a tuft of soft red fur. Dana continued massaging the inside of Ginger's thighs, higher and higher, until her fingertips brushed against the girl's pussy. She coaxed Ginger's labia apart, sliding her finger into the damp crevice, back and forth across her swollen clit, as the girl wriggled and sighed softly. Experimentally, Dana slid her finger up a bit higher, gently circling Ginger's tiny pucker. The girl gasped in surprise and felt like she might leap off her lap, but Dana held her down firmly with her left arm, pressing a bit more insistently with her finger, slick from the lotion and Ginger's own arousal. "Has anyone ever taken you here before?" she asked, her voice hoarse with desire.

Ginger shook her head vigorously and squirmed uneasily. "No, never!"

"Ah, a virgin…" Dana grinned at the prospect. "Maybe those cherries should have been tattooed on your ass, hmm, sweetheart?" Dana could feel Ginger's nervousness, and she couldn't resist teasing a bit more. She pressed a little harder and felt just the tip of her finger enter Ginger's tight little hole; she felt like she'd just opened a wonderful present as the redhead squeaked and wiggled but couldn't escape her grasp. "Not now, but soon," she whispered, "I will be the first to fuck your sweet ass, and you will love it." Ginger stopped struggling and gasped in shock; Dana slid her finger just a millimeter deeper for emphasis. "Soon, baby – and I promise it will be good…" Ginger blushed so deeply, that even without seeing her face, Dana saw the pretty pink color on the back of the girl's neck and all the way down to her shoulders. Dana chuckled softly to herself. Damn, I love redheads…

Reluctantly, she removed her finger and turned Ginger over to cradle her in her arms, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids. The girl's lovely green eyes were half-lidded with passion as she returned Dana's kisses, timidly at first, then with more and more fervor. Dana maneuvered the girl off her lap, laying her back on the sofa. She knelt on the floor, unbuttoning her own shirt in between kisses, unhooking her bra, unbuckling her belt; soon her uniform, underwear, and shoes were in a pile on the on the floor, as she kissed her way down to Ginger's breasts, licking and nibbling her hard little pink nipples. She continued working her way down toward her prize, kissing and nuzzling, stopping to dip her tongue into the girl's navel, which made Ginger squeal and Dana laugh.

At last, Dana kissed that patch of fur, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent. The girl moaned softly as Dana nudged her thighs apart and settled herself between them. Dana tried to prolong the moment with a few chaste kisses on the insides of Ginger's trembling thighs, but found she couldn't hold back any longer. She parted the girl's labia with her thumbs, and her pussy blossomed like a flower, pink and dewy. Dana lapped like a woman dying of thirst, teasing with her lips and tongue while Ginger closed her eyes tightly and groaned in pleasure. She tangled her fingers in Dana's dark hair, pulling it free from the barrette. The shiny dark curls spilled around Dana's shoulders, tickling Ginger's skin softly, heightening the exquisite sensations. Dana's probing tongue slid across Ginger's clit, swollen and sensitive, and Ginger arched against her, her hands tightening in Dana's hair. "pleaseohpleaseohplease…" she begged, not even sure what she was begging for. But Dana understood. She concentrated on Ginger's clit, licking, then sucking gently, but firmly. The girl was so close, right on the edge, it wouldn't take much, just…

Dana slid two, then three, strong, experienced fingers deep into the younger woman's pussy. She was tight and hot, but so wet, so ready, that they slid in easily. She found that sweet spot, deep inside, and rubbed gently but insistently, while steadily licking her clit…

"OHMYGOD, DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP, RIGHT THERE, FUCK YESSSSSSSS……." Ginger arched her back and Dana held on for the ride while the girl bucked and moaned in climax. Her pussy tightened rhythmically around Dana's questing fingers and Dana eased up in intensity, licking Ginger's sensitive clit tenderly as she came back down. Ginger was so wet she could have slipped in a fourth finger and pushed the boundaries, but decided to save something for later. She gently removed her fingers, soaked with Ginger's sweet pleasure, and gathered the girl up in her arms. She stroked her soothingly, kissing her forehead and holding her close. 

Oh, yes, there were so many things she was saving for later…



Ginger Snaps



Here is your word of warning. There is a cuckold in this story, whether or not he remains one plays out as the story goes on. If you read the description, you can already guess where this one is headed. Once again Thanks to PapaGus and his deft hand for editing this. 

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The headlights of my Suburban pierce the inky night, leading me back to a place I thought I'd never see again. Bad memories lurk ahead as well as possible arrest. My ex-wife Shawna is definitely still in town as are most of our mutual friends from our marriage. 

I had managed to avoid contact with anyone from my home town of Lee Oklahoma, in fact for over a full decade I have not even stepped foot in the Sooner State. I would still be cozy, snuggled up with my girl Jasmine in my house in North Platte Nebraska tonight, but my job now requires that I return home for at least three days. My name is Dean Baker, but I have always been known as Ginger. 

My Aunt Tori, who raised me after my parents were imprisoned when I was two years old for their part in a plot to blow up federal buildings, loved the band Cream. She especially had a thing for their drummer Ginger Baker. Since the man who had knocked up her sister was named Baker, she made her love for me known by giving me the nick name, and once she called me Ginger at a school assembly more kids knew me as Ginger than as Dean. 

I loved my aunt more than life itself and spent my youth doing everything I could to avoid disappointing her. Once when I was eight, she caught me playing with a book of matches that a friend at school had given me. She didn't kick my ass, yell, or even threaten to send me away. She sat and talked to me about what I had done. While her words didn't make any more of an impression on me than any parent's words do on any kid, the profound disappointment on her face still haunts me to this day.

A lot of the boys I grew up with thought I was a sissy for never participating in their shenanigans but I would have rather faced ridicule than risk disappointing the one person in the world who cared for me. Looking back, maybe realizing that my aunt knew I was only human would have led me down a better path.

I was also cripplingly shy. While I wasn't an ostracized nerd picked on and chased by bullies daily, I also wasn't ever seen running around with the "in" crowd. I did however have a reputation for not taking shit from anyone. 

One of the best things Aunt Tori did for me was enrolling me in a martial arts class each summer. Her best friend ran the karate school and as a favor to her took me under his wing. She got a free baby sitter, and I learned self-defense and discipline. I have only used karate twice in my life. Once was when a guy in Oklahoma City tried to snatch Aunt Tori's purse, the other was when Chip Dillingworth moved to Lee from Clearwater. 

Simply put, Chip was an asshole. The only people he didn't fuck with were his few jock buddies and whatever girl he was trying to screw. One night around homecoming Chip took it upon himself to single me out and try to make my life hell. Many of the other jocks just ignored me and this occasion was no different. I guess I was just no fun to abuse.

It happened when I was walking to the school to meet my class for a float building meeting. Usually I would have skipped it and just went with the flow when it came time to build. Aunt Tori had insisted that since it was my senior year I should participate more. 

I was nearing the school just as football practice was letting out. All of the team ran by as if I wasn't there except Chip. Chip smacked me in the back of my head as he passed and then stopped and began yelling in my face for "being in his way." 

I could see a handful of player turn around to see what was going on, and some that had been behind Chip stopped to watch. I told Chip he should watch where he was running because everyone else had managed to avoid bumping me.

Seeing his fellow players gathering, he must have felt I had insulted him. His face turned red and I think I knew what he was going to do before he did. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. He tossed his helmet aside and drew back his fist. Just as his fist started forward I heard one of the players say "Chip! Coach is coming."

Chip was already in motion. I easily sidestepped his punch and he swung in a full circle. A few players laughed and he drew back again. This time when he threw the punch I caught his wrist in my hand and used his own force to send him sprawling across the ground. 

This only served to infuriate him more and he just flew at me. As he rushed me this time, I grabbed his shoulder pad and used a judo move to send him flying ass over tea kettle along the sidewalk. He landed hard enough to almost knock the air out of him. I sprung back to my feet and was upright almost before he fully came to rest. 

"Fuck man! Where'd you learn to do that?" one of the guys nearby asked. That was when I made my big mistake. I looked at the guy and was about to answer him when Chip got up and threw his next punch.

I didn't have time to avoid the punch. I was going to either defend against it or get hit, and if I could help it I wasn't going to get hit.

I started both of my hands toward his wrist hoping they'd cross under his forearm and force the blow up over my head, but I misjudged his punch. It wasn't coming as fast as I thought and my hands hit his arm on either side causing his forearm to snap. 

I heard a high pitched scream and someone threw up. When all was said and done his football season was done. The coaches had witnessed the whole thing and let me go. 

Chip moved from Lee just before Christmas. 

Soon word spread around the school and people pretty much left me alone. It didn't make me accepted or popular, but even the jack offs thought good and hard about messing with me. Unfortunately unlike in the movies, the girls didn't flock to me seeking to have me father their children.

I wasn't, and am still not, a bad looking guy. But I never had a girl in school. I know many of the girls liked what they saw and would have been with me had I the courage to ask any of them. I didn't so I was probably one of a very few virgins to graduate Lee High that year. 

The two years after I graduated high school were spent working. One of my aunt's friends got me a job at the rail yard. While other guys my age were out banging quim or altering their perceptions chemically, I spent six nights a week throwing switches in the rail yard. I would work ten hours a night and then sleep all day while Aunt Tori worked her shift at the bank. 

My original plan had been to work for two years and then use the money I made to go to college. In my biggest dreams I would enroll in Norman and be a Sooner. Reality meant I might stretch and reach Tulsa, but neither was to be.

I was three days away from putting in my two weeks' notice at the yard. My supervisors had been trying hard to talk me into staying on. Dale Armstrong, the big yard's big boss, finally came in early one morning and offered to send me to the local community college on the railroad's dime if I'd stay on a permanent basis. Knowing how much my aunt wanted to see me go to school and make something of myself I knew I had to talk this over with her. 

Because of my meeting with Mr. Armstrong I didn't get home before Aunt Tori left for work. That meant I'd have to talk to her that evening when she got home. I had a hard time getting to sleep. My mind played over every scenario of my upcoming discussion, but I couldn't imagine any where she would be disappointed. I knew she'd help me to make the best decision for my future. 

I was awakened by bells ringing. I knew it wasn't my alarm clock, but in my haze I punched the snooze button anyway. I looked at the clock and saw it was 5:00. Maybe my aunt had locked herself out. I then realized I was hearing the phone as well as the doorbell. 

I jumped out of bed and headed down the hall. The phone stopped ringing as I reached for it, but the doorbell persisted. I opened the door to find Lee police officers Jim Crocker and David Brenner on my doorstep. I knew in an instant that my world had changed. 

As I was meeting with Dale that morning Robert Brown, Aldon Nash, and Jennifer Day were gunning down a gas station clerk in Arkansas. Driving at break neck speed across the state used a lot of their gas, necessitating another gas station robbery. The second clerk only got his skull fractured with a pistol butt. 

The trio then drove into Oklahoma but started running low on fuel again as they neared Lee. One of the trio decided that robbing gas station after gas station was no kind of existence and figured to rob a bank so that they buy gas as they went on the lam. 

Two blocks from the bank the Ford Fairmont the trio were driving succumbed due the harsh treatment it had gotten all day and refused to go another foot. Nonplussed the trio headed into the bank. As they were entering the bank one of them noticed my aunt's two year old Impala in the parking lot.

After holding all of the tellers and the three customers at gun point while the cash drawers were emptied, one of them demanded to know who owned the blue Impala in the lot. Aunt Tori admitted it was hers and offered the keys. She was shot in the face for her effort. 

The trio was apprehended two days later in Pueblo Colorado. After a fifteen minute shoot out at a cheap motel just off of Interstate 25, Day and Brown were in an ambulance heading for emergency surgery while Nash was being bagged in the room. 

Day would die two hours later on the operating table and Brown would get 125 years in federal prison for his crimes. 

The fact that Aunt Tori didn't suffer at all didn't ease my suffering at all. For my entire life I had one constant in my world and she was it. I had seen my parents once when I was 13 years old. Aunt Tori had taken me with her for their parole hearings, both were denied, and I never gave them a real thought. Aunt Tori was my mother and my father. Now she was gone and I was truly alone in the world. 

The bad thing about funerals in smaller towns is every well-meaning woman decides that the bereaved don't need to cook for themselves. I had so much food that I ran out of places to put it. My appetite was low so I ended up having the church use the food that I couldn't deal with. 

The parade of well-wishers was endless. People I didn't even know paid their respects and by time the funeral was over I was exhausted. I was given two weeks off of work for bereavement and told that I could have as long as I needed because they were holding my job for me. 

The evening after the funeral I realized I didn't want to live in Aunt Tori's house any longer. I went to stay in a motel a few miles from work. I had all of the money I'd saved so I wasn't going to bankrupt myself by using a motel for a week or two. 

Two days later I was in a lawyer's office. He informed me that since I was Tori's only living heir I would receive all of her death benefits, including a $150,000 life insurance policy that she held through the bank. 

I put Aunt Tori's house up for sale and used the insurance money to buy a nice house across town from where I had lived my entire life. Since I only listed the house for $75,000, it was sold in just a couple of weeks. 

Since I bought a house, I canceled my plans for going to school in Norman or Tulsa. I stayed at the rail yard and true to his word, Dale sent me to school where I learned safety practices and OSHA standards and became the safety pro for the rail yard. 

School wasn't easy for me, but I managed to graduate high school with a 2.8 grade point average. In a couple of courses I spent my first two years of college taking remedial courses. One or two of the normal courses I took I found I needed the aid of a tutor. 

My first tutor seemed to be pre-occupied all of the time and never made it to our sessions on time. I later learned that he was too busy trying to keep his girlfriend out of other guys' rooms to fully focus on his duties. I complained to my advisor and was assigned another tutor.

I can't say it was love at first sight. The woman who walked into the room wasn't ever going to be a centerfold or Hollywood star. She wasn't ugly by any stretch, but I am not sure too many guys would give her more than a precursory glance. 

"Hi, I'm Shawna Peterson."

"Ginger Baker," I said standing to shake her hand.

"Ginger? Like the drummer?"

"Yeah. My given name is Dean but my Aunt Tori preferred Ginger and so it stuck."

For the next few weeks she was on time every day and really helped me pick my grades up. A few times after a late study session she would ask me if I wanted to go grab a bite to eat. She treated me the first time but I insisted on paying the rest of the time.

We were at a pizza joint one evening. I was eating and reading as I usually did. I found I had to study every bit I could to get through a few of my courses. Suddenly I had the feeling I was being watched. I looked around the room and saw no one looking my way. I turned back to the table to lock eyes with Shawna.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Beg pardon?"

"I said; 'What the fuck is wrong with me?'"

"I heard what you said, although I seem to remember less profanity, I just don't understand the scope of the question."

"Every guy I have ever been out with has either tried to fuck me afterwards, or has tried to get me to suck their cock. You and I have been out several times and you've never even tried to kiss me. Am I a repulsive troll? Do I make you sick? Are you gay?"

I was taken aback by her rant. I mentally went over every evening I'd spent with her looking for a clue that I had wronged her. Still startled I stammered out, "Um, No. I have to say no to all of your questions. Did I do something wrong? If I did I'm deeply sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's, well, you didn't do anything. I wear my sexiest clothes; I wear my most expensive perfume. The only thing I haven't done is ask you if you want to go fuck! Why don't you want to be with me, Ginger?"

I didn't know what to say. I followed her lead and we went back to her apartment and fucked all night long. I'd like to say that I came once while she came a thousand times. I'd like to say that, but I can't. 

I was a virgin until that night. I had wanted sex with girls before, but I was so shy and so unsure of myself that I never made it happen. Not to mention the fact that I was deathly afraid of getting some girl pregnant and disappointing my aunt. 

Shawna was as patient in bed as she was about class work. I told her I was a virgin and she led me the whole night through. We didn't do too many positions, mainly because I didn't know any. 

By the time I graduated college, Shawna and I were living together. Since I owned my own home, she gave up her apartment and moved in with me. She taught me how to please her and I did all I could to see to her sexual needs. 

I remember a line in an old Mathew Broderick movie. He tells the camera that his buddy is likely to marry the first woman who he lays. Well I guess I am like his friend in that respect, I ended up marrying the only woman I'd ever slept with. I knew I wasn't her first, but I knew I was going to be her last. I conveniently forgot about the second part of Mathew's line in that movie; "He's gonna marry the first woman he lays and she's gonna treat him like shit."

We married in a simple ceremony the evening before our college graduation and went to Corpus Christie Texas for our week long honeymoon. Although we had been sleeping together for a year or so, it seemed different doing it in a different bed.

As soon as I graduated and had my degree, Dale moved me into the office. George Parton, the grave yard safety coordinator was set to move into Cliff Robinson's position when Cliff retired at the end of that summer. George trained me for a month, and then we worked together until August when he went to day shift to work with Cliff for two weeks. Within a year George got moved to the Chicago office and I got the head safety job.

Three weeks after our graduation, Shawna went to work for the County Assessor's Office. She made good money and made several friends at her office. I met a few of them, they seemed nice enough, but my shyness made it hard for me to socialize with any of them unless I had met them a few times.

Over the next few months we would grow close to one couple in particular. Jason and Heather Douglas were just slightly older than Shawna and I and Heather was Shawna's best friend at work. 

All summer it seemed that we would barbeque at either their house or ours. For the first few times there was always another couple or two at the get-togethers, but by early August it was just the four of us every week. 

I actually got to be pretty good friends with Jason. He worked as a car salesman at a Nissan dealership and was always trying to talk me into trading my trusty old Chevy for a Nissan. 

As the socializing got more frequent I began to notice a few things about Heather and Jason. The first thing that struck me was the fact that when he took her a drink or made her a plate, he'd always curtsy and call her mistress. I thought it was just him being a dick whenever she'd ask him for something, but it happened far too often.

Another thing I noticed was how she'd ask him for things. It was never "Honey would you bring" or "Jason if you wouldn't mind," it was always "Your wife requires this, or your mistress needs that." She never said "please."

On the Friday of Labor Day weekend we all got together to go to the first football game of the season for Lee High. They were playing a really tough team out of northern Texas that had stomped them a year before down there. 

We got together in the parking lot before the game. There was a man with Jason and Heather who was introduced to Shawna and I as Kevin. He shook hands with Shawna and I, and Shawna said "It's so nice to finally meet you Kevin. I've heard so much."

Jason was acting odd. He didn't say much but to agree with anything Kevin or Heather said. As we were walking into the game I would have sworn I heard Jason asking for permission to sit with me, but with the crowd noise I couldn't tell for sure. 

The game was the slaughter I had expected. The Texas team was up by 30 at half time. Every time they scored I swore I heard a moan out of Jason. I figured he might have some money on the game, which was stupid because Lee hadn't had a winning team in 15 years and we always got our ass handed to us by the teams out of Texas. I turned to make a comment to Jason but he was gone. I looked over and Kevin, Heather and Shawna were in conversation about something and weren't paying any attention to the game. 

About five minutes before halftime was over, Jason returned carrying nachos and sodas from the concession stand. He did that weird bow/curtsey move as he handed helpings to the other three. He handed me some nachos and a soda and sat. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to get food? I would have gone with you and paid for mine and Shawna's."

"It's no big deal," he said dismissively.

We chatted as the game wore on, but nothing eased the feeling that something was off. Shawna dismissed it when I brought it up on the ride home. "He'll be fine when come over Sunday evening. You'll see."

"So who is Kevin? I've never heard his name mentioned before."

"Oh, he's just a friend of theirs. I'm sure Jason has mentioned him a time or two."

"Not that I remember."

She changed the subject to the game. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about Jason and Kevin, nor had she paid much attention to the game. 

I worked in the yard on Saturday morning. I cut down several branches from a tree that were endangering the roof of the house and mowed the lawn. When I went in to get a glass of tea I could hear Shawna in the other room talking in hushed tones on the phone.




Ginger Snaps



"No I can't demand that. He's so sexually naive that he just might get violent."

There was a pause while whomever she was talking to said their piece. "Let's just do it like we talked about. Don't make him hide it this time. It'll pique Ginger's curiosity."

I slipped back outside wondering what was going on. What did my lack of sex experience have to do with anything? After all, I learned from her so if I was sexually inadequate it was on her. I decided I'd keep an eye open for a while until I figured out what she was up to. 

After we had supper Shawna informed me she was going out for the evening. I had thought that she was dressed nice for me. "Oh?" I said. "What are you going to do?"

"Heather and I were going to meet a friend of hers and have a few drinks. Nothing too big."

"Is Jason going?"

"No. Heather said he didn't feel like going out, he wasn't feeling too well I guess."

I was suspicious about this sudden girls' night out, but I had no reason to object. She put the dishes in the dishwasher and told me she'd be home by 10. At 7:00, Heather pulled up in the drive and honked her horn. Shawna kissed me quickly and headed out the door.

Around 8:30 I called Jason to see if he was feeling better, and to see if he knew anything about this girls' night out. The phone rang for over a minute before I hung up. On the TV the Oklahoma Sooners were beating the snot out of some school from back east, but I wasn't paying much attention.

I tried Jason again a bit after nine and got no answer. At 9:30 I heard a car pull up the drive. A moment later, Shawna came in and joined me in front of the TV.

Before I could ask her about her night, she pulled my pants down and began sucking my cock. When she was turned on she was known to ride me like I was a hobby horse. I don't know what had her so worked up that night, but it was two in the morning before she finally went to bed. 

I had out lasted my personal best that evening. I came four times, and only went soft once. I lost count of the number of orgasms Shawna had. I slept quite well that night and didn't wake up until nine. 

I spent Sunday afternoon drinking a few beers and getting my grill ready to cook. Heather and Jason were due to show up at five so I figured I'd start the coals about 4:30. Shawna spent the day getting the food ready as usual, but it seemed she was pre-occupied with something. I caught her just staring off into space on several occasions. 

Around five I was throwing the burgers on the grill when I heard Jason's car pull into the drive. I heard Shawna go out to greet them. I wasn't sure but I thought I heard more voices. I was a bit surprised to see Kevin come around the corner of the house with his arm around Heather, followed by Jason who was wearing the most ridiculous outfit I have ever seen any sane person wear. 

Heather was dressed in casual shorts and a nice sleeveless blouse and her usual summer sandals. Kevin was wearing a polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts and a pair of jogging shoes. I was dressed normally as was Shawna.

Jason on the other hand wore some sort of frilly pink and white sleeveless blouse that had been cut into a crop top, a pair of "Daisy Duke" cut off shorts that had seen far better days, and a pair of flip flops with baby blue frills on them. 

Everyone seemed to be watching me as Jason walked onto the patio three steps behind Heather and Kevin. If we had been in high school he would have been beaten already and laughed out of the building. If this had been any public building he would have been shown the door until he could dress properly. 

But this was my house and I wasn't going to say anything about his choice of clothes. Maybe he was going to a shitty costume party later. I didn't care, he was an adult and could wear a bed sheet and swim fins if he so pleased. 

I could feel the stares boring into my back as I turned back to the grill. I put the last of the meat on and turned and offered Jason and Kevin a beer. Kevin replied that he'd love a beer and Jason didn't say anything. 

I turned to go to the kitchen to grab some beers when Kevin cleared his throat. As soon as he did Jason spoke up. "No Ginger. Please allow me to get the beers."

I gave him a puzzled look and said, "Suit yourself guy." 

As he was heading toward the door I heard him ask Kevin and Heather if he could have a beer. I almost turned said something, but I figured I'd catch hell later for being rude, and rude Ginger usually ended up quite horny before Shawna would forgive and forget. 

When Jason came back out with the beer, he bowed to Kevin as he handed him the opened bottle. Heather reached over and patted his head as he did this. He then came toward me. He bowed as he handed me a beer. 

"Don't bow dude. That just looks wrong," I said just loud enough for him to hear.

"I have to or my mistress will be displeased." 

"This is weird man. Way weird."

He turned and looked at Heather. I turned back to the grill and he sidled up beside me. Within a few minutes Shawna announced that she needed to run to the store to pick up a couple of things she'd forgotten the day before. Heather and Kevin volunteered to go with her and I said I'd slow the cooking down. 

Jason said nothing and I suddenly got the feeling that this little trip to the store was planned in advance. Shawna never forgets things at the store or anywhere.

"So what's the deal man? Why are you dressed that way and why do you bow and refer to your wife as your mistress?"

"I am a cuckold Ginger."

"A cuckold?"

He looked embarrassed, "Yeah. I am a willing cuckold."

"Is that like a Pollock or a Slav or some race like that?" 

He chuckled a little as if I'd said something funny. "No, it's not a race, it's a "calling in life" if you will. Some folk are preachers because of a calling, I am a cuckold."

"So what exactly does a cuckold do besides run errands and curtsey?"

"A cuckold does what his mistress asks of him. He obeys his bull."

"Bull? Mistress? What in the heck are you talking about man? You used to be normal and now you're acting weird and dressing like a deranged Easter clown."

He gave an exasperated sigh. "OK Ginger. A cuckold is a man who allows other men to have sex with his wife. The man who has sex with the wife is called the bull. The cuckold gets to watch if he has pleased his mistress. Sometimes if he's really been good he gets to clean her out after."

I wasn't sure if I had actually heard what I thought I had heard. It seemed so foreign to me and so wrong. I thought about how bad it must suck to watch another man in bed with your wife. 

"I love being a cuckold. Don't feel bad for me I ENJOY what I do for my mistress and our bull."

"Jesus jumpin' catfish! Do you mean to tell me that Kevin beds Heather while you watch and you have to bow and scrape to him like a slave?"

"Yes. I love it that way. He can please her in ways I could never fathom. He has a much bigger dick than I do and she loves it."

I decided right then I wanted to distance myself from these sick people. I just didn't know how. Shawna would want to know why and I couldn't tell her what her best friend was really like. 

Therefore I decided to just keep my mouth shut. I guess it didn't really make Jason a different person; the only difference I could see might be having to invite Kevin everywhere too. 

The food was done by time they got back from the store. I wasn't looking forward to an awkward dinner with my new unwanted knowledge. I didn't think I could look Heather in the eye anymore. I was saved by a ringing telephone. 

The office and clerical staff at the rail yard worked different types of shifts. The office side; the account people, the managers, and safety people only worked a five day week, while the clerks and dispatchers had to cover twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. There were always a minimum of three clerks in the office.

The tracks were managed from a tower but the electronic switching system only worked about half of the time, requiring two switch operators to be out in the yard at all times. With an average of five trains an hour moving through the yard these guys had to be on their toes constantly. 

On the weekends should any office personnel be needed, there is an on call rotation. This was my weekend to be on call for safety. There had been an accident requiring one of the safety professionals to investigate. While I was sickened by the thought that someone had been injured, I was glad for the opportunity to leave this party early.

I hung up the phone and tuned to find Shawna in the room. "Who was that?"

"It was work. There's been an accident and I have to go investigate." 

"Can't someone else do it?" 

"Nope. My weekend on call, I'll be back in a while."

I went upstairs and changed into more work suitable clothing and then I headed for the yard.

When I got to the yard, the ambulance had already departed for the hospital. The switchman had not been paying attention and had been hit in the head by a coupler handle on a passing rail car. He'd been bloodied and need a few stitches. The ambulance ride was mainly precautionary. 

I did all of the paperwork and took all of the pictures and gave the ok for the trains to roll again. By the time I had everything finished, the switchman returned from the Emergency Room and I was able to interview him and get all of the paperwork done and faxed to the head office in Nebraska. 

I looked at the clock and realized that I had only been at the office for three hours and the shin dig at my house might not be over with. I decided I would rather not be around Jason and Heather so I went to a small roadhouse for supper and a few beers. The place was busy enough that I could sit at a table by myself and not worry about anyone wanting to talk. 

By midnight I had consumed two burger plates and several beers. I hoped Shawna would be in bed asleep already so I wouldn't have to make an excuse for beer on my breath. I paid my tab and made my way to my truck. The trip home took a little longer than usual, about four side streets and three alleyways longer but I made it home without any contact with law enforcement officials. 

I went in to the dark house and crept upstairs and slid into bed. Shawna made some sort of noise and then rolled into my back and resumed her snoring. I tried to sleep for a while. My mind kept running over Jason's revelation. I was kind of disgusted. 

I was disgusted that Heather would have another man in her bed, and disgusted that Jason not only knew it, but he watched and slaved for them. Sleep and alcohol finally took me and it was a blessed divorce from my thoughts.

On Labor Day Monday, I cleaned up after the party that I had missed. There wasn't a lot to clean, but I managed to make the work last. Around noon Shawna came out and asked about the accident. I told her that the paperwork had been a bear but the guy would be just fine. 

Shawna seemed to be past whatever had been pre-occupying her for the past couple of days and our lives slid back to normal. We enjoyed a quiet evening at home and returned to work the next morning.

Somehow we managed to avoid going anywhere with Heather and Jason and/or Kevin. The one time they called to set something up I was fighting some sort of illness that was making the rounds. Shawna spent the occasional evening out with Heather but I didn't see Jason at all. 

One morning in mid-October I found Shawna reading through a booklet containing apartment rental listings. I didn't think much of it until a week later when she approached me.

"What would you think if I asked you if we could sell your house and get us an apartment a little closer to my work?"

"Why would we want to do that?"

"Because this isn't OUR house. It's yours. You bought it long before we met and I feel like it's not mine no matter how much you ALLOW me to decorate. I want someplace we both can call ours. A place WE choose. A place where I will feel equally invested."

While her reasons made sense on one level, I felt like there was a hidden agenda behind it all. I balked at the idea. After the first week of sleeping on the couch I offered to have her name put onto the deed so that legally the house would be hers as well as mine. The ensuing screaming fit that followed that offer had me retreating to a motel for a couple of nights.

I came home from work a few days later to find Shawna sitting in the kitchen. I was anticipating another night of silence and the couch. As I put a frozen dinner in the microwave she said those words that every man dreads. "We need to talk."

I didn't say anything right away. I retrieved my dinner and sat down. "Ok, you are speaking to me now. What do we talk about? More demands that I sell a place that is paid for so we can go back to throwing away money every month?"

"No more demands. I am going to talk to a lawyer in the morning."

"A lawyer? For what? "

"I want a divorce Ginger. You obviously don't care if I am happy or not so I don't see a need for us to stay together." 

How can you say I don't care? I have always done everything in my power to see that you're happy. In fact this is the very first time I have ever even thought about declining your requests."

"YOU SELFISH BASTARD!!" she screamed with such venom that I was sure I'd be killed before the next words flew out of her mouth, "You are the most selfish asshole I know! You selfishly sold your aunt's house because you didn't want to face the fact she was dead. You now want me to spend the rest of my life in a house that I had no say in its purchase. So I'll just ask for a divorce and you can live here all happy like in your hidey hole on the fringe of civilization all by your selfish self."

Her words stung me badly. I asked myself if I would rather have her or the house. Reluctantly I came to the conclusion that I'd rather have her in my life than out of it. "Fine. I'll call Clay in the morning and tell him to list the house. You mean more to me than the house does. I'm sorry I was selfish."

When I look back I realize that there was an inner voice telling me I was making a big mistake. In a way I made a huge mistake. In another way it was the best thing I could have done. 

I went back to the real estate agent who had helped me sell Aunt Tori's house and find this one. He cautioned me to be sure I was doing the right thing, but listed the house. By Halloween we were showing the house, and by Thanksgiving I had an offer on it. 

We spent Christmas that year in an apartment surrounded by boxes. By New Year's Eve we were unpacked and settling in nicely. Our sex lives improved and I fully believed that I had made her completely happy. 

I kept thinking about what I was going to plan for Valentine's Day. I sat with the Yellow Pages for an hour one evening trying to decide which restaurant would be the most romantic. I had thought about buying her jewelry, but she rarely wore any. I finally decided I'd get a special bouquet of orchids and roses made for her. 

On the morning of the day I was going to call for our dinner reservations Shawna and I were having breakfast. "Don't make plans for Valentine's Day. I have a special evening planned for you."

I was like a kid before Christmas that entire week. I bought her a few things like chocolates and the flower bouquet I had planned on, plus I bought a golden "key to my heart" pendant that she could wear on a chain if she wished to.

I stashed the key in my truck so she wouldn't find it before our Valentine's evening. I planned on giving it to her after her plan was concluded, just to show her that I had moved past selling my house.

I got home Valentine's evening to find that Shawna had served a candlelight dinner of prime rib and shrimp scampi, two of my favorite dishes. Even though I've never been much of a wine connoisseur, I have to admit she picked up a really good wine to go with dinner. Little did I know that after a sweaty sex session that night I'd end up returning the key pendant the next day.

During dinner that night we were talking as we usually did as we ate. Several times she talked about Heather; never any mention of Kevin or Jason though. It was always about how good Heather had looked at the office, "She was positively glowing," Shawna had said, or how happy and content Heather seemed to be. I never responded to her Heather blurbs. I honestly didn't care what the sickos were up to in Pervovania.

The only time I said anything during the whole Heater-rama was when she asked me what I thought Heather and Jason were doing at the moment. "Probably Heather and Kevin are making Jason dance in a pretty pink tutu while they fuck in front of him." I thought to myself. "No clue," was my terse response. Shawna got an annoyed look on her face but finally let the subject drop. 

Later as we lay in the afterglow, Shawna laid her head on my chest and began running her fingers through my chest hair. "Do you wish I was a better lover?"

I couldn't believe she asked me that. "What makes you think that you aren't a fantastic lover?"

"Well, I just haven't had a lot of experience. I've had one other serious lover and a one night fling. I just wonder if I could learn more to please you more."

"I couldn't ask for better honey. I love you the way you are."

"Haven't you ever wondered about what it's like to be with someone else?"

"No. Why would I?"

"It's human nature. Every guy wonders what it would be like to have sex with Miss. January, or Jenna Jameson."

"I don't. I am completely satisfied with you Shawna."

"How can you know that? How can you know that I'm not the worst lover on the face of the earth?"

"It doesn't matter. I love you, and I love everything we do."

"I want to learn more and be a better lover for you Ginger. I know I have tons more to learn."

"Do you want to buy a book? We could buy you a computer and some internet."

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Ginger, do you know what really turns me on? Do you know what really gets me so hot I have to fuck your brains out the first second I can?"

"I'm hoping the answer is my love for you, but I have a sinking feeling that isn't it."

"You are so sweet and loving Ginger, but you aren't the only thing that gets me going. I know that you know about Jason and Heather's arrangement. I know you have avoided them vehemently since he told you." She took a deep breath. "Ginger, I get so turned on by the idea of you watching me get fucked by another man that I can't stand it."

There was a roaring sound in my ears. Even in the darkness of our room I was sure Shawna could see the red glow from my face as I strove to not explode. Shawna had kept talking but I hadn't heard much of it. How could she even fathom that I would want this? 

"Oh fuck that!" I said as I jumped up and out of bed nearly sending Shawna flying in the process. "So you think so little of me that you think I want to wear pink panties and act like a damn slave while you and some guy fuck each other silly? What have I ever done to you to make you want to treat me like a piece of shit on your shoe?"

"I love you. I don't think..."

"Love?! Where do you get your definition of love? I love you. I'd go to the ends of the universe for you. I'd die for you. But never in a million years would I ever expect you to sit back and watch while I bang Miss March, or any other woman for that matter. What the fuck?"

"But it would make me a better lover for you," she said as I slammed the bedroom door behind me as I went to the couch. 

I didn't sleep at all that night. I do know that around four Shawna finally stopped wailing and seemed to have fallen asleep. I sat there in the dark wondering why Shawna would want another man in bed. 




Ginger Snaps



I didn't think I was an inept lover. Shawna always screamed and clawed at me when we got hot and heavy. I didn't think I had an inadequate penis either. I had heard the guys at work talking about the monster cocks on porn stars. Since I had never watched porn I had to assume that these guys were abnormally large. I knew I wasn't small. 

Once when I was getting dressed after gym class, I overheard Tommy McCain telling someone that he hoped never to get a girl that I had fucked because she would have been too stretched out. His buddy then answered that he didn't know whether to call me Ginger, or Donkey Dick. My first few times with Shawna she had me go slow until she got used to my cock, so I didn't think that size was the problem. 

The only thing I could think was that she wanted what Heather had. But there was no way I would ever sink to that level. I would ask for a divorce before I would ever turn into Jason. 

At five I was sure that Shawna was asleep. I crept into our room and got my work clothes. I went into the main bathroom and showered. I slipped out of the apartment and went to work. 

I sat in my office until seven and began wondering where everyone was. It then struck me that it was Saturday and I didn't have to be there. I was sure that if Shawna called the clerks would tell her that no one was in the office since no was supposed to be there. 

I caught a catnap at my desk and left the office about ten. I went downtown and returned the key pendant to the jeweler. They look at me funny as I left, but I was probably ranting like a lunatic. I remember telling the lady that I couldn't give the key to my heart to someone who wanted me to be a Slovakian. 

I quickly found out just how little there was to do in Lee Oklahoma on a February Saturday afternoon. I drove around a lot. I drove past my old house, then I drove past my Aunt Tori's old house. I stopped at Linda's Kitchen for a bite around two.

I was sitting in the back of the room near the kitchen. Shortly after the waitress brought my burger, Heather and Kevin came into the restaurant. They were too busy hugging and touching each other to notice I was in there. I couldn't hear anything they were saying but I knew I was stuck until they left.

After I finished my burger, I had a couple of beers while Heather and Kevin finished and left. I figured when I saw them get doggy bags, Jason was going to get their scraps. It pissed me off that Shawna ever thought that I would enjoy that kind of existence. 

I got even more pissed off when I got out to my truck and found a note tucked under the windshield wiper. It was in Jason's writing and said "Try it! You might like it!"

I sat in the cab for a few minutes contemplating going over to Jason's house and slapping the shit out of him, but the voice of my martial arts sensei rang through my skull; "We do not use our knowledge for offense. We do not seek to fight. We are always ready in case others don't fell the same way." 

I knew I would gain nothing from beating Jason up. So I went to the grocery store and bought a week's supply of frozen dinners and then went home. I went straight to the freezer and deposited my meals. I hadn't seen Shawna yet, but knew I would before long. 

As I made my way to the hallway to go to the guest bedroom I saw that she was asleep on the couch. I went down the hall and moved my clothes into the spare bedroom. Just as I was finishing I heard her call from the living room. "Ginger, can we talk?"

I put my last few things away and went out to the front. I didn't say anything, I just stared at her. She sat there for a minute. "Did you think about my request?"

I just turned and went back down the hallway to the guest room and closed the door. A few minutes later I could hear her talking on the phone. I couldn't tell what she was saying but I could hear the attitude dripping off of her every word.

I was actually a tad bit hungry and went to heat a dinner. As I walked down the hall it became clear that she was talking to Heather. She didn't notice me going into the kitchen and kept talking.

"The idea makes me so damn hot." She paused. 

"He is gorgeous. I'll keep working on my end."

"He is gorgeous?" Just who is she talking about? It then struck me that she already had a guy picked out to fuck. 

"I won't cheat on Ginger," she said. "I'll do what I can to get him on board, but I won't sneak around on him." 

At least she had that much going for her. I still was dead set against her little plot. I put my dinner in the microwave and started it cooking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shawna peek through the doorway. Then she began talking louder. 

"Feel lucky that Jason is a real man Heather. He is all about pleasing you. I wish Ginger would be a man."

I laughed out loud. I was trying to think of something snide to say when the timer on the microwave announced that my dinner was done. I took it and four beers back into the guest room with me and locked the door. 

The ensuing silence lasted through the night and through Sunday. Monday morning I went to work as I normally did. When I got home that evening the phone book was open on the kitchen table. It was open to the attorney section. I had to stifle a laugh when she came in and sat at the table like she was perusing the yellow pages. I completely ignored her as my meal cooked. When my food was ready I took it to the guest room and ate in peace. 

Later after Shawna had gone to bed, I went to the kitchen to see if the yellow pages were still there, and sure enough they were. They were open to attorneys, but when I looked closer they were all personal injury attorneys. I flipped to the divorce attorney section and then I went to bed. 

Shawna was sitting on the couch when I got home from work the next day. She looked as if she'd been crying. I didn't say anything as I walked past her to the kitchen. I looked at the table and saw that the phone book wasn't there. 

I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Shawna standing in the doorway watching me. "Ca..c.can w w w we talk n n n now?" she sobbed.

I just turned and looked at her. I had no intention of saying anything, but after a few seconds she spoke.

"I'm so sorry baby. If I had known you would get this upset I would have never brought up the question of us playing like Heather and Jason do. All I want is to be a better lover for you."

"How many times do I have to tell you that you are a great lover. If Jason and Heather want to be wierdos, that's their business. I am not Jason, nor will I ever be Jason. It made me sick when he told me what they do and there's no way I'm doing it. You want another guy we can divorce now and you can go find him."

"I only want you Ginger. I am so, so sorry. I don't deserve a sweet man like you." She walked to me and we hugged for what seemed like forever. I was hoping that I heard the last of this nonsense and we could get on with our lives, but I was fairly sure it wasn't a dead subject.

The make-up sex was pretty damn good, of course I like it better when she has admitted being wrong, even though she is much more enthusiastic when I admit being wrong. After we had both climaxed, she once more said "I'm sorry."

Shawna got her period the next morning so there was no activity for a week. I never liked being around her during those weeks because she would go from sweetheart to complete bitch in an eye blink. 

When her week was over and we resumed our normal schedule, it seemed to me our sex had lost something. Shawna still came hard and went nuts when I was in her, but it seemed she was not giving me a whole lot of effort. When we were done she apologized and I wrote it off as a bad night. 

Time after time it just got worse. We used to say "Thank you," or "I love you" after our love sessions. They had been replaced with "I'm sorry." It was getting to the point where I was looking for excuses not to have sex. 

I kept finding myself thinking back to our earliest sex to make myself cum. Then one evening it just didn't happen. We had sex for at least three hours. She came four times and I failed to cum at all. The sex was so bad that I almost lost my hardness before we called it quits.

I had hoped just to go to sleep and forget about it, but Shawna went into hysterics and locked herself in our bathroom. It was four in the morning before I finally talked her out, and by the time the sobbing jags had ended it was time for me to get ready for work.

After a very long day I came home to find Shawna sitting on the couch still in her pajamas. She hadn't gone to work or done anything all day long, and all though she claimed to be dead tired, she didn't seem to be as tired as I was. 

We ordered a pizza and I went to bed early. I don't know what she did because my eyes closed as soon as my head hit the pillow. I know I had a sex dream, and sadly it far more satisfying as my wife. 

As the week went on I tried to avoid bringing up sex, but on Friday night we rented a movie. The movie was a spy thriller and of course the spy had his way with the hot villainess. When she told the guy that she was sorry that she had to kill him because he'd been the best she'd ever had; of course he escaped just before she could bring his demise to fruition. As he was escaping in a hail of bullets, he yelled back to her that he'd definitely had better. This sent Shawna into the bathroom for another two hours. 

Hindsight being twenty-twenty, I should have realized how I was being played for a fool. I guess in my heart I didn't want to believe that Shawna would sabotage our sex life to get her own way, but in the end that is exactly what she did. Even as I went to bed that night as a future cuckold, I was wracking my brain thinking of ways out of my predicament. 

I made it clear to her that I was unhappy with the idea. "Just think of how much I'll learn and be able to do to you," she'd say. 

Every time she brought it up I would change the subject. She even once wanted to bring Jason, Heather and Kevin by so they could tell me how much fun it was. When I saw their car in the parking lot I headed for a bar. 

When I got home Shawna was quite pissed off at me. She got even more pissed off when I locked her out of the bedroom and went to sleep. The next morning at breakfast she laid into me. "You really need to stop acting like such a dick."

That argument ended with the cops knocking on our door. The cops put me in the car with one of them while the other talked to Shawna in the apartment. When he asked me about the fight, I told him it merely an argument because she wanted me to be a Slovakian.

"A what?" he asked me.

"A Slovakian! She wants me to wear panties and watch her have sex with some other guy."

He got out of the car and went to his partner. I could see them having a discussion on the stairs. The guy who'd been in the car with me kept laughing. Finally they both came to the car.

"Look. You two need to work this out quietly. The whole neighborhood doesn't need to be a part of it, nor do they want to be. And for information's sake Mr. Baker, the term is cuckold."

I went back into the apartment as the cops drove off, more than likely laughing at me. Shawna tried to engage me in conversation but I ignored her. As a matter of fact I didn't speak to her for the next week. 

One evening she had Jason and Heather over for dinner. I fixed myself a plate and went and ate in the guest room. After Heather and Jason left Shawna appeared at guestroom door.

"Your refusal to speak to me isn't making anything easier you know?"

I still said nothing. 

"I'm bringing our new partner over Friday night."

"Not my partner."

"He'll be both of ours partner Ginger."

"He'll be here to fuck you and make me dance in women's panties like that fruitcake Jason. We ought to just get divorced. Then you can have your new guy and I won't be made a fool."

She broke down crying, "I don't want a divorce Ginger. I love you and I want to be the best lover I can for you. I can't keep failing you."

"Doesn't matter. You'll have him, and I'll have panties. I can't see myself sticking around long for that. So why don't we just call it quits?"

"It's not going to be that way Ginger. I promise you that I'll never make you do anything. We'll play this game for a few months and then it's done. It'll be just us two again."

Part of me was screaming "RUN!!!" but part of me thought she made sense. "I don't know. It doesn't seem right."

"Do you love me Ginger?"

"I'm still here aren't I?"

"That's not a real answer babe."

"Yes I love you. More than anything I love you."

"Do you trust me?" 

"Yes."

"So then believe me when I tell you that this is only a temporary game."

"Temporary game." Echoed through my head on Friday evening when I was introduced to Cory. He wasn't what I thought of as a handsome guy. I had actually met him before. He went to college with Shawna and me, and had made his rounds with the girls. Now he was a stock boy at Kroger. 

We all had drinks and then it was decided that we'd get started the following evening at our place. When I shook his hand he squeezed like he was trying to impress me. I think it pissed him off a bit that I didn't even flinch. 

The next day Shawna went out with Heather for the day. I was a little irritated that she'd gone and gotten her hair all done up and bought sexy lingerie for him. I was on the front porch when Heather left. 

"Enjoy your night, and have fun," she said as she got into her car.

"Fuck you." I said loud enough for her to hear as she drove off.

I went back inside to find Shawna putting candles around the bedroom. She had even dragged a chair in there. When I asked her what the chair was for, she replied that it was for me to sit in while I watched.

"I'm not wearing any of that crap you bought today."

"I bought it for me to wear for Cory. Make it a little bit special."

"How thoughtful of you? Get all done up and buy sexy clothes so you can impress the guy who stocks the produce at Kroger."

She just gave me a baleful look as she finished primping. I sat in the chair she'd brought in and watched her go through her ritual. I suddenly wished I had a beer or twelve. I was contemplating going to the kitchen to see if I had any when the doorbell rang. 

"Will you go get that?" she asked.

I got up and went to the kitchen. I was lucky there was a beer in there. I pulled it out and returned to my chair in the bed room. As I was sitting the doorbell rang again.

"I thought I asked you to get the door," she said angrily.

"You did. It isn't for me so I forgot."

She huffed off to get the door and I opened my beer and tossed the cap onto the bed. I could hear her greet Corey. He made a comment about her hot body and then he asked where I was. 

"He's in there being a dick," she told him.

"We'll just see about that."

I heard them approaching and took a pull on my beer. When they entered the room he was grabbing her ass. "There's our little cucky," he said. I didn't even acknowledge him.

"You have a lot to learn cuck boy. But don't worry; we'll get it all straight."

I almost laughed but I was too disgusted by what I was allowing to happen. Shawna was staring at him like a star struck teen. I could see the moisture on the gusset of her panties and felt a wave of rage flew through me. "Calm is our watch word," the voice of my sensei said in my head. "Honor your commitment to your wife."

Cory walked up to Shawna and held her face as he kissed her. "Don't worry. When cuck boy sees how happy I make you, he'll learn his place." She reached up and ran the palm of her hand along his crotch. He groaned and asked her, "Do you want that?"

She dropped to her knees in front of him. "Mm hmm. Oh yes I want that." She reached up and pulled his jeans down around his knees. "Oh my, that is a nice one." 

With that statement she took his cock into her mouth. She had only done this to me a few times. She always told me she found it degrading, but she did it because she wanted me to experience it. 

She sucked him for at least ten minutes before he said, "Don't make me cum doll. I want to fill your cunt up." She took a few more licks on his dick and then stood up and removed her teddy. 

She walked naked to the bed and I was disappointed when she missed laying on the beer cap. Cory removed his shirt and approached the bed with his hard dick swinging in front of him. 

Jason had told me that he liked Heather to have a bigger cock than his. From what I could see Shawna wasn't getting a better deal. He might have been a tad longer, but he wasn't as thick as me. 

"Put that big cock in my pussy Cory. Please?" 

He looked over at me and said, "I'm not sure you're ever going to feel this pussy again cuck boy. I'm about to stretch her to fit a man's cock. Any final words?"

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked. "You don't have anything she hasn't had already." I looked at Shawna, "And what do you mean big cock? His isn't any larger than mine."

"Get out of here Ginger!" Shawna yelled. 

"No problem," I said and I stood and headed for the door. Cory jumped off of the bed and put his hand on the back of my neck and walked me out of the room like a petulant child. He shoved as I reached the door and my instinct was to spin and punch him. 

When I spun the door was flying closed. Shawna was in there yelling about me having to ruin her fantasies and I heard Cory tell her that nothing was ruined. I went into the living room and turned on the TV to WGN and watched the Cubs kick the shit out of the Giants. 

I could hear the sex sounds from the bedroom and imagined Harry Carey calling their sexcapade like a ball game. I swore to myself that the next time Cory touched me he'd regret it. I did get the satisfaction of hearing Cory yell out when he rolled over on the bottle cap.

When the game was over I drove to the liquor store to buy more beer. I figured if I was going to be stuck in the living room I'd at least enjoy myself. When I got home Cory was gone and Shawna was on the phone telling Heather all about how great it had been. 

I got a bit pissed off though when she told Heather that I had jacked off when the act was over. I took a beer and went to see if there was anything interesting on ESPN. When Shawna got off the phone she came into the room and stared at me like I had shit on her mother's salad plate.

"Why couldn't you just let me have my night? You had to go and ruin the whole thing."

"Ruin? It sounded like you were having a fine old time in there. And it sounded like I did too from what you told the cunt."

"You heard that?"

"Do you think I am deaf? Of course I heard it. If you ever tell her something like that again we're through. And you better warn your boyfriend if he ever lays a finger on me again I'll bust him up."

She laughed. "OK tough guy. If you don't start playing in this game too it's going to last longer than I had planned. Part of it was for you to be in there sharing with me, not out here acting like a dick."

"I'm acting like a dick? 'I'm gonna tear that pussy up with my monster cock!" I said in a mocking tone. "Who the fuck ever told him he had a big dick? He's the same damn size as me and you fucking know it. If anyone was acting like a dick it was him."

"He's the bull. He has to feel dominant to make the game work. You have to not challenge him."

"I'll watch next time. But I'll be damned if I'll ever act like he's better than me. This damn game of yours will be the end of us if you aren't careful."

I got up and walked toward the guest room. "Aren't you going to sleep with me?" she asked.

"Nope. You fucked him in our bed, and I'm not sleeping on anyone's pecker tracks."

I went into the guest room and locked the door. A few minutes later I heard her try the knob. It rattled and then I heard her move along down the hall. I knew that now the guest bed was my permanent bed. I was not going to sleep in the other bed ever again. When this stupid game was over I would buy a new bed and burn that one. 




Ginger Snaps



Cory didn't come over again until the following Friday. This time I sat in there and watched them. It wasn't at all sexy. Corey looked like a pale sausage flopping between Shawna's thighs and I realized that my wife had put on more than a few pounds since we had married. 

One thing that I noticed was he never had scratch marks on his back when the act was over. I still have scars from some of our more intense romps. Corey would grunt and growl and I kept expecting him to have a heart attack in the middle of the act. 

When they were finished I would go to the guest room and go to bed. Shawna later informed me that Cory didn't like that I had a bed because I should be sleeping on the floor of her room. Of course by that point it was her room. I had moved my stuff into the guest room after the first play session. 

"He also wants you to suck his cum out of me when he's done." 

I have never hit a woman in my life. But when she spewed that little sentence out I was damn close to slapping the shit out of her. "Now that aint happening. I don't give a shit what Cory wants. He needs to remember this IS my home. Not his. He can say what he wants during the sessions but I don't have to do what he says."

Before long the sessions started happening more frequently. We went from once a week to three nights a week in the span of a month. I played the part and watched, only because Shawna wanted me to. The only demand Cory made that I gave in to was his order that I not jerk off. I didn't have any urge to.

Usually during their sessions I would meditate. My eyes would be wide open but I saw nothing. I didn't even hear their play; I was usually in a garden surrounded by green ferns and sunlight. Sometimes the words of wisdom came to me in my sensei's voice, other times I just heard birds singing. 

One night after a particularly sweaty session, he told me to get them some water so that they didn't have to uncouple. I got up and went into the kitchen and got me a beer from the refrigerator and then went out onto the back deck to drink it.

Sometime later Cory appeared at the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hey cuck boy. I thought I told you to get us some water."

"I ain't your servant pal."

"I am the bull here. I own Shawna now and I own her cunt. You better resect me."

I stood and faced him. "You need to remember you are in my home. I will toss you out on your ass of you don't cool your shit."

"Just for that I am going to take Shawna's ass next time. I know you haven't had it cuck boy." He turned and went back into the house. 

I laughed to myself. Shawna had long ago warned me that if I ever tried to put my dick in her ass, it would be the last time I'd ever get sex from her. I knew he'd just sealed his doom and this game would be over soon. 

The next day Shawna wasn't speaking to me. I had come to prefer those days because she wouldn't be spouting Cory's stupid demands at me and I could have some peace. I sat and watched baseball and then went to the rib joint down the street for dinner. 

At eight that night Shawna informed me that Cory was on his way. I assumed my place in the chair and waited for the explosion. They started off with her sucking his dick as they always did. As she was sucking him, Cory reached down and started playing around her asshole. I half expected her to bite him, but all she did was moan louder,

He made her get on the bed and entered her from behind. As he was fucking her, he kept putting a finger or two into her ass. All she'd do was moan louder. After they'd been going for ten minutes or so, he reached beside him and pulled up a tube that I hadn't seen before. He squeezed some of the stuff onto Shawna's ass and renewed his assault with his fingers. 

"Whose pussy am I fucking?" he asked her.

"It's your pussy Cory," she replied.

"You don't let cuck boy sample it do you?"

"No baby! It's all yours, you make it feel the best"

"Has cuck boy ever had your ass?"

"No. My ass is off-limits to cuck boy."

"Are you ready?" he asked her. 

I'm not sure she said yes, but she definitely didn't say no. He pulled out of her pussy and pushed her hips down to the bed. He squirted more of the lube between her ass cheeks and started sliding his cock in between them. She reached back between her legs and began playing with herself. 

"This is for you cuck boy," he said as he spread her ass cheeks apart and aimed his cock at her asshole.

The sound she made as he pushed his dick into her ass was something between pleasure and pain. He only got part of it in when she told him to slow down. In ten minutes or so, he was sawing his cock in and out of her ass just like he would her pussy. I just sat there getting more and more pissed off. 

She had threatened and warned me about going near her ass, and now she was letting this guy have his way with it. All she kept saying was "Oh God," and how much she loved it in her ass. As soon as Cory came, I got up and left the room. 

"I own your ass now! You got that cuck boy? I own this ass!"

I went to bed knowing that in the morning I would demand that this game end. If she didn't want to end it I would have Cory arrested for trespassing the next time he came over.

The next morning I was drinking a cup of coffee when Shawna finally rose for the day. "My ass is sore thanks to you."

"Thanks to me? Oh hell no! You threatened me about going near your ass and then you let him take it? Do even try blaming me. I am tired of this game. I think it's time for it to end."

"It ends when Cory says so. He's the bull."

"Bullshit! It ends now. Next time he comes I'll toss him out and call the cops if he don't leave. This game IS done."

"I wouldn't call the police Ginger. He is on the lease now," she said as she threw the new lease in front of me. I looked at it and sure as shit they had signed a new lease a week ago and I wasn't listed on it. "The game ends when our bull says it ends. Face the fact that you are a cuckold."

"So your word is as good as a fifty dollar pistol, and you are as trustworthy as a politician," I said, and then I slipped in under my breath "Lying cunt."

"You agreed to this. I only said it wasn't permanent. It's not. But Cory has a say in this too and I won't stop until he agrees."

She disappeared into another part of the apartment and I pulled out the Yellow Pages and started looking up attorneys' numbers. I made a list that I planned to call from work the next day. 

I went down town to get a bite to eat. When I got back Shawna was at the kitchen table with my list of attorneys. "You know we have played this childish game before Ginger. Your list of attorneys isn't going to change my mind. Cory gets a say. Call attorneys. What are you going to tell them? "I let my wife have a lover and now I don't like it?' or like a five year old, 'They are mean to me.' What are you going to do when we stand in front of a court and have everyone there hear what a cuckold you are?"

I was about to tell her I no longer gave a shit when the phone rang. She answered it and looked right at me and said "Nothing. Just arguing with cuck boy." Then there was a pause, "Oh yeah. Hey cucky, go change my sheets. I want fresh linen when my bull takes me to paradise."

"Go fuck yourself," I said as I walked out of the room.

The last thing I heard as I left the room was "Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

A little bit later she called through the door, "I'm going to see Cory. His momma died and I want to go comfort him."

She left and I went to the bar. I wished there was someone I could talk this through with. Shawna had been right. If I stood in court and admitted I had let this happen I would look like an idiot. The same thing applied if I talked to anyone about it.

The only person who might understand would be Jason, and he liked being treated like this. Then the idea came to me. If I approached Shawna about starting our family she'd have to stop her birth control pills. Then she'd have to stop the game. 

Fate seemed to smile on me a bit. I got home from work the next day to find Shawna sitting in the kitchen. "It seems our game has to stop for a week or so."

"Oh? Corey can't fuck my wife and mourn at the same time?"

"You are such an ass. No, his momma lived in Alabama and he has to drive there in the morning to help with the funeral stuff." 

"You didn't go with him?"

"No. Why would I?"

"You love him. You stayed with him last night, which tells me the "game" has changed scope. You claim to be his, and tell me I have no say. Hell you even took me off of the lease and put him there. Why am I even still here?"

"Oh baby. The game is one thing. I love you more than words can ever say. I stayed with him last night, but we didn't have sex. It would have been wrong to have had sex and not included you. I added him to the lease so that you couldn't unilaterally end the game. Please don't feel like I don't want you anymore. Besides, sleeping with him while you're not around is cheating. The game is about the three of us, not just Cory and I."

"Oh? Why didn't anyone tell me I was having a grand old fucking time? Only two people get anything out of the God damned game. I sure as shit don't enjoy watching his fat pasty ass wallowing between your legs talking like he is something more than a fucking bagger at a God damn grocery store. I want the game to end. I want us to have babies. I'm ready for us to have a family."

Shawna immediately teared up. "Really? Do you mean it? I want to give you babies. I think you'll make a wonderful daddy."

I was elated. I was getting my wife back. We decided that she'd stop her birth control that next morning. She figured that by Saturday she'd be able to conceive and we could make a baby.

Friday at work Dale Armstrong came to me and asked for a few minutes of my time. I said OK and followed him into his office wondering what I'd done wrong. He sat and gestured for me to have a seat. 

"What I am about to tell you goes no further than the two of us, for now."

"Sure thing Dale. You can count on me to keep quiet."

"I knew I could Dean. Here's the deal. I am taking the lead position at the main yard in North Platte Nebraska." For a brief moment his words hung in the air, and I had the notion he was handing me his job here. I would be shredded by many guys who had seniority and they have me fired within a week. He resumed speaking and put my fear to rest. 

"I would like to take you with me. The safety guys there are all incompetent and it is within my power to replace them. I want to name you as head of company safety."

"What about guys that have seniority over me in Chicago? Can they block it?"

"That's why I want you to keep it under your hat. If they find out before I go then they can protest, but by taking you with me and then making you the head, it will be too late. I just don't want them getting wind of this before we go."

"I doubt George would want the job anyway, he's got it cushy in Chicago."

"You would be over them too. You'll be the national safety head Dean."

I let that sink in and then told him that I'd be honored to go. He told me that when I talked it over with Shawna to ask her not to say anything until we were ready. I spent the rest of the day Friday reading all of the memos from the North Platte office. We had a policy of ignoring them because they were not truly conductive to safe operation. But now I had to learn what I would be changing. 

Then my thoughts turned to Shawna. The game was definitely over. We would have a whole new start. New town, new jobs, and a baby. I decided the best time to tell her would be Saturday night over dinner. 

Saturday morning I gave her $200 and told her to get a makeover and some sexy lingerie to make the evening even better. She was giddy and more excited than I'd ever seen her and I congratulated myself for such a great idea. As soon as she had gone I went to the furniture store and bought a new bed. No way was I starting my family on the bed that she'd fucked him in. 

By midafternoon I had the new bed set up and began putting candles and flowers around the room. At one point in the day the phone rang. The caller ID said it was Cory so I ignored it. 

I contemplated moving my things back into the bedroom, but I decided that since a move was near, I'd leave them packed until we got to Nebraska. At 5:00 I closed the bedroom door and put a note on it telling Shawna to not go in there or she'd spoil a surprise and went to pick up dinner from a small Italian place. When I got back, Shawna was there and gave me a huge kiss when I entered. 

She looked marvelous; even better than when she'd gotten all dolled up for Cory's first visit. I was actually feeling horny for the first time in quite some time. The first thing she wanted was to know the surprise. I made her wait until after dinner to see it. 

We ate and then I walked her back to the bedroom. I opened the door and watched her face light up. "Surprise! A new bed for our baby to be made in." I told her to get ready while I went and took a shower. She went into the bedroom with her booty from the day's shopping and I went into the bathroom to shave and shower. 

I got out of the shower and put on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, even though I wasn't planning on wearing them for long. I finished combing my hair and went into the bedroom. 

My blood instantly went to a boil as I walked in and saw Cory naked on the bed with Shawna.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I yelled.

"He's here to make our baby, why else would he be here?"

"No. I want to make our baby damn it. This is for our family Shawna, not his."

"But he wants me to have his baby Ginger. I know you'll be a great daddy to it, and we three can be a happy family. Heather is also going to have.."

"I don't give a flying fuck what Heather wants, what Jason wants, or what this loser wants. I'm not raising a baby when I had nothing to do with its conception."

"You can help me put my cock into her. That can be your part," Cory said. 

"Get the fuck out of here right now," I told him. "She is my wife and if she's going to have anyone's baby it's going to be mine!"

"Our next baby can be yours Ginger. I really want to give Cory a baby. We'll never tell anyone who the father is."

"Fuck both of you. I'm leaving."

"I want you here baby," she said as I turned to go out of the room. I raised my middle finger over my shoulder as I walked.

"Oh no he didn't," I heard Cory say. I heard him jump off of the bed. I prepared to be hit in the back. Instead he grabbed me by the neck. 

I planted my feet and wind-milled my arm under his shoulder to the back of his head. I pushed his head forward as I ducked under his arm and forced his face into the door jamb. There was a sickening "CRACK" and I wasn't sure if it was the jamb or his face. 

I released his head and he began reeling backwards toward the bed again. As he got past me I threw a back kick into his chest that sent him flying into one of the new night stands, breaking the lamp.

Shawna screamed and I kept walking. I stopped in the guest room long enough to grab my things. I was now happy that I hadn't moved them earlier. 

As I came back into the hall way I could hear Shawna yelling for me to come back, and for me to call an ambulance. Instead I went out the door and put my boxes into the passenger side of my tuck. I noticed that Cory had leaned his bike against the back of my truck. Now I knew why I had developed several scratches on the tail gate.

I got in the truck and started it up. "Fuck him," I said to myself as I backed out over the top of his Schwinn. Then it struck me that I had left my wallet in my jeans, and that I had left them in the bathroom. I put on the parking brake and went back inside to get my jeans.

The bathroom light was on and there was blood all over the sink. I picked up my jeans and headed back toward the door. Shawna came out of the kitchen as I was almost to the door. 

"Where are you going? No one said you could leave. I.."

"Shut your pie hole Shawna. You obviously want your gad damned game and Cory more than you want me and a family. I'm done and I am out of here."

She started to say something but I slammed the door and got in my truck. I finished backing out of the drive, severely damaging Cory's bike as I did, and I drove off. 

I drove in circles for a good portion of the evening. Every time I saw a police car I half expected to be pulled over and arrested for assault. Around nine I decided I needed some place to stay for the night. I drove twenty miles to the town of Pearl. I found a room in a small roadside motel and rented it for two nights. 

As I fought for sleep that night I kept asking myself where I'd gone wrong. I also kept asking myself if the violent reaction to Cory grabbing me had been warranted. I guess the truth is that I snapped. I had thought the stupid cuckold game was over, and Shawna didn't want it to be.

In retrospect I should have divorced Shawna for even asking to play the game. I had let her brow beat me into going along with it, so it was primarily my fault. I went to sleep thinking I'd probably be arrested when I went to work on Monday.

I drove to work Monday morning and waited for the police to show up. When they hadn't even called by noon I started to wonder if maybe Cory and Shawna had decided to leave them out of it. 

During my lunch break I called two lawyers. One refused to even see me because I was a man and I was most likely trying to keep my wife from using her. The next office I called said they'd see me at four o'clock sharp. 

Dale let me leave a bit early and I was in the lawyer's office at ten til four. The receptionist gave me a stack of papers to fill out while I waited. As soon as I finished the paperwork I was beaconed into the office of Charlotte Garrett. She was at least twenty years older than I but she was quite striking. She made Shawna look like a burlap bag of crap. 

Ms. Garrett looked over the papers and asked me for the whole story. I had planned on saying that I was tired of being married to Shawna and wanted out, but Ms. Garrett was so comforting to be around I just spilled the entire story.

When I was done she told me that if I had any pictures or proof of this I could file easily under adultery or mental cruelty. I told her that the only proof I had was the lease with Cory's name on it rather than mine. She told me she might be able to do something with that. She also told me that since I wasn't married to Shawna for more than six years I wouldn't have to give her alimony, or any of my retirement. 

On Friday she had Shawna served at the apartment. The process server told her that another man had been at the apartment. His sworn statement was added to the evidence toward adultery.

That Friday was also the day that Dale announced that he was leaving for North Platte, and would be taking a few people with him. It turned out that he was also taking two people from the scheduling staff with him. 

Later that day he asked me how ready I was to go. I told him all I had to do was gas up my truck and I would be ready. He smiled and told me he liked my enthusiasm. He didn't know I was serious. Everything I owned was in a motel room in Pearl and could be loaded into my truck in five minutes. 

He told me to plan on leaving in two months, and offered to fly me to North Platte to find a home. Since I still had almost all of my money from the sale of my home and some of what Aunt Tori had left me, I was able to buy a nice house in North Platte. I closed on it a week before we all moved. I also got my first cellular phone while I was there.

I had met with Ms. Garrett before I left and she assured me that all of my money was safe and Shawna wouldn't be able to lay a finger on any of it. I gave her my new phone numbers and went on my way.




Ginger Snaps



On my last day of work in Lee, Ms. Garrett called me and told me that Shawna was claiming to be pregnant and was trying to stop the divorce. She told me that it wouldn't slow the process at all, but a child support amendment would have to be entered in case I was proven to be the father.

As soon as I left work that day I went to a medical clinic to give them blood and DNA samples. They would run the results and save them to test against Shawna's baby when it was born. I then hit the road heading north to Nebraska. 

Months passed and I got the papers from the courts in Lee, signed by a judge claiming that my marriage was dissolved. Since Shawna's baby had been proven to not be mine the adultery charge stuck and I didn't have to give her a red cent. 

Over the years I dated a few women, but no real relationship ever developed. I did learn more sex techniques through books and my dates seemed to enjoy what I did. No matter how much they seemed to like what I did, I couldn't shut out the voice in the back of my head, which constantly reminded me that Shawna had acted like she enjoyed me too and still wanted another man. So I never stayed in a relationship long enough to ever get too serious.

I did break down and call Shawna once. When she started begging me to come back, I told her I'd consider it if she told me why she cuckolded me. She threw me the lame excuse that she was bored, and was jealous of Heather's life. She told me she loved me and asked when I was coming back. My reply was "The fifth of never." I heard her wail as I hung up the phone.

Then I found Jasmine. Jasmine let me know early on that she was mine and I was hers, and no one could come between us. Jasmine is the constant in my life that I need.

Life in North Platte wasn't all that different from Lee. I found restaurants and bars I liked and I always took Jasmine to her favorite spots. Work was really nice too. 

I quickly found out that in my position a lot of people answered to me. I answered to Dale and to his boss. I was allowed to rearrange the safety department as I saw fit. I immediately got rid of practices that had proven to be useless or detrimental. I also purged people who didn't want to change our safety outlook. I ended up making my old trainer George the head man in Chicago. Within a month the incident rates at all of the switch yards dropped. Even the reports of minor cuts and bruises slowed. The first eight years after I took over we had no deaths. Then a little over a year ago, a switch operator was killed in Lee. 

The investigation team from Chicago found deviations from our procedures and issued corrective orders. OSHA and the NTSB agreed with the orders and wet along their merry ways. After I read all of the reports I was satisfied the issue had been fixed.

Three months later, another Lee employee was severely injured. This time I sent some of my people to investigate. Once again corrective issues were ordered and I called Lee's head safety man for a face to face in my office. 

Two days later I sent him back to Lee knowing his job was on the line. Dale had also met with him so that he knew how precarious his position was. OSHA sent people to meet with me as well as fining the railroad. 

Needless to say I was none too happy to receive another injury report from Lee last week. This time a worker had lost an arm. I ordered the team from Chicago to go down there. They would get there on Monday. I then told Dale I was going down there as well. 

Since I had no idea how long I'd be there I decided to drive. The drive into town on Tuesday morning brought back a flood of memories. I found a motel near the rail yard and got a room for the week.

I caught a nap and then went to the yard. I met with the Chicago guys and got their notes from the previous day's investigation. The Lee safety head came in an hour later looking like he'd tied one on the night before. 

As wan as he looked when he came into the office, he managed to go a few shades whiter when he saw me standing in his office. I told him to call his whole safety team in for a noon meeting. 

At noon, I fired the entire Lee safety team. By one my Chicago team and I had replaced them all by raiding other yards. The guys coming in would be temporary until we could hire a whole new team for Lee. Until they got there, the Chicago guys and I would handle the job. 

The Chicago team did a lot more than I did because I had to also still do my own job as best as I could from outside of my own office. 

On Wednesday we got the word that the temporary team would be here Thursday afternoon and would take over on Friday. Dale was getting antsy not having me in Nebraska to deal with the OSHA guys. 

On Thursday morning the temporary safety team showed up to begin work. I told the Chicago guys to go ahead and go home. I planned to spend Thursday helping the team get things rolling again. Dale had told me that I would be spending most of Monday in meetings with the legal team, so I figured to leave the next morning and enjoy my drive back home.

Thursday after I left the yard I went to Aunt Tori's grave and placed fresh flowers on it. I paid the cemetery crew monthly to see that she always had fresh flowers and that my grand parents' graves were neat as well. 

I was enjoying a bar be que dinner that night before I left. I was at a hotel a few blocks from the one I was staying in because the food there was a step above dog food. I wasn't paying much attention to the sparse Thursday dinner crowd and was surprised when a voice beside me said "Ginger?"

I looked up to see Heather standing there. "Heather? Long time no see huh?" I said without much emotion. She had put on at least a hundred pounds since I had last seen her and looked as if she had aged fifty years. To say that she was no longer an attractive woman would be an understatement. 

She sat in the chair across from me. "I heard you were back in town, well kinda."

"How do you "kinda" hear someone is in town?"

"My cousin Jimmy told everyone who'd listen at the bar the other night how this Baker guy flew in from Nebraska and fired everyone in sight. You are the only b=Baker I know that works for the railroad so I figured it had to be you. Tonight I saw the Nebraska plates on the Suburban out there I just had to see if it was you."

I really didn't want to talk to her but it seemed a bit rude to just blow her off so I indulged the conversation a bit longer. "So how is everyone?"

"By everyone do you mean Shawna?" 

"If you want to tell me about her that's fine. But I meant you and Jason more than her." 

"Jason's been gone for about seven years. He hung himself three years after you left. He had lost his job and I had to take a second job to support us. He stayed home and cared for our kids; Sammy and Jessica. The note said he felt emasculated and worthless. He claimed he didn't like what he saw in the mirror anymore and hung himself in the garage. Kevin found him and was investigated for murdering Jason."

"Even though I knew in my heart that Kevin hadn't harmed Jason, I couldn't continue in a relationship with him. Last I knew he was in Tulsa selling insurance."

"I got re married to an abuser. That only lasted a year, but now I am not seeing anyone," her words dripped with invitation. I shuddered to think of her naked and asked about Shawna and Cory.

"Cory moved in with Shawna. It seems she couldn't make the rent without your income and since he was on the lease she made him move in and do his part. They had three kids together. Two years ago she walked in on him fucking the lady that lived next door to you two."

I shuddered again. The woman next door was haggardly enough to scare the hard on off of a Viagra tester. The mental picture of his pasty ass fucking her huge wart covered carcass was almost enough to make me lose my dinner. 

"She has had a few guys for different periods of time and two more kids. She still works at the County Assessor's office with me, and she waits tables at a Mexican place in Pearl. Her mom moved down here and keeps the kids while she works. They barely make it on her income and momma's pension." She paused as if I was supposed to offer charity at this point. Instead I took my last bite of cole-slaw.

"You look like life is being pretty good to you Ginger. How have you been?"

I didn't care for the way she seemed to be sizing me up, but I stayed with the conversation. I told her some about my life in Nebraska. I told her about how I was the head of safety for the entire railroad. Then I told her that I was looking forward to going home because I was missing Jasmine. I took a little pleasure in the look of disappointment that crossed her face.

Finally I had to ask the one question that had bugged me for over a decade. I wanted to ask her why Shawna had made me a cuckold, but I chickened out at the last second, "So why didn't I ever get arrested for assault?"

She laughed. "Honey, there was no way Cory and Shawna were going to call the police. They knew how it would look when you got arrested and explained why you kicked his ass. He had a hard enough time explaining his injuries to the ER staff that night."

"You might like to know that he cursed your name every time he had an issue with his dentures. He lost most of his front teeth and broke several others when he "tripped" and fell into the door jamb." It ended up being cheaper to pull the remaining teeth and doing dentures."

The waiter brought my check and Heather looked him over like a hungry walrus. I picked a company credit card out of my wallet and handed it to him. 

"Would you like to see Shawna before you leave?" she asked me. 

"Nope. I just want to get a good night's sleep so I can drive home to my Jasmine tomorrow." 

The waiter returned with my receipt. I signed his copy and added the tip. Heather walked outside with me. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to get a drink and catch up a bit?" she asked.

"Quite sure," I told her. "I really don't care to walk down a memory lane filled with pain and humiliation. I have a good life. I have a nice home waiting for my return and I have Jasmine. Reliving the past and possibly opening old wounds isn't on my "to do" list. Feel free to tell Shawna that I am happy and healthy if you wish to, or you can tell her I am fat and miserable. I don't care either way. I have absolutely no urge to see or speak to her."

I turned and walked to my Suburban as I unlocked it I looked back to see Heather getting into the same Nissan Sentra that she had driven when we all hung out. I got into my Suburban and went to my motel.

As I lay in bed waiting for sleep, I pondered the fact that my life had tuned out so much better after leaving Shawna. It irritated me a bit that Heather seemed to imply that I should take pity on her. I didn't ask her to treat me like a cast off. I did take some solace in knowing that her life had gone to shit. 

The next morning I drove out of Lee, hopefully for the last time ever. The route out of town lead me past the new county office building. I saw Heather in the parking lot walking with an old woman who looked like she might have been a crack whore. They entered the building as I waited for the traffic light to turn green. Just as the geriatric crack fiend opened the door and waited for Heather to enter I recognized my ex-wife. 

It was dark when I pulled into my garage. As I pulled my bag from the back I saw my neighbor Alison looking out her kitchen window. She waved to me, and as I pushed the button to close the garage door I waved back. 

Alison is a few years older than I am and quite attractive. She is also one of the nicest people I have known. She lost her husband Tim two years ago when he rolled his truck over on a mountain pass in Idaho. I had never dated her, but I always got the idea she wouldn't reject any gesture from me. 

I opened the door that lead into the kitchen from the garage and was met full force by a hyper active Jasmine. Nothing lets you know how badly you've been missed like being jumped by a fifty pound golden retriever. 

Since I didn't know how long it had been since Alison had let her out to do her business. She ran and quickly peed and then came bounding back to me. I looked toward Alison's house in time to see her bedroom light go out.

"I guess I'll go thank her for watching you I the morning," I said to the dog. She laid her head in my lap and chuffed at me as if admonishing me. "Ok, maybe I'll ask her out while I'm there." 

Fin



Ginger Snaps Does the Farm



When my cousin Ginger came to stay with us I can't say I was too happy about it at first, she was a spoilt obnoxious brat when she was a kid and as an 18 year old she didn't seemed to have improved much, in fact if anything, she had got worse.

Ginger thought the world revolved around her, her parents fault really, they had spoilt her rotten and they realised it far too late.

It was in desperation that they turned to my father, asking him to help them with Ginger because they didn't know who else could help them.

Ginger was rude, obnoxious, stayed out all hours, was probably having sex with God knows who and didn't know the meaning of money or helping around the house and as for her manners, she hadn't said please or thank you for years.

My Dad is an easy going man, he married young and was widowed young, I'm his only son, I'm 20 now, and I was born when he was 18 so he is only 38, we are more like brothers than father and son, his fair hair hasn't even turned grey, only the crinkles around his deep blue eyes give away his real age.

We're both fit in body, tanned and well muscled, him because he is running a small farm single handed, me because I am a Deputy Sheriff in town.

Ginger was my cousin on my mom's side, her father was my mom's older brother and even after mom's death, they kept in touch with us, which was nice except for their obnoxious offspring, Ginger Snaps as her parents affectionately called her or Ginger Bitch as I termed her after one visit in which she threw temper tantrum after temper tantrum if she didn't get her own way.

I knew my Dad didn't like her much, I could tell though he didn't say anything, hiss adored their only child, and he was fond enough of them not to say anything that might offend.

When Mike his brother phoned him that fateful day I was drinking my coffee at the breakfast table in the kitchen and I heard only side of the conversation but I pretty much got the gist of it.

Mike wanted my Dad to help him with Ginger, he was desperate, the girl was going off the rails and she was just 18 and it wouldn't be long before she into serious trouble with the law because she was drinking whilst underage and had probably dabbled with some drugs, though he was not sure.

I heard my father give some advice and then I heard him say in that curiously odd voice that means he has something up his sleeve other than his arm.

"Okay Mike, she can come here to stay, but I deal with her my way, you and Becky leave her with me for a month and I can pretty much guarantee you will have a changed daughter when she comes home."

I remember thinking that he was making a pretty tall promise but then I remembered that my Dad never made promises he couldn't keep.

He turned at that moment and our eyes met, blue onto blue, and he smiled at me.

I knew then that Ginger was going to be in for rough time but I didn't feel sorry for her, she had reaped what she had sewn and if I knew my Dad it would interesting to see how he "broke" her in, my father might be conventional in a lot of ways but in others he is quite imaginative.

As you can imagine Ginger was not happy to come to stay at our remote farm for a whole month in summer. Not she the spoilt little city girl who had the world at her fingertips but was too selfish and self centred to realise it.

Also she had been made to leave her cell phone at home, had her allowance cut off for a month (my Dad had stipulated this) and was told if she didn't go and stay with her Uncle Dutch for a month, she'd loose her European holiday that her parents had planned for her next year.

It was one pissed individual we picked up from the Greyhound station. My father had also made his brother send her the cheapest and most uncomfortable way possible to our farm, so she was hot sticky and resentful when she finally arrived.

I had taken a couple of weeks off work to see how my father was going to deal with Ginger Bitch.

I wasn't sure if he could manage her but I changed my mind within twenty minutes of us being in the truck heading for the farm.

Ginger had barely said hello to us and neither of us had offered to help carry her suitcase to the car, I would have done as I have been bought up to have good manners but Dad told me I wasn't too, she had to carry it herself to the truck which pissed her sorely too.

She was red faced, smelt of sweat and smoke but she was still as pretty as a picture despite this, at 18 she was a tall, slender girl, with a pair of large firm breasts that she obviously took pride in along with long red curly hair, freckles galore, a round face, bright green eyes and a large accommodating mouth.

She glared at me and my father as she climbed into the truck, she said nothing at first but Dad said nothing either.

He didn't even greet her in fact, just motioned her to follow us to the truck. I said nothing either, once again my father's instructions.

I think this took her a bit by surprise, her parents had warned her that Uncle Dutch wouldn't be as nice as they were, but he had said nothing nasty to her.

She sat next to him in the truck and I was on the other side of her, wondering what was going to happen next.

Like I said it happened twenty minutes into the journey, when the silence got too much for her she said in a peevish voice.

"I didn't want to come here!"

"We didn't want you here either," my father's voice was direct and clear and I almost laughed though I kept a straight face.

She was outraged by his reply.

"Well I don't want to fucking stay at some shitty farm with two hicks who can't even talk properly!"

She didn't expect my father to slap her in the mouth, he did it without taking his eyes off the road, slapped her mouth so hard her head jerked back and her upper lip began to swell.

I don't know who was more shocked, me or Ginger.

"Dad," I heard myself say but my father's voice was hard as he said.

"Keep out of it Rusty, or do you want one yourself?"

It was not an idle threat, I grimaced, I might be 20 years old and a police officer but even I wouldn't take on my Dad.

"You hit me." Ginger's voice was filled with shock, she was too shocked to cry right at that moment and my father smiled then.

"Yes I did," he said as we bumped down the road the long stretch of road that would eventually lead to the farm and Ginger's home for the next four weeks, "And if you speak like you did just a moment ago, I'll do it again, only I'll use a belt instead, and wrap it around your lily white city ass."

"I'll tell my Dad," tears began to fill her large green eyes and I almost felt sorry for her but I kept my face neutral, my father loved me dearly but if I interfered, I'd rue it and we both knew that.

"And how will you do that?" my Dad in his easy going voice, "You have no phone, and the phone at home has been switched off, your mother and father have put you in my hands for a month, they are going on a cruise for a well earned rest, they deserve it, with a daughter like you, they need more than month's holiday in my opinion!"

I think Ginger would have sworn at my father even more but she caught the look in his eye, he meant it about the belt around the ass so all she could do was seethe and sulk all the way to the farm.

My father had cleared out the utility room that was next to the kitchen and put a mattress on the floor for Ginger to sleep on with a couple of blankets and a pillow.

The expression on Ginger's face was comical to say the least when she was shown her bedroom.

"I can't sleep in there!" she cried out, her face going ashen, "You're joking, aren't you?"

My Dad wasn't joking, he wasn't joking about the bucket she had to piss in each night either that was in a corner of the utility room, because she was going to be locked in there after she had finished her chores.

"You can't do this," Ginger said, her eyes wide and horrified and she stepped backwards, almost tripping over her heavy suitcase that she had dragged in with her.

My father smiled again and said, "You can sleep in there," he said, "Or in the barn, make up your mind."

"There are rats in the barn," I heard myself say and she went whiter in the face than she already was.

My father gave me an approving look but Ginger wasn't without some sass.

"I won't sleep in that fucking shit hole!" she yelled, "You can't make me, and I won't sleep in the barn either!"

Big mistake, you don't yell or swear at my Dad, and get away with it, he didn't slap her face this time, he just grabbed her around the waist, swung her under his arm, and then sat down on a nearby chair and yanked her wiggling body across his knees.

I watched mesmerised, as he dragged her short tartan skirt over her plump pink bottom, and pulled her Victoria Secrets thong down and then he slapped her ass with such a cracking slap, I actually jumped back and almost fell over the breakfast table.

If you think I was shocked, you should have seen the expression on Ginger's face, her eyes shot open, the scream in her mouth became a shriek of pain and she bucked on his lap.

I felt a strange stirring in my groin, almost like a pinching warm sensation that throbbed, I felt immediately guilty, because I was watching my cousin get her ass tanned and I was turned on!

My Dad's hand rose and fell for what seemed and age, by the time he had finished Ginger's ass was as red as her hair, along with her red tear stained eyes, her snotty running nose and her gulping gasping sobs of total disbelief.

My father flipped her onto her feet and she almost fell over, her thong was still half way down her legs but she didn't have the strength to pull them up at that moment.

"Where are you going to sleep?" my father asked her calmly, he wasn't even out of breath and his voice was calm and easy going as usual, "Or maybe you'd like some more of what I just gave you?"

When she didn't answer at first, my father stepped toward her and Ginger stepped back, fear in her eyes.

"Where are you going to sleep Ginger?" he said in a dangerous voice.

"In the utility room," she croaked, she certainly didn't want another ass whupping that was for sure and she knew then that if she didn't answer right then she'd get another taste of her Uncle's Dutch's hand.

"Take your case in the room," my Uncle said curtly to her, "And go and sit on the stool I've put in there for you, I'll call you when it's supper time."

She had no choice and my Uncle shut the door, as she entered the dingy little room and she let out a yell as the door shut behind her, and she tripped on the mattress.

"Where's the light?" she howled and my Uncle calmly responded.

"You don't get one, you going to complain about that too Ginger?"

Silence preceded my Uncle's words. She wasn't going to complain, not then, she'd had the wind slapped out of her for the moment and she didn't know which way to turn.

I looked at my father askance.

"That constitutes an assault," I heard myself say and my father chuckled.

"It sure does son," he agreed in a deceptively amiable voice, "And she deserved every last slap, don't you think?"

She did, I couldn't disagree with that and then he added.

"Don't go feeling sorry for her yet Rusty, Ginger is a spoilt little bitch, and she has to learn to toe the line, she's going to learn it the hard way, but don't think she won't get some enjoyment out of it, I've met girls like Ginger before, fucked a few of them too, after your mom died of course, was always faithful to your mom."

I believed my Dad, he wasn't the lying sort of man though I was shocked at how easy it was for him to say he had fucked girls like Ginger in the past.

It was only later that evening I realised what he was telling me.

Ginger came out of the utility room when called, she was still red eyed from crying but she was still defiant, I could tell that.

My father made her sit on a hard chair at the table that made her wince when she sat down, he served us up some good hot home cooking but it was obvious my cousin's appetite was poor and she picked at her food, silent and resentful.

"You go to bed at seven each night," he said after we had finished eating, his words were directed at Ginger and her head shot up, she opened her mouth to protest, saw his hard blue eyes watching her and snapped her mouth shut, "You get up at six, you'll have chores all day on the farm, and if you so much as complain I'll give you more of what you got earlier, understand?"

She understood alright, but she was going to fight him all the way, she didn't know when she was beaten.

My cock twitched in my pants and then it hit me between the eyes when my father started clearing up the table.

Ginger wasn't only going to be doing chores on the farm; she was going to be doing chores for my father, literally, chores that included fucking along with everything else.

Don't tell me how I knew this I just did, I could have objected, could have said it was wrong but I didn't.

Ginger after all was only his niece by marriage, my mom's brother's daughter; she wasn't a blood relation, though by law that didn't matter, it was still seen as incest.

As a police officer I should have objected but I didn't, Ginger was going to go home a changed girl and my Dad was going to ensure that change was permanent, he'd break her in, in ways she couldn't even begin to imagine and I had a sneaking feeling that at some point my father would include me in his taming of my brattish cousin, and I have to admit, I wasn't going to turn him down, not even if I felt a tiny bit sorry for her because a hot fuck is a hot fuck and by God my cousin looked like she was going to be a hot fuck.

I was right of course and my father started that night. He locked a sullen faced Ginger into the Utility Room at seven, he let her use the downstairs bathroom to take a leak but it was the bucket throughout the night if she needed to take a piss and in the morning she had to empty it and wash it out, not a pleasant job for a girl who only has ever had to flush a lavatory in her whole life.

It was after midnight when I woke up, I heard some noises downstairs, I got up and saw immediately my father's bedroom door was wide open and his bed was empty.

I silently moved down the stairs one by one, as I did, the noises got a bit louder; they were coming from the utility room.

The door was shut, it was a solid wooden door and the room itself is fairly soundproof but it happens to be directly under my bedroom so it's not surprising I woke up when I did.

The door was locked but I put my ear to the door and listened.

"...you can't, I'll tell my Dad!" I heard my cousin's muffled voice and my father's soft chuckle.

"Do you think he will believe a little slut like you Ginger? Come off it, I told him you'd accuse me of having sex with you, you've done it before with some of his friends, he told me, he won't believe a word you say, he knows you're a liar, well now you'll be telling the truth and he won't believe you!"

There was the sound of tearing, and a cry of indignation from Ginger.

"That top cost $100!" she wailed and my Dad laughed and said.

"You can use it to wipe your cunt with it after I've finished fucking you and don't even bother to start screaming, Rusty sleeps like a log, he won't even hear you and he knows what a lying bitch your are, so he won't believe you if you tell him, he'll probably arrest you for lying to a police officer!"

My Dad knows I am a light sleeper, but Ginger doesn't, he also knows me well enough to know where my loyalty lies and after hearing what Ginger had done to some of her Dad's friends falsely accusing them of having sex with her, well she was getting a taste of her own medicine wasn't she?

"Please Uncle Dutch!" I heard her beg, "Please don't...oh my God...!"

I pressed my ear harder to the door, wishing I could see what was going on but I could imagine and my father's voice was like rich honey.

"You like having your clit rubbed don't you Ginger Slut? You like it to be rubbed this way!"

"No I don't!" my defiant cousin cried out but this was followed by a moan and then my father's voice.

"You can either put your hands over your head or I'll hold them there, the choice is yours, it will only hurt more if you struggle, okay, have it your way then!"

Obviously Ginger was going to struggle, I heard the sound of heaving breathing, grunting, not from my father, he is incredibly strong and he has the stamina of an ox, Ginger was just a weak assed city girl not used to being used in such a way so her arms were quickly forced over her head.

"Let's see if you like having your tits sucked!"

"Don't!" I heard Ginger say in a strained voice, my crotch was itching now and I had to slip a hand into my boxer shorts and start to stroke my cock.

I heard the sound of my father's mouth on Ginger's tits.

"You bastard!" I heard her cry out but five minutes later she was moaning, reluctantly moaning as my father's mouth and tongue forced her body to respond to what he was doing to her.

My father took his time with Ginger, I listened to him fondle, rub and kiss her, she struggled for a good while, even with her sore ass, she put up a good show but my father is like a relentless bulldozer and bit by bit he broke down her sexual defences. 

Ginger was no virgin, because I heard my father laugh at one point and say.

"You're so wet down here Ginger Slut, not to mention well stretched, I won't have to be gentle, will I, but I don't think you like a gentle fuck, I think you like it nice and rough."

Ginger swore at him but it was done in a sobbing voice that was filled with reluctant desire.

"Let's get your legs over my shoulders, I think I know how to get your going further, let's see how your pussy takes to being eaten shall we?"

That did it for Ginger, I heard her let out a gurgling cry of "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, don't do that...oh shit, oh fuck, don't stop, I mean stop, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!"

I think my father licked and ate my cousin's pussy almost to an orgasm and then I heard movement, a long agonised groan from my cousin and my father's voice, low but still audible.

"I'm going to fuck you now Ginger Slut and you're going to love every dirty single minute it of it!"

She didn't want too of course, my hand was rapidly moving over my cock, I was silent as I listened, I had a feeling my father knew I was outside the door but he didn't mind, I was part of this, the part of breaking in and taming Ginger Bitch or Ginger Slut as she now was!

Ginger's orgasm came quickly, she was almost there already from my father eating her pussy, and she bucked, screeched and howled in pleasure despite herself.

"OH GOD ALMIGHTY!" I heard her wail over and over again, "I'M COMING, I'M FUCKING COMING!"

With her orgasm I came too but more quietly and with a soft groan of pleasure.

I came in my boxer shorts but I didn't mind, it was worth it just to listen to my cousin get her rocks fucked off with the help of my Dad.

And I slipped away before my Dad came, because I had a feeling he'd leave Ginger on her cum soaked mattress after he's come inside of her and go back to his bed, and Ginger would cry herself to sleep, not because he was upset but because she had enjoyed being fucked by her Uncle Dutch, not only enjoyed it in the end but participated totally and utterly despite her protests to the contrary.

The next day my father got Ginger up at six as he had promised, he soon had her mucking out the barn, feeding the chickens, collecting eggs, shovelling up horse shit and taking it to the manure pile half a mile away along with doing as many of the dirtiest jobs that he or I usually did.

The designer outfit she had foolishly put on when she had got up soon look like a shit smeared dishrag, her red hair was dishevelled, and she stank to high heaven with all the filthy chores he had set for her around the farm.




Ginger Snaps Does the Farm



My Dad wouldn't let her use the shower upstairs, she was banned from upstairs in fact, after she had finished her chores, she'd wash in outhouse next to the barn.

There was a cold water shower in the barn, my Dad usually used it to take water to the nearby horse trough, and this was where Ginger was to bathe each day if she wanted to get clean which of course she did because she stank of manure and sex.

She cried when she saw the shower, but my father handed her an old towel and a bar of carbolic soap.

"It's that or nothing," he told her.

"You're so cruel!" she sobbed and he laughed at her and said.

"Crocodile tears never touched my heart Ginger," he said, "Only real ones, and you don't know how to cry real tears, now shower and get your fat ass into the house, unless you want to miss supper?"

Not surprisingly Ginger was ravenously hungry this time and I will give my father credit, he didn't deprive her of food but she had to wash up afterwards, something she had never done in her life and she didn't know where to start.

I took pity on her and showed her what to do but I didn't help her, the expression on my father's face told me I could only do so much for Ginger and then he'd intervene.

She sniffed trying to make me feel sorry for her but I didn't really, well I did a tiny bit, I'm not all heartless, but I wasn't going to interfere, Ginger was my father's responsibility, when he wanted more of my input he would ask.

At seven she was locked in the darkened utility room and we went out for the evening, we didn't talk about Ginger, we went to a bar for a drink and came back late.

We had told her we would be doing this and she had let out a howl of protest but to no avail, and when we returned the utility room was silent, she was either sulking or fast asleep.

Of course she tried to run away, on the fourth day in fact, my Dad visited her in the utility room each night, I didn't bother to listen again, and I could imagine it on my own and jack myself off.

She didn't get very far, Dad realised she was missing fairly quickly when she didn't appear from mucking out the barn again.

I offered to find her but he knew which way she would be heading so he took the truck and two hours later he was back with a furious red faced Ginger in tow. She had followed the road as he expected her too and had caught up with her long before she had hit the main road.

He carried her kicking, swearing and squealing out of the truck, he was trying not to laugh, I scratched my head, not sure what to say or do and my Dad said.

"Go get my leather belt from the back door Rusty," he said.

Ginger's face whitened, she jerked in his arms, trying to bite and scratch him, but to no avail, I got the belt as instructed and followed my father into the barn.

I had to help my father this time, not as reluctantly as I expected, he pulled her hands over her head, made me hold them in place and basically strung her up like a side of beef, her feet barely touching the straw covered floor, when she tried to kick him, he yanked off her shoes and tossed them to one side.

"Whilst I'm doing this," he said to me as he yanked down her panties and bunched up her skirt around her thighs and I got a glimpse of a shaven moist crotch, "You go to her suit case and get all her shoes and put them into the corn grinder, she can go barefoot from now on, she won't want to go down that road without any shoes on, the stones will cut her feet to ribbons."

"Don't you touch my things!" Ginger screamed jerking back and forth desperately and then she was shrieking in pain as the belt bit into her buttocks.

She was strung up in such away she could only jerk back and forth, and side to side, I watched fascinated as the belt landed on her ass, not as hard it could have, but hard enough.

I picked up the shoes that my father had tossed to one side, and obeyed his command to get all of Ginger's other shoes and grind them up.

They were expensive shoes, all designer but they ground up quite well though it took about 45 give minutes.

I wonder if my father was still whupping Ginger's ass, I hoped not, I'm not that cruel so I quietly made my way to the barn, I'd chance his wrath and tell him to stop if he was.

I certainly didn't expect to find Ginger on her knees in front of my father sucking his cock whilst fondling his balls that took me by surprise that is for sure!

The barn door was open but I was in the shadows, I stayed there and watched my mouth wide open in amazement.

Ginger certainly knew how to suck a cock, she could deep throat like an expert and my father has a cock and a half, it's at least 10 inches when its hard on, and it's wide too, I should know, I've inherited his genes in that department, well hung if you know what I mean.

"This is better than a whipping, isn't it?" my father said in a calm voice, he has control over his body my father, he was obviously enjoying what Ginger was doing but he was not letting her know it, he had a hard on but his breathing was steady and he was looking down at her, his hands at his sides, making no attempt to caress or touch her.

She looked up at him with her large green, her eyes were bulging slightly in their sockets because he was so large in her mouth but she managed to nod her head, her backside was a flaming red colour, he obviously had given her a choice, more ass whupping or cock sucking, she had chosen the cock sucking option.

"If you try and run away again," my father said, "Not that you have any shoes now, I'll give you a whipping worse than what you just got, not only that, I'll fuck you up your virgin ass right afterward and I won't be gentle!"

You might have thought that threat would have terrified my cousin but to my amazement I heard a groan come from her over filled mouth, she squirmed on her knees and sucked harder, and then her tongue flicked out and she began to lap at my father's balls. 

That almost took him by surprise, luckily she wasn't looking up at him right at that moment or she would have seen the pleasurable shock cross over his face but he turned it to his advantage quickly.

"Let's see if you can kiss my balls whilst you're sucking my cock," he said, "If you can, I'll let you stay up an extra hour tonight and watch TV."

My cousin's mouth puckered over the huge swollen cock she was sucking, and slowly but surely she began to kiss his balls, a suck and then a kiss, a suck and then a kiss.

My father chuckled, slightly strained but only to my ear as I knew him well.

I was totally turned on but I restrained from jacking myself off, I was getting a raging hard on but I ignored it.

Eventually my father had to come, he said in a light voice that was tinged with well disguised lust.

"I'll give you a choice Ginger, I can come over tits or you can do some real deep swallowing, you choose."

He leaned over and ripped open her stained designer blouse to make a point and pulled up her lacy bra so her large pendulous tits were exposed.

Ginger grabbed his buttocks with both her manicured hands, well all her nails were broken now but they were still polished though a little cracked and she sucked his cock like a demon, and my Dad got the message.

He shot a full load down her throat, she gulped, she swallowed, she lapped, she slurped, creamy cum oozed out of the sides of her mouth and down her chin but she took the lot with ease.

He slid out of her mouth, her saliva and his cum dripping off his flaccid cock.

"Lick me clean," he said to her as she looked up at him, wiping her mouth with her hand and she obeyed him, she didn't even protest, she just lowered her head, and lapped at his cock and balls until there was no cum left and then he fastened his pants.

"Now you learn some manners," he said to the still kneeling girl who was looking slightly dazed by then, "You learn to say please and thank you, and on this occasion you say thank you."

She wouldn't in a million years say thank you I thought but some common sense pervaded and scarlet faced she muttered.

"Thank you Uncle Dutch."

"You're going to say please and thank you a lot around this farm," my father said, "Your parents despair of your bad manners, well this is one way of learning them, isn't it?" 

She couldn't answer that could she? She just looked at the ground, flame faced and angry with herself because even though she had been given the option of a further whupping or sucking a cock, she had actually enjoyed getting on her knees and giving her Uncle a blow job and they both knew it.

"Go and have a shower and get on with your work," my father said, and I slipped away before either of them saw me though I was sure my father knew I was watching them both.

Ginger got her extra hour up that night, she watched TV silently sitting on the sofa, and she still looked sullen but also a little excited too. She kept glancing at my father and then at me, but only every now and then.

When her hour was up she meekly went to the utility room to be locked in. She wasn't totally tamed by half I suspected but my Dad knew that, Ginger Slut still had a lot to learn in her month at the farm and it was going to be more interesting with each passing day!

My Dad worked Ginger harder than he ever worked me on the farm, he really made her earn her keep, he fed her well, she got plumper but not fat but she learned more about housekeeping and running a farm than any city girl I have ever known that is for sure.

Ginger soon ran out of designer clothes, they were rags by the end of the first week, so many tore and were messed up with horse and pig shit.

My Dad gave her a pair of my old dungarees which barely covered her tits and were tight on the crotch, they were mine when I was about 14 and they just about fitted her.

Along with work on the farm my Dad fucked Ginger whenever he got the chance, she resisted initially, well that is only natural but with each fucking, she resisted less and less because in the end it was so futile and also because she was enjoying the sex if not the hard work she had to do.

I didn't listen every night to their sessions in the locked utility room but when I did it was worth it.

My father sure had a novel way of making Ginger Slut learn her manners that was for sure, he soon had her saying things like, "Please eat my pussy "and" Thank you for coming over my face" and things like that.

It rubbed off on her day to day working life on the farm, she no longer demanded things, well she knew she wouldn't get anything but a red hot ass if she was rude, the day she said thank you to me when I helped her put her way the dishes after supper one even almost made me faint with shock. 

I managed to get two more weeks leave from the police; I wanted to see this through to the end, well wouldn't you?

I was totally fascinated not to mention turned on like a horn dog. I was jacking myself off each night just thinking about Ginger and Dad and it wasn't just there fucking that got me going, I actually liked what he was doing to her, making her work, making her squirm and be embarrassed and humiliated. Yes I admit I felt a little guilty about that, I am not as hard as my Dad but lust got the better of me and I still remembered what a bitch she had been in the past and still was.

Ginger didn't get too sassy with Dad because he just walloped her one if she did and she didn't talk much to me, mainly out of embarrassment I think she knew full well I was aware of what was going on in the utility room each night. 

It was at the end of the second week and the beginning of the third that my father proved to me how far he had come with regard to taming and breaking Ginger Slut's nasty habits.

We had just finished eating our dinner when he said in an easy going voice.

"Ginger, why don't you unfasten your dungarees and let Rusty see your tits."

I don't know who was more surprised, me or Ginger, she opened her mouth to protest, saw the expression on my father's face, and quickly obeyed him.

Her tits popped out of her dungarees like two huge beach balls with pert pink rose buds on each one and I looked at them, my crotch contracting and my cock hardening but managing to keep my face neutral.

Her face reddened slightly but she sat at the table stiffly as my father said to me.

"Ginger's been stealing money from my wallet," he said almost conversationally and Ginger's face went ashen at his words.

I knew he was speaking the truth and I frowned, why on earth would she do that when she had nothing to spend it on?

"It's one of her little vices," my father said smiling at my pale faced cousin, "Her mother told me about it, she's been stealing from them for years, she couldn't give up the habit here either, I suspect she has gone through your wallet too Rusty."

She had done too, she had taken $20, but I was bewildered.

"Her parents are loaded," I said incredulously, "Why would she do that?"

"Because she can," my father replied, "Right Ginger?"

She went from pale faced to red faced, she scowled but the look on my father's face made her look away.

"How much has she stolen from you?" I asked.

"A little under $100," he said, "Don't worry Ginger, your parents won't find out, because you're going to earn all the money you have stolen from Rusty and me, you're going to earn it and pay interest too."

Ginger's head shot up, there was fear tinged with a little lust in her eyes, but for once she wasn't rude and she said in an almost pleading voice.

"Can't I just give it back?"

"Doesn't work like that honey," my father said mildly, "Now how about you get under the table and give Rusty a blow job, might as well get used to being on your knees for a while, it's what you're going to be doing a lot of!"

She couldn't refuse and she knew it, her eyes blinked rapidly for a moment or two, and then slowly she slid under the table and disappeared from sight and I felt a pair of hands part my knees and then fingers gently pull on the zipper on my crotch.

Ginger gave me the best blow job I have ever had in my entire life, I think she kind of hoped my Dad would go easy on her if she did a good job on me, not a chance because after she had finished swallowing the load I shot down her throat he took her into the barn whupped her ass good and proper and then fucked her up it right after, just as he had threatened he would do if she tried to run away again.

She bellowed like a stuck pig, I heard her from the kitchen where I was making myself a sandwich.

I winced slightly in sympathy but didn't bother going out to see, I could imagine it and that was enough and strangely I didn't feel as turned on as I thought I would though I was slightly, I won't deny it.

She hobbled into the kitchen in front of my father, barely able to walk, her face was once again as red as her hair, and her eyes were red from crying but she was also breathing heavily, and the crotch of her dungarees were heavily stained, she had juiced up so much she had saturated the front of her pants.

"She's real stretched that end too," my father said with a grin and her face went scarlet at his words, "You can fuck her up her ass too if you want."

Ginger looked at me pleadingly, I could see the back of her pants were also rapidly staining where my father's load of cum was leaking out of her ass and to my surprise I took pity on her.

"Maybe another time," I said and the look of gratitude on her face surprised me.

My father however didn't seem too surprised by my refusal, instead, he told Ginger to get out to the barn and have a shower, she would have to wash her dungarees there too and seeing as she had no more clothes, it looked like she'd have to be butt naked until the morning.

Silently she left the kitchen to obey his command and my father gave me an amiable smile and went off to watch TV.

I knew my father would be mad but I went upstairs and found an old shirt of mine and slipped out to the barn where a butt sore Ginger was washing herself under the freezing cold shower, her teeth were chattering but she washed herself thoroughly with the carbolic soap and then dried herself on her towel which was too small for her even to use as a wrap.

She had washed and rung out the dungarees in the cold water and it would be some time before they dried in the barn.

She heard me enter the washroom, turned around, still a little defiant even though my father had done a good job in taming her and then she stared at the shirt I holding out to her.

"My Dad is going to whup my ass for this," I said wryly, "But what the hell, here you are."

She looked at me, and then at the shirt. I thought she was going to refuse it but then tears filled her eyes and slid down her pale cheeks.

"Thank you Rusty," she said in a shaky voice which still surprised me despite the fact her manners had improved greatly over the last couple of weeks. 

She put the shirt on and buttoned it up.

"I'll tell him I stole it off you," she said wanly, "He'll believe me."

I shook my head, "I'll tell him I gave it you, because I did, come on, let's go back to the house."

My father didn't come into the kitchen when we entered, he shouted at me from the lounge to lock Ginger in the utility room and I heard myself suddenly shout back no to his order.

I don't know who was more surprised, me or Ginger, she stared at me incredulously.

"Are you mad Rusty? Jesus, don't be so stupid, he'll bust your ass!"

My Dad came out of the lounge but he didn't look all that mad, in fact he looked almost amused.

I didn't feel as brave as I was trying to be but I took a deep breath and said.

"I don't think Ginger is going to screw you or her family around any more, I think she has more than learned her lesson these last two weeks, cut her some slack okay, Jesus, you've worked her like a dog and fucked her like one too, she's deserved most of it but not any more, please Dad?"

Ginger's mouth dropped open real wide, shock written all over her face.

The slap I got across the face really hurt, I rocked on my feet as the palm of my father's hand collided with my cheek.

My eyes watered and Ginger's gave a little cry and put herself in front of me.

"Uncle Dutch don't! He was only sticking up for me, please don't hit him again!"

My arms instinctively wrapped around Ginger and I hugged her too me, if he was going to hit her I'd shield her from the blow, I wasn't going to let it happen, I had played my part and now I was felt really bad, as much as I wanted to fuck my cousin's brains out, I didn't want her to suffer any more.

My Dad smiled suddenly, a lovely smile that totally floored me and Ginger, we looked at each other, neither of us knowing what to think.

"He's going to kill us both," she said and my father roared with laughter then.

"No way," he said, "I love my son too much for that Ginger, and you Ginger, you just tried to protect him from me, have you ever done that before for anyone other than yourself?"

Ginger's green eyes widened, her hands had moved to cover mine and she stared at my father and then she said.

"No."

"Rusty likes you more than he cares to admit, he didn't like you at first, but he likes you now, and I'm glad, because I sure as hell am getting pretty damned exhausted screwing you on my own, not that I haven't enjoyed every moment of it but you are hot stuff girl, real hot stuff."

Ginger blushed then, not from embarrassment but from the pleasure of my father's words.

"I will cut you some slack as Rusty has asked but if you so much as put a foot wrong between now and the end of this month, you will go back to the way it was, Rusty or no Rusty, understand Ginger Snaps?"

Not Ginger Slut though she could be one when she wanted to be or when she was made to be.

"Yes Uncle Dutch," she said and then she added almost shyly, "And thank you."




Ginger Snaps Does the Farm



My father raised an eyebrow, glanced at me, gave me a soft smile and went back into the lounge.

"You still sleep in the utility room," he called out, "I'm not cutting that much slack, okay? Lock her in when you've finished with her Rusty; she's still got plenty of learning to do and she's got two teachers now."

I sank against the kitchen sink, my breathing heavy, my cheek burning from the slap I had received.

"Shit," I said and Ginger grinned then and then she kissed me, a hot kiss on the mouth that was tasted of honey, straw and dust.

My hand instinctively began to undo the buttons on her shirt and she didn't resist.

Her breasts were so firm and they trembled under my touch, my fingers pinched at a slowing hardening nipple and she moaned softly, her mouth still on mine and then she was pulling me toward the utility room and her mattress on the floor.

She whimpered slightly when I lowered my weight on top of her as her ass was still really sore from the whupping and fucking it had not long received but her cunt was ready for me when I guided my swollen member inside of her and she soon forgot the pain as I thrust back and forth and she wrapped her legs around my buttocks and we kissed like angels and fucked like rabbits.

I took my time, she was so wet and hot inside her cunt my cock seemed to expand to fill her whilst her vagina walls contracted hard on my pulsating rod, pulling it in further to her body, whilst she crowed out in pleasure.

"OH YES, OH YES, OH YES, OH YES!"

I practically rode her up the mattress, sucking her tits and making her cry out even more, I couldn't last as long as my father but I think I did a pretty good job, I got her to come before me, I felt her body start to shudder under me.

Her fingers pinched at my back, I couldn't see her face in the dark but I imagined her eyes wide open and huge, I pushed my tongue down her throat and she sucked on it with her mouth, and then she came.

"OH FUUUUUUKING HEEEELLLLL!"

She jerked, she thrashed against me triggering of my orgasm which was just as violent and just as pleasurable.

I rammed my cock as far up as I could into her cunt, my balls were practically inside her when I exploded and she came again then, a multiple orgasm ripping through her body and she was bucking once more as spurt after spurt of cum gushed inside her.

Finally it was over. She lay trembling underneath me, I was drenched with sweat and so was she.

"What do you say Ginger?" I heard myself say.

She was silent for only a second and then she said in my ear.

"Thank you very much Rusty, that was fantastic, I really enjoyed it" and she kissed my mouth and then I rolled off her.

My cum flooded out of her, some of it splashed on my leg, and I pulled up my trousers.

My eyes were getting used to the dark and I got up slowly. My body was aching and I was tingling from head to toe.

I locked her in the utility room as my father had insisted I do but this time I knew she didn't mind and I didn't either because she was willing now, willing and happy to comply with both myself and my father.

I knew my father would join her later and this time she would be putty in his hands, my Dad had known full well at some point I would stick up for Ginger, he didn't know when but eventually, and in doing so I had shown my cousin that kindness can come in all shape and sizes and that grudges don't have to be held for life.

For the next two weeks Ginger behaved herself, her manners improved, she even learnt how to cook simple food such as pancakes and bacon, and she didn't complain about having to wear damp dungarees in the morning, mainly because I gave her couple more old shirts but no shoes, she'd get a pair to go home but that was it, Ginger wasn't here to be spoilt.

My father still made her work hard on the farm, she got the occasional slap if he thought she was slacking, well old habits do die hard, but mostly Ginger bucked up her ideas, but mostly after her work she was either fucking me or my Dad one way or another.

We even shared her quite a few times too, she was a bit nervous about that at first when my Dad told that was what she was going to one evening but her body quickly dampened her fears when two sets of hands, two months were fondling and kissing her breasts in the barn on a hay bale.

I got to fuck her up ass for the first time whilst my father did her from the front, she was kneeling on the hay bale, I was behind her on my knees and my father was in front of her on his knees and she was skewered up her ass and up her cunt by two monster cocks.

She could barely breathe we were both so far inside her from both ends; all she could do at first was let out these odd little grunts. 

"URGH, URGH, URGH, URGH!" as I thrust my cock up her ass and my father thrust into her cunt.

We soon got a rhythm going and I could feel my father's cock through the thin membrane that separated us and so could Ginger.

Her eyes had never been so round as they were then, and she was having mini orgasms both in her ass and in her cunt but she couldn't quite come properly because of our thrusting; each thrust heightened her pleasure but delayed her orgasm and then my father lowered his head and began to suck on one of her nipples.

I got my head under her arm and began to suck her other nipple, this was too much for the poor girl and she almost passed out with the sheer pleasure of it.

"Pl-Pl-Plea-Please le-let meeee cum-cum," she gurgled desperately finally finding her voice amidst the thrusts and sucking she was receiving.

We didn't, we weren't ready to come and so we forced her body to even headier heights of pleasure, and then eventually even we couldn't stop ourselves from coming.

I came first, my cock seemed to swell even more up her undulating ass, my balls pounded barded on her well used butt cheeks and I let out a roar of pleasure as I exploded inside of her.

"OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I screamed and my father followed minutes later, more restrained but equally as forcefully but Ginger's orgasm was like a train going through a really long tunnel, it just wouldn't stop, it went on and on and on until she did pass out and even then it didn't stop when we slid out of her two well stretched and well fucked holes which gushed out cum like a heavily leaky faucet.

We left her on the hay bale, twitching and leaking spunk from her ass and cunt, she'd be out for a while and then she would have to shower and do some more chores around the farm, it didn't matter she would barely be able to walk, she had work to do and she'd do it sore cunt and ass or not.

She missed lunch and she was late for supper which meant she didn't get any, that was the rule in our house, you came for you food on time or you didn't get it. We were finishing up when she hobbled into the house.

"You're late," my father said as he popped a last morsel of chicken into his mouth.

"Sorry Uncle Dutch," Ginger said meekly as she sat on her chair and her empty plate which was not to be filled and he nodded his head.

"You've missed supper; you'll have to wait for breakfast in the morning." 

She didn't complain like she would have done before, but it was obvious she was ravenously hungry and after my father had retired to the lounge I stood up and reached for the grape jelly jar to put it away.

She watched me, her mouth watering and she whispered.

"I'll lick it off your cock and balls if you want."

I went still, looked at her and felt my cock twitch in my pants.

I held out the jar to her and she snatched it off me, she took a fingerful first, a blissful expression on her hungry face as she swallowed it, then she got on her knees and quickly unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxer shorts.

She smeared my cock and balls with the warm grape jelly and began to lick them as she had offered to do. Her mouth was eating both grape jelly and my pulsating balls and cock. I took the jar from her and added more, as her mouth slid off my cock 

I let some slide into her mouth and this continued until I was rock hard, I found myself rubbing grape jelly onto my balls and this made her go into a frenzy of licking, sucking and kissing just to get at the sweat substance I was feeding her with.

When the jar was finished, it was only half full she didn't stop, she topped up the grape jelly treat with a huge load of spunk that gushed down her throat and then she proceeded to wash and lick my balls clean and then get to her feet, wipe her mouth and smile at me and say.

"Thanks Rusty, that was yummy."

Very soon the month was over and it was time for Ginger to go home, my Dad bought her some new jeans, a t-shirt and I gave her old jacket of mine and she even got a pair of boots, second hand of course but comfortable.

She had no luggage to take home with her as we drove her to the bus station but she didn't mind.

The bus was going to be an hour late so we waited with her, she was quiet, I knew she was glad to be going home, she had admitted to me a week ago she missed her parents and really appreciated them, not that she hadn't enjoyed herself on the farm, she had in the end but home was home, this was her Waterloo and she had survived it.

She was the only passenger to be getting on at this stop so Ticket Clerk didn't even come out of his office; he just waved at us as we went to sit down on a nearby bench.

"I'll miss you both," she said and then she laughed, "You won't miss me I bet!"

"Oh I don't know about that," my father said with a glint in his deep blue eyes and she flushed but not with embarrassment.

My eyes were wandering and they rested on the three public toilets that were set back from the bus station.

"Do you want to go to the the toilet before you get on the bus?" I said, Ginger started to say know but she saw the look on my face and a little smile crept over her lips.

"Why don't we all go to the toilet," she murmured.

My father didn't even blanche; we just got up and quietly made our way to the disabled toilet which was unlocked and three of us entered.

"Don't lock it my father," said to me as I started to lock the door and Ginger was as startled as I was and he grinned at her.

"You'll have to be quick Ginger," he said, "In case anyone walks in, think you can manage two cocks in your mouth at once?"

Ginger seemed to go still, but I saw her tremble and then she was on her knees, her hands reaching both zippers at the same time, and then her mouth was moving from cock to cock, rapidly, sucking, licking, moving to the next cock, sucking, licking and so on.

She worked like a demon; she was terrified of some stranger walking in on us, and it seemed to make her mouth bigger, more elastic as if it was on a hinge.

Her lips rippled over our swollen cocks, she got them both in her mouth at once and it was an electrifying sensation as she moved her head back and forward slowly at first but as our juices and her saliva increased her gag reflex lessoned and soon her head was going back and forth like a piston on our joint huge girths.

I had to hold onto the wall she was putting so much pressure on my cock, my father seemed more balanced and we came, she had to swallow gush after gush of spunk from both our cocks.

She did it though, she practically ate our cock and balls and then when she'd finished swallowing the last drop of spunk from each of our cocks my father shocked her by reaching for her jeans and unzipping them and with me we hand fucked her to an orgasm which she had to have quietly for fear of bringing the ticket officer clerk running!

She practically fell into my arms, eyes glazed and full of lust and she said.

"I have to come back next year for a holiday, I have too!"

My father zipped up his pants and so did I. I had to help Ginger zip her pants up as she was still shaking from her orgasm.

"If you behave at home from now on you can come here next year for two months," my father said and then he added, "But only if your Dad and mom tell me how good you've been."

Ginger nodded her head greedily. She was about to become a paragon of virtue at home and her delighted parents wouldn't even dream of asking her how it had happened, they would just be so happy.

Twenty minutes later we saw Ginger onto the bus and waved goodbye to her.

After it had disappeared from view my father turned to me and with a humorous smile on his handsome face.

"I'm thinking our Ginger Snaps will come and visit us for at least another two or three years before she settles down," he said, "We might as well make the most of it."

I nodded my head, smiled in return and with my father headed for the truck to take us back to the farm.