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Ginger

By: KenJames



Ginger is a spice. In American cooking, it is mostly used to add interest to otherwise undistinguished dishes, such as ginger bread or ginger snaps. More enlightened cultures treasure ginger for its medicinal properties, as well as the exotic texture, hotter than paprika, which it imparts to numerous foods. 

Ginger is a girl. In her own way, she is hotter and even more exotic than her namesake.

Appropriately enough, I met her at Central Market, the gourmet supermarket in Austin. Since my taste runs largely to such non-gourmet entrees as pizza, Tex-Mex and frozen dinners, it's a somewhat odd place for me to shop. I go for the beer. So far, I've probably sampled a quarter of the 150 exotic brews they stock.

It was a hot Saturday morning in August. I was pulling out of the parking lot when I saw her at the bus stop. She was facing away from me and I casually admired her butt as I drove past. When she turned around, I recognized her as a Central Market checker. I'd talked, actually flirted, with her several times. The button she wore at work read "Ginger, home town Corpus Christi."

I rolled down the window and called, "Hi Ginger. Would you like a ride?"

It took her a second, then she smiled when she recognized me. "Sure, Ken. I'd love to if it's not out of your way. But I live way down in South Austin."

There was a honk from the car behind me. "That's no problem," I said quickly, "except that I've got a bunch of frozen stuff in the back seat. I can take you home if we stop by my place and put the food away. It's not far."

"Sounds great." Ginger climbed into the passenger seat. "I really appreciate this," she said as I put the car in gear. "My pickup broke down and it's a long bus ride to work."

I admired Ginger as we drove home. There was plenty to admire, since she had swapped her Central Market uniform of loose-fitting green blouse and slacks for tight shorts and a halter top. 

If I had a younger sister, Ginger would have resembled her. She was tall, about 5' 10", and slender, with long muscular legs and small, firm breasts. Her face was striking, rather than conventionally pretty, with slightly rough-hewn Scandinavian features, accented by piercing green eyes. Brown hair with a slight curl reached a few inches below her shoulders. Her skin was lightly tanned, indicating almost total avoidance of the intense Texas sun. A tattoo of a rambling rose, a long green vine with thorns and red rose buds, climbing around her right ankle added an exotic touch to her clean-cut appearance.

When I'd talked to her in Central Market, I'd figured Ginger was nineteen and just starting college. She still looked nineteen, but she was much more mature than a teenager. As we drove, Ginger told me that she'd received an art degree from U. T. Austin two years ago and was now completing her business degree. She was a stained glass artist and had succeeded in selling a few pieces of her work.

I told Ginger about my career as a writer. At this point, I was making a comfortable living writing movie scripts. Half a dozen of my scripts had been sold, although none of the movies had ever been produced. I'd also sold a handful of television scripts, which had been used. Writing short stories for various men's magazines under various pen names also brought in a small but steady stream of cash.

We finally reached my house. Ginger helped me unload the car and looked around the dining room while I put the groceries away. She quickly spotted the Colt calendar on the wall beside the door leading to the garage. "What a beautiful man!" she exclaimed, staring at the photo of the handsome American Indian. "He has such nice muscles and I love the way his long cock is hanging down but starting to curve upwards. He's getting a hard-on." I noticed Ginger was rubbing her breasts with one hand. 

She turned away from the calendar and walked through the kitchen into the den. The lights were off and the shades were drawn, so the illuminated section of the entertainment center on the far wall stood out sharply. "Is this David?" she asked, moving to examine the 18 inch-tall statue in the alcove. "No, of course not," she answered herself. "It's done in a Greek style, but it's modern, rather than a copy. He's got such a pretty little uncircumcised dick!"

I stepped into the den, pausing to switch on the hanging light by the fireplace. Ginger turned to face me. "Ken," she asked, "do you like girls, too?" I answered by kissing her . . . hard.

We'd been making out on the couch for a long time and were mostly undressed when Ginger suddenly asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I removed her left nipple from my mouth and looked up at her face. Her lips were slightly parted and she was breathing hard. "Not exactly a boyfriend," I answered. "I have a fuck buddy named Daniel. He comes over every week or two and we have sex. Daniel has a lover and doesn't want me to call him at home."

Ginger had one hand inside my shorts, touching my erection through the thin fabric of my briefs. "Tell me what you did the last time you were with Daniel," she commanded. "Did he fuck you? I like hearing about boys getting fucked."

"The last time was a couple of weeks ago. It wasn't very good. Daniel was in sort of a hurry. He just had me lie down on my stomach and jammed his dick up my ass. He came real quickly."

"That doesn't sound like much fun," Ginger commented. "Did you come too?"

"Yeah, from my cock rubbing against the sheets. It was all right, but not as good as it usually is. Daniel usually prefers to get fucked, anyway"

Ginger was running one finger over the head of my penis, which had escaped from the confines of my briefs and was leaking seminal fluid. She guided my hand between her spread thighs. Her panties were moist. "Tell me about one of the times when it was really good." Her voice was husky.

"Daniel likes to get warmed up by watching a gay porn video and drinking a beer. We keep our clothes on and don't touch ourselves or each other. He usually fast forwards through the non-sexual parts and sometimes through the blow jobs. He likes to watch the fucking. I think the anticipation turns him on."

"Do you like that too?" Ginger asked, stroking her breasts with her free hand.

I paused for an indeterminate amount of time while I kissed her throat and licked her ear. "It's OK, I guess," I finally answered. "I really like watching porn while I'm jacking off by myself, but when I'm with another person, I want to concentrate on him. Or her," I added hastily. "With Daniel, the videos just delay getting to the fun part. Still, they get him really hot, so I can't complain."

"When Daniel finally finishes his beer and we've watched several full sex scenes," I continued, "we go into the bedroom, strip and get in bed."

"That's what we did the time before last. We French-kissed for a while and then I started licking his ears and neck. Our cocks were both hard by that time and we sort of rubbed them against each other's bellies. Daniel was on his back under me and I worked my way down the front of his body. I sucked his nipples for quite a while. They didn't get big and hard like yours, but his dick got even stiffer than it had been."

"I finally reached Daniel's crotch. I passed over his penis without touching it and started sucking his nuts. After a while, I had both of his balls in my mouth and I was licking and sucking them. When Daniel was really excited, I moved so I was kneeling over him with my dick in front of his mouth."

"Daniel doesn't usually suck cock, but this was an exception. He took my joint in his mouth and worked on it until I was on the brink of climax. I wasn't ready for that, so I pulled away and started sucking him off. While I was doing that, I greased my finger and stuck it up his asshole. As soon as his anal muscles were relaxed, I greased my penis and stuck it up his butt."

Ginger had been reclining on the couch with my body partially over hers. While I was talking, she pushed me away, so I was sitting in an upright position. Then she climbed on top of me with her thighs straddling my legs.

She interrupted the story by pressing her lips against mine and sticking her tongue into my mouth. Her breasts were flattened against my chest and her crotch was pressing against my erect member. I was starting to enter her through the thin slick fabric covering her loins. I'd heard that Elvis had liked fucking young virginal-looking girls through their white panties. The idea of doing that sort of turned me off, so I was pleased when Ginger interrupted our long kiss to lift her body slightly and gasp "Tear them off me."

I gripped the waistband with both hands and pulled. The flimsy material was surprisingly strong, but I was finally rewarded with a sudden tearing sound. Ginger gave a squeal of excitement as the thin curtain separating our genitals was ripped away. An instant later, she lowered her pudenda, firmly spiking herself on my stiff rod. I almost ejaculated during that first second of full penetration.

Ginger's eyes were closed and she moaned orgasmically as she slid down my pole. When she opened her eyes again, they weren't quite focused. She was breathing hard and her vaginal muscles were gripping me tightly. "Tell me about fucking Daniel," she ordered.

It took a few seconds to gather my thoughts. "Daniel was lying on his back. He folded his knees against his chest and lifted his butt up into the air. I put my cock head into position and pushed. He was really tight and I felt like I was going to come as I entered him. After my first few strokes, his muscles had relaxed and orgasm seemed less imminent."

Ginger was grinding her hips slowly, moving her vulva up and down around my penis. "After a while," I continued, "I pulled out and rolled over onto my back. Daniel climbed on top of me and sat on my dick. He stayed on top of me for a long time, moving his butt up and down while I rubbed his arm muscles and caressed his nipples. He's really muscular, so he's fun to feel."

While I was speaking, I realized that Ginger and I were recreating the scene I was describing almost exactly. She was on top, riding my cock while my hands wandered over her body, gripping her rolling buttocks and fondling her breasts. I was also aware that my story was increasing our natural excitement.

"After a while, Daniel stopped moving his butt. He continued kneeling over me so I could fuck him from below. We were on my water bed, so it was easy for me to keep thrusting with a good rhythm. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started jacking him off. Suddenly, he screamed and shot a big load onto my chest and belly."

Ginger was moaning as if she was experiencing continuous orgasms and I was rapidly approaching my own climax. "I usually come inside Daniel and the sensation of my juice squirting up his asshole sets him off. This time I pulled out, rolled him onto his back, climbed on top of him, smeared his own come all over my dick, and jacked off until I sprayed my own cream all over his chest and face."

Sensing how close I was, Ginger pulled away and moved to a position where her knees were on the floor and her elbows were on the couch. I sat still, admiring the new view and waiting for the urgent throbbing in my penis to recede. After a minute, I was back in control and moved behind her, kneeling between her legs.

I put my hands around her waist, then slid them up to fondle her breasts. "This reminds me of another time I got fucked," I said. "This one was really good."

"It was with a guy named Andrew. We were watching a video and jacking off. I got on my hands and knees in front of the TV and he moved behind me." I was positioning my cock as I spoke. "Andrew's cock was really long and hard and he slid it slowly up my butt until his whole length was inside me. After a while, I could feel his balls pressing against my asshole, sort of like the way mine are pressing against your pussy lips, now. Then, he started sliding his big dick in and out of my hole real slowly, like I'm doing now." 

I stopped talking for a while and concentrated on the sensations in my groin. Ginger was moaning beneath me. "Andrew had his hands on my tits and he was gently pinching my nipples," I resumed. "His thrusts were gradually getting faster. He eventually moved his hands to grip my waist for support. Now, he was really slamming into me." I was gasping now, hardly able to talk. "Suddenly, he started screaming rhythmically. With each scream, he pulled his cock almost out of my asshole, then rammed his full length up my ass. With each thrust, I could feel another jet of hot semen splashing against my anal walls. He rammed me over and over." I started screaming rhythmically.

The dam broke. Ginger screamed as waves of lava-hot semen flooded her pussy. With each spurt, I hammered her as if I were attempting to thrust completely through her body. Finally, I collapsed on top of her. I could feel both our hearts pounding.

I worked my hands under Ginger's chest so I was cupping her breasts and feeling the hardness of her erect nipples against my palms.

"Don't move," Ginger moaned. "I want to keep your cock in my cunt as long as possible. The way it fills me up feels so good. Feeling you spraying all that hot juice inside me was wonderful. It was just like you and Andrew."

"You're an unusual man," Ginger continued. "I haven't come like that in a long time. You fucked me so good and those stories pushed me right over the edge. How do you do it? Most men can hardly talk when they're that close."

"I guess it's because I'm a writer. We do it with words."

Ginger laughed and tightened her muscles around my tool. "You did it with a lot more than words."

"Ken," Ginger purred a few minutes later, "It's amazing that you're still so hard. Does that mean we could . . . do it again? Right now?"

"I think so," I replied as my rod grew even stiffer. "Let's go into the bedroom and find out."

It was late afternoon when I woke up. I was naked, lying on my back. Ginger was sleeping beside me on the bed. Her head was resting on my shoulder and her hair was flowing over my chest.

We had made a game of staying plugged together while we moved to the bedroom and climbed into bed. Getting over the padded side rails of the waterbed was the biggest challenge. With Ginger on her back and me lying between her spread thighs, we made love for almost an hour. I fucked her with long slow strokes while describing how, at age thirteen, I lost my virginity to a twelve-year old boy and finally had sex with a girl when I was twenty. In response, Ginger related several of her early sexual experiences with girls and boys. During the whole period, my tension had slowly but steadily increased. Ginger finally stuck her finger up my asshole and stimulated me until I exploded inside her hot cunt.

I lay there, enjoying Ginger's warm softness against my body and wondering what had awakened me. Then I heard it. "Ding . . . Clank!" 

Ginger lifted her head. "What's that?" she muttered.

"It's just the doorbell," I answered. "I really need to replace the damn thing."

The sound came again. "Ding . . . Clank!" I decided to ignore it, but the person outside was persistent. The doorbell rang several more times. 

"I'll get rid of them," I told Ginger as I got a pair of shorts out of the chest of drawers and put them on. "Don't bother getting up."

The bell rang again as I crossed the living room. The suspicion that had been growing in the back of my mind was confirmed when I opened the door. Daniel was standing there on the porch. "I knew you were home," he said as I unlocked the security bars and let him in. He was a handsome Hispanic man in his mid-twenties, 5'8" tall, slender, with jet black hair brushed straight back.

"Yeah, I've sort of got . . . company," I said. That's when he plastered himself against me and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

After a while, Daniel pulled away slightly and looked up into my eyes. He's a few inches shorter than I am, but more muscular. "You know I'm not jealous," he said. "Maybe your company would like to play with both of us." He broke away and walked into the den.

Daniel stopped in surprise when he saw the feminine garments, including the halter top and torn panties, scattered around the den. "Hey man, I didn't know you were into drag queens," he whispered as he looked around the room. 

"This really isn't a good time . . ." I began.

"Hi. You must be Daniel." We both turned around. Ginger was standing in the hall with a warm smile on her face. She was wearing one of my T-shirts. The thin white fabric was molded to her nipples and the dark brown flesh of her areolas was faintly visible through the cloth. The shirt extended a few, VERY few, inches below her crotch, and rode up as Ginger walked over to Daniel and put her hands on his hips. "Would you like to play, Daniel?" she asked. "I would and Ken would too," she continued after glancing at the bulge growing in my shorts.

"Well, I don't know. I've never done anything like this before." Daniel stopped speaking when I moved behind him and pressed my erection against his butt. "I guess it might be all right." Ginger took Daniel's hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.

It only took a second for me to drop my shorts and for Ginger to shed my T-shirt. She put a lip lock on Daniel while I started removing his shoes, socks, pants and shorts. Later, Ginger told me that Daniel started to pull away when she tried to slip her tongue into his mouth, but she held on until he relaxed and started warming up.

Eventually I had Daniel stripped. Ginger dropped to her knees and pulled us into a position where she could suck both our dicks at once. I was already hard and Daniel stiffened as soon as my rod touched his. We kissed for a long time while Ginger's hot mouth stimulated our tools and her hands caressed our balls.

Ginger stood up. "Men sure have convenient handles," she commented as she guided us to the bed. She laid on her back and had Daniel kneel, straddling her shoulders.

Daniel's erection had softened slightly. Ginger sucked him back to full hardness while I caressed his balls and fingered his asshole. Then she stretched out on her back in front of him with her legs spread. He moved between her thighs and positioned himself to enter her. When his rod touched the lips of her pussy, he suddenly went limp.

"I'm sorry Ginger," he sighed. "I'm just not into girls."

"That's OK Daniel," she replied softly. "Why don't you pretend I'm a boy?" she asked, turning over and sticking her butt up in the air.

Daniel laughed nervously. "You're an unusual lady," he said as he gazed at the twin holes positioned in front of his crotch.

Ginger looked over her shoulder at Daniel while rhythmically flexing her buttocks. "You like poking boys, don't you Daniel?" she purred. He nodded. "My asshole is really hot and tight," Ginger continued. "I'm all ready for you if you want it." She put her face down on the bed and reached back to spread her cheeks. 

"I don't know," Daniel mumbled. "This is kind of kinky." His cock was stiffening again as he stared at Ginger's open butt-hole. I squirted lube onto the palm of my hand and reached around his body to grease his pole. A few seconds later, he was pressing the head of his rock-hard cock between her buttocks.

Ginger gasped as Daniel slid his full length into her. It was an expression of surprise and pleasure rather than pain. "Oh yeah baby," she moaned. "Fuck my ass. Give it to me real good." Daniel gripped her by the waist and started thrusting wildly. Ginger loved it. 

"Ram your cock up my butt, Baby," she screamed, after Daniel had been jamming her for a few minutes. "It feels so good. Come on! Do it harder and faster! I love it! Am I as tight as the other boys you've fucked?"

"This is great," Daniel gasped. "You've got the hottest, tightest asshole I've ever been in. The way you're gripping my pole . . . Oh God! I'm getting close!"


Ginger



"Not too fast, Baby," Ginger said. "I want to make this last. Stop for a minute and get on your back. I want to ride you for a while." She climbed on top of Daniel and sat on his dick. She positioned herself so she was facing away from him, allowing Daniel to watch his tool sliding in and out of her buttocks.

Ginger winked at me and I instantly realized what she had in mind. I straddled Daniel's legs and thrust my stiff pecker into her open snatch. The sensations carried me away. I'd never experienced anything like this. My hands fondled Ginger's bouncing breasts and rock-hard nipples while I held my body still. Ginger's up-and-down motion riding Daniel's rod caused her vaginal muscles to caress my shaft as it slid in and out of her pussy. In addition to the other sensations, I could feel Daniel's cock sliding just outside Ginger's vaginal walls.

Soon, Ginger was screaming continuously, obviously in the grip of multiple orgasms. She was looking at me, but her eyes weren't quite focused. I could feel my own tension rapidly building toward climax. 

Suddenly, Daniel's screams joined Ginger's and his thrusts increased in speed and violence. "Oh yes!" she moaned. "Shoot that hot load up my ass, Daniel!" An instant later, she added "And Ken's man-juice flooding my pussy. It feels so good. You both feel so good . . ." 

When we were all spent, Ginger suddenly went limp. I caught her as she slumped forward. She was breathing steadily and I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. My cock slipped free as I lifted her off Daniel's tool and laid her beside him on the bed. Daniel tried to move away from her, but I had already collapsed at his other side. I fell asleep within seconds.

It was night when I woke up again. I got up, taking care not to disturb the others, and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I left the light on, softly illuminating the bedroom. Daniel was snoring softly. Ginger was on her side with her body pressed against his. Daniel's free hand was resting on her exposed breast. 

Ginger opened her eyes and smiled up at me. One of her hands was resting on Daniel's stomach, gradually sliding down toward his genitals. His snoring stopped when her hand closed around his manhood and began gently stroking him. He kept his eyes closed while Ginger slowly stimulated him to full erection. Daniel's hand jerked away from the soft fullness of Ginger's breast when he realized what he was touching. After a few seconds, he allowed it to settle back into place. 

When Daniel was sufficiently stiff, Ginger smeared his pecker with lubricant and rolled onto her back, pulling Daniel on top of her. She stuck her butt up in the air and guided Daniel's member toward her open hole. "Come on Daniel," she whispered. "Fuck my asshole again."

Daniel entered her, while still keeping his eyes tightly closed. After a few strokes, he grabbed Ginger's ankles and pulled them up and out, so her legs formed a big "V" in the air. My cock stiffened rapidly as I watched Daniel plow Ginger's butt. After a few moments, the tension in my crotch became unbearable and I climbed onto the bouncing bed. Ginger grabbed my penis and guided it toward her face. Bent over her body, I started eating her pussy while she sucked my dick. 

Soon, Ginger was convulsing under me and I could feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly. Suddenly, Daniel pulled his penis out of Ginger and moved away. I thought he'd lost his erection again, but when I looked up I could see that he was still rock hard. A moment later, I understood what he had in mind when I felt the head of his cock opening my anus. 

Ginger removed my throbbing pecker from her mouth. "Oh yeah, Daniel!" she exclaimed. "Stuff your big fat dick up Ken's tight little butthole. I want to see you fuck his ass good and hard."

Daniel complied eagerly, fiercely ramming his tool into me. Ginger fondled our balls as she watched Daniel's piston thrusts from below. At one point, she pressed her breasts together, trapping my penis. She released me just before I creamed between those fleshy mounds and worked her index finger between Daniel's pumping buttocks.

"Fuck me now, Ken," Daniel begged. "I really need your cock up my asshole."

"Do it Ken," Ginger commanded, kneeling on the bed and sticking her butt up in the air. "But Daniel has to fuck my ass while you do it." An instant later, Daniel was plugged in. 

I moved behind Daniel, greased my pole and stuck it into his crack. After an instant of resistance, my entire length was inside him and my balls were pressed against his buttocks. It only took a few seconds to synchronize our pelvic motions and we started our steady climb toward orgasm.

I came first (actually second - Ginger had several orgasms before I ejaculated). The feeling of my jets of come filling his asshole triggered Daniel and he shot his own load up Ginger's butt.

Daniel got up, dashed into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower. He emerged about two minutes later, dressed quickly, muttered "Goodbye," and left. 

Ginger and I were still tangled on the bed. "That was fast," she remarked.

"Yeah. I think he's late getting home to his lover," I replied. "Or maybe he's just freaked out. I don't think he's ever been with a girl before"

We took a long shower together. The water was cool but we were hot. I'd been soaping Ginger's breasts for about ten minutes while she washed my genitals. She murmured, "Something's getting big down here. Does that mean . . .?"

"It's just a reflex," I answered, feeling a wave of warm drowsiness washing over me. "Don't even think about it."

"OK." Ginger was smiling. "We'll wait until morning."

We were still damp when we fell into bed. My last fuzzy impression was the pressure of Ginger's breasts against my side as she fell asleep with her head pillowed on my arm. 

When I woke up, the red light of dawn was gently illuminating the room. I was on my back and Ginger was kneeling over me, slowly lowering herself onto my already-erect penis. I reached up to stroke her breasts and she bent down to kiss me. . .

That happened almost a year ago. Two months later, Ginger moved in. After I taught her how to use a structured drawing program on my computer, she rapidly surpassed my minimal artistic abilities and now designs her projects on her own computer. I sold another script and Ginger got a commission to create an entire wall of stained glass for a large room in a new house. We used the proceeds to build her a studio in the back yard. 

Ginger needed the space for the project, a breathtakingly beautiful image from Yosemite Park; towering cliffs framing a multi-tiered waterfall. It's almost complete, 24 feet wide and 15 feet high, containing over 2000 pieces of glass. Even on the floor in sections, it's awe-inspiring. Soon, Ginger will take it to the home the architect has prepared, where its textures and hues will change constantly with the sun's motion. At night, an artificial sun will continue to illuminate it. I'll miss it.

We still both bring boys and girls home, mostly boys. Sometimes we share, sometimes we don't. It depends on the individual and on our own moods.

Last night, the doorbell rang. I was locked in my office and ignored it. Neither Ginger nor I like to be disturbed when we're on a creative roll. 

An hour later, I finished and went into the den, planning to roll a rare joint to celebrate. Ginger was curled up on the couch, practically purring. She was wearing one of my tee-shirts and smelled faintly of sweat and sex. "Daniel just left," she said, smiling up at me.

I cupped my hands over her breasts, feeling rock hard nipples against my palms. "Tell me about it."

"That's what I've been waiting to do," she replied. "Let's go into the bedroom first."

One of Ginger's projects was "adding a heterosexual component to Daniel's sexuality" (her phrase). She approached all her projects with an unswerving determination that I greatly admired, although I occasionally found her intensity frightening.

"It worked," she announced as we started making love. "I told Daniel you were busy and he let me take him to bed. We left the lights on. He got all excited kissing me and licking my breasts. He gave me really good head, fucked me face to face for a long time and finally came inside my pussy. He was wonderful."

"Will I ever get him again or have you spoiled him for boys?" I asked, laughing. 

"That's not likely to be a problem," she answered, reaching around to tickle a strategic spot. "When we were finished, he said he wanted to do it exactly the same next time, except with your cock up his ass."

After that, we had better things to do than talk. Later, as I held her, she whispered, "And what were you working on tonight?"

"I pitched a sitcom idea to that HBO producer I've been working with and he's paying me to write a treatment. It's about a bisexual male writer and a bisexual female artist who live together and have various friends and lovers . . ."

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Copyright (c) 2003 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

Please feel free to contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.



Ginger



We have met only once but you have realised I need a firm hand, you realise I will not let go unless I am made to. You tell me you will arrive at mine some time from 9pm onwards, you tell me I must be ready for you, that I must be on all fours ready to take your cock in any of my three fuck holes. You tell me if you decide to call into a friends on the way that is your choice and that you might not get to mine till 10 or later but I won't know so I must be ready and waiting from 9.

At 8.50 you send me a text message stating I have 10mins and I must drink 5pints of water then get ready for your arrival...I do as instructed drink the water and I climb onto my bed on all fours and wait...I look at the clock and the time is 8.59pm I made it, I didn't think I would, I'd had a busy day, as I watch each minute tick over, each feeling like an hour I start to imagine how our night will go. 

My 1st question is why you had me drink the water...you probably don't want me to dehydrate or something I thought....my mind starts to wonder about where you might chose to put your cock 1st. Will you feed me the cum I crave, will your fuck my face and allow me to drink your cum...oh god I hope so. But saying that you forbid me to play all day and my cunt aches to be touched, will you relieve that ache? Will you come into the room see me on all fours and ram your cock deep into my wanting cunt...Mmmm the thought has me so excited. or will you have no thought for my needs and will you just take my ass plunging to the depths of my darkest desires, that taboo area I love to have used....

I look at the clock it is 9.45 I have spend 45 mins thinking about how the night will go and I start to feel an urgency...no not that sexual urgency to be filled and used, I have felt that all day, this is an urgency to use the bathroom, that water has made it's way to my bladder and god do I need to piss. I do hope you arrive soon I do hope you cum quickly, wherever you chose to cum, so I can beg permission to use the bathroom...oh god I do hope I can wait, should I just go, you would never know...but what if you arrive and I am not on all fours. My punishment would be severe. I can wait, I am sure of it...

The red numbers on the clock change again it is now 9.50 and I hear the door open...you are here, oh thank god for your arrival, I know I am not to speak to you till you have spoken to me so I remain quiet and in position. You must notice the expression on my face, the quiver of my legs as I try to hold on to the water. What are you doing?...you are just standing there I need to go to the bathroom god sir please take of your pants fuck me and let me go to the bathroom, I remain silent only wishing for your speed.

Finally you drop your pants and aim your cock at my mouth...oh god no not there I cant hold any more fluid...but being the dutiful slave I am I open my mouth and engulf your cock, you place a hand either side of my head and start to fuck my face slowly at 1st inching you hard cock in my mouth a little at a time but once you get about half way your discipline gives way to animal instinct and you stop being slow. You grab my hair in each of your fists and start to fuck my face like a wild man, your cock keeps hitting the back of my throat and I am gagging uncontrollably you know you need to back off else I will be sick so you slow your pace for a second or two so I can catch my breath then you start again. I am sure this had gone on for hours. It feels like an eternity but I know it's probably only been 5min but my urge for the bathroom has increased 10fold.

Finally you say it, the words I so desperately need to hear..."I'm Cumming, don't you miss a drop, my little cum whore" and you fill my mouth with your hot creamy cum it runs down my throat god it tastes fantastic a taste I have craved since I gave my 1st blowjob when I was 15.

You pull out my mouth cup my chin with your hand and raise my head so I can look at you...you smile tell me what a good slut I have been and ask me how I feel...that is my cue I know now I can talk..

"hello sir, thank you for feeding me your cum this evening, thank you for using my mouth as it is yours to use....I am feeling very well although I have a strong urgency to urinate sir... may I be excused?"

You smile and put your fingers at the entrance to my cunt and tell me to let go you tell me to relieve that need...I explain to you I can't, I need to go so bad but can't do it in front of you! You move you mouth to my ear and whisper to me...

"Are you disobeying slut? You know the penalty for not doing as you are told, the only words I want to hear come from your mouth is yes, thankyou and sir. You are to do as I say, you will do whatever I tell you to do because you have given yourself to me... so when I tell you to piss you fucking well piss,do you understand? now I will tell u one more time....let go of that need slut...piss for me your master"

Oh god I want to curl up in shame, doing this is so wrong and so dirty, but it gets me so hot and you know it, you know I like to be made to do things I wouldn't normally do. You know it gets me off...and it does so I let go, as you told me I must, and I feel the warmth of my piss escaping me while you finger my cunt. I am not sure which feels best, your fingers working my clit or the relief I am getting from finally relieving myself. I hadn't noticed at the time as I was on all fours and you were behind me but you had grabbed the glass from the bedside cabinet when you were whispering to me and you had placed it under me

You tell me I am a good girl, tell me I have pleased you and a smile covers my blushing face. You tell me to sit on the bed and relax for a moment I have been on all fours in that position for sometime.

I get comfortable and you hand me a glass, I take it looking a little puzzled at the contents. The glass feels warm...this isn't apple juice! You tell me to drink, as I raise the glass to my lips I realise the glass is the one from the bedside cabinet that was only minutes ago empty. I twist my face knowing what you expect of me. you look at me sternly and ask if I have a problem. I know better than to disobey again and raise the glass to my lips and drink the warm fluid from the glass. You smile and tell me next time I drink piss it will be straight from your cock.

You put the empty glass to one side and have me lie on my back you tie my hands above my head to the bed spread my legs and slide your cock deep into my pussy. Fucking me with long deep thrusts giving me a release i've needed all day..... 



Ginger



She quietly stood by the window watching the cars pass by on the rainy street. It was dark already. She was waiting for her master to come home from work. Her mind was beginning to wander when she heard the soft click of the door opening behind her.

"Don't turn around my pet," he said softly. 

She could feel the excitement welling up inside her. She closed her eyes and smiled as he walked up behind her. In his hand he held a black piece of cloth. Slowly he raised the cloth above her head and slipped it over her eyes tying is snugly in back. She tried to lift her hands to feel the fabric but he grabbed on to them and gently held them in place. He gradually moved his hands up her arms and over her shoulders turning her to face him. One hand remained on her neck the other on her cheek. He kissed her forehead, between her eyebrows, the tip of her nose and finally her lips. She returned the kiss sucking on his tongue and gently biting his lip. He didn't allow her to kiss him for long and pulled back knowing that she wanted more. He held her hand and slowly led her towards the front door. When she heard the familiar click of the door again she paused.

"Master, I am in my nightgown," she whispered.

"Trust me." 

The tone of voice he used calmed her. She relaxed. She did trust him. He started moving again leading her to the passenger side door of the car. He opened the door and helped her inside. She buckled up as he walked around the front of the car and got in on the drivers side. He turned the key and started the ignition. 

They drove for about 10 minutes. Because of the blindfold she was acutely aware of the sound of the purring engine, the cars passing by on either side of them, and her masters breathing. She felt every bump and every movement. She was sensitive to everything around her. Suddenly the car stopped. She heard him turn of the car, unbuckle his seatbelt, and open the door. She quickly unbuckled her own as he walked around and opened the passenger door. She held out her hand and he took hold of it guiding her out of the car. He closed the door and they headed up onto the sidewalk.

"Step," he warned when they reached the curb.

He guided her into a building. She could sense that they were walking through a lobby of some sort. She could feel people staring at her. Remembering that she was in her nightgown she curled inward ever so slightly.

"It's ok my dear," he said knowing how uncomfortable she felt. 

His gentle hand on the small of her back was reassuring. He directed her into an elevator pressing the button for the 6th floor. At the fourth floor another couple joined them. He moved her aside to allow room for the new passengers. At the 6th floor they got off and he led her to a room not too far down the hall. She heard the door open and he gently pushed her inside. The strong scent of vanilla hit her immediately. 

She entered the room and he moved her so that her back was to the bed. Her hands rested at her side waiting for his next move. She could hear him undressing in the corner of the room and the padding of his bare feet as he walked back towards her. He stood there, not touching her, barely breathing, letting the anticipation grow. She could wait no longer; she started to reach out for him.

"No," he said firmly. She retracted, quickly putting her hand back at her side. He let her stay there for another minute then reached under the nightgown and began massaging her most intimate parts. She gasped. He continued to gently massage her until he could feel the juices building up. Her head lolled back and forth as her excitement grew. Then he stopped and pulled his hand away. She was disappointed but knew that something better would come soon enough. He placed his finger on her lips. It was still covered in her juices. 

"Lick it clean my darling," he said. And she did very eagerly. He wiggled his finger inside her mouth tickling her tongue. She smiled and let out a little giggle. "That's a good girl," he praised.

He removed his fingers and placed his hands on her thighs moving them up slowly bringing the silky material with them. He held on to it and pulled it over her head as she lifted her arms. Now she stood completely naked. She felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. 

The air was cool and her nipples hardened. He noticed and started teasing them, rubbing them between his index finger and thumb. One of his hands moved up to support her back as he kissed her neck and gently pushed her onto the bed. His kisses and caresses traveled down her body. Her skin tingled, her breathing slowed, she turned her head to the side and opened her mouth letting out a quiet breath of air. Finally he reached his destination and hovered above it. She could feel her pubic hairs stirring under his breath. He moved a little lower and touched his tongue to her slit. Oh the feeling was magnificent. He started licking and lapping. He teased her with varying speeds and strengths. Finally he moved his way to her clit and sucked on it. She moaned and writhed under his touch. She was about to cum. She begged him.

"Please master, please can I cum now?"

"No, my pet, don't you cum. Not now," he warned. 

She held herself back as the pressure increased. He stopped and moved away leaving her panting on the bed. Taking her hand he helped her sit up and turn around so that she was kneeling on the bed.

"Rest your head on the pillow he said." She obediently followed his directions. Her ass was in the air with her cheeks spread. What was he doing? She could hear him behind her retrieving something from a drawer. Then she felt him open up her cheeks as something cold and wet touched her anus. He didn't leave it there long but slowly pushed it inside her. Her ass unwillingly opened up to the intruder. It didn't fill her up much and it wasn't very long. She didn't know what it was. Then suddenly the burning began. She gasped as it intensified. She started to lift her head.

"Stay down," he said firmly and she placed her head back on the pillow.

All senses were lost except for feeling. All she could focus on was the searing pain in her rear. She was writhing and panting, tears streaming down her face. After what seemed like a lifetime the pain began to subside some. Her master walked up to her grabbing hold of the knob that had been the source of her pain. He gave a light tug and the pain increased again. She hissed. Suddenly she could feel him adding lube to her burning hole. It was cool and eased the burning sensation a bit. He helped her to the end of the bed so that she was bent over it. He grabbed onto her hips and placed the tip of his hard cock to her anus. Slowly he pushed himself inside. He had been training her for this, using bigger and bigger objects to stretch her out. He started out slowly then increased his speed. The burning sensation returned. She was on fire. Her juices were now dripping down the inside of her thighs. He pounded harder and faster his climax drawing near. 

"If you want you may touch yourself," he panted.

She reached her hand down and began pinching and rubbing her swollen and increasingly sensitive clit. That was too much for her. She could barely control herself.

"Master, may I cum now? Please sir" She begged.

"Yes, cum for me my pet," he howled. She threw her head back and cried out, both of them having an earth shattering orgasm together. She moaned and breathed in sharply. He stopped and removed his penis letting his cum drip out of the still burning asshole. He sat down next to her on the bed as she collapsed. He removed her blindfold and moved the hair from her eyes. 

"Do you want a taste?" he asked.

"Please."

She moved between his legs and licked his cock clean sucking out all the juice. She looked up at him with affection as she teased the head. " No teasing," he said removing the penis from her mouth. She laid her head in his lap as he played with her hair.

"Master, can I give you oral next time?" 

"Yes."

"What did you put in me that hurt so much?" Her attention brought to the lingering pain.

"Ginger." 



Ginger



I was a typical twenty-year old girl on an early June Saturday morning. I was in my bed masturbating. 

My new stepmother, Ginger, rapped on my door and came in. I managed to mostly cover up but I knew I had most of a tit out and that she could likely tell I had a hand on my pussy.

She asked me if I would be coming down for breakfast and I said "No" in a somewhat irritated fashion. She began to retreat wordlessly but stopped and looked at me. In a flash of understanding she smiled and said, "Sorry," then retreated.

Ginger was Dads third wife and was eight years older than me. I had hated the last one and was not all that fond of Mom but this one was making an effort to be my friend. I decided I needed to treat her better and resumed masturbating.

She and I wore the same sizes and had similar tastes. Neither of us had breasts to show off but we showed off what we had anyway. She was not taken aback when I told her I was a lesbian. Mom and wife number two had been scandalized.

After I got my orgasm I dressed and hurried to the kitchen. I found Ginger drinking coffee at the breakfast table. She gave me a smile and said, "Your breakfast is in the oven."

I smiled back, got my food out and sat to eat next to her. "Where is Dad?"

"On his way to the airport. The honchos at the home office in Chicago called him for a meeting this afternoon. He should be back tomorrow morning".

"Is he in trouble?"

"Unlikely. He is their fair-haired guy. He thinks they are going to approve his expansion proposal. What made you think he might be in trouble?"

"Well, for the second time in three years he married his executive assistant. That is a bit counter to the company's reputed family values."

"His last wife Irene was disliked by many more than just you and me. She convinced your father that he had made her pregnant but by the time he understood it was a lie they were married. A year later when she did become pregnant the vasectomy that he got before they married made it obvious it was not his baby and he divorced her. 

She is now in a paternity battle with her counterpart at our biggest competitor. He is married, so far. They have also accused each other of company espionage. She will come out of this OK unfortunately. Both companies want it to go away and there will be a settlement."

"She will never get another top job," I said.

"No, but she will get a job at some small out of the way company. She will have it better than she deserves. People like her always do."

"I am sad to hear that. How did you and Dad hook up?"

I was Irene's assistant for six months and did all the work for her and she took all the credit. Your Dad knew that and named me as Irene's replacement. I accepted the promotion even knowing your Dad seduced everyone that would allow him to do so. I wanted him from the start but refused to accept his advances. We did not fuck until the honeymoon two years later.

The company suggested that I be replaced as his assistant because of the way his marriage to Irene had turned out. The honchos knew that I was nowhere near like her but it was a carrot to the stockholders. That is why I am again a teacher. I do love your father."

"I did not know all of that about Irene. I did not know you made him wait. I do know he loves showing you off."

"He is crazy doing that. Showing off a small tit, freckled faced, wild haired redhead is counterproductive. He should keep me seven steps behind him." 

As she said that it occurred to me that I was the dirty blonde version of Ginger. Somehow that made me feel better.

She continued, "Irene was a tall, beautiful blonde with nice tits, perfect for him to show off."

I said, "Yes, they did look good together but look how that turned out."

I put my dishes up then walked to her and kissed Ginger's cheek. She seemed to be very surprised and very pleased. It was the first kiss I had given her.

"Third time seems to be the charm," I said as I left the kitchen.

As I got dressed to go to class I wondered if I had dropped my defenses against her too soon. Too late to do anything about it though, she was already my favorite Mom.

I taught my gymnastics class that Saturday morning and prepared to do my usual bumming around at the mall and look for pussy, but by the time I left the gym's parking lot I had changed my mind and drove home. It was eerily quiet in the house but Ginger's car was there so I was sure she was home.

As I walked past the entry to the den I saw her on the loveseat watching TV. She was naked and masturbating while watching one of my lesbian porn movies. She had obviously not expected me back until late in the afternoon, that had been my pattern.

I got there as she was plunging into a big orgasm and did not hear or see me so I stayed by the entry behind her and watched. 

The first thing I noticed was that she masturbated with vigor and had big cums. I also noted that her cums came one after another like cars on a fright train. 

"Dad must love that," I thought.

After the orgasm finished with her she kept playing with her pussy and tits as she concentrated on the movie. She wanted more.

I knew the movie well and knew that in five minutes the best sex scene in it would begin so I went to my room, got naked, and quickly returned to the entry. I was suddenly horny too.

Ginger had resumed masturbating with purpose. I began to masturbate with purpose. I did not last long and stopped after just one orgasm. Ginger was on her umpteenth. 

I returned to my room, got dressed, and then snuck out the door. I could hear that she had rewound the movie back to the climatic scene.

I drove around for a while then called her on my cell phone. I told her that the mall was boring and asked if she would like to join me for lunch. She sounded somewhat out of breath, which surprised me; the movie should have been over by then.

She did say she would be ready by the time I got home from the mall. I did not tell her I was half way there but she was ready when I opened the door.

I was a college senior at our local university and many of my friends would be working the place I drove us to, "The Petals." It had good food, a college crowd of students and professors and a hint of lesbianism in the air; most of the wait staff was lesbian or bi like the owner.

Ginger and I were greeted warmly by a girl whose pussy I had feasted on and were shown to our table by a girl that had semi-regularly feasted on me, Marissa. She was very curious about Ginger so I introduced her as my new Mom. I put my arm around Gingers waist and as I did her elbow clamped down on my arm, holding it in place. She quickly put her arm around my waist so I clamped down on her arm too.

During our over an hour lunch a whole stream of friends came over to meet her. All seemed to be happy for me even though none said so. We both got some hugs on the way out. 

Marissa's hug was as sensual as you can do in a crowded restaurant. She lined our tits up and pressed hers to mine, our bodies were in full contact when she kissed my cheek. She gave Ginger the exact same hug.

As we walked out Ginger giggled and quipped, "It feels great to be wanted."

I laughed and said, "Yes it does."

As I drove away I asked Ginger if she needed to do something that afternoon. She said "No" so I drove us to a miniature golf course.

"I love this place and the people here, especially the one who is the ticket seller on weekends. Her name is Nikki with two K's. Her family is Russian. She is my best friend and most frequent lover although we are not in a relationship. I will ask her to give you her number by the way; she always knows where I am. A warning before we start, I kill at mini-golf. Prepare to be destroyed."

Ginger laughed and said that, "We will see who gets destroyed. I have skills too."

Apparently my friends at the restaurant had called Nikki because after my kiss on the lips she gave Ginger a kiss on the cheek. The crowd did not allow us time to talk so Ginger and I set out to annihilate each other.

Ginger said, "Nikki is gorgeous. Strawberry blonde hair, blue/green eyes, and what looked like yummy breasts. I wish I looked like that. How long have you two known each other?"

"All our lives. We met here when we were both celebrating our fourth birthdays. For the next ten years we celebrated them here. Dad divorced Mom and both basically forgot my birthday but her mother would come and get me and had a cake and presents for me. Her parents divorced, our friends scattered, but Nikki and I are here for every one of our birthdays. She is eight hours and twenty-seven minutes older than me and will remind me of that often."

"Do you think you will end up as life partners?"

"Yes, maybe. I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"Because it was obvious that you love each other madly."

I thought about it for a minute and admitted to myself Ginger was right. "Well, maybe after we are teachers," I said.

We were on our way to hole number ten when we realized we had not scored the previous three. We began to lie to each other on the amazingness of our shots during those holes as we walked into a tunnel. Suddenly Nikki jumped at me from the shadows and gave me a deep loving kiss. Before she ran away she gave Ginger a big kiss on the lips, then vanished.

"She does that every time I am here. We started kissing in this tunnel when we were five. Other than her mother you are the first person she has kissed after she has kissed me."

"I am honored, and turned on," she said with a giggle.

"You are horrendous!" I said and gave her a big kiss right on the lips. She seemed to enjoy that one too.

We talked all the way to the end and not once kept score. As we went past Nikki on the way out Ginger and I stuck our tongues out at her.

"OK. Tonight," she said.

We laughed all the way to the car. I don't think either of us was fully aware that we were holding hands until we walked towards opposite car doors.

As soon as we were on our way I put my hand out for her and she intertwined our fingers together.

"How come I had not met Nikki before?" she asked.

"She has felt very unwanted in my house because my mother and number two thought she had perverted me. Dad pretends to dislike her too although Nikki is a favorite kid. He does wish we were not sex partners."

"They will both learn better soon," Ginger said.

I wondered what she meant by that.

We had just gotten home when her cell phone rang. "Hi baby. Are you on your way back?"

The rest of the conversation was one sided and I could tell it was not good news. I gave her some privacy and went to the kitchen for a coke. I got a Dr. Pepper for Ginger.

She joined me in the den as I looked around for the remote.

"What are you looking for, the remote?"

I nodded yes and she said, "I somehow ended up taking it to the bedroom with me. I'll go get it."

I smiled assuming her orgasms had gotten her a bit frazzled but said nothing. I decided to get more comfortable and left the den with her. I returned wearing only a t-shirt. That was my usual way of dressing except I had decided to skip the panties, I never wore a bra. Ginger was also wearing a t-shirt, no bra but she was wearing panties. She was telling bye to Dad as she sat with me.

Ginger gave me the remote and said; "Well it will be just you and me for at least a week. Your father is on his way to London to charm what may become the company's biggest client. The company treasurer is going with him. Her name is Nora. Do you know her?"

"Yes, she was here at our branch before. Nice lady. She is British so she is going home."

"How well do she and your father get along?"

"Well, they have fucked if that's what you are asking. They had a fling after Mom left us. I was grateful to her for bringing Dad out of the doldrums. She is mostly a lesbian and has a partner so I doubt they will reconnect. However, although not very likely anything is possible."

"That would have been a good time for you to lie to me. Why didn't you?"

"I decided you needed to know. I respect you. Dad does too and he knows you are the best thing that has ever happened to him. If he does stray it will not be because he does not love you. It will be because he is a horny old man. You have to decide whether you are going to let it slide or not. Either way you will have me."

I gave her a soft, loving kiss. She returned it as given.

She gave me a small smile and turned towards the TV. We held hands most of the time. 

After watching the tail end of a movie I helped Ginger fix the doorbell. She had a wide variety of skills. She had recharged the Freon in the A/C, changed the belt on the washer and a few other things that Irene or Mom would have certainly called for a repairman.

We talked about my plans for that evening and she suggested that since we were going to a club Nikki should spend the night with me.

I called Nikki and told her and she seemed to be very, very pleased, especially when I told her it was Ginger's suggestion. I remembered her big kiss to Ginger that afternoon and became suspicious.

Nikki came over at about seven. She had an overnight bag and her "Come fuck me" outfit on a hanger. She went straight to my bedroom then joined us in the den. She was wearing only a T-shirt that was lifted in the front by her tits high enough for Ginger to see a clean-shaven pussy. I got my usual kiss and grope then she gave Ginger a tongue diving kiss. Ginger did not object, in fact she thanked Nikki.

"Any time and as often as you want." Nikki said and kissed her again. 

As soon as that kiss ended Ginger got up and mumbled something about dinner. Before Ginger was past the entryway Nikki took off her t-shirt, sat on my lap and aimed her tits at my face. I was as always grateful for that.

Nikki and I were naked but just watching TV when Ginger came back to tell us that dinner was ready. She acknowledged our nudity with a smile that said, "It's OK to come eat naked." Nikki and I decided to accept the privilege.

Dinner was great and Nikki and I talked about our plans. Ginger had heard of the lesbian club we were going to that night which surprised me. Nikki asked her to come with us but she just laughed and shook her head no.

"Tell me," Ginger asked. "If one of you gets lucky tonight how do you handle it?"

"We share. We are good sandwich makers."

"If she does not want a threesome then what?"

"We say thank you and find someone who does. We do look for couples that want to play first. Single girls that want to be a sandwich filling normally come to us."

"Where do you go?"

"Parking lot most of the time. Their apartment sometimes."

"Naked girls in a parking lot are asking for trouble."

"Nikki drives an SUV with heavily tinted windows. You cannot see into the back even with a flashlight. There is female security in the parking area. She was our first conquest."

"Still it is dangerous. Bring her or them here tonight if they don't have a place. While your father is away feel free to do that. I will stay out of your way."

Nikki and I shouted and overwhelmed her with kisses. Nikki may have taken advantage with Ginger's tits and ass but there was no complaint.

We soon were showering and prepping ourselves. Before we went out Nikki and I presented ourselves to Ginger and got big seals of approval. We kissed her back and out we went.

Before we got halfway to the club Nikki decided that her conquest for the night was going to be Ginger. She asked me what were her chances of success and I said eighty percent or better. I pointed out that every advance she had made to Ginger had been gladly accepted.

I also related what I had seen Ginger do that morning and as soon as I had finished my story she turned the car around and headed for home.

"I don't know about this, she is my step-mom."

"You fucked my Mom."

"You gave me to her as a Christmas present and she fucked me."

"You have not stopped fucking her."

She had me there and in fact the last pussy I had that was not Nikki's was her Mom.

"Anyway you have known my Mom all your life and you have known Ginger just six months so you do not have to fuck Ginger"

That made no sense at all to me but decided to allow her wish. "OK. Go to her first then come to my bed and take care of me."

"Deal."

We found Ginger in the den naked and masturbating to the same DVD she had watched that morning. Nikki just rushed to her, took her hand off her pussy and dove in. Ginger groaned and allowed Nikki to have all of her.

I undressed Nikki then went to my room. I undressed too but I knew I was too horny to get in bed so I went to the kitchen and poured myself a big glass of wine. I did notice that although the movie was still playing they were no longer in the den. I left it on thinking they would return and continued to my room. I went to my stash of DVD's with the intention of watching one on the computer.

My favorite DVD was in the stash. Ginger had her own copy.

I put it in the disk drive and fast-forwarded to my favorite scene. I tried not to attack my pussy because I knew Nikki would but I could not help myself. I was on the third replay of the scene when Nikki came in and devoured my pussy.

I exploded into flames and several moments later I heard a moan from Ginger's bedroom. The moan was Nikki's.

After sending me to heaven-and/or-hell she had returned to Ginger. I wondered for how long I had been out.

A few minutes later Nikki staggered into my room and straddled my head. I bit her pussy lips and punctured her clit with my tongue. Nikki burst into a long drawn out moan and turned to jelly. Her body flowed down over mine until her big tits swallowed my not so big tits and we fell asleep. Sometime later Ginger must have come in and turned off my bed lamp. I know neither Nikki nor I had done so

The next morning I awoke when Ginger said, "Breakfast will be ready in five minutes. Lets hustle."

She slurped one of Nikki's tits into her mouth then went out the door. Nikki and I managed to pee and brush our teeth and made it to the kitchen just as the naked Ginger was setting down the plates. I was somewhat awed to note the three of us were naked in the kitchen. I loved it.

Before we sat Ginger gave Nikki a long deep kiss while pressing her tits on hers. My kiss was shorter in duration but our respective nipples were making out all through it.

I was nursing my coffee when Ginger asked Nikki if she was working that day.

"Yes at ten."

"It is nine fifteen," Ginger said.

"I know. My uniform is here. One quick shower and I will be ready to go."

"Then lets get in the shower," Ginger said.

I did not follow them and stayed in the kitchen drinking a second cup of coffee. About twenty minutes later Nikki came to me in uniform, took my hand and urged me to stand up. She then gave me the most loving kiss I had ever gotten. She looked into my eyes and said, "I love you. We are partners."

She kissed me again and walked to the door. I followed her and gave her a soft kiss and said, "I love you. We are partners."

As I watched her go to her car she looked at me and said, "You are standing at the door naked for the world to see,"

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes."

"Then I will stay here until you can't see me."

She allowed a soft sob to escape her lips, ran to me and devoured me with her lips, then ran back to her car and was quickly gone.

I went back to the kitchen and joined a freshly showered and still naked Ginger. We refreshed our coffees and sat at the table.

She said, "We need to always sit as we are now. I am left-handed and you are right-handed so we can do this while we drink and eat."

What we were doing was holding hands.

"How much of a lesbian have you been," I asked.

"I am I guess bi-sexual. I was engaged to a guy once but he broke it off when I defended my family's sexual preferences. Most of my extended family is bisexual. In fact I cannot think of one woman in three layers of family that has not eaten pussy. 




Ginger



I had been in a long lesbian period before I moved to the city. After I got here I had some guys now and then or no one at all. I was in a long no one at all stretch when I went to work for your fathers firm. I fell in love with him and until yesterday I had assumed my pussy days were over."

"Are we going to make love?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "I don't know. I am sure it would upset your father. We are sort of making love now. I love the breast to breast naked kisses and I want to continue that."

I looked at her and asked her to follow me to the den. We sat in the loveseat and I turned the DVD player on.

"I thought I had taken that out," she said.

"You did. That is my disk."

She laughed and soon we were watching the movie. I reached for my pussy first but it just seconds for Ginger to reach for hers. We masturbated side by side. We both looked at the film and each other as we did. She had two orgasms before I had mine.

We caught our breath. We held hands.

"I love you," I said.

She turned to me and gave me a deep loving kiss.

"I love you," she said.

We held each other for a while before I asked her, "What did you say to Nikki for her to declare herself to me?"

"I told her that misunderstandings occur from lack of communication. I worried about your reaction to Nikki's and mine hunger for each other. I wanted her to tell you in no uncertain words how she felt towards you. I hope you told her in no uncertain words how you feel about her."

I sighed and said, "I did, I told her in the exact same words she had for me. You were right when you said she and I loved each other madly. And I was a bit jealous when she just jumped at you last night but she did ask me first. I am fine sharing her with you until Dad gets back and will be fine If either of you have the hunger return. I know neither of you will ever hurt me. I had the hunger for Marissa once. Nikki had the hunger for Marissa once. Neither of us was scarred by the episodes."

"Marissa was the Hispanic girl with the nice tits and world class ass? The one that gave us the hug?"

"Yes and I can have her in your bed tonight if you wish."

She laughed and said, "I will consider that, thanks."

"What are your plans for today?'

"Housework."

"How about lunch at Petals and a round of miniature golf instead? We can go for ice cream then come home and watch the movie again."

"Perfect," she said. "Maybe Nikki and Marissa would like to join us. We have cool whip."

I was laughing as I called them.



Ginger



Ginger was sitting on the floor just inside the front door of her home. Ginger was not her real name. She was called Ginger because of her hair, though as she had grown it had darkened and was now a gorgeous dark auburn. Every time she went to get her hair trimmed they commented on it, and she regularly got compliments as she walked down the street.

Ginger was sitting on the floor because she was waiting for her master to come home. He liked it when she was there waiting for him, even more if she'd been there a while and the floor had made her cold or uncomfortable. She had her black studded collar on and was absent-mindedly swinging the leash between her fingers, her hands propped up on her bare knees. Ginger was daydreaming about what the evening was going to hold for her. Would he tie her up? Would he bring his friends over? Would he tell her to dress like a normal wife and take her out on the town? He was always coming up with new and inventive ways to exercise his dominance, and she loved it.

She heard them coming before they even got all the way up the walkway, he had brought a number of his friends with him tonight. She unlocked the door and then kneeled down into position, waiting for him to enter. He hadn't called to tell her not to, so she did it. This was what she was for, to greet him at the door and give him whatever he wanted. She heard his footfalls as he stepped up the two steps to their door and he opened the door without even trying it first, confident that she had done her duty. She was so pleased that he trusted her with this!

Ginger didn't see his expression when he entered, master liked it when she was looking down at her hands planted flat on the floor. Sometimes he stood on one of her fingers if she'd done something recently that displeased him, but he never truly hurt her it was just her punishment for failing. No worse than a spanking would be for a misbehaving child. Today he did not, he came in and took her leash, barely missing a stride as he went into the hallway. Even though she was accustomed to this it was still difficult to go from a kneeling position facing one way to a crawling facing the opposite direction. She made it though and didn't get a yank on her collar. Joy! She was pleasing him today, and that made her very happy.

Because of her stance and her crawling she didn't get to see how many of his friends he had brought with him. She knew there were no more than a dozen or so that knew the details of their relationship, and only about half of that who were willing to participate. She did not try and figure out how many there were, she was focused on keeping up with her master's stride and did not want to disappoint him by making him stop and pull on her chain.

Ginger's master led them into the living room and pointed at a spot in front of the fireplace. "Sit," he commanded, not ungently. Ginger sat, her legs crossed beneath her, her hands on her knees, back straight but still looking at the floor. She knew that he would want her to wait for his command. She'd been his pet for almost two years now and had learned a lot of the rules... she didn't want to even think "all" because there was always more to learn with him, and every day had a very distinct possibility of something completely new.

Ginger's master talked with his friends for a moment and then leaned down to her. When he stroked her cheek her eyes closed and she leaned into his hand. Every soft touch was magic! He lifted her chin and whispered "open" so she could look at him. He met her eyes and smiled. "I have a surprise for you tonight, my pet. A cock quiz, as it were." Ginger smiled, she thought the "cock quiz" instead of "pop quiz" was a very cute play on words. What could it mean, though? Her master kissed her forehead and backed away, letting her see who else was in the room. There were at seven other men there, some were familiar but at least two of them were new. She turned her eyes back up to her master and was met with a pleased expression. He wouldn't want her to not have looked, but he was glad she didn't look for too long. Ginger's master liked it when her attentions were focused on him.

He didn't introduce the men to her. She didn't expect him to. There would be time for talking after, if he chose. He was still holding her leash and tugged on it slightly to get her up on her hands and knees again then led her and his men into their play room. This room was especially built for their more vigorous activities. She sometimes hated this room but she always came back to loving it again before long. He perched her on one of the cushions and went to the cabinets to get a few items. When her master began with a blindfold it did not surprise her. She was starting to figure out what "cock quiz" meant and the only thing she hadn't learned yet was which hole she'd be guessing with. She was slightly disappointed however, they had done this before. It was fun though, so the disappointment wasn't strong.

Ginger's master blindfolded her, put in the ear plugs, handcuffed her hands together with a linking chain to her nipples and cuffed her feet together. She was in a silent, black world. She could feel the air moving around her a little bit, probably meant that someone was moving close to her, around her. She could smell that there were men nearby, half of her senses were blocked so the others were picking up more. Some of them were wearing cologne, others deodorant, at least one was wearing nothing – the pungent smell of sweat was both off-putting and enticing.

Someone came up to her and stuck his thumb into her mouth. She could tell by the taste and the shape that this was not her master's thumb but she sucked on it. He pushed down and she let him open her mouth. She kneeled there for a moment like that. Blind, deaf, immobile, almost naked and with her mouth open. She wondered if they were taking pictures? It didn't matter. A hand came and stroked her cheek, she thought she could recognize her master's hand and smell so when the hand rubbed down over her throat she took it to mean that she was ordered to swallow whatever was to come.

Her master's hand moved further downwards to cup one of her breasts, then he pulled on the nipple clamp until she squeaked, then the hand was gone and the head of a penis was entering her open mouth. She could tell at once that this was not her master's cock, his was longer, thicker and tasted better than this. This, she thought, was the guy with no cologne or deodorant on. Well, better to start with him than end up with him at number five! Luckily he was clean, no link or long strands of hair or pee residue. She thanked her master for making them wash before they started.

This man put his hands into her hair, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, pulling her head to match his movements. He pushed himself further and further down her throat, but because of her master and their exertions she had little to no gag reflex left and was able to take this smaller dick without issue. He eventually pressed himself all the way into her mouth, his balls hitting her chin as he came spasmodically. She swallowed it all, noting the differences in taste, texture and consistency as she did and was even more certain that this was definitely not her master.

And so they came, one after the other. Some larger than, some smaller. Some thicker, some thinner. Some smelled nice, some didn't. She went through eight different blowjobs and didn't feel her master's cock pass her lips or his jizz burn her throat. Her mouth was sore when they were done, all the muscles in her jaw and neck were crying out for a break. Her knees were aching, her back throbbed. The stream finally dried up and she felt a hand on her cheek. Her master's hand. She leaned into him, smiling. 

He took the props out of her ears and asked "Which one was I, my pet?"

"You did not enter my mouth, my master."

"You are correct my pet, and shall be rewarded." Ginger's master kissed her on her forehead and she was pleased. 



Ginger



"Dear Diary,

Why the hell does this girl in my home room keep looking at me? I don't even know her. I don't even know her name, like seriously, she's pissing me off. I understand you might want to look at people sometimes, but damn, this chick needs to just take a picture of me because the constant staring is creeping/pissing me off."

That was my diary entry about a week ago. The day I wrote that, it was my 18th birthday, and now that I think about it, maybe she was just staring at all my balloons and shit.

: Nah, she would stare at me every day since we started this school year, a month ago. It was a very weird look she had though. Sometimes when I could feel her looking at me, I'd look at her and she'd look down or away shyly. That would make me go "aww" in my mind. The day after my birthday when she looked at me, I quickly looked at her. It was too soon for her to turn away, because our eyes met. I noticed how cute she was, so I decided to be nice and smile at her, just a little grin though. This girl gave me a huge smile, and that made me see how even cuter she was... "Omg she's so pretty" I thought. I looked away right after her smile to me, but could still kind of see her from the corner of my eye. She turned to her friend sitting next to her and if I'm not mistaken, she said "Did you see that" really excitedly. They both snickered, and that made me giggle a bit. 

The bell rang, and as I stepped into the hall I saw her standing there as if she was waiting for somebody. I tried not to look at her and walk past.

"Hey" she kind of gasped and grabbed my arm.

"Um hi" was all I could say while looking into her beautiful light brown eyes.

"For the past few weeks I caught myself staring at you. I don't mean to creep you out or anything, so sorry if I did."

She's about 5 foot 5 compared to my 5'1, she had a cute body too. Her body wasn't the typical "hot" body for guys, meaning that her boobs weren't huge D cups, they might've been B's, and she didn't have a big ass or hips. She was skinny, but not too skinny, and she filled out her jeans, but her ass was small. Her body was so cute, and it fit her pretty face and ginger hair.

"Oh um no, you didn't creep me out, it's okay." I bullshitted her with a little grin.

"Yay! Good. My name's Kelly by the way." she reached her hand out for a shake.

I grabbed it awkwardly because nobody did this anymore, but said,

"Sups, I'm Bridget. Thanks for clearing everything up, but I have to go to gym." I said this time with a real smile.

We still had each other's hands, and when I tried to walk away she wouldn't let go. I looked back at her and she was smiling like a crazy person then finally let go. I started walking away still smiling, and she excitedly yelled as if I were far down the hall,

"Wait! Um..."

she paused and walked toward me. "Umm can we sit together in home room tomorrow?" she looked so eager.

I started walking away without answering to make her think she was being denied. I was such a tease. Then I turned my head to look at her and said "Of course we can." Kelly looked very relieved then just smiled and we went our different ways.

By the end of the day all I could think about was Kelly. This was all so strange to me. Why did the girl that stared at me and made me pissed have to turn out to be such a charmer. Ugh, I just couldn't wait for home room the next day.

"Finally, home room" I thought. When I walked in, I went straight to my seat. After all, Kelly was the one who asked if we could sit together, not me. I didn't even notice that she wasn't in the room yet until she walked in as the bell rang. She stopped at her friend and they said a couple of things then she made her way to me.

She looked so pretty that day. She had a tight long sleeved black dress on, a blue jean jacket over it, and a sexy pair of low top cowboy boots on. Her beautiful Ginger hair was out straightened and parted in the middle. Why'd she have to be so pretty? She made me look like shit. I had on a Beanie covering my 18 inch brown hair, no make up on, a loose fitting button up shirt, tight ripped jeans, and my favorite Sperrys. My almost all the time hipster swag. 

When Kelly sat down, I had to tell her that she looked really pretty.

"Aww thanks! And you look..."

I cut her off.

"Like a hipster?"

"I was gonna say cute, but you do look like a hipster" she laughed. "I love the hipster look!" 

"I am a hipster." I chuckled.

"Oh really?" she said amazed. "What makes you one?"

"The way I dress, the way I act and think about things, it's a whole movement, too much to say."

"Do you smoke" Kelly asked. "Weed?"

"Well of course not! That is illegal!" I said sarcastically.

We both laughed and talked a little more. She randomly paused and said,

"You're really cool Bridget"

I looked down at the desk blushing and grinning, then looked back at her and said shyly,

"So are you Kelly." the bell rang and I took charge. "Walk me to class" I basically commanded.

"Haha kay let me go get my paper from Mandy real quick first!" she laughed. Kelly got her paper then came back to me. "Ready? Gym right?" she asked.

"Yup how'd you know, stalking me?" I was totally joking and laughed.

She laughed and said "Deff" then we left the classroom. Our different topics and how comfortable we were with each other that morning made it seem like we were friends for years. When we passed this one kid, Kelly quickly grabbed my hand holding it. When he passed she apologized saying,

"Sorry I told that guy that I was a lesbian and that I had a girlfriend so that he would leave me alone. He keeps hitting on me."

"It's totes cool." I said truthfully, I liked the way our hands fit. "I can see why he keeps hitting on you." I smiled and she smiled back. We were still holding hands the whole way to the gym locker room.

"Thanks for that" she said. "For helping me with that guy."

"Your welcome" I smiled then did something I hadn't planned on doing. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, told her bye, then swiftly went to go change into my gym clothes. 

Later on that day, 9th period I had history. I knew nobody in that class and thought it would be a lonely senior year. I heard a sweet calm voice talking to my teacher saying,

"... Yeah they switched me to this period. I see my friend Bridget, can my seat be by hers?"

"Uhh yeah sure" my teacher said with his deep voice.

I had no idea who the girl was by her voice. 

A cute little body walked through the door, and it was Kelly! I assume my face lit up, because I became really happy and smiled really hard. She came and sat down next to me and gave me a "Hey you". I love when people say that to me, I don't know why.

My teacher told us to get a partner and do some book work. Kelly reached over and pulled my desk to hers. 

"Damn" I exclaimed.

She laughed it off, and we got to work. By the last five minutes of the period we were done with our work, so we just talked. She told me that she liked the kiss I had given her earlier. We both started sharing personal stuff. She told me that she turned 18 a couple of months ago, that she actually does like girls, she's only had 2 boyfriends her whole life, and that she wanted to get to know me "as a friend of course" she added. 

"You wanna come over today?" I asked.

"Sure!" she answered excitedly.

(amazing what a 5 minute convo gets you)

"Coolness. When the bell rings you wanna just come with me, or do you wanna go home first?"

Our school was made up of two towns. Kelly was from the other town, they didn't have their own high school.

"Nahh, I'd rather just come with you." she said.

I said okay, and the last bell rang about a 30 seconds after. We left out the school and went to my car. We both hopped in and I drove to my house. 

"We're not gonna stay here all day, we'll just put our stuff in my room then go somewhere" I told her.

I fondled with my keys then finally opened my house door. My room was the basement, so we went down and I unlocked my room door. 

"You have a key for your room? Lucky bitch!" she said.

"Yeah, my parents are too nosey, and I have things they don't need to see." I gave her a sly grin.

She chuckled and we walked in. 

It's pretty big in my room for the most part, and my favorite part is my round California king bed. I love it so much!

Kelly dropped her stuff, and jumped right on my bed spreading out her body like she was familiar with my house already.

"Get comfortable!" I said sarcastically.

"Haha I am, come here." she was patting the bed.

I went and sat next to her and she sat up.

"Today was a fun school day!" she said.

I just quietly said yeah, and stared into her eyes. She was smiling, but it slowly went off her face. 

I leaned in and kissed her, this time on the lips. She fell back and I straddled her, sitting vagina to vagina, and bending over kissing her. I felt her kiss back, and we started making out. Her lips were so soft! And they tasted like piña colada. That made me want to kiss her even more. I explored her mouth with my tongue, then bit her lip. I went back to kissing her, then she did the same and bit my lip. I've always loved lip biting. "You.. ever...... been.. with a girl?" I asked between kisses.

"No" she mumbled. I felt her lips loosen then she completely stopped.

"Sorry Kells, I didn't mean to.." she kissed my lips cutting me off.

"It's perfectly fine... c'mon" she pulled my head closer and started unbuttoning my shirt. 

"You sure? I've done this before, and I don't want you to regret this being your first time" I needed to know.

She shook her head and got my shirt off and threw it. I got up to go lock my door, then took my jeans off. I wasn't wearing panties that day, so I was standing there in my bra only. She smiled at my body, then said,

"Can I see the rest?" smiling and biting her lip.

"I wanna see your cute little body in your bra and panties first" I couldn't help but smile.

Kelly stripped and I smiled harder. She had a pushup bra on. I walked over to her and said,

"Wear this for me?" while putting a hand on each bra covered boob.

"Actually I did" she answered.

I smiled again and kissed her, my hands still on her perfect 34B tits. We started making out again and I could feel her hands exploring. They moved from my hips right to my thighs then feeling their way back up to my ass. When I bit her lip, she gave a little moan then squeezed my ass. 

"Damn Kells I need you..." I pushed her down on the bed. "Now"

My hands started rubbing across her stomach and she unhooked her bra and threw that too. Her nipples were so cute. They were lighter than the rest of her body, but she was the perfect tan color considering summer just ended. Her nips were erect, and I wanted them. I left her lips kissing my way down her neck and made it to her tits. I licked all around one of them while purposely avoiding her nipples. My hand was playing with the other one. Finally I gave a light lick to her nip, and she flinched. I licked it fully this time and gave it a bite. She let out a pleased sigh, then I kissed all around her stomach. My tongue went inside her belly button then licked further down and over her g-string. Kelly started breathing hard and then I did what I've been waiting for. I took each side of her panties and pulled them off. The sight of her vagina was beautiful.

"Been eaten before babe?" I asked.

While biting her lip and not even looking at me she tried to make out "Mhmm, once". 

I laid down beside her and she looked confused and sad.

"What.."

"Ride." I cut her off and demanded.

"Huh?" she was really confused now.

"Ride." I repeated.

She understood what I meant, smiled hard, the climbed up to my face. Her pussy smelled so good. It smelled like piña colada just like her lips tasted like it. Amazing.

I took my first lick to her lips. I put my arms around her legs then continued. I parted her lips with my tongue then slid it to her clit. Can you guess what it tasted like? Yup, piña colada! Her body jerked against my face and I went faster.

Up and down I licked, then stuck it into her hole as far a it could go. Then I grabbed her ass kind of forcing her to ride my face. She took the hint. She bent over a little grabbing the sheets above my head and pushed her pussy further into my mouth. The faster my tongue moved, the fast she rode.

"Fuck yeah Bridget... Fuckkk yeahhh... Ooooo" Kelly moaned. "I might cum dude!!"

I smiled against her and pounded into her and she came. She quickly got off of me and started apologizing.

"Oh my god Bridge, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry" she tried wiping it off my face.

I laughed and said,

"Wow, Kells no need to be sorry." I kept laughing. "Seriously though, I knew it was gonna happen, it happens. Cum is a part of sex, and you taste amazing." I licked what was left off my lips. 

"Oh, you really have done this before. That was amazing Bridget." she laughed at herself.

"Just imagine what else we could do" I gave her a lustful look. "C'mon let's get dressed. I'll buy us some food."

We kissed, got dressed, and left. What an amazing afternoon it was. This was only a few days ago, but I really like Kelly already. I also look forward to more sex with her..



Ginger



Ginger looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She had a very short, red, silk robe on. It was not closed and she could see the curve of her 34 D breasts and her pointed nipples atop her puffed out 3 inch areolas through the thin material. Looking down she could also see the abundant hair covering a large area of her pubis. She could also see the leg brace extending down and covering her right leg. 

The foot was about 4 inches from the floor on a metal platform and a u-shaped metal bar with rubber non slip buttons on the bottom continued to the floor so she could walk. She could also see the wide 3 inch belt that went around her waist. The belt had a metal bar that extended down from the right side of the belt to the top of the brace and was attached to the outside of the upper part of the leg brace. There was a hip joint with a drop lock that could be used either when standing or seated in a 90 degree position. When locked while standing and walking, she could swing her upper torso slightly and move the paralyzed leg forward.

Ginger, or Gin as she liked to be called, had a birth defect that caused her right leg to be totally paralyzed from above her waist down. Very little muscle tissue had developed and the growth of the leg had not kept up with the rest of her body. The leg and foot did have full feeling. When she did not have her brace on and foot on the platform, her toes pointed straight down to the floor. Her left leg was weak and atrophied but she did not need a brace. She knew that her looks would not affect her next customer but she still liked to be this way. 

She got her forearm crutches and went through the door to the waiting room. Fran was waiting, sitting in her terry cloth robe. She heard the door open and smiled saying hi to Gin as she stood. Gin crutched over to her and brushed her cheek with hers. Gin asked how she was and Fran said great and she had been looking forward to being here today. Gin put her elbow out and touched Fran's arm and she grasp it and followed Gin into the next room.

Gin gently guided Fran's hip into the table and untied the belt on her robe and removed it from her. She tossed it over the chair and Fran took off her dark glasses so Gin could put them with the robe. Gin could see where Fran's eye balls had been removed and her eye lids sutured shut. She thought that Fran was a very beautiful, sexy woman. Fran was taller that Gin who was around 5' 5". Fran reached out and took hold of Gin's robe and removed it from her and handed it to Gin to put on the chair. Fran reached out with her left hand and bending over a little, reached down and felt for Gin's right leg and brace. She felt around for a few seconds and then straightened up. Fran said she loved being blind but wished she had been able to see Gin's leg before she became that way. 

Gin said as you know, you can "look" at it any time you want. Fran said thanks and got up on the table. With Gin guiding her so she did not fall off, she turned on her stomach and put her face in the padded ring at the top of the table. Gin stretched her arms out along side of her body and spread her legs slightly. She asked Fran if she was ready and she answered you bet. Gin put her crutches to one side and while holding on to the table, moved to the bottom near Fran's feet. She took the massage oil from the warm bath and squirted it into her hand. She started the massage at the foot of the table and worked her way up.

When she reached Fran's rear, she spent some time kneading and rubbing the area. She slid her hands between the cheeks but did not touch her anus or pubic area, just the area around it including the upper thighs in a teasing way. She worked her way up to the neck and down the arms next. She then had Fran turn over and again started at the feet and worked her way up. Again at the pubic area she did not touch the slit or clit and just used her thumbs to slightly rub the outer lips. Fran was now thrusting her hips trying to get Gin's hands to touch her there. 

When Gin got to her breasts she went around them and worked her way down her arms and hands. Gin now went back to the breasts. They were a 36 C with some sag to the side. Gin now stood at the top of the table and reached over Fran's head and started by only using her oiled finger on the nipple and running it in a circle around the nipple and areola then adding more oil and finally covering the whole breast. When she finished one she repeated the process on the other. Finally she added more oil to her hands and took a breast in each hand massaging them very well and for some time. As she did so, each time she touched Fran's nipples Fran shivered. 

Gin now moved to the side of the table and worked her hands back down to Fran's slit. Using one hand, she pulled her leg open some more and the other hand started working along her slit and using her finger she pushed into the lips and found her vaginal opening. Working her finger around it, but not fully inserting it, she played in the area for some time. She also worked her fingers down to her anus and back up the slit but never touching her clit. As Gin finally inserted a finger into Fran's pussy, she came. Gin kept her going for a while then withdrew the finger. She helped Fran turn over again.

This time she positioned her legs farther open and with one leg slightly bent. Gin applied more oil to her buttocks and worked from the outside in to her slit and anal opening. Gin worked the whole area over and slowly pushed her thumb into Fran's rear. She wiggled it around and then worked the index finger into her vagina. She wiggled both of them around and put the thumb and index finger together rubbing them together along the inside tissue. Finally she extended her middle finger downward and found Fran's protruding clit and moving her hand caused all 3 fingers to stimulate her. As soon as the middle finger hit the clit Fran exploded thrusting her hips in time with Gin's movements moaning loudly. 

Gin kept her going for over a minute and then gradually slowed the rhythm down. Fran kept having smaller jerks and orgasms. Gin finally withdrew her fingers from Fran and worked her way to the sink and washed her hands good. She covered Fran with a sheet and let her enjoy the afterglow for a few minutes. When the hour was up, she led her back to the dressing room and turned on the shower for her. Fran was able to do the rest herself and got dressed and returned to the waiting room. Each time the door to the dressing room and waiting room opened a chime sounded in Gin's area so she knew when a customer was there. She went back when Fran came in and Fran thanked her profusely, paid her and left.

*** 

Ginger was sitting in her wheelchair in the airport gate area waiting for her flight to board. One of the passenger agents came over and said she would take her down to the plane now. Ginger released the chair locks and was pushed down the boarding dock to the plane. They stopped at the door and she applied the wheelchair locks, unlocked the hip lock and got up out of the chair relocking the hip and then knee lock as she stood straight. The agent handed her crutches to her and she put her arms in the cuffs and worked her way on board. 

She was sitting at the bulkhead and after her back was to the seat, unlocked the hip and knee lock and got into her seat next to the window. The flight attendant took her crutches and put them in the overhead for her. Gin relocked the hip in the 90 degree position. The attendant said she would put her wheelchair in the closet and not send it to the luggage compartment. Gen thanked her for that. The attendant reached out to Gin's arm and told her to let her know if there was anything else she could do for her grinning and giving a wink. Ginger had been to a massage therapy seminar and was on her way home. The other passengers started to board and finally a man sat down beside her. He smiled and said hello and is name was Josh. Ginger introduced herself and saw him looking down at her brace and very small leg. They fastened their seat belts and the plane pushed back and took off a few minutes later. They started talking and found they were headed for the same place as it was his home also. They were going to do a plane change to get there and he offered to help any way he could if she needed any. She told him there would be people meeting her to push her wheelchair at each point but she would let him know if she needed anything. Josh said he was a sales manager for a large company and had several sales people working for him. He had to travel a lot working with them. Ginger just said she was a therapist working with other disabled people.

Ginger found Josh very easy to talk with and the first leg flew by. When they got into the airport they had a while to wait for the next flight so Josh suggested they get something to eat. Gin tipped her wheelchair attendant at a food place as Josh had said he would get her to her gate. Gin picked something from the menu on the wall and Josh got in line while she got them a table. He arrived with the food and drinks and they ate. There was no one around them so Josh asked if she would mind telling him what happened to her leg. Gin told him she had no problem talking about it and told him all about it. She even went so far as to explain how her brace worked. It was called a HKAFO. They were sitting side by side and she took his hand and put it on the waist band and then moved his hand down the bar to the upper part of the brace. 

She told him when she was walking with her crutches she had to lock the knee and hip joint and use her upper torso to move her right leg forward. Otherwise she had no muscles to move it. She moved somewhat slowly but she got there she grinned. Her dress was short enough that he could see most of the rest of it. Josh thanked her for being so open with him. Looking at him she said she hoped he was not embarrassed by being seen with her. He kind of shook his head and said not at all, he saw it as being seen with a very beautiful woman. Gin reached out and put her hand on his arm and said thanks. 

He pushed her to the next gate and Gin told the agent that he was with her. The agent said they would board her early so as not to rush her and she said thanks. A while later the agent came and got them and took her chair to the door of the plane. Josh stood back and watched very closely as Gin got up from the chair, stood straight and pushed the drop locks down on the knee and then the hip joint. She then moved the right side of her torso forward which moved her rigid hip and leg forward and walked on to the plane and their seats. At her seat, she pulled the hip drop lock up, bent forward a little, put the other hand on the seat arm and then pulled the knee drop locks up. She leaned to her left just a little and that released the pressure on the knee joint and it bent so she could let herself down into the seat.

She looked up at Josh and saw that he was watching her closely. She was glad he was interested. She also noticed the bulge in his pants and that he adjusted his hard on as he sat down. As they were headed out to the runway Gin put her hand over his on the armrest between them and said thanks for the dinner and helping me at the airport. He turned his hand up and took hers gently squeezing it and saying you're welcome, I enjoyed being with you. He asked if he could have her name and phone number and Gin readily gave it to him. 

They continued holding hands. Josh asked if she always wore her brace and she said mostly at work as she needed her hands free but almost never at home. He looked at her trying to decide to ask the next question. Gin saw the look and said go ahead and ask, I don't mind personal questions at all. Josh finally said he would like to go out with her sometime and Gin said she would like that. He then said, and hesitated, would you go out with me without your brace on and just let your leg do its thing. Gin said at once absolutely, I would enjoy it very much with you. She then said Josh, this may sound crazy but I very much enjoy being crippled. She was looking him straight in the eye as she said this and he said back that he felt she did and no, he did not think it was crazy.

He next asked if there was a cuff at the top of her brace. She pulled her skirt all the way up so he could see the 4 inch wide leather cuff with 2 Velcro straps and metal rings that held it closed around her very small thigh. She was sure he could also see her thong but did not care. They had not released their hands and he was leaning over some to see better. Gin could see past him that no one was looking at them and she quietly said you can touch if you want. He turned his head to her some and she smiled and nodded. Josh put his hand on her leg then touched the leather cuff and metal side bars. He did not linger long but sat back in his seat, put his head back and closed his eyes for several seconds. As he squeezed her hand gently he adjusted his hard on again with the other hand.

Ginger was not sure why she was so open and free with Josh but she knew she liked him and wanted to see more of him. She felt that being crippled did not bother him at all and in fact it might be why he was attracted to her. She would find out more about that later. 

They landed at home and as they came out of the jet way Josh asked if she would like a ride home, he had a car picking him up. She thought for a few seconds and said yes, that would be nice of him. As they got their baggage, he made a cell phone call and told someone what door they would be at. Just as they got to the curb, a black limo pulled up and a driver got out to open the rear door. Gin pulled her wheelchair up to the seat, lifted her legs into the car and using her arms, transferred in without much trouble. Josh watched closely and Gin moved over so he could get in next to her brace. Josh called the driver by name and gave him Gin's address. The driver said yes sir and welcome home.

On the ride, Gin pulled her skirt up exposing her leg and brace. Josh held his hand out and she pushed it down onto it. He moved it around feeling her flesh, leather and metal. At one time as they were looking into each other's face, he moved his hand all the way to the top of her brace and was just a fraction of an inch from touching her thong. But he stopped and smiled and Gin grinned back at him. She could also feel the side of his arm pushing into her breast as he moved it on her leg. She put her hand on his upper arm and pulled it tighter to her wondering if he could tell she was braless. She wished he would cup it and feel her hard nipple so she could put her hand on his hard cock but he didn't. 

They got to her house and she directed the driver to pull up to the garage door. She got the remote from her purse and opened the door. Josh helped her out of the car and handed her the crutches. She locked her brace and crutched into the house. The driver got her luggage and wheelchair and put it in the kitchen. Gin told him thank you and he returned to the car to wait for Josh. Josh gave her a card with his phone numbers on it and said he was looking forward to talking and being with her again. As Gin said me to, she opened her arms to him and he entered them and put his tightly around her. They kissed for a few seconds and said their good nights. Josh left and she closed the doors. She got in her wheelchair and put a piece of luggage on her lap and took it to the bedroom. She went back for the second piece and brought it also. 

She transferred to the bed and undressed. She had a big grin when she found her thong slopping wet. After removing her brace she lay back and folded her leg straight back against her chest. With no muscles or ligaments that functioned, she could get it into almost any position. She massaged it as it was sore from having the tight brace on so long. Sitting in airline seats did not help any. While one hand was rubbing her leg the other drifted down to her slit. Obviously it was the reason for the wet thong. It was very slippery and wet also. She quickly found her vaginal entrance and then her clit. It was sticking way out of its hood. She rubbed it and quickly had a good orgasm thinking about Josh. He was the first man she had fallen for and had such strong sexual thoughts this soon. 

Josh got home and his driver also put his luggage in the kitchen, he tipped him and closed the door. Josh did not even bother to get it into the bedroom. His thoughts were about Gin. She was so beautiful, so open, and easy to talk with and yes, he believed she did like to be crippled. She had had no qualms abut telling and showing him everything. He was pretty sure she had not had a bra on and when he put his arm against her he was sure. He had almost touched her pussy through her thong but resisted. He had also almost cupped her breast but stopped. He could tell it was what she wanted but he wanted to wait until they had quality time together. 

He undid his belt and unzipped his pants and withdrew his hard on. He had no underwear on. She started masturbating and was soon ejaculating all over his clothing. He got up, undressed, and took a shower. He got in bed naked, as usual, and wondered if he should/could call her. He dialed her number and she answered after several rings. He asked if she was asleep and was it too late. Gin said no she was just in the process of transferring from her chair to the bed before she could get to the phone. She was very glad he called as she was going to call him in a few minutes. She also said she needed to tell him something; if they were going to talk and be together, she wanted him to be very open and honest with her and to say whatever was on his mind. He could tell her anything, ask her anything, nothing was too personal and she had nothing to hide. She promised to be the same with him. 

Josh said perfect speech; he felt the same way and promised he would be the same with her. Gin then apologized for sending him home in such an aroused state. She knew he was hard on the plane and felt him against her as they kissed good night. She added that she hoped in the near future that would no longer be a problem. Josh laughed and said thanks for noticing. He went on that he took care of the problem as soon as he could after he got home. Gin was laughing and said she had done the same thing. Josh asked what she slept in and she said her skin and asked the same question of him. He replied the same and he wished he could see her that way sometime. Her reply was soon I hope. 

Josh asked how often she masturbated and she said at least once a day most of the time and more during her period. And you she asked? He said about the same and he loved being with his partner during her period. Gin said good, she would keep that in mind. He asked what she had to do tomorrow and she said get unpacked and go to the office. She had not booked any patients so would just take it easy. He said he had a full day at the office but did not have to leave town for a week or so. Gin thanked him again for the ride home and they said good night. They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

Gin got up, unpacked and put some things in the wash. At home she mostly used her wheelchair and was going to take it to the office today. Late morning she headed for the office and did not put her brace on or even take her crutches. At times she liked being dependent on only having her wheelchair available. She had been gone for 6 days and had several phone calls to return. All were people wanting appointments and she got that taken care of in about an hour. Next she attacked the mail. Just as she got started the phone rang and it was Josh. He was having a good day so far, lots to catch up on but he was used to the drill. He asked Gin if she would like to have dinner with him tomorrow night and she said for sure. She said her legs were still sore and tired from the trip and would it be ok if she came in her wheelchair and no brace. Josh said of course it is ok; you always do what you have to do to take care of yourself. 




Ginger



Gin said thanks and the other line started ringing. They said good bye and they would talk later. Gin got her bookkeeping and other office work done and headed home. She lived in a medium sized house that was totally accessible. It had been built that way and worked very good for her. She drove a car with hand controls and was thinking about getting a van with a lift. After she got home she took the stuff out of the dryer and put more in the wash. She hoped this would be the last load. She thought about Josh and was looking forward to being with him tomorrow. She had decided she was going to take her time with him. 

That night she called him just after she got in bed. He said he got home about 6 and had a bite to eat. He was just going to get in the shower and would call her back in a little while. When he was done, he got in bed and dialed her number. They talked about their day and she asked him how she should dress. He said nothing would be fine and she said ok, fine with me. He thought he better be safe and told her what kind of restaurant it was and casual was fine. Gin asked him if he was attracted to crippled women. Josh admitted that he was but there had to be a lot more to the package. He asked Gin what she was attracted to and she described him to a T. She added that the man that took her out also had to like a crippled woman. Josh laughed and said good, he fit the bill.

Gin told him there was something he needed to know about her before things got too far along. She could not have children. She never developed a right ovary and the left one never put out any eggs. If he wanted children with her, he was out of luck. Josh said no problem, he did not think he wanted children anyway. She then asked him if he was hard and he said yes, I get that way when I hear your voice. Gin said she was wet also and would get off as soon as they were off the phone. 

Josh said he would pick her up at 6 if that was ok. He had found out late today he had an early morning meeting the next day after their dinner so he would not keep her out late. Gin said that was no problem, and she did not have a late patient and the 6 time was ok. They said good night and after they put the phone down, both started playing with themselves. Each was wondering what the other was doing right now. They did not know it, but each came at the same time, enjoying the rush through their bodies. 

Gin got to the office about 9 as her first patient was at 9:30. Her patient was a bilateral arm amputee who had no right arm at all and the left was a very short stump. She was unable to get to her pussy and get off. Her husband had been killed in the same accident and she was not interested in finding a lover. Gin got ready to meet her and pretty much used the same technique she had used with Fran. She was able to make her cum several times and the patient left very happy as usual. 

Her last patient was a male. She took very few men but this one was a paraplegic amputee. He had lost both legs at the hip and had an incomplete spinal injury just above his waist. He had not been able to find a female partner that was willing to spend the time necessary for him to cum. He got on the table face down and Gin started at his neck and worked her way down. She had removed her robe in front of him while he was seated in his chair and was comfortable at his seeing her naked. He felt more comfortable with her since she was also crippled.

He always took one of the ED drugs before he came in. When she was done with his back she helped him turn over and started on his arms and worked her way up them and down his torso. He liked to have the area where his legs used to be massaged also. She did this and was working her way up to his penis. He had some feeling there and soon was starting to get hard. She continued to massage him and play with his balls. After some time, pre cum started to flow out of his urethra. She paid a lot of attention to the head of his penis and just behind it, sometimes even using her short fingernails. As his balls started to pull up into his body she pushed her finger into his rectum. He had no feeling there but as she massaged his prostate he could feel that and soon came quite strong. She cleaned his cum up and helped him into the shower and back out after he was done. He was always very grateful for what she did for him and paid her well.

Gin got dressed and headed home to get ready for their night out. She got home and into the shower. She shaved her legs good and debated if she should shave or trim her pussy hair. She decided not to as nothing was going to happen tonight anyway. After drying off she put a slight bit of makeup on, a dab of perfume and wheeled out to get dressed. She put a low cut, sleeveless top on and very short skirt. She decided no bra and thong would be good and put some sandals on her feet. She did not move the right footrest up to her short leg and in fact removed it from the chair. Her sexy, useless leg would just swing around freely. Josh had said he wanted to go out with her not wearing her brace.

The door bell rang right at 6 and Ginger opened it and rolled back to let Josh in. His jaw dropped when he saw her and he dropped down to one knee and told her how beautiful she was. He sought her lips with his and they kissed passionately for the first time. He soon stood up and said if he did not stop now he never would. They laughed and she wheeled out to his car. He closed the house door and opened the passenger door of his car. She pulled up to the seat, locked the wheels, lifted both legs with her hands into the car and transferred to the seat. Josh watched enjoying every moment. 

At the restaurant he got her chair and put it in the same position she had it in at the house. She transferred to the chair and lifted her legs out of the car. He followed her as she wheeled into the restaurant. They were seated at a nice table and the server took their drink order. Josh just stared at her for several minutes. She arched her eyebrow at him and he told her she looked so sexy tonight. She told him thanks and they looked at the menu. As they were being seated he had moved his chair to her right side so he could see her leg. After they ordered she took his hand and placed it on her thigh right at the edge of her dress. She kept hers on top of his for a few seconds then lifted it off. He looked down and slowly started moving it up and down her leg.

He saw the server coming with their salads and removed his hand in time. They ate their meal and talked about their day. Josh finally asked her just what type of therapy she did with disabled people. Gin knew he would sometime and was ready. She told him it was massage therapy and mostly the erotic type. His face did not change any and he nodded at this information. Finally he said sounds like a very interesting and very necessary thing to provide. Gin said yes as you probably have found out there is a lot of sexual dysfunction with disabled people. He said yes there is. Gin said she looked at it as just another job just like a GYN doctor would. Yes, she did not mind seeing what she saw but was not emotionally or sexually involved. Josh smiled and said he understood and had no problem with what she did.

Gin took his hand and said thanks for understanding, I thought you would. She lifted it to her mouth and kissed his fingers. She put it back down on her leg and he rubbed it some more. He worked his way up under her skirt and soon his little finger found she had nothing on under the skirt. He looked at her and they grinned at each other. Gin made no move to remove or stop what he was doing. He stroked her outer lips a few times and moved his hand back down. The server came with the bill and he paid it and they headed back out to the car. This time it looked like it was a little easier for her as she knew how high the seat was and so on. 

Josh's car was an older model that had a full bench seat. She was able to slide over to his side and was ready when he got her chair in the back and got into the car. They kissed and he pulled out of the lot. They headed back to Gin's place and Josh drove up into the drive and parked behind some bushes. He turned it off and turned to Gin. How long has it been since you parked and necked he asked? She laughed and said a long time. He pulled her to him and they kissed again and had a tongue duel. Josh reached down and cupped her breast and that brought a moan from Gin. There were no buttons on the blouse so she pulled it out of the skirt waist band so he could get his hand under it. He found her rock hard nipples and gently pinched them. She said he should come to work for her. He just smiled and they looked into each other's face as he played with her breasts.

The way that they were sitting prevented her from getting to his penis but she could feel the rock hard thing pushing into her hip. Josh took hold of her crippled leg and pulled it up so the foot rested on the seat. He continued to rub his hand all over it. He noticed how small it really looked without the brace. He could get his thumb and middle finger around her calf and almost around her thigh. He soon worked his way back up her dress. As his finger started to enter her vagina she asked him to stop. He did and she put her hand over his and held it in place cupping her wet pussy. She turned his face to hers, as he was watching his hand on her leg, and told him that as strange as it might sound, she was still a virgin. She continued that nothing had ever penetrated her vagina; penis, finger, sex toy, tampon, douche nozzle, tongue, nothing. 

First, no men had seemed to want to be with her, at least those that were, were not the type she was interested in. Second, yes she was saving it for someone she cared about, that did not necessarily mean in love with, but that was interested in her and not put off because she was crippled. Gin told him she liked him very much and wanted him to be the person that took her virginity. Josh seemed to be speechless. Gin continued that her hymen was intact and that she would probably bleed. She did not care if he did it tonight with his finger but she would rather wait until they could do it right and for him use his hard cock for the job.

They again got a lip lock on each other. Their hands continued to hold on to her pussy. They broke the kiss and she whispered for him to use his finger on her clit and get her off. She let go of his hand and he pulled his middle finger up her slit to her clit. He could tell it was sticking way out of her hood. His hand was very wet and slippery and he started gently rubbing her pussy with it. Gin held her crippled leg against his arm as he fingered her. It probably took less than 90 seconds and Gin was bucking her hips having a tremendous clit orgasm. As she was coming down Josh took her clit between his thumb and first finger and rolled it around. This sent her off again. She finally had to push his hand away as it got so sensitive it hurt. 

He held her tight against him and in a few minutes she relaxed. Soon she moved away from him and unzipped his slacks. He undid his belt and she reached in for his rock hard cock. It was very wet and leaking pre cum. She quickly reached in the pocket in her skirt and brought out a condom, tore the package with her teeth and using the other hand rolled it on to him. It was lubricated and with that, and his pre cum, she was able to slide it up and down with her hand to masturbate him. He was like her, very aroused and soon his hips were thrusting and he was filling the rubber with his semen. As he started to go soft she pulled it off and tied a knot in it and put it by her purse. She had a paper towel in there and cleaned him off. Josh looked at her and said WOW. Ginger said double WOW! They were again in each other's arms and Josh included her leg in his arms. 

They stayed that way for about 10 minutes and then Gin said she had better go inside so he could get home. He groaned objecting but agreed it was necessary. She said I told you that you would not have to go home hard anymore and they laughed. Gin thanked him for a fantastic night and that she was looking forward to more time with him. Josh asked her to come over to his place Saturday afternoon and he would cook dinner. Gin said she would be there with bells on and with that Josh got her wheelchair and she got into the house. She asked him to call her when he got home. Ginger undressed, went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and got in bed. She pulled her leg up to her chest and rubbed it across her nipples. She had washed her pussy while in the bathroom but it was still wet. Her clit was still protruding and it was sore. She still played with it. 

As she was the phone rang. Josh said he thought he was going to have to change the date from this Saturday to the next Saturday. Gin asked why. He said she had done such a job on him he would not be able to get hard for a week. They both laughed hard and she told him he must have Chinese fingers; it was an hour later and her clit was hard again and she wanted more. They were still laughing and both said it was the best night for each of them for a long time. They were both quiet for several minutes and then Gin said thank you for respecting my wish to be in a better place than the car for you to take my virginity. He said you're welcome and I will wait until you tell me you want it gone for sure. They said good night and hung up.

Gin got herself off two more times in a row and went to sleep. She slept the whole night and woke up the next morning feeling great. She got to work and had two patients in the morning and two in the afternoon. Even though she was wearing her HKAFO brace, she still used her wheelchair to go back and forth to work and when she did not have a patient. She had decided that she had all of the patients that she could handle now and unless there was some compelling reason, she would not take any more. When she got home that night she checked to be sure that the outfit she was going to wear Saturday was clean and ready. 

She and Josh talked several times during the week. One night they had phone sex and the week passed quickly. On Sat Gin did some house work and after lunch took her shower. She shaved her legs good again and had been feeling like she was going to start her period. She was irregular and never knew just when it was going to hit. She knew she was Horney as hell though. Her outfit was a jump suit of sorts. It was one piece, bright red and white, thin material, short shorts on the bottom, had short sleeves and covered her upper body. But, it also had a zipper that went from her neck down to her crotch. It was form fitting and without a bra and panties, and the zipper way down, left nothing to the imagination. 

The lower part fit around her shapely left rear and leg snugly. On the right side with no buttock and a very thin leg, it fit very loosely emphasizing her small, short leg. She was not going to wear her brace; he had never seen her without it and on crutches. Gin got her nice wooden underarm crutches and used them. They were easier to use than the forearm crutches with no brace. She put some tampons and condoms in her purse and headed to Josh's. When she got into his driveway she pulled the zipper down to below her breasts, reached inside and tweaked her nipples so they stood out.

Josh answered the door bell saying sorry he did not hear her car pull in. Gin said no problem and came in as he stood aside. She crutched in and turned to face him as she got close to him. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to her mouth and kissed him hard with lots of tongue. After, he looked her up and down and just shook his head. He told her he had never seen a sexier, more beautiful, sensuous woman in his life! 

He closed and locked the door and showed her around the house. It was a beautiful one and Gin thought it looked like it was accessible. That was confirmed when they got to the master bath and it had a roll in shower along with a sunken tub in front of a window that looked out on to a beautiful yard. They got to the kitchen and it had both normal and lowered sinks and work areas. In the living room sliding doors opened to a deck and swimming pool. He had never said anything about having one. Part of the deck was covered to be out of the sun.

Josh asked if she had eaten and she said no so he brought out some boiled shrimp in the kitchen. They snacked on that for a while and talked. After they had eaten something he asked if she would like to go swimming. She said she did not know he had a pool and had not brought a suit. He told her there were some in the bath house and she could help herself, if she wanted. He just had shorts on and they went out on to the deck. He showed her where to go and said he would wait for her. She went in and looked at the swim wear. She thought for a minute and then removed her jump suit. She fluffed up her pubic hair and crutched back out to the deck naked.

She was not surprised that Josh was naked also. He had added the words "if she wanted" to his remarks and that was her clue. She crutched slowly over to him, her crippled leg just swinging around, and stood in front of his chair with her right side facing him. She moved the crutch out of the way so he could see her fully. He sat forward in his chair and moving his hand towards her, he looked up silently asking if he could touch her. She answered please do. He put his hand on her breast and slowly moved it down her body. He noted the nonexistent buttock, thought he could see her hip joint through the skin because of the lack of muscle mass and on down the very atrophied leg. It seemed to be mostly skin and bone. Her foot pointed straight down to the ground. He thought to himself that it was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. 

Gin felt his hand slide down her body and the wetness flowing from her pussy. She also noticed Josh getting very hard. In the daylight she could see how thick he was even if he was not that long. She wondered what that was going to feel like inside her. Josh picked her leg up and used her foot to rub his cock. After a few minutes she asked if she could sit on the lounge, her left leg was about to give out. He said sorry and pulled it around so she could lower herself on to it. He moved his chair next to it and took her right leg into his hand again.

As he moved it over to his lap this spread her legs and he could look right at her pussy and long lips which were now engorged and sticking out of her hair. They had spread apart and he could see her inner lips and the wetness. He rubbed his fingers alongside the slit and into her hair and remarked it felt just like rabbit fur, so nice and soft. As Josh was looking and playing with her leg Gin reached out and took hold of his cock. She could barely get her fingers around it and had not noticed its girth the other night. 

As he was rubbing her calf Josh looked at her and asked if she had ever considered amputation. Gin immediately answered yes, almost every day I do. She reached out and took his right hand and moved it over to her good left leg and put it on her thigh with her hand holding his down. She added with a serious look right into his eyes, but it would be this one, all of it, maybe even the pelvis; and I might include the right one. He had been leaking a lot of cum and was very slippery by now. As she ended her words about including the right one she pulled hard on his cock and he shot cum all the way over to her. She only pumped him a couple of times not wanting to deplete his supply. 

Josh was totally surprised at both what she said about the amputation, but that she had gotten him off. He looked down and was still rock hard. Gin had used a finger to collect some of his cum and licked it off. He asked her why the good one and she said she wanted to be wheelchair dependent. With no legs she would be that way. She had felt that way for some time she said, just no way to act on it. She also had no problem being like she is now.




Ginger



He lifted their hands from her thigh and he moved it over to her breast and massaged it and the nipple. Her hand stayed in place and she looked down and watched their hands stimulate her. As he was doing so she heard him say that would be his most wished for desire, a lover with no leg at all. He would like for her to keep the right one though. She looked at him while squeezing his hand with hers harder into her breast and said she would keep that in mind.

After a few minutes of Josh playing with her leg and her breasts, she came. He continued until she came down from her high. After she said thanks he asked if she was ready to get in the pool and cool off. Gin said she was very ready and started to get up. Before she could Josh scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the pool. He walked down the steps into the water, kissed her and set her afloat. After swimming and splashing for a while he carried her back to the lounge. They just relaxed and drip dried and after a while Josh said it was time to put the meat on the grill. She watched him get the fire started and his hard cock bounced around sticking out in front of him the whole time. 

After he got the fire going he came and sat on the lounge with her. She took hold of his hard and said she hoped he could keep this going. She told him that after dinner she no longer wanted to be a virgin. They kissed, Josh tweaking her nipple and Gin tweaking his purple cock head. As they broke she told him he had been hard for some time and he really needed to let or make it go down to prevent injury. He got Gin a light robe to cover up with and put his shorts back on. As he got the meat ready and put it on the grill he had gone soft.

While he was out of sight, Gin crutched into the kitchen and asked what she could do to help. He said all of the salad fixings were in the ice box and she could put them together. He put a chair by one of the lowered counters and she sat there. He brought her all the stuff and she got to work. The food was soon ready and they ate on the patio. They cleaned up together and Gin mentioned she should have brought her wheelchair with her, it made carrying things a lot easier. Josh said good idea. After they were done, Gin used the bathroom and after she peed she checked to see if she was bleeding yet. She was not and she wondered when her period would start.

They sat on the deck as it was a beautiful night. They were both on lounges side by side. Gin asked him about why he lived in an accessible home. He said that he had mentioned to her that he had dated crippled women. Then he said that he had also thought about being wheelchair dependent or a wannabe as they were called. That was the main reason for the house. He had decided he did not want to be a paraplegic as he enjoyed sex too much. He was thinking about leg amputations and not getting prosthesis. Gin said she understood his feelings and had no problem with them. She held her hand out to him and he took it. She asked if he was ready to perform his manly duty. She could see his grin in the dark.

Josh sat up on the edge of the lounge and asked her if she was sure and she said oh yes, she was definitely sure. He asked her where she wanted to do it, in his bedroom? She said no, she had been thinking about it and thought out here on the deck under the stars would be great. Could he put a couple of towels down on the ground and she would lay on them. She said she knew she would bleed all over the place and warned him her period could start at any time also. She did not mind blood all over her but did not want to mess up any place. They could use the shower by the pool to rinse off after. 

Josh then asked if she wanted him to use a couple of fingers on her first or just go for it with his hard on. She felt his shorts and said use this. He asked about a condom and she said no, fill me up. He got a mat from the bath house and covered it with some towels. He asked if she wanted him to be on top and she said yes, I might chicken out laughing. They removed their clothing and she crutched over to the mat. Josh was behind her watching her crippled leg swing around. That was all it took to get him even harder. At the mat he stepped in front of her and they kissed. She felt his hard pushing into her abdomen. He put her crutches down and helped her down on to the mat. 

Josh laid down beside her on her right side. They spent some time kissing and using their tongues to explore each other's mouth. He then worked his way down to her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and he paid both much attention. He then worked his way down her abdomen and spread her legs. He paid some attention to her tiny leg and then worked his way up its thigh to her pussy. He had noticed she had an abundance of hair that seemed to cover a larger area than most women had. He knew he had a lot also and they would have to talk about shaving some or all of it if they were going to have a lot of oral sex. He spread her lips with his fingers which moved a lot of the hair aside. He was able to get to her inner lips and work his way up to her clit with his mouth.

He wanted to get her lubrication going before he tried to penetrate her. It did not take long and she was very wet and slippery. He moved between her legs and got over her kissing her as his face got even with hers. She wrapped her arms around him and she surprised him by telling him she was ready for him to fuck her good and fill her pussy with his cum. He was leaning on his arms and she read his mind and worked her hand down and guided his cock to her opening. She rubbed it all over to get it wet and then inserted it into her vagina. He got in a little way and hit her hymen. She wrapped her arms around him and said go for it. They were looking into each other eyes as he backed up a little and then rapidly pushed his cock into her. Gin's head snapped back and she cried out once. 

He was in all the way and just stayed still until her pain went away and she got used to him being in her. Her head came back down and she had tears in her eyes but also a smile on her face. After a couple of minutes she said thanks, I needed that, now fuck me!! Josh started to slowly withdraw and she grimaced a little but immediately said keep going. Josh almost pulled out all the way but stopped in time and slowly started back into her. Ever so slowly he picked up the pace and Gin's smile seemed to get wider. She then started to meet his thrusts with hers and Josh realized his balls were starting to pull up. He knew she took the edge off when she got him to cum earlier and was glad she was so smart sexually. 

He slowed just a little and listened to the bugs calling. Finally he was able to speed up again and soon, with every thrust, Gin grunted YES. He thought he was feeling something different as he slid in and out of her and figured she was starting her period. He knew he could not last any longer and he told her he was going to fill her pussy with cum and did. Gin could feel his cock swell and then warm stuff hitting her cervix. This pushed her over and she joined him in orgasmic thunder. He soon fell down on top of her and then rolled to her right side. He was able to pick her small leg up and get it out of the way so he could stay connected to her. As big as he was and as small as she was, he was trapped in her for a short time and then he went limp and slid out.

Gin turned on her side to him and they kissed long and hard for some time. She could feel stuff running out of her pussy and knew that along with all his cum, she was bleeding from two places. They finally stopped and Gin said thanks, I needed that badly. Josh said you're welcome and I did too. They laughed then looked at the mess they made. Josh carried her over to the shower and while she rinsed off he picked up the bloody towels. He then rinsed himself off and they went into his bathroom. Gin sat on the shower bench and Josh closed the door and started the water. They washed each other, naturally spending extra time at certain places. He asked if she had ever considered shaving her pussy and she said yes she would if he wanted her too. He said he loved the hair just not around her lips and clit. She told him he could do whatever he wanted to do down there. He asked about all his hair and she said she would let him know later when she had more time to explore that area. 

They got out of the shower and Josh remembered there were some douche bottles in the guest bath and told her he would get one if she wanted. She thought that would be a good idea and he got one. She sat on the john and used it and after inserted her first tampon. As she stood up from the john, Josh asked her to spend the night and Gin accepted. They finished in the bathroom and Josh carried her to bed. Gin suggested a bath towel for her to sleep on in case she leaked. They put one in place and cuddled in bed. Josh was on his back and Gin was on her left side. He put his hand on her right hip area and lightly used his fingers to explore all around there. They talked about her first sexual intercourse experience and she told him how great it was for her. 

As they were talking, her hand found its way down to his cock and she started playing with it. It did not start out with the intent of making him hard, she just loved to touch it however it was. After a while it did start to grow and she kept at it. There was enough light that she could see it in her hand and she moved her head down towards it. Soon it was in her mouth and she was sucking on it. The pre cum tasted delicious to her and soon she wanted more. After a while Josh warned her that he was close to Cumming and she just kept doing what she was doing. He spurted cum into her mouth and she took it all in. There was not a great deal as he had already put most of it in her pussy. What he gave her tasted great also and she pulled off of him and spend a few seconds tasting it and then swallowed. She cleaned him off with her tongue and mouth and got back up along side of him.

She told him that it was her first time for that also and how did she do. He kissed her running his tongue in her mouth and then said you must have done good as you got me off. They both laughed and decided it was time for sleep. 

They got up the next morning and she asked him for a t-shirt to wear. Josh put shorts on and they had breakfast. While Josh was cleaning the kitchen Gin went to the bathroom and pulled her tampon out. She checked it and it was soaked. She put a clean one in and said to herself she had to remember to change it more often. She crutched back out on to the deck where Josh was. As she walked in front of him he told her that now she was no longer a virgin she was even sexier. She asked why and he told her she radiated confidence now. 

She sat in a chair facing him and he pulled her crippled leg up on to his lap and started fondling it. He asked after you examined my penis last night any word on if you want it shaved. She said yes, having shaved balls and the base area of his cock shaved would be nice. He said great, shall we do it in a little while and Gin said sounds good to me. I am still Horney as hell and have a very heavy flow going right now. Josh asked if he could do her after shaving her and Gin said you better if you ever want any more! She added can you even get that thing hard again and he pulled his shorts down to show it was. He rubbed her leg on it also. Gin told him she would like to watch him masturbate himself on to her leg sometime. Just let me know when was his reply.

Gin asked him his thoughts on having his leg or legs amputated. Would he do one or both at the same time? Josh thought he would start with one at mid thigh or a little higher. When would he do the other one and at what level would it be? About 3 months later and very high this time probably a hip disarticulation. Right or left first? Right. Why so high? I am not interested in prosthetics if you remember; I want to be confined to the wheelchair like you. Will you have the other stump removed? I think so, it will make it hard to sit up but that is also part of it. Josh asked Gin is that why you want so much of your left leg removed, make it hard to sit? Gin answered yes, even though I have some trouble now I want to be very crippled. Sounds like we are both a lot alike Josh said. Gin agreed. Grinning Gin said think how easy it will be when we want to screw each other, no legs in the way and you can get in me much deeper. 

Josh said now you have me good and Horney, let's hit the shower. Gin stood and removed her t-shirt so he could watch all of her on the way to the shower. Her nonexistent right buttock and very thin left side along with her powerful shoulders made him very hard. She got in and sat on the bench. Josh got a battery trimmer to get most of the hair from them and a razor and cream for the rest. He shut the door and she took hold of his hard cock. She asked if he was planning to use this on her after the shave and he said yes. As she stroked him she asked if he had any lubrication as she was still a little sore and the tampon probably dried her out. He said good idea and went into the bedroom and got some.

Josh first used the trimmer to get rid of the hair alongside her vaginal lips and over to her legs and up a couple of inches above her clit. He had noticed that her thighs had already been shaved in that area. Then he used the razor and cream to shave the area he trimmed. She rinsed off and felt there and said how nice it was. She told him that several of her patients kept themselves shaved and it felt so good to her to touch during their massage. She might have to get rid of all of it someday.

Josh had stayed dry and he asked Gin if she wanted to do him and she said of course, and I will even shave you! He helped her down on the shower floor and she used the trimmer to get started. She removed about an inch of hair all the way around his balls and at the base of his cock. She did not use it on his balls as she did not want to nick him. Gin shaved him and he rinsed off and she felt him then took him in her mouth. He felt much better and no hair in her mouth. She even took him way down her throat with no trouble. Wanting to save him for her pussy she stopped. He helped her back up on the bench. 

Josh got back between her legs and started using his mouth on her. She was surprised at first that he would do her during her period, but then she had just washed and with the tampon in there was no blood. He remarked it felt very good now and within a few minutes gave her an orgasm. He put some towels down to kneel on and to bring his height up a little so his cock was even with her pussy. He looked at her as he pulled the bloody tampon out and put it on the floor. He played with her using his finger and put some lube on them and ran it in her vagina. He pushed on her G spot a few times and she said fuck me now please. He lubed his cock and put it at the entrance. Slowly he pushed in and her eyes got big and her mouth opened. He asked if she was in pain and she shook her head no it just feels so good. 

Josh leaned up and kissed her and started playing with her big, firm breasts as he moved in and out of her. Gin pulled her small leg up to the bench and moved her left leg out so he could get deeper in her. She said faster and he did so. Soon he was thrusting in and out at a good rate and Gin was just grinning at him. She looked down watching him go in and out of her and soon his cock was all bloody. He saw what she was looking at and said fantastic to her. All of a sudden she squealed and yelled she was Cumming and did, clamping down on him hard and then letting go and this lasted some time. It soon started his orgasm and he spurted his cum 5 or 6 times. Her eyes got big again as she felt him hitting her cervix with his cock head and warm cum. Finally he ran out of steam and cum and had to pull out. He pulled the towels out of the way as her red cream pie ran out on to the floor and down the drain. 

While she was draining he washed his penis off and then washed Gin off. She then handed him one of the douche bottles and asked if he would mind doing it as his hands were bigger. He took it and gently inserted it and when it was in all the way squeezed the contents into her. It drained out and he rinsed her off again. She gave him the tampon and he inserted it. She noticed he seemed to know how to do it without asking. They kissed and he asked if she felt better; she said much better but it would not last. Was he going to be around later and in the morning and that afternoon......? They both laughed so hard she almost fell off the bench.

Gin asked Josh to come over for dinner at her place one night and he said he would let her know which one tomorrow. She headed home and Josh had some work to do to get ready for work in the am. When she got home she sent him an e-mail telling what a great time she had being with him. Yes the sex was good but he was great to be around. She really enjoyed his company and being with him. She invited him to call for an appointment with her at work sometime. He needed to see her operation.

Gin got through work the next day, she had two patients in the morning and two in the afternoon, the max she would take in a day. Josh had given her his private number at work. If he did not answer his secretary would and he would clue her in on being honest with Gin about what he was doing. She would be glad to take a message. She tried the number and a female answered. She asked for Josh and the voice said he was in a meeting, who is calling. Gin gave her her name and she said oh, glad to know you my name is Wanda. He is in a meeting and will probably be there the rest of the day and they are scheduled for dinner also. Any message? Gin said just let him know I called and for him to call if he can when he gets home. Wanda said she would be sure he got it. Gin thanked her and hung up.

She fixed a light dinner when she got home and went through all of the material she had gotten at the meeting last week. Josh finally called around 10 and said he was home and dead tired. Gin said I bet you are, how did the meeting go. He told her they closed the deal and everyone was very happy so it was worth it. They had gotten it wrapped up before dinner so the dinner was more a celebration. Gin told him Wanda seemed real nice and was very polite with her on the phone. He said good, she has been with me for lots of years. He said she was a paraplegic and married with two kids. Gin said that was good to know. Josh said he could come Wednesday evening for dinner if that was ok and Gin said fine. Josh said he would probably come from work. Gin said she was looking forward to seeing him. They said good night and hung up.

Time went quickly and it was Wednesday all ready. Josh called and said he was on the way and he arrived just before 6. Gin greeted him in her wheelchair and only had a t-shirt on. What surprised her was he was pushing a wheelchair. He pushed it in and she asked what it was for. He told her it was hers; he had it made for her. It was a very, very, light weight model, was a rigid chair meaning it did not fold up like her current one did. It had wire spoke wheels that came off, a very low back and foot rests that adjusted or came off very easily. The seat tilted down as it went back for comfort and stability. The wheels were cambered in at the top and out at the floor some. There were no push handles or sides with arm rests on it. There was a nice cushion and it was sleek and sexy. 

She said why and he said so she had a light, modern chair that was easy to manage and so she could leave her current chair at his place and have it when she was there. She held her arms out to him and he got down to her level and they hugged and kissed. She had tears in her eyes when she told him thank you. She transferred to her new chair and moved around in it. She had him adjust the foot rest for her left leg and remove it for the right. The new chair was so easy to get around in. 




Ginger & Bruno



The tall one shook a cigarette from of a pack of Camels and went through the macho ritual of lighting it as a very good-looking girl sauntered towards them from the deeper recesses of the bar.

She was wearing a tight dress with a scoop top that seemed to be struggling to contain her breasts, which were bra-less. 

Bruno was impressed with her body and as she was about to pass their table Bruno was stunned when the taller one rose up and greeted her by name.

"Ginger! Hey Ginger!" He called out.

It was evident she recognized him although Bruno thought he detected a slight grimace on her face, indicating the tall one was not a welcome sight.

"Oh, hello Charlton," she said softly, extending her hand in greeting.

Bruno had time to study her while Charlton was distracting her. He took in the shoulder-length, artfully tousled, dirty blonde hair, framing a face with high cheekbones. He took in a pair of luminous gray eyes and a perfect narrow nose. The only break in perfection was a slight over bite and pouty lower lip, but that only added to her appeal.

He decided her mouth was made for uninhibited love. His eyes wandered over the tight, short dress that accentuated her long, shapely legs, her lean waist and her high, full breasts.

Bruno was reeled back to reality when, rather than accepting her hand, Charlton reached towards her nipples and halting just short of contact, began braying in a falsetto voice. 

"Come in Station TEAT, Do you read me? Come in Station TEAT."

Ginger froze, except for a crimson blush that must have started at her toes and now spread across her face. The short one was smiling as he took a swig of his beer. He'd seen this sophmoric performance before.

Charlton looked at Bruno, nodded in Ginger's direction and said, "We went to high school together," as if that explained his gross actions.

Standing abruptly and knocking over his beer in the process, Bruno flipped a french-fry at Charlton's chest and tersely replied, "I don't care where you know the lady from, you're out of line." 

Moving in so close to Charlton, he could discern the many blackheads on his nose, Bruno warned him, "Knock it off or I'll make mush out of your fuckin' nose."

Shaken by the threat, Charlton backed away, lost his balance, and sat down on the corner of the table in the middle of a pool of spilled beer. 

The short one found this funny enough that Bruno dismissed him as a potential second threat.

Still laughing, the short one said, "Come on Charlton, ole buddy, let's get the fuck outta here before he cleans your clock for you."

Charlton roughly pulled his arm away from his friend and glowered at Bruno. And the still bemused short one finished his beer, and put his arm around Charlton's shoulder while maneuvering him towards the exit. 

"Hey, come on now, how many times I gotta tell you not to fuck wit the ladies?"

They left without another word and the rest of the bar crowd turned away resuming their interrupted conversations.

"I'm sorry I let him get that far," Bruno said, hating himself because she'd caught him staring at her breasts.

In all fairness to Bruno, as Ginger gasped first from fright and then from the chivalrous manner in which this stranger told that creep off, her lungs were taking in large amounts of air. Ginger seemed to take no offense at Bruno's staring.

Actually, Ginger was highly excited. She couldn't recall a guy standing up for her, ever. And this guy was a dreamboat, tall, dark and handsome. 

Making up her mind in an instant, she took Bruno's right hand and shook it.

"Thank you. That was very nice of you." She purred, trying to recall how Marilyn Monroe would have done it.

She held his hand tightly and looking into his eyes, summoned up her most seductive smile, "Come on with me, I'm with some guy back there, but I'll tell him you're a high school classmate. He won't mind. Come on, join us."

"Okay," said Bruno, enjoying her touch and noticing that her hand was moist from perspiration. 

They returned to her place in the back with his hand resting lightly on her waist. It was more crowded here than the front. Couples were leaning on each other, some were kissing, and others were casually groping one another.

'So this is where the action is,' Bruno thought, trying to absorb it all. Then he was being introduced to Ginger's companion.

"This is Jerome," Ginger said, gaily waving her hand indifferently at a very disturbed burly type. "Jerome, this is...err, David. We went to high school together."

Bruno readied himself for a confrontation. The beers consumed earlier and his successful showdown with Charlton buoyed his confidence. The hairs at the nape of his neck rose up and he curled his fingers into fists. 

Jerome saw Bruno square his shoulders and position himself on the balls of his feet and realized that the guy was ready to fight. 

Bruno's testosterone surged to new highs and he waited for Jerome to do something, anything that he might consider sufficient to provoke him into swinging a fist into his face.

His nostrils widened as he inhaled the musky aroma drifting up to him from Ginger. Bruno literally seethed with tension. 

"Hi Jerome," he said with sarcasm, "You gonna hang around her much longer?" 

His eyes challenged Jerome; his voice belligerent, sounding hoarse, whispery and dangerous. 

The bartender stood nearby, behind the bar, waiting for the fight to begin and nervously reached for the small bat hidden behind the bar.

Ginger felt an electrical current surge in her loins. 'Was this guy gonna fight Jerome over her?' She thought. She couldn't recall the last time she was this excited, and then did. 'What was I then, thirteen, maybe?' She had peed her pants that time. Nervously she gnawed at her lip. "Gawd!" She said in awe of the situation. 

Her nostrils flared, Ginger moved closer to Bruno, intentionally brushing his thigh with her hip. Being occupied with the perceived threat of Jerome, Bruno didn't notice. 

Ginger continued her less than discreet exploration, touching his muscular arm and felt its hardness. He had her so excited she began to secrete juices from within the dark confines of her cunt. Her nipples were distended, pressing outward against the thin material of her dress, obvious to the onlookers of whom there were several.

"Err, David... Jerome was just leaving, wasn't you Jerome?" Ginger, obviously nervous asked then bit her lip.

Jerome, his eyes downcast, wanted no part of any confrontation with Bruno, rose up from his barstool. He was at least four inches taller than Bruno, but size was not the issue here. He was reeling from Ginger's rejection and had no heart for a confrontation. He thought it a waste of his time since she'd made it obvious this Bruno guy was her choice for the evening. Besides, the way he felt he'd probably get his ass kicked by this smaller, but determined hardass.

"Yeah! I'm leaving," he said, staring directly at Bruno. He turned to Ginger. "As far as I'm concerned you're a waste of fuckin' time." 

He threw a three-dollar tip on the bar, spun away from them and stalked out.

Ginger moved closer to Bruno and looked up at his face. 'My Gawd,' she thought, 'he's got the sexiest eyes, ohhhh! If only I...."

"Don't think for a minute that I'm gonna buy you drinks all night," Bruno said, disappointed that he hadn't had a chance to fight. His tone conveyed some hostility and interrupted her reverie.

The bartender approached and inquired if Bruno wanted anything to drink. Taking the three dollars, Bruno tossed it to the bartender and said, "Yeah! Gimme a Heineken."

The bartender knew the money was his tip, but didn't want any trouble. He was grateful no fight had broken out.

"What's your name?" Ginger asked as she pressed a thigh against Bruno's leg. 

'What the hell am I doing? I'm really coming' on to this guy. Whew! I've got the hots for him.'

"Bruno," he replied tersely, wondering why he was acting so belligerently. He was looking over her shoulder into the corner where a couple... if he could believe his eyes, appeared to be fucking.

"Hey Ginger," he said off-handedly, "check 'em out over in the corner there."

Ginger turned in that direction. The girl had her rear to the guy and her skirt was hiked up and from her gyrations he was definitely putting it to her. 

"Oh yeah, that's Annabel and...and I think his name is Mike. She likes to fuck in public places."

Bruno had never watched anyone screwing before and stammered, "I never...."

"He just takes it out and she straddles him. No sense in wearing undies if ya gonna get laid. As long as she don't go ape-shit hardly anybody notices." Ginger tossed this off with a casual air.

Bruno was entranced as he followed Annabel's slow motion gyrating up and down, 'She's right,' he thought, 'if you didn't study them, you'd never think anything of it.'

"Are you married?" she asked, filing his name away. She hadn't noticed any ring, but these days, who could tell?

Startled by the question, which was totally unexpected, he told the truth. "No. Why'd you ask that?"

"Cause ya seem so..." she paused, searching for the right word, "cocky." She smiled realizing the double meaning that implied. 

"Err, you're not...ya know? Well, ya seem comfortable around me...most single guys, um... they um...." 

Stuck, Ginger changed direction. "That's good! That you're not married, ya know, 'cause I don't go out with married guys. There's no percentage in it."

Bruno didn't pick up on the underlying message. He was staring intently at Ginger's nipples, still prominent as they strained against her dress.

"You know," Bruno rasped, "you gotta great body Ginger."

His words washed over Ginger, and filled her pores. She heard them all right, but between taking in his good looks, remembering his chivalry, and the compliments he was paying her, he'd moved her to a nether world. A dreamy place, where it seemed as if he were laving her cunt with his tongue. 

Coming back to reality, Ginger murmured in a quavering voice, "We don't have to stay here," wondering at the same time why she'd said it.

"Where do you live?" Bruno inquired.

"Brooklyn," Ginger answered before thinking. 'Oh, shit!' Ginger thought. 'Now he'll dump me. No one wants to travel that far, and what am I gonna do, introduce him to my father?'

"Okay," he replied anxious to get her out of the bar and alone. "Let's go, I'll get us a cab." 

Risking a last glance over Ginger's shoulder he saw Annabel deftly tucking Mike's cock back into his pants.

Putting his arm around Ginger, he pulled her close and felt her pliant breast against him, instant erection for Bruno. Ginger noticed the bulge in his pants and licked her lips which had dried despite the lipstick adhering to them. Composing herself, she settled her arm around Bruno's waist, in the process marveling at the muscles in his back. 

Holding her close, Bruno led her outside where the few straggling passerby's were wilting in the oppressive air. There was no breeze. The night air was heavy and difficult to breathe. It was the kind of hot, humid night that would cost some elderly people their lives. But Ginger and Bruno weren't feeling that kind of heat.

After scanning the street for a cab and finding none Bruno decided to kiss her for the first time. Ginger's hungry mouth opened like a baby sparrow's anticipating a worm. She was clearly the hungrier aggressor. Bruno permitted her to lead the way. He still couldn't believe his luck. Bringing her body closer to his, Bruno felt her breasts crushed up against his chest. Ginger, caving into a wave of lust, ground her pelvis against him, almost desperate in her craving to feel his hard cock pressing against her. Her tongue ravaged his mouth. 

Gasping for air, nostrils flared, she broke off the kiss. 

From the corner of his eye, Bruno spotted a cab approaching from the opposite direction and hailed it. The driver responded by serving across several lanes of traffic in a hasty U-turn and cruised to a stop beside them.

Opening the door, Bruno allowed Ginger to enter first. She bent her head and stepped in as Bruno admired the close up view of her ass clinging to the material of her dress. He followed her into the cab.

"Where to, Mac?" the driver asked.

Bruno glanced at Ginger looking for help.

"Brooklyn, err, Flatbush and DeKalb," she told the driver.

"You got it," the driver replied, and pulled away from the curb, happy with a long trip and the hefty tip it promised.

Bruno had his arm around Ginger, who snuggled closer. They kissed again. Bruno's hand cupped Ginger's breast and she moaned into his mouth. He flicked a turgid nipple inadvertently with a finger causing Ginger to sever the kiss and groan pleasurably. 

Bruno, thinking he'd hurt her started to apologize.

"No, no," Ginger sighed with some intensity. 

"It's okay. Go ahead, touch 'em. I like...I want you too."

Bruno opened the top three buttons of her dress. Ginger leaned against him, her breath ragged, her eyes closed. A breast toppled out. Bruno took the nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it while his fingers traced the underside of her breast. 

As he licked her breast he blanched momentarily from the stale taste of sweat that had accumulated on her unwashed body from her dancing the night before.

'Fuck it,' Bruno told himself, 'it ain't gonna kill me.' 

He reached in and extracted the other breast, kneading them together and marveling at their pear-shaped fullness. Her nipples sprang out almost an inch from silver dollar sized aureole. 

To Bruno, they were irresistible. He took turns licking and gently nipping at them with his teeth. Ginger's hand passed through his hair and continued lower where she gently caressed his neck. Bruno found himself captivated by her breasts and using both hands, crushed them together before allowing his face to fall between them. 

Nuzzling them, he licked upwards through the valley and to her throat. He sucked on her throat long and hard enough to leave a hickey.

Ginger lay passive, luxuriating in the attention her breasts were receiving.

He returned to her breasts, kissing and licking around one while rolling the nipple on the other between his fingers. He gloried in their fullness. 'Real tits,' he told himself. 'None of that artificial silicone shit.' Then he registered an unpleasant fact about Ginger. She wasn't very clean. He had already tasted her sweat and now his nostrils absorbed her body odor. She wore no perfume or cologne. Bruno shrugged it off. 

'She's got a great body and she wants to fuck. Nobody's perfect.' He continued exploring her body.

Ginger's hand was also busy, gliding along, opening shirt buttons, bearing his hairy chest; moving down across his firm stomach to his belt only to withdraw, then to reconnoitered along his leg until she found his groin. There she paused. Then, like an animal having sniffed the air for potential predators and satisfied herself no danger lurked close at hand she resumed moving her fingers again, searching for his cock, locating it, gripped it firmly and squeezed. 

She began to knead it, delighting in its great size. Ginger started to unzip Bruno's fly, but realizing they were approaching Brooklyn, hesitated and instead contented herself with fondling him as she considered where to take him once they reached DeKalb. 

"Ummm mmm." groaned Bruno in pleasure, as his fingers worked feverously to open the remaining buttons of the dress in the darkness of the cab as it sped towards Brooklyn.

Suddenly the bright lights of the Williamsburg Bridge flickered into the cab as they crossed the river, affording Bruno and the driver, their first clear view of Ginger's fine, lithe body. 

Bruno glanced toward the front of the cab and caught the driver's eyes on them in the rear-view mirror. "Watch the road, Buddy," he grunted, "I'll handle the backseat, you got the front."

Ginger made no attempt to cover herself from the drivers prying eyes.

"Yeah, right," morosely replied the driver, who continued sneaking glimpses of the activities on the back seat as the cab wove its way through the light traffic and entered Brooklyn.

Bruno's hand traveled up under her dress. "Lift up." He commanded.

Ginger complied and the thin dress was raised to her waist. The cab swerved, as the driver and Bruno both saw Ginger wore no panties. Regaining control, the cabby tore his eyes from the rear view mirror, swearing to himself under his breath. 

'Christ,' the cabbie thought, 'he's gonna fuck her in my cab,' He gripped the steering wheel tightly, hardly taking his eyes from the rear-view mirror. 'Maybe I'll get some too.' And with that gratifying thought in mind, concentrated on his driving again. 

As Bruno's fingers traced their way toward Ginger's curly pubic hair, she gently restrained him.

"No, don't do that, not there. I've...I've got the rag on."

To support this statement she reached down and found the cord from the Tampax inserted inside her and placed it in Bruno's hand. 

"See?" she murmured shyly.

"I don't care," he said, although he was bitterly disappointed in being denied access to those sweet rose-petal lips. Then recovering his sensibilities, he countered, "I'll only touch it on the outside, how's that?" 

And not waiting for her approval, he began drawing his fingers tenderly along the outer folds of her silky-sheened labia.

"No, don't," she whimpered, incredibly aroused. "You'll make a mess. I'm not ready for that."

"No. No I won't," Bruno argued, quietly pleading his case. "I'm just gonna touch ya here, see?" Shifting his attack slightly to her thighs and then moving back in to trace across her labia majora once again.

Ginger closed her thighs, trapping his hand. She cursed herself. 'I'm a stupid shit, for going out looking for it with the rag on.'

She pondered his statement. He's lying, she thought, however, her body began to betray her, but...oh, Gawd, lookit him.

And she succumbed to her desire, gently squeezing his swollen cock again. Bruno picked that moment to reach out with his free hand and touch her face. Ginger uttered a subdued sigh, savoring the gentleness of his caress and revealed her increasing desire to him as she relaxed the pressure of her thighs on his hand. Bruno wasted no time and brushed his finger across her clit, which he found slippery as mucus. Ginger could not contain her ecstasy and cried out.

"Oh, yeahhh! Yeah, do that!

He did.

"Oh, Gawd... Yeah! Yeah!" And raised her head to kiss and suck on his lips; to suck his tongue tenderly back into her mouth; savoring the taste of beer and cigarettes she found there. 

Her fingernails traced the length of his cock. Lustfully she thought, 'My Gawd, it goes on and on, he's hung like a horse.'

Bruno's response to her kiss was more aggressive than earlier and their tongues explored the nooks and crannies of each other's mouth. Satisfied at having aroused her, Bruno slowed his attack on her cunt. He abandoned the idea of forcing his finger into her cunt; instead he applied pressure to her mound with the palm of his hand and every so often, permitted a finger or his thumb to stroke her clit as they continued the kiss.

Bruno summed the situation up in his mind. 'She needs a fuckin' bath, this broad. She gotta fantastic built, but I gotta draw the line somewhere. Christ, I licked her ear and got a tongue full of wax. I sucked her tit and lapped sour sweat. Wonder when's the last time she washed?'

He tickled her clit, causing Ginger to moan with craving. She broke the soul kiss to ethereally cry out, "YESSS!"

"Oh, Christ! Ohhhh that feels so good!"

His confidence soared. He promised himself he would make her lick the sweat off his balls later. Bruno was still talking to himself, 'And her fuckin breath, it's foul. She's got bad breath and God knows what the fuck she eats.'




Ginger & Bruno



Then he smiled to himself. 'Look who's talking, did I shower this morning?' 

Even as Ginger moaned into his ear he was still thinking along those lines. 'What about all that beer I sucked up earlier. Fuck it, I ain't no prize either. If she can take me, I can take her. Except I ain't gonna eat her, not with the rag on. Ugh, no way.'

"Flatbush and DeKalb, folks," the driver called out, turning and looking his shoulder at them. Ginger quickly wriggled her dress back down and started buttoning up.

"Err, driver," she said; "go down DeKalb another two blocks." Ginger stopped buttoning and thought about a place for them. 'The Rossi's,' and suddenly filled with exhilaration at the thought. 'They're in Italy! No one's home, we can use their porch, it's late, it's dark, yeah it'll work fine.'

"Here driver," Ginger instructed, "right here." 

The cab pulled up to a house with a screened front porch. Bruno thinking with his cock assumed Ginger lived here. He paid off the driver, who looked at him pleadingly. Hoping to be invited to join in the fucking he knew would begin shortly, the driver raised the courage to ask, "Kin I hang wit you guys a while? I got nowhere's to go. Slow night ya know?"

Bruno was amused by the driver's request and held the door open for a moment before pushing against it, closing it with a soft click. "No thanks," he grinned, "three's a crowd." 

Bruno turned away, taking Ginger's hand and escorted her up the steps to the screened porch door. The driver quietly cursed his bad luck and drove away into the night.

The coolness of the breeze whipping in on them from the cab ride was forgotten as the oppressive heat rose up from the steamy street and enveloped them. Opening the screen door, Bruno followed Ginger inside. She made no move to open the front door, casually tossing her purse into a corner of the porch.

Perplexed, Bruno said, "I promise to be quiet. I don't wanna wake your folks up."

Ginger smiled and came into his arms and ground her cunt against his rigid hardon. He sucked on her lower lip, enjoying its swollen fullness. She allowed the kiss to continue working her tongue into his mouth and dueling with his tip to tip. Abruptly she broke away, pulled her sweat-stained dress over her head, tossed it away and squatted nude in front of him.

"Right here, right now." Ginger said with wanton huskiness.

Bruno stripped and hunkered down on the floor with her. He reached between her legs and pulled her Tampax out throwing it in the musty corner near her purse. His gaze lingered on her cunt, the night shadows made a clear look at it impossible, but the streetlight some yards away provided enough light to let him discern it was wet and glistening. 

Ginger unhurriedly lowered herself to the floor, spread her legs and wrapped them around him. In a naked embrace, they explored each other's body.

Bruno teased her nipples with his thumbs before lowering his mouth to them. As he sucked upon them Ginger started humming for she felt the heat in her cunt begin to boil. She grabbed his cock and squeezed it hard. Nothing gave; it was as though she were squeezing a steel bar. She launched into a languid masturbation, enjoying the feel of his precum as it oozed out of his slit and onto her hand. Marveling at his size, she gripped him with both hands and toyed with his cock.

'What the fuck,' she thought, 'my period's almost finished.' And she hungrily inserted him into the portal of her cunt. Bruno reacted automatically by raising his hips and thrusting inward. Ginger was wet enough to accept him fully after only three thrusts. 

They began fucking frantically, clasping one another in a death clinch, rolling and tumbling over the filthy porch floor, like socks in a washing machine. Bruno wanted everything. He withdrew his cock from her cunt, and placed his blood-encrusted cock in her mouth. Ginger accepted this, sucking and licking his cock with abandon. Reveling in the taste of herself and his cock.

'His gorgeous cock,' she thought as she fondled his balls. 'Ohhhh, I gotta lick those balls,' and so she did, taking them one at a time into her mouth.

Bruno, jubilant from her cocksucking, reprimanded himself for not going down on her. I can't. It's disgusting. He grimaced. The fuckin blood and the fishy smell. No way, I can fuck her but I can't eat her.

Instead, he inserted two fingers deep in her gaping cunt, and methodically moved them in and out in synch with her muscular contractions. Ginger's cunt was wet with clots of blood and juices and as Bruno began using his thumb on her clit, he brought her off. Watching in awe, at her rippling belly muscles and frantically pumping pelvis as her orgasm approached.

Lost in lust and succumbing to the need to have her pussy sucked, Ginger's body betrayed her mind, and Bruno heard her throaty voice croak out, "I want a woman! I need a woman, now!"

His male ego shattered, he responded by slapping her face hard with his free hand. 

Unconsciously, he continued finger fucking her. For her part, Ginger wanted him to hit her again. Aware that she was acting like a bitch, she'd lost all self-respect for the moment. 

She was confused, in heat and craved even more satisfaction. 'Hadn't she come already? Didn't she want this lug to fuck her again? What had caused her to say she wanted a woman?'

Then Ginger realized that she did want a woman's mouth on her; and she did want him to fuck her. She wanted both and more.

Bruno had an urge to strike her face again, but didn't. Instead he slapped her ass. The sharp crack of his hand on her ass rang out into the night and for a moment Bruno thought they'd wake her parents with the noise. 

Ginger shrieked, but failed to move away from his punishing hand. This lack of resistance to his assault gave her away. Bruno sensed that Ginger liked it, wanted to be punished. He slammed her ass ten times before stopping. Then his fingers entered her cunt and found it sopping wet with her juices. Withdrawing the fingers and without rancor he raised his hand again and smacked her cunt flush on the lips.

Ginger groaned. "Ohhh, you fucker! Oh, you fucking bastard!"

He worked his index finger up her ass, twisted it in as far as he could and pulled it out only to stick the finger in her mouth. Ginger, coming hard, began to flop on the floor like a fish out of water, eagerly sucking the remnants of shit off Bruno's finger.

Ruthless in his quest for revenge, he taunted Ginger, asking permission to fuck her ass, knowing the answer before she did.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, ram it up there," she panted. "Can we get a woman too?" she sniveled ever hopeful he could work a miracle even at this hour, in this place.

"Bitch you better shut your mouth!" He snarled.

Cowering from his tirade, she lay on her back; Bruno placed her legs on his shoulders and shoved her soiled dress and then his pants under her ass. This put her asshole into an assailable position. He spit on his cock and began to work it into her ass. Ginger bent her knees, pulling them back to her chest, knowing from frequent use of her dildo back there that this would help his cock ream her ass. 

He was surprised with the ease of entry. She was tight, but he met with almost no resistance. Bruno stopped for a moment then pulled back an inch or so before her ass pushed back at him and he lunged hard, his cock rammed forward, fully penetrating her asshole. 

Ginger moaned with a joyous pain. "Ughhhh! Oh...yeah!"

"Like it up your ass do you?"

"Yeah! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!"

Realizing he was nearing his first climax, Bruno resorted to short, quick strokes while holding on to Ginger's shoulders. As his climax approached, Bruno told himself he'd send the bitch home with an ache in her belly; he'd ream out every wrinkle in her ass.

"Yeah! Here I come! He grunted, exulting as he imagined making her ovaries incandescent with his lightning bolts of cum; conveniently forgetting which hole he was fucking. Rising up, Bruno pulled his cock out of her ass with a soft pop, spurting the remainder of his load onto Ginger's belly.

A car's headlights exposed them as it drove by. Ginger wondered if they'd been spotted. 

Bruno'd seen it too, and thinking it was the police, reached for his white shorts. As he pulled them on over his steadily shrinking cock, he was agitated to find them covered with dust, grime and blood. 

As his lust waned, he took in his surroundings for the first time and figured that the house was empty and had been for some time. 

He glanced at Ginger and found her carefully regarding him.

"Christ," he said, "we were fuckin' in a pig sty. We're as filthy as this fucking floor! Where'd ya find this fucking place?"

"I... I didn't know it was this bad." She said haltingly, fearful of his wrath. "I just knew it was available. Ya know, I...I mean I never used it before...." she ended lamely. 

"Umm . . . ya got something to wipe this... cum offa me?" Ginger hesitatingly.

"Fuck it," Bruno said glumly and finished pulling on his pants. He bent down and tossed Ginger's dress to her. She caught it and using the hem, wiped his semen off herself then drew it on over her shoulders. Bruno watched, somewhat disappointed, as her gorgeous body disappeared from view in the dim lighting the porch provided.

Ginger looked at Bruno rather wistfully, and spoke shyly, embarrassed at how the whole thing had turned out. 

"I... err, gotta go."

"Lookit," he began, but she interrupted him.

"I mean I gotta pee."

"Oh, yeah, of course," he replied, wondering where she could possibly piss at this hour.

Ginger squatted in the near corner, making sure her dress was hiked up enough not to interfere with the flow, and released a torrid stream. Bruno took this in and when she'd finished he stepped forward and emptied his bladder in the same area, creating a minor flood.

Zipping up his fly, Bruno turned to face Ginger and resumed talking. 

"Um, listen...Ginger; I'm sorry I slapped you back then. I mean the slap to your face." 

Haltingly, he reached out and took her hand. "Maybe we could try this again. I think you're a great broad, ya know. . . ."

Ginger stood there waiting for him to finish. She just wanted to go home, worried that her father would meet her coming in. She knew she looked terrible and he would know... he would certainly know what she'd been up to. She was also concerned that Bruno would follow her home. She didn't want him to know where she lived. 

'This whole thing was a bad idea,' she thought.

The air around them was still and humid. The added stench of their urine drove them from the porch to the street. Side by side they drifted down the block, leaving their fouled love nest behind them. 

It wasn't much better. The smell of rancid butter gravitated to their nostrils from an unlidded garbage can. With practically no breeze, the stench hovered over the street, cloyingly distasteful, causing Bruno to wave his arm as though cleaving a machete through jungle brush to clear the air. They moved further on down the street, where they stopped. Both saturated with perspiration and grime.

Bruno leaned towards her, his hair plastered to his forehead, but then held back, thinking, 'I can't kiss her. She's sucked me off and she had the rag on; and I stuck a shitty finger inner mouth. Shit!' 

He was unable to overcome his revulsion. But realized he was not sure which of them disgusted him more.

For her part, Ginger realized his dilemma and inwardly cringed. She rubbed her hands on the front of her dress and felt the spongy traces of semen still clinging there. Unconsciously, she rubbed it into the material as she tossed her head in a futile attempt to jounce the hair from its new home over her right eye. Disconsolate, Ginger began talking to herself.

'I must disgust him. What a slut I am. I never should'a let him take me here. Lookit me, I'm a fuckin' mess!'

She was surprised she wasn't crying. She certainly felt like crying. Feeling sorry for herself, she thought, 'Probably got menstrual blood on my face. Jesus, I'm filthy. He's filthy. He's right! It was a pigsty and I led him to this friggin' place and we rolled all over it and then peed in the corner.'

A tear formed in the corner of her left eye.

'I hope to Gawd that nobody shit on that floor before we got there. Naw, I guess not, we'd of smelled it by now.' Shaking her head once forlornly, she managed a wan smile as she considered her fate this night. I'm filthy, sure, but worse, he didn't get me off like I thought he would. 

Emerging from her reverie, Ginger realized Bruno was talking to her. "Oh, sorry. What'd you say?"

"Um, ya wanna gimme your number?"

"Oh, sure," she said, the lie came out automatically, "its 458-3901," tossing the number out as though it was confetti. Then she glared at him defiantly before turning away to face the bleak street. 

Dutifully, he wrote it down. Ginger was startled when he suddenly yanked the purse from under her arm and rummaged through it until he found her I.D. and compared it with the information she'd given him. 

"You cunt!" He spat out at her. "You lying cunt!" He snarled and backhanded her across the face, causing a trickle of blood to run from her nose.

"So you want a woman do you?" He roared in the empty streets. "My cock's not good enough for you?"

She cringed before him and stammered, "I...I...didn't mean anything. Please don't hit me again." Her hands covered her face as she cowered before his rage.

"No Ginger," he said, having calmed down a little. "You don't understand. I ain't gonna hit you again." 

He bit his lip with a concern that hadn't revealed itself earlier. "You sure got a knack for pissing me off, okay? Fact is, I'm sorry I hit you in the first place."

His hand moved out to cup her chin as he studied her face. "I kinda figured you'd fuck me on the number. It wouldn't have been the first time, but still, it hurt, ya know?" 

He wiped a tear from his eye. Ginger saw that his remorse was genuine. Reaching into his back pocket he produced a clean handkerchief and dabbed at the trickle of blood flowing from her nose. Somewhat confused, Ginger took the handkerchief from him and sniffled into it. 

'What is it with this guy,' she wondered as he wrote down her phone number and an address in the Village along with another address in Brooklyn.

He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. Ginger closed her eyes, and sighed, her nose was no longer bleeding. Tentatively, she leaned against him, pressing her breast into his side. 'This is strange,' she thought, 'he feels so good against me.

"Listen to me now," his voice was gruff, but no trace of anger remained. He confronted Ginger, placing both hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes. "Tomorrow, at seven, I'm gonna pick you up at your place in the Village." 

Ginger's eyes were downcast. 

"You hear me?" 

A pathetic looking Ginger nodded that she did.

"Okay." Bruno licked his lip and continued. I admit I got kinda pissed at ya when you called out about wanting a woman. You put a dent in my pride, you understand?"

Ginger nodded again, now looking up at his face. She found herself riveted by the depth of his brown eyes. Even with the dim lighting they seemed to be calling her, telling her to dive into their bottomless pools. 

"You be ready for me, hear?"

Again she nodded.

"If you really want a woman so much...um, I'll take you to my friend's place over in Hoboken. You'll like him. He's... well, ya know, he looks like Buddha and his bar... well, it caters to Lesbians. You come with me and Fria'll set you up."

"Are you serious?" This was unheard of, she couldn't believe her ears.

"Sure! Look, I never been there before, but we go way back. You can look the girls over and pick yourself a partner. Fria, that's his name, will set you up. Course, she's gotta be available. But you'll have your woman and me too."

She gave him a quizzical look.

"Yeah, I come with the deal." Bruno said and paused to catch his breath.

Ginger was getting excited again. She was thinking about wrapping her legs around him and forcing another fuck out of him. She knew she'd come this time. She had the buzz already.

"Now ya gotta take a bath before you meet me tomorrow." Bruno uttered these words with parental authority. 

Her buzz left abruptly. 'Who the fuck does he think he is?' She thought.

"I mean it," he continued, "I want to taste your cunt. I really do. But... I couldn't. I never have done it with a woman before... going down I mean, and I'd like it if you were my first." 

Bruno moved closer. His lips only a fraction of an inch from hers. "I wanna kiss your mouth and I wanna stick my tongue up your ass, but I'm sorry... you gotta be cleaner than you are right now."

Stunned, Ginger told herself she couldn't have heard him right. Still, she readied herself for his kiss and closed her eyes.

It never came. 

Bruno rambled on. "I just can't bring myself to do it tonight, what with you having your period and all. Lookit you. You really need to be scrubbed down. You know what we'd a done to you in the Navy?" 

Not waiting for a reply, he continued, "We'd have thrown you in the shower and scrubbed you down with a Brillo pad, or wire brush. Then, because you're a broad, we'd have gang-banged you. But you would have been clean."

Ginger looked at him horrified. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be saying this to her. Images flashed through her mind. Her mother badgering her to clean up; to clean her room; to wash the makeup off her face. 

Oh Gawd, she thought mortified; it was all coming back to haunt her.

"So, um... I'll see ya tomorrow, okay?" He asked in a voice so gentle the hairs on her arms stood up.

Clean yourself up, she thought, getting angry. What the hell was he saying now, the bastard?

"Where's the subway, Ginger? I'll never get a cab at this hour."

Tomorrow? He wants me to go to Jersey with him tomorrow?

Biting her lip to refrain from saying something that would bring on another wallop, she took a moment to think, then pointed him in the opposite direction and said, "About five, maybe six blocks that way."

"Yeah, well . . . I'm out of here." And he strode off in the wrong direction.

Now, Ginger said to herself, how the fuck do I get back to the Village?

*****

Dear reader: Please let me know if I should pick this story up and have Bruno take Ginger to Hoboken the next evening.