CHAPTER 1

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Squinting from the sun, Greg's eyes followed the evenly tanned young beauty as she walked by him sipping on a coke, her long flowing honey blonde hair reaching almost to her waist. She was tall, 5' 10" with a body to kill for. His eyes lustfully scanned from her toe-ringed feet up her long tapered legs to her firm rounded buttocks. As she walked away, the sensuous motion of her ass cheeks had his complete attention.

"Damn," he muttered to himself, "she certainly is a fine piece of work."

As much as he enjoyed seeing her completely nude, the thin string of her hot pink thong was sexy as hell and his dick began to grow hard at the beautiful sight. He wanted to fuck her right then and now, but the guests for the Clam Digger party would be arriving soon.

His reverie was broken by the husky sound of his son's voice. "Dad? Mom just called. I know you don't really want to talk to her right now, so I told her you weren't here."

Greg looked up at his handsome face, "Thanks Jarred. I'll call her later."

"She's really pissed off about having to account for my trust money."

"I'm not surprised. She must have received Harry's little note about a civil suit if she's misused your money. I've been after her for the past three years for an accounting and she has never provided one. In a few weeks you'll be 18, and you'll officially be an adult. She has to turn control of the money over to you."

Greg shifted his body on the chase lounge, his attention being distracted momentarily by the flash view of bare tit and nipple rings. Returning his attention to his son, he added, "I know your mother. She's a greedy selfish bitch. She's always considered the money to be rightfully hers. Frankly, I don't think there's a dime left in the account, not that she ever spent any of it on you. She's in a panic Jarred."

Jarred's grandparents had set up the trust when Jarred was born. Greg hoped that Debbie had abused it over the past three years, and if she had, he had her.

Greg and his ex-wife had been at war for the past ten years, from the moment he was served divorce papers without warning. She had blindsided him completely. The first clue was when he discovered that the bank account was drained down to five dollars when he needed some cash. Then he found that all the joint credit cards were maxed out from cash advances. By the time it was all over, Debbie had cleaned his clock. She got everything, the cash and the house he inherited from his father. All the stocks he had accumulated went to pay the damned attorneys, both his and hers. Just to get cash to live on for a few months he had to sell his beloved Mercedes and drive an oil-burning clunker.

Naturally, she was awarded custody of Jarred. All he got was visiting rights to see him every other weekend, Wednesday nights, and two weeks in the summer, plus a few holidays here and there. Even that she took away from him. As soon as the divorce was settled, she sold the house and moved half way across the continent to the Atlantic coast.

Even so, she was insistently badgering him for more money. He didn't begrudge money to pay the tuition and other expenses for the private school, but he refused to allow the money to flow through her hands, and that pissed her off. When Jarred needed braces, Greg contacted the orthodontist and paid him directly. She took him to court numerous times seeking an increase of the amount of child support, but she was never successful, thanks to his attorney Harry DuBois, who saw to it that the final divorce decree was indeed final. Even so he was generous towards his son, she just had to prove the expenses were extraordinary.

Greg reflected how much Jarred had matured over the past three years. He was really proud of this boy who had just completed high school as valedictorian, winning a full academic scholarship to State U. Physically he was tall and well built, very muscular from weight training. He carried himself with easy confidence and grace. He had his mother's good looks, not girlish but very handsome with short blonde hair and deep penetrating blue eyes. Greg had seen how girls reacted to him; they positively melted, and he had his way with them almost at will.

The first guests began arriving for the party. Greg was amused to see Jarred swamped by two girls. They both had him around the neck, jumping up and down and shrieking with youthful exuberance. It was obvious that they were glad to see him.

"Honey," said Heather, "Debbie's on the line. She insists on talking to you right now."

"Fuck that bitch!"

"Look, you might as well get it over now," advised his wife of nine years.

"No, absolutely not! I don't want to talk to her, and I don't have to talk to her!"

As she leaned over him to whisper in his ear, her honey blonde hair brushed across his bare chest. "Just get it over so you can enjoy the party."

Heather's 38D breasts were straining the little top to her thong bikini, a fact that didn't go unnoticed.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits?"

"Now don't start, honey," she said coyly.

"Why not, I love you."

"I love you too. Now what about the phone?"

"Oh, alright. You know I can't refuse you."

Greg took the cordless receiver from her slender hand. Walking into the house so that no one could hear him vent his anger with the bitch, he went into the master bedroom and gazed out the French doors that led to the patio and pool. There she was, by the pool, laughing and talking to some of her friends. More guests were arriving. He watched as the teenaged men and women shed their jeans and tops, stripping down to their swimsuits. Almost every girl wore a thong bikini. Nostrils flaring, his eyes feasted on the scantily clad bodies and he idly wondered if the girls' parents had any idea what they were wearing or that before long, even that minimalist clothing would be gone.

Faint screechy-crackling sounds emanating from the telephone distracted him. "Greg! Greg! I know you're there! Pick up the phone! Damn you, pick up the phone Greg!"

He looked at the receiver and then gazed outside again adjusting his cock in his swim trunks. The faint screeching continued. Greg snorted, laying the live handset on the bed and then gazed back outside where the party was beginning. Some guy had his hand on his step-daughter's nearly bare butt and was working his hand into her cleft. He loved these parties.

It had been nearly ten years to the day that all hell broke loose as Debbie tried to destroy him. They had gotten married young, too young. They were both 17 and still in high school when he knocked her up. Debbie had to drop out of school because she was pregnant. Greg's dad insisted that he not drop out and he helped out financially to supplement Greg's meager wages as a waiter.

The baby was born a few months after his high school graduation. The only way he could possibly hope to adequately provide for his family was to enlist in the army. During boot camp Debbie and Jarred stayed with her family. After basic training she joined him living in base housing, nothing great, but far better than they could afford as civilians. Still there wasn't any money to spare on any luxuries; indeed his pay scale was so low he had to accept food stamps to feed them.

Hardships abounded. She resented being tied down to the baby, and didn't want any other kids; one was enough. Debbie pretty much just let herself go and by the time his two-year enlistment was up, she was overweight and looked like hell. Her bitchiness made Greg's life a living hell. Still he hung in there and tried to make the best of everything for the sake of his son Jarred.

After he was discharged, he enrolled in a Real Estate curriculum at Rockford Community College and worked with his dad at his real estate brokerage business. After two years of yeoman duty, he had started making a little money. Then his dad suddenly died of a heart attack. As Greg was too inexperienced and unqualified to take over the brokerage business, Joann Crosby, a senior agent who had been with the firm for many years, bought out the business from his father's estate. Joann turned out to be a good boss, fair but demanding, and the firm prospered under her command.

Greg's dad's estate was fairly substantial. He had the foresight to place his estate in various trust accounts with restrictions. A significant portion of the money was placed in a trust for Jarred, with the remainder being placed in trust for Greg, but not accessible until he was thirty. However, Greg's dad's house was paid for and it was his. It was a very nice house, far better than anything he and Debbie could hope to afford anytime soon. His dad also had a nearly new Mercedes, a top of line sedan, and now that too was his.

Greg was confident that things would be okay from now on, but Debbie became more and more unpleasant to be around. She resented Greg for 'ruining her life'. Their sex life became almost nonexistent. She hated oral sex and refused to be an active partner. Anal sex was out of the question as dirty and immoral, only something a disgusting pervert would do. Straight sex was grudgingly okay, but she always seemed to be too tired. For the most part Greg was left to his fantasies and his fist while Debbie read trashy romance novels.

"Greg, you are really disgusting," she said as he stroked his ample organ seeking relief.

"I'd rather fuck you, Deb, but you won't do it."

"No need to be anymore vulgar than you all ready are. I just don't feel good tonight."

"You never feel good."

"Well, if you had to chase after Jarred all day, you'd be tired too."

"You said you didn't feel good."

"Same thing."

"Same lame excuse!"

"Oh, grow up Greg! All you guys think about is sex. Look where it's gotten me."

"Hey, I know it hasn't been easy, but we're doing okay now."

"I should be graduating from college about now."

"I can't help that."

"It's all your fault."

"It takes two to screw!"

"You should have used condoms!"

"You were supposed to be on the pill!"

"Why is it always the girl's fault? You should take some responsibility."

"I have taken responsibility! For better or worse we're a couple and you need to start holding up your end."

"What do you mean? I cook, I clean, I watch after Jarred all damned day. I've given up my life."

"You need to spread'em for me too!"

"Oh, you really are vulgar! Go play with yourself somewhere else!"

Greg got up and angrily left the room.

As he left the room she called out, "Greg! Put on some pants. I don't want Jarred to see you naked!"

"No! He's asleep. Anyway that won't hurt him. It's not a big deal for him."

Once again he slept on the couch, anxious for daybreak and the opportunity to escape to the office. Just after daybreak he was waken by a gentle tapping on his cheeks.

"Hi, Daddy! Wha' you do'in?"

Greg opened his eyes and saw his five-year old son staring at him, baseball glove in hand. "Good morning, Jarred."

"Can we play today?"

Greg glanced at the clock. It was still early. "That's a good idea, son. How about if we get dressed and go outside and play catch before Daddy has to go to work."

"Can we!"

"You bet."

Greg got off the couch and headed to the bedroom. It wasn't the first time Jarred had seen his father naked and it didn't faze him in the least. "Go put on some pants, Buddy," Greg said to his son sending the boy scampering to his room to find a pair of shorts.

Jarred was a joy in Greg's life and he took every opportunity to be with his son. He liked spending time with the boy in the early morning, especially during the summer when the afternoons could be unbearably hot, and as long as he didn't have an early class he spent it with Jarred. Besides during the afternoon he was often with clients showing properties to prospective buyers.

As usual, Debbie was fast asleep and would sleep until it was time for Greg to leave the house. Greg dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and put on his old sneakers, then went to the kitchen to fix breakfast for Jarred and himself before playing catch for an hour or so.

When he arrived at the office later that morning he was pleasantly surprised to see that Joann had hired a new receptionist. She was young and pretty, about 5'3" with short auburn hair, and green eyes. She seemed somewhat overwhelmed even though she really wasn't doing anything at the moment. He was attracted to her immediately.

"May I help you sir?" she said with a friendly smile.

"I do hope you can," he answered. "I'm Greg Lockly." He paused waiting for some reaction. "I work here."

"Oh! I've got two messages for you Mr. Lockly."

"Call me Greg."

"Uh, er, a Mr. Kline called, and a Mary Stewart called. I wrote down their numbers." She rummaged around the few papers on her desk. "Let's see, here they are."

"Thank you, Miss ...," he said waiting for her to react, but she just dumbly stared at him. Gently he prodded, "And your name is?"

"Oh! I'm Ginger Barras. I just started this morning."

"Nice to meet you Ginger." He turned and headed towards his desk.

"Oh, Mr. Lockly, if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know."

He turned and thought to himself, 'There's a lot you can do for me Honey,' but instead replied, "It's Greg, just call me Greg."

She sort of bounced in the chair and cocked her head to one side and with a coy smile said, "Okay."

Over the next few weeks Greg found her to be scatter-brained, but engagingly cute. It was always a pleasure to see her in the morning, bright, cheerful, and seemingly clueless; a refreshing change from horrid Debbie. He couldn't help but flirt a little with her. She always battled her eyes, giggled and smiled innocently at him.

Late one afternoon after closing on a house, Greg felt like celebrating a little. He wanted someone just to talk to, someone to share his moment of happiness before getting the daily treatment from Debbie. It was about time to close the office and as Ginger gathered her things he asked her if she would like to go have a drink.

"But you're married."

"It's just a drink. I may be married but I'm not dead," he hopefully replied.

She thought for a moment, cocked her head, flashed a smile and then said, "Okay."

They went to a popular watering hole with a live country band and had first one, then two drinks. She was everything Debbie wasn't, or so it seemed. They had a wonderful time together and Greg didn't want the moment to end. Greg asked her if she would dance with him.

"I love to dance!" she gushed.

It had been years since Greg danced a two-step, but after an initially clumsy start, he got his feet moving in the right pattern, then the rhythm set in and soon he was gilding across the floor like he did before Jarred was born. Their second dance was a waltz, followed by another two-step. They returned to their booth laughing and ordered another round. Greg was happier than he'd been in a long time. Flirts turned to a little kiss, to a deep French kiss, to hands roaming up and down each other's legs. Suddenly she broke away and said, "I think we better go."

Greg didn't want to go. "What's the matter?"

"What about your wife? You're married. I'm not about to be a home breaker."

"Home's broken already," he said without thinking. "Look, for some reason my wife blames me for ruining her life."

She became very interested. "How come?"

Greg then proceeded to tell her about his life with Debbie and joy he got from Jarred. He concluded with, "Look, as far as she knows I'm with a client and that's fine with her because she doesn't have to deal with me. My only purpose to her is to bring home the bacon. There's no love there, that apparently died years ago if it ever existed in the first place."

"But you're so nice. So much fun to be with."

"Glad you think so." He looked down at the table suddenly feeling sorry for himself.

"You know Ginger, this is the most fun I've had in years. I really don't want to go home right now."

She touched his cheek with her slender hand and turned his head towards her, "How about if we go to my place?"

Greg wasted no time taking her up on the offer. As they left the club he saw a pay phone. "Ginger, wait right here for me. I need to call Debbie and tell her I'll be late."

He placed the call. "Deb, Greg. Look, I'm taking a client out for diner and maybe drinks later so I won't be home until late... I know you already have supper cooked... I'm sorry, but this is important... I don't know what you want from me, but I've got business to attend to... Well, if it'll make you happy, I closed on a house today, and the check has already been deposited... Look, I'll be there when I get there, so don't wait up for me... Fine! I'll sleep on the goddamn couch!"

He slammed down the phone, "Fucking bitch!"

They drove to her apartment that was only two blocks from the office. The apartment was a ground floor, one-bedroom efficiency, inexpensively but nicely furnished. She offered him a glass of white wine, as it was the only thing she had. She asked, "You want something to eat?"

Greg realized that he was indeed hungry. "Yeah, suddenly I'm very hungry."

She looked in the fridge that was nearly barren and then in her pantry. "I'm sorry Greg, I don't have anything here for us to eat."

"That's alright. Call up that Chinese joint next to the office. Order me something spicy, General-whose-it-chicken will be fine. Maybe some egg rolls."

They sat and chatted, sipping their wine, until the delivery guy showed up. Greg paid the bill. She had ordered several extra dishes that she put in the refrigerator for another day. No matter, Greg didn't mind at all. It was a small price to pay for an evening in her company.

After diner they sat on the sofa and she started rambling on about some inane topic. Greg took her in his arms and softly kissed her lips. Then with his tongue he outlined her lips with a feather touch before penetrating her mouth. He laid kisses on her cheeks, neck and ears and then back to her welcoming mouth where their tongues caressed each other.

His hands began to roam across her taut breasts and she moaned in obvious pleasure. Suddenly she broke it off and stood up. Greg pulled her back down on the sofa and he continued passionately kissing her. Responding to his renewed passion, she fervently kissed him back, their mouths fused as their tongues thrust and parried, probing, tasting and ravaging one another's mouth.

Soon her dress was on the floor as were her bra and panties. Greg laid on the kisses around her firm tits, in ever decreasing circles around her ripe, crinkled aureoles and rigidly erect nipples, setting fires of passion deep in her loins. Her breathing was heavy and her ripe mounds of womanly flesh were heaving as his kisses wandered from her nipple to her navel and then down her left leg.

He kissed and licked his way down to her feet where he licked and sucked each of her toes. Then his caressing tongue began its journey back up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs to her now sopping wet crotch. He brushed her moist pussy lips with his nose, inhaling the wonderful scent of her sex, and then he licked down her right leg to her toes, and then back up again to her red fur-lined pussy.

He teased her outer pussy lips with his tongue, licking up one side, then the other, increasing her sexual tension. Dragging his tongue sideways across her slit, her legs uncontrollably twitched with each swipe of his tongue. Then using his thumbs to separate her now blood engorged vaginal lips he drove his tongue deep into her genitals. He was rewarded with the intoxicating flavor of her now freely flowing secretions. It had been a long time since he tasted pussy and he ground his entire face into her, stimulating her clit with his nose, as his long tongue fucked her sweet vagina.

Ginger felt the first barely perceptible beginnings of the fire preceding her orgasm. Soon the fire was raging out of control and her orgasm exploded. The spasms in her pussy made her buck about wildly until she ripped away from his wonderfully pleasing mouth.

Before she knew it, he had her legs over his shoulders and he was rubbing his oozing cock head up and down her slippery slit. Effortlessly the glistening head of his long thick dick slipped through the two sets of sensitive pussy lips and into the mouth of her cuntal canyon. Her eyes went wide as she realized the large caliber of his 8-inch organ.

Slowly, gently, the penetrated her, filling her like she'd never been filled before, giving her ample time to adjust to his size, but relentlessly driving his thick cock deeper and deeper into her pussy until he bottomed out on her cervix. She gasped as his swollen dickhead made contact.

Never before had she had penetrated by such a large dick. It filled her completely. He slowly withdrew until only his glans was still buried and then he began to slowly thrust her with very short strokes, slowly driving back down her feminine passage to knock once again on the door to her womb. Slowly and deliberately he fucked her, driving her over the edge again.

When his dick drove into her for the first time, Greg nearly lost control like an inexperienced teen. He had to pause to control his own orgasm as well as let her adjust.

She was so wonderfully tight, not at all like the loose, sloppy pussy of Debbie. After Jarred's difficult birth, Debbie did nothing to restore the muscle tone of her vagina, never following her doctor's instructions to contract and squeeze her kegel muscles; it was just too damned much trouble for her.

He struggled to maintain his control and was largely successful, until he felt her pussy contracting around his dick in an orgasmic convulsion. That was too much for him. The boiling cauldron of semen that had been seeking avenues of escape rushed down the tube of his throbbing cock and gushed forward, sending a thick stream of hot sperm, splashing against her cervix. As there was no room, his seed gushed out of her pussy at the base of his deeply imbedded penis.

His mighty erection ebbed and as his soft, flaccid dick slipped from her honey hole, it made an audible popping sound like a champagne cork, but much softer. He lifted her legs from his shoulders and he dove his head into her crotch, lapping up his semen mixed with her juices. After sucking up all the love juice he could, his tongue settled in on her clit, making wicked, ecstatic little circles around and around it until she uncontrollably orgasmed again.

By now he had recovered and his cock grew erect again. He placed her on her hands and knees and penetrated her doggie-style. As she was comfortably adjusted to the size of his cock, he immediately began fucking her with long strokes, fucking her harder and faster, deeper and harder, faster, faster. Her orgasms started coming on one after another, with hardly any pause in between each climax as Greg continued to pound away in her wonderful pussy.

Between the choking silence of her orgasming body, an almost continuous scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth. She was totally incoherent as she jerked about, impaled on his pistoning love rod. The hard fucking went on for over thirty minutes before she collapsed on the floor, but he kept fucking her and fucking her until his felt his cock about to explode.

"Oh, please, no more! No more! Oh, god no more!"

The pleading was genuine and was spoken so softly that he almost didn't hear it. He stopped humping and just lay there, feeling her pussy uncontrollably quivering, squeezing his tingling cock. After a few moments, the urge to ejaculate eased. He began to thrust slowly again.

"Oh, please, please, no more! No more. Please, no more."

He was so close that her plea fell on deaf ears. A dozen more thrusts and he let himself cum. He shook and groaned in complete ecstatic pleasure as he was seized by convulsive spasms, his bulging, blood-engorged cock spewing a torrent of thick, white cum deep into her hot throbbing cunt. His vision momentarily blurred and his head spun dizzily, as the overwhelming sensation of semen surging through his long cock and gushing through the rubbery head of his glans into her welcoming womb. He pulled out of her and got off of her back, collapsing on the floor beside her.

When he finally was able to collect his thoughts, he vaguely remembered her pleading for him to stop. Looking to his side, he saw her lying limp on the floor, her chest heaving, but otherwise unable to move.

"Ginger, are you okay, Baby? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He stroked her hair; genuinely afraid that he had hurt this precious creature. After a few minutes she had gained enough strength to whisper, "Jesus Christ! That was wonderful! Do me again."

As he drove home that night, Greg basked in the knowledge of his virility. He'd never fucked a woman four times to completion in one night. Thinking back to the pleasures he'd given and received, he wished he'd stayed the night, ravishing the pretty redhead over and over. But he knew that was impossible, it was already late, very late and he feared to arouse Debbie's suspicions.

Entering the house, he found it completely dark and silent. In the dark he quietly found his way to his couch. Stripping naked, he was soon fast asleep without any covers.

Next morning, shortly after dawn he was awakened by little fingers gently tapping on his cheek. "Daddy. Daddy. Are you awake yet Daddy?"

Greg forced his eyes open. His nostrils flared, filled with the heady smell of sex that surrounded him. "I am now Jarred."

Jarred began jabbing a finger in his dad's matted pubic hair. "Whaz all this stuff on you?"

Jarred picked at his father's pubes and Greg realized he was talking about dried cum and pussy juice, and he quickly answered the boy, "It's soup. I spilled soup in my lap last night. Don't tell mommy about this. She'll be mad because I ruined my pants."

"'Kay."

"It's a secret, okay."

"'Kay, Daddy. Can we play now?"

"Sure buddy, go get dressed."

Greg slipped on his boxers and made his way to the master bedroom to get dressed. Debbie was snoring loudly and didn't wakeup. He knew he would have to be much more careful in the future.