Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2020 10:16:08 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: A Sissy and Ginger Story: Black and Ginger A Sissy and Ginger Story:Black and ginger #3 Bisexual Interracial, Relationships, High Schoo) Black and Ginger by Larry Marian "I checked with Sissy and she has no heart burn with you and me spending a weekendtogether.She knows she has only a limited number of times she's free to have a weekend with me. The kids love my parents and they have no problem with them spending the night - they have a big house. This will save the hotel charge and you get to see if you like the house.Sunday afternoon, if you are comfortable with it, I'll tell the kids and then they come meet you. "I really enjoyed our time together - all three of us.But this gives us a better chance to find out how we fit together. " `Okay, Malcolm.Let's do it.I can be there by 6 PM if I cut out just a little early.I am a bit nervous, for sure, but you're making me all tingly already. Bye." "Ginger.It's not just the sex.You are one hell of a good woman." "Well, thanks, Malcolm.You're a great guy." Two Fridays later,Ginger drove up to the address provided - not local royalty, but surely gentry and most definitely not "da hood" or "the ghetto."She got out of the car, pulled her small suitcase out, quickly fastened the cooler to the handle and went up the walk to ring the bell. The door got answered at once. Malcolm stood in the door, jeans, sandals, another open shirt displaying his abs."Come in. Ginger, come in to my parlor." She laughed. "I bet you say that to all the silly white spiders." "Only those with ginger hair, both above and below, and some really beautiful tits in between."The door closed. "The kids are safe at Gramma's." "Am I safe here - from myself?Malcolm.I want to see the house.But, maybe the bedroom first?" "Come with me," he said and took her bag and small cooler to lead the bouncing way upstairs.As they went up he said," "It's the same king size.But there are all new pillows and sheets and covers on the bed. I'm not sure you would want to sleep under her sheets." "From what you've told me, I'd be honored." Malcolm opened the door to a beautiful bedroom, with the dying sun entering the window and the ceiling fan's lights twinkling in time to the rotation."Malcolm, dear. Your late wife had wonderful taste, both in men and bedrooms." She turned to him as he parked bag and cooler."Years ago I read a `60s coming of age novel. Towards the end, the heroine says to the hero, both of whom had never made love, `Peel the tomato.'Would you `peel the tomato,' Malcolm?" A half hour later the two lay nude, still on top of the bedspread, though it was messed up, his one hand on a breast while the other held her close, while her one hand gently stroked his cock while the other traced circles on his dark brown chest. "That was wonderful, Malcolm.You are a true lover, not like the SOB I put up with for eighteen years." "Ginger, you bring joy back into my life. It's been a sad three years for me, but I almost think Holly's sitting on a cloud sending arrows with `go for it' on them." "Holly?That seems a strange name for an African American." "Nickname.She came here from the DRC when she was three.Nobody could pronounce her name correctly.The closest was `Holly,'That's who she was." They kissed again and made out like they were fourteen and learning how until it was dark in the room."We need to get up and dressed.I think we need to do take out or just go out and eat." "I could just eat that black sausage and be satisfied." Malcolm laughed."So I have to provide the three o'clock feeding?' They got dressed and went to a steak house and house wine.Returning, they were in bed almost at once.At close to nine, Ginger's phone on the headboard rang."Sissy?"A pause."Wonderful.Just wonderful.Yeah, we hada steak, both rare.No, you'll have to ask Malcolm.Yeah, girl friend.I think I'm falling in love. We'll walk over that bridge when we come to it.I have two teens, just like Malcolm. Yeah, I love you a lot." "Maybe I should have said something to Sissy," Malcolm said. Ginger smiled."Call her tomorrow. Talk to her then. See what she says." "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "That this is not a one night stand?" "I don't think it is." "Neither do I." "Okay.You peel one tomato and I'll peel the other." Some minutes later, Malcolm got out of the rumpled bed and turned off all the lights."God, Malcolm.Always so big," Ginger said as she slid down his chest to his crotch.Two hours later they fell asleep in each other's arms. Saturday morning they rose early,acting like two college kids in a dorm room before they finally went down to the kitchen and got breakfast, bisquits, cheese omelets, bacon, coffee, all fed to each other.Then a shower together before dressing. Malcolm showed her around the big town/small city, with lunch downtown.Ginger noticed a few heads turned.But three came over, shook Malcolm's hand and said something to the effect "A new friend Malcolm?Pleaseintroduce us."He did. They talked while driving, Malcolm with both hands on the wheel, Ginger, her one hand on his shoulder, the other inches from his crotch as they exchanged names and ages of their respective kids,Malcolm's Barry, 16, and Cindy, 13, while Ginger had Rob, 13 and Amanda, 16.Ginger's kids were with her parents, some fifty miles away. Finally, as afternoon came, they sat on a roadside picnic table on opposite sides, looking at each other and holding hands like they werethirteen or so. "Is this getting serious?" Malcolm asked. "It is, Malcolm.We have four kids. I know mine.I have no idea about yours.My kids hate their father.I think they would love you." "Mine are still sort of shattered by Holly's death.That's not for any more for now.Not sure how they would respond.But I know how I respond to you. " "Malcom"? "Yes?" "I really don't want to make love with you here.Drive us home. Let us get nude.Naked if you will.Then let us make love.And see if it is at home?" "As you wish," Malcolm said, as he started the car. Back in the beautiful bedroom the two undressed each other standing in the middle of the room as articles of clothing fell on the floor,shirt coveringbra, panties on top of jeans, as though the clothes themselves were making love.Malcolm scooped Ginger up in his arms, walked her to the bed to gently lie her down on the newly made bed. He lay down beside her so they could explore each other again.Soon the breathing became deeper, the skin warmer. "Malcolm?" "Yes, Ginger?" as the two lay side by side. "Have you done anal?" "Uh, yes.Holly liked it." "Glad to hear that.That SOB EX of mine forced it on me when he was drunk.Make me love it again.Do you have any lube?" "I do.I just have to get up and get it." "Do."He got up, then turned as she rolled onto her back so she could follow him with her eyes. He looked down at her, her nude body displayed for him to admire.He bent down, gently separated her legs, observed the trimmed ginger bush, kissed her vertical lips, then ran his tongue along her damp slit.She moaned and thrust her hips up."Hurry, Malcolm." When he returned, she lay on her front, legs spread.Gently he put some lube on his finger and worked it into her butt, then added a bit more prior to spreading some on his hard cox.He put the lube on the bedside table as she got on her hands and knees."You sure, Love?" Malcolm said. "I'm sure.You are going to love me.Just be slow and gentle, Malcolm.I'm ready."So he slowly eased the thick, long cock into her rosebud.She inhaled deeply as the bulbous dick head began to creep into her."Yes, oh, Malcolm.Play with my tiddies." "As you wish," he said, his handscupping her still very firm 34 Bs, his fingers playing with the rock hard nipples. He began to move inside her, slowly at first than faster. " "Oh, God!Malcolm.So good.So big.Yes." "Jesus, Ginger.I'm about to cum.Really." "I already have. Keep driving, Malcolm.Cum in my butt.Cum in my ass.Pump that black cock in my white ass, Malcolm." "YESSSS!"Malcolm shouted as the two crumbled onto the now rumpled bed. "Oh, God.So good, Malcolm, my love.So good," as they franticly began to kiss, to kiss sloppily.Finally they rested, nestled in each other's arms."Thank you dear Malcolm.You have redeemed me.It was good in college.Great birth control."They laughed over that."At first it was finewith my Ex.Then he began to get rough and then brutal.You have taught me that what was good could be made bad and then good again." They kissed."Malcolm.When do I meet your kids?Do you want to meet mine?What are your plans?If you just want me to be your kept woman, that's fine with me." "Ginger, I think I feel the same way about you.I know this is rushed.I know that sex hangs over both of us.But I think we can work it out.Maybe in a few weeks we can work out a living arrangement.What about your job?" "I can probably move to an office here.Your house is bigger than the apartment the kids and I share.While they share the same bedroom, Bob sleeps on the couch and Amanda sleeps in the bed.It's tight." "I guess it's too soon to say we are significant others.But we're going together.How's that?" "Sounds good to me, Malcolm.But we need to call Sissy.I don't want her to think I'm stealing you from her.She told me before we were together the first time that the two of you agreed to meet several times a year.You have once.I have no problem with you shaking up with my good friend several times a year.I'll probably want to make it that menage au trois again. Some times." "Let's call Sissy.You call, I'll put it on speaker phone." "Sissy. It's Ginger. " "Anything wrong?" "No, Sissy.We're fine.We just need to bring you up to date." "Up to date?Fine?Clue me in." "Uh, this one weekend of play has turned into me and my kids moving in with Malcolm and his kids.They don't know about that yet." "That's great.All the best to both of you.I still have Buck, after all. He might not get as much of Nancy Drew pussy as he'd like." "Sissy, Malcolm and I have already cleared it with each other.You and Malcolm want a weekend on your own, that's fine.If I'm included sometime, that's fine.Are you fine with that?" "Of course.Malcolm proved he can share that cock of his." "It loves both of your snatches." "Well Mal says we have some yard work to do.Don't tell your kids yet, okay.Ours have no clue.They'll learn tomorrow." "Love to both of you.Enjoy.Bye." "Bye." "Bye."Malcolm and Ginger looked at each other."It looks like your old friend and my weekend fling of years ago agree with each other." "I guess they aren't split personalities." Later they worked on the flower bed together on the afternoon shady side of the house when a blue BMW pulled into the drive next door.Both gardener's looked up."Neighbors.Nice folks," Malcolm said. "We're about to find out."Both watched as the other couple got out of the Beemer and started to walk across the yards. They stood up, brushing their hands with a shared towel. "Hi, Erica, Tom. I'd like you to meet a new very good friend, Ginger O'Sullivan. Gin, this is Erica and Dr. Tom. Manchester." "Nice to meet both of you," Ginger said as she suddenly realized that her fish net tube top showed off her nipples with ease.She watched the eyeslook from Mal to her and back again. "Nice meeting you.Well, Tom, we need to get the stuff inside." "Yes.Nice meeting you, uh, Ginger."They turned and walked away and began removing bags from the back of the Beemer. "Mal, I'm not sure your neighbors like to see a white gal with a black guy." "They've always been very pleasant.They even let my kids swim in their pool.I'm not going to worry about that yet," "Let's get finished with this and get in that shower. " "Good idea.I love towash yours boobs." "I love for you to wash them." Ginger woke up first at almost 7:30.She, like Malcolm, was nude, being tired from the love making they did after turning off the lights.She nudged him awake."Mal, it's 7:30.We need to get moving, don't we?'She nibbled his ear. "Yeah.The kitchen is sort of a wreck. We need to get it cleaned up. The kids will be here about two.I want some breakfast, don't you?" "Yeah.Let's get moving on breakfast." They put on minimal clothing, Mal an old dress shirt, now torn, holey, and paint stained, left open, and Gingera sport shirt of his, also worn open with the tail just below the bottom of her butt.They had the eggs, bacon, bread for toast, butter and jam out to get cooking when Ginger turned to Malcolm."I do so love you, Mal. I know this is not the time or place, but, it's like heaven.And it won't take long."With that she sank to her knees in front of him, her tongue and lips being her foreplay.She eased his hard black cock into her willing, desiring mouth and began to minister to him. "Oh, Gin, if it's Heaven, I'll close my eyes and maybe I'll see it, cause you are making it heaven. She patted his stomach as she sucked. "Oh, God Gin.Don't stop.I'm about to.About to. OH, SO GOOD!"she heard as his cum entered her mouth.She swallowed, and swallowed. Then Ginger licked the purple cock tip. "Who is that woman?" Ginger heard in a teen girl's voice. "DAD!What?What is a naked white woman doing here?Where your clothes.?What if you caught me in the kitchen getting a blow job from some blue eyed blond fourteen year old?" Ginger froze for a moment, then said, "Mal, help me up, please.I guess these are your kids.I hope to hell mine don't make the same entrance."Malcolm did, then both faced the two teens looking at them. Ginger saw a boy and a girl, both dark skinned,both decently dressed, unlike them, both with a small suitcase in tow, the girl with a very battle scarred stuffed rabbit bungee cord attached to a suitcase handle. She bit her lower lip for a moment, then said, "Good morning.You must be Barry and Cindy.Your dad has already told me to ask you to call me by either Ms. Ginger or Ms. Gin.Believe me, this is not how we'd planned for me to meet you two, or vice versa.Correct, Mal?" "Correct Gin. Have you kids had breakfast yet?" "We stopped at the Arches and got some biscuits and sausage and some juice, Dad, but.." "No, buts, Barry.Gin and I accept full responsibility for our behavior, but you two were some four hours early.We're going to tell you what's going on.Do you two want something more than a salty biscuit? "Yes, Dad.And sorry we didn't call.Henrietta jumped the fence again and Gramps and Gramma chased her.We just didn't think to say we were coming home early." "Gin, let's double what we had out -er triple it - there's a sixteen year old boy to feed." "I have a sixteen year old girl to feed.They eat the expensive stuff I can't afford to feed them." "We'll help. Won't we Cindy?" "You mean I get to burn the toast again?" "You do, Cindy, but could it be less than an inferno this time?" "Yes, Dad." A half hour later the four sat around the remnants of breakfast, two adults, for all intents and purposes, nude, and two teens, both acting like they wanted to be the same way. "Two months ago I met a Ms. Ginger O'Sullivan, who I knew through an old friend of mine from back when - well - way back . The three of us spent a long weekend together and we had a wonderful time.So a few weeks ago I first e-mailed and then called Gin about spending a weekend by ourselves. She wasn't totally sure - she has a sixteen year old girl and a thirteen year old boy andtheir father is forbidden to be within a mile of them by court order.But she agreed and here we are." "I'm going to butt in here, kids.Your dad lost a very lovely, loving woman, your mom.I wish I could have met her. I divorced my husband for many reasons, one major one being apparent sexual child abuse of minors.I look at the two of you and see two kids who love their dad and wonder about this naked floozy in their home." "But Dad.She's white!" "Yes, she is, Barry.This afternoon, we were working on the flower bed when the Jeffersons came home from shopping.You know how friendly they are with you two in their pool alone with their pair.They snubbed Ginger. "Son, I know you received an award in declamation for reciting in a full auditoriumthe `I Have a Dream' speech. How did you describe how to judge people?" "The `content of their character,' Dad." "And how not to judge them?" "The color of their skin." "Son, I messed up this morning.So did Gin. What do you think of my character?" "Uh, it's pretty good, Dad. " "So think about Gin's. "Let's get the kitchen cleaned up, let Gin and myself get dressed, you guys get unpacked and then let's go outside and let Gin and myself tell you what we would like to do." "Kids, I'm the third wheel here. But I'd like to hear your input." With that the two almost naked adults and the two totally dressed teens got the kitchen squared away, as their former Marine father called it.Then they all went to do what was then necessary.Malcolm and Ginger met them on the patio by the fish pond, both dressed, Ginger in a comfortable top, but with bra straps showing.They held hands as the two teens came out, both dressed in cut offs and t-shirts. "As of now, Ginger and I are officially dating. They live in a two bedroom apartmentwith a sixteen year old girl and a thirteen year old boy. She sleeps in their bedroom and he sleeps on the couch.They can come here. Barry, there are two beds in your room.Rob could have the other.The same with Amanda and Cindy. Could you agree to try that arrangement out?" "I guess so, Dad. But.." "But what?And remember your award." Gin squeezed Mal's hand. "Dad, I'll try that. "Dad.I'll try that too.I mean I've been to sleep overs with white girls, and we've had one here.It was fun." "Good.Now, Ginger and I are not in a relationship, as they say..." "Not what we saw!" "Yeah.We are not - yet.We think we will be.Gin thinks she can come here next Friday with..Amanda and Rob ... for the weekend. Our hope you guys will like the others as much as Gin and I love each other.Will you do that? The brother and sister looked at each other. Both nodded their heads. Barry smiled and said, "So is this the Ghetto `Brady Bunch'? " Nothing got thrown at Barry - then. This is an offshoot of my TALES OF JONES LAB SCHOOL found in Bisexual High School. You may enjoy the background of this adult interracial story