Don Scott: Incestuous neighbors

Taking slow, deliberate steps, Paul walked to the open window where Ginger stood. He glanced into the room and saw that his daughter was sleeping.

"Not in the house," Paul whispered, his eyes burning into Ginger's. "I don't want Misty to wakeup and catch us."

"Then where?" Ginger asked. The sound of her own voice was shocking to her.

To know she was actually seducing her best friend's father was frightening. "What are we going to do?"

Paul gave Ginger a wolf's grin. "In the backyard, near the trees by the garage. And what you're going to do is exactly what I tell you to do. Understand that, little girl? You're not messing with a little boy this time. You're with me, and you'll do what I tell you to do."

Ginger nodded her head slowly. Her mind was spinning. She never thought he would treat her that way. The tone of command in his voice was exhilarating, thoroughly exciting. Ginger sensed that she wanted to be commanded by him, to follow his orders and do whatever he thought was best. Even if he was selfish with her, wanting only to please himself and not caring how much pleasure she received, Ginger was certain she would find the whole encounter incredibly exciting.

Ginger crept quietly out of the bedroom, making sun that she didn't wake Misty up. Paul was waiting for her in the backyard. He kept himself hidden from nosy neighbors by staying in the shadows and keeping himself between the small cluster of trees and the garage.

Walking on the lawn, Ginger felt the heels of her sandals sinking into the grass. She walked slowly. Between her cunt-lips, Ginger's tiny, throbbing clit was getting hotter with each passing second. Her small, perfectly shaped, extremely sensitive tits were itching with anticipation. Ginger's nipples were itching for a hand or mouth to fondle and caress them.

"Get in here!" Paul hissed, taking Ginger's hand and pulling her into the shadows with him.

Ginger gasped when Paul jerked her against his body. His arms wound around her, crushing her to him. Her tits flattened against his body and hot, tingling sensations came from her nipples.

He kissed her brutally, bruisingly, forcing his tongue between her lips. Ginger melted in Paul's arms. When his hands moved from the small of her back down to her ass, she moaned. He pulled her hips toward himself, forcing Ginger's pussy to press against his thigh, sending the inferno of lust burning out of control in Ginger's passion-hungry body.

"Get down, damn you!" Paul hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes burning into Ginger's.

He pushed on and through the satiny hair at the nape of Ginger's neck and bunched the tresses in his fist. He jerked on the hair, snapping Ginger's head back, forcing her mouth to open. "Get down on your knees and you'd damn well better give me the best blow-job of my life or you're in big trouble, girl!"

The shocking behavior turned Ginger on. She played the situation like an actress, moaning softly, pretending that he was hurting her more than he really was. He forced her to her knees and Ginger pretended to be struggling against him, though the truth was Ginger could hardly wait to take her best friend's fathers cock deep into her hot, juicy mouth.

"Please don't be so mean," Ginger whispered, purring as she felt the cool grass against her bare knees.

The bulge in the front of Paul's pants was thick, manly, exciting to look at Paul kept his fingers twisted into Ginger's hair and she enjoyed the pleasure pain that it caused.

"Take my cock out," Paul said, his voice a low growl that said he wouldn't allow Ginger to deny him anything.

"Yes, sir," Ginger replied obediently.

She unbuckled his belt, then unsnapped his pants and pulled his zipper out. With a trembling hand she reached inside his underwear and curled her fingers around the thick, semi-hard shaft of Paul's prick. The heat of it burned through her veins, and fresh pussy-juice made the blonde teenager's pussy even more ready to be split by a hard cock.

Keeping her right hand squeezed tightly around Paul's cock, Ginger used her left hand to lower his pants and shorts just enough to get his hairy balls out.

"Tell me you love my cock," Paul said, enjoying this game he was playing with the neighbor girl. "Tell me you love my cock and will do anything for me."

Ginger kissed the tip of Paul's cock-head. "Yes, I love your cock," she whispered, feeling helpless against the wild lust that flowed in her veins. "I love your cock and I'll do anything you want me to do. Just let me suck your cock. Please? Please let me suck your big cock!"

Ginger looked at Paul's cock. It wasn't as long as her brother's enormous prick, but then Ginger doubted there was another cock in the whole world as long as Tom's. But Paul's cock was of considerable length, and it was straight and hard and exciting to look at and feel.

When Paul pulled Ginger's face to his cockhead again, she made soft sounds as though she did not like what he was doing to her. The moment her soft, glimmering lips touched Paul's prick-tip, Ginger flicked her tongue out and licked his piss-hole.

"Awwwww!" Paul gasped, shocked at how erotic it felt to have this young teenager's slick tongue playing over his cock-head.

Ginger kept her hand around the base of Paul's prick as she worked her tongue around his cock-head. She licked his piss-hole, and played her tongue in circles against the underside of his bulbous cock-head. Once the blonde beauty had the entire head of Paul's cock glistening with saliva, she allowed him to fuck his prick between her lips, filling her mouth with his swollen, lusty cock.

"Mmmmmm!" Ginger moaned as the shaft of his prick rolled between her lips. His cockhead rubbed against the roof of her mouth, filling her mouth until she couldn't take another bite of the cock without deep-throating him.

Looking down, Paul was stunned beyond words to see Ginger's beautiful face at his waist with his cock buried deep in her mouth. He groaned softly, keeping his hold on her hair, shivering with lust as he felt the teenager's tongue gliding down the underside of his fiery prick.

"Suck me," Paul hissed through clenched teeth. "Suck my cock, baby!"

Ginger allowed her neighbor to push and pull her head, forcing her to suck his prick at the tempo he dictated. She nibbled softly on the slick, hard shaft of his cock, swirling her tongue around his cock at the same time. Each time Paul pulled her toward his body, Ginger was forced to take his prick into her mouth until her lips were pressing tightly against the edge of her fist, which was still wrapped around the root of his cock.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Ginger slurped, chewing erotically oh the thickly veined shaft of Paul's cock.

As she sucked cock, allowing herself to be face-fucked, Ginger's tits jiggled inside her shimmering blouse. Her nipples were burning buds of raw flesh, hungry and ready for Paul to fondle them. As she moved to and fro on her knees, Ginger could feel pussy-juice making her panties stick wetly to the tingling lips of her cunt.

Paul finally released his grip on Ginger's hair. There was really no reason to be cruel to her, since it was glaringly obvious that Ginger loved giving Paul the blow-job as much as he loved getting it.

When Ginger felt the pressure against her scalp lessen, then end entirely, she knew that Paul's initial excitement had abated somewhat. She raised her left hand and tenderly cupped his hairy balls in her palm. Paul had very large balls, larger even than Tom's, and Ginger was certain that he would cum a real gusher when she had finally sucked him into that state of excitement.

"Mmmmmmm!" Ginger purred, making sure she did it loudly enough so that Paul would hear her and know how turned-on she was getting at sucking his prick.

Ginger was like a sucking machine as her slender body pitched back and forth. She worked her right hand around the root of the cock while using her lips, teeth and tongue on the end of his prick. She continuously squeezed and caressed Paul's throbbing balls, sometimes pushing them up so they rubbed against his own body, other times just squeezing them to add to the other sensations that she was providing for him.