Don Scott: Incestuous neighbors

The teenager pulled back, dragging her lips over the ridge of Paul's cock-head, until she held just the tip of his prick between her lips. Ginger flicked her tongue from side to side across his piss-hole. Paul's whole body flinched when she did this, letting Ginger know that he really enjoyed what she was doing and how she was doing it.

Paul placed his hands on his hips, trying to remain at least reasonably calm while this beautiful, sensual young girl lewdly mouthed his prick. To watch Ginger's beautiful face moving back and forth, to see his own cock sliding between her lips to fill his mouth, was the most stimulating thing Paul had ever seen in his life.

"Damn it, girl, you're incredible!" Paul whispered. "I've wanted to be with you like this for so long!"

If Ginger hadn't had Paul's cock stuffing her mouth, she would have smiled. Though he had been cruel and commanding with her to begin with, the tone of his voice and the way he was treating her now was entirely different. He spoke to her as though she was the most special girl in the whole world, and Ginger loved him for it.

"Mmmmmm!" Ginger cooed softly, turning her face to the side to allow Paul's throbbing cock-head to nib against the inside of her cheek. When she did this, the side of her face swelled out massively, lewdly, and she turned enough so that Paul could see as well as feel what she was doing with his cock.

Ginger released Paul's balls. She brought her hand between her legs and touched her pussy. Through her silk jogging shorts and her panties, the heat of her pussy was readily apparent.

Tightening her lips around the shaft of her neighbor's prick, Ginger moaned loudly and filled her mouth with his cock. She nibbled down his turgid shaft of cock-meat until her lips touched the edge of her fist. Holding his cock in her mouth, Ginger could feel his prick-tip throbbing hotly against her slithering tongue.

As she gave the blow-job, slowly and erotically bringing her lips to and fro over Paul's fiery prick, Ginger rubbed her pussy-lips and clit.

Though she wasn't touching herself directly, having to rub her pussy through her jogging shorts and panties, touching herself was considerably more exciting with Paul's cock filling her mouth and making her senses spin.

Tilting her head back on her shoulders, Ginger looked up into Paul's face. To see his passion, to see the excitement he felt showing in his eyes, was all that Ginger really wanted. She curled her tongue around his cock-head and licked off a salty drop of pre-cum from his pisshole. The taste of his pre-cum tingled on Ginger's tongue, turning her on, adding to all the other heavenly sensations that were already going through her.

"Mmmmmmm!" Ginger moaned.

As she gave the blow-job Ginger wondered if she could ever tell Misty about this encounter. Ginger wondered how Misty would react to the knowledge that her best friend had given a blow-job to her father.

Deciding that Misty wasn't liberal-minded enough to accept such a reality, Ginger dismissed all thoughts from her mind except how much she loved giving Paul a blow-job.

"Ohhhhh! Take it deeper, baby!" Paul urged, beginning to pump his hips to fuck his cock into the teenager's mouth. "Take more of my cock into your mouth if you can!"

Ginger flicked her tongue against Paul's pisshole and licked off another drop of pre-cum. Taking her right hand from the base of his prick, she cooed softly, glad that she was about to show Paul what she was really capable of.

Taking his cock from her mouth, Ginger smacked her lips against his prick-tip a couple of times, then looked up into Paul's eyes.

"Am I doing well so far?"

"Yes! Hell, yes! You're doing great, baby!"

"Does that mean you'll cum for me? Will you cum in my mouth and make me swallow your cum?"

Ginger saw the reaction her words drew from Paul. He liked it when she talked that way to him. His prick raised up slightly, his cock-head becoming momentarily larger.

"I want to suck you off," Ginger purred, her warm breath passing over Paul's cock-head. "That's what I want more than anything else in the world."

Ginger placed her hands on either side of his cock, holding the very base of Paul's prick in the crook of her thumbs. She stuck her tongue far out of her mouth and licked the slitted tip of Paul's cock, cooing softly as she tasted the salty flavor of pre-cum.

"Ohhhhh! Damn you, Ginger! Don't tease me like this! Suck me, damn it!"

Paul was going out of his mind with lust as he watched and felt the lusty young girl licking the head of his swollen, throbbing prick. When Ginger opened her lips wide and prepared to take him into her mouth again, Paul groaned and closed his eyes. He couldn't watch the erotic things she was doing to him a moment longer without cumming, and he didn't want to do that just yet. To prolong the pleasure she was giving him was his most ardent wish, even though he couldn't wait for the sweet ecstasy of shooting his wad of cum straight dawn the lovely teenager's throat.

Ginger squeezed her lips around the shaft of Paul's prick, holding just his cock-head in her mouth. As she consciously relaxed the muscles in her mouth, she rolled her tongue in a circular motion against the sensitive underside of Paul's cock-head.

"Mmmmmmm!" Ginger moaned, nibbling slowly down the throbbing, pulsating shaft of her neighbor's prick.

His cock-head literally vibrated against Ginger's tongue as she nibbled and gnawed erotically on his cock-shaft. She could feel Paul's prick-tip rubbing against the roof of her mouth, flattening her slithering tongue down as more and more of his hard cock filled her mouth.

When Paul's cock-head was rubbing against Ginger's tonsils, nearly driving down her throat she knew she could take all of him. Ginger could not swallow all of her brother's enormous cock, but she could deep-throat Paul's prick.

Very slowly, feeling the rubbery head of Paul's cock stretching her throat, Ginger took the prick deeper into her mouth. Her neck swelled out as his cock pushed past the back of her mouth and entered her tight, squeezing throat.

"Awwwwwww!" Paul groaned, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he felt his prick sinking down the teenager's experienced throat.

Ginger chewed with her lips on the shaft of Paul's cock as his prick-tip slipped down her throat. When her lips encircled the very root of his cock and she could feel all of Paul's prick throbbing and jerking in her throat, she cooed with a sense of triumph.

"Damn! Hot damn! I never thought you could do it!" Paul said, afraid to look down. To see Ginger deep-throating him would likely push him over the edge of ecstasy, and Paul was still struggling to contain his excitement.

Ginger's neck was bulging out with the circumference of her neighbor's prick filling her throat. Her nose pressed into the curly thatch of hair that sprouted above his prick, and she could feel his balls against her chin. She groaned softly, the sound grumbling out of her chest as she held his cock in her mouth and throat.

It wasn't until Ginger had to breathe that she finally pulled back, allowing his cock to slide out of her neck a fraction of an inch at a time. When she held just his cock-head in her mouth again, she licked at the end of his prick and tasted yet another drop of pre-cum. It was very salty, and Ginger could tell that Paul was moving rapidly toward the point of no return, to such ecstasy that he couldn't prevent himself from shooting spurts of cum straight down her throat.

"Mmmmmm!" Ginger moaned happily, revolving her face around the end of Paul's prick, fucking it with her tongue.

"Baby… oh, baby, you're really getting to me!" Paul said, his throat feeling incredibly tight from the sexual tension. "Damn it, baby! You're making me feel like a king!"

If Ginger hadn't had her mouth full of his cock, she once again would have chuckled. It seemed odd to her that Paul, who only a few minutes earlier had talked so tough and acted so cruel, could now be completely and totally helpless against her and the charms she could share with him or deny him, depending on how she felt. Ginger realized that she was the one controlling the situation.