Don Scott: Incestuous neighbors

Ginger practically threw her face at Paul's body. When his prick-tip pounded against the back of her mouth, her forward progress was halted for only a moment before it bore straight down her throat once again. As her neck bulged out with the big cock stuffing it, Ginger cooed her contentment.

Though he had tried to keep himself from doing it, Paul started pumping his hips once again, pushing his prick at Ginger as she moved toward him. Each time his big cockhead struck the back of her mouth, then fucked her tight throat, hot tingles passed through his body. His balls were throbbing with pent-up cum, swinging freely between his tensed, knotted thighs.

Ginger was doing her best to take the throat-searing invasions of Paul's cock-meat. Then, suddenly, her shoulders heaved and her throat protested the brutal invasion. She threw her head back, uncorking his bone-hard cock from her throat. At that very instant, the moment her lips left Paul's cock-head, a creamy geyser of cum jetted from his piss-hole.

"Uh!" Ginger gasped in surprise when his gooey white fuck-cream splashed against her neck.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ginger wrapped the trembling fingers of her right hand around the shaft of Paul's cock and started pounding furiously on it. She sat on the backs of her heels and watched with total fascination as spewing squirts of cum gushed from the man's balls, then sailed through the air and landed on her blouse.

"Awwwwww!" Paul groaned, his entire body jerking and twitching as Ginger jerked him off.

His eyes were wide as saucers as he watched his cum spewing through the air and striking the front of Ginger's body.

Several strong eruptions of cum hit Ginger's shirt. She could feel the heat of the cum through the sheer blouse. When his bullets of fuck-cream slowed down, the cum just rolled out of Paul's piss-hole. The white blabs of cum trickled down Ginger's wrist as she nursed the last couple droplets of cum from Paul's aching balls.

"Damn… oh, damn it girl, you're really something!" Paul hissed with exhaustion, gently taking Ginger's hand away from his prick.

Looking down, Ginger giggled as she saw the white streams of cum that were clinging to the fabric of her shirt.

"Look at the mess you've made of my blouse!" she complained. "If you hadn't been so rough with me I would have sucked you off. Look at what you've done to me!"

Paul groaned softly as he tucked his cock and balls back into his shorts, then readjusted his slacks.

"Listen, take your blouse off and I'll run in the house and wash it real quick. Just stay here and don't let anyone see you."

The idea didn't quite seem right to Ginger, but she pulled the blouse over her head and handed it to Paul anyway. As the warm afternoon breeze played over her naked tits, she smiled. It felt good being practically naked outside in the middle of the afternoon. Ginger suddenly realized she was much more of an exhibitionist than she ever thought she was.

Ginger crossed her arms over her tits, cupping one of her firm, femininely curved tit mounds in each hand to hide them. Though she tried to keep in the shadows, she was aware that she was visible to the neighboring homes.

"How did I get myself in a mess like this?" she wondered aloud.

Paul had been gone just a couple minutes, and already Ginger was convinced that she'd made a big mistake by letting him take her blouse into the house to wash it, leaving her standing outside in just her skimpy, shiny jogging shorts.

A thousand questions went through her mind. What would her parents do if they found out she was outside in public without her blouse? How could she ever explain it? And what if someone had watched her giving Paul a blowjob? There wasn't a way in the world she could ever explain why she had done that without admitting that she was a cock-hungry wench!

Ginger got down on her knees again to make herself less visible, keeping her hands over her sensitive tits. The memory of what it had been like to take her best friend's father's cock deep in her mouth and down her throat came to Ginger, making her smile, making her pussy tingle and become warm and moist.

No matter what happened now, even if she got in trouble, nothing would ever take away the excitement she had felt and the fond memory she now savored of giving Paul the blow-job. To suck on his cock, to swirl her tongue around his prick's meaty length, was something that she would have for the rest of her life.

Paul had Ginger's blouse wadded up in his hand. He was headed for the laundry room when he heard Misty approaching. His heart raced in his chest. He had to get rid of Ginger's incriminating blouse instantly!

Without giving it a second thought, Paul opened a cupboard door and threw Ginger's blouse inside. He was just closing the door when his lovely daughter walked into the kitchen.

"Hi, Daddy!" Misty said, flashing her father a smile. "Did you want to go out for lunch now? I had a wonderful nap, but I'm famished now."

Paul was trapped. He had promised to take Misty out for lunch if he refused, she might get suspicious. He wasn't used to having to hide things from her. Giving her a weak, forced smile, Paul nodded his head.

You're on your own now, Ginger! he thought as he exited out the front door of his home with Misty, leaving behind the half-naked teenager in the back yard near his garage.

Ginger was trying to be rational about the whole thing. She figured it wduld take twenty or thirty minutes to wash her blouse, and then another thirty or forty minutes to dry the garment. It could not possibly take more than an hour and fifteen minutes, or so, to clean the cum off her blouse.

And if that was the case, why, by her estimate, had she been kneeling in the shadows for over two hours?

"That rotten bastard," Ginger whispered venomously, deciding that either Paul had found it a hell of a joke to leave her outside without a blouse, or had somehow gotten sidetracked. "I'll get even with him for this!"

It was about four o'clock, Ginger guessed. The sun was still high in the sky. Her home wasn't that far away, but it was still too far away to just make a dash for it. Someone in the neighborhood would undoubtedly see her. Eventually, the word would get back to her parents and then Ginger would be in the proverbial doghouse. She had gotten "grounded" before for misbehaving, and being stuck home – all alone – meant she hadn't been able to see her numerous boyfriends and have her pussy filled with the hard cock that she craved every day. It nearly drove her mad to go without sex!

"I can't wait here all damn day!" the teenager said. It pleased her to speak her anger aloud. Somehow it lessened the rage she felt inside. "Slow and easy, that's how I'll do it. I'll take it slow and easy and sneak back home."

Ginger decided it would be best if she returned home by following the alleys to her house. Though it would be a longer trip that way, it would also be safer because there would be far fewer chances that she would be seen by someone.

Or so she thought.

Ginger's high-heeled sandals clicked softly against the concrete alley as she headed toward her home. She kept her hands crossed over her tits to hide them. Her long, slender, shapely legs propelled her, her creamy thighs scissoring sensually. Her breathing was fast and shallow as a combination of fear and excitement went through her.

Her confidence was just beginning to build when a garage door to her right opened and Eric Matthews, a neighbor and friend of Ginger's father, saw her.

He just stood staring with an open mouth.

"Ginger, my word! What in hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his eyes roaming freely up and down Ginger's flawless, nearly naked body.

Ginger didn't know what to say or do. She just looked at Eric, her big, green eyes wide and frightened. She had her hands crossed over her chest, hiding her luscious titties.