Don Scott - Incestuous neighbors

"I… I got… something happened and…" Ginger stammered, not knowing what to say.

Eric cleared his throat. He'd never seen the neighbor girl looking so delectable in his life. For some time Eric had been aware that Ginger was a foxy teenager that he would love to fuck. But now, seeing her so scantily clad, the pressure he felt building in his balls was painful.

"You'd better come in here," Eric said, trying to keep his voice calm. "You can't stand out there. Someone might see you and… well… you can imagine what might happen if some young buck should come across you!"

Ginger wasn't sure what Eric had in mind. There was a definite look in his eyes that said he was interested in her. But it could also be true that he was only concerned with her wellbeing. She didn't want to offend him by refusing his gracious offer. Also, to refuse him might draw even greater suspicion as to what she was doing outside in the middle of the afternoon without a blouse on. She certainly didn't need the neighbor man telling her father about her current state of undress.

"Thank you," Ginger replied, her voice rather meek as she slipped past Eric into his garage. "Thank you for being so kind to me!"

Eric smiled wolfishly as he closed the garage door. "The pleasure," be said slowly, "is all mine."

This time Ginger had no doubts about what her neighbor had in mind. His tone was undeniably lusty.

The garage was dimly lighted and surprisingly clean, it was a two-car garage, and there was only Eric's small convertible sports car parked inside it. She took several steps away, putting some distance between herself and Eric before turning to face him.

"Now why don't you tell me how this came about?" Eric asked.

Ginger's green eyes turned toward the concrete floor of the garage. She didn't know what to say or do. Her mind was spinning as she tried to think of some excuse that would be believable. Nothing came to mind readily, and the harder Ginger thought about an excuse – a lie, really – the more her mind worked in futile circles.

Eric moved closer to Ginger. Looking up and down the length of the young blonde standing in front of him caused his prick to begin swelling inside his slacks. His cock was coming to life, taking notice of the stunning young blonde girl. Eric finally had Ginger right where he wanted her, and almost exactly the way he wanted her.

"You're a very lovely young girl," Eric said in a soft voice. "And it's fairly obvious that you've gotten yourself in a spot of trouble. I can help you out of that trouble, Ginger. But in order for me to trust you and help you, you've got tote willing to trust me. You've got to tell me the truth. The whole truth. Once I know that, then I can help you."

Was he being sincere? the frightened teenager asked herself. Was Eric trying to be kind, or did he want all the sordid little details of how she had willingly and wantonly sank to her knees and sucked Paul's big, hard, throbbing cock down her throat?

His heart was thumping in his chest. Eric tried to calm himself, but with such a devastatingly beautiful teenager standing in front of him dressed as she was, it was an impossible task. The shiny jogging shorts showed off the trim hips of the young girl. Ginger's stomach was flat, and Eric thought it strangely erotic to see her navel, even though he had seen her in a string bikini that barely covered up her cuntbush, ass-cheeks and sexy little tits.

When he looked at Ginger, with her shimmering blonde hair cascading over her narrow shoulders and that frightened look on her face, he knew that he had to have her. He had to spread her thighs and drive his pulsating cock to the hilt into her magnificent body.

"You might just as well tell me the truth now," Eric said, moving closer. The lump of his cock as it grew was getting so noticeable that he was certain Ginger couldn't fail to see it. "One way or the other, I'm going to find out what you've been up to."

Ginger knew her situation was hopeless. Very slowly, choosing her words very carefully, she told Eric what she had done, explaining why she did not have a blouse on. She kept her eyes turned down. The more details she gave to Eric, the longer and harder his cock got. By the time she had finished telling him everything, Ginger's pussy was hot and wet and she was ready to fuck again.

"That's everything," Ginger concluded. "He jammed his cock down my throat too hard. When I took his cock out of my mouth, he shot his wad all over my blouse. I couldn't help it, and neither could he."

Eric cleared his throat. His cock was aching to be released from the confines of his trousers.

"Move your hands," he said, his voice a low growl that rumbled out of his chest. "I'm, going to look at you."

Ginger did as she was told. Her nipples were hard and erect, small, excited nubs that stood up proudly. Her pink areolas were flushed. She let her hands hang limply at her sides. She raised her face, but there was no challenge in her eyes when she met Eric's gaze.

"Take me," she purred sultrily. "I know you want to. I know I can't stop you. So take me. Take me now, then help me get home without anyone seeing me!"

Eric did not respond with words. Instead, he took Ginger by the shoulders and almost savagely twisted her around. She gasped in surprise. Before she had a chance to defend herself, she was bent over the door of the small sports car. She grabbed onto the top of the backrest with her left hand, her right hand was flush against the leather seat cushion.

"What are you…"

Ginger didn't even finish the question. There was no need for it. Her jogging shorts and panties were ripped down her trim legs, pulled down to her ankles. She knew full well what Eric was doing to her, and what he intended to do next.

"This is what you need!" Eric hissed as he opened up his slacks and pulled out his fiery prick. His cock was already bone-hard and ready for action. He put a hand at the small of Ginger's back to keep her bent over, leaning into the sports car as he stood behind her. "This is exactly what you need, Ginger!"

Ginger had thought that he was going to drive his cock between her cuntlips, to fuck her with long, hard fuck-strokes. But that wasn't the way it worked out. It wasn't what Eric had in mind for the hot-blooded, beautiful blonde teenager with the scrumptious body.

"Oh, no!" Ginger hissed when she felt the blunt, spongy, flaring head of Eric's cock push against the opening of her ass.

"Yes! Yes, my sweet!" Eric chuckled, leaning into Ginger, feeling her ass tighten against fir impending invasion of his cock.

Ginger had never, been ass-fucked before. Though she had thought about it several times, she had never actually allowed any of her stud boyfriends to fuck her there. Curiosity had never gotten the better of her fear, for she was convinced that it would be as painful as it was pleasurable to take a big cock between her ass-cheeks.

"Wait!" Ginger cried out, trying to squirm away from Eric. Her jogging shorts and panties were around her ankles, preventing her from stepping away. Eric had his hand on her back, forcing her to remain bent over the door of his sports car. "Please! Wait just a mo…"

The words could no longer form in the teenager's throat when the pressure against her asshole became greater. Then, despite her resistance to it, she felt herself opening up and accepting – unwillingly – her neighbor's driving, skewering pole of cockmeat.

"Awwwww!" Eric groaned as he felt the young girl's ass squeezing tightly around the shaft of his cock, just behind the rim of his prick-tip.

The force that Ginger exerted was a reflection of the pain she felt at taking a big, hard cock into her ass for the very first time. But the pain she felt was only equal to the pain that she gave to Eric.

His face set in a determined grimace, Eric pushed down against Ginger's back, forcing her to bend so far forward and down that only the tips of her toes were still touching the concrete floor of the garage. He battled with the pain he felt and leaned into the young girl, powering another couple inches of his turgid prick into her asshole.