"Shove it in me!" Ginger said, shocked at her own lewd language. "Ram your cock in in…"
The words were silenced when his cock-head forced Ginger's cunt-lips to spread apart. The long, rigid, unyielding pole of Tom's cock lanced into Ginger's cunt, filling her tingling pussy, gliding against her red-hot, erect clit.
"Ohhhhh! You're so hot inside!" Tom said, fucking almost all of his prick into Ginger's pussy on the first lunge. He felt his sister's cuntlips tighten around the shaft of his prick and paused, not wanting to hurt her, knowing from experience that some girls found it difficult to take the full length of his oversized, pulsating cock into their pussies.
Ginger balanced precariously on one foot. To feel her own brother's cock spreading her tingling cunt-lips far apart, moving to and fro in her pussy, was more exhilarating that anything she had anticipated. She laced her fingers together at the back of Tom's neck, waiting for the fuck-thrusts that she knew would drive her to the heights of ecstasy. To cum around her own brother's cock seemed so utterly erotic!
Tom pulled back, withdrawing his cock from Ginger's cunt, taking his prick from her until even the rubbery rim of his cock-head slipped out from between her cuntlips. He spread his feet a little wider apart, then fucked his sister's pussy once again. This time, as Tom fucked his rigid, red-hot cock into her, he didn't stop until her cunt-lips were tightly encircling the very root of his prick.
"Awwwww!" Ginger gasped. She felt her hipbones pound against the hard wooden door, but the pain of that was nothing compared to the thrill she felt at taking the entire length of her brother's prick into her pussy.
Ginger kicked Tom's naked ass with the heel of her foot, urging him to sink his cock even deeper into her pussy even though she knew that he had already given her all the cock he had to give. She had never been fucked by a cock so long and hard before. Tom's cock was filling her up, bucking and pulsating inside her pussy, making her feel like her insides were melting from the heat of her excitement.
The lusty blonde pulled her brother's face down to her own. She pressed her lips demandingly against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. The taste of Tom's mouth was a turn-on for Ginger, as was the feel of his tongue slithering against her own.
Tom sucked his sister's tongue deep into his mouth as he filled her sweet pussy with his prick. His hands explored her ass, and for a moment he wondered what it would be like to sink his cock up her ass. It was magnificent to ram his huge cock up Ginger's tight cunt, and Tom was certain that fucking her ass would be even tighter and more erotic.
Ginger felt her orgasm approaching with all the force of a tidal wave. She kicked her brother's pumping ass with the heel of her one raised foot, urging him to sink his cock into her pussy harder. Each time he fucked her seething cunt with his prick, the thick, smooth upper surface of his cock rubbed against Ginger's clit, spreading the flames of her passion, pushing her relentlessly closer to the climax she had waited so long for.
"Kissssss! Kiss me!" Ginger hissed.
She pulled Tom's face down to her own as he fucked his prick boldly into her pussy. Tom's cock-head fucked deep into Ginger's slender body, filling her cunt more than it ever had before. Shivering with lust, Ginger pressed her lips hungrily against her brother's. She crammed her tongue into his mouth, wantonly French kissing.
And that's exactly the way it worked for Ginger. She had Tom's tongue swirling around in her mouth, her lips pressing furiously against his, as her slick, clear girl-cum began streaming out of her overheated pussy. Ginger made high-pitched, squealing sounds as her cum trickled out between her cunt-lips and Tom's powerful, driving cock.
Ginger's cuntlips squeezed tightly around the shaft of her brother's driving cock as pussy-juice moistened his swinging, cum-filled balls.
Tom fucked his cock hard and fast into Ginger's pussy, slamming her hard against the door, driving his cock into her with relentless fury. He could feel her cunt squeezing his cock as she came, and the added stimulation was more than he could take.
Fucking Ginger one last time, Tom's balls exploded and he squirted a thick, salty stream of cum deep up her cunt.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Tom grunted, pistoning his lean hips to allow Ginger's cunt-lips to work erotically against the shaft of his prick. He fucked his cock into her pussy and punctuated each fuck thrust with a spewing jet of cum.
Ginger held tightly onto her brother, her arms around his neck as he fucked her hard and fast. She could barely breathe as he continued to pound her against the door. The ecstasy and pleasure that she felt at being fucked by her own brother was overpowering all other emotions and sensations.
When the last of his cum had been squirted into Ginger's cunt, Tom sighed and leaned against his sister, keeping her back against the door. She slipped her foot down from his waist, placing both feet on the floor now. Tom tenderly kissed the top of Ginger's head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her silky blonde hair. His cock slipped out of Ginger's pussy.
"Oh, Tom, I can't believe what we've just done," Ginger said, wrapping her arms around her brother's slender waist. The sensation of having her own nipples rubbing against his warm body was exhilarating. There were thousands of little tingles exploding all over Ginger's skin from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body. "You've got to leave now. This instant, Tom. And you've got to keep what happened here today a secret."
When Tom left, Ginger slipped back into the tub and let the warm water soothe the dull throbbing of her hipbones. Tom had fucked her pretty hard, but Ginger had loved every minute of it.
It was late afternoon by the time Ginger got around to getting dressed and thinking about enjoying the beautiful weather. Looking out her window, she saw her neighbor, Misty's father. Paul, she decided, was a rather good-looking man. On previous occasions when she stayed overnight with Misty she had noticed Paul looking at her with interest. Though he had tried to hide it, Ginger was fairly certain that Paul had the hots for her.
"Hmmmmmmm," the girl murmured, watching him as he puttered around the yard, cleaning up twigs and things.
Ginger decided she should see what Misty was doing. Misty was Ginger's best friend, even though they didn't have much in common. Misty was dating Tom, Ginger knew, but she doubted if the two of them had ever fucked. Several weeks earlier Misty had confided that she was still a virgin. Misty also confessed that she was more than just a little afraid of sex, even though she was dying to have her sweet young pussy filled with Tom's cock.
Ginger suspected that Misty was a little on the frigid side. Misty said she enjoyed making out with Tom and letting him feel her tits, but something inside her just refused to let him touch her pussy. She had flatly refused Tom when he tried to put her hand between his legs. The thought of touching Tom's cock, Misty had said on that quiet evening she was alone with Ginger, was not one she found sexy or exciting at all.
Ginger turned away from the window. Her mind was spinning as she pondered the fate of her best friend and her brother. It didn't make sense to Ginger that Misty should deny herself. And knowing how sexual Tom was, Ginger was certain that Tom was going out of his mind with lust. That was probably why he couldn't get his cock to go down even after she had sucked on his balls and jerked him off. He needed to fuck Ginger, his own sister, because Misty wasn't doing anything for him.
"I wonder what I can do to get Misty to loosen up same," Ginger muttered to her se if as she stepped into a pair of white bikini panties. "There's got to be something I can do for her… other than fucking Tom for her, that is," she said, giggling softly as the memory of taking her brother's incredibly long cock into her pussy came back to her.
From her chest of drawers Ginger took out a pair of silk jogging shorts that showed off her fine legs and shapely ass, and a light pullover shirt that was tight enough to show off the luscious swells of her tits, with their nubby, always-erect nipples. Lastly she stepped into a pair of open-toed, high-heeled sandals and felt ready to start her day.
Paul watched Ginger walking toward him. The tingling in his balls told him he was getting turned on by her, just as he did every time she was around him. Sometimes he cursed himself and his daughter, Misty, for ever getting anywhere near Ginger. When she stayed overnight with Misty, Paul was always tempted to sneak into Misty's bedroom in the dead of night, spread Ginger's slender thighs as she slept, and fuck his cock hard and fast into her young cunt.
"Good morning," Ginger said, smiling brightly as she stepped up to Paul.
"Good morning, Ginger," Paul replied, trying not to notice how lovely the teenager looked. "How are you today?"
"Just fine, sir." Ginger put her hands on her hips and flashed Paul a dazzling, toothy smile. She knew the impact she was having on him. "And yourself? How do you feel on this sunny day?"
Is she teasing me? Paul wondered. He tried to keep his eyes from straying down to Ginger's tits, but failed. The nipples that capped Ginger's tits were making dents in the sheer fabric of her blouse, and Paul felt his cock give a little jump when he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. There was nothing unusual in that, though. Ginger, Paul had noticed, very rarely wore a bra.
Ginger waited for Paul to say something. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her tits and it excited her. Her nipples tingled with anticipation. The whole notion of fucking her own brother, and then fucking her best friend's father, all on the same day seemed utterly and terribly, blissfully, tantalizingly erotic.
"Well, I've come to see what Misty's doing. Is she inside?" Ginger finally asked.
"Yeah. Just go on in. You'll find her somewhere."
As Ginger walked toward the house, she could again feel the burning heat of Paul's stare as he devoured her ass with his eyes. She wished she had the courage to come right out and ask Paul if he wanted to fuck her, but she didn't have that kind of courage. Nevertheless, as Ginger walked slowly toward the house, taking her time so Paul could have a good, long look at her body, she was already plotting ways of seducing him.
Ginger found Misty in her room. Misty was on her back on the bed, her eyes closed, taking an afternoon nap. Ginger smiled. She'd never known anyone who could sleep as much as Misty.
Standing at the side of the bed, Ginger looked at her friend. Misty's rather oval-shaped face was cute, passive, innocent. Ginger wondered what it would be like to touch her lips to Misty's, to taste her friend's mouth and caress her silken flesh. The thoughts that filtered through Ginger's mind made her cunt and clit tingle a little, and she could feel pussy-juice moistening the lips of her cunt.
She stepped around the bed and moved to the window. Paul was still in the yard, making sure that his lawn looked the best in the entire block. He seemed to take great pride in the upkeep of his house and lawn, though Ginger couldn't understand why.
When Paul noticed Ginger standing at the window, a flutter of excitement zipped up the girl's spine. Paul wanted her and Ginger knew it… and that made her want him. She smiled at Paul, her supple, sensual lips red with lip gloss, her eyelashes darkened by mascara, her eyes highlighted with pale green shadow that enhanced the beauty of her jade eyes.
For the longest time the two of them stood facing each other, looking at each other, knowing how horny they both were yet unwilling or unable to do anything about their feelings. Then, at last, it was Ginger who broke the walls between them. She allowed the tip of her tongue to play very slowly, very erotically around her mouth. She licked her lips, making them glisten and shine.
Hot damn! Paul thought, his eyes wide with shock as he watched the teenager's lewd, enticing conduct. She wants to suck me! The little tramp wants to give me a blow-job!
The thought that Ginger might just be a little teaser, a teenager who tantalizes men then doesn't follow through with her hints, came to Paul. He hoped like hell Ginger wasn't a cock-teaser.
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."