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.
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?"