"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.
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.