"Daddy!" Ginger shouted but Mr. Falcone quickly put a hand to her mouth. Ginger laughed, then whispered. "What are you doin' here?"
Mr. Falcone looked at Ginger. Should he knock her out cold or not? Well, it was too late now. She would remember what happened, wouldn't she? But he just couldn't take it and hold it in any longer.
"Hey, what's wrong with your pants?" Ginger said, pointing to his raging boner. Ginger, didn't you had the "birds and bees"? Mr. Falcone sheepishly smiled.
"Hey, uh-Ginger. You wanna do something really fun?"
"FUN?" Ginger whispered excitedly. "You know how much I love fun!"
"Good, 'cause I'm sure this is gonna be real fun. But first," he put a finger to his lips, "no matter what happens, you gotta be quiet, okay? You don't wanna wake up anyone."
"Why not?" Ginger asked.
Mr. Falcone whimpered, his erection was pulsating. He tried hurrying the conversation. "B-Because, it's just between you and me. It's our special daddy and daughter thing, okay? So don't tell anyone, okay? Because it's only our thing."
Ginger nodded. "Okay okay okay! So, are you gonna show me."
Mr. Falcone started to sweat and pushed Ginger back onto her bed.
"Ouch!" She cried. "Daddy, that kind of hurt!"
"Sorry, it's gonna be a little rough, but we're still gonna have fun, okay?"
"Uh, okay," Ginger replied.
"Good." Mr. Falcone then took off his pants.
"What's taking so long?" Ginger asked, about to reach for her lamp.
"D-Don't turn on the light," he said. Mr. Falcone then took off his underwear. Perspiration was all over his body, and sweat slid down his cock and inside his urethra. "This game can only be played in the dark."
"Oooo, a scary game!" Ginger squealed. "I love scary games!"
"Yeah, yeah, just shut up already," Mr. Falcone replied as he laid on top of his daughter, putting some weight on her but making sure not to crush her.
Ginger instantly stiffened. "D-Daddy? What are you doing?"
"Shh, it's okay," Mr. Falcone said as he started to take off Ginger's pajama bottoms. "Be quiet."
Ginger immediately tried prying away his hands. "What are you doing?"
"It's part of the game."
"I-I don't know if I like this game."
"Well, it's what everyone's doing." He grunted, regretting now that he didn't chloroform her. He then couldn't take her talking. He hungrily put his mouth on her's, his fat tongue squirming inside her mouth. Ginger's cries were muffled and she felt some drool fall down the side of her chin. When Mr. Falcone went up for air, Ginger was on the verge of tears.
"Stop it! Stop it n-!"
Mr. Falcone slammed her head against the wall. "I told you to shut the fuck up!" He cried. "You're breaking my groove."
Ginger was sobbing now. Mr. Falcone then ignored Ginger's cries as he continued to kiss her, his hands feeling her up under her nightshirt in the process. Ginger's breasts were still not fully developed, and he grasped her tiny buds, and pinched and rubbed her nipples, which hardened. He dug his nails in her breasts and nipples when he thought he felt blood, and Ginger cried out.
Mr. Falcone slapped her. "I told you to shut up, for crying out loud! You're gonna wake up the whole fucking state!"
Ginger was still in tears and snot was running from her nose, but she tried quieting down a little bit, her voice reduced to hiccups and whimpers.
After feeling her up some more, Mr. Falcone then kissed and licked her tits and nipples, chewing on them. Ginger whimpered louder in pain. Mr. Falcone then licked her abdomen, then her hips and right before her pelvis. He then pulled off her pants in an instant and started rubbing her thighs and opened her legs.
"N-No," Ginger whispered, squirming.
Mr. Falcone just stared in awe at her hairless, pink vagina. He buried his face in there for a bit while Ginger was sobbing. He then brought his red, swollen cock up to Ginger's face. "Spit on it for me, will ya? It will go in easier."
Ginger bit her lip, trying to hold back the onward of fresh tears that continued to slide down her cheeks. She attempted to spit, but it was a sorry attempt. Drool just fell down her chin and onto his cock.
Mr. Falcone instead rammed his cock into her moistened mouth,freshly salivated and soft. Ginger was making gagging sounds. Mr. Falcone rolled his eyes back, the heavenly sensation running up his cock and through his whole body. He needed this. He had wanted to save it for his daughter's pussy, but the feeling of this was just too nice. He hadn't had a blowjob in so long that the sensation was almost foreign to him. And getting it from a young, virgin participant was an added plus.
So he started to thrust, and grabbed the back of Ginger's head, snatching her hair and rapidly slamming her head back and forth on his massive could feel some of Ginger's tears flying onto his hardened member every time he thrusted outward, and that only made him hornier. He continued to thrust and moan, Ginger's muffled sobs and gags only making his climax closer. Then, with one, final thrust, he exploded, his groan so loud that it seemed to shake the house, his semen jumping to the walls of his daughter's mouth as he made his final thrusts. He took his now slickened cock out of Ginger's mouth as she inhaled for breath and continuing gagging.
Mr. Falcone forcefully closed Ginger's mouth. "Swallow it, goddamnit!"
But Ginger couldn't, and she vomited all over Mr. Falcone's shirt.
"Jesus Christ…" Mr. Falcone sighed, looking at the vomit.
Ginger was dehydrated, whimpering but too exhausted to cry. Seeing his daughter cry once again hardened the old geezer's cock. He then pushed her head back against the pillow and opened up her legs again and jammed his erection in Ginger's extremely tight hole. Mr. Falcone shuddered and grunted, the hole practically too small for his giant, wrinkled wiener.
Ginger cried out in agony. "Stop, stop! It hurts!"
"Get used to it!" Mr. Falcone shouted, not worrying about being too loud anymore. He continued to grunt with every thrust, and Ginger sobbed again as she felt her tiny vagina tearing at the seems. Blood was dropping onto the bed sheets.
Mr. Falcone continued thrusting, soon going harder and faster as his cock felt a little numb, but a little easier to get through. The bed was bouncing and creaking and Ginger's head was jumping back and forth with each thrust. Ginger's saliva from his blowjob and her juices helped lubricate his penis. It was painful for him, but also so, so pleasurable at the same time.
He then came again, not as amazing as his blowjob, but it was still something. He removed his cock and Ginger's hole was a little bigger and full of semen and blood.
Mr. Falcone wiped his forehead. "Few! Yeah, that was a fun game, huh?"
Ginger was lying on her pillow, staring at the ceiling, dried tears stuck to her cheeks. Mr. Falcone slipped her back into her pajamas and put his pants back on.
"God, I really needed this," Mr. Falcone said. "We'll have to do this again sometime!" He laughed. He then knelt down near Ginger. "And if you ever tell anybody about this," he whispered, "I'll fucking kill you, you little bitch. You got that?"
Ginger made a sound, like she was about to cry again, but stopped. She nodded. Then Mr. Falcone laughed again, walked out the door and slammed it shut.
