John Kellerman - Incest family

A few customers came in to paw through the dresses. Alice sold her a few items and circulated through the shop. It was half past ten when something disconcerting happened. A young girl went into one of the changing cubicles to try something on. After a few minutes Alice started to wonder about her. She tip-toed closer to the booth and saw the small bare feet of the youngster. Then she heard the sigh of pleasure. The sound was unmistakable. Alice knew at once that the girl was masturbating. Her breath was raspy and quick and every so often she'd bit the side of the booth with her elbow or knee, Alice wasn't sure which.

She knew that she should just leave the girl alone until she could politely get rid of her. It was obvious that the child had no money. Trying on a garment was only a ploy to get a little privacy. She probably hated to do it in a public bathroom. Who didn't? But instead of following her own advice, Alice was drawn to what was taking place in that booth. Until at last she entered the booth beside the one the girl occupied and climbed up on the low seat. Standing on tiptoes, Alice could just reach the top edge with her chin. She moved slowly so as not to make any sound. Then she peeked over.

"Whuuhhh, ohhhhhh," the girl groaned, hardly able to smother the sounds of joy. She was a small, skinny kid with almost no tits at all. And Alice could clearly tell that she was even younger than she'd thought. The girl was stark naked.

Between her fingers she held something strange-looking. Until Alice finally realized what it was and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with surprise. The tender nymph had made herself a cock out of modeling clay and then covered it with a rubber. The clay was flesh colored to make it seem more real. The rubber was glistening with the teens fresh, hot juices. She was pushing that thing slowly in and out of her hairless slit. Alice watched it disappear with astonishment. The thing was at least seven inches long. But this teen was taking it to the hilt every time.

My God, Alice thought. I'm bigger than she is by a whole lot. Why can't I do something like that? She felt suddenly very inadequate. She was no woman at all, not even as much a woman as that little teeny-bopper with the clay cock.

By now the girl had braced her small feet against the corners of the booth and was leaning back, eyes glazed with joy. Her frizzy blonde hair dangled half over her face and her fingers were wet too where the sex juice had dripped back down to the base of the clay cock. Her hot little hole sucked around the rubber-sheathed penis like a small, hungry animal.

"Woweeee, ohhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Alice could see the rise and fall of the teens chest. Her small nipples were dark against the immature pink of her areola. And the barely distinct swell of each breast quivered as she bucked her boyish hips and rammed the home-made phallus as deep as it would go.

Alice saw the youngster shiver like a stake had been run through her belly. And then she was coming, her eyes closed, mouth open. Alice climbed down quickly and busied herself in another part of the store. When the girl came from the booth she was dressed again and her complexion glowed with health and happiness.

"Thanks for letting me look," she told Alice. "But I guess I won't buy anything today. I can't find quite what I'm looking for."

"Are you sure you didn't find it?" Alice said, unable to resist a little poke. The girl blinked innocently and shook her head.

"No, but thanks again for letting me look." She left with her small paper bag.

Alice put the frocks back on the hangers after the girl was gone. Then she started looking for herself with no customers in the place she could concentrate on what her aunt had in stock. She went down the aisles, fanning through the racks of lovely dresses and outfits.

After the third change of clothes, Alice decided to try something daringly sexy. She'd passed it up twice before because it seemed a little too much. But now she couldn't resist slipping it over her shoulders. It was a short dress more like an ice-skating costume than something one would wear on the street. The flowered skirt flared over her bottom just enough to cover it. When she bent over, she knew that her panties showed to anyone who might happen to be interested. The panties she had on were the skimpiest of bikini type underwear. She hardly felt like she was wearing anything at all underneath the sexy outfit. She twirled before a mirror, her blonde hair flying out from her shoulders.

"God, it feels so sinful!" She examined her reflection from every angle. There was probably not one man on the face of the earth who could see her and not lose his cool. Yet she felt so dumb. Especially after watching that mere child do such terribly sophisticated things to her own body. It was all Alice could do to get a finger in herself.

She was still considering whether or not to take the sexy dress as a gift from Margaret when the bell tingled, announcing another customer. But it wasn't a customer at all, Alice saw upon turning. It was her Uncle Mitch. He was using a key he had to lock the front door behind him. Then be turned an out to lunch sign around and started towards the back of the shop. Alice ducked into a changing booth. She'd left her clothes in a different one and would have to hope that her uncle wouldn't discover her there in that extremely sexy frock. But when his footsteps came from the back of the shop she knew that he was going to smell her out. He knew she was watching the shop for Margaret. And he hadn't locked the place up for nothing.

"Hey beautiful, I know you're hiding somewhere. You might as well come out and talk to me."

Alice cowered against the corner of the booth. She heard Mitch stop outside. Then he tried the door. She'd locked it of course. And now he knew.

"Okay, time to let me in, baby. You know why I'm here. I'm going crazy with wanting you. The other night I think I just about flipped when your hot little pussy closed down on my finger. So all I've been thinking about is how that little hole would feel closing down on my cock."

"Nhhoooooo!" Alice shuddered, too afraid to keep quiet any longer. Her uncle reached over the top of the booth and undid the latch. Then he was standing there before her. Her escape was blocked. She watched him undo his belt and slide his pants down.

"Margaret will be back," Alice cried.

"I just saw her at the bank. She's all tied up in some kind of red tape. She won't be back for another hour at least." His shorts were next and the upward swing of his cock made Alice almost pee her skimpy panties. His cock looked even bigger than it had seemed under the table when she'd had her hands on it.

"Mitch, I promised Margaret that I wouldn't…"

"Wouldn't play around with her old man? Aw, to hell with Margaret." He had his shirt off now. His muscles rippled and his cock throbbed darkly at the tip. It looked like something one could beat a person into unconsciousness with. He hard, hot. Alice couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from it. Mitch reached out suddenly and grabbed her by the hair.

"You'd better get used to it right now," he said, puffing her down. She was forced to go down on her knees on the carpet of the changing booth. Mitch still blocked the doorway, his feet spread on the rug. He pinched her behind the jaw and she opened her mouth with a scream.

"Don't make me get rough," he warned, "cause I'm here to get what I want. I'm not leaving without it."

"Mitch, ohhhh, God, don't do this!"

"What do you mean? You know you want it as bad as I want to give it to you."

"Nhoooo!"

"You want to feel this chunk of hot cock sliding between those white thighs."

"Mitch, don't say these things." She was staring up at him for mercy, her eyes sad and damp. His cock bobbed only a few inches from her lips. She shuddered to think of what her uncle had in mind. It was then that she saw a small camera in his hand. She watched him insert an equally small flash bulb.