John Kellerman - Eager beaver niece

With the red dress on and her hair combed, she examined her profile in the mirror. Her small tits were firm and high and the dress gave them every bit of help possible. She slipped her feet into sexy undies and brushed her teeth for the third time. Hank was five minutes early.

"I thought we'd go to a movie," he suggested, trying to start his beat up car. This was fine with Jeany. She was out on a date! That was all that mattered. And Hank looked pretty good to her tonight. He'd put on a pair of clean jeans and a sharp shirt and taken a little extra time with his hair.

There was the usual line of cars waiting at the entrance as the box office opened. Hank honked and wand to a few couples. Jeany was aware of a few surprised looks from two other guys who saw her. Thanks to Hank they'd know she was in circulation now. It made her heart jump to know that it wouldn't be too long before she got other offers. She was pretty and easy to get along with. That's all that seemed to matter to guys around this town.

The movie was abominable. Something about a flying saucer that captured a bunch of teenagers for breeding purposes. Of course it never got to that and never would. By the time the second feature started, Hank had only slipped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her a few times. But then she'd heard that he worked slow. After all, she wasn't going out with him to go too far.

The second movie was as bad as the first and Hank turned the volume down on the speaker and suggested they get in the back seat. Jeany shrugged and after a moment of thought, agreed. It wasn't until they'd settled themselves in when she saw the brown paper bag. Inside was a cold quart of beer. Well, almost cold.

"I really don't want any," she said politely.

"Aw, come on… it's good. Just a sip?" Hank pushed the bottle towards her. Jeany sipped. It was good. She had another swallow. The back seat was nice. She could feel Hank getting his nerve up. And her hot little pussy was aching to be petted. She could almost feel his fingers stroking the taut, damp nylon of her panty crotch. The beer bottle was pushed in front of her face spin and she drank. Hank let one hand circle her waist and slide slowly up her body. As his fingers circled the soft side of one breast, she shivered. Her nipple was poking through the thin material and the friction of her date's palm against it was lovely. She wiggled her body around to press harder against his touch.

"Ohhhh! Hank…"

They kissed, softly at first and then more hungrily. Despite her efforts to control herself, Jeany found her mouth opening against Hank's. He licked her bottom lip eagerly, sucked at her tongue. She didn't give it to him just yet but her hips were squirming in the car seat as he continued to feel her rigid tit. Now he was working on the first button. He stopped at three and gently parted the red silk. She gave a little moan and pretended to stop him.

"Hank. You'd better not!"

"You're so pretty. God, I've been wanting to take you out for so long…"

Jeany had a grip on his wrist but as his finger neared her naked tit she let him slip from her fingers. She really wanted him to touch her! Even as his caress squeezed her warm, firm breast, she gasped her excitement. But she tried to turn, too, as if she wanted him to top.

"God. Goddamn," he mumbled, squeezing her there. Another button popped open and the front of the red dress sagged open further. He lowered his mouth to her neck and began to kiss his way down.

"Noooo! Ohhh, Hank, you'd better not do this!" But she let her fingers tangle in his hair as he wet the tan line where her bikini had stretched only last week. She could tell when was kissing the whiter, protected flesh further on. And, then he was dangerously close to her brown nipple. She gave another cry and realized that her chest was heaving up and down. She dug her short nails into the nape of his neck as if to make him stop. But Hank had her little nubbin between his teeth now and was flicking it with his tongue.

"Hank!"

"Jeany… I think I love you."

"Ohhhhhh!" Jeany wasn't taken in by this admission of affections. All the girls who dated Hank said the same thing about him. He considered himself quite a lover. But then she wasn't going to argue about meaning now. And, besides, his other hand was on her thigh and slipping lower. When he reached the hem of her dress, she turned in the seat and tried to pull the red silk down. But it didn't take too much of an effort to keep him from getting a finger underneath. She hadn't worn stockings. The warmth of his palm sliding under her frock was unbelievably delicious!

"Ohhh! Uhhhhh! Hank… stop!"

"Jeany! Ohhh, wow, you have the most soft skin."

"Hank! Ohhhhh!"

Her date had readied that creamy soft place between a girl's legs that was especially sensitive. That part of inner thigh just below her leg. He stroked and rubbed the place like he knew what it was doing to her. The whole front of her dress had come apart now and Jeany could hardly keep from turning so that she was pressing Hank down in the seat. She was actually half on top of him as he felt up her thighs.

Hank tried to get the front of his pants loose but she grabbed him hand harder. This time he seemed to realize that she meant it.

"Okay, okay," he sighed as if he'd been down this road before. He had a reputation for a good feeler upper and this had made him popular as a date for girls who wanted to have fun without going all the way. Most boys wouldn't settle for just getting a finger wet. In fact a good wet feel was generally the prelude to going all the way. So Jeany had heard.

"Just touch me. Don't do all that other stuff," she said, keeping her face buried against his neck. "Jeany, I want you so bad…"

"Just touch me. Uhhhh!" She kissed his mouth as she felt him stretching her panty crotch out of the way. The most wonderful friction made her body shiver. He was petting her labia open… but doing it so gently! She pumped her hips more as his caresses brought new floods of juice from the feverish crevice that was fringed with blonde curls.

"So damned wet. God, would it feel nice to fuck you."

"Noooo!"

"I was just thinking out loud," Hank said, covering her mouth then, sucking at her tongue until she gave it to him to bite. She was completely on top of him now, her trim thighs parted to let his fingers explore her dainty, dripping parts. He touched each delicate lip and played with her clit until she was babbling and drooling against his neck again. She pumped her boyish ass up and down with a slow, steady rhythm as Hank discovered the things that pleased her most and kept doing them over and over and over again.

"Yuuhhhh! Hank! I'm really hot!"

"Me, too," he breathed, working his fingertip against her clit while his thumb probed the thin membrane of her cherry.

"Don't, Hank. God in heaven. Don't!"

"Just a little push. I can feel the opening in your hymen right now," he breathed holding her slim body against him as he probed harder. And then Jeany felt something being stretched apart. She'd stopped pumping her ass and was just trembling there in her date's arms when she felt it.

"Ohhhh! You're ruining me!"

"No baby, I swear I'm not!"

Jeany gasped as her muscles began to spasm down there. She could feel the slip of something going into her pussy. She could feel her muscles closing down around Hank's finger! Despite her anxiety, she began to pump her hips again and as she did, her vagina clasped at Hank's knuckles. He was actually finger-fucking her and she hadn't felt a bit of pain! Now she knew why all the girls used Hank as a relief valve for their pent-up sexual appetites. He could even finger-fuck without taking a girl's virginity away from her.

"Nhhhuuuuuhh. Ohhhhhmmmm. Hank!"

"Just enjoy it Jeany. You feel soft and silky inside. I'd do anything if you'd let me fuck you."