John Kellerman - Eager beaver niece

"Nhhooo. Just do what you're d-d-doing…"

Their mouths clung wetly again and this time it was Hank's tongue which invaded her mouth. She sucked on it like a baby on a bottle, mooning through her nose as Hank slid his finger deeper into her pussy. She pretended it was a cock. A cock that was fucking her for the first time. She could close her eyes and pump her hips and it was easy to let her imagination go crazy. It made it especially nice to be on top so that she had more control of the situation. But in reality Jeany knew she hadn't controlled anything so far that evening. Hank was playing her like a harp and she was singing for him gladly.

"Hank. Ohhh, it feels like it's going in so deeeep!"

"It is!"

"How deep?"

"I can't get it any deeper." He worked his finger around inside her as she pumped her hips. Instead of being afraid her hymen might tear from the stretching, Jeany had forgotten about everything but the tickling pleasure that spread from the spot where Hank had penetrated her.

"Whhhuuuhh. Ohhhh, do it like that!"

Hank was rubbing her clit at the same time, kissing her face and neck, working his finger in and out more rapidly.

There was a steady sucking sound down between her thighs. She knew that her panties had to be drenched.

"Nuuhhh. Uhhhh!" Jeany groaned.

"Jeany! Let's… Goddamn, let's fuck!"

"No, Hank. We can't."

"What if I just rubbed you with my cock."

"Ohhhh!"

"I wouldn't fuck you or anything…"

"Hank. I just can't think straight anymore." Jeany remembered what had happened with her very own brother. He'd rubbed his cock against her, too. It had felt won derful. But with something so hard and stiff and dangerous that close to her cunt. Jeany shook her head.

"Nooo. Just touch me."

The movie was over. Lights came on, engines roared around them. Their dark little cave of sensual pleasure was suddenly like a floodlit stage. A spasm of embarrassment and shame went through Jeany and she pulled her cunt off of Hank's finger and stared at the bloody mess. Yes, she had been menstruating. Or had the perforation of her hymen caused the blood.

"Ohhh," she cried, touching the red smears against her thighs.

"I didn't do that, did I?"

"It's my period, I think," she said, blushing. They clambered into the front seat and Hank helped her button up the front of her dress all the way.

"You want to go out to Baker's Point?" he asked, cradling her head against his chest.

"Yes!" she gasped, surprised at her eagerness. Her pussy ached for some kind of relief. "If I'm not too much of a bloody mess for you." Hank put the speaker on the post and turned.

"I love your blood," he said.

"It's awful."

"It's just natural," Hank assured her. "It kind of turns me on actually."

"Really?" Jean asked, looking into his eyes.

"Yes." He held his bloody finger up to his lips to kiss it. "It makes me wish I could get some on my cock."

"Oh Hank, maybe you'd better take me home."

He put the car in gear and pulled out. Jeany knew he wasn't taking her home. He was going to take her up to the lover's lane on Baker's Point and try to get something for himself. She only hoped she'd have the guts to keep from going all the way. It was going to be a hard night. But as she cuddled against his side, she knew that she didn't want to return to her lonely bedroom just, quite yet. She wanted to be touched more. Rubbed more. Her pussy ached to be teased and tickled into those devastating throes of orgasm.

"Hank?"

"Yeah?"

"You won't try and make me go all the way will you?"

"Sure I will," he laughed, "I'd be a damned fool if I didn't."

"Take me home then."

"Like hell I'll take you home," he whispered, giving her a hungry look. "Like hell I will."

Jeany knew after the first hour that she should have insisted Hank take her home. No sooner had they arrived at Baker's Point than he turned into some kind of animal. He forced himself on her until she had to flee from the car and run up the path to the highest part of the hill. Hank came behind her calling her name and apologizing and promising he wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to. But she was too smart to go back with him. He'd had his cock out and everything! He'd been trying to push it right through her already-stretched cherry. She hid in the bushes until he'd passed by on his way back to the car. Then she clit through the woods downhill where the road curved toward the highway. There was a small stream running in the moonlight and she stopped and used her panties as a washrag to clean herself up. She had to strip in the long grass beside the water so she could see to get every red sneer of blood. She felt terribly sexy standing there in her sandals while her dress hung from the branches of a nearby tree.

"Some first date," she breathed, dabbing another dried patch of blood from her thigh. She dipped her panties in the stream, rung them out and finished cleaning up. The full moon made it easier. But she couldn't very well put her underwear back on. She wrung them as dry as she could and hung them on a branch of a bush. Tomorrow she'd get somebody to bring her up to the Point and make an excuse to walk off by herself. She really hated to lose them since they were her favorite pair.

Pantyless now, she shook out her red dress and dipped it on again. Luckily only a drop or two of blood had gotten on the silk and that would be easy to clean. She buttoned the front of it up and started downhill again.

The lights of a car scared her and she hid behind a bush near the road until they'd swept by. Another car was coming up the hill and she let it glide by too. Before it'd curved out of sight she saw that it was her Uncle Bill in his patrol car making his rounds. She waited until she saw her date drive by. Hank was going as slow as he could and though she couldn't ace him behind the wheel she was sure he was searching the sides of the road in the hope that he might ice her. She stayed down until his lights wound away to the highway farther below. When her uncle's patrol car came in view again, she stepped out of the bushes and waved her hand.

"Is that you Jeany?" Bill said, leaning out the window. The lights on his dash made a weird glow inside as she went around to get in.

"Don't ask me what I'm doing here please," she said, looking straight ahead.

"Oh, I can guess that." Bill put the car in gear and moved slowly on down the road. "I've given rides before… to girls many a time."

The thought ran through her head that he'd given her more than just a ride. But then she'd only heard rumors. She still felt embarrassed about the way she'd acted the last time she'd been with her uncle. And the vivid memory of how his cock had felt in her hand made her body tremble.

"You cold? You can use my jacket."

"Maybe I will," she said, slipping it around her shoulders. The leather felt rich and soft. There was her uncle's aftershave on it too. Jeany settled back into the coat and watched the lights of town twinkle as the car descended the hill.

"I have to make a run up to Rollinsville," he told her, "and then I can drop you home."

"That's okay. I still have a couple of hours before I'm expected in." She was wondering how she could keep her folks from finding out Bill had brought her home. She didn't want them to think anything had gone wrong. Or they wouldn't let her go out again for months. Maybe she could get him to drop her a block from the house. Sure that was the way.

"You sure look pretty in that red dross," Bill said. "I don't blame your date for getting a little crazy."

"Who said anything about my date getting crazy?"

"You wouldn't be walking back to town for fun now, would you?"

Jeany sat there in the blue glow. She heard her uncle take the top off a bottle and drink. When he held it out to her she took it eagerly. That beer of Hank's had started to let her down. And she felt nervous about the evening, about how poorly she'd handled her dates. Her first date. She swigged deeply and was about to swallow for the third time when her uncle grabbed the pint away.