John Kellerman: Eager beaver niece

The dust was still settling when she got out and slammed the door. The parking lot didn't look so romantic in the hot jars of mid-day. She could see the litter of beer cans and hot dog wrappers. Lynn walked over to a row of bushes at the edge of the parking lot. She saw a girl's sock hanging among the branches and something else. She went to find a long stick to reach between the thorny branches. When she brought it back out there was a punctured rubber hanging from the tip. The cum had dried and she could see a darker smear around the rolled top. Some virgin's blood, no doubt.

"What the hell am I doing up here anyway?" he said, looking at the clouds. But instead of getting back in the car she walked up the path which led past the spot where her cousin Ricky had done lowly things to her.

The grass was just as they'd left it. She could almost see the shape of her body there where Ricky had pressed her down, had jabbed his hard cock into her hot cunt. Lynn touched her red hair and let out a gasp of unashamed passion. She slipped a hand under her shirt and found one strained cup of her bra. It took only a slight movement to let her tit free. Then she was massaging the nipple with steady squeezes as she remembered how it had been with Rick. After less than a minute she gave a little cry and fled back down the path. She ran to the red sports car and jumped in, her cowboy shirt open down the front, one tit bouncing heavily on her chest. And then the idea hit her.

If she'd thought such a thing at any other time she would have laughed. Or she'd be ashamed at having such lewd thoughts. But now she was dripping with juice. The crotch of her panties was plastered against the flaming curls of her pussy. She dug in her purse looking for the foil packet she'd swiped from her uncle's drawer. The rubber was hard to get out until her fumbling fingers managed to grasp the pre-lubricated skin. And then she was staring the short, stubby gear-shift knob. Panting. Hungry for release.

"Forgive me." She gazed upwards again… "Whoever watches these terrible things from heaven. Forgive me!" Lynn knew it was something she could never confess to a priest. She unrolled the rubber cover over the gear knob.

Somehow that made it seem more realistic. Then she wriggled out of her slacks and leaving her panties on, knelt above the hump that ran between the bucket seats. Her uncle's car was so well tuned that she only had to thumb the starter button an instant. The powerful little engine thrummed to life, idling.

"Ohhhhh, God. Ohhhhh, I'm burning up!" She caught a glimpse of her freckled cheeks in the rear view mirror as she lowered herself. Her mouth was slack, her eyes half-slitted. And as the smooth, rubber-sheathed knob touched the inside of her thigh, she gave a little whimper of lust.

With trembling fingers she stretched her panty crotch to one aide. The gear knob touched her cuntlips. They were already parted slightly from her position. She pumped her hips slowly, swathing the rubber with her juices. Then she dropped another inch and felt her cuntlips divide. Her glossy opening bloomed with anticipation. She pulled the dash throttle out a fraction of an inch and the engine thrummed tighter. The vibration through the transmission was devastating. Again Lynn saw her face in the mirror, saw the drool hanging at the corner of her mouth, saw her mused red hair dancing in the light breeze. She got a hand around her tit and massaged it deeply as she let her knees bend more. The vibrating knob pushed three inches into the velvety tube.

"Yaaahhhh," she groaned, working her hips gingerly. That thing was so unyielding. It wasn't really like a cock. And yet it was, too. Different. All she had. She kept rubbing her tit and grasped the base of the shift lever to keep her from slipping down too far and hurting herself. Her juices surged down the metal rod and over her knuckles. There was a sucky, slippery sound as she squirmed atop the lever.

"Uhhnnn! Ohhhmmm!" She fumbled at the dash, pulled the throttle out more. The engine sang now and a high r.p.m. tingle shot up through her loins. It felt like she was about to take off. Her clit was being ravished too, teased by the buzz of the transmission.

Lynn thought about Ricky going in and out of her pussy. She thought of his cock and how it had cummed in the moonlight. She thought of her uncle and of those things in his desk drawer. She pitched forward then back. Swirling images of her cousin Ricky and of her uncle swirled through her thoughts. And then she was coming.

"Whuuuhhh… ahhhhh… shit!" With on foot on each seat she fucked herself as far as she could onto the buzzing, tickling gear lever. The sound of her soft tissues clasping around the thing excited her all the more. A subtle tingle had turned to a stunning wave of utter pleasure. She worked her passion out with study movements of her, she grabbed the throttle and pumped it in and out to make the engine buck. And as the last breath stopping spasm surged through her the car died with a shudder and Lynn collapsed against the seat edge, her big tits jutting up towards the sun.

"Ohhhhhh, Jesus! Ohhhh, God!" She licked the saliva from her lips and tried to focus on something – anything. At last she eased her pussy up off of the gear shift and gazed down at the glistening mess. The rubber clung tight to the plastic and metal thing. It took her a moment to peel it off. She flung the rubber into the bushes with the other she'd found there. If anyone ever found it, they would never know that it'd been used by a car. The thought made Lynn laugh. Her uncle's sexy little car had fucked her. But her amusement quickly turned to more intimate suggestion. Her Uncle Chad would use the little car again soon some day and then his hand would touch the very place her pussy had surrounded. Though she couldn't understand why that should excite her, it did. She pulled her panty crotch back over the ravished membranes of her pussy and struggled into her pants.

"I shouldn't have come up here at all," she said, frowning. "I wish I'd never grown up at all," she cried, angry at herself now. "I wish I was just a kid again. Like Jeany." She thought of her young cousin. Blonde, carefree, happy. She could almost see the sweet girl's tits and boyish hips. She went around like she didn't have a care in the world. But someday she too would feel the burning fires inside her. Lynn settled behind the wheel and gunned the engine to life once more.

"Poor Jeany," she breathed. "She'll probably be as mixed up I am when that happens."

Taking one last look at herself in the mirror and closing the buttons of her shirt, Lynn turned around and tore off down the dirt road to the highway.

Jeany had just stepped front her morning bath and was sitting on the closed commode with a mirror when her brother tapped at the door.

"I'm busy!" she barked, her heart quickening with the guilt she felt. She had the mirror down between her thighs and had dipped a fingertip in the face cream jar to explore her pink-tinged linings.

"Can't spay take a leak?"

"Can't you go downstairs?"

"Mom's using the downstairs john," he argued, tapping again.

"Oh, all right." Jeany wiped her finger on a tissue, put down the mirror and went to the door. Her knees were a little weak. She'd been pressing in against her cherry, trying to see how thick it was. And then she'd rubbed the funny little hood that hid her clit. The tiny bulb had just been swelling up from the soft hood when her brother had so rudely interrupted.

The door swung back and Rick strode into the steamy room without a stitch on. Though he paid no attention to Jeany, she found herself staring at him. They'd been pretty casual as they'd grown up and until she'd seen her brother with Lynn the other night, Jeany hadn't really thought of him in a sexual way. But now as he stood before the toilet, cock in hand, she stared. The yellow are of pee spattered into the bowl. She could see the little tube swelled out along the underside of his shaft. It was the same little tube the cum spurted from on a boy. Ricky's balls looked big and heavy. She could see the shape of them easily in the drooping sac. He put a hand to the small of his back and she had to turn to the door.