John Kellerman - Hot pants niece

"So Nat's got you to help him, does lie?" said the old man, scratching his head.

"I could do with some of your kind of help myself," he grinned and winked a little too suggestively for Terry. She ignored his look and handed back the ticket. The hardware man was about to turn away when Teresa thought of a good comeback.

"You probably couldn't afford my kind of help," she said, hands on hips. She was tired of being jived so much. She wondered what would happen if she gave it back a little. The old man turned slowly. He was still smiling. His eyes went slowly down her body, pausing at her midriff. Then scanning her long, tan legs.

"Jesus Christ, if it wouldn't kill me, I'd pay a hundred dollars for some of your kind of help, young lady." His voice was almost kind. Teresa hadn't been prepared for anything like this. She began to blush. She turned on her heel and trotted to Nat's pickup, expecting to hear laughter from the hardware man. But when she pulled, out of the space, he was still looking after her, a sad expression on his face.

"Town full of dirty old men," she spit, pulling into a slot by the drugstore.

She found a box of tampax and picked up a movie magazine. The hard-headed woman at the counter rang up the sale.

"That old man at the hardware store sure is weird," Teresa said off-handedly.

The pretty redhead smiled at her. "Old Charlie? Yeah, he sure likes girls. You shouldn't take offense." She pushed Terry's change at her. "He pinches me at least once a week. He's harmless."

"Well I went in to get some supplies for my Uncle and he darn near propositioned me."

The redhead looked at her. "Say, I'll bet you're Nat Henderson's niece, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I sure am."

"I'm Shirley Watkins," the redhead said, "my husband works at the mill. I think he's even related to you." Teresa swallowed hard. She knew bet face was fire engine red. Shirley Watkins was going on about how much Darren liked working for Nat and all that kind of thing. "You have met Darren, haven't you?" she finally asked.

"Uh… no, I don't think I remember him," Terry mumbled and grabbed her sack. "I've got to run. Nice meeting you." She almost stumbled getting to the truck. It shocked the hell out of her when Shirley Watkins came up to the window and leaned in.

"Look, it's almost noon. Nat won't be expecting you back before they start up again so why don't you come home and eat lunch with me."

"I really couldn't…"

"Don't be silly. Of course you could." Shirley nodded her head. "I insist. I'll go tell my boss I'm taking off. You can follow me there… that yellow VW at the curb."

Teresa tried to think of a way out but then Shirley was getting in the yellow car and waving for her to follow. Oh well, she thought, it was no big deal. She was just uncomfortable knowing that Darren had popped her cherry. It would seem strange sharing sandwiches with the bastard's wife. She just prayed Shirley would never find out what her husband had done that day by the lake.

The house was a modest frame bungalow set from the street. Shirley showed Terry around and then noisily went about fixing lunch. Teresa had calmed down a little now. She munched her sandwich and sipped lemonade while Shirley shared the local gossip.

"…and Betty Dobson's husband is always fooling around." Shirley shook her head. "If I caught my husband with another woman, I think rd wring his neck… and maybe her too!"

Teresa choked on her sandwich but Shirley didn't seem to notice.

"I guess I'd bettor fix my hubby something too and take it up to him."

"…I mean, your husband is here." Terry had suddenly lost her appetite.

"He had a terrific headache this morning so he called in sick." Shirley leaned close. "Personally, I think he was just lazy. Monday is hard sometimes and Nat owes him some overtime anyway." She finished the sandwich and cut it down the middle. "Why don't you, come upstairs with me and I'll introduce you two."

"No, I'd better be getting back to…"

"Nonsense, Nat hasn't missed you yet. Come on…"

Trembling, Teresa followed the pretty redhead up the stairs. Darren's eyes flashed when he saw her but he quickly smothered his excitement. Shirley noticed nothing strange as she made the introduction.

"I remember your mom." Darren said, "and I've been wanting to ask you some questions about how she's been doing." Terry almost grimaced. Darren was sure making it sound like old home week.

"It's funny you all being cousins and not knowing each other," Shirley put in. She glanced at her watch, stood up. "I'm gonna have to get back to work."

"…did your mom ever sell that grocery store?" Darren asked, looking at Teresa.

"Yep, she did. I'll go with you, Shirley…"

"There's something else I'd like to know," Darren insisted. Teresa saw with horror that Shirley was halfway out of the room.

"You two go and gab," she said, waving, "I'll see you later."

"Wait, Shirley!" Terry gasped but the redheaded woman was already bouncing down the steps. Teresa bolted for the door. Darren beat her to it. He got her hands pinned to the wall and pound his body against hers. She could feel his hard-on through the thin pajamas.

"I'll scream!" she hissed at him. Darren grabbed her head then and kissed her. Her only sound was a groan that weakened as his hands slid down her willowy body. She was frantic, but helpless. That hot kiss and the way Darren was undoing the front of her short blouse was taking its toll. She could hardly believe it when he started pulling the leg of her cut-off jeans to one side. He was actually going to try and fuck her like that!

"Nooo, let me go, Darren! I didn't even want to come here today… I… I… uhnnn… ohhh, God!" Darren had stretched her panty crotch to one side too. If she hadn't cut off those damned jeans right at the crotch, maybe he wouldn't've been able to get his cock up the leg. But he was. She could feel the sudden heat of his glans pressing her downy cuntlips apart. No! It couldn't be possible to fuck standing up. Then Darren gave a short, sharp jerk with his hips and Teresa went up on her toes as his rigid shaft slid halfway into her cunt.

"I hate you! Ohhhh… ohhh, stop moving like that… Darren… p-p-please!"

She couldn't get away. There was no way to go but up and gravity was keeping her weight down an his thrusting cock. Darren mouthed one of her tits roughly, flicking his tongue across the pink nipple until she whined from the hot pleasure she could no longer ignore. Her pussy was dripping with slick juice. She felt it wetting her denim shorts and the silken band of her panties as that feverish prick jabbed in and out.

"I love your pussy!" Darren sighed, holding her narrow hips down as he tried to get that last, hot inch. As the head of his cock pounded against her womb, Terry began to sob quietly.

"If you knock me up I'll buy a gun and shoot you down like a dog," she whispered. There must have been something in her voice that got Darren's attention. He quit rubbing her so hard, quit pushing her firm ass against the wall.

"You still don't take the pill?" he asked as if surprised.

"How is a fifteen-yen-old going to buy the pill, dummy?" She snuffled noisily. "I was just lucky last time."

"You mean you had your period?" Darren asked, brushing blonde strands from her forehead. Terry blushed.

"I just started."

"That's beautiful. You can't get pregnant while you're having your period."

"Who says?"

"Everybody knows that," he whispered, kissing her neck. His hips began to move again, working the head of his throbbing prick against her deepest folds. Teresa didn't want him to excite her. He'd forced her without her wanting it and expected her to be wiped out with passion. Well, she was feeling it and it felt damned good. But she wasn't going to let Darren know that.