John Kellerman: Hot pants niece

"No… don't…"

"Hell, you're still virgin, aren't you?" Eddy explored the delicate hollow where her cherry stretched. "I haven't seen one of them animals in a long times," he slurred.

"Maybe I'd better get beck to my seat," she breathed, looking around to see if anyone might be watching them. She'd begun to wonder if maybe he was taking too big a chance fooling around with this stranger… maybe her sis was right to keep an eye on her. But it felt so good… so good to have Eddy's finger working gently back and forth in the hot slick folds of her pussy. Her body yearned to be touched. She couldn't resist the hunger she felt so deeply. And what could he do on a bus, anyway? All she had to do was yell and he'd let her go. It was like the time she'd let Bob Carson kiss her all over her body. Parked in the middle of a drive-in movie she'd let him do that. She'd felt safe… in a way. But Teresa realized that she really didn't want to feel safe. Scared as she was of going all the way, she had a terrific lust to lose her virginity.

She squeezed the throbbing prick that warmed her palm… imagining that monstrous thing sliding through her hymen. She could see the blood spurting, she could see her young, unsullied cunt being stretched to take the plunging shaft!

"Ohh… mmmmm… that fools wonderful," she whispered against Eddy's neck. His finger had found her clit and was giving it light and loving caresses. Usually the feels she got were too rough, too unpracticed. A guy thought that soft little bump was to be dug at like some pimple or something. She made her date take his hand out of her panties when it got too painful. With Eddy, she worked her slender hips around in circles, giving him even more inner surfaces to work on. He knew how to do it and do it good!

"Listen, Terry," he said, kissing her neck, "I want you bad. We could do it right here on the seat and nobody…"

"Oh, God no! You've got to be kidding!"

"I'm not kidding…"

"You're drunk then…" She caught his wrist. He'd been moving a stiff finger down towards her cherry. Opposing emotions ran through her. She wanted to fuck! She wanted to see how it was, how it felt. But at the same time something held her back. It was probably all the crap she'd had to listen to from her mother. And it didn't seem like the most romantic place to get screwed either… the back of a Greyhound bus.

"Hey, it'll feel good. I've got a rubber…"

"Nooooo… ohhh… don't do that Eddy… please don't!"

His finger was digging at the tender spot that protected her virgin cunt. She squeezed the head of his cock hard and Eddy quit pressing against the vulnerable place. Now she knew that a man could be controlled too. She lightened the pressure and heard the soldier gasp.

"You were about to squeeze the head right off," he moaned, giving her an angry look.

"You better be good now," she warned, squeezing him again. He let his head flop back on the bus seat and his eyes rolled. Lights from the highway fished through the windows.

"Hey, lighten up baby, I ain't doin' nothing to you."

Terry pulled her hand out of his shorts. "I'd better act back to my seat."

"Wait," Eddy said, grabbing her wrist. "I messed up. I'm sorry. I thought maybe you wanted to screw."

"Well, I don't. Not here anyway. And maybe not even with you." She lifted her chin and wrinkled her short nose at him as if he was suddenly disgusting. Inside she was still very curious and more than a little excited. But it wasn't easy to act so cool.

"How about giving me a hand-job?" Eddy said, smiling at her. He tipped the bottle up again. There wasn't much whiskey left.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."

"Like hell," he grinned, pulling her face close. The kiss excited her more than she meant it to. What was it about this guy? What was it about any guy? It seemed like she had a little trigger somewhere that went off with hardly a touch. Her heart raced as his tongue plunged in and out between her teeth. Eddy sure knew how to kiss. When he sucked her own tongue into his mouth she let him and dissolved into his embrace with a whimper.

"I've got to go," she managed to say, trying to leave.

"Give me that hand-job baby. I'll really appreciate it."

"Eddy, let me go."

"Come on, sugar…" He took her hand and pushed it down again. This time his cock was free of his shorts altogether. In the dim light from passing cars, she could see the shape and size of it clearly. It was thick around the shaft and very white. The veins jutted up like worms winding from his balls to the tip. And that tip! It flared out from the rest of the soldier's prick like some strange mushroom. It was different in color too… a dark purple. No wonder it had felt so strange when she'd had her hand plunged deep into his jockey shorts. Teresa had the strangest desire to touch it again. But she sucked in a deep breath and started to get up.

"Twenty bucks?" Eddy said, grabbing her wrist again, jerking her down.

"What do you mean, twenty bucks?"

"You know what I mean." Eddy slipped a bill from his pants and folded it into Terry's palm. Her heart raced. Just taking the twenty was an agreement of sorts. She swallowed hard and looked at the money. Then she looked back at Eddy. He had something else in his hand. "You can use this," he smiled, making her take it. Terry saw that it was a squeeze tube of hair grease. Her fingers shook.

"I… I better get back to my sister." But she didn't move. Eddy's big cock jutted straight up from his crotch. She stared at it as if hypnotized.

"What you do is squeeze some out on the head. Then you can rub it in all over." He looked at her without blinking. "Why don't you put that twenty in your pocket. You can buy something pretty with it."

Avoiding his look, Teresa stuffed the bill in the pocket of her skirt. Then she got her bra back on right and slipped into her blouse. Eddy was nice enough to button it up for her. At last she turned to face him. His cock throbbed for attention.

"I've never done this before… I don't really know how."

"You're a natural. Just go ahead and start before I cream all over the place thinking about it."

Still trembling, Terry squeezed a huge glop of the hair grease onto the palm of her hand and another generous dab at the very tip of the soldier's prick. He moaned as she began to smear and smooth the stuff over the surface of the feverish head and shaft.

The touch of the mushroom barb against her soft fingers was unbelievable. She kept gasping for more air as she moved her touch up and down, rubbing the lubrication deeper. But it was just as exciting to watch Eddy's reaction. He squirmed his hips around on the seat and kept clenching and unclenching his fists, Teresa a surprised to see that his cock was getting even bigger as she jacked him. The smooth, sliding clutch of her fingers bumped up over the flared head and down again… up and down, up and don. The friction against that swollen pert seemed to effect the groaning soldier more than anything else.

"Baby… yeah… you got it… you got it!" He flopped his head and struggled to get air into his lungs. Terry was fascinated by his helpless condition. She wondered just how good it really felt. She squeezed the bulging tip until a tiny droplet emerged from the tiny hole and dripped down her finger. Was that cum? She wondered. Was Eddy already coming? But as she continued to squeeze and massage him, nothing else spurted out. And she had heard that when a man shot off, it really did spurt. Eddy moaned.

"Faster… faster Goddamn it…"

"Like this?" she asked, working her hand in quick jerks as the dark head grew even darker. She could see it throbbing and swelling in a steady rhythm. Eddy was going crazy. He grabbed her leg and squeezed it as his breath whistled. She clenched her fingers tightly around the shaft and pumped like she was trying to break the strange thing from his body. It was strange! It had changed so much even during the few moments she'd had it in her hand. Teresa was excited at the thought of having something expand inside her like that.