John Kellerman: Hot pants niece

"Watch out baby," Eddy grunted, jerking a clean handkerchief from his pocket and tossing it at her. Terry clutched at it but as she tried to get it around the soldier's cock, a white fountain burst from the tip. It jetted two feet into the air and fell in strings over her arms. She barely got the handkerchief over the exploding head before it spit out another stick glop of fizz. It thrilled her to watch the stuff quickly soak the thin cotton handkerchief as she continued to pump the hot seed from Eddy's balls.

It wasn't but a few seconds and he relaxed, slumping down into the seat. She cleaned the grease from between her fingers but the cum on her arms was drying already and it was hard to get off. Eddy watched her scrubbing at her skin and smiled.

"I hate to see you disappear from my life," he said nonchalantly. "Why don't you let me know where you're staying?"

"No… I can't. I'm supposed to be…" – she shrugged – "…out of circulation." Eddy laughed. Terry glanced nervously up the aisle. The old man two seats away was snoring a newspaper hanging from his fingers. No one else seemed to know that they were even alive.

"Why don't you let me eat you out before you…"

"Eat me!" Terry blushed and stared at the soldier. His words had excited her to a point of near madness. She'd heard about things like that. Of men going down on women and women giving head to men. But this offer of Eddy's had been so off-handed. Like he would eat a girl any day of the week and twice on Sunday if he thought she wanted to.

"Nobody's wise to us. Just lay down on this seat and bend your legs up and I'll work around your panties somehow." He tilted his head in thought. "Or maybe you could slip them off."

"I… don't know, Eddy. I never… well, what I mean is, I should get back to my own seat before my sister wakes up and…"

"I can do it real good," he said, voice low and sexy. He showed her the tip of his tongue and moved it slowly from side to aide. Teresa was about to come unglued. She twisted a lock of her hair and thought. Her narrow chest rose and fell as she wondered how it would feel to have a man's spit-slickened lips kissing her cunt.

"Maybe just a few more minutes," she breathed and then Eddy was lowering her onto the seat, lifting her legs. She felt her panties being skinned off. She closed her eyes and tried to get hold of her emotions. But that was impossible because the handsome soldier was kissing the insides of her thighs now and she whimpered her surrender and let her knees sag apart.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Eddy whispered. "You smell ripe for a good eating out."

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, already pumping her ass in slow circles. Then something soft and hot and wet brushed open the swollen lips of her pussy and slid deep. As Eddy's tongue dragged across her clit a shiver of pleasure jolted through her body. "Ohh, I just don't believe it… just can't… ohhhhhh!"

Jane was uncomfortable. She'd just awakened from a disturbing dream and found her panties very damp. Who could sleep in a bus anyway? And that dream! She'd never had such a dream in her life. Men… big, awful, hairy men… one holding her down while the other did simply unheard of things to her cunt! She fluffed her pillow and turned in the seat and closed her eyes again. She wondered where her sister had gone, then guessed she was probably in the small bathroom at the back of the bus. Jane sighed and tried to relax. But her emotions were all knotted up after that dream. The way that man's mouth had felt against her cunt… it had seemed so real. A strange tickle had shivered through her body as she'd slept and some of that excitement was still with her. She toned her hips. The angle of her body in the seat had caused the silken crotch of her panties to twist up between the lips of her cunt. Now every movement rubbed the soaked nylon against her clit. She tried to remain still but then a tingle would bunt through her and she couldn't resist squirming to make it better.

What's wrong with me anyway? she breathed to herself, wrestling with her pillow to get more comfortable. And where was Terry? Surely she'd peed by now. But it was silly to worry about her sis on a Greyhound bus. What could possibly happen to her with all these people around? She snuggled into the pillow again and couldn't resist pumping her hips. Maybe if I straighten that crotchband a little. She sneaked her hand under her skirt and found the lacy edge where it disappeared between the plump, feverish cuntlips. Careful not to catch a hair, she dug the nylon out of the flooding depths and stretched it to the outside of one aching lip. That left her slit exposed, but at least the crotchpiece wouldn't rub her anymore. Her fingers hovered over the steamy heat. Maybe she should see just how wet she really was. Yes, she should do that. With a soft touch, she pressed against the slightly parted crevice. It opened with a sexy click and her finger slipped into the velvety folds.

"Ohhhh… ohhhh, God, that… that's so nice…" Quickly she jerked her finger out. She knew she'd touched enough. Yes, she was wet. Wasn't that all she'd been wanting to find out? But with her finger slick with her own butter, she couldn't resist another plunge into the sensitive divide. She bit her bottom lip and eased her finger in again. This time she felt her clit throbbing against the touch as if eager for her to rub it. She gave it one light caress. The shudder of pure pleasure she felt made her rub it again.

"Nhuuh… ohhh, God, I gotta stop… gotta…"

A strange glow spread from her belly upwards. And her thighs were warm and soft feeling too. It was the most delicious sensation. And the more she worked her finger against that swollen lump of clit flesh, the hotter she grew. The bus rumbled along the highway. It was so dark inside, surely no one suspected what she was doing. But why couldn't she stop? What had happened to her willpower? She'd never been tempted to such activities before. It was that damned dream! That awful dream of those men with their hot mouths pressed against her body!

"No… Ohhh what's happening to me?" Her flesh seemed to crawl with ecstasy. She worked her hips against the light brush of her fingers. The slickness seemed to pour out of her body. Shi thought of how she'd watched Teresa in the bathtub and how disapproving she was of that kind of thing. But now with her own fingers delving sinfully into the warmth of her own cunt, it was impossible to think clearly.

Jane squirmed wildly as she experienced pleasure she'd only read about in romantic novels. It was a kind of tickle… an itch that grew into something words would, never come close to. The entire underside of her body was on fire. Such a wonderful fire it was.

"Ohhhh, I'm so slick and hot," she gasped, exciting herself with her own words. Her finger snaked back against her clit again and dug the tender stalk where it grew from the velvety flesh.

She was coming almost before she realized that she'd pushed herself too far to go back. Her body writhed and her breath panted loudly as she felt the glory bunt between her virgin thighs. She was working her clit with a fingernail now and the intensity of the sensation as she went over the top made her squeal. For a second she thought she might faint. Ecstasy flowed over and through her skin. Her nipples ached against the cups of her bra. She pumped her ass forward and back against her fingers as if she were actually under a man and really getting it good. She knew what she was thinking and knew that it was wrong. But Jane went on thinking it was the only thing to do with her body quivering with ecstasy like that.

"Uhhhhh… ohhhh, God!" She bucked as the final throes shot through her. Then she dragged her wet fingers out of her slit and pushed them under her nose. They were covered with her own strong smell. She'd always thought a girl had to put up with certain animal realities… like her smell for instance. But now that musky scent was like a perfume. She managed to get her panties straight again, letting the crotchband slip tightly against her swollen cuntlips. Almost any movement was excruciating. She'd rubbed herself raw. The excitement that had taken over her mind and body had made her do things she wouldn't have dreamed of back home. Maybe it was the bus, maybe it was a lot of things.