John Kellerman: Hot and naughty nieces

After school she walked directly to her father's antique shop. He never allowed her to stop for so much as an ice cream cone on the way home. And she was always afraid to test him. He had ways of knowing where she was every second of the day it seemed. But to Annie's surprise, Gil Blake was in the store talking to Brenda when she came in.

"There's a Mrs. Colson coming in to see about that dresser," Brenda said, heading for the door. Annie thought she looked more radiant than usual. And the jeans she had on weren't the baggy ones she usually dragged around in. They fit her as tight as skin. Annie wondered, if their father had seen what his oldest daughter was wearing on her body. Gil waited until they were alone and then came over to Annie and put his arms around her waist. She pulled away.

"Hey, what'd I do?"

"Nothing. But I guess you're going to have a grand old time at the hayride with Bobbie Ann Smith." Annie pretended to be scribbling something down at the desk. Gil shoved his hands in his pockets and came over to stand behind her.

"Well hell, I knew I couldn't take you. Your crazy father…"

Annie turned and put her arms around Gil. "Oh Gil, promise you won't have too much fun with her."

"I wanted to be with you." He hugged her, his fingers creeping down to the outward curve of her ass. She liked him to touch her. She wasn't quite so scared anymore. She sighed against his chest as he kissed her hair, then the side of her face. Their lips met and she groaned louder as she ground her mouth up against his urgent tongue. Gil didn't waste anytime getting back to where he'd left off that morning at the church. She felt him lift the hem of her school dress and pet the white inner flesh of her thighs. Then he brushed the damp silken band that protected her virgin pussy from any who might catch a glimpse of it.

Annie made a weak attempt to keep his fingers from slipping under the elastic of the leg hole but let Gil go ahead and do it. He began to massage the plump, warm lips of her mound as she gasped and rubbed her small tits against his chest. She wondered how it would feel with both of them naked.

"Ohhh, Gil darling. I loved it at the church the other day. I couldn't get you off my mind." They kissed again and this time she felt the pressure of Gil's finger against her cherry. She whimpered and breathed hotly against his neck as he massaged the thin membrane. Her cunt was making a slick mess of her panties, and Gil's fingers had to be glossy with her butter too. He was unbuttoning her blouse when they heard the cowbell on the front door jangle.

Annie showed Mrs. Colson the dresser she was interested in. Gil hung back, looking guilty and eager to continue what he'd started. It was all Annie could do to speak without her voice breaking.

"Why don't you call me when you decide," Annie said at last. "I'll be in the back."

Gil followed her to the cluttered, darker back room. There were dusty pieces that hadn't been refinished yet and odds and ends that were hard to sell.

"Gil!" she sighed, crushing herself against him. His hands went directly to her panties and she felt him skinning them down over her plump, white bottom. A glorious thrill shot through her. She'd never had her panties clear off while with a boy and Gil was jerking them down past her knees now. "No Gil, I'd better not." He ignored her, letting the dainty pink things puddle around her ankles.

Now he thrust his hand up between her thighs without hesitation and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out as his finger dug roughly along her crevice. Thrill after thrill made her tremble. He massaged her clit until the butter had made her all shiny and wet down there. Wetter even than before.

"Annie, I want you so bad."

"We can't do anything like that," she moaned. "But I could… I mean I could…" He seemed a little shy. Annie sensed what he was getting at. She told him yes with her eyes.

Gil tightened his strong hands around her waist and Annie jumped as he lifted her and sat her on the top of an old chest of drawers. Her cunt was just about level with his face and Annie blushed at the obvious connection. Gil could hardly look at her. But he wasn't afraid to look in under her skirt where it cut across the white flesh of her thighs. Then slowly he moved her dress on up, exposing her young, throbbing cunt. The pink insides were all pushed out from the excitement she felt. And as she looked down at her brown thatch of hair, she saw a wet spot form on the dark wood of the dresser top. Gil pulled her forward so that her pussy was hanging over the edge. She felt the wetness under her ass cheeks. Gil licked his lips. He was breathing hard. Annie thought about what Bobbie Ann had said. And now that fantastic event was about to happen to her. She put her trembling fingers to the sides of Gil's face.

"We've got to listen for Mrs. Colson. She might take all day deciding. Or she might not."

"Annie," he groaned, as if not hearing a word she'd said. His mouth came forward. Annie had her knees apart slightly but she didn't know how to go about letting all this happen. She didn't want a reputation like Bobbie Ann. Smith had. But she wanted so much to be eaten!

"Uhhhhh," she gasped as his lips brushed her mound. Nothing had really happened yet but that first touch was electric. She felt Gil push her knees wider. Then his mouth pressed harder and his tongue was pressing into the pink, smoldering folds. It sounded like a ripe fruit being opened and Annie let her head fall back weakly as her clit pulsed with fresh blood. She could see the doorway to the front part of the store. And she could hear Mrs. Colson puttering around by the piece she was considering. Then Gil's tongue slid down her crevice again and her eyes went out of focus.

"Oh yes Gil! Oh darling Gil!" She curled her nails in his hair, her bottom lurching atop the tall chest of drawers. Her insides were on fire. Her nipples tickled in a way that made her want to tear off her blouse. "Gil, touch my breasts," she sighed, too excited to be shy about asking.

Gil stopped kissing her pussy and unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom. Then he lay back the material as if he was exposing some priceless treasure. Annie's small, white swells stood proudly from her chest. Her nipples were a darker pink than usual and very erect. Gil kissed each one tenderly and then sucked one whole breast into his mouth.

"Yaaaaahhh," Annie whimpered, wallowing her chest against his sucking caress. She felt his tongue flicking her nipple until it seemed about to explode. Her cunt spasmed, contracting tightly up inside her body where no man had ever touched.

Annie had gone much further with Gil than she'd ever dreamed of going with any guy. And it scared her. The shyness she'd felt at the church had almost disappeared completely. She was willing to let this young male suck her tits, feel her pussy… even lick it! And she wasn't sure she would be satisfied with that alone either.

"Gil, you'd better stop. Let me go see how Mrs. Colson is doing."

"Oh baby, you know you want more." He grabbed her thighs hard and pushed his mouth up close to her cunt again. As his tongue teased her clit again Annie felt her resolve weaken. She groaned and clawed at his shoulders with both hands. His tongue was so rough and so soft at the same time. It slipped across her clit again and again, stroking the throbbing nub of cuntflesh until it was jutting up like a slick, pink finger.

She'd slipped down a little and her long legs were draped over Gil's shoulders now. He ate at her feverish young pussy with noisy gusto, her juices dripping off his chin as she pumped her bottom up and down, swathing his face with her silky-smooth insides. She was losing all control. She was gasping for air, wild with capturing that elusive tickle that was growing stronger by the second.