John Kellerman: Hot and naughty nieces

"Honey… Ohhh honey, ohhhhh you're killing me!" She crossed her ankles behind his head, squeezing the sides of his face with her thighs. Gil's tongue stabbed and petted her. Her short dress was tangled up above her waist, her blouse half off her thin shoulders as she wiggled and squirmed against the tantalizing friction of his sucking mouth.

"Mnnnuuuh," Gil groaned.

"God! Ghaaaaa!" Annie was out of her head. She knew now what Bobbie Ann Smith had been talking about. Yes, it was every bit as good as that… even better. It was the loveliest thing that had ever happened to her pussy. And Gil knew exactly where to touch her with his tongue.

She was going to come! She could feel the oily heat between her thighs throb with a sensation more consuming than anything she'd ever felt. Her ass bucked violently on the hard edge of the dresser now. Her shoulders twisted and she squirmed with a hungry passion against the wonderful mouth of her boyfriend. With her legs still over his shoulder, she straightened then and pointed her toes. A sandal fell to the floor with a loud clap. The wet sound of Gil's mouth eating her cunt seemed, to echo in the dark room. The dazzling thrills were on her so suddenly that she thought she might throw herself from where she was perched. But Gil held her down as he continued to feast on the satin-smooth secrets of her adolescent cunt.

"Yuuuhhh! Whhhaaa Gil darling. Ohhhh!" She tossed and shivered as climax knifed through her with the fury of a hurricane. Her pussy hole tightened underneath the thin membrane of her cherry. Annie felt like her cunt was trying to squeeze an imaginary cock. Gil grew more passionate, his tongue brushing over the delicate spat and then pressing in hard.

"Ahhhhh honeeeey!" she squealed, feeling the tip of his tongue enter the menstrual opening in her hymen. He fucked in and out, the new friction bringing her climax to a point of maddening pleasure. Again she cried out, wishing she could stifle her passionate moans but incapable of doing it.

By now Annie was practically sitting on Gil's shoulders, her cunt facing him. Only her elbows were resting on the old chest of drawers. Gil supported her as he kept tonguing her cherry and lapping her clit. The bucking fury of her climax lessened slightly but an exquisite little itch continued. Annie knew that if she just kept squirming and Gil kept licking that she could work that tingle into another climax. But she heard a noise at that moment and turned her head.

"Excuse me," Mrs. Colson blurted and backed out of the doorway. Gil stopped eating Annie's pussy and jerked his head around. But the old woman had gone.

"Oh God," Annie whined, still trembling with the after heat of her ravishing come.

"She saw us," Gil hissed. The front door jangled as Mrs. Colson went out. Annie looked at him. His cheeks and chin were glistening with her cunt butter. She felt like crying. Or laughing. She laughed, hugging his head against her again.

"Oh Gil, you did something to me I'll never forget. You're wonderful. I love you."

"Hey baby, maybe we'd better get our act together here before another customer shows."

He helped her down from the chest of drawers and Annie found her panties and stepped into them. She gave a little gasp as the cool silk fit against her swollen cunt. She felt raw down there. Wonderfully raw. Gil looked at her lovingly, his pants bulging in front. Annie watched him watching her as she buttoned up the front of her blouse.

"You're a naughty boy, Gil Blake," she teased. "If my father knew what you just did."

"You'd be in as much trouble as I would," he laughed, tickling her.

"Do you think Mrs. Colson will say anything?"

"Course not. An old fogey like that would be too embarrassed to so much as mention sex to anyone." Gil chuckled and shook his head. "I'll bet she got the thrill of her life when she saw me doing that to you."

"Oh Gil, do you like me a little?" Annie pushed her thin body against him and hugged him hard. She could feel his erection throbbing against his thigh. And then Gil reached into his pants and straightened the shaft so that it stretched up between his belly and the inside of his skivvies. Annie could tell by the long lump of it as he hugged her again.

"You know that big brass bed out front?" he whispered. Annie nodded. "Come on."

She followed him over to it and let him push her down on her back. Then he got between her legs and started humping against her. His pants were still on so she knew they could jump up quickly if someone started to come into the shop. And it felt good knowing that Gil was enjoying the shape of her body under him.

"Does it feel nice?" she whispered, her tongue wetting his earlobe like he'd done to her a little while before.

"Yeah," Gil gasped. "I'm pretty close. After all that eating I did…"

"Close?" Annie breathed, liking the way the lump in his pants rubbed the top of her mound.

"Yeah Annie, awful close. God damn! Ohhh baby, put your arms around me tight. Hold me Annie! Christ, hold on to me!"

Annie was taken by surprise. But she sensed Gil's excitement as he squirmed around wildly on top of her body. His cock seemed to be growing even bigger where it was trapped inside his jeans. And suddenly Gil unzipped his pants in front so that just his cotton skivvies and her silk panties separated their flesh. He plunged the throbbing cock up and down her belly.

"Oh Gil, ohhhh darling," she cooed, feeling a spasm go though him. He seemed to get very tense all over. And then he made a soft noise deep, deep in his throat. He kept pumping his hips, kept rubbing his cock against her soft belly. Until at last Annie was aware of a damp feeling on her panties. Gil let out a shuddering breath and went limp on top of her. His prick had slipped completely out of his underwear just as the hot cream had boiled out onto the front of Annie's pink panties. She was trembling from experiencing the rutting excitement of a man on top of her. And when she put her fingers down she felt the puddle of slimy stuff.

But now that it was all over, Annie was starting to feel guilty about things. Mrs. Colson could hint something to someone and a rumor would be started. And Annie wondered if maybe she'd let Gil go too far. After all she wasn't dating him. Her father wouldn't allow her to date at all. It all seemed so confusing. Yet her body had told her to go ahead and do it.

"Gil, we'd better get up…"

"Yeah." He had a lazy, comfortable look on his face. As her panties dried, they got stiff. Annie didn't know whether to chance wearing them.

"When can I see you again?" Gil asked, breaking her thoughts.

"Oh God, I don't know. Whenever we can sneak around and do it," she sighed. Gil chuckled at her choke of words and Annie blushed.

"I'd like to do it with you every night of the week."

"We haven't even done it yet," she said back and then they both laughed. Gil took her in his arms and pulled her slim body close.

"God, I really want you Annie. I can't wait until we really can…"

"Oh don't say it. I'm confused Gil, I really am. I wish I knew what was happening to me."

"You're growing up, that's all. And your father is trying to keep you from maturing. It's unnatural, the way he wants you to act."

"You think so?"

Gil's hand caressed her pert ass. "I know so. Maybe we can get together at the hayride."

"Fat chance. Me with my cousin and you going with that Bobbie Ann Smith."

"It'll be a long hayride," Gil whispered. "Lots of things can happen."

When Brenda left the antique store, she went straight to a fancy store downtown. She'd been saving money, for no special reason. But now she had a very good reason to spend some. As much as she felt the sinfulness for buying something pretty for her own uncle to see her in, she couldn't resist doing it. She'd never in her life worn a pretty dress. Her father had always told her she was ordinary looking, or at least hinted it. Well maybe she was ordinary looking. But even ordinary people looked attractive. There was no reason she had to wear ill-fitting clothes and keep her hair in a bun. But until Wade had touched her, she'd never really considered any other possibility.