"Hot and naughty nieces" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER THREE

"Of course you can't go out with Gil Blake. You know how I feel about boys your age. They're all after the same thing. And I'm not going to let them get it from one of my daughters."

Annie wanted to hit her father. She wanted to strangle him. She did neither. Keeping her voice cool she smiled and touched his arm with her fingers.

"But Daddy, there's a big hayride planned. Everybody's going. Just everybody!" Annie made her voice even softer. "And I've been helping at the store a lot lately." Her father put down his pen and pushed fingers though his hair. He had the stem, square jaw of a preacher. Annie wondered how hateful he might have been if he'd chosen that profession instead of the antique business.

"Can't you just go alone?"

"On a hayride?" she whined. "Everybody goes with a date. Ohhhh Daddy, please let me go."

"Maybe if I could pick who you went with?"

"What's wrong with Gil?"

Her father slammed his ledger and glared at her. "I told you why. I don't want to hear anything more about Gil Blake." He scratched his nose as if thinking. "I can see how you want to go though. And you have been good about helping me. I guess Jerry could take you."

"Jerry?" Annie tired not to show her anguish. "Jerry Maxwell, my own cousin?"

"Your first cousin too," her father added. "Not one of those kissing cousins." He looked at her hard as if making sure she understood about kinship lines and all the taboos that went along with theme Annie wanted to cry. Jerry was such a dud. He was really out of it. And they were always uncomfortable around each other.

"Jerry I could trust to see that you got in on time. He wouldn't be running around all over town with you after the hayride was over. I know about kids, don't think I don't."

"But Jerry isn't even as old as I am," Annie whined.

"Your birthdays are within a month of each other." Her father stood up. "Listen, young lady if you want to go on that hayride you'll go with your cousin or not at all."

"Jerry'll be just fine," Annie said quickly, stepping back nervously. "Really Daddy. I appreciate you letting me go."

"I'm going to be gone today. I want you to come to the shop after school and take over for your sister. She wants to go clothes shopping, I can't imagine why."

"Yes sir. I'll be here."

"When is this silly hayride anyway?"

"This coming weekend."

"I'll see that Jerry knows about it. I'd like to tell him personally about what time I expect him to bring you home."

Annie watched her father open up his ledger again as she gathered her school books. Sure, he'd scare the wits out of Jerry most likely. As if Jerry needed anyone to crimp his style. He was already thoroughly crimped. He would be about as interesting on a date as a hundred pound sack of potatoes. But at least she'd get to go. Maybe she'd see Gil there.

In the middle of her sixth period class, Annie couldn't sit still any longer. She was thinking of Gil and how his fingers had felt when they'd stretched her panty crotch to one side and dug in the melting soft folds of her pussy. She had been daydreaming about it so much that her nipples had gotten swollen and her cunt was damp. She asked to be excused from the class and hurried down the hall to the girls' restroom.

She was alone inside and quickly found a stall. With the door securely locked she stripped down her panties and hiked up her dress. Her brown cunthair was stuck wetly together in little curliques. She touched a forefinger gingerly to the excited, hot swell of her mound flesh. It parted with a snick and she moved the folds around in their slick juice until she saw the tiny bead of her clit.

"Uhhhhh," she sighed as she mashed the little nubbin down and let it bulge up again. Then she worked it around in circles, the tendrils of pleasure dancing up and down her body. She wanted to get her tits out too but it was too difficult to manage all this in the space of the toilet stall. And another girl had come in too. She heard the tinkle of pee in the pot next to her.

"That you Annie?" the voice said. It was Bobbie Ann Smith, a leggy redheaded cheerleader who had a reputation for being a pretty hot date. Annie acknowledged the girl's greeting. "You going on the hayride?" Bobbie Ann asked after flushing her toilet.

"Yeah. My cousin." Annie'd been almost ashamed to admit this fact.

"I'm going with Gil Blake," Bobbie Ann said. She hadn't even tried to conceal the bragging sound of her voice. "He's neat."

"Yeah. Congratulations." Annie sulked, her elbows on her knees. She could imagine Gil all wrapped around the tall redhead. She jerked up her panties and smoothed down her dress. Bobbie Ann was combing her hair at the mirror when she came out of her booth.

"I heard some things about Gil," Bobbie Ann went on, glancing at Annie.

"Oh?"

"I heard that he's not afraid to actually," Bobbie Ann leaned close to whisper, "go down on a Gil."

"Go down?" Annie didn't know what Bobbie Ann was talking about.

"Don't be so out-of-it," Bobbie Ann laughed. "You know what that means, don't you?"

Annie blushed. Now she had a pretty good idea. Bobbie Ann laughed at her embarrassment. "So what's so great about that?" Annie said, trying to cover her dumbness. Bobbie Ann put her comb back in her purse and stared wide-eyed at Annie.

"What's great about it?" The tall redhead moved closer. "I'll tell you what's so great about it. When a guy actually puts his mouth against a girl's cunt it feels so good that it can make her faint from pleasure."

"Aw Bobbie Ann, you're kidding me…"

"Like hell I am. I had a guy do it to me once. He wasn't very good at it but I just about went bananas. I just had to grab his head and wiggle my pussy against his face unti…"

"I'd better get back to class," Annie said. Her cunt was leaking juice into her panty crotch at an amazing rate. She was all trembling from listening to Bobbie Ann's graphic description of getting eaten. And she remembered too what Gil had said to her that day at church. He'd hinted that he'd like to kiss her down there. She shivered again, her nipples glowing as she pushed out through the door of the bathroom and hurried to her class. She was thinking of Gil dating Bobbie Ann. She was about to cry too. All she could see when she closed her eyes was Gil's open mouth getting closer and closer to the bright red curls of Bobbie Ann Smith's dripping pussy.

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.

"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."