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                            JACK PACK
                      by Russell Hoisington

                          Eight of Nine
                      Jack's Sunday Surprise

     Cyndi lay on her back atop a towel placed next to the pool,
while Megan hovered on hands and knees above her, each furiously
sucking and tonguing the other's clit.  Jack was behind Megan,
humping her cunt like a madman as his nuts grazed Cyndi's
forehead.

     Mary Beth's head popped up from the water beside them.  She
pushed her long blonde hair back and looked at Jack with large,
hungry, hazel eyes.  "Please, Uncle Jack," she begged as water
dripped from her pointed chin, "I wanna do sex stuff, too."

     "Sure, honey," he grunted with a grin, not slowing his
frenzied pistoning.  "Come on up here."

     With a huge smile the not-yet-eight year old sprang from the
water and stood beside him.  He kissed her, and her small tongue
wrestled with his the way her older sister's did.  He removed the
small black nylon top from her flat chest and watched her tiny
nipples erect when the air hit them.  He untied the waist strings
of her thong bottom from around her straight waist and gave them
over to the mercies of gravity, watching with great anticipation
for her hairless little cunt to appear.

     "IT'S SEVEN O'CLOCK ON AN ATLANTA SATURDAY AND IT'S ALREADY
EIGHTY DEGREES OUT THERE!"

     "Aw, fuck," Jack moaned as he was dragged against his will
to consciousness.  Then, slowly, he realized that his throbbing
boner was pressed against the crack of the taut young ass of Mary
Beth's older sister.  He felt his daughter's gentle kiss between
his shoulder blades before she yawned and asked, "Why didn't you
shut that silly alarm off?"

     "I was asking myself that same question," he muttered as he
tried to reach across Megan to hit the off button.  "It
interrupted the nicest dream."

     "I'll get it, Daddy.  I have to go to the bathroom anyway."

     He murmured his thanks as she slid off the bed, padded
around to the other nightstand, and set the alarm control to
"off."  She blinked sleepily at her father wrapped around her
cousin and smiled with deep dimples and sparking, if sleepy,
eyes.  "You can't pee with a stiffy," she said, causing Jack to
realize he needed to go, too.  "You might as well fuck May to
make it go down.  I don't think she'll mind it."

     "I won't," Megan said through a yawn as her eyes opened to
narrow squints.  She hunched her ass experimentally, reaching
between her legs to assure herself that his erection was where
she thought it was.  She dragged a fingertip across her cunt as
she withdrew her hand.  "Go ahead," she said, angling her ass to
give him a better entry path.  "I'm already wet.  I was having a
really nice dream, too."

     "Oh, DARN it!" Cyndi said.  "I can't stay to watch or I'll
wet the rug."  She dashed into the bathroom as Jack eased his
throbbing boner into the hot slurry in his niece's love tube.

     It was just a quick, simple fuck from behind with no fancy
features.  Both came and both were satisfied -- temporarily.

     After each had had an individual turn in the bathroom they
had a group shower.  The large environmental shower chamber was
comfortable for two, but just crowded enough for three to
constantly rub against each other.

     After showering, to include the requisite soap checks, they
had a leisurely breakfast.  Megan suggested a day of sex games,
porno videos, and general relaxation.  "I need to do the monthly
grocery shopping today," Jack said before shoving another forkful
of eggs into his mouth.

     "Aw, please, Uncle Jack, let it wait until tomorrow morning.
It won't be crowded if you go while everyone's in church.  I have
a lot of catching up to do.  Please?"  When she saw him hesitate,
she picked up a biscuit half and rubbed its butter and honey on
her nipples.  She rose from her chair and moved to his side,
allowing him to suck and lick her breasts clean while he slowly
fingered her pussy.

     Cyndi sighed, lifted her glass of orange juice before her
face, and said to it, "Now I know how Doctor Frankenstein felt
when he realized he'd created a monster."

     They spent the day licking, fucking, sucking, and playing in
various rooms of the house, in the sauna, and in and around the
pool without wearing so much as a pair of shower shoes.  Cyndi
unlocked the "special closet" and brought out the love swing,
love seat, and other toys that were kept hidden from those who
would ask why Jack had need to such items if he wasn't seeing any
women.  By bedtime Jack was exhausted.

     Cyndi conferred with Megan in brief whispers before they
crawled into bed with him.  She said that if Jack would just fuck
her until she came once, he could then slow-fuck Megan again, but
this time he could leave his dick in her while they slept.  He
managed about forty minutes before he creamed Megan's cunt and
both immediately drifted off to sleep.

     Cyndi checked the clock.  It was just half-past ten.  She
slipped into her room to send an instant computer message.  She
was happy to get an immediate response and posed a question.
When she returned to their bedroom she was smiling with one
corner of her mouth.

     Jack was lying across the bed, his cock still inside the
tight, wet tunnel of Megan's hairless young twat.  Cyndi turned
out the lights, eased into the bed, and kissed him on the cheek.
"I love you with all my heart, Daddy," she whispered.  "And I
love you, too, May."  She kissed Megan's forehead and then lay
down with her feet at the top of the bed and head near her
father's and went to sleep with a loving smile on her angelic
face.

                              ÄÄÄÄÄ

     "It's already late," Cyndi said, tugging on his arm.  "We
should have set the alarm.  You don't have time for any fun or
the supermarket will be crowded when you get there.  Go on!  Get
up and get in the shower!"

     "I could wait until tomorrow," Jack said around a huge yawn.

     "NO!  Tomorrow morning, everything will be picked over, and
they won't have the shelves restocked.  Hurry up!"  She pulled on
his arm again.

     Back in the right rear corner of his mind, the engineer who
never sleeps said that more was afoot than just grocery shopping.
For whatever reason, they wanted him out of the house.

     "Okay.  What if...."

     Megan moved.  His flaccid cock slid out of her tight hole,
hit his leg, and stuck.  "Gotta pee," she explained.  "I'll use
Cyndi's bathroom.  You go ahead and shower now."

     Obviously the engineer was right.

     The girls joined him in the shower and simultaneously
scrubbed him front and back, but their soap checks were
perfunctory.  "We'll wash each other," Megan said, pushing the
shower door open.  "You hurry or you'll be really late getting
back because of the lines, and you'll miss out on more than you
would have if you'd hadn't had to have a quickie first."

     He tried to parse that sentence, but Cyndi slapped him
lightly on the butt.  "Git!"

     He got.  He listened to their laughter as he dressed in
white Bermuda shorts and a light blue knit shirt.  He was tying
his shoes when he heard Cyndi orgasm twice in rapid succession.

     "I'm gone," he announced, sticking his head in the bathroom
door.  "Save some for me."

     The shower door slid open and two sets of lips on wet faces
puckered at him.  Each gave him a quick peck on the lips and
nothing more.  Each had a bad -- or good, he decided after
thinking about it -- case of pussy breath.  He straightened and
grasped his cock through his white poplin shorts.  "What if...."

     The shower door slid shut.

     "Maybe not," he said.  "Bye!"

     They listened for the garage door to open and then close.
Megan reached for towels as Cyndi shut off the water.  "Hurry,"
she said.  Cyndi wrapped a towel around her sweet wet body and
dashed to the phone.

     "Think we have time to eat?" Megan asked when Cyndi replaced
the cordless handset in the cradle.

     Cyndi's mouth twisted into a smirk.  "Again?"

     "Breakfast, you twat!  Besides, my cunny's too sore for much
more at the moment."

     They went to Cyndi's room to pick out matching blouses and
shorts.  "That's the problem with being a virgin," Cyndi said.
"You aren't used to it."

     Megan frowned at her.  "I put toys in me almost every
night," she said.

     "Yes, but you know how much pressure to use."  She gave
Megan a knowing look.  "Poor Daddy.  He tries so hard to be
gentle, but when he's cumming it's like he left and this machine
took over.  Fortunately, I don't mind, and besides I'm used to
doing it rough to myself.  Until I got hypersensitive I sometimes
had a lot of trouble cumming.  It took a lot of hard rubbing."

     Megan wrapped a towel around her wet hair.  "It's so sweet
the way Uncle Jack's face scrunches up and his hips start
slamming and when it's over, he really doesn't realize just how
hard he was fucking me because he slowed back down near the end."

     "Yeah," said Cyndi, buttoning her blouse.   A smile spread
across her face and her fingers stopped for a moment.  "Sometimes
it's more fun to watch him cum than it is to cum myself.  May, I
love him so much."

     "Me, too, June."  Megan giggled.  "When I woke up around
three, he was still in me and was fucking me with his softie.
Oh, it was SO neat feeling it get hard in me.  I was a little bit
sore then, but, god, it was so GOOD!  When he came it was like
being hit with a hammer, but I came anyway myself.  I really
wanted to see his face, but it was too dark, and besides it was
buried in your cunny."

     Megan turned to her cousin and grasped her gently by the
upper arms.  "You are so really lucky, Cyndi.  God, I envy you
for having Uncle Jack.  I really do love him.  Thanks so very
much for sharing him with me.  I really don't think most people
would."

     Cyndi's dimples appeared as she looked up at her taller
cousin.  "Daddy loves you, May.  And so do I.  It's fun sharing
him with you because it makes both of you happy.  And that makes
me happy, too."  A quick kiss between cousins turned into serious
tongue wrestling.  Cyndi stepped back, gasping.  "No WONDER he
loves you!  You HAVE to teach me how to do that!"

     "Okay," she said, glancing at the clock, "as soon as we have
time."  She turned to the bathroom and the hair dryer.  "I swear,
June, I've just GOTTA to get Daddy to fuck me the way Uncle Jack
does you," she said.  Cyndi's reply was lost in the roar of the
blower.

     Cyndi finished dressing in silence and then went back to the
master bedroom to arrange things.  Her hair wet the shoulders of
her blouse, but she didn't mind.  She wouldn't be dressed for
long.

                              ÄÄÄÄÄ

     Jack switched off the ignition of the SUV and punched the
door remote.  As it rumbled down, the door to the mud room opened
and two twelve-year-old girls clad only in slippers exploded
forth in a blur of brownish hair and pink skin.  He slid out of
the vehicle and leaned forward to allow Megan to crush her lips
to his.  She groped his groin while her tongue rushed into his
mouth.  In return he cupped a breast with one hand and fingered
her wet slit with the other.  After an unknown amount of time
passed he felt a tap on his shoulder.

     "Excuse me," Cyndi said in Felicity's haughty tone, pulling
them apart by their shoulders, "but it's the Lady of the House's
turn to welcome her man home."  She motioned Megan aside with an
imperious flick of her extended and joined fingers.

     Jack moved his lips and fingers from Megan's ripe young
goodies to the corresponding locations on his daughter, who then
fastened her mouth to his.  He was too surprised to notice
exactly when Megan had stepped to the back of the vehicle and
opened the hatch.  "Fuck!" he gasped when Cyndi finally pulled
back.  "You took lessons while I was gone."

     Cyndi looked up at him with narrowed, sparkling eyes and
dimpled cheeks bracketing a wide grin.  "Mmm hmmm."  She nodded.
"I'll do ANYTHING to make my Daddy happy."

     Jack returned her smile, then slid his finger between her
hard little clit and the lip and began vibrating it.  Cyndi gave
that special little gasp and arched her body.

     Megan watched the ease with which her younger cousin
orgasmed.  <I've just GOT to get Daddy to fuck me like that.
Maybe he can make my clitty that sensitive, too.>  She withdrew
two bags and carried them into the house.  Jack and Cyndi helped
after her next trip.

     "Uncle Jack and I will finish unloading," Megan said in the
kitchen.  "You start putting stuff away so we can get upstairs
faster."

     "Upstairs?" Jack asked, hoping he sounded innocent.

     "Yep," said Cyndi.  "We have a surprise for you."

     "Oh, really?"  The horny little vixens HAD been up to
something.  "What?"

     "Work first, fun later," Cyndi replied, carrying the milk to
the refrigerator.  "Somebody wise said that once."

     "Really?" Jack asked, leaning against the door frame.  "I
wonder who that could be."

     Cyndi closed the refrigerator door and turned to him.  "It
was some wise-ass who needs to finish unloading the groceries or
he'll never find out what his surprise is."  She dismissed him
with another flick of her hand, and he retreated to the garage,
chuckling.

     "More ice cream?" Megan asked as she put a bag on the table.
"Don't we have enough?"

     "Cool!  French Vanilla, isn't it?" Cyndi asked as she
stacked cans in the pantry.

     Megan looked in the sack.  "Yeah.  How'd you know?"

     Cyndi's hair spun outward as she threw a grin over her bare
shoulder.  "We're out, and Daddy just loves French Vanilla Pussy
sundaes."

     Megan blinked a few times and then understood.  Her body
quaked with an uncontrollable shiver.  "You mean he...."

     "You're in for a treat tonight," she said.  "It'll even make
your sore cunny feel better."

     "This is it except for the sodas," Jack said as he carried
two sacks into the room.  "I'll get -- uh, girls?  Am I missing
something here?" he asked as he saw Megan's expression.

     "Nope.  May is.  I just told her about French Vanilla Pussy
sundaes.  No!  Gimme that canned stuff.  I think she believes
you're going to scoop it into her right out of the freezer."

     He handed the two bags to Cyndi.  "Ah!" he said,
understanding.  "Well, honey, it will be cool but not painfully
cold.  Cyn loves it, and you will, too."

     Megan still looked uncertain, but she nodded her head.

     "Did you get whipped cream, too?" Cyndi asked

     "Yeah," Megan answered for him.  "I put four cans in the
fridge."

     "That's all?  I hope we have enough."

     Megan blinked at her again, wondering if Cyndi was serious.

     "Well?  Don't just stand there.  Put that stuff away!  We
don't have all day!"

     "Yes, Oh Lady of the House," Jack said, bowing deeply from
the waist.  "Just as soon as I bring in the sodas."

     Megan curtsied, miming the dress.  "Yes, Oh Lady of the
House."

     When most items had been stored, Cyndi sent Jack to the
downstairs bathroom.  "You won't have time to go later.  Wait for
us at the bottom of the stairs or you'll spoil the surprise."

     They were waiting for him at the staircase when he emerged
from the bathroom.  They escorted him upstairs and into Cyndi's
bedroom.  "Strip!" the Lady of the House ordered, flicking her
hand, and then both girls giggled while they helped him.

     They had him sit and then fixed a blindfold over his eyes,
taking great care to insure that he couldn't see anything.  When
they were satisfied they led him into the master bedroom, Cyndi
holding his left hand and Megan grasping his dick, guiding him
and making sure that he didn't kick the door jambs or any
furniture.  They maneuvered him into position and had him slowly
sit.  He recognized the feel of the pads and tubes of the love
chair while they carefully situated him.

     Velcro straps suddenly secured his wrists to arm tubes.

     "Comfy?" Megan asked?

     "Yes," he replied.  "Are we going to get kinky?"

     Giggles to either side were his only answer as they placed
his feet on the floor and secured his ankles to leg tubes.  They
pushed him until his back was against the incline of the love
seat.  The engineer that never sleeps estimated that the angle
put his face at Cyndi's pussy level.  More straps fastened him in
place.

     He listened to rustling sounds around the room for a few
minutes.  Lips briefly pressed to his, and Megan said, "I love
you, Uncle Jack."  His reply was cut off when her tongue rushed
into his mouth and Cyndi took his semi-hard cock into hers.

     After several minutes Cyndi pursed her lips around his
swollen pipe and pulled her head off it with a "pop."  Megan
pulled back, and Cyndi knelt at his other side.  "I love you,
Daddy,"she said.  Her tongue repeated Megan's urgent stampede
into his mouth while Megan held his cock up and licked it in
long, slow strokes before engulfing it.  Jack had always enjoyed
kissing Cyndi, but he couldn't believe the sudden improvement in
her technique.  The vision of Megan and Cyndi practicing caused
that hollow feeling to appear at the base of his cock.

     The girls apparently sensed the change and stopped.  Cyndi,
for sure, sensed it.  She could read his responses like he was a
well-used reference book.  And Megan had been getting plenty of
practice at studying him, too.

     Footsteps, faint on the carpet, began circling him, and
kisses began falling at random over his lips, body, limbs, and
throbbing penis.  Occasionally a hot, wet little bare snatch
would press against him somewhere and hump for a few seconds.
Twice he felt Megan's long inner lips against his mouth and twice
he tasted Cyndi's wonderful little cunt.

     They began concentrating more on his groin and included
occasional thrusts of their hot, wet slits along his aching
shaft.  Within minutes he felt he would die if he didn't cum.

     They backed away.

      After several silent seconds a mouth slid over his cockhead
and started bobbing in a hands-free blow job.  He began moaning,
too horny to tell which girl it was and too happy to care.  After
two thrilling minutes of enjoying the intense oral play he
gasped, "My god, that's wonderful!  I haven't felt anything that
fantastic in ages."

     "Good," murmured Megan in his left ear before she stuck her
tongue into it.

     "I'm glad," whispered Cyndi in his right before similarly
tonguing it.

     Jack jumped.   He tried to rise, but the restraints held him
in place.  Before he could speak, Megan clamped her mouth over
his and tried to reach his appendix with her tongue.

     The engineer who never sleeps informed him that it was
already too late, and that if this was to be his last chance to
enjoy little girl sex before he was hauled away, then he'd better
make the most of it.

     His cock snapped down to his belly when the mouth lifted.
He sensed movement between his legs.  A warm hand wrapped around
the throbbing meatsicle and lifted it to the vertical with a
gentle pumping action.  He felt hair brush along its underside
near the head and then it was being dragged through a very juicy
trench to pause at the opening of a soft, wet blast furnace.  The
tight twat began slowly swallowing him like a snake swallowing a
rat, a fraction of an inch at a time.  His moan of pleasure was
echoed by the mysterious owner of the hot engulfing cunt.

     <Hair?>

     He jerked again, but calmed down when the engineer who never
sleeps convinced him that one, Felicity was still in Memphis, and
two, Cyndi wouldn't surprise him like this with Felicity.

     <Would she?>?

     The stranger suddenly came.  He didn't recognize her groans
and gasps, but he knew that they didn't belong to Felicity.  He
began to relax, but suddenly the mystery cunt rose and his dick
slapped his belly again.

     Megan's head moved away and he was treated to the smell of
fresh, hot pussy just above his nose.  It was neither Megan's nor
Cyndi's.  Short, tight hairs brushed his nose and lips.  A
steaming cunt pushed down over his mouth and his tongue
automatically flew into it.

     He didn't know how he knew it -- some subtlety in the
flavor, perhaps --  but he did know that he was tasting another
young girl.  She slowly humped his face and he found that her
inner lips were longer, like Megan's.  Unlike his niece's inner
lips, which, though longer, were as thin as Cyndi's, this girl
had thick, wrinkled lips that led to an erect clitoris about the
same size as his daughter's.

     Jack had always been turned off by such lips.  They seemed
- -- well -- unsanitary to him.  But these smelled and tasted of
nothing but clean pubescent girl musk.  He sucked them into his
mouth and chewed lightly, then sucked her hard little clit in
too, pummelling it with his tongue.

     The girl moaned with pleasure and then began humping his
face in a frenzy of passion.  She came like a dynamite blast,
smearing pussy juice everywhere while thrusting her clit over his
mouth and nose and chin, threatening to dislodge his blindfold.

     Her hips finally stilled just as Jack heard Cyndi cry out in
orgasm somewhere to the right and below him.  Gasping, the
mystery girl lifted slightly, allowing him to breathe, and patted
his chest in what was obviously a gesture of thanks and
appreciation for a job well done.  <She's too tired to talk,> he
thought.

     The engineer who never sleeps corrected him.  Jack would
recognize her voice.

     That got Jack to wondering who it might be.  "Kimberly Mason
said that the reason she had such a thick bush..." Megan had
said.  <It must be Kimberly,> he decided.  For once, however, he
thought before he spoke.  <If it's not Kimberly, I could piss her
off and make her leave.>  After another few seconds of thought he
realized he didn't give a damn who this young girl was as long as
she didn't stop.

     She dismounted his face and reimpaled herself on his cock.
She was so flooded with her own cunt cream that his dick had an
easier time entering the tight, hot tunnel.  She eased down until
he was fully in her, then halted, giving him time to conquer his
urge to cum.  Then she used her cunt muscles to squeeze his cock
twice and began rocking her clit against the base of his dick.
He swiveled his hips and thrust as best he could under the
circumstances, causing her to moan softly.

     Her breathing switched to sharp panting in time with the
coordinated rhythm of her rubbing and his thrusting.  Jack, too,
was panting by now, which wasn't easy because she had braced her
palms at the bottom of his rib cage for support as she lifted her
body slightly, allowing him more thrusting room.  He fought the
urge to cum until she could get her own cookies one more time.

     She stiffened and dropped to madly thrust her clit against
his pubic bone.  She loosed an animal growl as her hot cunt began
spasming around his pole.  Jack was ready for his own orgasm, but
she suddenly jerked her body upward.  His aching tool slapped
wetly against his abdomen.  She was reading him the way Cyndi
could.

     Movement sounds.  Her sopping slit pushed down over his
mouth and his nose prodded her asshole.  Her mouth again engulfed
his throbbing tool and began sucking.  He slowly recognized the
feel of small, firm breasts on his abdomen.  He licked the flood
of pussy juice from her steaming love cup and knew that he was
less than a minute from cumming.

     Twenty-seven seconds later he creamed her tonsils.  He
heard, "Uncle Jack is cumming," before the world turned red.

     He lay there panting while three mouths took turns sucking
his shrinking stick clean.

     "It's a shame to let that cum go to waste," Megan sighed.

     "Huh?" grunted the third girl in a soft Southern accent.

     "He could have shot it in my cunny to make my pussy grow,"
she said in a dejected voice as Jack felt hands fumbling with the
strap holding down his right wrist.

     "No WAY!  You actually BELIEVED that?"  It was Kimberly
Mason's voice.  Jack couldn't wait to remove the blindfold to
compare his vision of her pussy to the real thing.  Okay, he had
the lips wrong, but he wanted to see how accurate the rest of his
vision was.

     "You mean -- you mean it wasn't true?"  Megan sounded as she
were about to cry, and Jack had a sudden urge to cuddle her.

     "Well, of course not!  My bush started growing when I went
on the pill.  Give me another suck on that and then let's untie
him."

     Jack quivered as a mouth wrapped around his dick and lips
closed around its base, then pulled upward in a long sucking
motion, stripping a final drop of semen from him.  He heard her
lips smack.  "That's almost as good as fucking," Kimmy said.

     More hands unfastened straps as the blindfold came off.  He
found a dimpled smile hovering immediately above his face.  Her
head tilted slightly to the right.  "Was that a good surprise?
Did I make my Daddy happy?"

     "Wait a minute!  You're on the PILL?" Megan asked in a tone
of disbelief.

     "Yes, sweetie, you made Daddy very happy."  He pulled her
beaming face closer and brushed back a lock of hair so that he
could give her a gentle kiss.  "I have to be the luckiest father
in the whole world.  And you have to be the most wonderful
daughter in the entire world.  I love you very, very, VERY much."

     "Yeah.  Daddy insisted I get on it when I started fucking.
He didn't want anybody knocking me up."

     <Aw, fuck!  Harlan Mason is a federal judge!>

     "I love you, too, Daddy.  I'm glad I could make you happy."
Cyndi pulled back.  "Okay, take a look at who you've been doing."

     "No WAY!  Your FATHER insisted you get on the pill?"

     Jack rose to look at the two girls facing each other just
beyond his knees.  Kimberly Mason's long, medium blonde hair hung
freely, covering her shoulders and obscuring the tops of her
lightly tanned breasts -- obviously they'd seen some sunshine --
which in profile formed neat triangles except for the large puffy
areolae and hard little nipples.  She was Cyndi's height, but
shorter in the leg and longer in the body.  Almost no baby fat
remained, probably because she was a Georgia champion swimmer in
her age group.  Her rib cage was noticeable and her belly was
hard and flat.  Her butt was round and smooth, with no sag.  She
was slightly twisted and he couldn't see her bush.

     "Yeah.  Almost two years ago.  My daddy hasn't had a
vasectomy like Cyndi's."

     Megan nodded absently.  Maybe if her father hadn't had a
vasectomy -- she wasn't sure if Mummy was on the pill or not --
she could seduce him and he'd put her on the pill.  THAT should
get her bush growing.

     <Did she just imply that she fucks Harlan?>

     "Kimmy!  Turn around so Daddy can see you."

     Blonde hair spun out as she whirled her head to face Jack.
A big smile spread below a nose that a perfectionist would say
was just exactly too big on a pretty face.  "Hey, Mister Martin!
You sure do have a nice dick there.  You use it like a dream!"

     "Well -- uh -- thank you, Kimberly.  I think we know each
other well enough now that you can call me Jack.  Or at the
least, when it's just us.  Wow!  That IS a nice bush."

     Kimberly had turned to face him.  Her pussy thatch, several
shades darker than the hair of her scalp and a shade darker than
her eyebrows, was a curly mat of half- to three-quarter-inch hair
arranged in a neat triangle over her mound.  Jack noticed that it
had been trimmed away at the tan line where the leg opening of
her bathing suit would be.  He also noticed that the skin that
was normally covered by the bathing suit bottom was lightly
tanned, just like her ripe, firm, young breasts.

     "How did you get on the pill at your age?  Can Mummy or
Daddy get me on it?"

     With a big smile, Kimberly spread her short legs slightly
and hunched her cunt upward so that Jack could see that the mat
ended between her clit and her cunt hole.  Several hairs grew as
independent individuals from there back to her ass.  "Thanks!
You wanna suck my boobs, Jack?  I just love having them sucked."

     He pulled her forward and slipped one of her puffies in his
mouth, letting his hands explore freely about her body as he
toyed and vacuumed away.

     "Kimmy?"  Megan's voice was pleading again.

     Kimberly sighed with pleasure and then glanced over her
shoulder.  "Daddy knows a doctor who will write the prescription
and a druggist who will fill it.  They do it for free and he lets
them fuck me."

     Jack stopped sucking and looked up, her nipple still in his
mouth.

     She looked down and ran her fingers through his hair.  "And
now I can do you, too.  If you want me again.  You're much better
than the others, Jack.  Ooohhhh," she moaned happily as he
resumed sucking and his fingers found her clit.

     <If I'm dreaming, then I hope this time I turned off that
fucking alarm.>
- --
Continued in Jack Pack Nine

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