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JACK PACK Complete 220KB
by Russell Hoisington
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This is an erotic fantasy. The characters and the situation are
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One of Nine
Help Needed
Jack Martin wiped his forehead and pushed the button. As
the garage door rumbled down he stepped into the mud room, shed
his yard shoes and socks, and washed the dirt and grass clippings
from his hands and forearms. He opened the door into the kitchen
and shivered with delight as the cool air washed over him. It
was like an Arctic blast after the Georgia heat and humidity.
<If this is May, what will August be like?> He had asked that
question so many times that it was becoming his mantra.
His left hand filled a glass with ice from the freezer door
dispenser. His right opened the refrigerator door and grabbed
the tea pitcher. "Cyn, do you want something to drink?" he
called in the direction of the den.
"I got it," she replied over some unrecognizable song coming
from the television.
Jack surveyed the kitchen as he poured the tea, replaced the
pitcher, and dropped in a slice of lemon. She had cleaned the
kitchen to her usual state of perfection.
"Hey, I need some help in here!"
He glanced at the clock. Normally she was finished with
cleaning long before now. <Didn't we dust the tops of the
bookcases last week?> He mentally shrugged and said, "Coming."
He didn't understand her reply, but he turned toward the den
instead of the stairs.
He stopped in the doorway. Cyndi was on the very edge of
the couch, reclining against the seat back. Her arms were up and
her hands grasped the back of the couch behind her head of
shoulder-length, light brown hair. Her feet were on the edge of
the couch to either side of her body, making a large,
lightly-tanned "M" that made his heart skip like a flat stone on
still water. She was, as usual, nude.
Her brow was wrinkled in frustration. "Daddy, I've cum FIVE
times and I'm STILL not relieved. I CAN'T satisfy myself. Would
you help me? Please?"
His eyes swept over the two small, tanned domes beginning to
rise from her chest, each capped with a small, pink cone, and
came to rest at the middle point of the "M." The single,
thickening, darker hair to her right of her clitoris sat on a
mound engorged with desire. He winced at the deep red of her
slit. When she had trouble climaxing, Cyndi sometimes
masturbated with such force and intensity that he feared she
would hurt herself.
Jack's eyes rose to hers. Whoever said that brown eyes
couldn't be sexy had never seen Cyndi's. He especially loved the
way they narrowed to sparkling slits when she smiled. "Of course
I can, sweetie. But," he indicated his armpit with a glance,
"I'm all hot and sweaty."
"Oh, Daddy," she said, her sudden smile popping her dimples
inward, "you know I don't care. It's not like you haven't had a
bath in a week, you know. It's just fresh, honest sweat."
"Well, at least let me take the shirt off," he replied as he
reached for the buttons.
Her eyes and her mouth made exaggerated circles. "Ooooh,"
she purred, dropping one hand to stroke her small, hard clit.
"Just you doing that might make me cum again!"
Jack laughed and tossed his shirt onto the recliner, sinking
to the floor before her. She returned her arm to the top of the
couch back and grabbed it again, holding on as if he might suck
her off couch by her little tan, pink, and red twat. He,
meanwhile, recognized the singing from the television behind him:
it was her favorite porno movie, "Alice in Wonderland."
She shuddered three times, violently, as he planted a soft
kiss first on her puckered little anus, then on her mouth of her
vagina, and finally on her stiff little clit. <She really is
worked up,> he realized. Jack leaned back, inhaling deeply, as
if he were about to go diving for pearls, which, if he had
thought about it, was an apt analogy. With a grin he threw
himself face-first into her reddened little cunt.
At the last instant his head twisted sideways and he grasped
the thickening hair with his lips. He made loud sucking noises
until she lightly popped his head with an open palm. "Men!
Always lost! You missed the target, silly," she said. "It's to
your right. No, your OTHER right!"
He pulled his face back and teased, "Maybe you need another
father with a better sense of direction." The words were out
before he could stop himself. He silently groaned as he saw the
forehead wrinkle, the dimples vanish, and her head tilt slightly
to the right, the way it did when she was deadly serious. One
eye started to glisten.
"I don't WANT another Daddy. I want to keep the one I
HAVE."
<Just ONCE before I die>, he thought to himself, <I'd like
to think BEFORE I open my goddamned mouth.> Jack knew only one
person in the entire world who he really, truly, passionately,
hated: that bitch-brained, tight-assed, dried up old cunt of a
social worker who'd terrified a four-year-old Cyndi. Anyone with
even a shred of common sense knew you never told a child who had
just lost her mother that she would have to be taken away to live
with strangers because it wasn't proper for a single father to
raise a child, especially a daughter. But old lady Preen had
ZERO common sense.
<I tell you now, this ain't no joke;
Up your ass with poison oak,
Miss Preen.>
"Miss" Preen. What made people who had no children such
experts on how others should raise their own? And then his eyes
refocused on Cyndi's. He slid his hands under the peaks of the
leggy "M" to cup gentle hands over her barely budding breasts.
"And you will have this one for a good, long time,
sweetheart. You have to keep me because my trade-in warranty
expired." He placed quick kisses on her inner lips, protruding
slightly with her desire, and her hot little clit. "Now: what
was it I was supposed to do?"
With a stern expression, but an irrepressible twinkle in her
slitted eyes, she grabbed his ears and pulled his head into
position. Then she flipped her hands overhead to again grasp the
back of the couch. "Eat me," she cooed.
Jack knew his daughter ached with frustrated arousal.
Despite his wish to tease her more, he loved her far too much to
make her wait any longer for relief. With a nod, and with a
smile she couldn't see on his lips but could see in his eyes, he
pushed his face inward and licked from her brown rosebud to her
stiff, pink clit.
His heart skipped again at the sound of the contented sigh
coming from the daughter he loved more than he loved life itself.
He noted yet again the difficulty of applying a horizontal smile
to a vertical one and had to force the former from his lips. As
his hands began a suction-like massage -- "Titties are like
dicks," he had once told her. "If you play with them, they will
grow!" -- his tongue slid between the wet folds of her nether
lips to begin what he called "dancing in the valley." Her slick
little pussy was so wet with her juices that he would have to
rename it, "swimming in the river."
He shoved his tongue as far as he could up her burning love
hole, savoring the taste of clean, young girl, then withdrew it
to begin pummelling the hard little button of her clitoris.
Cyndi's eyes closed and her back arched. She inhaled
quickly with a soft little gasp. Jack remembered the first time
he had heard that sound, just under twelve years earlier....
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Two of Nine
In the Beginning
<It's too early to get up, isn't it? Yes>. The glowing
numbers of the nightstand clock said it was barely two. But
something had awakened him.
"Jack," mumbled an insistent, muzzy voice as a hand pushed
at his bare shoulder. "G'tup. It's your night, member?"
Then he heard the thin, high-pitched wailing. He threw back
the sheet and half-fell out of bed. He staggered blindly to the
door in half-steps, where he was stopped by...
"Jack!" Marilyn's voice was able to sound both commanding
and sleepy at the same time. He thought it was part of her
proper British upbringing, though she'd lived in "the Colonies"
since she was fourteen, when her father had been transferred to
San Francisco.
"Whuh?" he asked without turning around.
Her hand rose from the bed and pointed a finger in his
general direction. "You are jolly well NOT going into your
daughter's room with your Prince Charles out. Put something on."
He forced himself to stay upright as he answered her,
despite the documented fact -- he was sure it was documented
somewhere -- that nighttime gravity had ten times the pull of
daytime's. "F'chrissakes, Mar'n, sh's on'y a week ol'." He
yawned. "Sh' won' rem'ber see'n it." Marilyn could get prudish
at the oddest times, like when -- well, he was too sleepy to
remember an example. But she could. Maybe that was her English
blood, too, though her older sister, Felicity, was nowhere that
prudish. He took another half-step.
"JACK!"
"Aw, f'k," he sighed in defeat. He snatched her robe from
the peg by the door -- the robe she wore over her own nakedness
when it was her night to care for Cyndi -- and wrapped it
lengthwise around his waist. He paused in the hallway long
enough to somehow fasten it in place and then wondered why he was
there. Another scream reminded him. It also brought him two
notches closer to consciousness. He staggered into the nursery.
The moonlight pool was in the wrong place to show him the
hard, unyielding object that refused to move when he kicked it.
"SHIT!"
"JACK!"
"GOLLY GEE WHILLIKERS, then," he said, holding his throbbing
toe in on hand and supporting himself by the corner of the
dresser with the other. "Fuck!" he added softly, feeling better
immediately, though his toe still ached.
He noticed that his own yelling had not made Cyndi's screams
any louder. That was because she had only two volume settings:
"Maximum" and "Off." He had paid a fortune for that stereo
component system in the den, and it merely whispered by
comparison.
"You wet, honey?" he yawned. He dropped his foot and gently
removed her from the crib. He ran a finger into the top of the
diaper. "Soaked is more like it."
Holding his screaming daughter in one hand, he fished a
bottle of formula from a small refrigerator and dropped it into a
gleaming metal-and-plastic cylinder. The bottle's hard plastic
outer tube held a polyethylene bag of formula stopped with a
nipple. A half-inch of the tube stuck out of the cylinder that
was the Baby's Bottle Buddy. The red light came on.
The automatic formula warmer was one of the products his
start-up electronics company in Silicon Valley produced as a
sideline. Although he held the patents, the basic idea was
Marilyn's back when they were dating. He was well on his way to
a fortune with his electronic circuitry patents when the Baby's
Bottle Buddy went on the market one Wednesday morning. His
fortune was securely in place by that Saturday. Marilyn Kendall
married a man with a net worth of just over two million dollars
on their wedding day one week later.
He pushed the changing table into the moonlight and gently
placed "Mouth Saint Helens," as Felicity's husband, Steve
Allison, had dubbed her, on the mat. She stopped screaming while
he cleaned her with a wet wipe, but returned to full volume as he
put far too much baby powder on her little bottom and wrapped her
in a diaper. As he fastened her pajamas, the Baby's Bottle Buddy
green light came on. The formula was precisely at the right
temperature.
He sat in Marilyn's specially-ordered cane rocking chair,
cradled Cyndi in his left arm, and turned off the volume with the
bottle. There was no danger that he would doze off because of
the rocking motion. The instant the formula ceased flowing, the
tiny jet engine would come to life with the gentle whisper of a
747 at full throttle.
He fed her, burped her, and then rocked her for ten minutes
while she screamed. He looked down at her and said, "I guess
Daddy had better learn to like opera so he can see you when you
open at the Met, huh?"
The soft green glow of the nursery clock read half-past two.
Marilyn had said that Cyndi had screamed for two solid hours the
night before. He had a nine o'clock meeting with that Karl
Vogelbreit from DK International. Unless you were very, VERY
sharp, you could have everything going your way in negotiations
with that German backstabber and then suddenly discover that
you'd given him your car, your house, and your wife.
He was awake and able to think now -- as well as one can
think with a blast furnace roaring a foot away from one's ear.
She had stopped screaming when he used the wet nappy. A small
light flickered in the right rear corner of his brain, the corner
that housed the engineer that never sleeps. Something he had
read in college about nineteenth century German nursemaids....
Jack's eyes bounced from Cyndi to the door and back for
almost a minute. Finally he decided. He twisted his chair
slightly so that Marilyn couldn't see, if the lights were on,
until she was well into the room. He unfastened the snaps
holding the side of Cyndi's pink pajama top to the bottoms and
pulled one side down to expose her leg emerging from the diaper.
Then he glanced toward the door one last time.
Jack slid his finger under the elastic of the diaper leg.
Keeping the fingertip against Cyndi's lower body, he slid it down
until it rested atop the two puffy pillows of his daughter's
outer labia. With all the powder on them, they felt like small
marshmallows. He began a soft, gentle massage centered on the
tiny little button of her clit.
The crying stopped.
Then Jack discovered she had an intermediate volume setting
as he heard for the first time that soft little gasp that would
still thrill him almost twelve years later. He heard it once
more during the next five minutes as he alternated between gently
massaging and vibrating his fingertip against her tiny cunt.
Jack was concentrating on getting his daughter to sleep. It
wasn't until the second gasp that he thought about what he was
doing in a way that made his dick twitch and begin to stiffen.
The more calm she became, the more excited he grew, with "grew"
being the appropriate word.
After he put his sleeping daughter in her crib and pulled
the light blanket over her, he slipped into the bathroom to
relieve the pressure in his balls. <No sense trying to wake
Marilyn,> he thought. The best he could hope for was that she
would roll onto her stomach and lift her ass before returning to
sleep. He could nail her in that position -- he'd done it many
times -- but it was like fucking a corpse.
He began masturbating into the sink and lifted his finger to
his nose, inhaling deeply. All he could smell was the heavy
coating of baby powder that made him sneeze.
Ten minutes later, Jack had his relieved cock mashed against
Marilyn's shapely bare ass and one hand wrapped around a formerly
small but firm breast now swollen from pregnancy. All three
members of the Martin family were sound asleep
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It happened on December first, Cyndi's half-birthday, and
doubtless was due to the considerable amount of gin in his
system. Over thirty people were enjoying his party celebrating
the sale of a new electronic chip design. Marilyn was busy being
the hostess, so Jack took her turn preparing Cyndi for bed.
Steve and Felicity, who were visiting from Anaheim for the week,
began a mild argument over who would put Megan down for the
night. Jack volunteered, saying that they were too far gone to
attempt the stairs, and that he was the closest to being sober of
anyone else. The argument defused, the couple returned to the
bar.
Jack tossed down an almost full gin and tonic and eased his
way up the stairs, not an easy task as they tended to shift back
and forth under his feet. He made a mental note to nail them
down in the morning, but lost it before he got to the nursery
door.
Unable to focus clearly, he paid Consuela's teenage niece --
what was her name again? -- with tens instead of ones and told
her he would put the girls to bed. He was astonished when she
threw her arms around his neck and briefly, but forcefully,
kissed him after she watched him count the money into her hands.
<Maybe she don' like changin' di'pers,> he decided. He managed
to stammer out a slurred farewell and told her to help herself to
the food table on her way out, not that Consuela, the
cook/housekeeper, wouldn't feed her in the kitchen on her way out
anyway. She grabbed her homework and portable tape player and
flew out the door.
He changed Cyndi's diaper first. While she was lying on her
stomach, he observed how cute her round little butt looked,
wiggling as her legs kicked. His brow furrowed as he wondered
why she was on her stomach. He started to turn her over. On
impulse, deciding he didn't want any other man to be the first to
kiss that wiggling little hiney, he first planted a firm kiss on
each cheek. He straightened, pleased with himself and his little
secret, and turned her over.
She cooed and kicked her chubby little legs, anticipating
what was about to happen, while he lubricated his fingertip with
baby lotion. The wrinkled little oblongs of her labia parted,
and he could see the darker pink interior of her slit and her
tiny cunt entrance. <Eighteen years from now, some boy'll think
he's gone to heaven when he puts his cock in there,> he thought.
<Or his face.>
Or not even eighteen. Marilyn had been sixteen the first
time he parted her brown thicket with his nose and kissed the
Gates of Heaven. So had Felicity, the previous year. That got
him to wondering how, and more importantly to him, when it would
happen to Cyndi. He stood there, frozen in alcohol-fogged
thought, until she grew impatient and began to fuss. His eyes
focused on her, and he knew the answer. An index and middle
finger held her tiny slit open as his face lowered.
He was surprised to learn she was wet, not with pee or baby
lotion, but with her own baby pussy juices. When he masturbated
her, he never inserted his finger into her slit, choosing instead
to stroke her pudgy outer lips. He feared that even a lubricated
fingertip might damage the fragile little clitoris, or her hymen,
or somehow leave signs that would tip off Marilyn as to what he
did when he changed their sweet little daughter alone.
He wiggled his tongue and was rewarded with that soft little
gasp. She didn't always make that sound, but when she did, his
dick twitched and his heart skipped a beat. His tongue moved in
short strokes as he tried to memorize every detail of her slick
little slot with its thin inner lips, the seed pearl of her clit
that peeked from its pink little hood, and the red interior of
her vaginal entrance. The unmistakable sweet pungency of her
juices began to override the smell and taste of the wet wipe, and
he began to reach another alcohol-assisted conclusion.
Cyndi smiled up at him while he fumbled his zipper with one
hand and massaged her little love mound with the other. He
finally freed his dick from its uncomfortable confinement and
sighed as it sprang upward. He leaned forward and kissed her
forehead, both cheeks, her round little tummy, and her tiny twat.
"Congrashalashins, shweetheart," he said. "You're bout
t'get your firs' cock betw'n y'r legsh. I wish it c'd mean as
mush t'you ash it doesh t'me."
He held her by her ankles and lifted her chubby butt off the
table, pressed the underside of his dick against her slit, and
closed her legs together around his shaft. Jack had always been
embarrassed by the side of his cock -- just five and one-half
inches long and not very thick, though Marilyn seemed happy with
it. Felicity, too, since she kept offering herself to him. It
didn't resemble the monster dongs he read about in porn stories
and saw in fuck films, nor was it the size of Steve Allison's
horsecock, but when he saw it encased by his daughter's thighs,
he knew the frustration King Kong felt the first time he picked
up Faye Wray.
With a slow motion, surprisingly gentle for someone so
inebriated, he humped the underside of his dick against her damp
little slit, feeling his balls bumping her warm baby butt. On
the fourth stroke it gushed like a fire hose. Caught by
surprise, he threw his hand in front of his dick, hoping to catch
the white flood before it hit and soaked into her pajamas.
Between the alcohol and the intensity of his orgasm, his legs
were strained to keep him upright while the red stars exploded
like fireworks and overwhelmed his vision. The thought that
Cyndi might be hurt was all that kept him from collapsing.
Finally, gasping for breath, he managed to focus as the red
faded from his vision. He was slowly rubbing his softening
erection along his daughter's pink slit. The act was almost
frictionless thanks to the lubrication of his jism, which was
smeared between her thighs and over her puffy little mound, and
was puddling on her tummy where it dripped from his hand. He
looked at her happy little face smiling up at him. "Oh, honey,"
he whispered, "Daddy really doesh love you."
He used a wet wipe to remove the mess. Cyndi giggled and
cooed as he reached to re-trouser his dick. And paused. "Ah,
wha' th' fuck?" He trashed the wipe and once again held open her
vaginal entrance.
He placed the opening of his dick against the tiny, wet hole
and milked a couple of drops of semen into her body. She cooed
happily. He was happy, too. He was now the first man to cum in
her twat. And he had one more first planned for her.
He scooped a drop onto the tip of his finger and held it
just above her mouth. Her lips parted, and he gently fed her the
cum. Her hard little gums gnawed at his fingertip, stripping
away her treasure. She made an odd face and swallowed. Then she
kicked her chubby legs, waved her tiny fists around, and babbled
happily.
A smiling Jack stood silently and watched her fat little
cunt lips change shape as her legs moved about. Twice her slit
opened and he could see the pearly liquid in her treasure box.
Then, with a deep sigh, he realized that play time was over, and
he'd better get Cyndi in bed before Marilyn came to check on him.
He had snapped her pajamas together, flipped his cock back
into his pants, and was trying to unsnag his shirt tail from the
zipper's claws when he saw a shadow in the hallway. A soft
tuneless refrain of "The Old Gray Mare" announced Felicity's
presence just before she turned into the doorway. For unknown
reasons, she always sang that silly song when she was drunk.
Fortunately, Cyndi was still positioned to block the view of
his fly.
His fly! Felicity, especially when she was drunk, would
make passes at him, grabbing at Mister Johnson if nobody else was
around. She had originally dated Jack, and she was still
maximally pissed that her younger sister had stolen him away.
Felicity still made it abundantly clear to Jack that he could
fuck her anytime, anywhere.
"Hey, handshome! Whash th' bloody holdup?" she asked,
holding onto the door frame with both hands to keep the wall from
accidentally falling over.
Jack quickly bent forward, just in case his fly might be
visible to his sister-in-law, and tickled Cyndi's nose with a
fingertip.
<Oh, my god!> A dollop of cum glistened on the table top.
Between nonsense noises and faces at Cyndi, he explained. "Well,
firsht I had to go. Then Shyndi went again jusht aft'r I got her
di'per on. Well! No shensh puttin' her t'bed wet. Sho, I
chang'd her agin. Now we're havin' a little fam'ly qual'ty time.
T'gether." He scrabbled his fingers across Cyndi's fat little
tummy, causing her to laugh and kick. "Jusht fath'r n' dau'r
qual'ty time," he added for the alcoholically impaired. He was
pleased with his response and thought it would have made sense to
Felicity even if she were sober.
Felicity idly hooked a finger into her low-cut neckline and
let the weight of her arm reveal more of the creamy white
cleavage and the edge of a nipple. Except for the last months of
her pregnancy, and for a short while afterward, Felicity rarely
wore a bra. She didn't need one, and Jack knew it. During his
visit to Felicity and Steve's house during a business trip to Los
Angeles two weeks earlier, she had "accidentally" left the
bedroom door ajar while she changed.
"Oh," she said with a leer. "Then I'd bet'r att'nd t' May."
As she took one wobbly step forward, Jack raised a hand and,
without straightening his posture, stopped her with a sharp, "Nah
AH!" He added in a conversational tone, "Uncle n' nieshe
qual'ty time ish nexsht."
She finally left when he offered to call Steve to come help
her, as she was barely capable of walking and might fall, hurting
herself or even Megan. He smiled as her heard a soft, "Arsh
hole!" drift back into the room before "The Old Gray Mare" faded
down the hallway.
With Cyndi cooing in her crib and Megan cleaned and naked
from the waist down, Jack paused to see if Felicity had, indeed,
left the hallway. Satisfied, he bent over his niece and examined
her. Where Cyn had thin, narrow inner lips that weren't visible
when her slit was closed, May had thin but longer and wider lips
that protruded slightly from her little mound. Her clit was half
again the size of Cyndi's. When he played with it the tiny
button swelled to twice the size of Cyndi's erect nub, and the
tip pushed through her pudgy outer lips.
<Well, af'er all, she IS older'n Cyndi.> It was the
family's running joke, started by Marilyn's father. Although the
two were born barely seven minutes apart, May was born in May and
Cyndi was born in June. That timing had settled the question of
"Megan" or "Charlotte" for the older girl's name.
Megan was obviously unaccustomed to being fingered. She
took half a minute to decide she liked it, whereas Cyndi turned
happy the moment she realized the big person with the shorter
hair and deeper voice was going to change or bathe her.
Then Jack's face lowered, and he discovered the subtle
difference in flavors between the two tiny twats. As his tongue
danced in her valley, Megan alternated between happy sounds and
moments of quiet concentration that puckered her forehead in a
puzzled frown.
Jack straightened and fished out his flaccid cock. Whether
it was the alcohol or the fact that he'd just had one of the most
massive orgasms of his life, the damned thing refused to stiffen,
or even to fatten slightly. <Well, you c'n still be th' firs'
dick between her legs, hard or not.>
He placed the underside of his limp linguini along her warm
little slit, closed her little white thighs around it, and began
humping. He felt the warmth of her tiny ass pressed against his
balls and sighed. The thought that he was committing such an
illicit, incestuous, illegal act with his baby niece electrified
him as much as doing it with his daughter. The familiar empty
hollow appeared behind his balls, but his dick failed to inflate.
Megan's forehead creased again as she concentrated on the
soft, warm thing that felt sooo good rubbing across that newly
discovered spot of her body. Then she felt a brief pulsing
sensation that made her cough out a happy little cry.
"Uncle Jack lovesh you, May," he said. Reluctantly he
separated her legs, allowing one to dangle while he held the
other upright. The protruding tip of her clit was shiny and
pink. He tapped the base of his cock head against it a few times
and was rewarded with more happy sounds and wiggles.
The puddle of cum remained on the table. He scooped part of
it up with his index finger and apologized to her because it
would be colder than normal. He used his middle finger to pull
her swollen outer lips apart and gently pushed the semen into her
red little cunt hole. "There!" he said with an exaggerated
smile. He massaged the little remaining on his fingertip into
her hard little nubbin.
Megan laughed and kicked and wiggled much the way her
younger cousin did. But she never uttered that soft little gasp
that Cyndi made.
"An' here'sh y'r oth'r treat," he said as he scooped up the
rest and fed it to her. Unlike her younger cousin, May didn't
have to decide whether she liked the taste. She greedily sucked
it off his fingertip, her tongue stroking with a gentle
roughness. He wondered how that tongue would feel against his
dick.
With the babies safely in the cribs, the changing table
cleaned, the lid firmly on the used diaper container, and his fly
properly closed, Jack kissed each of the girls one last time. He
turned on the audio monitor and turned out the light, pulling the
door almost closed as he stepped into the hall.
He paused for a moment, thinking about what he had just done
with his daughter and his niece. He was vaguely aware that he
wasn't the least bit guilty and wondered if it was because of the
alcohol. He also wondered what it would be like if, some day, he
could actually shove his dick into those warm, wet, tight little
caverns that had tasted so damned GOOD!
"Aw, fuck," he groaned as his pants suddenly became too
small. "NOW y' deshide t'wake up!" He turned and lurched into
the hall bathroom. This orgasm, while a decided relief, wasn't
nearly as powerful as the one he'd had with his baby daughter.
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Three of Nine
The Happy Discovery
"Oh, DADDY!" Cyndi cried as she humped her aching cunt
against his face. Jack tried to keep his tongue on her clit as
she, in effect, masturbated with his saliva- and juice-slickened
face. Suddenly she released her grip on the back of the couch.
Her hands flew behind his head and pulled as if she wanted to
shove his head up her burning little twat.
Perhaps she did.
He found her love trigger with his tongue, firmly flattened
it against the hot, hard pebble, and moved it as rapidly as he
could without breaking contact while she violently humped his
face. His left hand continued to squeeze her small young breast
and pinch its nipple while the other snaked down her body and up
between her taut little ass and his chin.
She stopped humping suddenly and arched her body until she
was supported by only her feet and her shoulders. Her entire
body was as hard as a blue-steel boner and as taught as a drawn
bow string. A bear trap couldn't hold his head any more firmly,
he realized as he continued basting her throbbing clit with his
tongue. At the same time, Jack swirled a fingertip in the flood
of juices at the entrance of her burning cunt, saturating it
immediately, and then thrust the digit up her squeezing little
love cavern. She was so full of liquid that he half expected a
splash instead of squishing sounds. He began moving the finger
in a slow, tight circle.
Her constricting diaphragm finally forced breath through her
clenched throat, causing a low, guttural moan that grew in
intensity. Her trembling hands pulled his face harder against
her sopping little cunt.
Jack knew the right moment from experience. He pushed his
fingertip against her cervix and began vibrating. At the same
time, his tongue slipped between Cyndi's clit and cunt lips,
licking along either side before lifting to use the hard little
knob like a punching bag.
His daughter came with a loud, guttural cry that made Jack
happy that the nearest neighbor was over two miles away. His
tongue continued its relentless attack of her button, his finger
continued vibrating her uterus, and his hand continued squeezing
her small breast as he realized she must be having the cum of a
lifetime -- one as intense as he'd had that first night he put
his dick between her legs. Her sweet, sweet cunt squeezed his
finger in rapid pulses. He didn't stop until she relaxed,
laughed that odd little laugh which indicated she'd had a
satisfying orgasm, and pushed his face back. His finger received
two final squeezing pulses as the remnants of her orgasm faded.
Her beautiful cunt, ass, and thighs looked as if someone had
poured glycerin over them. No doubt his face looked the same.
He left his hand cupped around the warm mound of her
developing breast and his finger deep in her hot, sopping little
cunt. She giggled a few times, then raised her head to peer
intently at his face, and he knew she was looking for blood. A
month earlier, while thrashing about, she had slammed her pubic
bone into his nose. Her frenetic humping and his furious
cunnilingus had smeared the blood from his nose over half his
face, frightening her for a moment when he pulled back from her
little twat. This time there was no blood.
"Better?" he asked.
She gave him an exhausted but happy smile that dimpled her
sweaty cheeks, and then she collapsed back onto the couch.
"Yeah. Of course, there's no such thing as a bad cum," she
sighed. "But THAT one... oh, DADDY! It was just UNBELIEVABLE!"
At the instant she was fully relaxed, Jack darted his head
forward and planted a quick kiss on the slimy little clit while
simultaneously squeezing her breast and twirling his finger
around the inside of her hot, flooded hole.
The little nub instantly sprang erect, pushing between his
lips, and her love tunnel spasmed into a constricting grip around
his finger. She gasped and arched her back. <My god!> he
realized. <She's cumming again!>
He pushed his lips down around her clit and sucked on it
while rapidly flicking his tongue across it. He resumed
squeezing the sweet young titty as before, but this time the
finger insider her body began drawing rapid circles around the
cervix instead of vibrating it. Her steaming little cunt gripped
his finger so tightly that he was barely able to move it. Then
her orgasm triggered and his finger was treated to eight pulses,
a momentary break, and then three fading constrictions at growing
intervals.
When he was sure that she was finished, he pulled his face
back and looked at her lying there and panting. She was as
relaxed as a pile of wet rags. Fortunately the back of the couch
held her head up because she couldn't have raised it herself.
Her bright brown eyes sparkled with the distinct afterglow of
orgasm. A tired smile dimpled her round, smooth cheeks. He had
never seen her so exhausted from sex before.
Jack smiled back at the most precious thing in his life.
"That's the first time you've ever done that with me," he said,
approval obvious on his face.
"Oh, Daddy," Cyndi sighed, "that was so cool." She took in
a deep breath and then released it in a soft purring sound.
"I've never done that before at all. That was the best cum I've
EVER had in my whole life. It was just what I NEEDED. And then
you kissed my clitty -- suddenly I was cumming AGAIN. Without
warning! Not as strong, but -- oh, Daddy, it was WONDERFUL!"
"Well, good, sweetheart," he said, giving her inner thighs a
soft kiss as he gently removed his finger. The gentleness was
mere habit. Her sopping little twat was so lubricated that she
wouldn't have been injured by a jerked-out wood rasp. "I hope it
ended your frustration."
"Ooooh, yessss," she cooed. Her smile turned to a slight
frown when she felt the probing finger slide out of her. "Hey!
I didn't tell you to take that out of there."
"Well," he said, sucking his finger clean of her juices
while extending his little finger, "I can't very well wear you
like a ring to the shower."
He started to rise, but she stopped him with a sharp, "Wait
a minute." He raised an eyebrow in question, and she replied,
"You can't go take a shower now. You need relief, too. You
should feel as good as I do!"
"Honey, I need to go clean up.
"DADDYYYY," she said in the patient tone that women must
learn from their mothers while still in the womb. She tried to
look at his crotch, but couldn't see it from her current angle.
She was too exhausted to lift her head and body. "You can't tell
me that that didn't turn you on. Don't you have a Mister Woody
now?"
"Sweetheart...."
"Yes or no? I'll see it when you stand up."
"Well -- yes. But...."
"You don't have to MAKE LOVE to me, Daddy," she said in THAT
tone again. "Just have yourself a quickie. Or do you want me to
suck you off?"
Jack laughed and kissed her knee. "Honey, right now you
couldn't suck lemonade through a short straw, and I'm glad of
that. But I should take a shower before I do anything."
He reluctantly released his grip on her satiny young breast,
barely the size of half a tennis ball, and flicked his fingertip
across the erect pink nipple. Though she was exhausted, her hand
moved with the speed of a striking rattlesnake to grasp his
wrist.
"Keep it there for a minute," she said, a plea in her voice.
Jack cupped it again. Her grip remained firmly around his
wrist. "Seems I can't refuse you, can I, Cyn?" he asked with a
warm smile.
Her tone turned accusing. "Seems you're TRYING to! C'mon,
Daddy. We both know what will happen. You'll get in the shower,
and as soon as you start washing Mister Woody, you'll get so
turned on that you'll jack off. Which do you like better:
shooting it down the shower drain, or shooting it in me?"
Jack sighed. Cyndi was just like her late mother: she only
wanted to argue when she was right and would win. She had to be
the oldest almost-twelve-year-old in the world.
She grinned at him and added, "We can shower together after
we fuck. Or are you to puny and tired to carry a naked seventy
pound girl up a flight of stairs if I can't walk after you ravage
me?"
He rose on his knees, squeezed her little titty, and kissed
her knee again. "Okay," he said as he fumbled to remove his yard
pants with his free hand. "I'll just fuck you like this so you
don't have to smell me."
Again she gave him THAT look and exhaled in THAT tone, but
she said nothing while he pushed his pants and briefs down to his
knees, freeing him rampaging hard-on. He scooted forward, lifted
her feet to his shoulders, and pressed the tip of his cock to her
brown pucker. He then forced her pudgy lips aside with it and
pulled it upward through her warm, sopping slit for lubrication.
The instant it touched her clit, her eyes went wide. She
gave her special gasp again as her hands shot overhead to seize
the back of the couch. Her body stiffened and began to rise as
another moan tried to form in her throat.
Jack immediately placed his dick against the hot, snug
opening and pushed. Wet and slick as she was, he still had to
force his way in because her cunt was already spasming with
another orgasm. She hadn't been this tight during her
pre-pubescent first fuck on her tenth birthday.
He pushed his way inward as she expanded and held against
expulsion as she contracted around him. His cockhead came to
rest against the bottom of her hole, and his balls caressed her
sleek, round butt cheeks. He paused to enjoy the feel of her
little cunt pulsing in waves along the rock-like erection he once
hated for being too small.
He looked down at the cunt stretched tightly around his
manhood and watched how her internal muscles throbbed her flesh
around it in orgasm. She was supported by only feet and
shoulders, with all her muscles rigid as the marble he wanted to
have carved to show her forever frozen in this moment. The erect
pink cones of her nipples, the long curled toes, the face
scrunched up in the almost painful ecstasy of orgasmic release,
the rigid young body just starting to regain its suppleness....
He did not have time for even one retreat-and-thrust
movement before his own orgasm overwhelmed him. His own muscles
froze, but his hips retained enough flexibility for him to move
short distances. He began humping as he fired wads of cum deep
into her belly, shooting until his balls were empty, and then he
continued spasming, feeling as if his dick were trying to draw
ammunition reserves up from his toenails. The world turned red,
and he was only dimly aware that Cyndi had started yet another
orgasm of her own.
With his dick slamming into the end of her little vault and
her pussy muscles clamping tight around his raging member, there
was no room in her little twat for his load, even though he was
nowhere near as heavy a cummer as the porn movie studs. The jism
was smeared onto his dick on the outstroke, and the tight ring of
her entrance skimmed it off on the instroke, creating a white
circle that began oozing down across her pucker-door.
He heard little more than his blood pounding in his ears,
though he was aware that Cyndi was mixing words with her gasps
and moans. He understood the word, "Mommy," but the rest was
unintelligible. Finally the red left his vision, his ears began
picking up the sounds of the rest of the world, and his iron-hard
body began to relax.
His throat unlocked and he gasped air in great gulps.
Despite the air conditioning in the room, he was as soaked in
sweat as Cyndi was. He wanted nothing more than to collapse. On
reconsideration, collapsing became his second priority. He
wanted to keep his shrinking cock inside his daughter for the
rest of his life. Unfortunately, a periodic pulse down the
length of her love cave threatened to evict him.
Sleepy brown eyes under thin brown brows gazed contentedly
at him. She barely had the strength to dimple her cheeks with a
smile. "Ohhhh, Daddy!" she sighed in a half-whisper. "I may
have just had the best fuck I'll ever have for the rest of my
life!"
"Oh, sweetheart -- I hope you have -- hundreds more -- that
are even better," he gasped. "But I doubt -- I'll ever have -- a
more satisfying one -- even if it did last -- less than a
minute." He rotated his head to kiss each of her ankles while
trying desperately to avoid slipping out of her nubile young
body.
She giggled happily, causing a pussy spasm that squeezed him
from her hot tunnel like toothpaste from a tube. Her eyes went
wide, then relaxed as his slimy cock wadded up against her
entrance in the flood of hot jism and vagina juice. He was still
between her fat outer lips, but no longer being squeezed by her
tight cunt. <Life is good,> he thought.
He inhaled deeply and sighed. "I thought for a second there
you were going to cum for a fifth time," he said as he
straightened, releasing her young titty and running his palm down
her smooth, sweaty body in a gentle caress.
"Sixth." Slitted eyes below sweat-soaked hair plastered to
her forehead echoed the smile on her perfect mouth. "You were
cumming so hard that you missed my fifth one. It was a little
one, but it was still...." Her face scrunched slightly in
thought, and then she shrugged. "Wonderful isn't a big enough
word."
"Some things don't have word, sweetie," Jack said with a
smile. "I have to read the meaning in your face. I understand."
Jack arched his back, stretching, while running his hands up
and down the fronts of her legs. His dick stayed firmly pressed
against the liquid heat. When he finished and looked down at
her, she had a serious expression that still bore the marks of
her inner ecstasy.
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course you can, sweetie. And you may, too."
Her head tilted slightly to the right. "Daddy, I'm
serious."
The earnest tone surprised him. "Cyn, you know that I don't
mind if you ask anything you want, even if it's something I don't
want to answer. Asking is always okay between us."
Her eyes dropped to watch her right index finger trace idle
circles just below her ribcage. "I -- am -- uh...."
While she searched for words with the right comfort level,
he lightly rubbed the front of her thighs and pressed his left
cheek against her ankle. When she looked up bleakly, he said,
"Why don't you just ask and I'll assume the most innocent
possible meaning? Okay?"
"'Kay," she murmured. Her eyes dropped to watch her finger
again. Her chest swelled as she inhaled deeply. "Did you enjoy
Mommy this much?"
<Well,> he thought, <that certainly came out of left field.>
"That might be harder for me to answer than it was for you to ask
because it has many answers with different meanings."
"I'll assume the most innocent possible meaning," she said
in a soft, gentle plea. "Okay?"
"Okay." He marveled that he had the sense not to laugh --
not at her response because he thought it was funny, but at
himself because he had failed to realize how much she was growing
up. "Yes, I enjoyed your mother very much. But I can't compare
how I enjoyed her to how I enjoy you. It just doesn't work that
way."
Her eyes never left her circling finger, but her eyebrows
twitched together slightly with a frown. Jack thought for a
second and then asked, "Which do you enjoy better: Alice in
Wonderland,'" he indicated the television with a jerk of his head
and then realized that the VCR was rewinding, "or chocolate chip
ice cream?"
She frowned up at him from under her brows as if he actually
had laughed. He realized that she thought he was making fun of
her. He kissed her ankle. "Even though it doesn't seem like it,
your question is very much like mine. Very much."
His knees were beginning to hurt, even on the thickly padded
carpet. With deep regrets, he lifted her legs by her ankles and
pulled back. His cock stuck for a second like it was glued to
her. In the right rear corner of his brain the engineer that
never sleeps noted that the analogy was correct: it was glued.
He held her ankles together and kissed the instep of each
foot. Then he collapsed onto his right hip, lowered her feet to
the floor, and leaned against the couch. He draped his left arm
across her thighs to squeeze her legs to his chest, holding his
most precious treasure to him.
He looked at her averted eyes. "You aren't competing with
her memory, honey. I loved your mother very much, and we had
some wonderful times together. I love all the times she and I
shared with each other. But I can still love you and the times
we've had together, too."
The engineer that never sleeps took over. "Love isn't a
competition. It isn't either-or. It's not like two glasses of
water, where to put more in one you have to take some out of the
other. Love is like a faucet, where you take both glasses to put
more in each."
When her expression didn't change, he shrugged. "I hope I'm
explaining the answer to the right question you meant, and that
I'm not making it worse."
"I'm not sure what I meant," she murmured.
He planted a gentle kiss on her stomach, careful neither to
disturb the circling finger nor to tickle her. "Okay. How about
this answer. If your mother were still alive, if I had just done
this with her while you were out at the swimming pool or
wherever, if you and I weren't -- well, having sexual contact; if
all that were reality, then I would love you absolutely as much
as I love you right now."
The finger froze in place. "Honest?"
"I'll swear to that on anything you ask, Cyndi. Honest."
Tears brimmed in her sleepy eyes, but her cheeks dimpled
with a smile. "You're pretty smart. For a man."
He squeezed her legs to his chest in a bear hug. "I
inherited it from my daughter."
She laughed then, grabbing his head and tousling his brown
hair. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart." He pulled her knees apart
and craned his neck to peer at the mess smeared around her mound,
her thighs, and the base of her butt cheeks. "Now it looks like
you need a shower, too. Why...."
He tilted his head to look at her mound from different
angles. "Well, look at this!" he said, sounding as if he'd just
discovered life on Mars. He skritched a fingertip on her slimy
left lip next to the top of her slit. "This one's getting a
little darker and thicker. And I think -- yep. I believe
there's another one, too."
All signs of fatigue vanished, the way it could in the
young. Her body arched forward so she could look. "Really? No
kidding?"
"See?" he asked, trying to lift the hair from the goo with a
fingernail. "And here?"
"Wow!" she said. "That'll frost Megan!"
"Maybe," he said with a laugh, looking in vain for other new
growth. "Or maybe hers has started growing, too."
"No fair," she said with a frown that turned into a grin
when she saw the thickening hair. "She got boobs first, and hers
are bigger."
Jack collapsed against the edge of the couch again. Cyndi
was young, but he wasn't; not with forty just three years away.
"Well, honey," he said squeezing her legs back to his chest as
she reclined, her curiosity satisfied, "she takes after her
mother, just as you took after yours. Your Aunt Felicity started
growing boobs first, and she's the older one, too."
Cyndi locked eyes with him. "Yeah. By a year, not seven
minutes."
"Well," he said with a shrug, "your mother's never did catch
up in size or firmness. But Aunt Felicity's are still...." He
shut up, too late of course.
Cyndi had begun brushing hair from her sweaty forehead, but
her hand froze when she realized what he'd almost said. She
looked at him suspiciously. "They still what? Are firm? How do
you know?"
His silence while he tried to think of a reply was her
answer. Her eyes were twin full moons. "You saw them? You saw
Auntie F's boobs? Recently? When?"
Jack sighed. He knew that Cyndi, like her mother, would
pursue a question relentlessly until she had her answer.
Sherlock Holmes and Lieutenant Columbo were amateurs compared to
his women. "Last time we were there. She left the bedroom door
ajar when she changed for that trip to Stone Mountain."
Her eyebrows came together. "She does that a lot." Then
they arched as she asked with a tinge of excitement, "Did you
like them?"
"Well, Cyndi, uh...."
"DADDYYYY!" It was THAT tone again. "C'mon. You like
looking at other women's boobs, even when they're wearing
clothes. Did you like Auntie F's?"
Jack shrugged. "Sure."
"Cool! Have you played with them?"
"Cyn! No. Well, not since I started dating your mother."
Her eyes narrowed and one corner of her mouth turned up.
"Want to?"
"She's my sister-in-law."
"I'm your daughter." Again she chose to fight with logic
because she was right.
He'd try some logic of his own. "She's married to Uncle
Steve. I can't."
"What if they were swingers?" She'd developed a fascination
with swinging over the past year, reading swinger postings on the
internet and asking for amateur swinger videos for their porn
collection.
He now knew how the trapped criminal felt as Jessica
Fletcher drew her net closed. "Maybe," he said, feeling that
any answer would be the wrong one.
"Cool! I think you SHOULD play some women your own age."
Jack released the lock around her thighs to again cup her
budding breast in his big hand. There was almost room for the
other one. "I love these just fine," he said, suddenly realizing
just how much he DID prefer his almost-twelve daughter's to is
adult sister-in-law's. She dropped her hand across his and
squeezed it to her with a smile as her nipples suddenly hardened.
Then the implication struck him. "Are you saying you'd like
to play around with some boys your own age?"
She laughed. "No, silly. They are so -- so -- immature.
They play games instead of asking for what they want. If I said
I'd give it to them, they'd probably wet their pants and run home
crying."
Again she hugged his hand to her. "I prefer my men to be
men." She flicked an imperious hand toward the door of the den.
"So, be a man and carry me up to the shower. I'll wash your
back. And other things."
He gave her sweet young titty a gentle squeeze while he
kissed the other one. They shared a quick kiss on the lips, and
then he stood and lifted her. The smell of his sweat was almost
overpowered by the joined odors of sex rising from their
crotches. The mixture triggered a base response in both of them.
She threw her arms around his neck, and her tongue rushed into
his mouth like a soft, sweet, runaway locomotive. A half-minute
later she sighed and buried her face in his neck as he carried
her from the room.
He was almost to the base of the stairs when her lips rose
to his ear and, smiling with one corner of her mouth, she mused,
"I'll bet you'd like to play with May's boobs, too."
He realized that the uncontrollable hesitation in his step
gave her the right answer. She giggled into the side of his
neck.
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Four of Nine
The Second Beginning
The nightstand's alarm clock thundered like the bells of
Notre Dame as heard from Quasimodo's perch. Jack fought down a
wave of nausea as he rolled away from Marilyn to shut off the
infernal racket. He rolled back, spreadeagled across his half of
the bed and part of hers. She was sprawled on her stomach with
her right arm and leg off the bed and the left twisted into his
space. They were atop the covers.
His hand landed on her smooth, firm, bare ass. Habit
steered his fingers down her crack, through her thick bush, and
between the lips of her cunt. He was surprised to find no sloppy
mess because the tingling in his balls told him he'd had one hell
of a good cum. Perhaps she'd used the bidet in the night to....
Memory returned.
"Aw, f'k," he moaned, knowing he had to get to Cyndi and
Megan first in case he'd drunkenly left evidence of last night's
"quality time." Which meant he had to get up. He didn't even
have time to ring down to the kitchen and have Consuela bring up
coffee.
He somehow made it to the door without throwing up, but had
to swallow hard as he reached for the door knob. He concentrated
on keeping the contents of his stomach in their proper location
while he opened the bedroom door and stepped across to the
nursery. He was well into the room before he realized that he
wasn't alone with the babies.
"Well, you look bloody awful." Felicity's voice was a
modulated groan. "I'm jolly well glad that I don't feel quite as
terrible as you look." He opened his eyes, not comprehending
until then that he'd been walking with them shut to keep the
earth steady. She had little room to talk.
Her short blonde -- this week -- hair was matted about her
head, with several free-thinking spikes engaged in escape.
Smeared eye makeup created a raccoonish mask. Lipstick crawled a
half-inch left of the corner of her mouth. Something dried was
flaking from her right cheek. Her white silk teddy looked like
the Russian army had battled across it The top was closed by a
single button at her waist, sagging open as she bent over and
revealing a large white breast with a brown nipple and her
surrounding tanned chest. The gorgeous globe had no stretch
marks or signs of sagging that he could see, and there was little
he couldn't see.
"There! All done now, love." She straightened and lifted
Cyndi. "That's the both of them," she said with a yawn and a
grimace. She wobbled on her bare feet and steadied herself with
the corner of the changing table. "Had a bit of the runs, they
did, but they are both nice and clean now. I was going to feed
Cyn her bottle, but you may if you want. May has already eaten
and returned to sleep."
Her eyes kept dropping to his crotch. He groaned. He was
in no mood to fend off her advances.
She stepped away from the changing table, revealing that she
was wearing her rumpled thong bottoms backward. He tried not to
look at the neatly trimmed brown bush surrounding the
ultra-narrow cloth strip that sagged away from her.
"Ugh!" he grunted, sniffing at his armpit and almost
gagging. "I need to clean up first."
Her eyes dropped to his crotch again. "Okay," she said, her
voice heavy with disappointment. She fumbled the Cyndi's
breakfast from the Baby's Bottle Buddy and lurched toward the
rocking chair.
Jack retreated into the master bedroom and staggered into
the bath. <How can anyone be so hung over that she doesn't
realize her pussy is exposed like that? She must have expected
me and dressed that way deliberately.>
He flipped on the bathroom light. In the large wall mirror
he saw that he and his naked reflection had their dicks aimed at
each other like gunfighters.
"Aw, FUCK!"
After thoroughly brushing his teeth, gargling half a bottle
of mouthwash, and brushing again, he gave up on getting the
dragon shit taste out of his mouth and stepped into the shower.
He scrubbed and then let the water run over him for a good five
minutes, slowly beginning to feel almost human except for that
drum and bugle corps competition in his skull.
As he sobered, he began to worry about what would have
happened if Felicity had found his semen in either Cyndi's or
Megan's sweet little slits. Fortunately she was still half
plowed, and the girls had crapped in their diapers. Also
fortunately, nobody would examine the wadded, semen-soaked wipes
in with the used disposable diapers. But if his acts had been
discovered....
Jack swore that he would never do that again. Worry ebbed
as he reasoned, <Well, it was only so that I could be the first.
I can be first only once, so there's no need to do it again.>
More relaxed now, his mind slowly drifted from worry to the
subtle differences between the tiny cunts of his daughter and his
niece. He vaguely realized he was stroking his half-hard dick.
He was horny, not a normal occurrence when he was sobering
up. Marilyn was still out cold. Just as well. When she was
hung over, the rocking of sex made her vomit, and that did tend
to chill the mood. Felicity was obviously willing to "give
Mister Johnson a home," as she put it. Just how long HAD it been
since their last fuck? He couldn't do the math because of the
image of her big, still-beautiful titty filling his mind. Except
for the nipple now browned by pregnancy, it looked the same as it
had the last time he'd held and sucked it while trying vainly to
encircle it with both hands.
Marilyn's dark pregnancy line, running from her navel to her
bush, had begun to fade. He hadn't seen Felicity's, but he
couldn't remember whether that area was exposed. Besides, he'd
been eying that now-trimmed brown bush, which had grown wild
except for the bikini line while they were dating. It made such
a nice wrapping for that warm, dripping hole which had so tightly
wrapped his dick. He couldn't remember a time when Felicity's
cunt wasn't wet.
Marilyn needed a little foreplay before she was ready to
screw. Just whisper, "Let's fuck," in her big sister's ear and
Felicity would be well lubricated before you could yank your
zipper down. Jack idly wondered if Cyndi or Megan would get wet
enough to fuck that quickly.
He came so hard his nuts ached for an hour.
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Jack knew he couldn't play with Cyndi's cunt forever. As
she grew older, she would remember. Worse, she might ask Mommy
to make her feel good like Daddy did. That last time he
masturbated her during a diaper change was when they were alone
in the house. He pulled a chair to the changing table, fingering
and licking her little cunt for a good five minutes, enjoying the
fresh smell and taste of clean little girl cunt. He knew that
she'd had an orgasm during the session. She even made that
special soft little gasp for him.
He hadn't planned that the session would be their last
during diaper change. It just worked out that way. Oh, he'd
still let his fingers stroke softly across her chubby lips and
down her slit, but now he didn't spend time massaging her tiny
hard clit the way he had before. He did kiss her little round
butt once, but the impulse to go farther was so strong, almost
irresistible, that he never did that again, either.
He found other ways to stimulate her, though. He would
place her on his leg and let her "ride horsey" as he bounced his
leg on the ball of his foot. Sometimes he would turn her away
from him, so that her little cunt was pressed against his knee,
and then he would rapidly vibrate his leg up-and-down. Once he
heard that special little gasp and was surprised to find his eyes
filling with tears.
A few times he placed her on his lap while he was wearing
thin shorts or a thin robe. He aligned her slit on his hard cock
and gently rocked her for mutual stimulation. Once, when she was
almost two, he came. He fed her some fingertip loads of cum and
was excited to see that she smacked her lips and appeared to like
it.
When Cyndi was three, Felicity announced that she was
pregnant. That day Marilyn took him to bed and kept him there
for almost two months, fucking him until his dick was beyond
sore, but not quitting, despite his protests, until she missed a
period. Felicity's pregnancy turned out to be false. Marilyn's
wasn't, and she drew immense satisfaction from that.
Three months later she spontaneously aborted, hemorrhaging
badly. The doctors told Jack that another pregnancy might kill
her. His vasectomy was barely thirty hours later.
Felicity did become pregnant almost a year thereafter. She
planned to keep it a secret from her little sister for as long as
possible in order to avoid upsetting her. Marilyn still did not
know when sixteen year old Joey Frakes, on a joy ride in his
neighbor's stolen car, ran a stop sign at an estimated seventy
miles an hour and hit her driver's side door. Marilyn Ann
Martin, age 26, was killed instantly, never knowing about her
niece-to-be. Steve and Felicity named the baby Marilyn Ann
Elizabeth Allison.
Over the next few months Jack sold his electronics company
for a medium-sized fortune, cashed in most of his stock options
for another, and moved to Georgia to be near Steve, Felicity,
May, and Mary Beth. Jack had no close family of his own.
Felicity's father-in-law had been transferred to Atlanta just
before Marilyn's death. Steve and Felicity had soon followed her
parents and had started their own business management firm.
Silicon Valley had ruined Jack for city living. He bought a
small estate in an exclusive rural neighborhood northwest of
Atlanta and discovered, with Steve's help, that he had a knack
for investing. He did some engineering consulting via the newly
emerging internet, but he had discovered that his real love was
working with his hands.
The groundskeeper was released soon thereafter. The staff
shrank until just Nancy, the aging cook/housekeeper, was left on
the anniversary of Marilyn's death. Cyndi still had nightmares
that she would be taken from her father, but the move away from
old lady Preen had helped. She was extremely nervous around
other grownups except for Steve, Felicity, her grandparents, and
Nancy, who Cyndi doted on as if the housekeeper were her own
grandmother. Nursery school was a traumatic experience for
everyone.
The night of the first anniversary of Marilyn's death he was
in the den recliner, listening to a collection of her favorite
instrumental love songs and sipping a gin and tonic. He knew he
would lose the battle to hold back the tears by the time the next
song started. He was right.
He held the glass on the arm of the recliner with one hand
and fumbled his handkerchief with the other. Something small,
soft, and warm pressed his forearm to the chair and squeezed.
"Daddy?" The tone was urgent, concerned.
<Aw, fuck.> "Yes, sweetheart?" he asked, trying to control
his trembling voice.
She stood there in her favorite light blue pajamas with the
flowers and cartoon animals -- the ones she had insisted on
wearing instead of the pink ones he had picked out. Her little
face was pinched with concern, and her chubby hand gently patted
his arm. "Daddy? Are you hurt?"
"Just inside, honey," he said, twisting to pick her up with
his free arm while holding the glass upright. "Daddy misses
Mommy." He laid her on his chest and hugged her to him. She
sobbed once.
"You're supposed to be asleep," he said, his voice not as
steady as he wished.
"I dreamded that old woman made Mommy go away with her," she
said angrily. "She wanted to get me next, and I raned away."
She erupted in tears. "Don't let her get me, Daddy! Please!"
Jack kissed the top of her head and put his drink on the
floor. He wrapped both arms tightly about her. "She can't get
you, sweetheart. We left her a long, long way away. It was just
a dream, and dreams can't ever get you." He held her and rocked,
occasionally wiping tears from four eyes, until she went to
sleep. He held on.
Nancy found them as she was making her final round before
going to her cottage behind the house. At the tap on his
shoulder, Jack opened his eyes to see her blue ones sparkling in
the lined face that was so nicely framed by her graying black
hair. She silently held out her hands and motioned with her
fingertips for him to hand over Cyndi.
Jack looked down at his daughter, then back up at Nancy. He
shook his head with a smile, then indicated his glass with a nod.
With a wink he silently mouthed, "Good night." Nancy smiled,
bent to kiss Cyndi's cheek, and took the glass with her.
Cyndi awoke with a start as Jack was putting her back to
bed.
"NO!!!" she screamed.
She threw her arms around his neck. He was amazed at the
strength in those tiny limbs and feared that he might hurt her
trying to unlock them. "DON'T LEAVE ME!"
"Honey...."
"NO!" She began crying with racking sobs, teetering on the
verge of panic.
"Okay, sweetheart. It's all right. Cyndi, it's okay. You
don't have to stay in here tonight." He gathered her in his arms
and paused to turn out the light as he headed down the hall to
his room. This was the seventh panic attack since they had moved
to Georgia.
"Okay, just like before," he emphasized as he put her into
his bed. "You wait here for me like a great big girl while I
turn out the lights downstairs. I'll be right back. Do you want
me to bring you something?"
Brown eyes wide, she sniffed and shook her head.
"Would you like Daddy to turn on the music in here before he
goes?"
A nod. Jack punched the button and set the volume low. "I
Will Follow Him" flowed into the room, making his voice crack
when he said, "Daddy will be right back before you can count to a
hundred and twelve."
She scrunched her face. "I can't count that far."
"Count to one hundred, and then count to twelve," he said.
"Okay?"
" Kay." Her face turned serious. "One. Two. Free...."
She was up to "Eighty seben" when he returned with the
Nevada Barr mystery he'd been reading. He put the book on the
nightstand, stripped to his tee shirt and briefs, and slid under
the sheet next to her, moving the book to the edge of the bed
where he could later reach it without disturbing her. "Told you
so," he said smugly. "Miss me?"
She laughed and threw her chubby little arm across his
chest, hugging him ever so fiercely. "Yes!" Nothing in his life
brought him as much happiness that simple, loving act.
He scooped her into the nest formed by his left arm and
side, and with his right hand he brushed from her eyes the medium
blonde hair that was growing slowly but steadily darker. Jack
kissed the top of her head and was rewarded with another fierce
hug. He gently stroked her head and arms and spoke in a soft,
reassuring voice, lulling her to sleep.
When her breathing grew regular and deep, he held the sweet
little person who was a part of Marilyn and a part of himself for
a few minutes more. Then, carefully so as not to awaken her, he
opened the book and began to read.
An hour passed with him lost in the mystery while absorbing
Marilyn's favorite music on a subconscious level. The real world
slowly crept back into focus, and he realized he had his hand
inside Cyndi's pajama bottoms and panties, gently kneading her
pudgy little bare butt with all but his middle finger. That one
lay along her crack with the fingertip pressed against her slit
right above her vaginal opening.
No. It was inside her slit and against her opening.
"Aw, fuck," he groaned. Desire washed over him, and he
couldn't put the urge away because she felt so GOOD! She was
still deeply asleep. He would just play with her for a few more
minutes, he decided. Perhaps she would subconsciously perceive
the touch and it would relax her -- give her good dreams and keep
away the nightmares.
He gently rubbed his fingertip against the warm damp spot
and was rewarded with more moisture that reduced the friction,
making it easier for him to play with her tiny twat. The warmth
seemed to increase, too. Soon he was able to stroke smoothly and
gently from the juicy opening of her little love pit to the
now-hard pebble of her clit. He froze when she stirred, but she
merely adjusted her position slightly, rubbed the back of her
hand across her nose, and sighed before resuming her steady
breathing.
He began concentrating more on her clit, backtracking
occasionally for another scoop of moisture to lubricate her
little trigger. After a few minutes of his gentle caressing, her
body began to stiffen. Her deep breathing became more choppy,
with longer pauses.
Jack re-wet his finger in her slick juices and traced
circles just around her hard little nub. When he drew his finger
down the buried shaft at the front of her slit and across the
exposed head, she stopped breathing for a second and gave that
soft little gasp he had heard the first time he masturbated her.
Her hips thrust twice and then her body slowly relaxed. She
emitted a cross between a moan and a sigh, rubbed her cheek
against his chest for a moment, and then resumed deep breathing.
There was no doubt that little Cyndi had cum in her sleep.
Marilyn had cum in her sleep the same way.
Jack now had a rampaging boner that could do serious damage
to an iron bar.
He put the closed book aside and shoved his hand down the
top of his briefs to wrap it around his throbbing erection. He
began stroking himself while his left hand read his daughter's
secrets in braille. He knew he was moments from cumming, and he
didn't have anything available to clean up afterward. The box of
kleenexes was out of reach unless he disturbed Cyndi. In the
right rear corner of his mind, the engineer who never sleeps said
that since he'd already shot three diminishing loads that day
while masturbating to his nude pictures of Marilyn, he wouldn't
make much of a mess anyway.
The engineer was right as usual. A quarter-teaspoon
dribbled from his cock and puddled on his belly. He wondered if
he was really surprised at his next decision.
She took two-thirds of it in her mouth without awakening.
The remaining third was slowly transferred to the middle finger
of his left hand, which then eased back into her pajamas and
rubbed its load into her hot, wet slit and onto her tiny twat
trigger.
Content for the moment, he reached up to the control panel
in the headboard and punched out the lights. He left the music
playing and his hand around his daughter's sweet little bare ass.
Sometime in the night he released it, but his dreams remained
wonderfully erotic.
-----
The origin of babies came a few months later, when she
accidentally walked in on him in the first floor bathroom and
wanted to know what "that" was. He really couldn't explain why
she'd never seen his cock before that moment; whether it was some
unrealized holdover from Marilyn's odd prudishness, or it was
just the way things happened. He answered all her questions
honestly and with as much detail as she seemed able to handle.
She still slept with him whenever she had panic attacks. He
did not question that they had suddenly begun coming with
increased frequency. Almost every time she spent the night in
his bed, he masturbated her to a nocturnal orgasm and sometimes
jacked off himself, again feeding her part of his jism and
massaging the rest into her little cunt.
Just before Halloween, while Nancy was in Alabama visiting
her son's family, he put Cyndi to bed, stayed with her until she
dozed off, and retired to the den with an Irish coffee. He
unlocked the second videotape cabinet, chose "Alice in
Wonderland", and slid it into the VCR. He positioned himself
where he could see Cyndi's shadow cast by the upstairs hall light
if she started down the stairs, flipped out his half-boner, and
stroked it to full erection.
He closed his eyes while cumming during the Tweedledee and
Tweedledum oral sex scene. When he opened them, Cyndi stood next
to the recliner in her yellow nightie, eyes as big as the pumpkin
they were to carve the next day. "WOW!" she said, her cheeks
dimpling as she leaned forward to rest on her forearms for a
closer look. "I didn't know it got BIGGER when it wreckted!"
"Bigger" immediately ceased to be an issue. It couldn't
have shrunk any faster if she'd dumped a pitcher of ice water on
it.
"Huh!" she said, eyes wide. Her face corkscrewed into a
question. "Can you make it stick up again?"
"Cy... -- Cyndi!" he said, stammering in embarrassment,
trying to stuff his dead dork back into his pants and also to
conceal the wad soaking into the napkin. "Wh... -- what...."
"Oh! Is that the simian you told me about?"
"Semen, honey," he automatically corrected. "Why..."
She sniffed. "It smells f'miliar. What where you -- Daddy!
Are they making a baby!?"
He looked up from what he was doing to see her wide eyes
locked on the television. Dum and Dee were now merrily humping
away. "Well, sort of."
"Wow!" she said, a touch of awe in her voice. Then her head
jerked back in surprise at the cum shot. "Doesn't he have to
squirt it in her to make the baby?"
"Honey -- people don't have sex just to have babies," he
said, trying to get the zipper unstuck now that the flaccid snake
was back in its den. "Sometimes they do it just to have fun
because it feels good."
"She rubbed his -- his thingy with her hand, just like you
did," she said, focusing her attention on him now that the movie
was showing a song and dance number. "But you didn't have anyone
on you first."
<Aw, fuck.>
Sex Education Lesson Two featured an essay on masturbation,
followed by questions and answers that included the fact that
girls didn't have to be left out of the fun. It also included a
lecture on the necessity that she never, ever, tell anyone what
she'd seen and heard or else someone like Miss Preen WOULD take
her away, and he'd be powerless to stop it.
The full lecture was unnecessary: the first sentence was
enough to frighten her into silence. It also preyed on her mind
as she fell asleep.
The panic attack happened around two. He cuddled her and
soothed her for twenty minutes before she fell asleep in the nest
of his left arm. He did not play with her as she slept.
Instead, he gently stroked his right fingers across the top of
her head until she fell asleep.
When the clock-radio alarm sounded he awoke to find the
sheet pulled down and her head resting on his bare stomach. His
tee shirt front was bunched above the top of his briefs, which
contained a raging piss-hard boner. He switched off the radio
and lay there thinking while waiting for the erection to subside.
His suspicions were aroused, but he decided to say nothing. She
may have awakened and attempted to satisfy her curiosity, or he
may have bunched the tee shirt while groping himself in his
sleep.
After his boner subsided he tried to slip out of bed without
awakening her. As he slipped from under her head, she yawned.
"Daddy?"
"What, sweetheart?"
She stretched like an awakening cat, one limb at a time.
"I'm hungry. C'n we have brekfus?"
"Of course. What do you want?"
Her eyebrows scrunched together for a moment. "Waffles."
"Waffles it is, Milady." He bent down and blew a fart kiss
on her tummy, making her squeal and kick and push at his head.
Her fingers had the unmistakable aroma of her little cunt.
His cock jumped in his briefs. Fortunately, she wasn't
looking toward it. "But Daddy has to go potty first," he said,
sliding out of the bed and hoping that he could keep the elephant
from going on a rampage before he got to the bathroom. He
successfully kept it down long enough to take a leak and then
shot his wad after only two dozen strokes.
After a leisurely breakfast Jack took her back upstairs for
her bath. While he ran water into her tub she pulled off her
yellow top, then pivoted her foot on the point of her big toe, as
if trying to bore a hole in the carpet with it. "Daddy?"
He was about to ask if she wanted bubble bath. Instead he
squatted beside her and asked, "What, sweetie?"
She kept her eyes on her toe and asked in a soft voice, "C'n
I take a shower? Please?"
"Sweetie, I don't know how I could wash you without getting
water everywhere. Or do you want to wash yourself?"
She hesitated for several seconds, still pivoting her foot.
Her voice dropped again, to barely more than a whisper. "You
could get in with me."
Although he had thought that was the reason for her
hesitation Jack discovered that he didn't know what to say.
"Daddy, I won't tell anybody. EVER!"
If Jack had been about to say, "No," and he wasn't really
sure what he was about to say, the tone of her voice changed his
mind. He killed the water and flipped the drain lever.
"Okay," he said as cheerfully as he could, trying to mask
the real turmoil inside, "but you have to carry me in there."
Head still down, her eyebrows came together and her eyes
rolled to look at him. "DADDYYYY!" she said as she skinned down
the nightie bottoms with her thumbs.
Jack stared at the yellow cloth slumped around her ankles
and wondered just when she had stopped wearing panties under
them. He realized only then that it had been some time since
he'd had to slide his hand under two elastic bands to reach her
bouncy little butt.
She stood looking up at him, with her mussed dark-blondish
hair barely grazing her shoulders and her right hand clasping her
left wrist across her round little tummy. Before the sight could
stir things he didn't want stirring, she turned and sprinted out
the door. "Race you!" she shouted from the hall.
He grabbed her shampoo and rose to his feet. "I win!"
"DADDYYYY!"
Jack put her shampoo in the shower, set the automatic
temperature control, and stepped back into the bedroom to throw
his tee shirt and shorts on the bed. He turned to see Cyndi
fidgeting in the bathroom door.
"Hurry up!" she ordered. "I'm not getting any cleaner!"
He laughed and then asked gently, "Are you sure you want to
do this?"
She nodded, and he slid down his briefs. Her eyes were on
his flaccid cock as he straightened. He fought to keep it
flaccid as he grasped his briefs with his toes, flipped them up
into his opposite hand, and tossed them into the laundry hamper
across the room.
"Three points," he said. "Nothing but net."
Cyndi laughed, but didn't move her eyes. He fluttered his
fingers to move her into the bathroom as he approached.
He first shampooed her hair, then sat on the shower floor
while she shampooed his. When he washed her back with his soapy
hands -- was forgetting a wash cloth REALLY an oversight? -- he
had to concentrate to keep from erecting as he washed her pink
little butt and the tops of the backs of her legs. As she
returned the favor, he felt the tips of her fingers brush the
backside of his balls when she washed the inside of his legs. He
diagrammed computer logic circuits in his head to keep from
thinking about it.
He sat facing her as she stood with her legs slightly spread
and her arms away from her body. He scrubbed her little arms,
hands, and fingers with his big soapy hands. She smiled at him
with dimpled cheeks, occasionally meeting his eyes before hers
dropped back to his barely limp beast. She laughed when he
scrubbed her armpits while singing,
"We scrub the pits until they're pink.
"That way we know that they won't stink."
His soapy hands scrubbed down across her flat little chest
and rounded tummy, and he realized that she seemed to be a little
taller and less pudgy than he remembered. And that left him at
the point of no return.
Furiously diagramming logic circuits, he stroked his soapy
hands along her hips and across the fronts of her thighs. Then,
thumbs downward, he scrubbed up the insides of her legs.
The little fingers of either hand slipped into the spaces
between her fat labia and her thighs. There was warmth there.
As his hands moved back and forth, she put her hands on his
shoulders, opened her legs a little wider, and softly sighed.
His right hand rotated and lightly scrubbed the fingertips along
her slit.
"Daddy, that feels gooooooood," she whispered.
Nothing could have prevented The Beast from raising its head
to watch. He started to slide his hand back down her thigh, but
she whispered, "More? Please, Daddy?"
He resumed scrubbing along her slit for a few moments, then
pressed his fingertips against her swelling little mound and
vibrated them, taking care not to get any soap into her where it
might burn.
She stood tensed, eyes closed and head thrown back, humming
a note of pleasure. "It's like riding horsey,'" she murmured,
surprising him with her memory of something he hadn't done with
her in over a year.
He vibrated his fingers against her for another minute,
until she tensed and said, "Daddy? Daddy, I think...." And then
he heard that soft little gasp. "Oh, DADDY!" she cried. And
then she came, her angelic face scrunched up in the sweet agony
of orgasmic bliss. It was the most beautiful sight Jack had ever
seen.
When the orgasm ended she gave an odd little laugh. Her
eyes and mouth formed big circles, as he slowly, softly, slid his
hand off her cunt and down her leg. "Daddy! Is THAT what
inner-courts feels like?"
"Well -- yes. Something like that. Different, but just as
good."
"Oh, WOW! No wonder grownups like doing it for fun!" She
giggled and threw her little arms around his neck in a fierce
hug. Then she pulled back and glanced down. Her head twisted
sideways, and she looked puzzled.
"Daddy, it's all hard again. Did you touch it, too?"
"No, sweetie," he said with a slightly embarrassed smile.
"I think Mister Stiffy is just showing that he liked it when I
played with you."
"Oh!" she said, surprised. "Do you want me to -- to
masser... -- to touch it for you?" She had tried to suppress the
eagerness in her voice.
Jack's own voice was husky. "If you really want to,
sweetheart. I don't mind." <Isn't THAT the understatement of
the year,> he thought. "Do you want me to stand up?"
She nodded, her wide eyes locked on the fascinating new toy
and watching it rise until it was near her eye level. Then she
said the words Jack thought he would never hear any female say to
him in all seriousness: "It's so HUGE!"
He showed her where to wrap her soft little hands around his
throbbing cock. He almost came at her touch. After he cautioned
her about not pulling downward too far, she screwed her angelic
face into a mask of concentration and stroked him. After a
couple of minutes, holding back from cumming to prolong the
sensation of her stroking, he had her soap her hands and slide
them along his lance of love.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, frowning at his cock as she
slid her hands up and down the five and one-half inches of the
thin shaft.
"Oh, sweetheart -- it certainly does," he gasped. "But you
-- you'd better move -- to the side. Daddy's going to...." The
hollow spot at the base of his dick seemed to flood with jism,
and then it started throbbing. His head jerked back and a
guttural moan squeezed from his throat. His arms flew out to
brace himself against the shower walls, and his whole body
stiffened into one gigantic erection as the world turned red.
Cum roared down the length of the shaft she was caressing
with her warm, soft hands. It shot outward, grazed the side of
her cheek, and hit her ear. She jerked backward in surprise but
did not release her grip, pausing less than a second before
resuming the stroke. The second shot just reached the bottom of
her round chin, and the remainder landed on her tummy.
"WOW!" She gaped at the remaining jism dribbling out the
end of her father's dick as she continued stroking. "That's
NEAT!" She glanced up with a mixed look of awe and joy on her
smiling little face and then turned her attention back to the
last drops oozing out the tip of the rod in her hand.
Stimulation finally became painful. "That's good, honey.
Thanks."
Cyndi stopped rubbing. She held his slowly deflating cock
in one hand while she rinsed the soap from the other. "I did it
right?" she asked, using her clean hand to wipe away the string
of cum tickling her cheek and ear. She pinched some between her
thumb and forefinger and watched with the most serious expression
as she separated her fingers, forming a thick white string of
cum.
"You did it very right, sweetheart. I didn't think I could
shoot that much so soon after -- I mean...."
She sniffed her cum-covered finger and carefully touched it
to the tip of her tongue. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked up
anxiously at his face. "I won't have a baby if I just taste it,
will I?"
He laughed. "No," he said. "You aren't old enough,
anyway." He also explained vasectomies to her, answered her
questions, and then asked one of his own. "Why did you want to
taste it?"
She shrugged and diverted her eyes back to the semi-soft
schlong in her little hand. "I dunno. I know the smell. It was
familiar; 'n' so's the taste." With a slight quiver in her voice
she asked, "Did I do bad?"
He moved slightly to keep the water from falling on her head
as he turned her face upward, scooped the wad from her chin onto
his fingertip, and held it before her lips. "No, sweetheart.
You did VERY good. Very good, indeed."
They played sex games through the weekend. Sunday night, in
preparation for Nancy's return, he told her that they would have
to be sure that her bed looked slept in to keep from arousing the
housekeeper's suspicions. That established a pattern of him
taking her to his bed initially, but returning her to her own
after they had played. Occasionally she remained, and Jack
commented the next morning that she'd had another panic attack.
A week before Christmas, Jack was having his morning coffee
at the kitchen table while he discussed Christmas party plans
with Nancy. She inscribed occasional notes in a precise, elegant
script within a small, battered notebook that looked as old as
she was. When he indicated they were finished, she hooked the
pen into its place, closed the notebook, and set it aside.
Concern showed in her blue eyes. "May I speak freely, Mr.
Martin? Without being fired?" she asked in the soft Alabama
accent that Jack couldn't tell from an Atlanta accent.
"Well, of course, Nancy. You're as much a member of this
family as -- okay, what's wrong?" he asked as he realized she was
struggling with her words.
"Mr. Martin, it's -- um....."
Jack put the coffee cup aside and took the old woman's hands
in his own. "It's okay. Honestly. Tell me, whatever it is."
She struggled another few seconds and then sighed. She
looked at her watch and then at the kitchen clock to avoid his
eyes. "It's not necessary to pretend for my benefit. You don't
have to make Cyndi's bed look slept in just for me. Let her
finish the night in yours."
<Aw, fuck!> "How -- what...?" He didn't know how to ask
without admitting what he'd been doing with his daughter.
"Mr. Martin," Nancy said with a tiny smile, "I'm not so old
and senile that I can't remember what makes those particular
stains on her sheets and yours. I know you aren't forcing her.
You love her too much. Besides, if you were, she wouldn't show
you the love I see when she looks at you."
He inhaled and let it out slowly. "How long have you
known?"
"Oh -- I've been certain since a week or so after I returned
from Tom Ed's. I'm also not so old that I don't remember what it
was like with my father. I loved him the way Cyndi loves you.
That includes all the meanings of love,' too."
"Really?" Jack couldn't picture Nancy at Cyndi's age. For
that matter, he couldn't picture the woman as ever having had
sex, either. Still, if her two children had been virgin births,
he was certain that he would have heard about it on the six
o'clock news.
Nancy interlaced her fingers atop the table and stared
through them into another time. "My father was stronger than any
three other men in the county, yet he was especially gentle with
me. I adored him the same way Cyndi adores you. I would stand
at the window and watch for him to come home so that I could be
the first to greet him.
"I lost interest in sex shortly after my daughter was born.
I started to hope that as she grew older, she could provide my
husband what I could not. I even started preparing him for the
idea. Sue Ellen was almost three when the scarlet fever hit. It
was really bad. The doctor said she would die, but she didn't.
But she also never reached three mentally."
Jack didn't know what to say. He knew she had a daughter,
but she had never spoken of her except for the name. He placed
an understanding hand over Nancy's entwined ones.
"She's in a very nice home in Montgomery. Tom Ed and I go
see her every time I visit him, and he goes to see his sister a
couple of times a week. She remembers him, but not me."
Jack looked for tears, but there were none. "Nancy, I -- I
don't -- is...."
"Oh, I'm okay. I've grown accustomed to it over the past
thirty-odd years. What I was going to say was that Herb couldn't
accept Sue Ellen and finally left. I had to put her in the home
and go to work to support us and pay for her expenses. I never
reclaimed my desire after that, maybe because of that; but I
never forgot how much I enjoyed the times with my father."
Her eyes refocused on the present, on Jack's face. "This is
a wonderful time for Cyndi. She couldn't ask for a better man
than you to teach her while also watching out for her. I will do
all I can to protect you and to protect her. Your secret's safe
with me." She smiled. "And maybe I can answer some questions
for her that a man can't."
She waggled a forefinger at him. "Now, this is YOUR home.
Don't you feel that you have to make allowances for an old woman
housekeeper and her proper sensibilities.' I can guarantee you
that I won't see anything that I haven't seen before."
Jack involuntarily glanced down at his lap.
"In one form or another," she added.
Jack was impressed that she didn't blush.
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Five of Nine
The Birthday Party
While Jack set the temperature of the shower, Cyndi douched
in the bidet. "I always hate to wash you out of me," she said
with a frown. She was serious. Sometimes after they fucked in
the mornings, she'd insert a tampon and "take Daddy to school"
with her.
"I can always put more in you," he reminded her, causing her
cheeks to dimple and her bright eyes to sparkle.
"You better!"
Despite her current height, Jack still sat on the floor of
the shower while he washed her. He said it made it easier to
check to see if he'd rinsed all the soap from her sweet young
twat. Jack's soap check was a taste test, and it always resulted
in her orgasming.
This time, however, she didn't make it to the soap check.
He lathered her thighs and then slipped his hands, forefingers
up, between her outer lips and her thighs. He gently squeezed
her cunt lips between his hands and began washing with a see-saw
motion.
She came immediately, grasping his shoulders while arching
her back and throwing her contorted face upward into the falling
water. She squatted slightly on trembling legs while he tried to
keep from getting soap in her slit. It was what she called, "a
little one."
"Wow!" she gasped afterward. "I've never cum so easily
before."
In the right rear corner of Jack's brain, the engineer that
never sleeps had already asked and answered the question. "I
think we've hypersensitized your clit."
Her eyes sparkled with afterglow. "I hope that's good,
because I LIKE it!"
Jack grinned. "As far as I know, yes."
"Good," she sighed. She waved a hand upward. "Stand up."
Her last act was to give Mr. Woody a ten minute soap check
and then swallow all of her father's cum as he shot it into her
mouth. She kept sucking until the sensation became uncomfortable
for Jack. She removed his cock from her mouth and kissed the tip
and down the shaft. She held it gently and squinted up at him
through the warm water falling on her face. "I sure hope we
never hypersensitize Mr. Woody."
He shifted to block the falling water with his body. "Why?"
She gave him THAT patient look. "Because men can't have
multiple orgasms, of course. You wouldn't get to enjoy it as
long."
Days away from twelve years old and already she could make a
grown man feel like an abject idiot.
----
Before the girls' first Christmas, Marilyn and Felicity had
decided that their children would not be spoiled by
overindulgence, either by their parents or by their aunts and
uncles. "No diamond tiaras," as Marilyn had put it. "We don't
want them to become like the Royal Family."
The girls usually shared a common birthday party. This year
is was held on Cyndi's birthday. The even years normally were
observed on Megan's, but May was to begin a week's visit while
Steve, Felicity, and Mary Beth went to a business convention in
Memphis.
There was just enough time for cake and ice cream and the
opening of presents, and then Steve announced that the Allison
Express was departing. Jack didn't mind seeing Steve and
Felicity leave, especially the latter, but Mary Beth.... Megan
was attractive, Cyndi was beautiful, but hazel-eyed Marilyn Ann
Elizabeth Allison of the blonde hair that brushed the top of her
ass; she was drop dead gorgeous even though she wouldn't be eight
until September.
Jack had to console himself by acting as lifeguard and
watching two dozen of Cyndi's friends, mostly girls of all shapes
and sizes, scattered about the swimming pool in small bits of
wet, clinging, colored cloth. A few, like his tall, leggy niece,
were wearing suits that were left over from the previous summer
and were almost too small.
Megan's top in particular had trouble keeping her ripe young
tits contained, and twice she had to pull her top up after going
off the diving board. The material was also thin enough that her
nipples were clearly outlined even when they weren't hard. They
were small and seemed to have been left behind when the flesh
beneath them rounded and swelled. Her hips had begun to flare,
giving a hint of the shapely woman that would emerge from the
straight lines which many of the girls still showed. Her dark
brown hair, which reached to the middle of her waist, had been
tied back so that it did not obscure his view of her rounded
charms.
He fought to keep his Beast at bay and to not be too obvious
by staring openly, even though Megan frequently came out of the
water directly in front of him. He had a clear view down between
those large, pink orbs. Neither the top nor the bottom edge of
the cloth reached her chest wall. Even worse, the clinging wet
bottoms perfectly outlined the camel-toe of her smooth, delicious
cunt.
When Cyndi noticed his discomfort she took him into the
house for a quick-relief blow job in the mud room.
She pulled his dick from her mouth and licked the underside
from his nuts to the tip. Before she resumed sucking it, one
corner of her mouth curled upward and she asked, "Did you see how
Megan's boobs are outgrowing her top?" She smiled contentedly
and swallowed as her father's cock throbbed and splashed hot,
salty semen down the back of her throat.
Megan and Cyndi accompanied the girls into the bath house at
the end of the party, but did not change out of their own suits.
When the parents arrived at five, they bade their guests farewell
and then carted their loot into the house.
Jack stopped them at the staircase. "Seven o'clock for
dinner?"
They agreed, and Megan said, "Thanks again, Uncle Jack. It
was really PERFECT!" She gave him a quick kiss which would have
been niece-like had it not lasted just exactly too long and had
she not brushed the exposed bottoms of her breasts across his
forearm. She stepped back so that Cyndi could thank him, too.
Megan couldn't see Cyndi's tongue briefly dart out while she
kissed her father. Jack watched them bounce and wiggle up the
stairs before returning to the kitchen, rubbing his swelling cock
through his pants. <Life is good,> he told himself.
Although Megan could have her own room if she wished, she
always stayed in Cyndi's. Jack had finally put a permanent
second bed and a small chest of drawers in there just for Megan.
The chest contained several outfits that matched some of Cyndi's.
The older girl stood in the center of the room, staring at
Cyndi's present from Jack standing in the corner on its own desk.
"A computer," she said in a flat voice.
"It's what I wanted, May," Cyndi replied from her writing
desk, trying not to sound defensive as she made notes on a pad
for thank you cards.
Megan picked up a framed picture and hugged it to her
swelling breasts. "Well, he got me what I really wanted, and I
wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. This is so
cool!"
"May, you're getting it wet."
With a loud gasp, Megan jerked the picture away. The glass
had protected the photograph of Distant Odyssey from her damp
top. It was signed, "To Megan, with Love," by the five members of
the band. "How did Uncle Jack get the picture autographed?"
"Dieter Graf, Karl's father, used to work for Daddy."
Megan's mouth fell open. She glanced at the keyboardist and
then gaped at Cyndi again. "No shit, June?"
Cyndi clicked her pencil against her teeth while she tried
to remember who had given her the sandalwood bubble bath. The
tag was missing. "No shit."
"Coooooool!" Megan drawled in admiration. She stared at the
drummer with a hunger in her eyes and sighed. "Don't you think
that Mark Venture really looks a lot like Uncle Jack?" she asked.
"He's soooo dreamy." Then in a lower voice she said, "Kelly
Scott said she heard he was really hung, like a horse."
Cyndi didn't look up from her writing. "Daddy?"
Megan gawked at her, not realizing her cousin was teasing.
"No. Mark Venture."
Cyndi put the pad and pencil aside. "Well, let's go see,"
she said, rising and turning to her computer.
It took her five minutes. "Still think my computer was a
bad present?"
"Holy shit, June!" May said, staring wide-eyed at the
screen. "That's not a wiener, that's a tree trunk! I bet a
horse doesn't have one that big."
"Want to check?" Cyndi asked, reaching for the mouse.
"No! Just -- just leave that on the screen for a while."
She whistled, something else she could do that Cyndi couldn't.
"My god, it's bigger than Daddy's."
Cyndi stiffened slightly, then forced herself to relax and
turned to look at her cousin's face hovering over her shoulder.
"You've seen Uncle Steve's wiener?" Cyndi already knew Steve's
cock was large from the bulge it made in his pants and especially
his speedo swimming trunks.
Megan turned her eyes to give Cyndi a sly look. "Yeah."
She went back to ogling the drummer's stick. "I even saw it when
he had a boner once. I thought it was huge BEFORE it got hard!"
"You saw it UP?"
Megan's tongue wet her lips and she squirmed as she
continued to stare at the screen. A gnawing itch had appeared
between her legs, and not touching it was maddening. "I really
wasn't feeling good and came home from Megan Milano's early one
Saturday. He was doing Mum on the couch in the den and they
didn't hear me come in. I watched for a minute, but I felt so
bad I really had to go lie down. That was last year. You know,
when I caught that bad bug that was going around and missed your
Halloween party?"
"Cool!" Cyndi said. "I'll bet it was worth missing the
party to see that. Besides, it wasn't that great a party anyway.
A bunch missed it because they were sick, too, you know."
Megan's fingers reached out and stroked the dick on the
screen. "You -- uh -- ever see Uncle Jack's?"
"Of course, silly. The sauna, remember?" Jack had
installed the sauna after a consulting trip to Germany, shortly
before Nancy retired as their housekeeper. Like the Europeans,
he and Cyndi wore nothing but shower shoes and a heavy coat of
sweat in it. "We only wear bathing suits in it when you come to
visit because...."
"Because of Mum," Megan finished. "Can you print that for
me?"
Cyndi hit the print code for a high-quality picture.
"Auntie F isn't very subtle. I can't believe Uncle Steve hasn't
noticed."
"He has. It doesn't bother him. I guess he knows Uncle
Jack won't do anything. Is Uncle Jack's wiener that big?"
"Not hardly." The pun was wasted on Megan.
"But his is still really nice, right? Hey! Can you really
find pictures of horse wieners on that? Didn't Uncle Jack put
that surf protection crap on it?"
"No. Besides, he knows I could find a way around it in a
couple of hours if I wanted to." She had inherited her father's
gift for programming and was showing the promise of being at
least as excellent an electronics engineer as well.
"Yeah," Megan agreed. "Well, I'm going to shower," she
said, straightening. She yanked off her top, cupped her
grapefruit-sized breasts in her hands, and tickled her small pink
nipples to erection with her fingertips. "Aaahhhh. That's
better. Everything's really getting too tight these days. For
some of us."
Cyndi watched while Megan skinned her bottoms down her long
legs, revealing her wrinkled inner lips and her clit which
protruded below a perfectly hairless white mound. "I know what
you mean," Cyndi said, rising slightly to slip off her bottoms.
"There's more in here these days, too."
Megan frowned and bent to look as Cyndi sat back and opened
her legs. "Where -- aw, shit, June!" she said as Cyndi pointed.
"At least you have SOME boobs. I don't have ANY pussy yet! Do
I?" The question was plaintive.
Megan lay on her bed and spread her legs. Cyndi removed her
own top before giving her cousin's smooth mound a close
examination. It was impossible to miss the engorgement of
arousal that swelled the mound and outer lips, the glint and
faint aroma of pussy juice on the wrinkled, protruding lips, and
the fact that Megan's large clitoris was erect. Cyndi shook her
head, unable to suppress a smirk. "Not a single hair, May."
"Damn. I wish I -- Hey! Did you see that boss bush on
Kimberly out in the bath house? And her boobs are no bigger than
yours!" Megan had forgotten that Cyndi and Kimberly had PE
together at school. Cyndi saw Kimberly's well-developed bush
three times a week in the showers. "I asked her, and she said
that to really make it grow you needed to have a guy shoot it in
you."
Cyndi's face scrunched. "Well, yeah. Pregnancy hormones
WOULD make it grow."
Megan rose up on her elbows but left her legs splayed. "No!
She said he doesn't have to get you pregnant. He just has to
shoot it in your cunny and you keep it in there for a while."
She sighed. "Jason Treat would do it for me in a heartbeat. Did
you see how he kept bumping up against my boobs every time we
were in the pool together? Or Tommy McCauley next door -- god,
does he EVER want to do me, but I've only let him kiss me, and
god, is he ever GREAT at that or what! Or Mitchell Van Hoek.
Megan Milano says he does it like a living dream and can last
four or five minutes, much longer than her other boyfriends.
Damn. I really need birth control pills."
"Yeah," said Cyndi as one corner of her mouth curled upward.
"Or somebody with a vasectomy."
----
Megan watched her cousin slip into a pair of loose green
shorts. "Uh, June? Haven't you forgotten your panties?"
"In THIS weather? Not when it's just us three here. Try
it. It's much more comfortable. Just blot extra thorough after
you pee."
Megan stared at the panties in her hand like they were some
grotesque lab experiment and finally set them aside. She slipped
on a matching pair of green shorts. They were loose enough in
the legs and waist, but were getting tight in the hips. "This'll
be the last time I wear these," she said. "I'll have to bring
some replacements next time and take these back for Goodwill."
Cyndi slipped on her yellow floral-print blouse and began
buttoning it down the front. "You won't need your boulder bags."
Megan looked down at one pale titty and then the other.
"What about Uncle Jack?"
Cyndi didn't look up from her buttoning. "He doesn't need
them, either."
"No, I mean -- won't he think I'm MOTHER?"
Cyndi shook her head. "Nah. Auntie F's are much bigger."
Megan gave up, sighed, and put on her matching blouse. Her
growing young tits were straining the buttons. She'd have to
replace the blouse, too.
Cyndi removed the picture from the printer and handed it to
Megan, who asked, "June, what if -- you know, I get really turned
on? For -- for some reason. I mean, I'm not wearing
panties...."
Cyndi dipped two fingers into her shorts pocket, pulled out
something white, and waved it like a flag. "Paper towel," she
explained.
----
Cyndi programmed the changer to shuffle through all of her
Distant Odyssey CDs, turned the volume down low, and slipped into
bed, uncomfortable in the thin white babydoll she was wearing.
She might start out wearing sexy nightwear for her father, but
she never remained in it for long, and certainly not throughout
the night. It was the one disadvantage to having Megan -- or
anyone else -- visit. Well, that and being in bed alone. She
turned out the light.
"I sure am glad that Uncle Jack doesn't mind me visiting."
"He loves you very much, May. Of course he likes having you
visit."
"Despite Mum?"
Cyndi laughed. "She's too aggressive. He probably wouldn't
mind if she only made one pass a visit, but...."
"Yeah. I saw her grab his wiener through his pants once."
"Only that one time?"
Megan was quiet for a moment. "She's done it more than
once?"
"Almost every time she thinks nobody will see her. She
might get somewhere if she were more subtle."
"Daddy says that for a Brit, she's about as subtle as an
Italian." She sighed. "Poor Uncle Jack. It must be really hard
for him, not having a woman here for relief."
Cyndi glanced at her glowing nightstand clock. If it were
still hard, it wouldn't be for long. Her father would be jacking
off and close to cumming by now. Perhaps he already had. Her
choice of their matching blouses and her seating arrangement at
the table had insured that he would have a good show around the
buttons straining to keep Megan's boobs contained. And it was
her idea that they sit together on the couch to watch a scary
movie, clutching him tightly from either side -- Megan on the
side that gave him the best view, of course -- during the really
scary parts. Cyndi wished she could slip away to relieve her
poor father's aching nuts.
"I mean -- Uncle Jack isn't really doing it with anyone, is
he?"
Cyndi's reply was wonderfully noncommittal. "He doesn't go
see any women, and none come to see him. Not for doing it."
"Oh, my. Poor Uncle Jack. His balls must really be swollen
to the size of my boobs."
Cyndi laughed. "It doesn't work that way." They were quiet
for a minute and then she smiled with a corner of her mouth.
"May? Would you like to see for yourself?"
Megan hesitated. "Really? How?" Her voice trembled
faintly with anticipation.
"The sauna. Auntie F isn't here. We'll ask him to join us
in the morning."
"He'll really go naked with me there?"
Cyndi noted the eagerness in her cousin's voice. One cheek
remained dimpled as that corner of her mouth continued to smile.
"Yeah. I have an idea."
"Cool!"
They lay in the darkness, listening to the music, for four
or five minutes as they drifted toward sleep. Then Cyndi could
just make out an occasional soft grunt or gasp coming from
Megan's bed. She sat up, opened the drawer of her nightstand,
and reached inside. "May?"
Megan suddenly became very quiet. "What?"
"Here." She handed something across the gap between the
beds. "Use this."
Megan felt the long, smooth object with her hands and
suddenly realized what it was. "JUNE!"
"With the doors closed and the music on, Daddy won't hear
the motor buzzing."
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Six of Nine
Heat in the Sauna
The sauna thermometer read a perfect one hundred eighty
degrees Fahrenheit. Jack called up to the girls on the house
intercom and then entered the cedar-paneled room, dressed in
green cotton shorts and rubber flip-flops. From habit he placed
his towel on the lowest level of the benches which wrapped around
two sides of the chamber and sat on it. He preferred to start at
the coolest level and work his way up the remaining two.
A minute later the girls entered, wrapped in white towels
that were tied in place above their young breasts and wearing
matching pink shower sandals decorated with blue and yellow
plastic flowers. Each gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and sat
to either side of him on the top row.
"This is wonderful," Megan sighed.
Jack grunted in agreement, while Cyndi smiled and nodded to
her. After a couple of minutes of basking in the heat Cyndi sat
up, crossed her hands over her stomach, and said, "Uh oh."
Jack frowned up at her over his left shoulder. "What's
wrong."
Her sweet pussy winked at him from beneath her towel as she
scooted forward and down the benches. "That diarrhea medicine
hasn't started working yet. This could take a while."
"Are you okay," he asked, worry giving his voice an edge.
She pressed his shoulder with her hand to keep him from
rising. "Yeah. I shouldn't have eaten the pecan ice cream, but
I love it, and it was my birthday. It was worth it. I'll be
back in a little while."
As Cyndi closed the door after her, Megan said, "She'll be
okay Uncle Jack. She really didn't eat that much. Just a couple
of spoonfuls. She said when she did it that it would be worth
the price."
"All right," he said, leaning back and closing his eyes.
This wasn't the first time that her pecan allergy had been
triggered. Megan gently stroked his sweat-soaked hair and leaned
back.
He was trying not to think about what was wrapped in the
towel above him. He was contemplating moving up to the next
level, alongside Megan, when he heard a soft rustling sound from
where she sat.
"Uncle Jack?"
"Hmmm?" He turned his head to the right and opened his
eyes...
...and found himself staring directly at Megan's erect
clitoris, as big as the end of his little finger, above the long,
thin, wadded lips framing her open, hairless slit. She sat on
the edge of her towel, with the rest bunched behind her. Her
right heel was hooked onto the edge of the bench, while her bent
left leg stretched out of sight behind him. Her hands rested
atop her knees. In the dim light of the sauna he could just see
the interior of the lower end of her love canal. Her small roll
of remaining baby fat creased her belly at her navel. Small,
dark pink nipples, barely larger than when she had been
flat-chested, pointed outward from the pale titty-pink of her
firm breasts.
He looked up into the brown eyes set just a little too wide
in the rectangular face. She had her father's strong jaw and
slightly protruding chin and her mother's long, thin eyebrows
topped by a high forehead. Her lips didn't have the fullness of
Cyndi's, perhaps compensating for the excess of her nether lips,
nor did they have the richer color of Cyndi's. She was gleaming
in a heavy coat of sweat that he wanted desperately to lick from
her body until she was dry.
"Uh -- what?" <Now wasn't that a brilliant response?> he
asked himself.
"June has started growing hair down there, but I can't find
any growing on me. Would you look for me? See if I missed any?
Please?"
Jack looked toward the door and hesitated. "Uh -- well,
okay," he said, and gave her bald mound a quick once-over. "No,
I don't see any."
"You really can't tell from back there, especially in this
light. You have to get a lot closer. No, closer than that."
He leaned forward again and suddenly had his head caught
firmly in her hands. "No, closer," she said and pulled until his
nose was less than an inch from her clit. "Look really
carefully. If there is one, I don't want you to miss it."
It was obvious that not all of the wetness on her
twelve-year-old cunt was sweat. <Perhaps she lubricates as
easily as
her mother,> he thought.
The mixed aromas of her clean sweat and her pussy juice were
incredibly enticing. His cock hardened uncomfortably within the
constriction of his shorts, and he shifted his arm to hold it in
place, as much for comfort as for modesty. He looked closely,
memorizing every detail of her exciting little cunt. He saw
nothing but the fine, colorless hair of a young girl on her
swollen mound.
Movement caught Megan's eye. She looked toward the small
window set into the door. A grinning Cyndi gave her a thumbs up
and then disappeared. Megan's eyes shifted back to her uncle's
head trapped in front of her pussy and said, "Maybe you're still
too far away."
Jack swallowed. "Megan, if I get any closer, I'll be inside
you."
Her voice was barely audible. "Okay."
His eyes looked up between the swell of her breasts. The
rest of his head couldn't move. "You said, Okay?'"
Megan nodded. "Okay. I need your help, Uncle Jack.
Please?"
Jack was uncomfortably aware that he could reach her clit
with the tip of his tongue, something he hadn't done for eleven
and one-half years. "Help you how?"
"Well, Kimberly Mason said that the reason she has such a
thick bush is that a boyfriend shoots his stuff in her cunny.
She said that makes it really grow."
Kimberly was one of Cyndi's sexy school friends who gave
Jack a case of the screaming hornies. She was Cyndi's height but
longer in the body. Because her pert little breasts were no
larger than Cyndi's, he had not suspected that her short legs
came together in a forest of pubic hair. For the fiftieth time
since she had arrived at the birthday party, Jack mentally
undressed her, this time giving her mound a thicket of -- what?
-- blonde like her head, he supposed -- curls. That image
delayed him from realizing his niece's actual request.
The engineer that never sleeps gave him a swift kick in his
mental ass. "Wait a minute. You're asking me to cum inside
you?"
She arched her eyebrows and bit her lower lip in a very
fetching manner. "Uh huh. Uncle Jack, I've just GOT to grow
some hair! I'm the only one in my gym class with big boobs and
-- that." The last word was heavy with dejection.
He looked at the bare playground again. The hot aroma of
her arousal was maddening, but he resisted the urge to bury his
face in her steaming box. "Megan, for one, I don't think having
a guy shoot his load in you will help unless you get pregnant,
and for two, wouldn't you rather have somebody your own age,
somebody you love, for your first time?"
Megan's expression turned pleading. "But Kimmy's never been
pregnant, Uncle Jack, and just look at her bush!"
<God, I'd love to,> he thought, but said nothing.
"Boys our age are creeps. That's why Kimmy fu... -- uh,
does those high school and college boys."
<"Boys." Plural.> His dick felt like an iron bar pushing
against his forearm.
Her hands released their grip and stroked along the side of
his face. "I don't want a creep, or somebody who really might
knock me up. I, um, heard Mother talking about your vasectomy,
so I don't have to worry about that with you. And I really want
somebody mature who could last a whole four or five minutes
instead of wham-bam-done."
Jack conquered the urge to laugh. "Well...."
"And -- I really do want somebody I love. I love you, Uncle
Jack." She pulled his face into her sopping slit and sighed as
his tongue ignored his brain and licked. She gasped as he sucked
her hard clit into his mouth and pummeled it with his tongue.
Jack pulled back and planted soft, wet kisses on her mound,
lips, and inner thighs. She tasted even better than he
remembered. "Megan," he half-whispered, "if you want -- uh,
someone you love, then you should do it in a romantic environment
the first time."
"This is romantic, Uncle Jack."
"THIS?" Jack never pretended to understand women, no matter
their age.
Megan ran a hand to smooth back his wet hair. "Sure. Just
the two of us, alone and naked." She looked down at his shorts.
"Mostly." She met his gaze. "All hot and sweaty and aroused."
Somewhere in the right rear corner of his mind, the engineer
that never sleeps realized that the chamber's heat should be
driving him out by now, but the air seemed cooler than usual.
Megan's cunt, however, was a blast furnace on his nose as she
tugged his head forward again.
"And with someone we each love," she concluded. She pulled
his head up, breaking his contact with her passion pit. "You
really do love me, don't you, Uncle Jack?"
"Well -- yes. Sure," he stammered, wondering if that
question had a right answer and desperately afraid that any reply
would be the wrong one. He wasn't exactly sure where this was
going in her mind. In his mind, he wanted it to end with his
face buried in her juicy little bang box again, followed by
prolonged cultivation of her furless furrow with his trouser
plow. He had already rationalized fucking his niece despite his
commitment to his daughter.
"Cool!" She thrust her large, swollen clit across his chin
and shuddered at the contact. "Then let's do it."
Jack was still concerned about Megan's first fuck. He'd
spent a week creating just the right ambience for Cyndi's. He
slid a fingertip between her sopping lips and stroked gently.
"You'll be uncomfortable on these hard benches, honey. Twenty
years from now I don't want you to look back on your first time
and remember nothing except how your back hurt."
That appeared to be the right thing to say. Her eyes
narrowed with a bright smile and sparkled at him. "Thanks. We
can do it this way." She released his head and stood, glancing
down at his shorts as she rose. "Take those silly things off,
Uncle Jack."
She stepped down to the floor as Jack dropped his shorts and
kicked them aside. The ache of restraint in his standing cock
yielded to the ache of need in his nuts.
Her eyes fixed on his throbbing tool. "It's not as big as
Daddy's," she said, and he started to groan. But then she
surprised him with, "Supercool! I really don't think I could get
a boner his size in me."
Just how she had seen Steve's erection was a question for
later. Jack watched her hand reach forth and hesitate. "Can I?"
she asked.
"Sure, sweetheart," he replied, and then tried to keep from
cumming the moment her soft hand grasped it.
"I've never seen one this close before. Except for a
baby's, and one sure isn't a baby's." She held the underside of
his shaft in her cupped left hand and stroked the tips of her
right fingers down the top of it. "Uncle Jack, this is really
AWESOME!"
He reached over her arms and cupped his hands over her
breasts. They were larger than Cyndi's, but they had the same
young-girl firmness that he now preferred. "So are these,
Megan," he said, wanting to wrap his lips around the small, erect
nipples.
He never remembered moving, but suddenly their tongues were
wrestling from mouth to mouth. At one point she seemed to be
checking his teeth for fillings and then checking to see if he
still had tonsils. The engineer that never sleeps noted that her
technique had to be born of practice. When she broke contact it
seemed to have lasted both forever and merely an instant.
"Jesus, Megan!" he gasped. "Not even Marilyn ever kissed me
like that."
Her head tilted downward slightly. She looked both demure
and imminently pleased with herself. "Or Mum?" she asked with a
smile.
<Aw, fuck. Oh, what the hell. She knows I used to date
Felicity.> "Or your mother."
That was obviously the perfect thing to say. She kissed him
briefly -- he estimated it lasted somewhere between two-thirds of
a second and three years -- and turned to face the benches.
Rising on her toes, she spread her legs and bent forward to place
her hands on the second row, thrusting her sweet, round ass
outward. Her honey-wet cunt opened for him. She threw back her
head, causing her wet hair to brush the top of that beautiful
butt, and smiled over her shoulder. "Ready?"
Jack stepped into place behind her and moved forward until
the underside of his blue-steel boner was pressed against her
butt pucker and his balls tickled her twat lips. He bent
slightly to stroke his palms up the outside of her long, wet
thighs, around her hips that were beginning to flare so nicely,
and to her remaining pad of baby fat. From there his left hand
slid up across her rib cage to grab a heavenly hooter while his
right slid down to cup the grassless playground.
He massaged both smooth, sweaty mounds with his fingertips,
thinking to himself that her young twat's hairlessness in no way
diminished her allure to him. His hand continued sliding to her
large, erect clit, taking it between his thumb and first two
fingers and masturbating it like a small cock. She gasped and
then moaned softly. He nibbled her earlobe and asked, "Honey,
are you sure you want your first time to be doggie-style?"
"I'm sure I want it to be with you," she gasped. "Anything
else that happens is really just excess wonderful."
He liked the sound of that. But then a worry struck him.
"Megan, the first time I put it in will hurt."
She squirmed and made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a
moan. "I haven't had a cherry in years. Lotsa things have been
in there. Just not one of," she hunched her ass, thrusting her
crack down and up his boner, "these."
Jack drove the images from his mind, knowing that he would
otherwise shoot his load on her ass instead of inside her where
she wanted it. "Okay," he whispered. "Last chance to change
your mind."
Her head turned. She could just brush her lips across his.
"Fuck me."
Jack kept his hand on her wonderful young breast but
released her clit to grasp his throbbing rod. He bent his knees
slightly and dragged the head through her slit for lubrication,
pausing to play it against her clit. She lowered her head and
moaned deep in her throat.
He placed the seeping tip at the entrance of her molten
cavern and slowly eased his hips forward. Megan was as wet as
her mother had ever been, but she was much tighter -- almost as
tight as Cyndi at her first fuck. The head slipped completely
within her body and was easing deeper into her squeezing, slick,
juice pit. He released his cock and grasped her hip.
She threw her head back and groaned. "Oh, god, Uncle Jack.
Oh, god, it's better than ANYTHING I've ever had in me. I never
thought it could ... Oh! Oh, GODDDD!"
She came.
Jack shifted his left hand to her other hip, grasped her
firmly, and shoved the entire length of his cock into her
pulsating love tunnel, feeling its clutch of his shaft alternate
between a tight squeeze and a crushing grip.
Her hips began a primeval hunching that threatened to jerk
her off of him. The concentrated effort to keep himself inside
her carnal channel distracted him long enough to prevent his own
immediate cumming. He glanced at the clock beside the door. She
wanted "a whole four or five minutes," and he would give her that
five minutes -- somehow -- because he wanted her first fuck to be
at least as good as she had imagined it would be. Perhaps later
he could find a way to give her one of the slow, hour-long
sessions that he shared with Cyndi, but when her five minutes
were up, he was going to satisfy HIS need.
He began a slow rhythm that allowed him to feel the way her
cunt opened and closed around his dick as he moved within her.
At the same time his hands roamed her sweat-drenched body,
caressing, stroking, squeezing, memorizing her textures, shapes,
contours, and resiliences.
Megan was standing with her head down and her wet hair now
hanging to either side of her face, panting in time with the
rhythm of his stroking as if his cock were connected to her
diaphragm. She occasionally emitted a soft moan, or a, "God,
it's wonderful," or an, "I love you, Uncle Jack." He was on his
sixth exploration of her smooth young ass when he realized that
he was about to cum and nothing in this world could prevent or
even delay it.
"Megan, honey, I can't wait any longer."
"Do it," she gasped.
He wet the tip of his left middle finger in the juices
bathing his reciprocating love piston and began short stroking.
"Oh, godddd..." she moaned as she felt another orgasm
building. And then she felt his slick fingertip caress her
tight, puckered asshole. It forced her rubbery ring open and
slipped into her to the first knuckle as his other hand slid over
her hairless mound and squeezed her to him, anchoring him in
place.
Jack arched back and slammed his hips forward, penetrating
her young body as deeply as he could while she jerked wildly
beneath him. He managed to keep his spewing cock inside her as
she thrashed her hips. They groaned together in the discordant
harmony of animal passion. With their eyes squeezed shut,
neither noticed the slight, shadowy change in the light from the
door window.
Eventually it was over. Jack glanced at the clock as an
uncontrollable shudder caused him to hump his semi-soft schlong
deeper into his niece's body. <About four and a half minutes,>
he noted, gently easing his finger from her ass. <Life is good!>
Her legs trembling slightly, Megan's upper body collapsed
down onto her forearms while she pressed her cunt back to keep
Jack inside of her for as long as possible. The slimy feel of
her juices and his jism mixed into his pubic hair that was
grinding against her bald lips was wildly erotic, but she hoped
some of his semen remained within her. She had forgotten to ask
Kimberly how long she should keep it inside her cunny.
"Oh, god, Uncle Jack, I love you!" she sighed. "That must
have been at least ten minutes. It was really the best ten
minutes EVER of my whole, entire life!"
Jack told the engineer who never sleeps to keep his mouth
shut about the correct time.
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Seven of Nine
Helping Megan Catch Up
Jack heard the television playing in the den and turned
toward it. He'd left Megan in the sauna, lying on one bench with
her feet on a higher one, trying to keep his semen in her as long
as possible. He had intended to turn the temperature control
down, but it was set on ninety degrees, half of the reading he
had set, and that worried him. He had showered in the bath
house, changed into loose poplin shorts and an Atlanta Falcons
tee shirt, and slipped on his shower shoes before going into the
main house to find Cyndi. The sound of the television in the den
filled him with sudden guilt.
Cyndi was lying on the couch, propped up by a large pillow
and with her towel under her wet hair, watching MTV. Her right
leg was bent and resting against the couch back. Her left was
also bent but twisted to lie flat, leaving her sweet little pussy
exposed. She wasn't masturbating but had one arm across her
chest just below the swell of her nubile breasts and the other
above her head, across the pillow. He felt the swell of love for
her push his guilt forward in his mind. When she saw him she
rolled onto her side and automatically thrust her love box toward
him, but she also gave him a stern look.
"Well," she said, looking him up and down as he approached
and then fixing her gaze on his shorts when he stopped beside
her. She lightly squeezed his dormant dick between fingers and
thumb, then replaced her arm. "Mister Woody certainly appears to
be relaxed."
<Aw, fuck.> "Cyndi, I -- uh, I mean...."
"How'd May like the finger in her butt? I don't think she's
had THAT done before." Her eyes squinted as her dimples
appeared. "I hope she's figured out what she's been missing."
Jack was both relieved and confused. "You -- how did you --
I mean...."
Her upper hand rose and aimed a finger at her sweet young
twat. "Eat me? Please? I REALLY need it, Daddy."
Realizing that she wasn't upset, Jack was only too happy to
oblige. He bent forward and lowered his lips to her
sweet-smelling mound.
"The worst part about sharing is waiting for your turn," she
sighed, and then she gasped as he planted kisses on her thighs to
either side of her love nest. He followed those with one on each
of her engorged lips, one on the opening of her cunt, and finally
one of her clit. He stroked his hands along her inner thighs and
slid his tongue into her slit, sliding it from her clit to her
hole, where he tongue-fucked her briefly.
When he resumed his attack on her clit, she arched her back,
grabbed him by the hair, and came. That was followed a few
seconds later by another orgasm. She patted his head and gasped,
"Okay," before giving that odd little laugh of satisfaction.
He moved his mouth to hers, and she greedily sucked and
licked her juices from his face. They both started to speak, but
were interrupted.
"Well, that really answers a lot of questions."
They turned their heads to the door, where a towel-wrapped
Megan leaned against the door frame, grinning with surprise and
anticipation. "Just how long have you two been doing each
other?"
Cyndi's smile shifted into a smirk. "Doing each other HOW,
May?"
"Well, since your bush has started growing, he must be
shooting his stuff into you." She straightened and moved slowly
toward the recliner. Jack watched her and realized that she
wasn't walking; she was prowling, a cat stalking her prey.
"Ohhhh," said Cyndi, nodding with exaggerated understanding.
"You mean how long have we been FUCKING. Since my tenth
birthday."
Megan looked more disappointed than stunned. "Two years and
you've got only three hairs to show for it?" She dropped onto
the front edge of the recliner, shoulders slumped. "I'll still
be bald when I'm thirty," she moaned. "Uncle Jack, I've really
gotta do some catching up!"
Cyndi waggled a finger at her while Jack turned and took a
seat by Cyndi's waist. As he gently cupped one of her small
breasts with his big hand, Cyndi said, "Now, you wait just one
minute, young lady." It was an almost perfect imitation of
Felicity's voice and manner. "You've just had the best cob in
Cobb County, but if you expect me to share any more with you,
you've got to be appropriately appreciative."
Megan pressed her palms together, fingers interlocked, and
thrust her arms forward. "I'll give you my autographed picture
of Distant Odyssey," she begged
Cyndi dismissed her with a wave of her hand. "Nope. It
says To Megan,' not To Cyndi.'"
"Wait a minute," said Jack. "You're already trading away
the birthday present I got you?"
"Only for something better," she said. Then she batted her
eyelashes and cooed, "And the only thing really better than that
is you, Uncle Jack."
Jack shrugged. "Oh. Well, uh...."
"I'll share Daddy on one condition: I get my turns, too."
Megan brightened. "Sure! Even if you do have a two-year
head start with sex on me."
"Uh...," Jack began.
"Actually," said Cyndi, "Daddy and I have been fooling
around since I was four."
"FOUR!? And you never TOLD me?"
"Well, actually, it was before that, honey," Jack admitted.
"You were maybe two weeks old when I first masturbated you."
Cyndi gaped at him in surprise. "Yeah? Cool! No wonder my
clitty's hypersensitized."
Megan frowned and looked from one to the other. Before she
could ask what that meant, Jack continued.
"And it was your six months birthday when I first kissed
your pussy and put some of my wad in it and then fed you most of
the rest of it."
Cyndi looked at him with bright, wide eyes. He'd never told
her this despite all the many other things they had discussed.
"Yeah? Cool! No wonder I've always liked the taste of cum."
Megan groaned slightly. "I didn't think to taste it when I
had the chance. I've never tasted it before."
"Well," Jack said somewhat sheepishly, "you have, actually.
You had the rest that she didn't get. You see, Cyndi's been
sharing since then. And you liked the taste even better than she
did."
"Huh? Really? I did? How?"
Jack related the story, watching Megan's face alternate
between wide eyes and wide grins. By the end he was sporting a
boner that Cyndi was slowly massaging through his shorts.
"Daddy, I do think you need some help with Mister Woody,"
Cyndi sighed, testing its firmness with gentle squeezes. She
looked to Megan and sighed again. "A daughter's work is never
done."
Megan licked her lips and sat straighter in the chair.
"Well, maybe what you really need is some cousin or other to help
you."
"Sorry," Cyndi said, cutting off Jack's agreement. "Daddy
likes his women naked. You're way too overdressed."
Megan's stared at her towel as if she had just discovered
she'd grown a third breast. She abruptly rose and unfastened it,
dropping it on the arm of the recliner. "How's that?" she asked,
twisting her body to give Jack a good show of all her tender
young charms.
"Fine, but now DADDY'S overdressed. Men! You wanna help me
undress him? He's just not big enough to take care of himself."
"He was plenty damned big in the sauna," Megan observed,
tugging off Jack's tee shirt while Cyndi unfastened his shorts.
"Even if he's not as big as Uncle Steve?" Cyndi asked,
struggling with his balky zipper.
"I don't think I could get Daddy in me," Megan sighed,
"though I'd really love to give it a bit of a try."
Cyndi glanced up at her cousin and briefly smiled with one
corner of her mouth before returning to her task. Jack had Megan
relate her story of seeing Steve's erection as he tickled her
nipples and massaged her clit. When she finished, Cyndi was
still struggling.
"My god, will you hurry up with that, June? I'm going to
die of terminal hornies."
Jack, who had been squeezing Megan's smooth, firms breasts,
finally realized Cyndi was having troubles and opened the zipper
for her. He rose on his hands, lifting his butt from the couch
so the girls could finish undressing him.
While Megan was pulling his shorts down his calves and off
his feet, Cyndi wrapped a warm hand around his throbbing cock and
said, "then you'll just have to die. You've had some of this
since my last time."
"Girls! I think there's enough of me for both of you. Why
don't we go upstairs to our bed where we'll have more room --
ohmigawd." Cyndi had engulfed his cock head in her mouth and was
swirling her tongue around it. Six months earlier her mouth had
been too small for her to do that. Back in the right rear corner
of his mind, the engineer that never sleeps told Jack that soon
his cock would be too small for his growing daughter. <Aw, fuck.
I don't need to worry about that now.>
Megan stared hungrily at the cock in her cousin's mouth.
" Our' meaning yours and Cyndi's or meaning all three of us's?"
Jack stroked a finger along his young niece's large clitoris
and slid it into her juicy hot twat in one smooth motion, causing
her to gasp. "All three of us, if that's what you want while
you're here." She nodded while he vibrated the neck of her
uterus for a few seconds and then withdrew his finger, much to
Megan's disappointment. "Now you," he said to his daughter,
"spit that dick out and get upstairs."
In a heartbeat she was racing across the room, yelling,
"First one upstairs gets to cum first!" Megan immediately tore
after her. As they reached the bottom of the stairs Jack cried,
"I win!"
"DADDYYYY!"
"Uncle JAAAACK!"
He paused to grab his things and Megan's towel before
following them upstairs.
He found them on hands and knees on the foot of the bed,
looking at him over their smooth, tight asses which were pointed
toward the door. Their lower lips were engorged with desire, and
their slits gleamed wetly with their juices. Jack didn't know
what he'd done right in a former life to deserve this, but he
hoped he was doing it again in this one. <Life is good.>
"Damn," he said. "I don't know where to start."
Cyndi shifted to THAT tone. "You can start anywhere you
like after you fuck ME."
With his hard on leading the way to the foot of the bed,
Jack remarked, "I do believe that would qualify as starting." He
stopped behind Cyndi and ran his a palm over each of the
beautiful, smooth, firm asses, letting the engineer who never
sleeps compare firmness, texture, and smoothness while the dirty
old man just enjoyed the experience.
Both girls sighed. Cyndi turned her head to her cousin, her
eyebrows approaching in a growing frown. "May, did you douche?"
Megan, head back and enjoying the caress, slowly realized
she had been addressed. "What?"
By that time Cyndi had shifted her weight to her left hand.
Her right was reaching around Megan's left butt cheek. Megan
jumped when Cyndi's finger slid through her slit, but neither she
nor the equally surprised Jack said anything. Cyndi sucked the
wetness from her finger. "I thought so. Daddy like his cunnies
clean. Use the bidet in this bathroom. Hurry!"
Megan blinked at Cyndi, Jack, and then Cyndi again. "Well,
okay, but don't start without me." She bounced off the bed and
scuttled into the bathroom.
Jack followed her bouncing ass cheeks with his eyes, turning
them back to Cyndi when his niece had disappeared. He found
Cyndi staring at him with a stern expression. "Daddy, you
haven't admitted I was right, you know."
The confused look on Jack's face was real. "About what?" he
asked while massaging his daughter's sweet young ass with both
hands.
Her face shifted into a dimpled mask of self-satisfaction.
"You did want to play with May's boobs."
Jack laughed and bent to kiss each of the tanned globes
under his hands. "Yes, I did."
"And you wanted to bury Mister Woody in her, didn't you."
"Yes, that too," he said. "And somehow I get the feeling
that I have you to thank for the opportunity."
"Me?" she asked innocently. "I don't control Megan's
pussy." She shifted smoothly from innocent to pitiful and
wiggled her butt. "Just this one, and it needs Mister Woody
really bad."
Jack bent forward to allow one hand to roam up to the firm,
sexy mound of a young titty and the hard nub of its erect nipple.
"We promised Megan we'd wait for her."
"I'm back," she said from directly behind Jack. He hadn't
heard her bare feet on the soft carpet. She wrapped her arms
around him and slid her breasts up and down his back. "I wanna
watch you put it in her. It's not really fair that boys' wieners
are where they can watch but girls' cunnies aren't."
"But we get multiple orgasms, May. Daddy, will you PLEASE
put it in now?"
Jack had Megan move to his right for a clear view, briefly
tongue-wrestled with her, and then put the tip of his erection to
the dripping entrance of his daughter's love tunnel. He slid the
head into her, then pulled it half-way back out. He slowly
humped his daughter, going a little deeper in her tight little
twat with each stroke. Cyndi slowly exhaled in a staccato moan
in time with his thrusting.
"Cool!" said Megan, eyes wide. "I like the way her cunny
holds on to it during the out stroke, like it doesn't want to let
it escape. She glanced up at Jack and smiled, then returned to
staring at the erotic show a foot from her nose. "That was the
way I really felt when you did me," she said, wrapping an arm
around Jack's legs.
He responded by cupping one of her large breasts, noting how
it didn't quite fit in his hand, and squeezing it. The engineer
that never sleeps was comparing it with Cyndi's in his left hand.
Cyndi's was smaller, but slightly firmer. <Shut up,> he told the
engineer. <Save it for later.>
She wrapped Jack's balls with her warm hand, holding them
while he slowly humped his way into his beautiful daughter. Four
strokes later her knuckle brushed Cyndi's clit, triggering the
younger girl's orgasm.
Jack stopped moving so that he could better feel the
spasming of his daughter's cunt and to keep from reaching his own
orgasmic trigger. He wanted to prolong the pleasure from both
pre-teen twats as long as possible.
"Wow!" Cyndi gasped when she had finished. "It was a little
one, but very nice. Thanks, May."
"Me?" Megan asked in genuine surprise.
"Those weren't Daddy's balls on my clitty. One of your
fingers touched it and set me off. I told you, it's
hypersensitive."
Megan looked up at Jack. "What does that mean?"
Jack slowly began thrusting into his daughter's tight, hot
tunnel again. "It means that we've managed to make it so
sensitive that only a little bit of stimulation is enough to make
her cum."
His niece's face was suddenly brighter than the Las Vegas
strip. "Really? No kidding?"
"No kidding," said Jack. "Touch it again."
Megan hesitated. Cyndi didn't object, but instead threw her
head back and began moaning softly with the rhythm of her
father's thrusting. <What the heck?> she thought. <We've really
done everything except touch each other's cunnies. No -- she
touched mine earlier.> She ducked her head for a better view,
causing Jack to release her breast. She extended a fingertip and
ran it along the base of Jack's juice-soaked cock to Cyndi's thin
inner lips and then down to the hard little nubbin of her
cousin's clit. She traced two circles around it before Cyndi
came again and gave her odd little laugh of satisfaction.
"God, May, that was great! It was bigger than the other
one."
Megan looked up past the pistoning penis to Jack's face
smiling down at her. "Can you do that to mine?"
"I don't know," he said, causing her to frown.
"May, it took eight years," Cyndi said over her shoulder,
and then moaned as her father's hard cock radiated a wave of
pleasure from her squeezing cunt.
"Eight YEARS?" she moaned. "I'll be too old to fuck before
it happens to me."
Jack laughed in spite of his best effort to stifle it. "Not
necessarily. It happens to different women at different times.
Most never...." <Aw, fuck.> But it was already too late to shut
up.
"NEVER?" Her tone was horribly pitiful. "I have a hairless
cat instead of a bushy pussy and I may never get a hypersensitive
clitty, EITHER?" She collapsed onto the bed, her face staring up
at the juice-slicked Mister Woody of her uncle pistoning into the
stretched cunny of her favorite cousin.
"Megan, honey, if you spend all your time worrying about
what you don't have, you'll never learn to enjoy what you do
have."
She looked at him with a pout. "What do I have?"
Jack lightly slapped Cyndi's ass cheek and then tweaked one
of Megan's nipples. "The best boobs."
While Megan laughed, Cyndi glared at him over her shoulder.
"Oh, REALLY, now? What if I told you that you could just take
Mister Woody out of me?"
Jack leaned to the side so that he could slide a finger
between Megan's cunt lips. "I think he could find a place to
stay right here, if I asked nicely."
Megan began thrusting her hips as obscenely as possible.
"Mister Woody can have a home right here, any time," she said in
a strong reminder of the way her mother was always offering a
home to Mister Johnson. But when Megan said so, it was a turn
on.
"Well! If you're going to fight dirty, then you can just
leave him in me. Oooohhhh!"
Megan moaned, too, as Jack continued to finger her while he
humped Cyndi above her face. She sniffed the air twice and then
brought to her nose the finger she had used on her cousin. She
sniffed it and then slid it into her mouth. Her eyebrows lifted.
"June, you don't taste the same as me," she said.
"Nope," grunted Jack as he changed rhythms, causing Cyndi to
moan again. "You two have tasted a little different since you
were babies. I don't think any two women taste exactly the same.
Here." He pulled out of Cyndi and pushed the head of his dick
down to Megan's face. She first frowned at it, then grinned at
him and opened her mouth.
"Mmmm-MMMM!" she hummed as her lips stripped her cousin's
pussy juice from her uncle's hard cock in one pull. She smacked
her lips and shoved his rod back in her mouth. She started
wrestling it the way she had Jack's tongue.
Jack passed the point of no return. "Aw, fuck! I'm going
to cum."
"Um hmmm!" Megan said, smiling around his dick.
Jack quickly wet two fingers of his left hand in Cyndi's
cunt. He left the middle finger up her steaming love tunnel,
slid the first joint of his index finger into her tight little
ass, and then slid the ball of his thumb down between her juicy
lips and across the head of her clit. Father and daughter came
together while Megan sucked and swallowed. To her credit, she
did not stop sucking when the semen started flowing. Cyndi came
twice more, giving her odd little laugh at the end.
When Jack indicated it was becoming uncomfortable, Megan
stopped sucking but kept his softening stick in her grinning
mouth and gently rubbed his balls. "Tas'e gweat," she mumbled
around his dick.
Cyndi exhaled with a prolonged groan and collapsed onto her
forearms, her little ass still in the air. Jack withdrew his
fingers and offered the middle one to Megan, who sucked her
cousin's pussy juice off it and then licked it thoroughly.
"May," Cyndi said in a half-whisper, "you can have my bush,
you can have my hypersensitive clitty, but NOBODY better try to
take away my multiple orgasms."
Jack kissed each upthrust cheek, her hot, pink vaginal
entrance, and her pucker door. "I won't let them, sweetie. It's
too much fun watching you cum." He ran his left hand up and down
her flank while his right probed Megan for juice to lubricate her
clit.
Megan moaned several times. "How long before you can do me
again, Uncle Jack?"
"It should be several minutes before I can get it up again,"
he said, looking from one naked pre-teen to the other and already
feeling the hollow developing at the base of his dick.
"Eat her," Cyndi mumbled, toppling onto her left side in
slow motion. "Your tongue is as good as Mister Woody.
Sixty-nine."
"Yeah! She's right. That -- oooohhhh," Jack had stroked
her clit -- "would be neat."
Jack straddled her head and lowered his face into her slick,
steaming gash. Cyndi pushed a pillow under Megan's head so that
she could easily reach Jack's cock. She slowly rose to a sitting
position and asked, "May, how come you tasted my juice?"
Megan flushed and avoided Cyndi's eyes. "I dunno. You
tasted me. Sorta. And -- I always like to lick my fingers
after I play with my cunny...." Her voice tapered off.
Cyndi's bright brown eyes sparkled. "You tasted good with
Daddy's wad in you."
Jack lifted his face out of Megan's pussy and turned it to
Cyndi. "Come here," he said. When she did, he kissed her,
allowing her to suck her cousin's juices from his face and tongue
while he used a finger to continue stimulating the pebble of his
niece's erect clit.
"We do taste different," Cyndi confirmed. "Do we taste like
Mommy and Auntie F?"
Jack hesitated. <One of these days, I have to stop being
surprised at these questions.> "No," he finally said. "You
don't taste the same as you did when you were babies, either. In
fact, you don't always taste the same now. When it's almost time
for your period, your juices are more acidic."
"I become a tart tart!" Her wide smile flared the dimples
under her flashing eyes.
"Yep. A sourpussy." He puckered his face as if he had
eaten a green persimmon, and she gave him a quick kiss.
Megan laughed around his dick and then pulled it from her
mouth. "Hey! This thing was starting to get hard until you two
started clowning around," she complained. "I want to do some
really serious fucking."
Jack looked at Cyndi and indicated with a twist of his head
that his daughter should answer. He figured she'd just cut off
his reply anyway. He kissed Megan's inner thighs and cunt lips.
His tongue resumed dancing in the valley while Cyndi said, "We
don't do SERIOUS fucking here, May. We just fuck for fun. It's
ever so much better that way. Serious fucking leads to boredom."
With that she took her cousin's hand and placed it on her
hot little twat.
Megan overcame her surprise and gently stroked the smooth,
wet surface before sliding a long, slender finger into Cyndi's
squeezing little hole, trying to fingerfuck her without directly
stimulating the hypersensitive trigger. A minute later she
released the cock from her mouth. "Uncle Jack, I think it's hard
enough," she announced.
He agreed and reversed his position, smoothly sliding into
her in one long thrust. At first he had Cyndi sit where he could
alternate the kissing and sucking of each girl's ripe young
breasts.
"I want to see," Cyndi said and scooted down between the
pairs of legs until Jack's balls were almost bumping her pert
nose on the outstroke. The heady scent of Megan's excited pussy
stimulated her. She licked her father's balls, and he stopped
halfway out of Megan. Cyndi's tongue slid along his shaft to her
cousin's stretched pussy, licking the wetness from both of them.
Jack lifted Megan's hips and rose above her until his stroke
was almost vertical when he resumed his slow pistoning. Cyndi
licked everything within reach.
"My god, June, that feels great!" Megan gasped. "You, too,
Uncle Jack. Feels like a really big log's in me."
Jack released a firm nipple from his mouth and replied, "You
feel wonderful, too, Megan. There's no one I'd rather have in
this bed than you and Cyndi."
Cyndi drew back from between their legs and slid up beside
them. She smiled with one corner of her mouth and asked, "Not
even Kimberly Mason or Mary Beth?"
Again Jack's involuntary hesitation answered her question.
She laughed and squatted over Megan's face so that both Jack and
Megan could lick her pussy. The two used her slit as a wrestling
ring for their tongues, and she had four "little ones" that made
her giggle with joy.
For the next hour the three experimented with different
positions, licking, sucking, and fucking whatever was handy.
Jack alternated between the two girls and found it difficult to
hold back because of the ever-changing sensations that thrilled
him to his core. Cyndi had several "little ones" and two "major
thrillers," while Megan had three orgasms before Jack could hold
back no longer.
Jack was in Cyndi when he realized he was about to cum. She
said he should shoot it into Megan, who was still convinced that
his seed would make her pussy grow. He quickly slid out of his
daughter and scooted sideways to his niece, who had pulled her
legs up and apart to allow him rapid entry. Despite his efforts,
he began spurting just as he reached Megan's lips. She gasped
when the hot wad splashed onto her aching clit, and then she felt
him slamming into the end of her slick, wet tube. She came with
him, face twisted in the exquisite agony of what Cyndi termed "a
major thriller."
Cyndi watched them cum together and then grinned when Jack
collapsed onto Megan, trying to hold much of his weight on his
now-weak forearms. "Men!" she sighed. "One little cum and
they're done for an hour. Don't you just feel sorry for them,
May?"
"Little?" Jack groaned. "I think I shot both my balls into
her when I ran out of cum."
Cyndi reached over his ass and rummaged around between his
legs. "Nope. They're still there."
"Yeah? I'm surprised."
"Me, too," Megan panted from beneath him as she rubbed her
hands around Jack's broad back and shoulders. "God, I never
thought -- it could feel this good. I mean -- I knew it would be
good -- but not THIS good!"
"Oh, it just keeps getting better, May," Cyndi said, giving
Jack a short kiss. "Daddy, why don't you let it soak in her and
I'll go fix lunch? Okay?"
"Good idea," he said in a weak half-whisper. "Take your
time. I won't be able to walk for a while."
Megan mumbled agreement.
Neither Jack nor Megan moved while Cyndi peed and douched.
As she bounced down the stairs, they shifted positions slowly,
managing to keep Jack's flaccid tool inside Megan's steaming hot
pressure cooker.
"God, Uncle Jack," she whispered in his ear once they were
comfortable, "I really can't imagine ever fucking a boy now that
I've had a real man."
Jack laughed softly against the side of her head and pushed
her hair aside with his nose. He nibbled her exposed earlobe and
said, "Well, that's odd because I can't imagine ever fucking a
grown woman now that I've my second, and every bit as wonderful,
young girl. I can't conceive of ever wanting to get out of your
pussy except to get into Cyndi's. I don't care if I never fuck
another grown woman again."
"Not even Mummy?" She giggled when Jack hesitated. It
wasn't often that she could stop him cold the way Cyndi could
with her off-the-wall comments.
"No," he finally said, without further comment.
She moaned softly as he caressed a nipple while
tongue-fucking her ear. "So, does that mean you won't want me
when I'm thirty?" She sounded disappointed.
"To the contrary. I'll be almost sixty. You'll still be a
wonderful young girl to me."
Megan sighed and pulled his head up until they were
nose-to-nose. "I really love you, Uncle Jack," she said.
"I love you, too, Megan. If my daughter couldn't be Cyndi,
I'd want her to be you."
A warm smile spread across her face. "You could just adopt
me. I mean, I love Mummy and Daddy, but...." She left the
remainder unsaid.
His fingertips pushed a strand of hair back from her eyes
and then trailed across her cheek in a soft caress. "I'd love to
do that, sweetheart."
They spent the next ten minutes tongue wrestling in each
other's mouths and fondling all body parts that were in reach.
Halfway through the session Jack's gooey dick slid out of Megan
and lay crushed against her cunt as the mixture of her juices and
his jism trickled out of her. He took Megan to the shower, where
they again explored each other's bodies thoroughly, insuring that
they hadn't inadvertently missed any spots. They were drying
each other when Cyndi announced over the intercom that lunch was
ready.
After they ate they returned to the bed for a nap. Jack lay
in the middle with a girl in each arm, their heads on his
shoulders, his hands cupped around a taut breast of each. They
fondled him with their free hands and, very slowly, humped their
smooth, wet cunts on his thighs until they all drifted off to
sleep. Life was good.
An hour and a half later they were in the pool, playing such
games as bobbing for boners, free-fall fucking (no hands
allowed), and longest blowjob without coming up for air. Megan
invented the relay race, where one girl had to swim the length of
the pool with Jack inside her and then the other had to make the
return trip after the handoff. Cyndi noted that the race would
be more competitive, and more interesting, if there were more
than one team.
When Jack finally collapsed into the wide-mesh hammock,
complaining that he wasn't as young as he used to be, the girls
had him roll onto his stomach and then crawled underneath to
"milk the bull."
When they piled into bed that night, Cyndi said that it was
time for Megan to be slow-fucked. Jack lay on his side across
the bed facing Megan, who was on her back with both legs raised.
Cyndi helped slide Jack's erection into Megan, who then lowered
her legs behind Jack, locking him into place. Cyndi watched,
smiling, as Jack began what would be almost an hour and a half of
slowly humping his niece's hot, wet hole. The position gave Jack
-- and Cyndi -- the opportunity to fondle Megan's breasts, belly,
legs, and clitoris. Occasionally Cyndi would pull Jack's pistol
from Megan's carnal holster, suck it briefly, and then give
Megan's sopping slit a slow lick before replacing Jack's rod.
At one point Megan, giggling from her third orgasm, lifted
her head to glance at the clock. "My god, June! An hour
already?"
Cyndi, who was reclining on her side so that Jack could suck
her small, hard nipples, looked over her shoulder. "Looks like
it. And you wanted somebody who could last just five minutes."
"Yeah. Megan Milano just THINKS she's having a good time
with her five-minute humps."
Cyndi shrugged. "If you think you're having a good time,
you are, May."
"You can have a lot of fun in five minutes, Megan," Jack
added. "Right, Cyn?"
Cyndi closed her eyes and smiled. "Mmmm-hmmmm! Like those
times at the automatic car wash."
Megan's wide-eyed head flew up. "WHAT?"
"And the bank drive-throughs," she continued.
"Don't forget that elevator blow job," Jack added.
"How can I?" She looked at Megan. "He got cum on my
blouse," she said accusingly, "just before some old man got in
with us."
"Sweetie, that guy didn't know what it was."
"He told the man that I had a cold and had sneezed!"
Megan laughed, sending squeezing pulses along Jack's slowly
cycling trouser snake. "Cool, Uncle Jack!" she said, and then
thought for a second. "Well, Megan Milano does call it pecker
snot,' so Uncle Jack really was almost not lying."
When Jack announced that he felt the growing hollow behind
his dick filling with cum, Cyndi hopped over them and dropped to
cup her father's balls in one hand and to finger Megan's clit
with the other. She watched with loving contentment as they
grabbed at each other in the sweet agony of release.
"Normally," Cyndi said when the two were both drained and
panting, "Daddy will leave it in me and we'll go to sleep like
this. Sometimes I'll wake up to find him hard again and fucking
me. That's really cool! But not tonight." She tugged on Jack's
hip, rolling him without complaint onto his back. "Maybe
tomorrow night, okay?"
Megan mumbled something that might have been, "Okay."
Cyndi wrapped a thumb and forefinger around Jack's limp
linguini with sex sauce entre‚ and held it more or less upright
while she sucked it clean. She continued to suck for another
minute, pumping it with her hand.
"Sweetie, I think Mr. Woody's dead," Jack mumbled, rubbing
his hand across the top of his head and down his neck.
"He can't be dead," she said. "No rigor mortis."
Jack groaned but didn't move.
Cyndi grabbed a throw pillow. "It's running out of you,
May. Lift your butt." She shoved the pillow under Megan,
angling her cousin's ass so that Jack's tiny wad of cum would
stay in her vagina.
"Oh, goodness!" she announced in mock seriousness. "Some of
it has already escaped. I guess I'll have to put it back where
it belongs." She used her cupped tongue to collect the dribble
of semen and shove it back into her cousin's tired twat.
"Now," she said when she was finished. "Everybody's cum but
me."
"Whaaaat?" Megan moaned. "You had three for every one I
had."
"But you've had a final one for the night. I haven't. I
need a volunteer."
Neither one said anything.
"Thank you for volunteering, Mister Martin, but Miss Allison
beat you by one one-hundredth of a second."
Megan was lying on her back with her hips thrust up by the
pillow. Her legs were apart, one over Jack's stomach, and the
other bent to the side with her foot next to his knee. Cyndi
squatted over Megan, with her ass toward her cousin's face, and
carefully positioned her hard little clit against Megan's larger
one. A thrill coursed through her, followed by another as she
felt the large, pink, pebble swell against her small one. Cyndi
closed her eyes and began humping their clits together until,
half a minute later, she was gasping her own release while Jack
watched, amazed that the incredibly erotic sight didn't inflate
his dead dork.
She awoke sometime during the night to discover that the
lights were out and Jack was furiously humping her. After both
came they kissed and exchanged "I love you"s. Jack rolled over
to cuddle Megan from behind, his happy wet cock mashed against
the young girl's firm, smooth ass and one hand wrapped around an
equally firm young breast, the way he had often cuddled Marilyn.
Cyndi spooned him from behind, her smooth mound rubbing his butt
for a moment until she placed her head between his shoulder
blades and went back to sleep.
<Life is good,> was Jack's last conscious thought.
They were in the same positions when the sun crept into the
room.
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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.
-----
"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.
-----
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.>
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Nine of Nine
Family Secrets
The still air was hot despite the shade at the poolside
table. Cyndi handed glasses of lemonade to Kimberly and Megan,
whose chairs were close to either side of Jack's. Before handing
Jack his glass she dipped a nipple into it and grinned at Megan
as her father sucked it clean. She put the tray on the table,
took her seat across from him, and answered his question. "A
couple of weeks ago, Kimmy said that she'd give anything to do
you because you were such a handsome hunk. Which you are, of
course," she added with flashing dimples.
"Yeah. I didn't know she was standing behind me. I didn't
hear her come up or anything. I was just sort of half-whispering
to myself."
Cyndi turned her glance to Kimberly. "If that was a
whisper, I wonder what you call a shout?"
Kimberly shrugged. "Well, I was just too horny to know how
loud I was. I was too busy thinking about how good Jack would
be. Of course, I was wrong."
Jack paused in mid-sip and frowned at her over his glass.
"You were?"
"Yeah," she grinned. "You were MUCH better than I'd
imagined, and I've got a pretty good imaginer."
"Is that what it's called? I thought it was called a
pussy," he said, putting down the glass and returning her smile.
"But, Kimmy, you were much better than I imagined, too. And was
I ever wrong about what you look like naked. You're...."
"Excuse me," interrupted Cyndi in Felicity's voice, "but do
you two bloody well want to go fuck each other now, or do you
wish to wait until after I finish answering your question?"
Kimberly looked at Jack, then Cyndi, then back to Jack. She
shrugged. "Well...."
Jack shook his head. "Let her finish, or we might not get
to it until late next week."
Megan bolted upright from her slouch. "Now, you wait just
one minute, young man! I get MY turns as well. She is jolly
well NOT going to monopolize the best cob in Cobb County."
Kimberly eyes widened into beautiful twin blue pools.
"Cool! We can have a contest for who does the best imitation of
Megan's mom. The winner gets to fuck Jack after me."
Jack grinned and motioned her to silence. He raised an
eyebrow at Cyndi in an invitation to continue.
Cyndi flashed her dimples at Jack and continued. "As I was
saying before I was interrupted, I heard Kimmy say how bad she
wanted you. Then she turned around and saw me and realized I'd
heard her. She just smiled."
Kimberly clamped her teeth together, opened her lips as wide
as she could in a mocking smile, and waggled her face at Cyndi.
"But she didn't look as much like a dog's butt the first
time. Last night I messaged her and asked if she meant what she
said, not being specific in case somebody'd hacked in. She said
it was her most favorite dream. I said dreams could come true
for people who could keep their mouths shut. SHE said, You
can't have oral sex with your mouth shut.'"
Jack laughed and gave Kimberly a thumbs-up. She leaned
forward and gave his thumb a blow job that made his dick twitch.
Cyndi sipped her lemonade and waited patiently, while Megan
squirmed in her chair and looked at his cock like she was about
to mimic the procedure in a more useful location. Jack raised an
eyebrow at Cyndi again.
"I asked her if she could keep a secret. She said that if I
was saying what she hoped I was saying, that it would just be one
of many secrets she was keeping."
Kimberly released Jack's thumb with a quick kiss and looked
at him with absolute lust in her eyes. "And it's the BEST secret
yet!"
"I called her as soon as you left and told her she could
have her dream come true if she got over here immediately. She
did." Cyndi leaned back in her chair and rubbed the cool glass
across her forehead.
Jack brushed the backs of his fingers across Kimberly's
sweaty cheek. "You do understand the need for keeping it a
secret, don't you, honey?
"Of course," Kimberly said with a bright smile. "Nobody
knows but the five of us."
Jack frowned. "Five?"
"Uh huh. Daddy wanted to know why I had to get over here in
such an all-fired hurry,' and I told him it was my only chance
to fuck you."
<Aw, fuck!> A cold wave washed over Jack and his skin
prickled. "You told YOUR FATHER you were going to fuck me?"
"Well, yeah," she said, as if confirming she had told her
father water was wet and the sky was blue. "He said that if you
wanted to, you could keep me overnight if I wanted to stay. I
hope so because I think that's a GREAT idea!"
Jack fell back in his seat. "Kimmy, honey, are -- are you
serious? Harlan knows and he doesn't mind?" The idea seemed too
incredible, and he half-hoped that she was pulling his leg. If
she were, she was doing it with the same skill with which she had
pulled his johnson earlier.
She turned in her chair and put one foot in the seat, moving
her other thigh away to give him a view of the sweet little gash
dividing her dark blonde thicket. Megan noticed and immediately
spread her legs. Cyndi saw the competition and hid her smile
behind her lemonade glass while she awarded a point to Kimberly.
Megan should have thrust her two best assets forward instead,
because she was the babe with the better boobs.
"Yeah," Kimberly replied. "They will just have to do each
other without me tonight."
"They?" asked Megan, who grasped the implication before Jack
did.
"Yeah. Remember that doctor who prescribes my pill?
They're coming over tonight with his daughter, whose a year
younger than me, and their son who's three years older."
Cyndi bolted upright. "Wait a minute! Doctor Bogle?
You've been doing Emily Sue's dad?"
Kimberly shrugged noncommittally at her and smiled at Jack.
"They're used to sometimes being a hole or two short anyway
because of that time of the month' problems. They'll manage
without me."
Jack flashed back to little blonde Emily Sue at the birthday
party. She had worn a tight two-piece suit of blue spandex that
had hugged her blossoming body like a coat of paint. She had sat
straddling his thigh while he looked for something she said she
felt in her eye. She had pressed and wiggled her thinly-covered
little cunt against his leg in what he had thought was discomfort
while she had him search her eye thoroughly. It was immediately
after that incident that Cyndi had taken him in the house for the
mercy blow job. <Was Emily Sue actually humping my leg, as I
wished?>
"Kimmy, are -- are you're saying that you and Harlan are
having sex with Don and Emily Sue and Kevin?"
Kimberly smiled coyly, licked her right index fingertip, and
drew wet circles around one nipple while staring Jack in the eye.
"No. All I said was a doctor and his daughter and son."
Megan had a practical question. "How do you keep your
mother from finding out?"
Kimberly kept her eyes on Jack's. "We don't. It's Daddy,
Mother, Jason, Billy, the doctor, his wife, his son, and his
daughter tonight. But I'd rather be here and share just Jack's
dick than be there and share five. If that's okay with y'all, of
course."
Megan was stunned. She hadn't considered seducing her
father with her mother's knowledge. She wondered if that would
be easier.
Megan wasn't the only one stunned. "You -- you -- all of
you?" Jack asked. "You have sex together? In a group? Like
this?"
"Wow!" said Cyndi, eyes wide with excitement. "You're
swingers? Cool!"
"Yeah, we are," drawled Kimberly in her soft accent as two
fingers of her left hand slid her clitoris out of hiding for Jack
to see. She licked her index fingertip again and, with a soft
sigh, stroked the hard little pebble. She dipped the fingertip
between the folds of her lips for some slicker juice and began
stroking her little twat trigger in earnest.
Jack was dumbfounded but nervous. "Honey, just who knows
about this -- uh -- group arrangement?"
"Just my family, the doctor's family, and the pharmacist's
family who usually join us, but they're out of town." She picked
up her lemonade glass and drained a third of it. Her eyes locked
with Jack's, and she licked her lips.
Cyndi connected the dots. "No WAY! Not Ashley Wilson's
dad. He's so cute!"
"I didn't name any names."
"No," agreed Cyndi, shaking her head, "but I'm not an
idiot."
"Okay," said Kimberly, looking at each in turn. "I'm not
either. No, I haven't told Daddy yet. Not exactly. All that I
said was that I HOPED I got a chance to fuck Jack." She smiled
at him. "He knows I've had the hots for you for ages." She
leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss with still-cold lips.
"He said that if I got lucky and you wanted to keep me
overnight, they would manage without me. I think he's hoping
that I do get lucky, and that y'all will want to join us." She
winked at Cyndi. "You know that Daddy's got a terrible case of
the hots for you, don't you?"
Cyndi did a quick take. She pointed to herself. "ME?"
Kimberly laughed. "Sure! Lots of times while we're fucking
he has me describe the girls in the showers after PE. He asks
about most of them at one time or another, especially the pretty
ones, but he always asks me to describe you. I think I could
make a blind man see exactly what you look like now, except I
need to add the new hairs on your cunny. Daddy wanted to come in
to see you, but I told him you had plans and didn't have time to
visit."
Cyndi gaped at her with wide eyes. "Wow! Cool!"
Jack wasn't sure how he felt about Harlan Mason having "a
terrible case of the hots" for his daughter. In the right rear
corner of his brain the engineer that never sleeps pointed out
that Harlan had never laid a finger on Cyndi, while Jack had not
only fucked and performed 69 with Harlan's daughter, he'd also
cum in her mouth. Jack told the engineer to shut up, but then
conceded the point and reluctantly admitted that Harlan's lust
for Cyndi merely confirmed Jack's own opinion of his daughter's
lovely looks and perky personality.
Kimmy shifted to look at Megan. "But if he'd known you were
here, too, I'd have never been able to keep him outside. He's
said a thousand times how much he wants to see your tits."
Megan brightened immediately and smiled at Cyndi in
self-satisfaction.
Cyndi shrugged. "Well, after all May, you do have the best
boobs here."
"No," corrected Jack immediately. "She has the biggest, not
necessarily the best."
"Oh?" asked Cyndi and Kimberly together.
"Then who has the best ones, Uncle Jack?" Megan asked in a
cool tone that might have been playful. "You said it was me the
other night."
Jack peered at all three sweating young racks and then met
Megan's gaze. "I'm not sure now. As an engineer, I should do a
thorough examination of each set before I render my decision."
"Me first!" cried Megan. She jumped up and leaned over
Jack. He took a sweaty breast in each hand. Megan sighed, and
Jack told Kimberly to continue.
"Well," Kimmy said, slowly stroking her hard pink clit,
"Daddy wants Cyndi. And Megan, too. Both Jason and Billy have
said they'd also like to fuck them. I want you, and Mother has
said she'd like to have you fuck her until her eyes crossed. Now
you know our family secret. And now I also know y'alls."
Her tone turned wistful. "Man, I wish I'd been fooling
around since I was four. I didn't get started until I was
eight." Then her voice returned to normal and she looked at
Cyndi. "Despite what you think you know, I can't tell you the
family secrets of the others. Y'all wouldn't want me to tell
them yours, now, would you?"
Jack tried to shake his head "No" without releasing Megan's
nipple from his mouth and finally just grunted a negative.
Kimmy's question made him feel a little more at ease
Cyndi saw movement below Megan's round, white butt.
"DADDYYYY! She doesn't have boobs down there!"
Kimberly craned her neck for a better look and said, "I
think he's trying to inspect them from behind. Yeah. He's
definitely trying to get his arm up her. He's got three fingers
-- no, there goes number four."
Megan shuddered as Jack released her nipple. "Oh, godddd,"
she gasped.
Jack asked, "So, how did you and Harlan get started?" as he
switched nipples.
"We got careless a couple of years ago." Before Jack could
ask who "we" was, she said, "I was blowing Jason in the living
room while Billy fucked me doggie style. We'd been doing it
since I was eight. Daddy walked in on us 'cause we'd lost track
of the time, and we didn't hear the car in the driveway. He was
REALLY pissed, but the more he thought about it, and the more he
looked at me -- he wouldn't let us go get dressed -- the more he
decided he was horny, too. It was Mother's fifth day of "not
available," and that's rough on Daddy. He needs to get off at
least a couple of times a day, especially in a cunny, or he's
IMPOSSIBLE to live with."
"What about your mom?" Cyndi asked around a piece of ice she
was sucking.
Kimberly's eyes were alternating between the action in
Megan's cunt and the little head looking up over Jack's leg. "It
wasn't hard for Daddy to talk her into the idea. She used to
fuck a lot in college. A lot!" The emphasis on the last implied
an interesting tale for another time.
"I think she was getting bored with Daddy, even if he was
giving her all she asked for. Besides, I think she was already
hot for Jason anyway. You remember how he was filling out then?
Well, his muscles weren't all that was growing, and it was very
obvious. Anyway, Daddy spent that night in my bed, and the boys
spent the night in Mother's. He was scared to death of knocking
me up, so it was just blow jobs and butt fucking."
Cyndi perked up. "Butt fucking?"
"Uncle Jack, I'm going to cum!" Megan threw her head back,
pushed her sweaty breast hard against Jack's face, and began
jerking her hips against his probing hand and fingers. A deep
groan seemed to come from down near his writhing fingers as her
body flushed. "Oh, GODDDD!" escaped from her tight throat and
then her orgasm claimed her. Jack's free hand slid around her
butt and probed a finger into her tight little asshole.
"OH MY GOD!" Megan cried and came again.
Kimberly masturbated furiously. Cyndi spat the ice into her
hand and rubbed it on a nipple while she fingered her slit with
her other hand. A "little one" overtook her immediately. As it
faded, Kimmy suddenly cried out and jammed two fingers of her
free hand up her tight, slick twat. Cyndi, still lightly rubbing
her clit as she watched Kimmy's body jerking with the force of
the orgasm, was overwhelmed by another one.
Megan slowly returned to earth, grabbed Jack's head in both
hands, and tried to lick the fingers still deep in her cunt. The
kiss left him gasping when she finally released him.
Cyndi dimpled and giggled, her finger still caressing her
wet slit over her hole, and said, "I'd give that one a nine point
five. How about you, Kimmy?"
"Nine point eight," she gasped. "God, I wish I could cum as
easily as you do. Jack, are you ready for my exam now?"
"No WAY! It's MY turn!"
"I'm your GUEST!" Kimberly said in mock indignation. "Are
you gonna be a bitch about it?"
"Sure! May, get Daddy out of you and move over." She rose
and moved behind Megan, who had remained standing with her legs
spread, playing hostess for Jack's still-thrusting fingers. When
Megan didn't move, Cyndi slapped the piece of ice against the
small of Megan's back. The larger girl shrieked and jumped
aside. Cyndi gave the off-balance Megan a push that toppled her
into the pool and took her place in front of Jack.
"You'd better be just as thorough while examining me," she
warned.
Jack grinned and reached for a small, tanned breast with
each hand. She grabbed his left hand and brought it to her mouth
while Megan climbed from the pool. "Men!" she said to Kimberly.
"If you don't watch them every minute, they'll get other women's
pussy juice all over everything." She sucked Megan's juices from
Jack's fingers and smacked her lips. "Hmmm," she said, frowning
at his fingers. "That's a 1988 vintage. An exceptional year."
Kimberly withdrew her finger from her own slit and sucked it
with a loud slurping noise. "Why, so it is! Quite exceptional.
You'll have to try this chateau next."
Cyndi released Jack's hand and sighed as he began pinching
and rolling her hard little nipples. She looked at the wet pussy
hair around Kimberly's slit and asked, "Would it be gauche of me
to drink straight from the bottle?"
Kimberly grinned, but lust blazed in her blue eyes. "Well,
it is your house, and you are among friends."
"June!" cried Megan, dripping as she danced on alternate
feet beside Cyndi. "I came TWICE!" Do you think maybe my clit's
really getting hypersensitive, too?"
"Not unless you've got a clitty up your butt. Ooooh!
Daddy, that feels GOOD!"
"No?" Megan's disappointment showed in both her voice and
her sagging posture.
"Well, you could let Kimmy check it out while you sample the
Chateau Mason 1988."
"Yeah?" She looked at Kimberly in anticipation. Kimmy
nodded. "Cool! You wanna get on the lounge or on a towel?"
"Let's do it on a towel right there so Jack can watch us."
In short order Kimberly was on her back with Megan's face in
her hairy pussy and Megan's bald cunt humping her face. Jack was
furiously alternating between Cyndi's nipples while three fingers
writhed deep inside the hot, tight wetness of her lower body. He
had carefully avoided her clit, waiting until he sensed she was
about to cum from the other attention lavished on her body. At
the proper moment he pressed his thumb against it and began
vibrating his hand, stimulating her both internally and
externally. Cyndi rewarded him with her soft little gasp and
exploded with another "Major Thriller."
Jack beamed with delight and watched her face until she was
back to normal before checking out the action beside him. Cyndi
let him watch until she regained her breath, and then pulled his
face back to hers. When she broke off the kiss, it was Jack's
turn to gasp for air.
"Awwww," she said sympathetically, looking down at Jack's
crotch, "Mister Woody's all worked up and needs some relief,
too."
Jack's smile faded slightly when Kimberly pushed Megan up
from her face. "No WAY!" she cried. "Not until I get MY
examination."
Megan pulled her wet face out of Kimberly's lunch box and
then dipped it again to kiss the smaller girl's clit and to
tongue the length of her slit one last time. "Okay, June, you
and Kimmy switch. Hey, wait till you try that Chateau Mason 88.
You're really gonna like it."
By the time Kimberly came, which fortunately wasn't very
long because Megan had almost tongued her to orgasm, Jack was
almost beside himself with unrequited frustration. He was doubly
sorry that it was a calm day because he felt that any breeze
could provide enough of a blow job to trigger him.
Kimberly spasmed one final time around the four fingers
jammed into her throbbing hot cunt and then checked his dental
work. "Now," she asked as she pulled her face back from his,
"who has the best tits?"
"It's a tie," he gasped.
Kimmy glanced at the wet faces looking up from the towel.
"What do you think?"
"Let's accept the judge's ruling and give him his reward,"
Cyndi said.
"Yeah," Megan agreed, climbing off her cousin. "I'd say
he's really worked hard enough now. Who gets to pay him?"
"All of us do. Y'all get up, and Jack, you lie down on the
towel," Kimmy said. In short order she had Jack on his back and
the two cousins' cunts crushed against either side of his aching
cock. The head just cleared their bodies. She checked the
alignment and knelt between his legs.
"Jack, you fuck, and I'll suck." She slipped her lips over
the tip of his dickhead.
"It would help if I were hung better," he said in a slightly
rueful tone, suddenly realizing that his smaller size was about
to become a liability instead of an asset.
Kimberly's head lifted to fix him with a hard stare that
surprised him with its intensity. "Don't you know there's more
to fucking than just size, Jack? Bob Wilson has a telephone pole
between his legs, and he doesn't fuck a tenth as good as you do.
If I had to choose one guy to fuck me for the rest of my life out
of the thirty or so I've had, it would be you. Not even Daddy or
Jason, and they're both fantastic in bed. You, Jack."
"You know that I haven't had Kimmy's experience with others,
Uncle Jack. But as bad as I wanna seduce Daddy, I really don't
see how he could be as good as you. Heck, I could be happy if he
was just a tenth as good with that huge wiener of his. But
Kimmy's right -- if I had to choose from every man in the world,
I'd really choose you, and not just because you're the only one
I've ever had."
Cyndi ran gentle fingers down the inside of his thigh, and
her dimples suddenly framed a warm smile as her head tilted
slightly to the right. "Me, too, Daddy."
Jack blinked back unexpected tears. The lust in his body
was giving way to love, and though his erection was still
rampant, it was in less danger of gushing before he'd had the
opportunity to experiment with this arrangement. "Girls -- I
mean, young ladies -- I -- I don't know what to say. I'm
honored, and I love you. All three of you," he added smiling at
Kimberly. "I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life with just
the three of you. I'm sure that it would never be boring. Just
me and -- Jack's Angels?"
The trio looked at each other and shook their heads. "Nah,"
Megan said.
"Too old-fashioned," Kimberly added, her brow furrowed in
thought.
"Yeah," Cyndi agreed. "Jack's Devils doesn't work, either."
"Huh uh," said Megan, shaking her head. "And Jack's Joy
Toys sucks a hairy big one."
"Yeah," agreed Kimberly. "That's almost as bad as the Joy
Fuck Club. Unfortunately, that's what Daddy insists on calling
our group."
Megan's lip curled. "Eeeewwww!"
"No way!" cried Cyndi, but Kimmy nodded her head that it was
true.
"The Bod Squad?" Jack asked.
Six eyes stared at him like he'd just farted in church.
"DADDYYYY!"
"UNCLE JAAAACK!"
"Oh, PLEASE!"
Megan looked down at the boner between the boxes, trying to
think of a term quickly so that the fun could resume. She liked
the way that she and Cyndi were packed around her uncle's wiener,
and she wanted to feel that fleshy rod stroking through her slit
and throbbing as he squirted his seed into Kimmy's mouth. And
then she had it.
"We're the Jack Pack!"
When all agreed that it was the perfect name, Kimberly
dipped her head. "Let's get back to business." She slipped her
lips over the tool tip and began sucking.
Megan and Cyndi slowly rubbed their cunts against Jack's
rod. He sighed and lay back, enjoying the steaming wet lips and
the unique sensation of the two-twat-tube they formed for him.
He cupped one hand around his daughter's lovely young ass and the
other around his niece's. <Life is good!> he thought, and he was
convinced that it couldn't possibly be any better. And then, all
too soon, it was time.
Kimberly noticed the swelling of her hot, pink studsicle
treat and the sudden involuntary jerking of Jack's hips. She
fluttered her tongue along the bundle of nerves just under the
head, causing it to swell even more as Jack felt the hollow
behind his balls grow to baseball size and seem to fill with cum
that strained against the release valve.
Through the fog of her own passion, Megan suddenly realized
her uncle was about to cum. Her glassy-eyed stare focused on
him, and she grinned. "I really think we should recruit Ashley
and Emily Sue for the Jack Pack," she said.
Jack gasped as the hollow sensation behind his balls
expanded to room size.
Cyndi's eyes had been fixed on Jack for the duration. One
corner of her mouth curled upward. She waited a moment longer,
and then, just before the world went red for him, added, "And
Mary Beth."
When Jack came right after the discovery of Cyndi's
hypersensitized clit, he had said that he doubted he would ever
have a more satisfying orgasm. Was he ever wrong about that.
End of JACK PACK One
Russell Hoisington
Copyright 2003
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