Mark Jackson - Lynn_s Naughty Uncle

Lynn cried out her lust, banged her head back against the hard floor!

And Wes came!

Locked tightly to his young lover, Wes felt the rising tension and pleasure in the head of his rigid cock, felt his balls contract, and suddenly he thrust deep and hard and locked tight into his niece's slippery cunthole!

And he flooded her box with his hot spunk!

Lynn felt it gushing into her!

"Oh, do it! Do it! I feel it! Come into me!"

Her voice excited him, her eager begging and innocent lust for his hot cock!

One final thrust, deep, emptied his nuts into the girl's hot hole!

He relaxed on top of her body.

Lynn sighed deeply beneath him.

It was over.

She felt deeply satisfied. Happy. Relaxed as she had never felt before in all her eighteen years. So utterly exhausted. And so magnificently satisfied.

She wanted to lay here forever, with her uncle's hard cock still deep inside her, still hot in her box, feeling his weight on top of her, feeling safe and calm and loving…

"Lynn…?"

It was Wes' voice, and the sound of it made Lynn happy. Somehow, she knew what he wanted to ask her. And she knew the right answer. The truth.

"Wes, it was wonderful!"

He sighed, rested his cheek on her breast.

"Good," he whispered.

"Yes," Lynn said again. "Very, very good!"

They laid together on the floor for a long long time, occasionally whispering to each other, or touching each other, or kissing. Wes caressed Lynn's nipple, gently sucking and stroking with his tongue, and the girl responded with a low purring.

Then Lynn said, "I hope I don't get pregnant!"

"God, I hope not, too!"

Wes withdrew his limp dripping dick from between Lynn's slippery thighs. The child moaned with displeasure at losing her cock.

Wes tucked himself back into his pants and zipped himself shut, then sat down beside his young lover.

"Give me your wrists, sweetheart. Let me undo that damned rope."

Lynn brought her arms down from over her head, and offered her bound wrists to her uncle.

As he struggled carefully with the tight knot, he asked her if he'd hurt her.

"No, uncle Wes," she replied coyly, "except when you broke my cherry!"

Wes glanced at her eyes, saw the laughter there, and smiled back at the girl.

"Broke your cherry, eh?"

He left the rope for a moment and slipped his hand between her thighs, pressed up against her dripping cunt, then lifted his hand away.

It was slightly bloody.

"So now you're a woman!"

Lynn nodded, and took a deep breath of pleasure!

A woman!

Yes, she was a woman. And the thought brought to mind her sister. Poor Lori.

"I suppose you'll want Lori, next… " Lynn suggested, her voice trailing off as she glanced at her uncle.

He laughed.

"No, I don't think so, honey. She's just not my type."

He finally got the rope undone, pulled it free of Lynn's raw wrists, and threw it aside.

"No," he said again, taking those red wrists and rubbing them gently in his hands to get the circulation going, "I love you, Lynn. I'm not after all the virgins I can get. I'm very happy I have you… "

He looked at her, a frown crossing his face briefly.

"I do have you, don't I?"

Lynn looked at him.

She considered what he meant to her, not only at this moment in her life, but what he could mean in the future. He was a wonderful man. She thought she could be very happy with a man like Wes, even though he was old enough to be her father. She considered his question to be a proposal of marriage, and her acceptance of him now would be the same as an engagement.

"Yes, Wes. You have me!"

And she was delighted with it!

So was Wes!

"I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

Wes stood up and retrieved his camera.

"Hey, sweetheart! Do a striptease for me!"

Lynn struggled up to her feet.

"A striptease? I'm half-naked now!"

"Well, take off the rest!"

Lynn slipped the ripped blouse of f her shoulders, and started to unbuckle her skirt when she froze.

A voice from the stairwell.

"I'll do a strip for you, uncle Wes."

The voice was low and angry.

Lori!

Lynn turned to face her sister.

"How long have you…?"

"Hurry! Hurry, uncle Wes! I need it!" Lori said, mimicking her sister's begging voice.

"Oh, God!" Lynn said, putting her hands over her face.

"You little… " Wes began.

"Oh, come off it, both of you. I saw the whole show! I'm not telling anybody. It was… quite good!" Lori came full into the lighted circle.

She was dressed in dark stockings, and a full-length dress in the Victorian style. As she walked into the light, she lifted the front of her dress to show the stockings and her high-heeled shoes.

"Sorry, I'm wearing underpants, too. And a bra. And a slip."

"Lori, what do you think you're doing like this?"

Both girls looked at each other.

"Oh, I just thought uncle Wes might like to take MY picture, too."

"Uh… Lori… " Wes began, but Lori interrupted him.

"And fuck me!"

Lynn was shocked by her sister's aggressive behavior, and her obvious desire for their uncle!

"No!" Lynn said firmly.

"I think we ought to let Wes decide, don't you?" Lori said with a smirk. She turned to her uncle, lifted the front of her long skirt high enough to show him her lacy underwear.

"I'm a virgin, too, Wes. I'll let you tie me up and take my picture, any way you want. But when you have enough pictures, I want you to fuck me!"

"Lori, honey… " Wes said, glancing at Lynn for support.

But Lori was prepared for an argument.

"Tie me up and take my picture, Wes, with Lynn watching, and then fuck me… fuck me in my cunt… and then fuck me in my asshole! Because if you don't, I'll tell my daddy!"

Lynn was trembling violently. She had completely forgotten her half nude state. She was angry. Angry at her sister, both for spying on her during her first real fuck and for suggesting such absurd things to make her uncle… for trying to take Wes away from her!

"Lori, you bitch! Get out of here! Just because you're horny and… "

But then she saw the glazed lost look in Lori's eyes, saw the blush of excitement on her cheeks, and she realized that arguing with her would be useless.

Lori needed fucking as badly as Lynn had needed it.

But Lynn was frightened that once Wes had screwed her sister, he wouldn't want her any more.

Lori, after all, was prettier than she was. Wasn't she? And all the confusion over her own sexuality, her own body and beauty, and particularly her huge breasts, came rushing back over Lynn as she stared at Lori, dressed in her very feminine dress…

But Lori was determined to have her way!

"Mommy and daddy won't be home for another hour, at least. You both know that. You can take my picture for half that time, and then we'll fuck!"

Lori stepped forward, faced her uncle squarely.

"How do you want me to pose?"

Wes, who had spent the past twenty years traveling all over Australia and parts of Asia, photographing people in all possible situations-and picking up some o his best money by taking some modestly famous pornographic shots of young girls going down on some strange animals… Lynn had actually seen several of her uncle's photographs, in Jimmy's books, and didn't know it!-Wes had never in his life been in such a situation as this!

Two young sisters, both hot for his cock, begging for it!

He had just fucked Lynn, and was satisfied-for the time being. But what about later? Lynn might turn out to be a cold fish. After all, this had been her first time, and she was understandably impressed, both with herself and with his cock! But…

And Lori certainly was a tender morsel, tiny compared to Lynn, but perfectly proportioned. and with unmatched femininity! And virgin!