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Subject: {ASSM} Jack Pack 05/09 {Hoisington} (Mg g-solo rom cons ped inc)
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                            JACK PACK
                      by Russell Hoisington

                           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.

                               ÄÄÄÄ

     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."

                               ÄÄÄÄ

     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.

                               ÄÄÄÄ

     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."
- --
Continued in Jack Pack Six

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