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Subject: {ASSM} Jack Pack 06/09 {Hoisington} (Mg-1st rom cons ped inc)
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                            JACK PACK
                      by Russell Hoisington

                           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.
- --
Continued in Jack Pack Seven

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