Finally, she lodged the cock-head against the dilated opening of her cunt and shoved back.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried as she impaled her self back, taking more and more of the massive cock into the tight sheath of her fuck hole. The massager on her ass and the suction on her tit combined with the steady invasion of her twat by his cock and mad Lyn cum again.
Pulling her tit from his mouth, she scooted her knees forward as she staightened her body form the waist and drove herself fown over his cock completely.
"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned as she filled herself with the thick, hard cock and rocked back and forth, moving it around inside her twat.
Frank moved his hand around her waist and pressed the massager against her lower abdomen and engorged cunt mound. Lyn's hips moved steadily back and forth as her uncle drove her to previously unimagined heights of pleasure.
She arched her back and lifted herself, then slammed her cunt down over the rampant cock. "Ohhhh, Frank, I'm cumming like crazy. Take that thing away. I don't need it any longer."
"Don't you like it?" he asked, pressing it into her cunt-lips to bring it into direct contact with her swollen clit.
"It…it's going to make me have to stop, if you keep using it," she warned him. "Make me have to stop soon."
He yanked to cord from the wall and slipped his hand from the straps. Lyn was still feeling the nerve-jangling effects of the massager as shw rose and fell over his cock, but shw knew that now she'd be able to fuck him until he came, something she hadn't been sure of before.
"God damn," Frank gasped as Lyn started swinging her hips to and fro while rising and falling over his massive cock. "You're the best fuck I ever had. Really the best."
His words thrilled the teenager more than he could've imagined. She had been nothing to the other men who'd screwed her, merely a convenience, something for them to use and forget about. Frank probably had screwed more women than any of them and he said she was the best. Frank had even screwed her mother and thought that she, Lyn, was better buck.
Her hips rose and fell faster and she wiggled her hips about as she slid her cunt up and down over her uncle's slick cock. She could bend forward and watch the big cock as it appeared and disappeeared in her snatch and shw knew that Frank was watching that same thing.
He reached up and caught her bouncing tits in his hads, then thumbed her nipples, brushign the almost submered buds in a way that sent new sensations coursing throught her body. When Frank squeezed and twisted her tits, it didn't hurt, it just excited her. Probably, she thought, becase I'm in love with him. Even if he is my uncle. I'm stll in love with him.
Bending forward, Lyn cupped on had under his head and lefted it until their muths could meet. His tongue slid into her mough and Lyn fenced with it with her slimmer tongue, then trapped the thick invader and sucked lewdly on it as he worked his hands against her firm tits. She was still working her pussy over his cock and she knew shw was going to cum again before his cock left her twat.
Each time she drove her cunt down over his ramnpant cock, she'd move her hips to and fro, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. He was lifting his hips as she drove hers down, matching her stroke for stroke. Lyn snorted and sucked harder on his tongue as he tugged at one of her nipples and eased his other hand down until he could work his finger against her elongated clit.
Then her uncle starte spurting his hot jism into the depths of her cunt-hole. It set Lyn off again and her twat convulsed around his magnificednt prick, squeezing and loosening only to squeeze once more. Lyn was cumming hard, her juice pouring out of her twat. His pubic hair and balls were soaked with the fluids that flowed out of her body, both hers and his.
And when he'd stopped shooting off into her cunt, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled, turning her onto her back. His cock was still stiff within her hole and he commenced to moving it in and out with long, slow strokes. Golly, golly, Lyn though, I'll never be able to get off this well with any other man.
They were still kissing hungrily and shw shuddered as he worked a hand between them and started feeling her tits again. I'm your, Frank, shw pledged silently, all of me is yours.
Something told her that he knew it.
"Ssssshhhh!" Both Lyn and Frnk whispered to the other as they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Two sets of footsteps. That was good, it ment that willie was with Joyce.
Frank and Lyn ahd watched the brother and sister leave the house earlier in the evening, then had gone up to the door. To Lyn's amazement, the key she had no longer worked on the front door. "That bitch. She's already taken over," she'd whispered.
Still, that had presented no problem. Lyn had enteed the house the same way she'd left it, by climbing the tree and going along the roof. Then she'd let Frank in.
They were in the attic. Frank had bored a small hole in the ceiling over the bed and inserted a peephole. It was so small that it would be hard to notic, but iafforded an excellent view of the bed. And, a videotape camera was attached to the peephole. The camera would work. They had already tested it. The mike that Frank had hidden would pick up everything said in the room and the camera would record all but the most peripheral action.
Lyn hoped they weren't too drunk to do anything. She wanted to settle the score with these two as soon as she could, which would be the day after she and Frank had a tape of Willie and Joyce fucking or doing some sort of sexual act with each other.
The pair entered the bedroom, flicking on the overhead lamp. As Willie sat on the bed and started to undress, Joyce stood before him, stripping, too.
Frank activated the camera, and squeezed Lyn's hand as she moved closer to him, so she could look through the view-finder, too. The videotape recorder with sound equipment belonged to a friedn of Frank's. The reason they had had to wait until Friday to leave Brocton had been to borror it from him. He hadn't asked any questions, just told Frank to get it back as soon as he was through with it. The after noon before, they had tried it out, filming themselves in bed. It had been a real turn-on to Lyn to watch her image as she writhed beneath her uncle while he screwed her good. Their sex life was as intense as it had ben before she'd been beaten and raped by her father.
"Willie?" Joyce asked as she unhooked her bra.
"What're we going to do if the kid comes home?"
"Awwwww, she ain't going to come home," Willie assured his sister. "If she was, she'd have been here by now."
"But Harry was sure he was going to find her," Jouce protested.
"Well, he didn't," Willie retorted, standing to take off his trousers and shorts. "I didn't think he would. What the hell would she be doign in that drinkwater town where he kicked off? He went up there on a wild goose case and kikced off balling some whore he picked up.
"No," he continued, "If Lyn had heard he was dead, she'd have hightailed it back here to try to get even with us. I don't think we'll ever see her again."
"But," Joyce insisted, "what if shw does show up?"
"Relax, will you?" Willie snarled. "We'll worry about that if it happens."
He watched as Joyce stepped out of her panties, then grabbed her and dragged her down on the bged, one of his hands going into her crotch as he caught her by the neck with the other hand and kised her lewdly.
Joyce grabberd her brother's big cock and started stroking it. "I'm glad I don't have to fuck Harry any more," she whispered. "He never did anything for me in bed."
"Sure," Willie agreed, "he didn't know how to handle you. Not like I do."
Through the view-finder, Lyn could see that he had a couple of fingers in Joyce's pussy and another in her asshole. To her disgust, Joyce was wiggling her hips around as if she liked the dual invasion of her body.