Frank reached behind her and cupped her ass, clutched her curvy little asscheeks in his rough, manly hands, squeezing as his tongue fucked Kelly's cunt.
Kelly looked down at her lapping uncle.
Her heart thumped. She shook all over. She knew she was going to cum.
Frank found her clit and twirled the tip of his long, wet tongue at it.
"Aw! Awww! Poooofffffff!" Kelly yelped, then came. She shook, shuddered, and tingled. "Oh, awwwwww! Oh! Uncle Frrrrannnnk!"
Frank stood up and let Kelly tingle, watching her dip her hand to her pussy and finish off the orgasm, then finger herself into another.
Frank fisted his prick and pumped hard. He shot his wad, blasting out a stream of cream that hit Kelly's tummy in big, thick gobs, then dripped down onto her jerking hand.
They both heard Kelly's mother pull out front.
Kelly was puffing, huffing, and still cumming. Frank had poured out a milky load of jism all over her.
Kelly pulled her panties up and raced up the stairs.
Frank wiggled on his slacks and shorts, zipped up, and waited for Angie, Kelly's mother.
CHAPTER THREE
Angie walked in.
Kelly had scooped up the photos of Frank, and Frank was just sliding Kelly's photos into his back pocket.
Angie was thirty-nine, and she looked good in a red mini-skirt, black sweater, red heels, and dark nylons. Her auburn hair was thick, long, and it was combed over to one side. Her lips were red and thick, her eyes brown.
"Oh, I didn't expect you, Frank," Angie said.
"I wanted to bring your camera back. It's fixed now."
Kelly was up in her room, wiping the dripping cum from her tummy with her white panties. She hid the panties so she could wash them later. She was still trembling from her experience with her uncle.
She heard Frank leave, and she rushed to the shower. She came out, slipped a pink towel around her, and heard her mother call to her.
Kelly went downstairs.
"Mr. Clark is taking me out to dinner tonight, so I'll be late, okay, honey?"
"Sure, Mom."
Kelly went back to her room as her mother showered. She slipped into a pair of jeans and pink sweater. She looked good, the jeans hugging her tight, young curves like a slick wrapper.
Kelly read a magazine for a while, then went down to the living room and watched some TV.
Kelly answered the door when Mr. Clark rang the bell and walked in to pick up her mother for dinner.
He was in his forties, tall, handsome, and was dressed in a blue suit with a vest.
Kelly ushered him in, walking in front of him, her luscious hips swinging, her gorgeous teen-queen ass rolling in the tight jeans.
She introduced herself, and Mr. Clark sat down on the couch to wait for Angie. Kelly sat across from him, her hair in a sweet ponytail, her bangs on her forehead, and her pink sweater tight against her tits. They pushed against the material like two little oranges.
Mr. Clark gazed at her, and Kelly saw the hint of admiration in his eyes. She liked the look he was giving her, as though he was about to lick his lips in a lewd slurp.
Kelly's eyes dropped to his crotch. She saw that he was getting a hard-on.
"You are a very pretty young lady, Kelly," Mr. Clark said.
Kelly smiled. "Thanks, sir."
She was indeed pretty, and she was also as sexy as hell. No man could look at the beautiful little schoolgirl without some tremor of excitement just wondering how it would be with such a bundle of charms.
Kelly enjoyed immensely the effect she was having on Mr. Clark. He positioned his hands and arms on his lap as he tried to cover the growing hard-on between his legs.
She sat forward on the couch in a rather sexy way, her back straight, her sweater pulling in salaciously at her ripe tits.
Mr. Clark eyed her tits. His face was flushed. Kelly felt a gooshy wetness in her panties. But then her mother came strolling in, looking fabulous in a black dress, nylons, and white high heels.
Mr. Clark got up, pulling down his suit coat to hide his hard-on. He smiled at Angie, took her arm and they left.
Kelly watched some more TV, then went to her room.
The phone rang and she answered it. "Kelly?"
"It's your uncle."
"Hi, Uncle Frank."
"I was looking at the pictures I took of you."
"Ah, mmmm, you were?"
"Yes, and they look good, Kelly, real good."
"Do they?"
"I got a big hard-on just lookin' at 'em."
"Ooooh, Uncle Frank!"
"And I'm playin' with my prick!"
"Ohhhh! Huh?"
"Yeah, I'm jerkin' off to your pictures."
"Masturbatin', Uncle Frank?"
"Yes," he huffed over the phone. "Gawwwwwd!"
"Why don't you look at the pictures you took of me and masturbate?"
"Oooooh, should I?"
"I want you to."
Kelly pulled out his pictures. She'd been teasing herself by not looking at them, saving them until she went to bed, and now she stared at her uncle posing for her with his hard cock in his hand.
"Are you lookin' at 'em?"
"Yes," Kelly said.
"Are you masturbating?"
"Not yet. I got on all my clothes."
"Take 'em off!"
"Okay," Kelly said, then laid the phone down.
She stripped down to her pink bra and panties, tugged the panties down to her knees and lay back down on her bed.
She slid her hand into the fuzzy muff between her legs and started playing with her pussy.
"Are you doin' it yet, Kelly?"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!"
"Oh, shit, I'm jerkin' to you, Kelly!" Kelly held a picture of Frank, the one of him clutching his cock, the cock-head all bubbly and foamy. She fucked a finger into her pussy, while the other hand rubbed around until she found her clit.
"These pictures of you look so damn good, Kelly. I'm gonna jerk to 'em every day."
God, the way he talks, Kelly thought.
"Are you doin' it, Kelly?" Frank whispered lewdly.
"Mmmmm, mmmm!"
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"That you're doin' it."
"I'm… I'm doin' it!"
"Doin' what, Kelly?"
"You know. Tell me."
"Tell you what, Uncle Frank?"
"Tell me you're finger-fuckin'!"
"No!"
"Well, aren't you?"
"Mmmmm."
"Tell me, please tell me, I wanna hear you say it, Kelly."
"Okay, then. I'm finger-fuckin', Uncle Frank."
"Oh, good, good, Kelly. Do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it. I like it!"
"My prick's so hard, Kelly."
"Oooooh, Uncle Frank, you shouldn't talk that way."
"I'm lookin' at your picture and jerkin' my cock to you."
"Ossshhheeeez!" Kelly hissed, fingering wildly between her legs. "Kelly, you look so damn good, honey!"
"Do I?"
"Yeahhhh, real damn good! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! My cock's squrtin' all over!"
"Where's Aunt Jane?"
"Out, so I'm lying nude on the bed, jackin' off to you, Kelly."
Kelly diddled her pussy. It felt good. It felt real good. She could cum at any time, she knew. She slowed her swirling fingers, keeping herself on the edge.
"I wish we were fuckin'!" Frank gasped. "Oh, gawwwd, Uncle Frank!"
"You ever fucked, Kelly?"
"Mmmmm, no."
"I wanna fuck you!" Frank panted. "Jeez, Uncle Frank!" Kelly gasped. Kelly was looking at the lewd pictures of her uncle posing for her with a big, stiff hard-on. She finger-fucked her pussy hotly.
"I'm gonna cum, Kelly!" Frank panted. "Cum with me, will you?"
"Okay."
"I'm ready. I'm gonna squirt right – nowwwwwww," Frank yelled.
Kelly came with him. "Ooooooh, ahhhh!" she cried. She looked at Frank's huge prick in the picture and envisioned it squirting wildly. She stiffened. Her sweet, fine little body lifted off the bed and shook as the ecstatic feeling of orgasm shimmered through her.