Nickie could only moan softly, hungrily. His fingers in her twat, moving and wriggling, only made her more aware of what she really wanted.
She wanted cock, hard, throbbing, purplish cock, cock that was ready to come, to explode inside her, to fill her hot little cunt and womb with burning jissum. She wanted to feel a man, a big man, piling into her, wanted to feel a prick driving into her gash, pushing through the entrance of her womb and unloading there.
She jerked her hips as Ernie's thumb pressed over her clit, touching and prodding the love bud roughly-but to fierce effect on her fiery emotions.
Ernie took his hand from her sweet young tits and brought it down over her abdomen to unfasten the waist of her shorts and pull the zipper down.
Frank, breathing shallowly, could only observe the scene through the viewfinder of the camera and feel his own dick pulsating with the suddenly tight confines of his trousers, yearning for stimulation.
Ernie pushed the shorts down over Nickie's ass and she wriggled to make them fall the rest of the way to puddle about her slender ankles. She was naked, and she could feel the harsh fabric of her uncle's trousers rubbing against the bare flesh of her ass.
Ernie pushed her away from him and opened his pants, then spun her before him. 'Pull ‘em down over my ankles, slut child,' he growled.
Nickie, willing, complied and without further instructions also pulled down his underwear. The huge dick, freed, sprang out at stiff attention.
Without another word, Nickie sank slowly to her knees. She reached up both hands and grasped the turgid member, caressing it and rubbing it until Nickie could feel the need for release growing in her uncle's throbbing weapon.
She knelt up straight, mouth open and head tilted back and let the big, angry glans feed into her waiting mouth. Nickie closed her lips behind it, moving them on the shaft. Inside, her tongue was going ape on him, teasing and twirling all about the huge rod.
Ernie's erection was so huge that it seemed almost to fill her mouth with the head-but Nickie wanted more. She pulled it towards her with her hands about the base till two inches of the shaft were inside her lips as well and the enormous knob was pressing ‘against the back of her throat.
She started to gag and began to pull away from it-but Ernie grabbed her hair roughly in one hand and thrust his hips at her.
Nickie thought she'd strangle as the great ram pushed into her throat. Her throat was working convulsively on Ernie's dick-and he loved every movement of the muscles coating his penis.
Nickie, left no alternative, managed somehow to draw in breath through her nose and knew that Ernie wouldn't keep it in her throat much longer. He wanted to come in her cunt-or more likely, her ass. She was eager to have him cram her twat and knew that the sooner he was aroused to the brink of coming, the sooner he'd pull out of her mouth and jam it in her vagina.
And she wanted that-wanted it so badly she could taste it! Literally!
Farther and farther that raging cock slipped into her, the pulsating head probing into Nickie's throat until she thought it would reach into her stomach. She found it easier and easier to breath around the invader-even as Ernie's balls slapped against her chin.
She had every inch of that swollen meat pole in her mouth and throat!
Frank couldn't believe his eyes-but his cock did. His balls ached with desire to be in a warm, tight, moist place-like Nickie's mouth, or her ass, or her cunt-anything!
But he stayed at his post, the camera turning silently over even as his father slowly pulled the huge, saliva-wet prick out of Nickie's clutching throat.
When his prick sprang free, he started to lower himself to the floor near he; hands moving to her sweet, firm ass.
But he slipped.
Ernie lost his balance and fell the last foot and a half to the floor, one leg lashing out and kicking over a pile of unexposed film. The film, in the heavy metal containers, fell to the floor with an audible thud.
Frank grimaced; he'd happened to have had his eyes on the bald old lecher and his sister in the next room. Burns had heard the noise, but hadn't done anything about it-yet.
Ernie, though, was again lost in the wonder of Nickie's responsive young body. She was alive with lust, with sensation, with the desires coursing through her veins. Ernie let himself lie back, prone, on the floor and Nickie began licking and sucking his stiff cock. It stood up from the pubic bush around his groin like a throbbing tree shaken by regular gusts of wind.
She started at the base, licking round and round, her pink tongue flickering out to lave all about the juncture of prick to abdomen. Slowly, eagerly, she worked her way up, each and every darting strike of her serpent-like mouth muscle sending new quivers of excitement through her uncle.
Ernie, barely in control of his actions, reached out with both powerful hands and lifted Nickie bodily, so that her girlish hips were settling down over his greedy mouth and tongue as his cock prodded at the waiting opening between her own lips.
Frank thought he'd go out of his skull with lust. He looked to one side and saw his youngest sister swallowing all of Burns' stubby prick while in the same room with him, his beautiful young cousin was devouring, literally feasting on his fathers big dong.
And from his perspective, Frank had a box seat of his old man eating out Nickie's succulent cunt like seen a cunt eaten out before.
Ernie's tongue was moving so fast it was barely more than a blur to Frank's eyes as it shot out and back over her cunt, her clit, her labia, up the little furrow to her tiny little asshole, then back down.
And from the way the saucy molded mounds of Nickie's ass were clenching and unclenching, she was enjoying it-and then some.
Frank took a step to one side for a better view of his dad's dick sliding completely into Nickie's gaping mouth- and kicked over a pile of empty cans that had once contained film. They clanged and crashed against each other as they fell.
Frank spun and stared out through the one-way glass. Suzanne was moving even faster than before and judging by the expression on Burns' face, he was pretty well agitated.
With a quick glance into the viewfinder of the softly whirring camera to confirm that it was still recording the lugubrious scene in the spy room in all its detail-and in living color-Frank bent to pick up the cans and get them out of the way before another commotion took place.
And promptly dropped an armful.
Quickly, he whirled to look through the one-way glass.
Burns was pushing Suzanne's head away, staring frantically about.
That tore it.
Frank was fast. He cranked the lid of the glass closed, reached up over head and pulled the long curtain that divided the room in half shut along its ceiling track. He'd never known, when he'd installed that curtain as a protection against hallway light streaming in through an unexpectedly open door to the developing section of the room behind the camera, that it would ever have such life-saving use.
He'd just poked the black snout of the camera through the black curtain when the hall door opened and Burns stepped in, outrage on his face.
But then he saw them…
Without another word, but grinning like a death's head, Burns dropped his pants, walked around the writhing pair on the floor once, and then got to his knees behind Nickie.
His balls dangling over Ernie's furiously licking mouth, Burns eased the head of rigid cock forward until it was between the lips of Nickie's sweat shiny cunt.
Nickie, feeling the hard cock there, not knowing or caring whose it was, damped down tight on her uncle's raging dick and sucked for all she was worth.
Burns grabbed her hips and heaved-burying all six and a half inches of his thick rod in Nickie's palpitating prick slot.
Nickie gasped and slammed her hips back and up against Burns, gyrating them, screwing them against him.
