Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

Spying the occupied sign on, she rapped softly on the door and he clicked it open for her, enabling her to squeeze right inside the cubicle. Once she had gained entry, he locked the door all over again and sat down on the lowered toilet seat, having already dropped his trousers and his underpants.

She pressed her trembling back up against the door and held her breath. The situation was certainly a novel one, even for the both of them. But even more than that, was the fact that now she was able to see with the utmost clarity what she had only been able to judge by the feel of her fingers a few minutes before.

He caught her admiring glances as he tucked his shirt up around his armpits, baring half of his torso and crotch, naked for her all consuming and staring eyes. And even as she continued to gaze at his throbbing and massive mule-cock, licking her lips with a mixture of nervousness and delight, Drew reached out and rapidly unzipped the fly of her man-tailored boy-tailored, actually – bellbottoms.

He unsnapped the top fastener and pulled them down off of her narrow hips, ogling the shadow of her fleecy muff behind the front of her tight and revealing bikini briefs. These he shucked down with a flick of her wrist, barely able to contain his raging excitement when he found himself staring lustfully at her slim and naked vagina.

It looked even more tempting and appetizing than Rachel's cunt, tighter and less hirsute, a mere fleecy pony mane of straw-colored crisp and glistening pubic fur marking the twin petals that were the outer lips of her virginal twat.

"Try sitting on my lap, for starters," he whispered, knowing that silence was a virtue he had to uphold, lest any of the other passengers or the stewardesses hear what was going on in the lavatory. But the grass had done its aphrodisiacal and uninhibited job, loosening any restraints the girl might normally have felt.

Now, she seemed only all too eager to obey him and follow his instructions to the letter. Accordingly, she moved forward, her jeans tangled around her ankles and her cunt itching and gushing hot trickles of slippery cunt juice which oozed down and dripped along the insides of her thighs.

Drew held his breath, smacked his lips and felt his mouth watering and his cock leaking in response to Janet's mere physical presence, to her nudity and her lush, little muff in particular. Quickly, she bent down and straddled the tops of his hairy thighs, resting her tight and boyish butt on his lap.

She kicked off her jeans then, for they were getting in the way. Once her legs were free, her blouse suddenly pulled up high so that he could admire and suck upon her naked little boobies when he got the opportunity, Drew pulled her forward and got her into position.

She had to nearly stand on tiptoe so that when he took hold of the base of his meaty poker he was able to align the rounded cockhead with her narrow crimson gash. He pushed forward, instructing her to push down with the object of impaling herself on his dong. It was not an easy position or objective to achieve, but both of them were determined to see it through to eventual fruititon and success, or shall we coin a pun and say, "sexcess".

Sexcess, success or excess, what was the difference?

They were all one and the same to Mr. Drew Livingston and he held his breath as he gripped his penis with one firm manly hand and tried to push the mushroom-shaped glans right between the youngster's tight and narrow cunt petals.

As had been the case with Rachel Strauss, Janet was finally forced to reach down. She let go of his shoulders which she had been holding onto for support and to maintain her balance. Then, taking hold of each juice-smeared and trembling vaginal fold, she splayed them as wide as she could, displaying the ruby-red and pulpy interior of her glistening quim.

Her pea-shaped clitoris bobbed out at him like a blind and unseeing eye and he groaned and stabbed forward, thrusting eagerly with his weight centered at his hips. A convulsive tremor passed through their bodies as he tried to cram his glans right into place, stuffing it up into the vestibule of her girlish muff.

He managed with less difficulty than he would have imagined, for as soon as he exerted considerable pressure, her vulva seemed to give way, to stretch paper-thin so that within minutes the head of his penis was buried up inside of her, squashing her clitoris down and giving her rippling spasms of sexual bliss such as she had rarely if ever experienced before.

"Okay now?" he whispered and when Janet Halston nodded her head vigorously up and down, he held her tightly around the waist. She let go of her labia majorum and like elastic bands they snapped shut, clinging and sticking tightly to the neck of his throbbing boner. She was still just about standing on her feet, but he pulled down, trying to maneuver her so that she gobbled up and consumed one hard hot inch of manflesh after another, sucking his cock into her tight and gaping snatch.

A droplet of bright-red blood appeared on her lower lip. She was biting down, trying not to scream out from the frenzied excitement she was feeling as he pushed her down, inch after agonizingly thick and cumbersome inch. He kept his eyes glued between their legs, groaning under his breath as he watched what was happening, as he felt the way his cock-shaft was being rubbed and scraped raw as it traveled up into her girlish vagina.

"It's so good," she whispered, eying their laps intently, watching with disbelief as he managed to stuff his hose completely into her, right up the root. Within a few more minutes she actually was sitting firmly on his lap, engorged with so much meat that she felt as if she could taste his cock in the back of her throat, as if it was filling her entire body, not just her overstuffed cunt.

Drew felt the same kind of intensely satisfying and burning sexual stimuli and for a moment the two of them were content to remain as they were. She sat on his lap, her cuntlips stretched wide as a gaping mouth, his hairy bush matted down and tangled with her own sparse and fleecy love-nest.

His balls hung down against the lowered toilet seat, shuddering or so it felt from the exquisitely sublime and satisfying pressure of having horsed his dong into her pussy. "I can't stop it," he told her, pushing her down until his leaking glans tipped her womb and triggered a rippling surge of excitement.

His hands slid up and cupped her tender little knockers and as he squeezed and tweaked each pointy and stiff-standing young pink nipple, Janet lifted her ass off of his grizzly thighs so that his cock began to slip out into the open.

The friction thus produced gave both of them the chills, chills of sexual response and urgency that is, not of coldness. He shoved her back down and she began to get into what she was doing now that her box was adjusting to the extreme pressure of his long, wide and agonizingly thick penis.

She started moving up and down as if she was riding a pogo stick, only it was his joystick she was using to bounce with, corkscrewing her hips from side to side, even working her vaginal muscles around his thick and cumbersome boner.

Each fresh up and down motion, each swish and plunge of her narrow and bony hips, made him pant and he was having a hard time controlling himself, hardly aware of the fact that here they were in the lavatory of an airplane, fucking up a storm, unbeknownst to anyone other than themselves.

"Yes, it's unreal. Shit, you are hung like a horse, a fucking salami, Drew," she complimented him, savoring his extremely oversized and virile pecker.

He grinned and chuckled under his breath holding her securely. Then, bending his head forward, he applied the same sexual magic he was using on her cunt to her tits, lashing his wide raspy-edged tongue over one and then the other tender pear-shaped bub.