Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

It wasn't only vanity which kept him in good physical shape. It was also the awareness and knowledge that the girls he lusted after, the adolescent females he took delight in enjoying like young and fruity first-growth wines, looked askance at men who were fat and paunchy, who showed their age and hid their virility under layers of flab.

Flab was the last thing Christine saw now as the front of his youthful and tight-fitting cotton briefs bulged out with the hard and jutting outline of his imprisoned erection. As if she had switched off some inner mechanism inside of her mind and body, she suddenly stopped moving, gasping for breath and lying there as cold and frozen-as a statue.

But if her body was not responding to his mere physical presence, her eyes certainly betrayed what she was actually thinking. He'd seen the way she'd glanced down at the silhouette of his cock and he knew as well that she had been both intrigued and even a little frightened at the prospect of his unveiling the mysteries which lay behind the swollen crotch of his underpants.

"Well?" he said again, hooking his hand under the waistband of his shorts. "Where is she, and M. Martinon?"

"I told you that I don't know anything about any Amy, period," she said.

"Have it your way, my darling," he snickered and without another word began to make good his threat, or the threat she had assumed would be her punishment for not telling him all that she knew about his niece.

Without waiting any further, tired of playing games and getting hassled in response, he shucked off his briefs with a minimum of effort. And like a suddenly unsheathed sword his massive boner jumped out of confinement, jutting out at her like an infant's arm. A gasp tore through her lips and he smiled with delight, pleased at her apparent fear of his studly equipment.

Not even bothering to pull his trousers and undershorts off completely, too impatient now to think of doing anything but what came to him most naturally, he held onto his dick and tried to guide it down towards the narrow pink furrow of her youthful snatch.

She spit at him once again, but he had her where he wanted her, and she was in no position to get back. Pressing down on the pressure points of her thighs made her groan with pain and he pushed forward until the huge swollen head of his monstrous cock was thrusting against her narrow and fleecy gash.

The color rose in her skin, blotchy and hot and she tossed and turned from side to side. But Drew didn't give her a chance to even say another word. With a vengeful forward motion, he lunged down and managed with some difficulty to cram the head of his pecker right inside her vulva.

She screamed out with pain, shuddering against him as he eased his knees off of her thighs and thrust down with all of his might, groaning loudly as he felt his joystick tearing and ripping its way down into the depths of her amazingly tight and juicy pussy.

The narrow walls of her vagina were forced brutally apart as he tunneled down into place, shoving one hard hot inch of meat after another, not even stopping to give her a chance to grow accustomed to the savage pressure of his swollen penis. She groaned as he did, her voice betraying her pain as well as her sinister delight.

He kicked off his trousers, pulled his underpants down right after and now that he had only his shoes and socks on he was really able to work his magic. Not worrying about hurting her, for pain would serve him as much as pleasure would, Drew fell upon the teenager and crushed and pinned her down to the bed, the entire length of his body covering and nearly smothering her.

He stared into her flashing eyes and pushed forward until he could feel the head of his mushrooming tool swelling even more as it hit against her cervix and tipped her womb. A flash of pain made her features contort with agony. And then she slumped back against the pillows, shivering uncontrollably now that he had buried his dong right up to the root and hairy virile hilt.

Not an inch of cock remained out into the open, the entire nine-inch length of his cunt rammer feeling and enjoying the tight wet grip of her virginal snatch. He caught his breath and swayed from side to side, pushing gingerly down against one vaginal wall and then the other as if he was attempting to stretch her cunt out of proportion, or break right through her tender split.

Foam flecked her lips and she was more than just beside herself, groaning loudly as he held himself steady and didn't pull back, his glans burning hot against her cervix and his hairy nuts tickling the tender and as yet unexplored crack between her tight and girlish buns. "Well?" he said again, as if what he had already succeeded in doing now justified getting the truth out of the girl.

"Well what, you fucker?" she snapped, wincing when he pushed down a little more, some of his long wiry pubes actually entering her vulva and scratching the tender pulpy walls of her muff.

"Have it your way, babe," he finally replied and with those words echoing in her ears he drew his sword halfway back and then pistoned it forward again, sliding and scraping his shaft raw as he tunneled back down into the depths of her tight and burning quim. Her cunt was marvelously wet and gripping and he wished the two of them had gone to bed under different circumstances.

But since that was not out of the question, he made it a point to really let go and enjoy himself, not worrying if he was hurting her or not. If anything, a little pain would do her good, he told himself as he rubbed his hairy chest over the knockers and then bent his head down to capture one of her half-erect nipples between his teeth.

He bit down on it gently, yet hard enough to cause her to moan anew from the additional pain. But that didn't stop Drew Livingston. Chewing and biting on her nipples was just the beginning and now he really went at it, hot and heavy, hammering and lunging back and forth and tearing his way in and out of her tight and overly stretched vagina.

He could feel himself hitting against her hips, but her pussy was meaty enough to absorb the shock of his careening and crushing body. He was consuming her, covering her completely with his burly torso and she began to beg him to stop after a few more minutes of bone-jarring cockstrokes.

"Tell me where my niece is," he blurted out, cursing himself for having revealed the truth.

"Your niece, your niece!" she exclaimed, a look of relief coming over her face. It was as if she'd finally believed his story, only to discover with chagrin that she'd been made the fool of, not Drew Livingston. "Oh fuck, oh that's too much, man, your niece!"

Drew was the last person in the world to appreciate the tone in the girl's voice. Annoyed at himself for being so stupid as to tell the teenager who he really was, he reared back and began to jab and pound his penis in and out of her tight and quivering hole. The think pink lips of her blonde-haired snatch gripped the moving sides of his penis and he pulled her legs up higher until he had gotten her to bend her knees over his wide set shoulders.

Half-raised off the bed, he rose up before her, kneeling now and pulling her towards him even as he lashed out with all of his might. There was no stopping him now and he had both of her hands pinned back so that she couldn't go anywhere but where he directed her. And that was towards his sweaty and hairy crotch as he funneled his meaty rod in and out with loud and searing thrusts.

His balls smacked against her upraised buttocks like a swinging fist or a punching bag, hitting her again and again each time he drilled his hard on down between her tight and pain-racked cunt lips. "Yeah, do it, stud, do it good and hard," she said then, her nostrils flaring wide as she seemed to taunt and revile him, daring him to hurt her by what he was now doing to her body.