Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

"Now isn't it better to always tell your elders the truth," he joshed her as she opened her eyes and looked down between his legs, still amazed at the sight of his limp dong, amazed that she had been able to handle it and for as long as she had, as well.

"Man, after what I just went through, I'd tell the truth to you every day of the week. Shit, and you're the chick's uncle? Unreal. What she sees in Rene when she could have you…"

He was thinking exactly the same kind of thoughts and he smiled at her and slid off of the bed, taking her hand so that the two of them moved towards the bathroom together, lost in their own thoughts and post-coital reveries.

The narrow stall shower seemed a perfect place to finish out the morning's adventures. They squeezed inside together without a word and Christine adjusted the faucets so that a steady sharp needle spray of hot water streamed down on top of them.

"Let me do your back, okay," she said with a mischievous giggle.

He was all too willing to let the youngster do whatever she wanted and so he handed her the soap, though she frowned on the wash cloth he made a move to give her. The hand's much better, for sure, he thought to himself as he leaned forward and pressed him palm flat against the wet tile wall, planting his feet solidly on the floor of the stall shower.

His ass stuck out a bit, but it was to his back and shoulders that Christine Pedersen first directed her sudsy and massaging fingers. She used both of her hands at the same time, kneading his wide set shoulders as he rested his head against one outstretched arm, delighted that things were ending on such a pleasant sexual note.

He should have suspected it too, for judging from the way she'd finally gotten off in bed with him she was a girl with truly liberated sexual feelings. Now, she rubbed her hands over his back and then moved them down along his spine, giving him the chills.

He shivered and she giggled hotly, enjoying herself now that the worst was over. If Rene found out, well, she'd deal with it when the time came. But if she knew Rene the way she thought she did, he wouldn't be all that eager to get rid of her, to ask for his keys back, so to speak.

Now, all that mattered was Drew Livingston.

Drew could sense all these things, the way the teenager was getting increasingly aroused and worked up all over again. Her gentle and stimulating touch was certainly having the desired effect on him as well. For by now his cock was once gain showing sighs of hardening allover again, slowly but definitely lengthening and thickening as it hung over his hairy swaying nuts.

Her hands continued to move down, soaping up every inch of his muscular back. He didn't say a word, not wanting to spoil things. But he wondered what she had planned, knowing that this was not to be any ordinary back rub, that's for sure.

He was absolutely correct.

The last thing the girl had in mind was to loosen his muscles. His body was turning her on incredibly and even more so the longer she rubbed her hands over his back. She bent down slightly and managed to wedge her jiggling butt flush against the other wall of the shower stall, for it was that narrow.

Suitably positioned, not likely to lose her balance or slip on the wet sudsy floor, she eased her hands ever downward, wondering if he was getting off on her coolly methodical and slow sensual touch. He was all right, for even then his cock was getting bigger by the minute.

Drew tried to glance back and then turned his head away, letting Christine carryon at her own speed. And that was increasing in tempo the lower she got, now tickling the small of his back before sliding her ten trembling fingers onto the rounded muscular swell of his tense and shuddering buttocks.

"You have a nice ass, Livingston, nice and hard the way a man's butt is supposed to look," she told him as her fingers moved over the rounded contours of his manly rump.

"Thanks for the compliment," he laughed, shivering once again as he felt her fingertips tickling and arousing him. "It's nice to know, for future reference."

Christine didn't reply, getting increasingly preoccupied and turned on by what she was doing, by how she was now calling the shots, not middle-aged Drew Livingston telling her what she could and could not do. The water continued to stream down on them, stimulating his skin and only serving to make him grow acutely aware of how aroused he had fast become.

Now, even as she continued to play with his rump, fondling and toying with his buns, gently squeezing them as if she was interested in observing the play of his gluteus muscles, his cock was responding accordingly.

From the long pink and come-smeared sausage it had appeared to look like when he'd pulled it out of her twat, it had now turned back into the stiff and unwieldy organ she had suffered from when Drew had corn holed the truth out of her.

It bobbed back and forth, arching out above his tingling swaying scrotal sac. But he made no move to touch himself, to lay one finger on his dick. Rather, he was enjoying Christine's sensual touch and attentions and decided it was for her to do with as she might please, not for him to tell her what he wanted.

She couldn't have been pleased more, had he voiced those thoughts to her. Being the aggressive one delighted the hot-blooded and sexy youngster and she massaged his buttocks, marveling at their sheer muscular strength.

But it was not just his ass which intrigued her.

Before she did anything else, she moved her fingers down over his buns to where they joined up with his thighs, his grizzly legs planted before her like twin Godlike pillars of flesh, blood and muscle.

The hairs on his legs were matted down from the flowing water and she bent down a little further and with one hand on each of his legs, squeezed his thigh muscles and tickled the tender sensitive flesh of his inner thighs before moving back up towards his ass.

Only now, she concentrated upon the seductive and as yet unexplored groove between his trembling buttocks. Drew glanced back just as her fingers took hold of his nether globes and pulled them gently yet forcefully back, exposing the dark and hairy crevice between his ass cheeks.

Intrigued beyond words, she stared at his bum furrow, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the brown pitted contours of his puckered anus. Without so much as a word, she bent forward with a sudden twist of her body and Drew moaned with pleasure the instant he felt Christine's tongue sliding down from the small of his back and the top of his anal fissure, down along his furrow until she was licking and sucking on his asshole.

"Ohh baby, you've got a magic tongue. Man, I'm really gettin' into it, the way you're rimming me, eating my ass out," he muttered, thrusting his buns forward so that when they contracted his cheeks appeared to dimple and she could see the folds and creases surrounding his fundament tightening in response.

Her tongue slid down and then back up again, feasting upon his clean and hairy bottom-hole. She pushed it forward, pulled his ass cheeks, even wider apart and slowly but surely his anus began to expand.

The narrow puckered slit dilated until the tip of her tongue was right inside. It wasn't often that Drew got rimmed out, especially by a kid. And how he was totally delighted with what she had thought to do, pushing his buns back and forth and trying to egg her on all the more.

Christine needed little if any encouragement.

Intrigued incredibly, she kept at it, thrusting her tongue down even deeper, trying to wiggle it right inside of his poop. She managed to do it, too and soon enough was sliding it forward, tonguing the dry spongy walls of his manly rump.

"Oh shit, do it, baby," he groaned with delight as he felt her tongue slurping and slobbering around the inner rim of his gaping bottom hole. "Tickle my prostate too, while you're in there."