Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

Either I beat the shit out of him or get the shit beaten out of me, or else I grin and bear it and go along with him, Drew thought to himself. It entered his mind that even now Amy might be being hustled out of the house but he decided to take his chances, knowing as he did that if he'd gotten this far, he could still go further if need be.

"The girl is going to amuse me, you said?" Drew asked, though he certainly didn't have to be told.

"Anyway you think most proper, or interesting, or diverting. She's yours to do with as you wish. Francoise is very accommodating, in every way imaginable. So until dinner, Mr. Livingston," and he got up from his chair and moved towards the door. He said something under his breath and in rapid French to the girl, but Drew unfortunately was unable to hear a word of it.

The next thing he knew the door had once again closed shut and he found himself alone in the bedroom with the young and exquisitely proportioned parlor-maid. For a few minutes he said nothing, watching her as she waited at the foot of the bed, as if she was an android or a robot, waiting to be put to work and set into motion by the very sound of his gruff manly voice.

He felt his quiet was disturbing her and that pleased him. More confused than ever, he couldn't figure out what the fuck was going on, why he was being given Francoise to enjoy, why his niece hadn't been brought to him or he brought to her. And now he had no choice but to make the most of the situation, as uncertain of Martinon's real motives as he was about his own immediate future.

"So you are Francoise," he said in French. The girl nodded her head and the flash of her creamy-white decolletage delighted him to no end.

Despite all that he had gone through, he was still quite prepared to handle the girl, especially when he recalled Martinon's words, the fact that Francoise was most willing to accommodate him in every way imaginable.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"J'ai dix-sept ans," she said in French.

"Seventeen, how perfect," he muttered aloud, pleased with that, doubly pleased because she looked even younger, a slim frail and almost waif-like creature with short curly black hair and almond-shaped dark and penetrating eyes.

Her narrow waist, the tender flare of her hips and the smooth lines of her calves and part of her thighs that he could see, all combined to make him grin, growing more relaxed and thus more aroused with each passing second.

Having waited for what she no doubt felt was a long enough period of time, Francoise now moved around to the side of the bed where Drew's legs hung over. He remained in a sitting position, not moving a muscle. But he didn't have to do anything, either, as he quickly discovered.

No sooner had she moved around to face him, when she dropped down onto her knees. With lowered head and lowered eyes, she reached out with both hands and untied his shoes and then gently eased them off of his feet, reaching under the cuffs of his trousers to pull down his wool socks.

I feel like I'm with a Geisha girl, he thought to himself, though he certainly wasn't turned off by what the young girl was doing. Rather, he found it considerably arousing, for never before – except that incident in the shower – had he had sex with a teenager who had been just as aggressive, if not more so, than himself.

Now, assuming the passive role, as if it was her job to give him pleasure and not the other way around, he watched her intently, his eyes boring down to gaze at the expanse of her breasts, seemingly all but the nipples and aureoles which capped her jugs still hidden from his sight.

His shoes and socks removed, she leaned forward and still holding her tongue, reached for the buckle of his belt. Drew noticed his jacket hung over a chair near the bed and as the girl unbuckled his belt and then quickly and dexterously unzipped his fly, he responded by rapidly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling his arms out of the sleeves.

He tossed it behind him and tensed, watching Francoise as she now began to pull his trousers right off of him, tugging at the cuffs so that he lifted himself up an inch or two so that his slacks could be pulled down off of his hips and ass.

She kept her eyes guarded, still not looking up at his face. His trousers were soon enough crumpled around his ankles and she pulled them completely free and got back to her feet, not giving his crotch a single glance.

Methodically, she smoothed them out and then hung them over the back of the chair where his jacket had been placed. By this time, Drew was getting more and more turned on, both to the girl as well as to this unique and novel situation he was being forced to enjoy. It didn't take much on his part to get into it, that's for sure and now he swung his legs back up on the bed and propped his head and shoulders against the pillows, watching her as she turned back and moved towards him once again.

All this had been done in silence, but it was not silence which greeted him when she happened to glance down at his crotch. For by this time the front of his tight-fitting undershorts were bulging out hotly. The outline of his rigid and amazingly proportioned hardon could be seen in all its grossly swollen entirety and she stopped short and muttered something inaudible in French, her eyes opening wide and her mouth dropping open at the same time.

Needless to say, her reaction delighted him to no end.

He detected the way she was now trembling, almost as if she was in fear. Perhaps the girl wasn't all that experienced after all, he mused, though when he looked up at her and told her to get undressed, she nodded her head and immediately did as he had said.

He was all eyes as she rapidly disrobed, having become increasingly savate in his passions with each passing second. The bump on his head, the way he had been treated up to now, all goaded him into taking a kind of revenge on Francoise and he knew that he wouldn't hesitate to get his way and enjoy himself to the full, even if she had any objections to the contrary.

But for the time being she said nothing in the way of a refusal, pulling the bodice of her uniform down off of her tits so that he was suddenly rewarded with the dangling swaying display of her hot naked jugs, straining out at him and causing Drew to drool with feverish sexual hunger.

You bet your ass I'm gonna make the most of this, buddy boy, he thought to himself, as if Mattinon was still in the room.

Now, as he ogled Francoise's tawny knockers, loving the way her jugs bore the fruit of wide dark-pink aureoles and long turgid nipples he couldn't wait to savor for his very own, she pushed her uniform all the way down and stepped out of it.

Nothing could have been more therapeutic for the pain in the back of his head than to be able to stare with open delight and lusty excitement at the girl's naked pussy. Bordered by the black satin of her garter belt and black mesh stockings, it was a fitting jewel set in an ebony-hued crown and he intended to take advantage of everything it had to offer.

Even as she unsnapped her garter belt and began to peel down her nylons, still maintaining her silence, he was all eyes to her cooze, the black-haired vaginal triangle making his eyes bug out with frantic pleasure.

Her slim carriage and youthful appearance, coupled with her marvelously arousing box, all combined to get his blood boiling and he felt his cock straining anew, pushing out at the crotch of his undershorts so that the waistband of his briefs were actually pulled away from his body, his hairy pubic thicket now made visible as the young French girl peeled down one black mesh stocking and then the other.

Drew could just about see the narrow pink flaps which bordered her trench. Her mossy triangle was thick, though cropped small. Yet its very luxuriant growth, her pubic hairs all curly and thickly sown, pleased him to no end.