Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

Her skin was tawny, not quite olive-toned with alabaster highlights which seemed to gleam as her flesh caught the light. And as she bent over her tits swung down, ripe young melons he was eager to pick and fondle and have for his very own.

That what he fully intended to do with Francoise had not been in his scheme of things no longer seemed of any importance. If he was to be ordered about by Martinon, if he was told that he had to wait before seeing his niece, then there was now no reason in the world why he shouldn't take advantage of his "host's" hospitality.

And what, of all the things in the world, could be more hospitable for a man like Drew Livingston than to be presented with a slim teenage morsel, a succulent adolescent girl-child whose slender and virginal figure called out to him with ever-increasing excitement and hot sexual delight.

The stockings soon discarded, they were followed by her plain black leather pumps. And then she hooked her thumbs under the top edge of her garter belt, rather than unsnapping it. She pulled it down until he could see Francoise in all her lush naked beauty, divested of every last article of clothing.

She turned to face him once again, her eyes returning to his most treasured of bodily possessions. Thick hot drools of pre-come had stained the crotch of his briefs and his cock moved noticeably, swaying back and forth, trapped in its tight and confining cotton pouch.

He wondered what she was going to do, but he held his tongue, the silence nearly as provocative, as mood-setting, as everything else she had done since first she had entered the room. And as he watched her with wide and staring eyes she moved back to the bed and nimbly climbed up onto the mattress, moving around on all fours to end up in a kneeling position between his spread-eagled and thickset thighs.

Drew kept staring, all eyes to the plump and inviting triangle of black pubic hair which adorned her mossy twat. He was eager to explore every inch of her juicy little muff, but before he could even tell her what he wanted, she bent down and took hold of the waistband of his briefs.

He stiffened the instant she touched his shorts and as he kept his eyes down she peeled them deftly off. But the instant his swollen pecker jerked out of confinement and arched out at her she seemed to shudder internally, murmuring once again under her breath and opening her eyes even wider than before.

A look of frightened awe and bewilderment passed across her flawless and youthful features. But then she seemed to come to grips with herself and an instant later he was the fond recipient of the girl's hot mouthing grip.

For no sooner had she pulled his underpants all the way down so that at long last the two of them were stark and invitingly naked, when he had seen her head swoop down like a falcon on the prize of his stiff-standing and throbbing member.

Her lips had opened wide and not even using her fingers to clutch onto his hose and guide it between her lips, she had aimed deftly and had managed to stuff his leaking cock-head right into her mouth. He moaned as she gurgled loudly, her lips glued tightly around the bulbous crown of his enormous virile mule-cock.

Despite the way her lips were being stretched, he was totally delighted to note how she accepted his cock as if it was the tastiest object in the world, trying to suck in inch after hot turgid inch of manflesh between her gaping and well stretched lips.

And as she pushed her face down, consuming more and more of his meaty prong, he shivered voluptuously as her tongue skidded up and down, paddling along the entire length of his joystick. She didn't seem to have gag reflex and when the head of his tool, for his cock you must remember was a solid and sturdy nine inches long, as well as a good six in circumference, hit against the back of her throat and bent her tonsils back, she was still able to continue sucking it down.

It passed the back of her mouth and down her gullet and was so far down into her deep throat by the time she was finished that he just couldn't believe it was possible, as if the girl had her clitoris in her throat, able to get sexually aroused just by sucking him off.

A master at fellatio, or a mistress of mouth on his tool she held onto his dick while her nose nuzzled his thick and wiry pubic forest. And as he felt the rushes of warm air fanning his hairy crop, she pulled her head back, dragging her tongue and the bare edges of her teeth all along his tingling shaft.

"Oh shit that's unreal," he murmured, groaning with rising pleasure as she bent her naked body over his crotch, pumping her face up and down and sucking him off as he had never been blown before in his entire life.

It was, he knew, the best blow-job he'd ever received and he thrust his hips eagerly forward, feeling his tool leaking and his glans sliding back and forth down her throat. She didn't even gurgle or pull back, but kept at it with such expertise that he knew what had to be done next.

The moment her fingers took hold of his balls, tickling them with such rare sensuality that his entire body seemed covered with goose bumps of response, he made a move to pull her around, wanting to ravish her twat with the same degree of sexual expertise.

She glanced up and he thought he saw a smile of relief and gratitude cross over her gaping lips. Then, even as she continued to lash her tongue up and down his meaty prong, even as her fingers juggled his balls and tickled his scrotal sac so that he could not help but tremble as if he had the chills or fever, he gently urged her around onto her side.

Her lithe and shapely little body delighted him to no end. Drew could hardly control himself and he grew more impatient with each passing second. Francoise kept at it all this time, sucking and slobbering hotly, seemingly growing more aroused by what she was doing to him.

Finally, he had her body swiveled around so that they were inclined towards each other on their sides, head to toe and toe to head. Lifting up her top thigh, he draped it lovingly over his neck, the warmth of her flesh making his body tingle with heated response.

Immediately, a split-second before he began to plunder her cunt as if he was a bear pawing for honey, the odor of her muff assailed his senses. It was the best perfume in all the world, a honeysuckle scent of musk and spice, pungent and heavy.

Inhaling deeply, he sucked up the attar of her honey pot and thrust out his own long raspy tongue, lashing it eagerly over the hairy crop that adorned her mossy bank. Her body trembled eagerly and he was delighted that she was enjoying his slurping caresses.

Unable to speak, he could only respond to what she was still doing to him by groaning and whimpering, hunching himself back and forth again and again. She never stopped to catch her breath but held his balls prisoner in her clutching fingers while all the while her lips and teeth and tongue frictioned and worked on his darting member.

In and out it went, nearly as arousing as if he was fucking cunt, instead of her mouth. He buried his face down between her thighs and smacked his lips, able to taste the first. Hot drools of vaginal sap which now began to, trickle down in hot profusion.

He drank her cunt juice thirstily and then took hold of the puffy outer flaps of meat which bordered her split. She quivered like an arrow about to be released, slamming her juicy muff right against his burning mouth.

He had waited for just that kind of heated response and now, he didn't waste any time giving her everything he had to offer in the way of oral manipulations and sexual pyrotechnics. Splaying each puffy red lobe of delicious meat back as far as the flesh would stretch, he examined the convoluted folds and creases of pulpy vaginal tissue right inside her vulva.

Farther in, between the familiar and delicate little gristly appendages known as nymphae or labia minorum, the object of his attentions could be seen, un-hooded from its prepuce and straining forward like a narrow little pointing finger.