Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

Fortunately, neither Francoise nor the young man who'd opened the door for Drew earlier, were anywhere to be seen. Rapidly, Amy stuffed a few things she wanted to take with her into a canvas tote bag and then, by the back stairs, the two of them crept out of the house as silently and stealthily as possible.

But by the time they'd gotten back to his hotel room, she was already experiencing the first symptoms of drug withdrawal. It was thus that Drew once again demonstrated his quick thinking. Contacting an old friend he'd known through business dealings, he was recommended to a private sanitarium less than an hour's drive outside of Paris.

Amy was nearly wild and beside herself by the time they arrived at dusk, but a sedative was quickly administered and the necessary formalities taken care of. He then placed an overseas call to his sister and brother-in-law, not telling them of the drug problem but explaining that all was well and that he'd be returning to the States with Amy at the end of the month, giving as an excuse the fact that he felt she needed a little more time to pull her head together, so that he was going to take her on a tour of Italy prior to returning home.

Had his niece been on heroin for longer than the three weeks or so Rene had given her the drug, the cure would have taken that much longer. But she was yet to build up a tolerance to high dosages and so her habit was not as heavy as Drew had first feared when he'd seen the needle marks on her arms.

Thus, a little more than three weeks later he picked her up at the sanatorium, took care of the bill and helped her into the front seat of the car he had rented during his European stay. She looked worn and tired, but other than that he had great confidence that the worst was over.

He drove south, knowing that a week in the Mediterranean sun would do both of them good after their long and grueling ordeal. It was on this drive that he was able to piece together the parts of the story he as yet hadn't figured out.

Much he knew already, how Amy had met Rene in Paris, how he had wined and dined her and ultimately seduced her, how she had turned on with him, then snorted coke and then had had her first intravenous hit of heroin. After that, she said it was all a blur, that she'd stayed at Fontenay with him, that he provided her with the drug while she provided him – as well as the young man who had hit Drew over the head – with as much sex as they demanded of her and at all hours of the day.

Instead of shying away, she shoved her buns down so that he could feel the strong muscular contraction of her sphincter ring against the tip of his index finger. Thus, he palpitated her anus even as he ate out her cunt, slowly but surely loosening her muscular restraint until her perianus was totally loose and relaxed.

And when that was accomplished, he thought nothing of gently inserting his index finger right inside her tight and boyish ass. Ever so slowly, taking care not to hurt her with his fingernail, he pushed forward and her anus began to expand, the folds loosening and opening under the insistent pistoning pressure of his trembling digit.

He kept at it, not stopping until he had managed to cram the entire length of his finger right up her tight dry poop. The spongy yet resilient walls of her virginal asshole twitched against his finger and he eased it back and forth, never all the way out, listening to her groans of joyous and delirious sexual bliss.

His tongue and finger made contact along the taut divisional membrane, that narrow septum which separated her anus from her vagina. He licked her cooze and finger-fucked her ass until his mouth was filled with more juice than he could swallow in one gulp. He'd held himself back until he had collected a goodly amount of her delicious juices and now, with three eager gulps, he swallowed the reservoir of musky fluid he had collected inside of his mouth.

Content to continue at this pace for as long as necessary, Drew was thus doubly pleased when a few minutes later his niece began to beg him to fuck her, or to at least allow her to return the favor by sucking on his huge and throbbing member.

"Oh please, please, do it, do it and I'll come. I'll make you come forever, I swear it, Drew," she grunted, shuddering more violently against his face, her legs kicking out and her thighs scissoring around his thick bull neck.

It was all he needed to hear.

He was not about to take his time any further, for any second and his body would have its way and he'd have wasted an abundant hot load of gismo Drew hadn't jerked off for the past week, saving up his come for the night when he and Amy would have it out together.

And that night had now arrived, their passions making each of them bum with an ungodly fire. So delirious was he as well as Amy by this time that he ripped his finger out of her asshole in a flash. And then he almost reluctantly removed his tongue from the wet surging cavern that was her youthful muff.

She wanted him now and he was not about to deny her anything in the world, especially the gift of his straining and oversized penis. So he finally eased his head away from her overheated box, shaking with pleasure as he rose up before her wide and staring eyes.

The sight of his massive boner got her going all over again and in a flash she had pulled her legs up over the side of the bed, stuffing the pillows under her ass and waiting for him with her thighs spread-eagled and her box lifted up at a fetching and penetrable angle.

He couldn't have done it better himself and told her so, even as he moved up onto the bed, consumed by passions which knew no bounds. No words were needed now to express what both of them were feeling.

Their flesh burned and they shuddered before each other, naked and waiting. Drew crouched before her tawny thighs and held his cock as one would hold an offering, that or a dagger suddenly unsheathed. It was aimed at her golden-haired vagina and one second he was unmoving and the next second he was bustling with activity.

He held his cock down and thrust agilely forward, not needing a map to guide him down to the very source of his long-wanted pleasures. The mushroom cap that was in reality the need of his enormous pole pressed down against her dilated split. Inside, her vulva seemed to widen and expand involuntarily, her body needing this as much on a conscious mental level as it did unconsciously. Amy was frozen with anticipation, all eyes to this uniquely unprecedented display of virility.

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Drew was her uncle. And Drew was also the kind of man she'd always dreamed of having an affair with, of being lovers with. And Drew was also a guy who had the biggest fucking cock she had ever seen in her entire life, either in books or skin-flicks or in actuality.

Nothing about him was disappointing, not in the least. And so she was avid with expectation, squirming like a trapped fish as he pushed his leaking blood-engorged glans down against the opening of her cunt. Her outer flaps gave way under the considerable battering pressure of his arm of manflesh.

Amy didn't even have to splay them wide, for his glans did the trick her fingers might have also performed. They were pulled apart so that without too much difficulty, her cunt more elastic than he'd first imagined, he was soon enough able to fit the head of his rampant and straining organ right down into her vulva.

He stopped short for a fleeting second, allowing her to grow accustomed to the dimensions of his massive nine-inch cunt-rammer. Her box was marvelously wet and clinging and he rubbed his glans over the tender morsel that was her clit, eliciting an immediate and heated response on both their parts.

Cunt juice squirted suddenly up around the engorged opening of her vagina and she pushed forward, wanting more and telling him exactly that. Not a man to deny Amy pleasure, as has already been stated on numerous occasions, he pushed forward, easing his meaty rod down into the one place he had always felt it most rightfully belonged, the place designed for it and it alone.