Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

It was her cunt he thought of in this way and on the verge of totally possessing it in all its succulent glory, he didn't hesitate to wield his own brand of masculine potency, ramming down so that his penis scraped roughly along her burning cunt walls, stuffing itself deeper and deeper into her tender little girl-cunt.

He couldn't speak, nor did he know of any words which would aptly express the kind of intense emotional and sexual feelings he was experiencing at that moment. So he let his actions speak louder than his words, hammering down as more and more cock was fed into the gaping mouth that was her pussy.

"More," she moaned. "All of it, every bit of it. I want it all, all of you!"

He laughed with wild lust and pounded even more savagely, knowing then that she could handle his thick and cumbersome weapon of pleasure. Handle it she most certainly did, not content until he had stuffed the last hard throbbing inches of his penis into place.

Then and only then did she sigh with relief and sink back down against the mattress. He was ensheathed as far as he could, his nuts tickling her upraised bum furrow and his dark and hairy pubic bush completely obscuring her own narrow and fleecy golden growth.

The wide base of his penis was touched as if by licking fingers or tongues of fire, her cunt flaps tightly stretched around it and seemingly holding it down in place. And then her vaginal muscles fluttered and went into action, seconds before he eased back, withdrawing the entire length of his cock, right up to the head.

This he did with swiftness and ease, and with as much fluidity of motion he jerked forward and crammed his hardon back into place. Thus it was he began the work he had set out to perform, pistoning his massive and flaming rod of manflesh in and out of his niece's ripe and juicy little twat.

"I want you this way forever, for always," she moaned then, glancing down as if she still found it hard to believe that she had been able to effortlessly accommodate her uncle's mule-cock, that as well as the fact that it was Drew who had mounted her, who was now fucking her into a state of sexual delirium.

The nightmare of the past month was fading away, never to be remembered again. And in its place, for nature abhors a vacuum in all things, from empty cunts to forgotten memories, her thoughts were filled with the joy of the moment, the pleasure she was experiencing, the wild lusty passions Drew had succeeded in awakening inside of her. Drew smiled and kept at it, hammering in and out with one swift darting stroke of his meaty tool after another. His balls whacked and swung like a fist between his thighs, hitting her ass so that she didn't hesitate to reach down and spread her buns a little farther apart, thus able to soon enough feel his balls actually touching and stimulating her naked asshole.

She did this for a few minutes and then let go, only to slide her hands down along his chest until she was just about able to grab hold of his bucking heaving buns. Drew hunched forward, drawing her up against his crotch and even as he continued to jab away like mad, he was loving the way she fondled his muscular ass cheeks.

Her fingers kneaded his buttocks and she tried to slide down to the hot sweaty groove between his buns. This too was accomplished as he wiggled up closer until he was nearly squatting, resting on the backs of his legs and pulling her cunt down against his meat, even as he continued to lunge back and forth.

"You're doing fine, but this is only the beginning," he told her with a rare smile of complete and total bliss. Everything he had wanted to happen, everything he had wanted from her, she was now giving him and he couldn't have been more aroused or delighted.

So while he kept thrusting his cock in and out of her juicy quim, her cunt muscles lashing again and again in heated fibrillating response, Amy was sliding her eager fingers down along his anal groove, able to feel the tuft of hair at the top of his furrow, that and the wet and wiry pubes which lined his crevice.

She was not content until she was diddling with his asshole and since he was now kneeling, rather than being stretched out on top of her, she was soon able to accomplish what she had set out to do. Her hands pulled his buns apart and the tip of one middle finger rubbed hotly along his puckered bottom-hole.

She couldn't stretch far enough to actually finger-fuck his ass and thus stimulate and tickle his prostate gland, but what she was now doing was even more than Drew had expected. And so his niece continued to palpitate the tip of her inquisitive little finger against the folds and creases which marked his asshole while he, in turn, kept hammering his dong in and out of her quivering twat.

It didn't take very much more of his agile sexual gymnastics for Drew to get her over the hump. Her orgasm came upon her almost as an unannounced guest might arrive at one's home, suddenly there so that she gasped and her eyes bugged out a split-second before the rippling tidal wave of crushing sexuality descended upon her entire body.

She raged like a tigress, her jugs rising and falling as he pressed his lips around them and stuffed as much of her tits into his mouth as he possibly could. Unable to speak, to goad her on, he could only show his response by quickening the tempo of his raging cock-strokes, thus drilling his meat so swiftly that any second it seemed as if the unending friction would cause her box to ignite like two sticks sparking at an Indian campfire.

Her body jolted again and again and she clung to him as best she could, moaning and ranting incoherently, her words of fiery lust igniting his own trigger-like sexual appetites. He too was almost there and he gave in to the needs of his body, wanting to join her and be one with his niece's wild orgasmic response.

And so that too happened a minute or so later.

There was no stopping Drew Livingston and at the moment of release he flung his legs back and crushed her down to the bed, pressing the entire length of his body over her squirming shuddering figure. Forced to relinquish her palpitating grip on his bottom-hole, she now clung to his shoulders as if for dear life.

And then they were joined as never before, the hot gushes of his manly spend soaring out of the flaming head of his deeply buried and ensheathed pecker. The hot gobbets of foamy cream splashed and flooded her twat and she could feel the muscular ejaculations of his pole as easily as he felt the way her cunt muscles quivered and contracted against the entire length of his boner.

The heat of his body flooded her as well and there they were on the bed in a hotel room, in Capri, experiencing the kind of lusty and delirious ecstasy that both of them, uncle and niece. Drew Livingston and Amy Mitchell, had only imagined possible in their wildest erotic dreams.

All that had happened since Amy's encounter with Rene Martinon and Drew's involvement in his niece's affairs, now seemed to be fading into the background, replaced by the wild throbbing job that they were now both experiencing, giving to each other and getting much more than either of them had ever expected in return.

Drew didn't stop to think about what would happen afterwards, now that he had consummated his letch for his lusty and succulent teenage niece. What would happen was no doubt destined, for that, he had always thought, was the way life was.

He couldn't change the shame of things, the tapestry of their mutual fates. But he could certainly try to make sure that the weave of their lives would be joined together, just as they were joined and linked in wild sexual union, unable to stop themselves from screaming out with joyous and triumphant incestuous delight.

She even admitted to participating in four-way group orgies with Rene, the young man whose name was Claude, and Francoise, the four of them engaging in every manner of sexual activities including being lured (or forced, decided Drew) into performing before the men with Francoise.