Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

So it was actually no great triumph or surprise to him that the dark-haired teenybopper was being so receptive. Despite her passivity, she wasn't stopping him and he had all the moves at his disposal, knowing exactly how to turn her on and keep her aroused until he was up there with her, the two of them enjoying the fruits of each other's physical presences.

His other hand went into action then and ever so gently and carefully, almost as if she was a china or porcelain figurine that could be easily damaged, he eased her back against the love seat and swung around, resting precariously on the edge of the cushion and using both hands to work on her tits.

Her eyes were half-closed, but that didn't matter to him at the moment. If the girl's parents were due to arrive, he was certain she would have said something to that effect. But since she had remained silent, he gathered that privacy was not something he had to worry about for the time being, at least.

With growing confidence he plied his craft, the seduction of hot-blooded adolescent girls being his stock in trade. This was his metier, his element and he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Both hands swiveled delicately yet stimulatingly around her jugs, palming them and tweaking each stiff and turgid young nipple.

He could feel them swelling beneath her blouse and as he held onto one of her tits, he used his other hand to rapidly unbutton Rachel's blouse. Her silence was a bit unnerving, but perhaps she was more nervous than he realized.

But whatever she was thinking, whatever was going through her mind, he knew for sure that she was getting increasingly aroused, turned on by his sexual pyrotechnics. Almost without her being aware of it he had her blouse undone and at the moment he pulled it out of confinement from her skirt, peeling it open like parting the layers of a blossom, she jerked against the back of the love seat and gasped with a sound of surprise.

"Wait," she muttered half-convincingly.

"It's all right," he whispered. "If Amy can do it, why can't you?" With these words of what he hoped would be a kind of rationalization and small comfort, he opened her blouse up slowly. Her cheeks were splotched with a blush of confusion. But at the sight of her gloriously naked boobs, Drew knew that he couldn't hold back or stop himself any longer.

Her ripe tender jugs were buoyed up by their own firm resiliency, rising and falling gently in time to her labored breaths. The aureoles looked prickled with goose bumps around the perimeter and capping each of her cone-shaped beauties were stiff and ruby-red nipples, their tips rounded and smoothed off.

He plucked them between his thumb and index finger, then spit into the palm of his hand and rubbed his slobber over one nipple and then the other, lubricating them so that his hand glided over her jugs, fondling and arousing her even more.

Her whimpers grew more insistent and demanding and the moment he caught her glancing down again at his bloated crotch, the moment she seemed to instinctively and involuntarily thrust her hips forward in a demanding coital love-gesture, he knew she was his, that it was time to give her the full treatment and not hold anything back.

Hopefully, success would result in additional knowledge about Amy's whereabouts, as if he would gain her confidence through giving her physical pleasure and thus learn what had really happened to his seductive niece.

With this aim first and foremost in his mind, aside from his own sexual release that is, he kept at it, growing more confident of himself and more certain that Rachel was willing and able to do whatever he would propose.

He said nothing to her, rubbing his hands over her melons before sliding off the love seat. He knelt right between her legs, pleased when she opened her thighs so that he could edge right up against her. And then, with lowered head, he started doing a job on her knockers the likes of which he hoped she'd never enjoyed before.

An expert at tit-sucking, he worked with maddened fervor, teasing each nipple until it responded and grew even stiffer and more swollen from his oral caresses. His lips glued themselves to her jugs, one hand working on one tit while he mouthed the other hot and surging mammary.

"Oh, oh shit, oh no, shit," she kept mumbling in confusion. Yet she still made no attempt to stop him as he slobbered more aggressively, supping on her ripe tender knockers.

His lips were fastened tightly around one nipple and then the other. He frictioned down with the edges of his front teeth, using his tongue at the same time to lick and slurp across every inch of her hot young boobs. He could have gone on like this for hours, but he knew that time was of the essence, not wanting to be caught red-handed should one of Rachel's parents arrive home unexpectedly.

So once he had done justice to her girlish and succulent mounds, his tongue began to traverse her body, licking down along her chest, even as his fingers continued to pull and toy with her boobs. He tasted a thin layer of salty sweat along her skin and he could feel her heart beating rapidly, prime indicator of her rising excitement and youthful desire.

He intended to give her everything she wanted, even if she didn't know she wanted it, not yet at least. Accordingly, kneeling there between her thighs, he tongued down to the slit of her navel, probed its puckered folds and pulled her lower until she was slouching down and her skirt had risen up towards her bare and dimpled knee caps.

His hands slid down and then began to move up along her calves, inching higher, caressing her bony flat knees and then gliding up along the warm resilient flesh of her shapely thighs. Rachel panted more loudly and openly and made no move to prevent him from continuing his torrid sexual advances.

The silence was almost an additional stimulant, turning Drew on even more than ever. He rubbed his hands up her thighs and used his tongue to slide along the waistband of her skirt, actually dipping right underneath it. He couldn't feel the elastic ringing the waist of her panties, but he knew she had them on and tried sliding his tongue down even farther.

She shivered against him and he edged her skirt up, baring more and more of her olive-hued thighs. And then with a sudden savage gesture which left her relatively breathless, he hoisted her skirt like a billowing sail, pulling it up around her waist and thighs.

He didn't care that she had failed to respond, to lift her butt off the couch so that he could push her skirt completely up around her waist. For he was still able to see what he had waited for. Now, it was all he could do to contain himself.

He wasn't anxious now, unless of course Rachel Strauss was a teenage tease, a cockteaser who would put a stop to his advances just when he was ready to consummate his lusts. He hoped that wouldn't be the case for as in the past, he'd discovered that in those kind of situations he reverted to more animalistic and demanding behavior, getting his way even if his teenage sex mate was no longer interested in finishing what he had started, namely, allowing him to ball her.

Hopefully, Rachel was not of that odious adolescent breed.

Praying that things would go his way, he now stared with open-eyed delight. He had a perfect bird's-eye view of the tightly stretched slip that was her pink nylon panties, able to see the dark and arousing shadow of her tender young muff, visible behind the front of her undies.

And even more than that allusive and revealing shadow, he could see the V-shaped depression of her muff, that and the way her twin outer cunt lips seemed puffy and rounded as two tiny sausages bordering her split.

Certain as well that the crotch of her bikini briefs appeared to be damp with what he knew was cunt juice and not urine, he bent his head down and started using his tongue to lick across the front of her undies.