Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

But they appeared to all be asleep and he turned his back on them, swung sideways and shoved his hips forward, biting down on his lower lip to suppress a groan of pleasure.

Janet was certainly into what she was doing.

Her fingers moved back and forth, fondling and feeling him up, absolutely turned on to what he had gotten her to do. But Drew was not to be satisfied with being merely goosed. He had to have her at the same time and without telling the girl what he had in mind, he finally reached out and pressed his own horny and sweaty hand down between her shapely thighs.

A little whimper of complicity escaped her lips. But she made no move to push his hand away. Rather, she responded as pleasurably as Drew was doing, even going so far as to lean her head on his shoulder.

She closed her eyes, filled with delight and from afar anyone who might have seen them would have smiled at the sight, father and daughter half-asleep and content with each other's company. Nothing however could have been farther from the truth. Dirty old man or not, Drew Livingston knew what he wanted and he was well on his way to getting it, too.

He could feel the soft meaty pad between her legs and he rubbed his hand back and forth grew quickly impatient and sought to yank down the zipper to Janet's fly. "Let me do it for you. It'll be easier that way," she whispered, her eyes aglow with sexual excitement. "And you do it too, as much as you can, dig it?"

"Man, I dig it, all right," he snickered, letting go of her crotch as she eased her band off of his tool, her fingers having felt the entire length of his straining rod, eager to touch it in actuality, not through the covering of his chino trousers.

So as she opened her jeans and unzipped her fly, Drew did precisely the same thing under the blanket. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper to his trousers and then with a minimum of effort and without a telltale flurry of motion, managed to push his slacks down to his knees, his underpants as well.

His crotch was naked, his ass flat on the seat and when he reached over towards the girl's lap once again, he was rewarded with the bristly feel of her naked and palpitating muff. He could have screamed out with delight, right then and there, but held his excitement back, palming her naked and juicy little twat and savoring the way it felt against his trembling fingers.

The little fleecy mane of pubic hair grew up and down over her narrow split, a gash which already was leaking hot oily trickles of cunt juice. She fought to control herself, squirming back and forth on the seat as he palmed her cooze and then slowly rubbed across her paper thin labia before trying to wedge his middle finger right inside her box.

"That's it, oh shit, this is far out, Drew," she giggled under her breath, biting down on her lower lip too as he pushed his finger inquisitively forward, probing the terrain of her naked and trembling twat.

Drew couldn't have been more turned on or delighted, so aroused by what they were doing that he found it hard to believe it was actually happening. The last time he'd had sex like this, in a public place that is, had been years before, on a bus trip to college. He'd gotten a nun to allow him to masturbate her and the experience stayed with him for years.

Now, he was reliving it allover again, except that he was with a teenager, not a mature woman. He pushed his finger down and hit against the small and pulpy pea that was her virginal clitoris, causing her to shudder uncontrollably. He'd triggered the very lodestone of her sexual delight and he tweaked the swollen little morsel of cunt flesh against the tip of his finger, then pushed down until he was fully ensheathed, the entire length of his digit buried into her hot and itching box.

Her hips shoved forward and even as Drew began to finger-fuck her in earnest, Janet slid her hand back over towards his crotch. Just as Rachel had done, just as she had gasped and opened her eyes wide with excitement coupled with awe and disbelief, so did Janet Halston react when her hand came in contact with his hard and straining erection.

She grasped his cock-shaft, unable to even get her hand around it in its wide and thick entirety. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, "up and down, nice and easy." That she did, marveling at the strength of his huge hammer-headed dong. Her fingers slid up and down, her palm rotating over the leaking cap of his pecker and then moving down again until she was able to feel his heavy stones sliding back and forth within his hairy and wrinkled scrotal sac.

Doing this was getting her just as aroused as it was getting Drew. He was having a hard time holding still, his ass bouncing up and down in time to her clutching hand motions. And as she jerked him off, he kept moving his finger in and out, feeling how it was now coated with cunt juice, feeling too how the tight and narrow walls of her snatch were undulating and fluttering against his pistoning finger.

He slid a second finger inside a moment later, eliciting an immediate and heated response. The color had risen in her cheeks and the two of them, were finding it difficult to stop from crying out with pleasure.

Janet kept working her hand up and down, corkscrewing it around his boner so that the heat and pressure of her fingers were slowly but surely getting Drew more and more aroused. But he knew then that he really wouldn't be totally satisfied with just getting a hand-job from this sexy and uninhibited teenybopper.

What he really wanted could be had with a little ingenuity. And so even as he continued to piston and probe his two fingers in and out of her hot and narrow quim, even as she too continued to jack him off with growing expertise and excitement, he leaned over on the seat and whispered into her ear, telling her what he had in mind.

"Man, that's fantastic, sure," she replied once he'd told her the gist of his little scheme, the plan he'd just cooked up in his feverishly working brain.

"Think you really can handle it?" he whispered with a paternal twinkle in his eye.

"Bet your ass I can," she replied, saucy and coquettish as she squeezed his dong with a convulsive tremor of her clutching hand.

He could have kept her fingers glued to his cock for the rest of the flight, but he had something even more arousing on his mind. And so it was that he finally – albeit reluctantly – eased first one and then the other ensheathed and pistoning finger out into the open.

Her cunt lips snapped shut the instant he pulled both fingers free and lifting them up and out of the blanket, he quickly licked them dry, tasting her spicy and pungent vaginal secretions.

Janet finally relinquished her own tight and possessive hold on his manly weapon. She let go of his cock and he moved his hand back under the protective covering of the blanket, pulling his underpants and then his trousers back up around his waist and hips.

He buckled his belt while she attended to her own clothing. And then, once they were suitably dressed once again, he pulled the blanket back having first made sure to position his dong right up along his stomach. Actually, it reached past the waistband of his trousers, but there was no other way to arrange his boner so that it would be any more unnoticeable. As it was, anyone who had their eyes open could easily have seen the way the fly of his chinos was distended with the steely length of his mammoth poker. But the passengers near him as he walked to the rear of the plane were all fast asleep, huddled under their blankets, eyes shut and oblivious to the path he walked between the rows of seats.

Fortunately as well, the stews were in the front galleys, gossiping amongst themselves now that the bulk of their work was finished. So none of them saw the tall and distinguished looking man slip into one of the empty bathroom cubicles, only to be followed moments later by the figure of a long-haired blonde teenage girl.