Before he even could take the time out to stare at her cunt, to gaze at it with delight and sexual excitement, he pitched forward and rammed his tongue down, right between what he now caught a fleeting glimpse of, her pink and smooth-edged cunt lips.
Attacking her box with suddenness had the desired effect and she gave herself totally to him, not stopping him or preventing him from eating her out, not in the least. Immediately, his tongue dug right inside and only then, only when he tasted her pungent secretions against his taste buds, did his hands fly up to stroke her wet and slippery outer folds of vaginal tissue.
Her cunt lips were even thicker than he'd imagined and he held onto them as best he could, letting her kick her legs out tremulously so that her panties finally slid down past her knees to a fall in a crumpled heap around her ankles. He didn't even notice her kicking them completely off her legs, he was so absorbed.
But then she spread her shapely thighs even wider apart as he dug in and started slobbering like a maniac. Holding onto her juice-smeared flaps, he began to ease them back, peeling them apart like the ripe fruit of a fig, laying bare the pulpy wet secrets of her hot and shuddering vulva.
The raw naked flesh of her youthful mount consumed him and he groaned with delight, palpitating her box with the tip of his stiffened and outstretched tongue. And once he had succeeded in splaying her cunt lips as far back as her flesh would allow, he now had a chance to examine her cunny in more detail.
Even as he licked circles around the creases and wet slippery folds of her pulpy vulva, he was exploring as heatedly with his eyes, taking in each and every detail of her tender love mound. Her honey-pot was marvelously tight and girlish, the sparse triangle of black hair which adorned her mons all shiny and glistening with dewdrops of musky vaginal juice.
He lapped thirstily and swallowed her abundant and free-flowing secretions, enjoying the way she was bouncing up and down on the love seat, thrusting her hips forward and actually trying to ram her cunt right down his throat. That, needless to say, was exactly the way Drew Livingston liked his young teenage bedmates to behave, open about their pleasure, telling him what they wanted so that he would be able to give them everything their hearts desired.
But what he desired he was yet to reveal.
He had not so much as touched himself all this time, concentrating upon arousing Rachel Strauss and trying to ignore the feverish throbbing pressure of his unrelieved hard on. It tore against his fly and he leg go of one of her cunt lips and reached down, quickly rearranging his crotch so that his cock had a little more room to breathe, so to speak.
Then he reached up again and took hold of her juicy outer lip, held it as far back as its mate and examined the interior of her muff. Farther inside he could make out the gristly set of inner cunt lips, drooping down on either side right near the opening that led down into the depths of her as yet unexplored vagina.
He was more than just intrigued, for right between them, still hooded and unrevealed, lay her clitoris, a sleeping little unopened blossom. He knew how to make it unfurl and display itself though and using the tip of his tongue the way a teacher uses a pointer, he touched the prepuce of her clitoral shaft and licked up and down, eliciting from the teenager an immediate and heated response.
"Do it, do that again," she murmured and he did just that, tonguing her clit until the hood of foreskin-like flesh slid back and the shiny juice-smeared tip of her clitoris bobbed out in plain view. With a forward lunge, he threw himself against her hairy twat and pressed his parted lips around her clitoris, sucking it up into his mouth in all its lim and girlish entirety.
His teeth and tongue attacked it at once, exerting pressure and simulative friction, even as he sucked in his cheeks and held it inside of his mouth. The result of all these clitoral attentions was obvious enough.
Rachel rocked back and forth, moaning hotly, hissing between her teeth. A fresh gush of musky sap dribbled down the undulating walls of her rapidly heating muff and he let go of her clitoris at long last and rammed his tongue down into her dark and sopping wet vagina as far as it would go.
Immediately, her cunt muscles went into action, pressing down against his probing pistoning tongue, trying to clench and hold onto it as he jabbed it in and out, imitating the motions his cock would soon – so he hoped and prayed – be duplicating once he had gotten her too turned on to be able to stop him.
Eating her out had definite advantages, enabling him to judge the width of her box, realizing that he would have more than just a little difficulty housing his meaty pecker inside of her tight and narrow pussy.
He tried to loosen her up, to get her vaginal walls to expand by pressing his tongue back and forth against them. And when this didn't work, he thought nothing of sliding his middle finger right inside of her muff, alongside of his probing darting tongue.
"Ohh shit, do it, more, yes, it's so good, so fucking good," she whimpered, shaking fitfully as she felt the combined pressure of his tongue and stabbing digit.
And then, once he had gotten her accustomed to this, he eased his tongue out and pushed her butt up off the cushion of the love seat. Drew still probed her cunt with his finger, but now he eased a second one inside, scissoring his two fingers against and around her clitoris and then poking in and out of her palpitating vagina.
The two fingers opened and closed, exerting considerable tactile pressure against the walls of her vagina. They were beginning to widen as he edged his tongue down past the lowest edge of her muff, knowing exactly where he was headed next.
Satisfied that she was his for the time being, satisfied that once he had given her a kind of sexual pleasure, a kind of orgasm he could tell she had never before experienced – for he encountered no cherry barring the path of his tongue, needless to say – she would reveal what she knew about Amy's whereabouts, he kept at it, not about to stop.
His tongue dipped down past her muff, licking up the shiny trickles of cunt juice which had oozed down out of her pussy to dribble along her inner thighs. He tried to reach her asshole then, able to see and feel the beginning of her bum furrow, her ripe olive-complected buttocks as firm and juicy as the rest of her hot-blooded and lush young body.
Rachel, he thought, seemed to sense what he was up to. For even as his two fingers continued to probe and piston in and out of her tight girlish quim, trying to get her muff to expand so that eventually he would be able to house his cock inside without difficulty and with impunity, she now lifted her legs up and pushed her butt towards his sucking mouth.
He had to hold her legs up with one hand though until he made contact. Too bad I don't have a dildo or something to stuff up her snatch, he thought to himself, for it was difficult doing all these things at the same time.
Nevertheless, he was quite resourceful and managed to succeed where others might have failed and given up. His two fingers jabbed in and out of her pussy even as he now was able to gently spread her buns apart, just far enough so that his outstretched tongue could work its way right between them.
Her anal groove was damp and sweaty, exuding a slightly sour but not unpleasant odor of excrement. The gaminess of her poop only turned him on all the more and he pulled her swarthy buns farther apart as she shoved forward, finally enabling him to get at her puckered asshole.
This he could see was all tight and pink, much narrower in appearance than the conformation of her juicy quim. The slit of her unopened bottom-hole intrigued him mightily and Drew was a man who accepted life's challenges, this being a lesser one but one he was not readily able to ignore.
He stuck his tongue out, lashing it over the swirl of perianal folds which surrounded her virginal asshole. She was whimpering and mewling with delight, hissing too between her thick sensual lips. He knew she would love to get rimmed and probably hadn't enjoyed the sensation too many times in the past, if at all.
And that was what he did to her and for her, ramming his tongue forward even as his fingers continued to plunge and dart like little broncos, sliding their way in and out of her succulent box. He pushed his tongue forward and ever so slowly her anus began to loosen and eventually expand, allowing him to enter right inside her poop-shute.
He kept at it, feeling the dry slickness of her anal walls, using his tongue like a battering ram and piercing her fundament within another minute or two. And once his tongue was inside her heinie, once it was lapping and slurping in and out of her rump, tickling and stimulating her rectal walls, he knew that the moment he had waited for was nearly at hand.
He had no idea of how much time had passed since he'd rang the doorbell, how much time had passed since he had first pressed his hot and thickly sensual lips around her knockers. But she didn't seem to be in a rush or to be hassled about time, her impatience the impatience of a youngster who was no doubt more aroused and horny than she'd ever been in her young life.
Pleased with himself and his way with the youngster, delighted that she was as turned on as he was, he continued to eat out her ass and finger-fuck her cunt, even going so far as to plunge yet a third finger down into the clenching rippling depths of her overheated and itching cooze.
"Oh do that, more, please, oh anything. Shit, so fucking far out, so fucking good," she panded, corkscrewing her hips from side to side as he plunged his three fingers in and out of her cunt and ate out her ass with everything he had at his immediate physical disposal.
He refused to stop until he heard her begging and that was exactly what happened a minute or two later. Obviously, he'd gotten her to the point where she couldn't help herself, to the point when she needed what he had to offer by way of orgiastic persuasion and stimulation, namely what was most ideally suited to do the task, his cock and nothing else.
All this time his cock had remained tumescent, so much pre-come drooling out that his crotch felt slippery and damp, clammy and rather uncomfortable, at that. But now, a minute or so later, he heard the words he'd been waiting for ever since he'd started seducing the teenager.
"No, no more. I… I can't. Oh shit, I'm gonna come, Mr. Livingston," she babbled, shuddering against him as his tongue ripped in and out of her anus, able to feel the pressure of his three fingers on the other side of the taut divisional membrane, the septum which divided her vagina from her rectum.
He eased first his tongue back then until the rim of her asshole snapped shut and then he lifted his head up from between her legs, staring into her eyes. She was panting, her features contorted with excitement, almost about to lose her balance and hurtle into the pit of her climax.
But before this could happen, he ripped his fingers out of her vagina, knowing that now it was his turn to enjoy the fruits of her body and the fruits of his sexual efforts. She could tell what he had in mind, even before he got slowly to his feet.
Rachel Strauss leaned back against the love seat, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her blouse opened and her panties lying alongside of her chunky shoes. She was gasping, her tits rising and falling like a metronome as he stood in front of her and quickly removed first his shorts and then began to unbutton his oxford cloth shirt.
Her silence did not disturb him in the least.
He knew that she was quivering internally, desperately in need of a climax as a result of his heated sexual attentions, as hungry for an orgasm as a junkie was for a fix. In a sense, he was as addicted to sex in general as she was now addicted to finishing what he had started, i.e. coming and coming like she had never come before.
Of the latter there could be no doubt, for Drew was perfectly equipped to handle Rachel, perfectly suited to turn her on and satisfy her in a way she had never known before. It was an adventure of sorts, an exploration into the workings of her body she had not yet experienced until now.
Thus, he did not expect to hear her mouthing any words of objections, any platitudinous cock-teasing phrases he had occasionally and annoyingly heard in the past, such as, "I can't," or "some other time," or the like. No, he was not to meet with refusal or unsatisfied libidinal urges.
Rachel was as hot for him as he was for her and the teenager responded to his casual disrobing by pulling her blouse off and then pushing her skirt completely off. She kicked off her shoes and was now stark and completely naked, utterly at his disposal and his beck and call.
But this was a give and take, not an act of selfishness in the least. If anything, Drew had been more than giving, having never pressed his own needs upon the youngster. He hadn't, for example, forced her or even suggested that she reciprocate his cunniligual caresses by going down on him and sucking him off. He hadn't asked her to rim out his hairy asshole the way he'd so willingly rimmed out her own tight and pink little poop-shute.
So now, it was with the utmost confidence – if not calmness – that he took off his clothes. Her nudity filled his sight and his eyes were opened wide and unblinking, delighted by her lush naked body. She was as young as his niece, sixteen or seventeen years of age, still with a look of unblossomed innocence.
That was the look which aroused him most of all and he was able to picture the two of them caught up in the throes of their sexual union even before he had taken off all of his clothing. He removed his shirt and then kicked off his wingtips, his fingers moving to rapidly unbuckle his slim alligator belt.
Drew certainly was enjoying himself, enjoying as well the look of unabashed sexual excitement he saw in her eyes. He would take his pie and eat it too, as the saying goes, getting his rocks off and finding out more about his niece's whereabouts at the same time.
Nothing could have pleased him more.
Rachel sent out an aura of sexual magnetism and as she openly admired his hairy manly chest he unzipped his fly and pushed his tweed slacks down off of his waist and hips. He stepped out of them, displaying the way the front of his under shorts were swollen and tented out with the as yet unrevealed length of his massive boner.
She let out a little gasp of surprise and delight, having not expected him to be as well equipped as he obviously was. Pleased with her delight, feeling delight himself, he moved towards her, hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts so that when he was less than a foot away from where she was leaning back on the love seat, he snapped the elastic loudly and peeled his briefs down with a display of raw and savage bravado.
Like a jack-in-the-box his meaty phallus sprung out into the open, its great crimson eye unveiled, a ripe plum-shaped fist all sticky and glistening with his abundant pre-seminal secretions. The huge organ strained out at about a forty-five degree angle from his lean and hairy stomach.
Slapping from grizzly thigh to grizzly thigh were his heavy and pendulous nuts, so filled with cream that they threatened to explode like an overfilled helium balloon. "Jesus H. Christ," she murmured with incredible awe. "How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that… that baseball bat of yours, Mr. Livingston?"
"Where there's a will there's a way," he snickered merrily, delighted and determined that he would have his way with her. Accordingly, he reached out and took hold of one of her hands, gently easing her off the love seat. Six inches around and even wider at the massive blood-engorged glans, his poker was a veritable salami, standing out at exactly nine ripe meaty inches.
He had measured himself as recently as a year ago, though with all the fucking he did, one would think his tool would only grow larger as a result of its constant (or just about) use. But it had remained the same size since his eighteenth birthday, he recalled with a self satisfied grin, pleased that he had had the right combination of genes, for few girls and women he had gone to bed with in the past had ever been able to get enough of his dick once he had given them a trial run.
Unfortunately, though he would have loved to entertain Rachel at his apartment, taking his time whereas now he had to rush a little, he knew that he was leaving for Europe and would be unable to see her, at least until he returned to the States.
Make it a good one, ole boy, he told himself as he helped her down onto the living room carpet. She stretched out and because of the massive and considerably unwieldy dimensions of his phallus, he reached for a throw pillow decorating the couch, telling her to shove it under her rump as she would have done with a pillow had they made in bed together and not on the floor.
This she did without a fuss, though she seemed unable to stop staring at his huge straining dong. He was confident he would be able to house it inside of her tight and tender split, knowing that he had the technique at his disposal, that it was just a matter of timing and delicacy.
Her ass and pussy now raised up invitingly, her tender jugs flattening out somewhat as she lay on her back, he stooped down and knelt between her thighs. Then, keeping one eye on her cunt as if he was almost afraid it would vanish before he had a chance to enjoy it fully, he took hold of her legs and lifted them up, instructing her to lock her ankles as tightly as she could around his wide muscular back.
Straining forward, she managed to do this without too much difficulty. Positioned in front of her, he pulled her up a little closer so that his cock now rubbed back and forth between her legs, tickling her juicy crimson gash.
Rachel Strauss held her breath, not believing that he would be able to stuff his enormous mule-cock between her legs. But Drew was a man who always got his way in all things and he was totally convinced of the ease with which the act would be brought to fruition and success.
Now that he was ready, as was the girl, he took hold of his throbbing hardon and brought it down, directing the leaky bulbous head of his cock right up against her narrow vaginal furrow. She held her breath, all eyes to the delicate operation.
Drew pushed himself gently forward. He was resting on his knees, knowing that at least initially this position was the best one to use, the easiest one he knew whereby he would be able to horse himself completely and right up to the root.
Holding his cock as steadily as he could, feeling the way the blue veins were braiding his shaft, prominently visible and pulsating with the blood which flowed within his huge red-hot tool, he pushed himself an inch closer until his glans was rubbing back and forth against her juice-smeared vaginal furrow.
The outer lips seemed to flutter and dilate a mere inch, hardly enough room for him to ram his prong down into the depths of her tight and succulent quim. "Pull your lips back as far as you can, Rachel," he said in a hoarse and breathless voice, barely able to control himself now that he was getting so close to success.
She reached down, following his careful instructions to the letter. Her slim piano fingers caught hold of each ripe puffy red cunt lip and she peeled them back with impunity, her gesture far more confident than when he'd first taken hold of her outer cunt lips. Her vulva was glistening as was the head of his cock and once she had opened her trench for his delight, inspection and delectation, he didn't hesitate to thrust himself forward, his weight centered on his hips.
The head of his tool pushed down, cramming its way right inside of her hot wet vulva. She winced, but didn't stop him, moaning and thrusting her hips forward as he kept on exerting pressure all along the shaft of his battering ram.
Slowly the head of his cock tunneled its way forward, stuffed inside of her vulva. It pressed down against her clit, frictioning along it and making her shudder with joyous sexual delight. He let her grow accustomed to the considerable pressure, for he was certain by her actions that she had never handled a cock as large as the one that rose out from between his thickset and muscular thighs.
Swaying from side to side, he waited a few more seconds and finally she nodded her head, knowing that she was ready for more. It was as if her cunt was a mouth, gobbling down his tool, capable of swallowing only so much cock-meat at a time or else she would choke on it.
But he had the patience of a saint and he eased himself forward as slowly and gently, as carefully as he could. And as he did so, his cock began to burrow down into her pussy, pushing itself along her vaginal walls, the head of his tool sliding past her vulva and on into her snatch.
She bit down on her lower lip, but made no motion for him to stop. He could feel her cunt walls being pulled apart, stretched taut in order that his shaft might fill her box as it had never been filled before.
This he knew as certainly as he knew his name and he went at it with a vengeance, keeping his eyes directed down between his legs considerably intrigued – as well as turned on – by the sight of his penis moving deeper and deeper into her pussy. It kept inching forward disappearing by degrees.
The outer lips of her cunt, thick, smooth edged and puffy earlier, were now pressed tight and thin, changing around the rounded sides of his manly poker. She was gasping, her tits undulating up and down the deeper he moved his pecker and he didn't stop, knowing that he would make it, just as he had known before he'd even started.
"Okay?" he whispered, pleased when the nubile teenybopper nodded her head up and down with vigorous affirmation. He smiled and thrust a little more forcefully, wincing as his shaft was being rubbed raw all along the length it had traveled.
But those flickering sensations of pain meant nothing to him. It was the raw lusty pleasure of the conquest that counted and he kept at it like a man obsessed, hunching forward, sweat dripping down his sides and chest and his balls smacking back and forth between his thighs as he kept on piercing her muff to the quick.
He had almost two inches left to give her when she groaned and he felt the head of his cock tipping her womb. But now he couldn't stop and with a last and almost desperate lunge, he plowed into her until he could go no further.
His cock was just about hidden from sight, just the very base of his prong visible between his shuddering thighs. She was groaning, convulsing in front of him as if she was having a fit, her eyes opened wide and unblinking now that he had given her all that he had to offer.
"Oh God, God so much so fucking much, but do it, hurry and do it before they come home. Make me come, make me come, Livingston!" she cried out, straining and gripping his wide set and burly shoulders with both of her hands.
It was time to really let loose and confident she could handle it, confident that nothing now stood in the way between him and his orgasm, Drew began to slide his legs back so that he would be able to really hammer his battering ram of a cock in and out with the least bit of difficulty and effort.
He held himself steady, his joystick still deeply ensheathed. Despite the lack of room, the way his shaft fit her cunt like a glove, frictioning roughly along her vaginal walls, her muscles still were able to fibrillate against his pole.
He savored their lusty contractions and finally reached the new position. His palms were flat on the floor on either side of her, his legs stretched back behind him and his dong buried up to the hairy hilt, deep within her cunny.
His glans rubbed against her cervix and she was once again mew ling like a kitten, tossing about on the floor as he eased his tool almost all the way back, stopping when just his glans filled her vulva. Then, with a sudden flurry of motion, he rammed his prong home, scraping it down and hitting into her cunt with the force of a steam hammer.
The pistoning stroke set her in motion and she moaned and ranted with delight, clinging to him as he now began to do his job in earnest. He rammed in and out, one hot lightning-fast stroke after another, his balls keeping time to his rhythmic strokes as they slapped back and forth against her upraised buns, tickling her anal furrow each time he slammed his dong home.
With lowered head and extended tongue, he started working on her tits at the same time, licking them eagerly and agilely, sucking her nipples up into his hot slobbering mouth even as he kept on hammering his penis in and out of her tight and burning quim.
The fit was so exquisitely close, so fractioning and tight, that he could hardly see straight. By this time, after not more than a dozen bone jarring strokes, Rachel's skin had begun to glow, suffused with a ruddy sexual glow of excitement.
He knew she'd come in no time at all and he hurried to join her, wanting their climaxes to occur at the same time, if he could schedule it that way. "Yes, yes do it. Oh man, what a fucking pickle, give it to me, more, harder, harder, man!" she wailed, shuddering back and forth as he banged into her and hit against her pubic horns.
But cunt juice began to ooze down around his prong, coating her vaginal walls as well as his dick so that the more he hammered away, the wetter and more lubricated her twat became. It was easier to really thrust in and out and he gasped and kept at it, lost to his raging sexual excitement.
This was what he loved, what he felt his body had been meant for, to savor the tight gripping embrace of an adolescent's vagina, to feel a teenager squirming up against his rod and getting off on his manly sexual excesses. Nothing could have been more soul-satisfying and Drew went at it hot and heavy, feeling the way she was getting closer and closer to the pent-up orgasm.
He also was reaching the point of no return. His balls were churning his come like butter, rubbing and banging back and forth against the sensitive and tender flesh of her upraised buttocks. His tongue slurped greedily over her tits and he coated her boobs with so much slobber that they shone and he could almost see the reflection of his reddened face reflected on their rounded surface.
"Yes, that's it, oh shit, I can't, it's gonna… yes, now, man, oh fuck me fuck me!" she suddenly screamed, stiffening and tensing as he crammed his wong in and out, hard and fast and mean.
A gush of juice signaled her release and whatever had finally done the trick to trigger her orgasm, she couldn't stop it from running its course. With a loud and piercing scream, clinging to him and trying to pull him down against her, Rachel began to come just the way Drew Livingston had hoped.
And just the way he had hoped, she was coming as never before, so caught up in her orgiastic fervor that the room seemed to spin around her. She tossed and turned on the floor and he lifted his head after letting go of her jugs and fell crushingly against her, rubbing his hairy chest from side to side to stimulate and additionally arouse her by his tactile caresses.
"Do it, come, keep coming. Oh yeah, me too, yeah, now, fuck yes, now!" he bellowed, moaning hotly as he stiffened and felt his heavy pullet-sized testicles being pulled up high within his battering scrotal sac.
And then he too joined her in the pleasure of her ecstasy, in the pleasure of her searing orgasm. The hot gushes of thick creamy-white semen began to pour like molten lava down into the depths of her fluttering and overheated trench.
She squirmed against him as he sank down and lay on top of her, shuddering with violent sexual excitement. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for. Now, nothing barred his way or separated him from his blissful release.
"Oh baby, feel it, feel my come, what a fucking hot load, and all for you, for you, baby!" he groaned, shaking on top of her and pressing her down to the floor.
He kept swaying from side to side, unable to stop coming. He could actually feel the muscular ejaculations that accompanied each fresh burst and volley of gism, hot gobbets of manly cream gushing plentifully down into her shuddering and burning muff.
His climax was all he had wanted it to be, all and even more, besides. It was so enervating and arousing that he couldn't stop groaning, gasping for breath as he drained his balls dry, still coming long after she had felt the last rippling wave of her own torrid climax.
He didn't stop shivering until there was nothing left in the way of come to give her. Then and only then did he too close his eyes and gasp for breath, savoring the increased lubricity of her trench, the way her cunt muscles were still fibrillating around his pole, contracting involuntarily.
The hot gushes of cream had splashed inside of her and now filled her muff to a most incredible degree. There was so much come inside of her pussy that in fact it began to ooze down, dribbling out around the gaping opening of her virginal and juicy trench. He felt it coating his dong and then sticking to the hairs of his pubic bush.
Drew lay on top of her, feeling his cock losing its stiffness and steely rigidity. Blood flowed out of it again and it began to go soft and limp inside of her pussy. He knew that all he had to do was move gently back and forth for a few minutes and he'd be able to get hard all over again.
But time was against him and the best thing to do was get dressed as quickly as possible, lest Rachel's mother or father arrive at the house. But he had to find out about Amy. After all that was perhaps his primary objective. He'd seduced and conquered Rachel Strauss, at least on a physical and sexual level.
Now, he had to achieve the same positive results mentally.
"Where is she, sweetheart?" he whispered.
Rachel opened her eyes and took a deep breath, shaking against him as he lifted the bulk of his weight off of her slim and sweaty young body. He held himself up, his palms outstretched once again, his abundant chest hairs matted down with perspiration.
"She told me you were a stud, now that I think of it. She mentioned you a couple of times, when we were on the trip, about what a great guy you were and all, how she really grooved on you. But… you know, I didn't think about it until… well, you know what I mean," she stammered, blushing once again as he stared at her with a questioning and inquisitive look on his face.
"Go on. I'm listening. I wonder what she'd say if she knew the two of us had made it together," he said, forcing out a laugh and hoping Rachel was on the verge of opening up to him and telling him the truth, telling him what she had made a point of withholding from the Mitchell's.
"If she knew, she'd probably kill me," Rachel giggled.
"Kill you?"
"Sure, she'd be jealous as hell. If you knew Amy the way I do… but I guess you do, at that. Anyway, she really thinks you're superbad, Livingston."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Superbad? Means you're the best, top drawer as my dad would say. Shit, she'd probably give her right arm to do what we just did," Rachel told him.
He tried to hide his look of amazement and delight, so turned on by her words that he couldn't believe she'd actually said what he'd always hoped to hear from Amy. "Well, it's a definite possibility, what can I say," he laughed good-naturedly as his cock began to ease down along the come-smeared and still fibrillating length of her juicy little muff.
And then, with a little more prodding, he got Rachel to tell him what she really knew. By the time the girl had finished, Drew's ears were ringing with the afternoon's revelations.