"Little girls should never be heard more than they're seen," he told her, holding himself steady so that the mushroom-shaped head of his monstrously swollen dick was wedged up tightly against her tight and narrow bottom-hole. "You should have cooperated right from the start, and then I would have added gentleness to my repertoire and we would have had a fucking ball in bed together. Now you'll just have to take your punishment, Christine."
She started cursing him, but he had her arms pinned down and no matter how hard she tried to escape, there was no way for her to remove herself from the path of his omnipresent and burning rod. He thrust down, his dick coated with cunt juice so that it was slightly lubricated, though not nearly enough to make the act of sodomizing her as painless as it might have been under other conditions.
A feverish panic-stricken cry escaped her lips as the folds of her tender little fundament were pulled back under the advancing pressure of Drew Livingston's masterful pole. He pushed forward gritting his teeth, refusing to give in and stop.
And as he thrust down his glans made its way forward, tearing open her asshole and digging slowly but confidently inside. She shuddered violently the instant she felt the way he had entered her. Her bottom hole burned feverishly, but she could do nothing to prevent Drew from easing inch after inch of hard virile meat down into place, down into the tight dry depths of her virginal rectum.
"I'm loving it," he told her with a sardonic grin, hunching forward and getting more and more aroused. He had her immobilized and pinned down and even though she continued to spastically writhe and thrash against his hairy crotch, she could no longer stop his cock from entering her poop.
He dug in, pushing forward and moaning as his hard burning shaft stretched her rectal passageway, frictioning against her dry and spongy anal walls. It was even tighter and hotter than her pussy and he loved every minute of it, thrusting agilely down until his cock was all but hidden, buried down inside of her previously rarely touched and explored fundament.
The color had drained from her face and she was groaning with genuine pain now that he had gotten his way, now that the entire length of his boner was hidden inside of her poop. His balls slapped wickedly against her upraised buns, tickling her anal furrow as he held himself steady and waited for her to come to her senses.
"Try relaxing your sphincter muscles," he said in a moment of concern. He knew he was not really damaging her physically, but his cock was of a width she no doubt had never experienced before and unless the teenager calmed down and relaxed her anal muscles, the pain would continue to mount.
She glared at him, but did as he had suggested, loosening her sphincter ring as he wiggled a bit closer, feeling the way his pubes were scratching against her bum furrow as well as the bottom edge of her naked and juice-coat muff.
That straw-hued mane of cunt fur stared him in the eye, but he had no intention of stimulating her vaginally while he worked on her asshole. Rather, he was into his own brand of pleasure, not in the least bit concerned about Christine. If anything, he really didn't want her to be enjoying herself, as she had ultimately done when he'd fucked her cunt a few minutes before.
He wanted the pain to be an inducement, a means to an end, the latter additional information she was still stubbornly withholding about his niece. So he began to really punch in and out of her shuddering poop in earnest, hammering his meaty dong back and forth with one thunderous stroke after another.
His balls ricocheted against her upraised buns and sweat poured down his chest to trickle onto her heaving jugs and dribble down towards her burning twat. Her eyes were glazed over and she kept gasping each time he stroked, moaning when he pulled searingly back and then moaning anew when he thrust eagerly forward.
Drew kept up a stead volley of pistoning motions, rocking back and forth between the girl's upraised legs. Her ass burned his meat raw, but he was loving the tightness of its all-consuming embrace, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold out as long as he would have liked.
He was getting increasingly aroused and feverish with sexual excitement, feeling his body being propelled forward, drawn down towards the gaping and dilated opening he had made her anus become. The narrow slitted aperture was no more, replaced now by a wide gaping hole that was constantly filled with his shunting bucking dong.
Bending his head forward, he started in on her tits all over again and after half a dozen love bites, actually nibbles that were even a little bit more painful than that, Christine seemed to finally give up.
"Okay, please, just stop, no more," she gasped, having been unable to take it, unable to grow accustomed to the way her anus was being raped and savagely assaulted by his battering hammering penis.
He stopped suddenly and held himself stiff and unmoving, not about to pull out until he had gotten the truth out of the youngster. "Go on," Drew said calmly, though his heart was beating frenetically and he could feel the blood pounding hotly in his temples, not to mention his cock.
"She's… she's with Rene, that's all I know," Christine gasped, struggling to free herself from his torturous sexual hold. But her efforts were all to no avail. She could not remove herself from the searing and agonizing embrace of his cock.
He kept his pecker buried down inside of her burning and pain-filled bottom, waiting for her to tell him the rest. "She's with Rene, you say," he went on, repeating what she had just told him. "And where the hell is that supposed to be?"
"Fontenay," the girl moaned.
"Fontenay?"
"Yes, it's a suburb, right outside of the city, near the fort. Fontenay-aux-Roses it's called. Rene has a country house there. She's with him there, has been for a month, I guess," Christine told him, groaning more feverishly now as he remained rigid and unmoving, his cock horsed deep within the tight and quivering recesses of her virginal ass.
"What else?" he demanded.
"That's… that's all I know. I haven't seen Rene in weeks, not since her met her, your niece. I swear it!" He eased back then and as she collapsed on the bed he pulled his cock roughly out of the confinement of her ass and immediately replaced it in another rightful spot, back down into the depths of her wet and overheated muff.
She had, he was pleased to note, no objections to that whatsoever. Rather, she breathed a loud sigh of relief and lay there on the bed as he lowered her legs and finally let go of her hands. He was pleased when she didn't try to fight him off of her, but began to milk his pole with her vaginal muscles, squeezing and nipping at his deeply ensheathed penis.
He didn't stroke for a minute or so, not wanting to come so quickly now that he had gotten what he hoped was the information she had not given him earlier. So he leaned forward, keeping the bulk of his weight off of her, his cock down into place and her tawny pubes and petal-thin cunt lips pressed down around the bulky sides of his stiff-standing and meaty salami.
"What are they doing at Fontenay?" he asked.
"I don't know, I swear. I haven't seen or even heard from them. They went there about a week after they met, that's all I know. I wouldn't lie, not after what you did to me," she replied, her tone of voice sounding so genuine that he tried to cast any doubts or suspicions he still might have out of his mind trying instead to turn his thoughts back to the pleasure of the moment.
It was not the easiest transformation to effect, for he still thought of Amy even as he now began to hammer and thrust his pecker in and out of the teenager's tight and gripping vagina. He wondered what they were doing in the house and who this Rene character really was.
Something about the entire set-up sounded fishy, even down to the fact that if Christine hadn't lied, she was being kept in the dark just as he was. Something's happening out there, he told himself, but he knew that he couldn't or shouldn't jump to any wrong conclusions, not until he had discovered the truth for himself, seen it with his own two eyes.
So now he returned to finishing what he had started.
That, needless to say, was a most easy and enjoyable task. Instead of biting her jugs, he now licked and sucked lovingly on each firm stiff-standing young nipple, sucking them hotly into his mouth as he rammed his meaty prong in and out with short jabbing dog-like strokes.
He heaved to and fro and she met his pistoning motions, her hip corkscrewing around his pole and her body lunging back and forth as he kept at it in earnest, never stopping to catch his breath. "Yes," she muttered a few minutes later. "Oh man, do it, make it good. I don't want any more pain, I've had enough. Make me come, that's all I need, to come, to come forever!"
He laughed with delight and gave her every ounce of virile potent energy he had in his body, thrusting deeply, tipping her womb and hitting her cervix and still refusing to stop. But she didn't want him to lessen the force or momentum of his vigorous thrusts, for any second Christine was about to go off like an exploding firecracker, about to come as never before.
Drew sensed her imminent release and he tried to join her, knowing how delightful it could be if they got off at just about the same time. So with all of his energy he hit into her gaping and overly stuffed cunt, savoring the way her vaginal muscles were now palpating and fibrillating uncontrollably around his ever-moving dong.
"Yes, that's it," she groaned. "Do it, more, fuck you're unreal, what a piece of meat, give it to me, more, all of it."
Her words fed his ego and his desires and as inflamed with passion as the hot-blooded teenager, Drew Livingston made good his promise and her wish, giving her everything she had asked him for, everything and a little more, besides.
A minute or two later there was no holding her back.
As if she was being dragged along by a team of horses, she came with a volcanic burst of hot lava-like cunt gush, thick murky pools of sap oozing down and coating his plunging member, matting their pubic bushes and making their thighs and bellies wet and sticky with her abundant liquidy spend.
Her skin was the color of a pomegranate, suffused with the rest of sexual fulfillment. She whistled between her teeth and pante feverishly, shaking against him as Drew continued to batter her cunt, attacking it with renewed fervor.
He too was almost there, almost on the verge of giving in to the raging sexual demands of his tense and sweaty body. His balls felt as if they were rhythmically contracting, prepared to send out the first blasting gushes of his long pent-up load.
He rammed like a tiger attacking its prey, but suffering was the last thing in the world the youngster felt. She was buoyed up by her bliss, driven mad and incoherent by this time. And then, even as his cock pressed down against her nubby little button of a clit and triggered another orgasm, he finally joined the Swedish teenager in the searing ecstasy of his unbelievably potent orgasm.
His release came within an instant, a mere split-second in time. Suddenly he felt his body stiffening and his muscles contracting involuntarily. He dug his feet down against the mattress, cupped and pawed at her jugs as if for additional body support and then fell against her.
Come soared up the deeply buried and hidden length of his enormous mule-cock, sending out hot bullets of cream. His gism splashed again and again and he bellowed with his raging delight, pressing himself down against her and shooting more and more come down into the depths of her wet and tingling vagina.
"Yes," she whispered, barely audible and drained of energy, "more more, give it to me, more come, good strong come, I want it, I want it now!"
"You're getting it, baby," he laughed, thrusting once again and then trying to hold himself steady as his penis ejaculated like a Tommy Gun, sending its load of semen volleying and churning down into her tight and clenching twat.
He didn't stop until he was shivering and the first pearly drools of after-come, Cowper's gland fluid by its rightful name, were trickling through his urethra and out into the open. And then h leaned down and lay on top of her, crushing her against him as his penis began to slowly but surely lose its stiff and steely erection.
She was gasping, still feverish with pleasure. His cock lost its supply of trapped blood and the vessels dilated so that his meat began to grow soft between her legs. And still he made no move to pull it out into the open, to stuff it down her throat, to get her to work him up for another round.
He felt drained of energy, though he knew as well that within the space of a mere ten minutes he'd be back in shape and at the top of his form, all over again. But for the moment it was nice just to rest, to relax and feel his body quieting down, to feel his penis now limp and lolling like a beached and landed sausage, nearly floating on the puddle of come he had poured down her tight little trench.
So much come had poured out that it now began to ooze down like water flowing downstream or ice melting down a mountainside. He slid from side to side every so gently, feeling the way his crotch was getting increasingly sticky as more and more viscous and slippery gism ran down her shuddering and raw vaginal walls.
But finally he eased himself off of her until his penis plopped out into the open, trailing come along with it, a pink tube which was draped over his balls, piebald looking now that it was coated with curds and clots of his abundant spend.
"Now isn't it better to always tell your elders the truth," he joshed her as she opened her eyes and looked down between his legs, still amazed at the sight of his limp dong, amazed that she had been able to handle it and for as long as she had, as well.
"Man, after what I just went through, I'd tell the truth to you every day of the week. Shit, and you're the chick's uncle? Unreal. What she sees in Rene when she could have you…"
He was thinking exactly the same kind of thoughts and he smiled at her and slid off of the bed, taking her hand so that the two of them moved towards the bathroom together, lost in their own thoughts and post-coital reveries.
The narrow stall shower seemed a perfect place to finish out the morning's adventures. They squeezed inside together without a word and Christine adjusted the faucets so that a steady sharp needle spray of hot water streamed down on top of them.
"Let me do your back, okay," she said with a mischievous giggle.
He was all too willing to let the youngster do whatever she wanted and so he handed her the soap, though she frowned on the wash cloth he made a move to give her. The hand's much better, for sure, he thought to himself as he leaned forward and pressed him palm flat against the wet tile wall, planting his feet solidly on the floor of the stall shower.
His ass stuck out a bit, but it was to his back and shoulders that Christine Pedersen first directed her sudsy and massaging fingers. She used both of her hands at the same time, kneading his wide set shoulders as he rested his head against one outstretched arm, delighted that things were ending on such a pleasant sexual note.
He should have suspected it too, for judging from the way she'd finally gotten off in bed with him she was a girl with truly liberated sexual feelings. Now, she rubbed her hands over his back and then moved them down along his spine, giving him the chills.
He shivered and she giggled hotly, enjoying herself now that the worst was over. If Rene found out, well, she'd deal with it when the time came. But if she knew Rene the way she thought she did, he wouldn't be all that eager to get rid of her, to ask for his keys back, so to speak.
Now, all that mattered was Drew Livingston.
Drew could sense all these things, the way the teenager was getting increasingly aroused and worked up all over again. Her gentle and stimulating touch was certainly having the desired effect on him as well. For by now his cock was once gain showing sighs of hardening allover again, slowly but definitely lengthening and thickening as it hung over his hairy swaying nuts.
Her hands continued to move down, soaping up every inch of his muscular back. He didn't say a word, not wanting to spoil things. But he wondered what she had planned, knowing that this was not to be any ordinary back rub, that's for sure.
He was absolutely correct.
The last thing the girl had in mind was to loosen his muscles. His body was turning her on incredibly and even more so the longer she rubbed her hands over his back. She bent down slightly and managed to wedge her jiggling butt flush against the other wall of the shower stall, for it was that narrow.
Suitably positioned, not likely to lose her balance or slip on the wet sudsy floor, she eased her hands ever downward, wondering if he was getting off on her coolly methodical and slow sensual touch. He was all right, for even then his cock was getting bigger by the minute.
Drew tried to glance back and then turned his head away, letting Christine carryon at her own speed. And that was increasing in tempo the lower she got, now tickling the small of his back before sliding her ten trembling fingers onto the rounded muscular swell of his tense and shuddering buttocks.
"You have a nice ass, Livingston, nice and hard the way a man's butt is supposed to look," she told him as her fingers moved over the rounded contours of his manly rump.
"Thanks for the compliment," he laughed, shivering once again as he felt her fingertips tickling and arousing him. "It's nice to know, for future reference."
Christine didn't reply, getting increasingly preoccupied and turned on by what she was doing, by how she was now calling the shots, not middle-aged Drew Livingston telling her what she could and could not do. The water continued to stream down on them, stimulating his skin and only serving to make him grow acutely aware of how aroused he had fast become.
Now, even as she continued to play with his rump, fondling and toying with his buns, gently squeezing them as if she was interested in observing the play of his gluteus muscles, his cock was responding accordingly.
From the long pink and come-smeared sausage it had appeared to look like when he'd pulled it out of her twat, it had now turned back into the stiff and unwieldy organ she had suffered from when Drew had corn holed the truth out of her.
It bobbed back and forth, arching out above his tingling swaying scrotal sac. But he made no move to touch himself, to lay one finger on his dick. Rather, he was enjoying Christine's sensual touch and attentions and decided it was for her to do with as she might please, not for him to tell her what he wanted.
She couldn't have been pleased more, had he voiced those thoughts to her. Being the aggressive one delighted the hot-blooded and sexy youngster and she massaged his buttocks, marveling at their sheer muscular strength.
But it was not just his ass which intrigued her.
Before she did anything else, she moved her fingers down over his buns to where they joined up with his thighs, his grizzly legs planted before her like twin Godlike pillars of flesh, blood and muscle.
The hairs on his legs were matted down from the flowing water and she bent down a little further and with one hand on each of his legs, squeezed his thigh muscles and tickled the tender sensitive flesh of his inner thighs before moving back up towards his ass.
Only now, she concentrated upon the seductive and as yet unexplored groove between his trembling buttocks. Drew glanced back just as her fingers took hold of his nether globes and pulled them gently yet forcefully back, exposing the dark and hairy crevice between his ass cheeks.
Intrigued beyond words, she stared at his bum furrow, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the brown pitted contours of his puckered anus. Without so much as a word, she bent forward with a sudden twist of her body and Drew moaned with pleasure the instant he felt Christine's tongue sliding down from the small of his back and the top of his anal fissure, down along his furrow until she was licking and sucking on his asshole.
"Ohh baby, you've got a magic tongue. Man, I'm really gettin' into it, the way you're rimming me, eating my ass out," he muttered, thrusting his buns forward so that when they contracted his cheeks appeared to dimple and she could see the folds and creases surrounding his fundament tightening in response.
Her tongue slid down and then back up again, feasting upon his clean and hairy bottom-hole. She pushed it forward, pulled his ass cheeks, even wider apart and slowly but surely his anus began to expand.
The narrow puckered slit dilated until the tip of her tongue was right inside. It wasn't often that Drew got rimmed out, especially by a kid. And how he was totally delighted with what she had thought to do, pushing his buns back and forth and trying to egg her on all the more.
Christine needed little if any encouragement.
Intrigued incredibly, she kept at it, thrusting her tongue down even deeper, trying to wiggle it right inside of his poop. She managed to do it, too and soon enough was sliding it forward, tonguing the dry spongy walls of his manly rump.
"Oh shit, do it, baby," he groaned with delight as he felt her tongue slurping and slobbering around the inner rim of his gaping bottom hole. "Tickle my prostate too, while you're in there."
He laughed hotly and though she wasn't quite sure if she'd heard him correctly or not, she didn't hesitate to push her tongue deeper still. When she felt it sliding over a kind of nodular chestnut sized swelling, she realized that that was what he must have been talking about.
Because the instant she hit against his prostate gland and tickled it lustfully, he started groaning and hunching, pushing his buns back and forth in time to her rhythmic tongue strokes. Low-pitched moans of pleasure escaped his lips and he held himself steady as the girl kept at it.
Christine was really getting into what she was doing, hardly aware of anything else, for that matter. She ignored the way her box was once again itching and tingling, demanding to be serviced and catered to. That, she knew as surely as she knew her name, would take place soon enough.
Now, there were other and perhaps even more important things to attend to, like Drew Livingston's shuddering poop, in particular. And so she didn't hesitate to keep at it, enjoying herself tremendously, as much if not more than Drew was at that moment.
As if this was not enough, rimming him out in the shower, she wiggled and lashed her tongue from side to side and in and out and then slid one hand down between his legs, suddenly cupping his heavy weighty nuts in the palm of her hand. Her wet warm fingers made him wince with pleasure and he groaned anew as she tickled his balls, able to feel how heavy his stones were, even as she continued to eat out his bucking heaving ass.
Her tongue skidded back and forth, making his prostate swell even more. He was feeling rushes of pleasure coursing up and down his spine and his nuts were contracting, or so it felt at the moment, due to the tickling and stimulating way she continued to play with them.
From his balls her hand moved even higher until the base of his stiff-standing and jutting tool was pressed hotly against her opened palm.
She curled her fingers around his meaty shaft, amazed when she discovered for the first time that she was unable to grasp it around completely. Her fingers couldn't meet each other, for his shaft was that thick.
Nevertheless, while her tongue continued its nonstop plunging slobbering motions, rimming out his asshole as it had never been eaten out before, she slid her fingers up along the length of his stiff and rigid boner, squeezing his steely cock-shaft and loving everything that was happening.
Her fingers grazed around the bulbous head of his tool and he moaned with pleasure, able to see what her hand was doing even as he felt her hot breath fanning and blowing in and out of his shuddering poop.
"Oh too much, too fucking much," he panted, shoving his buttocks back and forth, then using his ring of sphincter muscles to milk her tongue and hold it more tightly and securely inside of his rump. She felt his anal walls contracting against her mouth and speeded up her motions, quick snakelike darting jabs which brought him to the very peak of ecstasy.
But he didn't want to come, to waste another hot strong load all over her clutching fingers. And though it nearly pained him to force the girl to stop what she was doing so that he could really give her the full benefit of his rampant and potent virility, Drew nevertheless knew that he had to stop her before it was too late, before he lost complete and total control of himself and his bodily functions.