Nothing could have been more therapeutic for the pain in the back of his head than to be able to stare with open delight and lusty excitement at the girl's naked pussy. Bordered by the black satin of her garter belt and black mesh stockings, it was a fitting jewel set in an ebony-hued crown and he intended to take advantage of everything it had to offer.
Even as she unsnapped her garter belt and began to peel down her nylons, still maintaining her silence, he was all eyes to her cooze, the black-haired vaginal triangle making his eyes bug out with frantic pleasure.
Her slim carriage and youthful appearance, coupled with her marvelously arousing box, all combined to get his blood boiling and he felt his cock straining anew, pushing out at the crotch of his undershorts so that the waistband of his briefs were actually pulled away from his body, his hairy pubic thicket now made visible as the young French girl peeled down one black mesh stocking and then the other.
Drew could just about see the narrow pink flaps which bordered her trench. Her mossy triangle was thick, though cropped small. Yet its very luxuriant growth, her pubic hairs all curly and thickly sown, pleased him to no end.
Her skin was tawny, not quite olive-toned with alabaster highlights which seemed to gleam as her flesh caught the light. And as she bent over her tits swung down, ripe young melons he was eager to pick and fondle and have for his very own.
That what he fully intended to do with Francoise had not been in his scheme of things no longer seemed of any importance. If he was to be ordered about by Martinon, if he was told that he had to wait before seeing his niece, then there was now no reason in the world why he shouldn't take advantage of his "host's" hospitality.
And what, of all the things in the world, could be more hospitable for a man like Drew Livingston than to be presented with a slim teenage morsel, a succulent adolescent girl-child whose slender and virginal figure called out to him with ever-increasing excitement and hot sexual delight.
The stockings soon discarded, they were followed by her plain black leather pumps. And then she hooked her thumbs under the top edge of her garter belt, rather than unsnapping it. She pulled it down until he could see Francoise in all her lush naked beauty, divested of every last article of clothing.
She turned to face him once again, her eyes returning to his most treasured of bodily possessions. Thick hot drools of pre-come had stained the crotch of his briefs and his cock moved noticeably, swaying back and forth, trapped in its tight and confining cotton pouch.
He wondered what she was going to do, but he held his tongue, the silence nearly as provocative, as mood-setting, as everything else she had done since first she had entered the room. And as he watched her with wide and staring eyes she moved back to the bed and nimbly climbed up onto the mattress, moving around on all fours to end up in a kneeling position between his spread-eagled and thickset thighs.
Drew kept staring, all eyes to the plump and inviting triangle of black pubic hair which adorned her mossy twat. He was eager to explore every inch of her juicy little muff, but before he could even tell her what he wanted, she bent down and took hold of the waistband of his briefs.
He stiffened the instant she touched his shorts and as he kept his eyes down she peeled them deftly off. But the instant his swollen pecker jerked out of confinement and arched out at her she seemed to shudder internally, murmuring once again under her breath and opening her eyes even wider than before.
A look of frightened awe and bewilderment passed across her flawless and youthful features. But then she seemed to come to grips with herself and an instant later he was the fond recipient of the girl's hot mouthing grip.
For no sooner had she pulled his underpants all the way down so that at long last the two of them were stark and invitingly naked, when he had seen her head swoop down like a falcon on the prize of his stiff-standing and throbbing member.
Her lips had opened wide and not even using her fingers to clutch onto his hose and guide it between her lips, she had aimed deftly and had managed to stuff his leaking cock-head right into her mouth. He moaned as she gurgled loudly, her lips glued tightly around the bulbous crown of his enormous virile mule-cock.
Despite the way her lips were being stretched, he was totally delighted to note how she accepted his cock as if it was the tastiest object in the world, trying to suck in inch after hot turgid inch of manflesh between her gaping and well stretched lips.
And as she pushed her face down, consuming more and more of his meaty prong, he shivered voluptuously as her tongue skidded up and down, paddling along the entire length of his joystick. She didn't seem to have gag reflex and when the head of his tool, for his cock you must remember was a solid and sturdy nine inches long, as well as a good six in circumference, hit against the back of her throat and bent her tonsils back, she was still able to continue sucking it down.
It passed the back of her mouth and down her gullet and was so far down into her deep throat by the time she was finished that he just couldn't believe it was possible, as if the girl had her clitoris in her throat, able to get sexually aroused just by sucking him off.
A master at fellatio, or a mistress of mouth on his tool she held onto his dick while her nose nuzzled his thick and wiry pubic forest. And as he felt the rushes of warm air fanning his hairy crop, she pulled her head back, dragging her tongue and the bare edges of her teeth all along his tingling shaft.
"Oh shit that's unreal," he murmured, groaning with rising pleasure as she bent her naked body over his crotch, pumping her face up and down and sucking him off as he had never been blown before in his entire life.
It was, he knew, the best blow-job he'd ever received and he thrust his hips eagerly forward, feeling his tool leaking and his glans sliding back and forth down her throat. She didn't even gurgle or pull back, but kept at it with such expertise that he knew what had to be done next.
The moment her fingers took hold of his balls, tickling them with such rare sensuality that his entire body seemed covered with goose bumps of response, he made a move to pull her around, wanting to ravish her twat with the same degree of sexual expertise.
She glanced up and he thought he saw a smile of relief and gratitude cross over her gaping lips. Then, even as she continued to lash her tongue up and down his meaty prong, even as her fingers juggled his balls and tickled his scrotal sac so that he could not help but tremble as if he had the chills or fever, he gently urged her around onto her side.
Her lithe and shapely little body delighted him to no end. Drew could hardly control himself and he grew more impatient with each passing second. Francoise kept at it all this time, sucking and slobbering hotly, seemingly growing more aroused by what she was doing to him.
Finally, he had her body swiveled around so that they were inclined towards each other on their sides, head to toe and toe to head. Lifting up her top thigh, he draped it lovingly over his neck, the warmth of her flesh making his body tingle with heated response.
Immediately, a split-second before he began to plunder her cunt as if he was a bear pawing for honey, the odor of her muff assailed his senses. It was the best perfume in all the world, a honeysuckle scent of musk and spice, pungent and heavy.
Inhaling deeply, he sucked up the attar of her honey pot and thrust out his own long raspy tongue, lashing it eagerly over the hairy crop that adorned her mossy bank. Her body trembled eagerly and he was delighted that she was enjoying his slurping caresses.
Unable to speak, he could only respond to what she was still doing to him by groaning and whimpering, hunching himself back and forth again and again. She never stopped to catch her breath but held his balls prisoner in her clutching fingers while all the while her lips and teeth and tongue frictioned and worked on his darting member.
In and out it went, nearly as arousing as if he was fucking cunt, instead of her mouth. He buried his face down between her thighs and smacked his lips, able to taste the first. Hot drools of vaginal sap which now began to, trickle down in hot profusion.
He drank her cunt juice thirstily and then took hold of the puffy outer flaps of meat which bordered her split. She quivered like an arrow about to be released, slamming her juicy muff right against his burning mouth.
He had waited for just that kind of heated response and now, he didn't waste any time giving her everything he had to offer in the way of oral manipulations and sexual pyrotechnics. Splaying each puffy red lobe of delicious meat back as far as the flesh would stretch, he examined the convoluted folds and creases of pulpy vaginal tissue right inside her vulva.
Farther in, between the familiar and delicate little gristly appendages known as nymphae or labia minorum, the object of his attentions could be seen, un-hooded from its prepuce and straining forward like a narrow little pointing finger.
It was, needless to say, her clitoris.
And it was, also needless to say, pointing right at his gaping slavering mouth. One look was all he needed. He sucked down and tried to gobble her luscious little clit right down his throat, tonguing it briskly and nibbling on it with wild passion.
Francoise let loose thick murky drools of cunt juice, lashing her hips to and fro in time to the rhythmic tempo of his darting sucking lips and tongue. He played with her clit the way a kitten plays with a spring of catnip, chewing on it and sucking down again and again.
And each fresh oral caress brought her ever closer to her first climax. Drew was so completely involved with what he was doing, holding her hairy outer folds wide apart, digging his tongue down now past her clit and on into the tight wet reaches of her cunt, that he had almost forgotten what she was doing to him.
"Don't make me come, Goddamn it!" he said, suddenly pulling his head back when he realized he was on the verge of going off and shooting his load.
Immediately, without a moment of hesitation Francoise did as she had been told. Abruptly, she opened her mouth even more and lifted her face off of his sweaty and rutting crotch, releasing his cock so that it jerked out of her mouth and jutted up against his hairy stomach.
He gasped, thankful that he had stopped her, and in just the nick of time. He didn't want to go pouring his load down her throat, not when he was yet to explore the recesses and depths of her cunny with his hard and bristling organ.
But at the same time, he hadn't finished eating her out, at least not to his own satisfaction. "You can rim out my ass for awhile, tickle my prostate," he said nonchalantly, though he was actually gasping, his chest rising and falling hotly and his breath coming in short sweet spasms of sexual bliss. He hadn't expected her to object and she did not, nodding her head, taking a deep breath and moving as if she was going underwater. He watched her for a minute, turning his head over his shoulder as she buried her face down between his thighs, lifting them up and swinging her head down so that she could get at his buns and his horny bottom hole.
Her experienced fingers eased his muscular orbs far apart and as he strained to watch, her cunt rubbing against one cheek, he saw and felt her tongue lapping down along his anal crevice. He thrilled to her touch and sank back against her parsley bed, her fleecy cleft luring him forward once again.
Drew kept eating her out, sponging down her muff and thrusting his tongue in and out of her juice-filled hole as he felt Francoise licking hot lashing circles around his pitted anus. And then, a moment later, his bottom suitably lubricated with her abundant saliva, she pushed her tongue forward and sought to penetrate his fundament with deft agile caresses.
This, he noted, was accomplished in no time at all. With blissful ease and a sense of great accomplishment and confidence, she was able to insert the tip of her tongue down into the slick pink depths of his trembling rectum.
He thrilled to the tips of his fingers and toes as her tongue began to enter his fundament tickling his shuddering anal walls, responding to the heated muscular contractions of his sphincter ring. He thrust his buns against her trapped face and demanded and received even more and more of her hot lashing tongue, not content until her bps were flat and crushed down against his bum furrow and the entire length of her bristling probing tongue was inserted into his overheated rump.
His own tongue sped in and out of her cunt again and again and a moment later she had accomplished what he had ordered her to do, all of her tongue thrust inside and now tickling the modular swelling of his trigger-like chestnut-sized prostate gland. His balls seemed to quiver in ticklish response and he groaned madly and began to clench and unclench his buns and thus his sphincter muscles, nipping at her tongue and holding it down in place within his butt.
Nothing could have been more delightful for Drew Livingston.
He was so consumed by the raw and potent sexuality of the moment that he had completely forgotten the reason he was in this house, the reason he was now in bed with young Francoise. All that seemed of importance was sex and the more sex he had, the better he liked it.
He was getting his fill all right and Francoise seemed to know as much about turning on a man as he did about turning on a girl. Her hips corkscrewed and strummed violently back and forth against his face and though she never announced it, he could tell that any second she could come.
He worked for that moment and that moment alone, knowing that soon after he'd fuck her blind. But first, he wanted to feel the power of his own tongue. Her lips and tongue continued to surge and piston in and out of his poop shute and he was getting hotter and homier with each successive stroke of her tongue.
His cock seemed to be sliding between her tits and he hunched his hips more forcefully and dug his tongue and then two fingers right inside her trembling pussy. But when the tip of his thumb, for he was now palming her muff and holding onto her asshole for support, palpitated the pink and hairless rim of her bottom-hole. It seemed to trigger her own considerably exciting release.
Without any words issuing out of her throat, he could nevertheless feel her coming and she thumped up and down like a yo-yo, hissing between her teeth and ravishing his anus with her fast bucking tongue. Every part of her body seemed to be moving and convulsing, her muscles contracting and hot gobbets of cunt juice streaming down the palpitating walls of her muff.
He lapped them up as if he was drinking nectar, trying to drain her dry as he hoped she would soon be doing for his own delight. And at the same time, he continued to rub the tip of his thumb over the tight little folds and pitted creases of her asshole, stimulating her anally as well as vaginally.
The two fingers which moved in tempo with the lashing strokes of his tongue were soon coated with sap and he rubbed them in and out, scissoring them around her clit as well. Her little bud thus trapped, he was able to squeeze it and the pressure he exerted aroused her all the more.
He was loving the way she was getting off, the way she was responding so heatedly and openly. Nothing could have pleased him more and he kept at it until he had drained the last flicker of pleasure from her limp and exhausted young body. Only then did he remove first his two fingers and then his tongue.
He eased them back and she fell over, her own tongue slipping out of his wet and over heated rump. But if the girl was exhausted, Drew was just catching his second wind. All this time his cock had been rubbing and frictioning between her tits and now he was ready to show her his own brand of hedonistic revelry.
Accordingly, he let her lay there on her back as he swung quickly around, getting into position so that he was kneeling between her spread-eagled thighs. Her eyes were opened wide, even then and she glanced down with a murmur of appreciation at the sight of his huge and monstrously swollen joystick.
He laughed with glee, braced himself with his hands outstretched in front of him and his palms pressed flat on the bed, rose up so that his toes dug into the bedding and with one hand, took hold of his mammoth organ and pressed its leaking fist-like head right down against her narrow and gaping cunt fissure.
Exhausted though she might have seemed to be, Francoise nevertheless didn't remain passive a moment longer. The instant his glans made contact with her juice-smeared pubes, tickling the outer lips of her muff and arousing her all over again, she swung up and hooked her knees over his wide set and burly shoulders.
She was thus inclined towards him at a most provocative angle, her ass raised inches off the bed and her pussy angled up towards his quivering and potent joystick. He didn't need an engraved invitation and without hesitating a single second, thrust eagerly down, guiding his prong right between her gaping outer flaps of meat.
Her entire body seemed buoyed up by the pressure of his unrelieved dick. It was stuffed right inside of her vulva and though he wasn't about to stop, no matter what, Drew was nevertheless pleased that the youngster was not experiencing any pain.
Her features displayed her considerable ecstasy and encouraged all the more, he smashed down with a wild groan of savage delight. His cock surged forward, the glans like the head of a worm, a thick worm at that, tunneling deeper and deeper into her juicy little twat.
"Yes watch it moving, watch it being stuffed all the way inside," he panted, hammering forward at the same time. He stared down between his legs, her spread-eagled legs as well, delighted with the visual stimuli of his cock moving into her gaping trench. By now, her outer lips were pulled even farther back than he'd been able to stretch them with his fingers.
And yet she did not seem to be in the least bit of pain. On the contrary, for her features were contorted with unbelievable adolescent lust and she pushed her hips forward, meeting him halfway as he continued to slide forward, not many strikes but one long continuous glide down into her luscious and succulent little honey pot.
He was beside himself, consumed by passion, unable to stop. He kept at it, shunting his meat into her trench until his entire shaft was hidden from sight. He could feel every inch of her clinging vaginal walls embracing his pole and his cock was rubbed briskly, though not raw, thanks to the abundant amount of juice which coated her walls, as well as the spittle which adhered to his pole.
Once he had ensheathed himself as far as nature and the length of his cock would allow though he was yet to feel the head of his rod tipping her womb, he held himself steady and caught his breath. Her cunt, it would seem, so he decided, was amazingly long, for he still hadn't reached the end of it.
He was glad that he didn't have to take any extra pains to avoid banging against her cervix painfully and with his balls hanging down over the stuffed rim of her cunt, tickling her upraised buns, he waited a moment longer, basking in the glow of his own considerable ecstasy.
And then, a second later, he really started giving it to her.
With a banshee wail of savage sexual fervor, he ripped almost the entire length of his penis out into the open. Her hip bones jarred against his crotch and she shuddered and thrashed on the bed. He groaned and rammed down again, keeping his eyes glued between her legs.
The sight of his penis stuffed inside of her muff, the way it was now being shunted in and out as he stroked with long even motions, pleased him incredibly. And the heat, the juicy heat and clinging embrace of her girlish twat could not have been more arousing.
Nothing but the moment was of any consequence. Drew was lost to pleasure and he didn't even bother to express himself verbally, for the girl knew how he was feeling and she was responding just as heatedly. Her eyes were glazed over and her tits twitched against her chest, rolling hotly from side to side in time to his rhythmic pistoning and lunging strokes.
He bucked and heaved, his gluteus muscles tightening and causing his buns to dimple each time he slugged his potent rod down into place. He couldn't stop, as if he was on a merry-go-round that went around and around for eternity.
His balls tattooed against her bum furrow, tickling the sensitive flesh of her perianus. And then she started babbling to him in French, a rough equivalent being, "Do it, fuck me, mister, fuck me more, more you bull, you big hard bull."
He laughed, her girlish entreaties for him to surrender his cock to her possession could not have pleased him more. And he responded accordingly, giving the girl-child what she wanted, her tender young body now glistening with sweat and flushed with the ardor of her exhausting performance.
But he was performing just as heatedly, no doubt about that.
"Feel it," he kept repeating. "And watch it. Isn't it the biggest fuckin' cock you've ever seen, mon cheri?" he asked, panting loudly as he felt himself approaching his long-awaited climax.
It was the moment he had waited for, everything prior to it just a foretaste of what was eventually to take place. And so now he didn't hesitate to hurry towards that blinding flash of fulfillment and sexual satisfaction and release.
He thumped vigorously, shortening his strokes so that he was jabbing at her cunt like a fencer, one hot lunge followed on the heels of yet another, an endless – or seemingly – succession of stimulating and frictioning cock-strokes which brought the two of them right back to the brink of sensual ecstasy.
Come on, come, shoot it, now, he kept telling himself, watching the way her face was contorting, each ruby-red nipple standing at stiff attention. But though he could easily have bent his head forward and lashed his tongue over her succulent little nubs, he held his head high and began to bellow a triumphant jungle call, a matting cry that rang out in the air and echoed loud and shrill in their ears.
It was time, time for the moment to reach its just and apt conclusions. And so it did, moments later when his balls were pulled up and he felt his body stiffening. And then the glorious ejaculating contractions began all over again, sending him hurtling against her, crushing her down on the bed as hot gobbets of come began to pour down the well that was her stuffed and burning twat.
She came with him, a second or two later, their orgasm simultaneous or just about. It was this twin release that made it all the more arousing, for as he shot his hot potent load of gism down into her pussy, she was sending streams of cunt juice down the walls of her fluttering muff, their liquids mingling together until it seemed as if his cock was literally floating inside of her cunt.
"Yes, come, keep coming, oh shit it's so good, so fucking tight and hot," he panted, rubbing his hairy sweaty chest over her tits, moving from side to side so that his ejaculating shaft hit against one vaginal wall and then the other, exerting a kind of molten steely pressure which filled her with additional sexual pleasure.
She moaned and whimpered, writhing against him, babbling incoherently in French as he emptied his balls and discharged hot wads of semen which flooded her muff. Nothing could stop either of them, nothing at all.
But as he continued to shudder, as his body rolled and pitched like a ship caught in a storm, the bedroom door noiselessly opened and someone stepped into the room, standing there and able to see his naked body smothering Francoise and crushing her down on the bed, his heavy weighty nuts swinging volcanically between his thighs and his buns opening and closing to display his hairy bum furrow and the dark-brown slit of his stimulated asshole.
All these things could be seen by the person who stood by the door, the two sets of kicking thrashing legs, the hairy male body consuming the flesh of the tender young Francoise. "Perhaps there is no better kind of reunion than this, Uncle Drew," the voice suddenly rang out.
He didn't have to turn his head over his shoulder to identify the voice. He would not have mistaken it for any other in the world and he stopped short and raised himself up, though he didn't as yet remove his cock from the shuddering come-filled depths of Francoise's muff.
As for the young French girl, she didn't seem surprised or embarrassed in the least. Rather, she gave a weary sigh, as if to say she had done her job and had enjoyed herself more than she'd reckoned upon.
She closed her eyes and sank back on the bed, not in the least bit put off or concerned about this strange confrontation. As for Drew, embarrassment was not exactly the emotion he was experiencing at the moment.
He wondered how long she had stood there, how long she had watched them. He didn't think for very long, or she would have spoken earlier. Now, determined to make his sexual appetites known to her and as soon as possible, for he was not about to play games any longer, he eased his half-hard pecker out into the open, trading come and cunt juice onto the wrinkled damp bedding.
Then, he swung around and got shakily to his feet, holding onto one of the posts of the canopy bed. His long limp dong hung over his balls, come still dripping out of the head of his tool and splashing onto the floor at his feet.
His chest rose and fell and he stared at her with open and questioning eyes, pleased that she was not blushing, that she made no move to turn her eyes away from the sight of his naked and lusty body. "You look older," he said in a soft and gentle voice. "Last time I saw you, you seemed more like a child. Now… you've been through a lot, I guess," he stammered, suddenly at a loss for words.
"And so have you, I gather, tracking me all over the place. I heard you met Christine this morning. You get around, Uncle Drew, to say the least."
"Yeah, this morning," he said and smiled ruefully. "Seems like I've been hunting for you for months. Actually, I just got into Paris yesterday morning. Two days isn't too bad for an amateur detective, wouldn't you say."
"I guess," she replied and then dropped her eyes.
He waited for her to say something to him, all eyes to her slim and fetching body. She wore, he was delighted to see, the same long sheath jersey dress she'd worn at the cocktail party he'd given in her honor.
Her narrow and tender waist and hips made him smile with pleasure and her unaltered tits rose and fell as she breathed seemingly as deeply as she was thinking. Her long blonde hair was a gold-spun halo which cascaded over her shoulders. And as he watched her, still tired but already realizing that his body was beginning to respond all over again to her mere presence, Francoise silently got off the bed, collected her things and disappeared out of the room, her twitching little butt the last thing he saw as she closed the door silently behind her.
Alone in the room with his niece, it was all he could do to reach out and beckon her towards him, to move forward and press her tender and arousing young body against his sweaty and naked torso. But he held himself steady and unmoving, waiting for her to speak.
Finally, a minute or so after Francoise had left the room, his niece lifted her face to him and he could see the barest trace of twin tears welling up under each mascaraed eyelid. "You look better without make-up though," he commented. "All that shit on your face makes you look hard."
"I am hard, a real tough cookie," she said with a trace of self-pity. "What has it been? A month I guess, since I've been here with Rene. He's a good teacher."
"I wouldn't doubt it. He also trains his servants and retainers quite expertly. Francoise is a most accomplished cockteaser. She'd command high prices in New York."
"This is stupid, isn't it? I mean, there you are and here I am and what's the point, anyway? I'm not leaving, Uncle Drew. I know you came to Paris to find me and take me home. But let's get one thing straight. I'm not leaving."
"Who's asked you to," he replied without the slightest trace of emotion in his voice. "Your parents asked me to find you, but before I left I knew I wasn't the person to drag you home. I've always told you that, remember."
"What?"
"You're a free agent, seventeen years old or not, you still have the right – in my book, at least – to make of your life what you want to. I just want to have a chance to spend a few days with you. Alone, the two of us together, the way we've never done before. You know how fond I am of you and, well… I can see that you're not a baby," and he swept his hand over his body as if to indicate that she was not ashamed to stare at her uncle when he was stark naked and in the raw.
"I've seen a lot of bodies since I got here," she replied. "Anyway, you've got a nice one. I've always thought that. So what's to be ashamed about? Too bad you're my uncle," at which point she threw back her head and giggled sardonically and a chill of fear and apprehension for her well-being swept over him.
"So? Will you come back to Paris with me, just for a day or two?" he asked her once again.
"Rene won't like it."
"Fuck Rene! What is it between you two? He's old enough to be your father, but it seems to me he treats you more like you're his prisoner than his mistress," Drew snapped at her.
For a seventeen-year-old adolescent, he knew she had been through quite a lot, but he still couldn't figure out the nature of the relationship she shared with Rene Martinon. And he couldn't understand why the whole business with Francoise had been set up. If anything, it had just given him an ideal opportunity to display his considerably arousing male body to his niece's wide and staring eyes, rather than serving to put her off.
"I… I can't explain," she whispered, hanging her head down once again as if she was filled with shame.
"You see, Monsieur Livingston, your niece is now… how do they call it in America? A junkie, yes? Is that the term, my sweet frail little Amy?" Rene Martinon said with a nasty smirk, standing now by the opened door, still dressed as he had been when Drew had awakened after being knocked unconscious.
He cast Drew a malignant glance, his eyes traveling up and down his naked body with a flicker of contempt before turning back to stare at Amy. "What's he saying, Amy? What does he mean?" Drew demanded. And then he moved towards Martinon, "What the fuck is going on around here, mister! A junkie? Who's a junkie?"
"I am, Uncle Drew. I am," Amy whispered, shuddering with anguish and seemingly insurmountable horror and fear.