In retrospect, Drew likened his experiences at Fontenay-aux-Roses to scenes out of a detective movie or a television series about gangsters and the like. It had all happened so quickly that he had hardly been aware of what he was doing.
When Rene Martinon had announced with considerable delight that the reason his niece refused to leave his company was because she was now hooked on drugs, thanks to him of course, who supplied her daily with all she would need to sustain her habit, he'd grabbed Amy's arms and examined them for needle tracks.
These he had found without a single second of difficulty, the telltale needle marks on her arms telling him everything he had to know. Suddenly he had snapped inside and his temper had turned into a rage, a rage which had caused him to thrust his niece aside and seize Rene Martinon by the throat as if the man was a devil in disguise, a Satanmanque who had lured his niece down paths of horror and addiction.
Before Martinon had had a chance to defend himself, it was Drew who had knocked him unconscious this time, pounding his fists down against the back of the man's skull with all of his considerable might. Amy had screamed out for an instant, but then she'd realized what was happening and she'd slammed her hand over her mouth, stifling and muffling her cries of fear and horror.
Drew was totally in control now and once Rene had been knocked unconscious, he swiftly closed the bedroom door behind him and dragged the man to a closet he had spied at the other end of the room. Stripping off the bedcovers, he fashioned lengths of rag out of them and these he used to rapidly tie up Martinon's arms and legs, fashioning a gag which was stuffed down the Frenchman's throat and tied around his head.
Still unconscious, Martinon was dragged to the closet and stuffed inside. And once that was accomplished, Drew hurried into his clothes and warned his niece that if she didn't cooperate with him, he wouldn't think twice about knocking her over the head and taking her away bodily and with force, if necessary.
"What are you going to do?" she'd asked.
"Get you into a sanitarium so you won't go cold turkey when you're detoxified. But right now I'm getting you out of here. All you need is your passport."
"It's in my room," she'd replied, going along with him. They'd slipped out of the bedroom and down the narrow hallway that led to her room.
Fortunately, neither Francoise nor the young man who'd opened the door for Drew earlier, were anywhere to be seen. Rapidly, Amy stuffed a few things she wanted to take with her into a canvas tote bag and then, by the back stairs, the two of them crept out of the house as silently and stealthily as possible.
But by the time they'd gotten back to his hotel room, she was already experiencing the first symptoms of drug withdrawal. It was thus that Drew once again demonstrated his quick thinking. Contacting an old friend he'd known through business dealings, he was recommended to a private sanitarium less than an hour's drive outside of Paris.
Amy was nearly wild and beside herself by the time they arrived at dusk, but a sedative was quickly administered and the necessary formalities taken care of. He then placed an overseas call to his sister and brother-in-law, not telling them of the drug problem but explaining that all was well and that he'd be returning to the States with Amy at the end of the month, giving as an excuse the fact that he felt she needed a little more time to pull her head together, so that he was going to take her on a tour of Italy prior to returning home.
Had his niece been on heroin for longer than the three weeks or so Rene had given her the drug, the cure would have taken that much longer. But she was yet to build up a tolerance to high dosages and so her habit was not as heavy as Drew had first feared when he'd seen the needle marks on her arms.
Thus, a little more than three weeks later he picked her up at the sanatorium, took care of the bill and helped her into the front seat of the car he had rented during his European stay. She looked worn and tired, but other than that he had great confidence that the worst was over.
He drove south, knowing that a week in the Mediterranean sun would do both of them good after their long and grueling ordeal. It was on this drive that he was able to piece together the parts of the story he as yet hadn't figured out.
Much he knew already, how Amy had met Rene in Paris, how he had wined and dined her and ultimately seduced her, how she had turned on with him, then snorted coke and then had had her first intravenous hit of heroin. After that, she said it was all a blur, that she'd stayed at Fontenay with him, that he provided her with the drug while she provided him – as well as the young man who had hit Drew over the head – with as much sex as they demanded of her and at all hours of the day.
Instead of shying away, she shoved her buns down so that he could feel the strong muscular contraction of her sphincter ring against the tip of his index finger. Thus, he palpitated her anus even as he ate out her cunt, slowly but surely loosening her muscular restraint until her perianus was totally loose and relaxed.
And when that was accomplished, he thought nothing of gently inserting his index finger right inside her tight and boyish ass. Ever so slowly, taking care not to hurt her with his fingernail, he pushed forward and her anus began to expand, the folds loosening and opening under the insistent pistoning pressure of his trembling digit.
He kept at it, not stopping until he had managed to cram the entire length of his finger right up her tight dry poop. The spongy yet resilient walls of her virginal asshole twitched against his finger and he eased it back and forth, never all the way out, listening to her groans of joyous and delirious sexual bliss.
His tongue and finger made contact along the taut divisional membrane, that narrow septum which separated her anus from her vagina. He licked her cooze and finger-fucked her ass until his mouth was filled with more juice than he could swallow in one gulp. He'd held himself back until he had collected a goodly amount of her delicious juices and now, with three eager gulps, he swallowed the reservoir of musky fluid he had collected inside of his mouth.
Content to continue at this pace for as long as necessary, Drew was thus doubly pleased when a few minutes later his niece began to beg him to fuck her, or to at least allow her to return the favor by sucking on his huge and throbbing member.
"Oh please, please, do it, do it and I'll come. I'll make you come forever, I swear it, Drew," she grunted, shuddering more violently against his face, her legs kicking out and her thighs scissoring around his thick bull neck.
It was all he needed to hear.
He was not about to take his time any further, for any second and his body would have its way and he'd have wasted an abundant hot load of gismo Drew hadn't jerked off for the past week, saving up his come for the night when he and Amy would have it out together.
And that night had now arrived, their passions making each of them bum with an ungodly fire. So delirious was he as well as Amy by this time that he ripped his finger out of her asshole in a flash. And then he almost reluctantly removed his tongue from the wet surging cavern that was her youthful muff.
She wanted him now and he was not about to deny her anything in the world, especially the gift of his straining and oversized penis. So he finally eased his head away from her overheated box, shaking with pleasure as he rose up before her wide and staring eyes.
The sight of his massive boner got her going all over again and in a flash she had pulled her legs up over the side of the bed, stuffing the pillows under her ass and waiting for him with her thighs spread-eagled and her box lifted up at a fetching and penetrable angle.
He couldn't have done it better himself and told her so, even as he moved up onto the bed, consumed by passions which knew no bounds. No words were needed now to express what both of them were feeling.
Their flesh burned and they shuddered before each other, naked and waiting. Drew crouched before her tawny thighs and held his cock as one would hold an offering, that or a dagger suddenly unsheathed. It was aimed at her golden-haired vagina and one second he was unmoving and the next second he was bustling with activity.
He held his cock down and thrust agilely forward, not needing a map to guide him down to the very source of his long-wanted pleasures. The mushroom cap that was in reality the need of his enormous pole pressed down against her dilated split. Inside, her vulva seemed to widen and expand involuntarily, her body needing this as much on a conscious mental level as it did unconsciously. Amy was frozen with anticipation, all eyes to this uniquely unprecedented display of virility.
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Drew was her uncle. And Drew was also the kind of man she'd always dreamed of having an affair with, of being lovers with. And Drew was also a guy who had the biggest fucking cock she had ever seen in her entire life, either in books or skin-flicks or in actuality.
Nothing about him was disappointing, not in the least. And so she was avid with expectation, squirming like a trapped fish as he pushed his leaking blood-engorged glans down against the opening of her cunt. Her outer flaps gave way under the considerable battering pressure of his arm of manflesh.
Amy didn't even have to splay them wide, for his glans did the trick her fingers might have also performed. They were pulled apart so that without too much difficulty, her cunt more elastic than he'd first imagined, he was soon enough able to fit the head of his rampant and straining organ right down into her vulva.
He stopped short for a fleeting second, allowing her to grow accustomed to the dimensions of his massive nine-inch cunt-rammer. Her box was marvelously wet and clinging and he rubbed his glans over the tender morsel that was her clit, eliciting an immediate and heated response on both their parts.
Cunt juice squirted suddenly up around the engorged opening of her vagina and she pushed forward, wanting more and telling him exactly that. Not a man to deny Amy pleasure, as has already been stated on numerous occasions, he pushed forward, easing his meaty rod down into the one place he had always felt it most rightfully belonged, the place designed for it and it alone.
It was her cunt he thought of in this way and on the verge of totally possessing it in all its succulent glory, he didn't hesitate to wield his own brand of masculine potency, ramming down so that his penis scraped roughly along her burning cunt walls, stuffing itself deeper and deeper into her tender little girl-cunt.
He couldn't speak, nor did he know of any words which would aptly express the kind of intense emotional and sexual feelings he was experiencing at that moment. So he let his actions speak louder than his words, hammering down as more and more cock was fed into the gaping mouth that was her pussy.
"More," she moaned. "All of it, every bit of it. I want it all, all of you!"
He laughed with wild lust and pounded even more savagely, knowing then that she could handle his thick and cumbersome weapon of pleasure. Handle it she most certainly did, not content until he had stuffed the last hard throbbing inches of his penis into place.
Then and only then did she sigh with relief and sink back down against the mattress. He was ensheathed as far as he could, his nuts tickling her upraised bum furrow and his dark and hairy pubic bush completely obscuring her own narrow and fleecy golden growth.
The wide base of his penis was touched as if by licking fingers or tongues of fire, her cunt flaps tightly stretched around it and seemingly holding it down in place. And then her vaginal muscles fluttered and went into action, seconds before he eased back, withdrawing the entire length of his cock, right up to the head.
This he did with swiftness and ease, and with as much fluidity of motion he jerked forward and crammed his hardon back into place. Thus it was he began the work he had set out to perform, pistoning his massive and flaming rod of manflesh in and out of his niece's ripe and juicy little twat.
"I want you this way forever, for always," she moaned then, glancing down as if she still found it hard to believe that she had been able to effortlessly accommodate her uncle's mule-cock, that as well as the fact that it was Drew who had mounted her, who was now fucking her into a state of sexual delirium.
The nightmare of the past month was fading away, never to be remembered again. And in its place, for nature abhors a vacuum in all things, from empty cunts to forgotten memories, her thoughts were filled with the joy of the moment, the pleasure she was experiencing, the wild lusty passions Drew had succeeded in awakening inside of her. Drew smiled and kept at it, hammering in and out with one swift darting stroke of his meaty tool after another. His balls whacked and swung like a fist between his thighs, hitting her ass so that she didn't hesitate to reach down and spread her buns a little farther apart, thus able to soon enough feel his balls actually touching and stimulating her naked asshole.
She did this for a few minutes and then let go, only to slide her hands down along his chest until she was just about able to grab hold of his bucking heaving buns. Drew hunched forward, drawing her up against his crotch and even as he continued to jab away like mad, he was loving the way she fondled his muscular ass cheeks.
Her fingers kneaded his buttocks and she tried to slide down to the hot sweaty groove between his buns. This too was accomplished as he wiggled up closer until he was nearly squatting, resting on the backs of his legs and pulling her cunt down against his meat, even as he continued to lunge back and forth.
"You're doing fine, but this is only the beginning," he told her with a rare smile of complete and total bliss. Everything he had wanted to happen, everything he had wanted from her, she was now giving him and he couldn't have been more aroused or delighted.
So while he kept thrusting his cock in and out of her juicy quim, her cunt muscles lashing again and again in heated fibrillating response, Amy was sliding her eager fingers down along his anal groove, able to feel the tuft of hair at the top of his furrow, that and the wet and wiry pubes which lined his crevice.
She was not content until she was diddling with his asshole and since he was now kneeling, rather than being stretched out on top of her, she was soon able to accomplish what she had set out to do. Her hands pulled his buns apart and the tip of one middle finger rubbed hotly along his puckered bottom-hole.
She couldn't stretch far enough to actually finger-fuck his ass and thus stimulate and tickle his prostate gland, but what she was now doing was even more than Drew had expected. And so his niece continued to palpitate the tip of her inquisitive little finger against the folds and creases which marked his asshole while he, in turn, kept hammering his dong in and out of her quivering twat.
It didn't take very much more of his agile sexual gymnastics for Drew to get her over the hump. Her orgasm came upon her almost as an unannounced guest might arrive at one's home, suddenly there so that she gasped and her eyes bugged out a split-second before the rippling tidal wave of crushing sexuality descended upon her entire body.
She raged like a tigress, her jugs rising and falling as he pressed his lips around them and stuffed as much of her tits into his mouth as he possibly could. Unable to speak, to goad her on, he could only show his response by quickening the tempo of his raging cock-strokes, thus drilling his meat so swiftly that any second it seemed as if the unending friction would cause her box to ignite like two sticks sparking at an Indian campfire.
Her body jolted again and again and she clung to him as best she could, moaning and ranting incoherently, her words of fiery lust igniting his own trigger-like sexual appetites. He too was almost there and he gave in to the needs of his body, wanting to join her and be one with his niece's wild orgasmic response.
And so that too happened a minute or so later.
There was no stopping Drew Livingston and at the moment of release he flung his legs back and crushed her down to the bed, pressing the entire length of his body over her squirming shuddering figure. Forced to relinquish her palpitating grip on his bottom-hole, she now clung to his shoulders as if for dear life.
And then they were joined as never before, the hot gushes of his manly spend soaring out of the flaming head of his deeply buried and ensheathed pecker. The hot gobbets of foamy cream splashed and flooded her twat and she could feel the muscular ejaculations of his pole as easily as he felt the way her cunt muscles quivered and contracted against the entire length of his boner.
The heat of his body flooded her as well and there they were on the bed in a hotel room, in Capri, experiencing the kind of lusty and delirious ecstasy that both of them, uncle and niece. Drew Livingston and Amy Mitchell, had only imagined possible in their wildest erotic dreams.
All that had happened since Amy's encounter with Rene Martinon and Drew's involvement in his niece's affairs, now seemed to be fading into the background, replaced by the wild throbbing job that they were now both experiencing, giving to each other and getting much more than either of them had ever expected in return.
Drew didn't stop to think about what would happen afterwards, now that he had consummated his letch for his lusty and succulent teenage niece. What would happen was no doubt destined, for that, he had always thought, was the way life was.
He couldn't change the shame of things, the tapestry of their mutual fates. But he could certainly try to make sure that the weave of their lives would be joined together, just as they were joined and linked in wild sexual union, unable to stop themselves from screaming out with joyous and triumphant incestuous delight.
She even admitted to participating in four-way group orgies with Rene, the young man whose name was Claude, and Francoise, the four of them engaging in every manner of sexual activities including being lured (or forced, decided Drew) into performing before the men with Francoise.
As far as Drew's own designs upon his niece, he kept them out of the discussion, at least for the time being. Even the first night on the road, for it was a two-day trip to the Riviera, he checked into a hotel and requested adjoining rooms.
She was still on edge, still confused by her experiences and he didn't want to exert any undue pressures upon her until he felt the moment was exactly right. But that moment took place soon enough, four days later after she had already begun to lose her pallor and the color of youth had returned to her cheeks.
As in the other hotel, they were staying in adjoining rooms with a bath to be shared between the two of them. Four days after first checking his niece out of the private sanatorium, Drew had put on one two many martinis at lunch and now felt a glow of warmth and self-satisfaction settling like a soothing balm over his body.
He too had gotten over the worst of the experience and none the worse was wear, was once again his horny and virile self. During the three weeks he'd waited in Paris while Amy was at the sanatorium, he'd had a chance to see Christine Pedersen, though the meeting was arranged at his hotel, lest Rene decide to use the girl as a foil to lure him back into his clutches and take his revenge.
But Christine seemingly knew nothing of what had taken place at Fontenay. Thus, Drew had been able to spend a torrid afternoon and evening with the Swedish teenager, even going so far as to take her to Orly in a rented limousine when she arrived with her luggage and the announcement that she was returning to Stockholm on the midnight flight.
But other than that one time, he'd gone without sex for far longer than he felt was both natural and comfortable for a man of his considerable physical appetites. The drink had given him an edge of horniness and that evening, still aglow and buzzing with pleasure, he'd showered and then returned to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist, intent upon consummating his incestuous desires for his niece.
He waited for her to disrobe and take off her beach apparel before stepping into the tub. The drone of the shower spray aroused his senses and he knew that it was either now or never. He took comfort from the fact that she had openly admired his body, both at Fontenay when she'd caught him in the act of coming as he fucked Francoise, as well as here at Capri, where she'd seen him cavorting on the beach in the skimpiest and most revealing of French swimming shells, the kind that once wet clung to his crotch and enabled her to see the formidable outline of his cock, even when limp and detumescent.
He'd steered the conversation away from sex on all occasions, even when it had appeared that she was interested in discussing such things with him. But he took heart from the abovementioned reactions, as well as the often remembered words of Rachel Strauss, Amy's friend.
He recalled how the black-haired teenager had seemed to indicate that his niece had a letch for him and even Amy, back at Fontenay-aux-Roses, had said that it was too bad he was her uncle, too bad that they were related to each other.
Bad or not, incest a taboo and a societal sin, he nevertheless was intent upon doing what he felt he had denied himself for far too long. And now was the perfect opportunity. He waited until he heard her turning off the shower faucets and then stepping out of the tub to dry herself off.
By this time, his cock had grown huge behind the loosely draped towel that was wrapped around his waist. Just picturing what it would be like to go to bed with his niece had gotten him good and hard and pre-come was already dribbling hotly out of the head of his monstrously swollen and oversized pecker.
The front of the towel thus tented out, despite the fact that he pulled his cock straight up towards his waist and stomach, he nevertheless strode right into the bathroom, not even bothering to knock upon the door.
"Oh, I thought you were finished," he said, lying through his teeth as he found himself staring with obvious excitement at the sight of her highly arousing body.
She was still naked, drying her long blonde hair with a towel. It pleased him to no end when she didn't blush or jump back with embarrassment, or even make a move to wrap the towel around her naked and glistening body. Rather, she just laughed and continued to dry her hair while he moved to the toilet and made no bones about lifting up his towel to pull his cock out into the open.
"Nature calls," he said, glancing over his shoulder to where she was still standing on the bath mat. And even as he pretended to urinate though it was quite impossible to do so now that he sported a huge and flagrant hardon, he was pleased to notice the way she was glancing back at him, staring and almost trying to slide around as she casually dried her hair. It was as if she was now more than just curious, wanting to sneak a peek at his cock before he stuck it back behind the front of the towel.
And Drew was the kind of man who gave Amy every opportunity to satisfy her girlish whims and curiosities. Ignoring her blatant sexual stare, or so he hoped it was meant to be, he flushed the toilet and then turned sideways, whistling nonchalantly as he made a public display – Amy being his captured audience of stuffing his meat back into place.
Everything seemed to be going in his favor.
He was not placed in the position of trying to win her over, for it had become increasing apparent to him that all of his suspicions, all of the vibes she had sent off to use her term for them, were not projections of his imagination.
For his niece now stared at his unveiled hardon with considerable interest. It seemed to him, as he took his time stuffing it away, glancing out of the corner of his eye and pleased to note she was still wide-eyed and open-mouthed, that Amy was itching to get her hands, or her mouth, or hopefully her twat, on his meat.
And, what was more, he was just as eager to get a hold of her, in all her lush adolescent splendor. For the first time he was able to see her without a single thing on, the towel now wrapped like a turban around her hair.
They said nothing, uncle and niece, and he slowly turned to face her even as she backed away to the door. Her eyes were still drawn down between his legs and he had tied the towel loosely and purposely so. For now it slipped down as he made a move, falling off of his waist so that his cock jumped out of confinement.
Her eyes opened even wider and the silence was almost ominous, but also wildly arousing. Drew's mouth was watering as he ogled the spun gold of his niece's tender muff, her fleecy love-nest still damp with water and possibly even the first fresh discharges of the juice of her obvious sexual excitement.
It was a narrow swath between her slim golden-toned thighs and her jugs, so small and tender, seemed to swell and perk up, each ruby-red nipple hardening and growing taut as his eyes slid up and down the length of her naked body.
No appropriate words came to mind. He didn't know whether to remain where he was and let his niece make the first move or if he should do what came naturally, forcing her to surrender to his burly virility.
A minute passed, sixty silent watchful seconds, during which time he felt himself fast losing control of his senses. Her body called out to him and he wanted to devour her with caresses, to show her what love-making was really all about, not just the unemotional animal sex she had been forced to endure with Francoise, Claude and the odious Rene Martinon.
So when she didn't make a move, when she didn't respond as Christine had done in the shower, dropping to her knees in adoration before his horny and potent body, Drew knew that it was time for him to take a chance – a good chance, at that – and do what he had kept putting off since he had found Amy at Fontenay.
"Your friend Rachel told me that you've always thought I was a hump," he whispered, dry-mouthed and eager to get started.
Amy looked up into his eyes with a start, as if she had been hypnotized, as if his cock was mesmerizing her the way a snake can charm a bird into immobility. "You are," she whispered, dry-mouthed and eager to get started.
Amy looked up into his eyes with a start, as if she had been hypnotized, as if his cock was mesmerizing her the way a snake can shhhhhh charm a bird into immobility. "You are," she whispered. "I mean, I've always thought so. But you're my uncle, so…"
"So what," he said, completing the sentence. "Rachel knew a good thing when she saw one. And so do you. And you know what? So do I, Amy, and I've known it for a long, long time, longer than you'd even believe." And saying this, seeing the way a blush of confusion had suddenly suffused her cheeks, he moved towards her, ignoring the way she continued to back off into her room. He followed her, for she made no move to slam the door in his face, to callout words of disapproval.
She seemed fearful but wildly aroused at the same time, the forbidden and incestuous nature of their imminent bodily contact confusing her so that it would appear that she didn't know what to say or do. But Drew didn't have to hear her flattering him. She could have been mute and he wouldn't have cared less, for he knew what he wanted and what must be done.
She backed away from her, all eyes to his hairy crotch, to the grossly swollen projection of horny manflesh which rose out at her like an instrument of devilish pleasure. His body called out to her as much if not more than she called out to him and when her legs hit against the side of her bed, it was time for Drew to make good all the things he'd promised himself.
He lunged forward, his eyes blazing and his fingers trembling to grab hold of her. She gave a startled girlish yelp of fear and fell back onto the bed as he sprung at her like panther attacking its prey.
"Oh God no, say no," she moaned.
But it was too late for Drew to stop himself. He knew that what he'd always dreamed about was on the verge of becoming real and actual and so even as she trembled, his hands grabbed hold of her tawny thighs and he wrenched them almost brutally apart, dropping down onto his knees and the backs of his legs so that he was kneeling right in front of her.
See if she'll want me to stop now, he thought to himself as he held her steady and despite her fearful thrashing motions, lowered his head down towards the golden fleecy spot between her thighs. His tongue, long wide and raspy edged as a fine file, thrust out of his mouth like the hissing flickering tongue of an asp and a split-second later her body gave a convulsive shudder as she saw and felt the way it was now lashing over her golden little honey pot.
He slurped like a wild man, as if he had never sucked or seen cunt in all of his life. For though he'd had more than his share of girls and women, far more than most men had in their entire lifetimes, never before had he been as aroused and turned on as he was at this moment. His niece's box called out to him like the Sirens, beckoning him forward.
His tongue rose and fell, lapping hotly up and down across her fleecy pubic mane. She shuddered against him, but her motions grew less anxious the more he licked and tongued her delicious little box. He could see as well as feel the twin narrow smooth-edged lips which bordered her gash.
It was to these he now worked his oral magic, sucking on them, pressing his lips along each smooth length of cunt flesh and loving the way she now pushed her hips forward, her moans the moans of a teenager caught in the grips of sexual pleasure which knew no bounds.
That was just the way he wanted her to react. She was not disappointing him in the least and intent upon giving her pleasure she had been yet to enjoy in her young life, he worked his tongue in circles around hex muff, covering every inch of her tender and meaty little twat.
Her golden pubes darkened with spittle and were soon flattened down, matted around her fleecy hillock. Her cunt lips grew more prominent as a result, tempting him beyond belief. He even chewed on them delicately and all this time, all the while he had been licking the outside of her pubic mound, she had been moaning and writhing hotly against him, no longer capable of stopping her uncle from doing what came most naturally to a man of his adolescent oriented sexual appetites.
Drew could barely think straight as a result.
Consumed with raging passions, his blood boiling and his cock feeling so hard and throbbing that it threatened to explode in a shower of prematurely released semen, he continued to lavish all manner of attention upon Amy Mitchell's tight little quim.
Once he had licked the entire outer surface of her gloriously succulent mount, he slid his fingers up, tickling the tender and sensitive inner flesh of her voluptuous young thighs. She shivered hotly in response as he moved his hands ever higher, not stopping their upward journey until they had reached their goal.
His fingertips rubbed back and forth along each tingling and swelling major cunt lip. Then, he took hold of them as gently and delicately as possible, listening to her girlish and plaintive moans of sexual excitement.
Her plaintive whimpers were music to his ears and as she continued to shudder and writhe back and forth on the bed, her legs kicking out spasmodically, he gripped her cunt flaps securely, one in each hand. He pushed her legs up at the same time, pleased when she openly responded to his suggestive gesturing.
Amy lifted them up and rested them over his burly shoulders as he leaned still closer and now began to exert considerable pressure along her cunt lobes. He began to ease them back, farther and farther apart, the fetching and arousing mysteries of her vulva now revealed to his wide and glaring eyes.
Pulpy and glistening with cunt dew, puckered and creased and red with the rich supply of blood that suffused her vagina, her vaginal vestibule was a narrow little chamber the likes of which it seemed he had never gazed upon in all of his life. He continued to splay her folds apart, their youthful elasticity and resiliency enabling him to stretch them until they resembled smooth-edged rounded butterfly wings adorning her pubic mound.
Inside her vulva he caught the first faint stirrings of activity. He knew exactly what was causing the flicker of motion and his tongue swooped down like a bird of prey, ignoring the drooping inner numphae in its quest for the bud of erectile tissue that was her unveiled clitoris.
The narrow appendage wiggled on its tender stalk of cunt-flesh. The shiny juice-covered tip of her reddened clit was seen and then devoured as he clamped his choppers around it and sucked it right up into his slobbering mouth.
And the instant he sucked it into his mouth, pulling his cheeks in to create a partial vacuum and thus additional frictioning pressure, Amy was his and in every way possible. She gave into her desires as never before, thrusting her slim agile hips forward, ramming her cunt over his face and now openly demanding him to eat her out.
"Oh do it, oh shit, it's okay, I want it, I've always wanted it this way, with you, with you Drew," she called out.
Her words enchanted him and now that he had heard her give her okay, though he'd never really doubted it wouldn't be forthcoming, he began to his work with renewed confidence. He licked and tongued her trapped and stubby clit, his lips now smeared with the wild spicy ichor of her muff. Her juices flowed down in greater and greater abundance, coating his lips and tongue so that he could taste her murky and pungent fluids.
If it was at all possible, he would relish the opportunity to collect her spicy discharges, to trap them in a mason jar so that he could sip upon her musky secretions even when she was not physically present.
So aroused was he by his time that his tongue was moving at a maddeningly quick pace. He released her clit, only to ram his tongue all the way down into the narrow well of her shuddering pussy, licking more spicy juice off of her palpitating vaginal walls.
And as he did this, he let go of one of her cunt lips and slid his index finger in circles around her vulva, coating it with her oily juices. Once this was accomplished, the rest came easily. His finger suitably lubricated and his tongue doing a fantastic job of arousing every inch of her trembling snatch, he pushed her up a little off the edge of the bed so that he was able to wiggle and then insert his index finger right between the overhanging cheeks of her tight and rounded butt.
He didn't pull her nether globes apart but slid his probing finger up along her bum furrow until he was tickling the tender unblossomed folds and creases which swirled around her naked and hairless bottom-hole. Her response was all that he had hoped it would be.
Instead of shying away, she shoved her buns down so that he could feel the strong muscular contraction of her sphincter ring against the tip of his index finger. Thus, he palpitated her anus even as he ate out her cunt, slowly but surely loosening her muscular restraint until her perianus was totally loose and relaxed.
And when that was accomplished, he thought nothing of gently inserting his index finger right inside her tight and boyish ass. Ever so slowly, taking care not to hurt her with his fingernail he pushed forward and her anus began to expand, the folds loosening and opening under the insistent pistoning pressure of his trembling digit.
He kept at it, not stopping until he had managed to cram the entire length of his finger right up her tight dry poop. The spongy yet resilient walls of her virginal asshole twitched against his finger and he eased it back and forth, never all the way out, listening to her groans of joyous and delirious sexual bliss.
His tongue and finger made contact along the taut divisional membrane, that narrow septum which separated her anus from her vagina. He licked her cooze and finger-fucked her ass until his mouth was filled with more juice than he could swallow in one gulp. He'd held himself back until he had collected a goodly amount of her delicious juices and now, with three eager gulps, he swallowed the reservoir of musky fluid he had collected inside of his mouth.
Content to continue at this pace for as long as necessary, Drew was thus doubly pleased when a few minutes later his niece began to beg him to fuck her, or to at least allow her to return the favor by sucking on his huge and throbbing member.
"Oh please, please, do it, do it and I'll come. I'll make you come forever, I swear it, Drew," she grunted, shuddering more violently against his face, her legs kicking out and her thighs scissoring around his thick bull neck.
It was all he needed to hear.
He was not about to take his time any further, for any second and his body would have its way and he'd have wasted an abundant hot load of gismo Drew hadn't jerked off for the past week, saving up his come for the night when he and Amy would have it out together.
And that night had now arrived, their passions making each of them bum with an ungodly fire. So delirious was he as well as Amy by this time that he ripped his finger out of her asshole in a flash. And then he almost reluctantly removed his tongue from the wet surging cavern.