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.