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.