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.