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.