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.