Rachel, he thought, seemed to sense what he was up to. For even as his two fingers continued to probe and piston in and out of her tight girlish quim, trying to get her muff to expand so that eventually he would be able to house his cock inside without difficulty and with impunity, she now lifted her legs up and pushed her butt towards his sucking mouth.
He had to hold her legs up with one hand though until he made contact. Too bad I don't have a dildo or something to stuff up her snatch, he thought to himself, for it was difficult doing all these things at the same time.
Nevertheless, he was quite resourceful and managed to succeed where others might have failed and given up. His two fingers jabbed in and out of her pussy even as he now was able to gently spread her buns apart, just far enough so that his outstretched tongue could work its way right between them.
Her anal groove was damp and sweaty, exuding a slightly sour but not unpleasant odor of excrement. The gaminess of her poop only turned him on all the more and he pulled her swarthy buns farther apart as she shoved forward, finally enabling him to get at her puckered asshole.
This he could see was all tight and pink, much narrower in appearance than the conformation of her juicy quim. The slit of her unopened bottom-hole intrigued him mightily and Drew was a man who accepted life's challenges, this being a lesser one but one he was not readily able to ignore.
He stuck his tongue out, lashing it over the swirl of perianal folds which surrounded her virginal asshole. She was whimpering and mewling with delight, hissing too between her thick sensual lips. He knew she would love to get rimmed and probably hadn't enjoyed the sensation too many times in the past, if at all.
And that was what he did to her and for her, ramming his tongue forward even as his fingers continued to plunge and dart like little broncos, sliding their way in and out of her succulent box. He pushed his tongue forward and ever so slowly her anus began to loosen and eventually expand, allowing him to enter right inside her poop-shute.
He kept at it, feeling the dry slickness of her anal walls, using his tongue like a battering ram and piercing her fundament within another minute or two. And once his tongue was inside her heinie, once it was lapping and slurping in and out of her rump, tickling and stimulating her rectal walls, he knew that the moment he had waited for was nearly at hand.
He had no idea of how much time had passed since he'd rang the doorbell, how much time had passed since he had first pressed his hot and thickly sensual lips around her knockers. But she didn't seem to be in a rush or to be hassled about time, her impatience the impatience of a youngster who was no doubt more aroused and horny than she'd ever been in her young life.
Pleased with himself and his way with the youngster, delighted that she was as turned on as he was, he continued to eat out her ass and finger-fuck her cunt, even going so far as to plunge yet a third finger down into the clenching rippling depths of her overheated and itching cooze.
"Oh do that, more, please, oh anything. Shit, so fucking far out, so fucking good," she panded, corkscrewing her hips from side to side as he plunged his three fingers in and out of her cunt and ate out her ass with everything he had at his immediate physical disposal.
He refused to stop until he heard her begging and that was exactly what happened a minute or two later. Obviously, he'd gotten her to the point where she couldn't help herself, to the point when she needed what he had to offer by way of orgiastic persuasion and stimulation, namely what was most ideally suited to do the task, his cock and nothing else.
All this time his cock had remained tumescent, so much pre-come drooling out that his crotch felt slippery and damp, clammy and rather uncomfortable, at that. But now, a minute or so later, he heard the words he'd been waiting for ever since he'd started seducing the teenager.
"No, no more. I… I can't. Oh shit, I'm gonna come, Mr. Livingston," she babbled, shuddering against him as his tongue ripped in and out of her anus, able to feel the pressure of his three fingers on the other side of the taut divisional membrane, the septum which divided her vagina from her rectum.
He eased first his tongue back then until the rim of her asshole snapped shut and then he lifted his head up from between her legs, staring into her eyes. She was panting, her features contorted with excitement, almost about to lose her balance and hurtle into the pit of her climax.
But before this could happen, he ripped his fingers out of her vagina, knowing that now it was his turn to enjoy the fruits of her body and the fruits of his sexual efforts. She could tell what he had in mind, even before he got slowly to his feet.
Rachel Strauss leaned back against the love seat, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her blouse opened and her panties lying alongside of her chunky shoes. She was gasping, her tits rising and falling like a metronome as he stood in front of her and quickly removed first his shorts and then began to unbutton his oxford cloth shirt.
Her silence did not disturb him in the least.
He knew that she was quivering internally, desperately in need of a climax as a result of his heated sexual attentions, as hungry for an orgasm as a junkie was for a fix. In a sense, he was as addicted to sex in general as she was now addicted to finishing what he had started, i.e. coming and coming like she had never come before.
Of the latter there could be no doubt, for Drew was perfectly equipped to handle Rachel, perfectly suited to turn her on and satisfy her in a way she had never known before. It was an adventure of sorts, an exploration into the workings of her body she had not yet experienced until now.
Thus, he did not expect to hear her mouthing any words of objections, any platitudinous cock-teasing phrases he had occasionally and annoyingly heard in the past, such as, "I can't," or "some other time," or the like. No, he was not to meet with refusal or unsatisfied libidinal urges.
Rachel was as hot for him as he was for her and the teenager responded to his casual disrobing by pulling her blouse off and then pushing her skirt completely off. She kicked off her shoes and was now stark and completely naked, utterly at his disposal and his beck and call.
But this was a give and take, not an act of selfishness in the least. If anything, Drew had been more than giving, having never pressed his own needs upon the youngster. He hadn't, for example, forced her or even suggested that she reciprocate his cunniligual caresses by going down on him and sucking him off. He hadn't asked her to rim out his hairy asshole the way he'd so willingly rimmed out her own tight and pink little poop-shute.
So now, it was with the utmost confidence – if not calmness – that he took off his clothes. Her nudity filled his sight and his eyes were opened wide and unblinking, delighted by her lush naked body. She was as young as his niece, sixteen or seventeen years of age, still with a look of unblossomed innocence.
That was the look which aroused him most of all and he was able to picture the two of them caught up in the throes of their sexual union even before he had taken off all of his clothing. He removed his shirt and then kicked off his wingtips, his fingers moving to rapidly unbuckle his slim alligator belt.
Drew certainly was enjoying himself, enjoying as well the look of unabashed sexual excitement he saw in her eyes. He would take his pie and eat it too, as the saying goes, getting his rocks off and finding out more about his niece's whereabouts at the same time.
Nothing could have pleased him more.
Rachel sent out an aura of sexual magnetism and as she openly admired his hairy manly chest he unzipped his fly and pushed his tweed slacks down off of his waist and hips. He stepped out of them, displaying the way the front of his under shorts were swollen and tented out with the as yet unrevealed length of his massive boner.