His cock was just about hidden from sight, just the very base of his prong visible between his shuddering thighs. She was groaning, convulsing in front of him as if she was having a fit, her eyes opened wide and unblinking now that he had given her all that he had to offer.
"Oh God, God so much so fucking much, but do it, hurry and do it before they come home. Make me come, make me come, Livingston!" she cried out, straining and gripping his wide set and burly shoulders with both of her hands.
It was time to really let loose and confident she could handle it, confident that nothing now stood in the way between him and his orgasm, Drew began to slide his legs back so that he would be able to really hammer his battering ram of a cock in and out with the least bit of difficulty and effort.
He held himself steady, his joystick still deeply ensheathed. Despite the lack of room, the way his shaft fit her cunt like a glove, frictioning roughly along her vaginal walls, her muscles still were able to fibrillate against his pole.
He savored their lusty contractions and finally reached the new position. His palms were flat on the floor on either side of her, his legs stretched back behind him and his dong buried up to the hairy hilt, deep within her cunny.
His glans rubbed against her cervix and she was once again mew ling like a kitten, tossing about on the floor as he eased his tool almost all the way back, stopping when just his glans filled her vulva. Then, with a sudden flurry of motion, he rammed his prong home, scraping it down and hitting into her cunt with the force of a steam hammer.
The pistoning stroke set her in motion and she moaned and ranted with delight, clinging to him as he now began to do his job in earnest. He rammed in and out, one hot lightning-fast stroke after another, his balls keeping time to his rhythmic strokes as they slapped back and forth against her upraised buns, tickling her anal furrow each time he slammed his dong home.
With lowered head and extended tongue, he started working on her tits at the same time, licking them eagerly and agilely, sucking her nipples up into his hot slobbering mouth even as he kept on hammering his penis in and out of her tight and burning quim.
The fit was so exquisitely close, so fractioning and tight, that he could hardly see straight. By this time, after not more than a dozen bone jarring strokes, Rachel's skin had begun to glow, suffused with a ruddy sexual glow of excitement.
He knew she'd come in no time at all and he hurried to join her, wanting their climaxes to occur at the same time, if he could schedule it that way. "Yes, yes do it. Oh man, what a fucking pickle, give it to me, more, harder, harder, man!" she wailed, shuddering back and forth as he banged into her and hit against her pubic horns.
But cunt juice began to ooze down around his prong, coating her vaginal walls as well as his dick so that the more he hammered away, the wetter and more lubricated her twat became. It was easier to really thrust in and out and he gasped and kept at it, lost to his raging sexual excitement.
This was what he loved, what he felt his body had been meant for, to savor the tight gripping embrace of an adolescent's vagina, to feel a teenager squirming up against his rod and getting off on his manly sexual excesses. Nothing could have been more soul-satisfying and Drew went at it hot and heavy, feeling the way she was getting closer and closer to the pent-up orgasm.
He also was reaching the point of no return. His balls were churning his come like butter, rubbing and banging back and forth against the sensitive and tender flesh of her upraised buttocks. His tongue slurped greedily over her tits and he coated her boobs with so much slobber that they shone and he could almost see the reflection of his reddened face reflected on their rounded surface.
"Yes, that's it, oh shit, I can't, it's gonna… yes, now, man, oh fuck me fuck me!" she suddenly screamed, stiffening and tensing as he crammed his wong in and out, hard and fast and mean.
A gush of juice signaled her release and whatever had finally done the trick to trigger her orgasm, she couldn't stop it from running its course. With a loud and piercing scream, clinging to him and trying to pull him down against her, Rachel began to come just the way Drew Livingston had hoped.
And just the way he had hoped, she was coming as never before, so caught up in her orgiastic fervor that the room seemed to spin around her. She tossed and turned on the floor and he lifted his head after letting go of her jugs and fell crushingly against her, rubbing his hairy chest from side to side to stimulate and additionally arouse her by his tactile caresses.
"Do it, come, keep coming. Oh yeah, me too, yeah, now, fuck yes, now!" he bellowed, moaning hotly as he stiffened and felt his heavy pullet-sized testicles being pulled up high within his battering scrotal sac.
And then he too joined her in the pleasure of her ecstasy, in the pleasure of her searing orgasm. The hot gushes of thick creamy-white semen began to pour like molten lava down into the depths of her fluttering and overheated trench.
She squirmed against him as he sank down and lay on top of her, shuddering with violent sexual excitement. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for. Now, nothing barred his way or separated him from his blissful release.
"Oh baby, feel it, feel my come, what a fucking hot load, and all for you, for you, baby!" he groaned, shaking on top of her and pressing her down to the floor.
He kept swaying from side to side, unable to stop coming. He could actually feel the muscular ejaculations that accompanied each fresh burst and volley of gism, hot gobbets of manly cream gushing plentifully down into her shuddering and burning muff.
His climax was all he had wanted it to be, all and even more, besides. It was so enervating and arousing that he couldn't stop groaning, gasping for breath as he drained his balls dry, still coming long after she had felt the last rippling wave of her own torrid climax.
He didn't stop shivering until there was nothing left in the way of come to give her. Then and only then did he too close his eyes and gasp for breath, savoring the increased lubricity of her trench, the way her cunt muscles were still fibrillating around his pole, contracting involuntarily.
The hot gushes of cream had splashed inside of her and now filled her muff to a most incredible degree. There was so much come inside of her pussy that in fact it began to ooze down, dribbling out around the gaping opening of her virginal and juicy trench. He felt it coating his dong and then sticking to the hairs of his pubic bush.
Drew lay on top of her, feeling his cock losing its stiffness and steely rigidity. Blood flowed out of it again and it began to go soft and limp inside of her pussy. He knew that all he had to do was move gently back and forth for a few minutes and he'd be able to get hard all over again.
But time was against him and the best thing to do was get dressed as quickly as possible, lest Rachel's mother or father arrive at the house. But he had to find out about Amy. After all that was perhaps his primary objective. He'd seduced and conquered Rachel Strauss, at least on a physical and sexual level.
Now, he had to achieve the same positive results mentally.
"Where is she, sweetheart?" he whispered.
Rachel opened her eyes and took a deep breath, shaking against him as he lifted the bulk of his weight off of her slim and sweaty young body. He held himself up, his palms outstretched once again, his abundant chest hairs matted down with perspiration.
"She told me you were a stud, now that I think of it. She mentioned you a couple of times, when we were on the trip, about what a great guy you were and all, how she really grooved on you. But… you know, I didn't think about it until… well, you know what I mean," she stammered, blushing once again as he stared at her with a questioning and inquisitive look on his face.