It can hardly be argued that the current "sexual revolution" of which we hear so much and see so little has been beneficial to a great many people in throwing off the debilitating and unhealthy aspects of the overly rigid Victorian moral code and in easing the repressively inhibited guilt-inducing restrictions of the Puritan ethic-even if seldom actively applied. Still; in their zeal to offset the mistakes of the past, advocates of sexual freedom may sometimes go too far, ignoring the fact that freedom is essentially a matter of responsibility. That a man and a woman are totally responsible for their actions and beliefs, and thus, that they should have the freedom to do whatever they wish to do with their bodies-so long as they do not harm others, and, by implication, also themselves--is generally accepted by the more knowledgeable behavioral scientists. But, the emphasis is almost invariably placed on the process of freeing oneself from the meaningless guilts or overly-repressive inhibitions.
There is another side to the coin: one can go too far. And, it is wise to be reminded occasionally that there is a difference between sexual freedom and sexual license.
In his latest work, Naughty Aunt Sylvia, the author illustrates this point vividly. It is the story of a bright and beautiful young maiden aunt-herself the victim of myriad licentatious persuasions-who is coerced, despite her own best wishes, to deliver members of her family to the very jaws of evil. It isn't that she doesn't love her young niece and nephew-fourteen-year-old Dusty and his twelve-year-old sister, Jordanna-it is just that she is so involved in her own needs and pleasures that she fails to realize the truly irreversible effects she and her lecherous millionaire boyfriend, Adrian Whipple's, activities will have on them.
Perhaps more could be said about this timely novel; about Whipple's "pet" as Sylvia calls them, Cuban bodyguards; about the psychological aspects of being cast alone-adrift as it were-on the face of a vast and uncompromising sea ... But there is nothing that we, The Publishers, could offer at this point that could further enhance the typical breathless Lewis quality of the book itself. You may be shocked by its frankness, appalled by its, at times, brutality, but we promise you this: you will not be bored!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
As Sylvia Martin waited patiently for the phone on the coffee table to ring, she lit a cigarette-her third in the past half hour-and emitted a heavy sigh as her mind traced back over the events of earlier in the day. She felt at once a traitor and an absolute bitch ... but excited, too, in that piquant bizarre way she had learned so many weeks before to enjoy at the hands of the latest of her seemingly endless list of lovers. Indeed, even now, as she dragged deeply on her Pall Mall and awaited the return call from her sister in Connecticut, she had but to close her eyes to imagine the scene in Adrian Whipple's den that morning.
The greying, self-made millionaire seated himself in an over-stuffed chair and watched the proceedings with a glittering eye, idly playing with a lighted cigarette in his hand. A huge, bearish man with an aristocratic face, he sat upright with the bearing of a Prussian officer. A cynical smile played around his cruel lips as he watched what was going on in the center of the darkened room. A small stage, covered with soft black velvet, occupied the center of the room. Small spotlights played down on the platform and a portable backing of mirrors had been placed behind the platform. Whipple wearing only an expensive silk robe, flicked ashes from his custom-made English cigarette and announced in his impeccable British accent, "You can 'begin'."
On cue, the two burly Cubans who were his bodyguards stepped out from behind the mirrors and up onto the black platform. They were tall and muscular, both in their early thirties, and both of them completely naked. They grinned at one another and stood anxiously awaiting further instructions from the master.
Sylvia, in all her brown-haired glory, stepped out from behind the mirrors and was assisted up onto the platform by one of the grinning young men. It was obvious she had been drinking, for she swayed, almost losing her balance as she walked out onto the platform. She wore nothing but a flowing white robe and, as she stepped into the spotlight, her ample figure was silhouetted under the robe. In her late twenties, she still possessed a curvaceous figure, with large breasts, pale-pink nipples, a firm stomach, swanning hips and long full thighs that tapered down to shapely calves. Grinning broadly, the two Cubans led her to the center of the stage. Their cocks were already beginning to swell in anticipation of pleasures to come. Sylvia put one hand to her eyes, shielding them against the glare of the spotlights, and squinted out into the darkened den. "Adrian, please, couldn't we just...." Her voice trailed off as Whipple shook his enormous head in the dark, saying, "Is now, now!"
"But, Adrian-, You know my wishes and you know how I can be if I don't have my way. And besides, my precious, you know damned well you like it, don't you?"
Sylvia shuddered, a look of helplessness coming over her pretty face.
"Your enthusiasm overwhelms me, Sylvia. Very well. That will do for now. In a little while, you'll be begging for more." Whipple stubbed out his cigarette and chuckled. "You see, I know you only too well. Manuelo, Paulo, begin!" he commanded in a sharp tone.
The two Cubans were only too eager. The one called Paulo grabbed Sylvia roughly and pressed his body against her. Sylvia resisted feebly while his tongue probed into her mouth. From behind, Manuelo fondled her firm buttocks under the robe, then lewdly pressed his hardening prick against the softly yielding crevice as Paulo ground his prick into her loins in front. Sylvia squirmed and Manuelo let out a low groan, and getting a fistful of her long brown hair, he jerked her head around and back until his tongue could find her wide open mouth.
Adrian Whipple crossed his legs and laced his fingers together, settling back to watch the writhing figures on the stage as Paulo opened the front of her robe to the waist and took her two large breasts in his hands and squeezed them, fondling the nipples between his fingers and watching them grow tight and erect. His hungry mouth enveloped them and he sucked greedily while Sylvia, her head still held back, moaned into Manuelo's mouth.
Manuelo continued probing her willing mouth with his tongue as his arm slipped around her waist and forced her to lean back against him, bending her knees and forcing her to thrust out her hips in a lewd helpless manner. Paulo opened the robe the rest of the way, revealing her jutting hipbones and the Vee-shaped pubic wedge of her chestnut hair. Still sucking on the tips of her breasts, his hands forced her thighs apart and his fingers probed and caressed the fleshy parting of her vagina.
All resistance left Sylvia and mechanically she slumped forward, held up only by Manuelo, her eyes closed and a depraved smile playing about her lips as Paulo parted the lips of her vagina, revealing the pale pink interior of her cunt already beginning to glint in the spotlight with unwilling lubrication. His finger worked in and out while his thumb found her clitoris and rubbed it, like a ball bearing, watching it flag itself erect. Manuelo let go of her hair and her head fell forward, shimmering brown hair partially covering her ecstatic face as she began to slowly come to half-life and gyrate her naked hips in time to Paulo's thrusts. With Manuelo's help, her robe fell silently around her feet and she stood up naked, wanton, eyes closed, her hands groping for and finding first Paulo's, then Manuelo's prick. She gripped the now erect pricks in her hands, stroking them slowly, skinning the foreskins back with a moan, revealing their deep red mushroom heads. Behind her, Manuelo gripped her breasts and massaged them. Involuntarily, she moaned her mounting delight.
Adrian Whipple watched silently, a sadistic grin on his cruel aristocratic face. He sat forward, his elbows on the arms of the chair, not wanting to miss a thing, himself growing excited watching the writhing figures on the platform and thinking of the delights yet to come.
The two men stood closer, thrusting out their hips and grinning at each other wickedly. Sylvia opened her eyes and gazed at first one then the other prick, sinking slowly down until they were level with her face. They were so thick, so tempting, so hard! Slowly, the tip of her tongue tickled the tip of Manuelo's cock. Then turning her head, she did the same to Paulo.
Adrian Whipple began breathing harder, responding to the sexual excitement the three on the platform were feeling. He watched, leaning forward, his breath coming out in a small explosion as Sylvia slowly forced the foreskin on Paulo's prick back over the glistening head then, opening her mouth wide, her lips elastic and tight around the thick veined cock, slowly taking it into her mouth.
A shudder went through the young Cuban and he cursed softly in Spanish, his eyes closed tight. Sylvia pulled the long cock out of her mouth with a soft sucking sound and slowly, dreamily, turned her head to face Manuelo's cock which he shoved toward her with a thrust of his hips. With a low laugh, she raised it and, ducking her head, she licked his balls hungrily, then slowly, her lips spread and tight, she let his cock also slide into her mouth.
Smiling broadly at his friend, Manuelo slowly began to pump, his wet cock like some great piston bulging her cheeks as he thrust in, hollowing her cheeks as he pulled out. Then, Paulo pulled her head free and he fell to the soft velvet floor, lying on his back reaching up to grasp her head. Eagerly, the luscious brownette straddled him in a sixty-nine position, seizing his hotly swollen cock with both hands and greedily, as if she wanted to devour it, she began to suck.
Paulo, his head beneath her straddling thighs, reached up, his arms around her waist, and buried his face, his tongue licking wildly, in her hot willing cunt. At the same time, Manuelo behind her kneeled and spread the velvet softness of her ass-cheeks with his thumbs, grinning down at her exposed and vulnerable rectum, tight and puckered. Lightly, his tongue flicked over it, bringing a muffled cry from Sylvia-s eager throat, her doe-like brown eyes wild with delight. All reason left her, all sense of shame as she spread her legs wider, thrusting up her smooth, firm buttocks and wiggling them invitingly while below, Paulo gripped her harder, his mouth glued to her cunt while his tongue probed for and found her clitoris.
Behind her, Manuelo slowly sunk his tongue into her anus, deeper and deeper, spreading the tiny, puckered entrance to her bowels wider and wider. Sylvia was beside herself now, her eyes rolling in her head, her buttocks grinding lewdly as the two tongues probed her, exciting her, igniting a ball of white hot fire deep inside her. Nothing mattered, nothing in the world except to expand the ball until it became as big and as intense as the sun itself, until it became too big for her to contain and exploded, engulfing her until every nerve in her body tingled in ecstasy.
Suddenly, Paulo threw her to one side, scrambling to his knees as his boss' young mistress rolled over on her back and obscenely spread her legs. With a wild wanton groan, she drew her knees up until they crushed hard against her breasts, her hands reaching down and finding her hungering cunt, her fingers spreading her vaginal lips wide as she wriggled her buttocks lewdly up at them. "Fuck it!" she moaned. "Fuck it, fuck it, both of you!" she implored.
"WAIT!" Whipple's booming voice cut abruptly through the air like the crack of a bull whip.
Both of the men flinched, halting, crouching over Sylvia like wild animals. They looked into the dark with faces driven cruel and wild with lust. There was a pause that seemed to the ravished young brownette to last an eternity as Adrian slowly lit another cigarette, the flare of the match revealing him sitting poised in his chair, grey hair framing his thin face. His eyes were slits as he slowly exhaled. "Are you enjoying yourself, my darling Sylvia?" he intoned thickly.
"Oh God, yes, Adrian darling!" Sylvia hissed, still maintaining her slavish position.
"Do you like it?" Adrian Whipple said soothingly.
"I love it!" she gasped sluttishly. "You know I love it, Adrian. Please, please, darling ... let them fuck me, let them fuck me hard!" She was almost begging for it.
"Very well, begin," he smiled cruelly with a magnanimous gesture of his hand. With a growl, the two men fought to get on top of her, but Manuelo was quicker, crashing on top and plunging his rampaging cock home as Sylvia let out a cry against the sudden pain of entry and the two of them began pounding their loins obscenely against each other. Wild eyed Paulo was not to be denied, either; and pulling Manuelo's greasy head away, he fell across Sylvia's face, his cock finding her mouth already eager and sucking.
The two men pumped viciously, mounting in excitement when, at a signal from Manuelo, they scurried, switching positions while Sylvia sucked under them, her hips bucking and her breasts spread and jiggling like jelly with the rhythm. With a squeal of lust, Manuelo tore himself free and got to his knees. 'Time we fuck this yanqui bitch good, eh, Paulo?"
Paulo got to his knees, a mean glint in his eyes. "Si, my friend," Ire panted. "You first."
Abruptly, Manuelo seized Sylvia's writhing waist in his arms and turned her over, forcing her to kneel, her head still on the floor. Still on his knees, he positioned himself behind her and gripping her hips, help her in position as the head of his iron-hard cock pressed against her tiny, puckered anus.
Below him, the twenty-eight-year-old mistress lay helpless and relaxed, her eyes closed, her mouth open and moaning. He-would hurt her, make her feel like she was impaled on a spit, make her feel like she was going to be torn in two as he slowly, sadistically forced the head of his cock against her cringing asshole, stretching it wide, stretching it until she screamed under the pain. She remained docile, bearing the pain, knowing she would ride beyond the pain and humiliation to a pleasure unbelievable in its intensity.
Adrian Whipple had taught her well the pleasures of humiliation and depravity these past few weeks, and as much as her conscious mind railed against it, as many times as she swore never ever again no matter what the price, she always returned, her mind glazed and fascinated. She always returned because deep down an animal instinct told her she loved it, loved having people watch her humiliation and debasement, loved it with a fired passion that couldn't be satisfied or quenched except by going again and again and submitting herself to the whims of this madman, Adrian Whipple!
Meanwhile, above her, Manuelo held her head tighter, his fingers digging deeper into her soft flesh and sunk his rampant cock an inch deeper each time. Below him, Sylvia's head was forced into the black velvet, her hair half over her face, her breasts billowing out, her nipples caressed by the thick velvet with each hard downward thrust the Cuban made. With a savage lunge, Manuelo sunk his cock home to the hilt in her ravaged anal passage, feeling the resilient pink flesh clasping his hardened penis like a too-tight rubber glove. Then, grinning up at his sweating comrade, he nodded importantly.
Like a rag doll, the two of them lifted Sylvia bodily while Manuelo slowly rolled over on his back, Paulo letting the lithe brownette down on top of him. She lay, legs apart, her passion-moistened cunt wide open and throbbing. She lay with her eyes closed, her arms flung out, moaning, shivering with anticipated pleasure. Paulo got on top of her and, parting the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair with its giant, throbbing head, slowly sunk his cock home into her molten fleshy cunt.
Only a thin membrane of excited flesh seemed to separate the two ramrod cocks as Sylvia began moaning; and, unable to stop, the moaning turned slowly into animal cries of sheer pleasure as the two men began tp slowly pump into her anal and vaginal orifices at the same time.
Sylvia, helpless, spread her legs wider, wanting all she could get of both men, wanting still more than they had, wishing in a fevered excitement for more men with cocks, hard swelling pricks that would ravage her body until she came again and again, until she lost consciousness..; and awoke to find still more men eager to have her. She gyrated her hips as much as possible, as the three bucked and reared, the two men fucking her hard now as she lay sandwiched between them like a rag doll.
Adrian Whipple sat forward in his chair, his face no longer quite so excited. He was vigilant now, searching his young mistress' face for the first signs of on oncoming orgasm. His timing had to be precise, and his mind, in iron discipline, shut out his own wild excitement. His eyes narrowed as he saw the veins standing out in her neck like steel cords stretched tight and her wild sightless eyes roll back in her head, revealing the whites.
"That's enough!" he shouted. "I command you to stop!"
Instantly, Paulo rolled away from her, writhing and groaning in his own frustration. Below, Manuelo used all his great strength to throw her off, his cock coming out of her widely stretched rectum with a wetly sucking and popping sound. He, too, rolled away and covered his face with his hands to help control his agony.
A long wail escaped Sylvia's lips, almost tearing her throat. She got to her knees, wild with an unsatiated lust, making a fist and screaming out into the dark, "You selfish son-of-a-bitch! God damn you!"
Whipple clucked his tongue. "Such language. That will never do. "Come, my pretty, crawl to me!"
Sylvia remained crouched on the platform like a wild animal, breathing hard, her eyes staring at his dimly outlined figure. Involuntarily, her hands slid down to her cunt where her pubic hair was wet and matted with her own juices. Unable to resist, she began to rub her smoldering pussy, desperately trying to maintain the raging pleasure that had suddenly begun to ebb.
"Crawl, I said ... Or, do I have to resort to other means of persuasion!"
Resignedly, Sylvia obeyed, crawling on her hands and knees, blindly moving towards the voice that guided her in the darkness.
"Over here, my sweet ... Over here!"
A small table lamp was snapped on, and Sylvia looked up to see the evil form of Adrian Whipple grinning down at her. He parted his legs and indicated, pointing with one long finger, that she was to crawl between them. "My dear, your reticence no longer amuses me. Perhaps ... Perhaps you need a bit more discipline."He pressed his fingertips together in an attitude of contemplation, studying his mistress' reaction over the tips of his manicured fingernails.
"I-I'll do anything you say, Adrian," Sylvia trembled in a whimpering voice. A shudder shot through her body, momentarily dimming the passion that ran, like electric probes, through every fiber of her beautiful body. Above all, she didn't want to be disciplined ... not in the way her master had in mind!
"Anything?" Whipple smiled, his heavy eyebrows raising.
"Yes, yes ... anything!"
"Good ... Bring me another girl!
"W-What?" Sylvia gasped, her eyes widening incredulously.
"Another girl, Sylvia ... She must be attractive; she must be innocent. You will deceive her and, eventually, you will deliver her to me." He leaned close to his mistress startled face. "No chorus girl, no financially desperate little slut," he continued coolly, "but someone young and perfectly innocent ... perhaps" even a virgin."
Sylvia winced openly, her heart skipping wildly, as the full impact of her lecherous boyfriend's words permeated her consciousness. Surely Adrian could, with his wealth and resources procure such a girl far more easily than she ... so why then? It could only be a test, she quickly decided, a test to prove her unwavering devotion.
"Sylvia, my pet," the lewd millionaire pressed in a restrained, lust-thickened tone of voice, "I can't hear you!"
"I-I don't know anybody like that, Adrian," she pleaded.
"You're lying, pet," Whipple grimaced. "I'm sure you can think of someone ... perhaps someone you might enjoy watching being corrupted as much as I will enjoy corrupting her...." He let his voice trail off on a note of evil promise.
Abruptly, with an audible sigh of defeat, Sylvia queried nervously, "H-How young does she, this girl, have to be?"
"The younger the better," Whipple answered briskly.
Again, Sylvia's stomach turned an anxious flip. It would serve him right if I brought him a two-year-old! she thought venomously. Then, with a sickening thrill of realization, she knew that he probably wouldn't mind that at all!
"Sylvia, my patience is wearing thin!"
"Y-Yes ... I do know such a girl, Adrian," she admitted treacherously, the lips of her pussy flaring slightly of their own volition. "S-She's my niece."
Adrian Whipple's cock soared another inch. "How old is she?" he questioned hotly.
"Twelve."
The slit in the head of Whipple's cock parted indecently to allow a thin strand of pre-coital syrup to issue forth in a dangling silver string. "Does she have a brother?" he asked as his filthy mind turned over a multitude of incestuous possibilities.
"Yes," the startled young mistress responded, "h-he's fourteen ... Why?"
"Why, my pet? ... You should know me well enough by now to know that I am a connoisseur of debauchery in all its forms ... In other words, Sylvia, he's for you!"
The young brown-haired aunt was trembling too violently to calculate an appropriate response, but the familiar lusty filming of her eyes were a dead giveaway. "Would you like to suck me now, darling Sylvia?" Whipple offered generously. "Just to, uh, seal our agreement?" His hands parted his robe, revealing him naked, his legs parted, his hairy balls dangling lewdly beneath his bloated red penis.
Lovingly, Sylvia took the cock in her hands and fondled it, rubbing its slippery turgidity against her cheek, then peeling down the thick wealth of foreskin and kissing it and licking it, taking its bulging head in her soft wet mouth and closing her eyes in bliss, knowing what was coming.
Above her, Whipple relaxed and smirked with pleasure. There were times when he didn't wish to participate, times when it gave him more gratification simply to watch, directing, forcing a woman to acts of debasement and, more than that, forcing them to admit that they loved it. With a flick of his fingers he signalled the two Cubans back into action. They scrambled off the platform and hurried to ravish Sylvia from behind while her head bobbed rhythmically over Adrian Whipple's hot dripping penis.
The luscious brown-haired aunt spread her lovely thighs and thrust her buttocks up hungrily and willingly as Paulo sunk his shaft home, with a soft plopping sound, into her warm wet pussy. Sylvia Martin, eyes closed, relaxed and let them do whatever they wished with her. It would be a lovely long ride for her, with the two of them taking turns, fucking her mercilessly from behind until she was driven to one beautiful orgasm after another, until Adrian exploded in her mouth and the Cuban bodyguards, one after the other, came like rutting animals back there in her cunt....
Sylvia's delicious reverie was suddenly broken by the ringing of the telephone, and she sat up straight on the edge of the couch and crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray before grabbing the receiver in the midst of the second ring. "H-Hello?" she queried hopefully, her hands beginning to sweat.
"Sylvia?" came the crackling response at the distant end of the line. "It's me, Charlotte ... How're things in Miami?"
"Just fine, Sis," Sylvia answered nervously. "Uh ... how are things in Connecticut?"
"You mean about the kids coming down for that cruise to the Bahamas with you and your financee?"
"Uh, yes ... about that."
"Well, I caught Ed with it as soon as he got home from work-he was surprised to hear you called this afternoon-and-"
"And...?"
"And he says it will probably be alright-what with the kids out of school for the summer-but....Well, we don't know much about your boyfriend except he's rich."
Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. "W-What did you want to how about him, Charlotte?"
"Oh, it's not me, Sylvie," the older sister protested, using the young aunt's childhood nickname, "If you say the guy's okay, it's good enough for me, but-"
"But...?"
"Well, you know how that damned electrician husband of mine is-has to know everything about everything-especially where the Princess is concerned."
"Well, I can't blame Ed-ior feeling that way about Jordanna," Sylvia entered tactfully. "After all, she is his only daughter."
"Dusty we're not worried about," added Charlotte. "Good Lord, that kid's as big as his dad already; wait'll you see him!"
"Uh, yes ... well, about Adrian...." She paused long enough to light another cigarette, letting the smoke out easy as she continued, "he's English, a little older than me-"
"How old?"
"Uh, well, he's fifty-seven, but he's in incredibly good condition ... Used to have a sugar plantation near Santiago, Cuba before Castro took over."
'mat's he do now, Sylvia?" Charlotte queried, her interest obviously piqued, "Well, he retired after that, Sis ... had all his money in a Bahamian bank, so he didn't lose anything but the real estate, and that was an inheritance from his Spanish grandmother." Then, unable to resist interjecting a little humor despite her nervousness, she added, "I guess mostly he just makes friends now."
"Rich, huh, Sylvia?"
"Very ... He's a millionaire twice over."
Charlotte sighed wistfully on the other end of the line. "Ed makes good money," she said, "but he's a far cry from being a millionaire ... Guess you did alright for yourself taking off for Miami last year."
Sylvia took the opportunity of the wistful pause to take another puff on her Pall Mall. Then, with all the calmness she could muster, "It's all set, then? I mean-"
"Yeah, sure ... How big's your boyfriend's boat?"
"It's a sixty-five footer."
"Good God, that ... that's a yacht!"
"Pretty close, Charlotte ... He had a bigger one, but he didn't like that much crew around when he entertained."
"Sounds fine to me, Sylvia ... We'll get back to you about the details later. "I know, when you can look for the lads and all. Right now, I've got a roast in the oven."
"Right, Charlotte ... And, thanks. It'll be a real educational experience for them."
"That's what I told Ed, but you know how electricians are ... he just grunted."
"Bye, Sis."
"Bye, Sylvia."
CHAPTER TWO
"My, you two certainly have grown since the last time your ol' Auntie saw you!" Sylvia gushed as she swept her young wards under her wings like a mother hen. "If it weren't for those telltale grins, I don't think I would have recognized you!"
"Six inches and twenty pounds since last summer," the young nephew boasted. "OF Princess there's put on a few pounds and inches since last year, too ... And she ain't a bit taller than she was!"
"You shut up, Dustin Carter," Jordanna countered from under the safety of her young aunt's enveloping arm. "You're just jealous 'cause I'm bigger up there than your silly blonde girl-friend, Sally Matthews, an' she's a year older than me!"
As they walked from the passenger loading ramp to the baggage counter, Sylvia followed the light-hearted sibling banter with genuine affection. In a far corner of her mind, her conscience-or what remained of it-made a futile attempt to make her see the error of her ways, but the iniquitous demon unleashed by her masterful lover remained in full control. Indeed, her strongest emotion at the moment was the pride she knew she would feel when Adrian got a look at those pretty little apple-sized knockers that strained against the bodice of Jordanna's yellow sundress. From the pink-nailed, well-tanned little toes peeking primly out of the little girl's stylish cork-soled sandals to the crowning glory of her dark brown hair curling out from beneath her wide-brimmed straw hat, she knew that Whipple would be pleased ... Who knows, maybe even pleased enough to put a ring on her finger!
"Jeez, this is sure some airport, Aunt Sylvia," Dusty gushed. "The one in Bridgeport looks like a soccer field compared to this!"
The young aunt squeezed her handsome dark-haired nephew a little closer to her side and smiled broadly as she looked him mischievously in the eye. Good Lord, she thought, he is tall! ... Fin wearing six inch stacks, and he's almost as tall as I am! Then, abruptly, she felt a gentle if persistent tug on the sleeve of her blouse on the other side and looked down to see a worried expression etched on Jordanna's pretty face.
"Aunt Sylvia," the young niece whispered urgently with a surreptitious glance over one spaghetti-strapped naked shoulder, "I-I think that man is following us!"
Sylvia squeezed the little girl's arm affectionately as they stepped onto the escalator leading down to the baggage area. "That's just Paulo," she reassured her. "He, works for Mr. Whipple."
"Oh?" the twelve-year-old niece returned as if not quite convinced. "He ... He looks kinda creepy to me!"
"Say, where is Mr. Whipple, anyway?" Dusty entered importantly. "I've never seen a real-life millionaire before."
"He's out on the boat making lunch," said Sylvia, "wait'll you taste his steak'n'kidney pie!"
"Wow!" Dusty laughed. "A millionaire fixin' his own lunch. You'd think he'd have a cook to do that."
"He has a cook at home, darling. But, he likes to do his own cooking on the boat ... He likes to keep the staff small when he's out to sea. And, anyway, he's a marvelous chef in his own right."
"Damn!" Adrian Whipple muttered as a large lump of steaming mashed potato escaped the spoon to splatter across the toe of his highly polished shoe. "If this fuckin' rowboat doesn't stop rocking, we're going to be eating off the floor!" Then, irritably, he shouted over his shoulder, "Manuelo, did you get the wine?"
"Si, senor Whipple ... Soave, Soave!" the big man exploded.
"I told you to get the fucking Bardolino. We're having a roast, not fish!"
"I'm sorry, senor Whipple ... I'll go-"
"No, you stay; I'll go ... Just see if you can get the rest of these potatoes into the bowl without baking your Cuban cock!"
Angrily, Adrian Whipple wiped his hands off on a neighboring towel and stormed out of the galley to the stateroom cupboard where the wines were kept, mumbling something under his breath about the quality of help these days. Still, he knew that lunch would be superb--it always was-and anything worth doing was worth a little extra effort ... particularly where twelve-year-old girls and only slightly younger wines were concerned....
In spite of Adrian Whipple's concerns to the contrary, the children-particularly "'The Princess" were positively overwhelmed by the lunch he had prepared for them. The fine imported silver, the bone white china with platinum rims, the silver candelabras at either end of the massive hewn teak dining table-Jordanna had never seen such sumptuousness, nor such food, and she felt somewhat awkward and out of place in her new surroundings. While the others carried on an animated three-way conversation throughout the sumptuous meal, the impressionable twelve-year-old remained courteously mute, speaking only when spoken to, nodding pleasantly and smiling at other times, and worrying about the billowy sleeves of her blue velvet dinner dress when she wasn't eating.
The blue velvet-a present from her Daddy on the occasion of her recent birthday-was a bad choice, a mistake she instantly realized when she'd entered the dining room, after descending the broad, bannistered stairs from the deck above. The dress was just too formal for shipboard dining, she realized now that it was too late to do anything about it. And she almost wished she could go back to the cabin and change into something more casual, like Aunt Sylvia's tomato-red jumpsuit and white summer pumps. Indeed, she felt like a teenybopper in her first party dress, despite a remarkable job of masking her self-consciousness.
Idly, she reached for her sparkling red wine and sipped it gingerly. It burned a little, but its cheery highlights and pungent aroma pleased her nonetheless, and she soon found herself drifting into a small reverie all her own ... Golly, it hardly seemed possible the changes that had taken place over the past few days. The call from her beautiful Aunt Sylvia, that scrumptious plane ride down the cobalt waters of the Atlantic coast, and now....having lunch with an honest-to-goodness English millionaire aboard his private yacht ... It was just too much, even if the aristocratically handsome, grandfatherly older man did cast blatantly devouring looks in her direction from time to time....
"Jordanna...?"
"Huh? ... Oh! Excuse me, I must've been daydreaming."
Sylvia Martin smiled indulgently at her pretty little niece. "Thinking about your handsome boyfriend back home?" she teased.
"She doesn't have one," Dusty butted in cruelly. "Mom says she's too little."
Sylvia's finely drawn eyebrows arched sympathetically. "Is that right, dear?" she offered gently. "You don't look too little to your Aunt Sylvia."
Jordanna nodded dumbly, staring at her plate and feeling her face redden in embarrassment.
"We thought we'd lost you there for a minute," Adrian added graciously. "We were just saying how lovely you look in that stunning blue dress."
"T-Thank you, Mr. Whipple. My daddy gave it to me for my birthday."
Adrian Whipple was drawn to his mistress' enchanting dark-haired niece like a moth to a flame. Beneath the table his cock was jerking and throbbing like something alive as he thought about all the exciting things he would do to her once they were out in the open waters on their way to Grand Bahama. Just the thought of those precious virgin lips caressing the business end of his prick was enough to send chills up his spine. He'd had young ones before-some even younger than Jordanna-but none so pretty as this. "Well," he stated abruptly, clearing his throat with the last of his wine, "I trust you all found your quarters and lunch to your satisfaction?"
"Great, Mr. Whipple," Dusty grinned, "when do we get to see the rest of the boat?"
"We're hoisting sail the first thing in the morning, boy ... Crack of dawn, weather permitting."
"Hoist sail?"
"Just a figure of speech, boy ... Actually we've got a Lindberg 680 in this rust bucket ... One of the best in the business."
"Sounds terrific!"
"Yeah, Mr. Whipple!" echoed The Princess.
Adrian wiped the last vestiges of the meal from his mouth with the corner of his napkin. "Now I suggest we all just relax and enjoy the sunshine for the rest of the day-perhaps turn in a little early-so we'll all be nice and refreshed in the morning."
CHAPTER THREE
It was nearly half-past-ten when Sylvia finally felt it was safe enough to go to Whipple's stateroom without arousing the suspicions of the children. They would know soon enough the true purpose of the trip; there was absolutely nothing to be gained by tipping their hand before the boat was even out of the harbor.
Without a doubt, she knew that he would be waiting for her, his enormous swollen cock in hand for her to suck while he told her all the wonderful things he planned to do to Jordanna. And, more, she was pleased as a country tart at the prospect.
Her heart pumping wildly beneath her filmy black pegnoir, the young brown-haired aunt hastily threw on her matching nylon robe and slipped her narrow fine-boned feet into a pair of clear plastic high-heeled mules before sneaking stealthily out of the cabin door. It was a little chilly out, what with the evening breeze blowing in from the open sea, and she pulled the robe a little tighter around her shoulders to suppress a chill. Luckily, she thought as she crept along the deck to Whipple's cabin, there was no moon.
Adrian was, just as Sylvia had expected, lying back on his back on his enormous bed, his own robe completely open in front, the towering fleshy pole of his cock pointing toward the ceiling as if in obscene salute. From the glistening sheen of the knob in the cabin light, and the dangling silver strand of pre-coital nectar that grazed his prickly goose-egg balls, it was obvious that he had been playing with himself.
No words passed between them-none were necessary-as Sylvia slipped quickly out of her filmy clothes and climbed nakedly on her hands and knees between her master's widely-spread thighs. It was obvious to Adrian Whipple what Sylvia was about to do as her face dropped to within inches of his rippling cock. It was now oozing clear fluid from the single eye-like slit in the purplish tip as she hummed appreciation for it in her throat and ogled its hugeness as her hand slipped the loose foreskin up and down over the bone-hard ridges.
The young aunt lasciviously licked her full red lips and inched them toward Whipple's naked thickly veined penis. "Maybe this will make you easier to get along with," she said, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at his gigantic pulsing cock. "Tell me what you think of my pretty little niece while I amuse myself ... I can't wait any longer!"
She stuck her pink moistened tongue as far out of her mouth as she could and flicked the pointed tip up and down the stretched foreskin of his heavy, uncircumsized cock, causing him to groan with pleasure and strain his erect stiffness out from his hair-covered belly toward her open mouth. Then, she pulled it down like a pump handle until it was pointed directly out from his belly at her redly puckered, but slightly parted, lips, her still-flicking tongue licking hungrily at the sperm seeping from the dilating tip-end.
"C'mon, and tell me, Adrian," she teased, backing her head away from his fleshy rod a few inches, "tell me your wicked plans for seducing our little Princess!"
The lecherous English millionaire tightened both of his hands in her hair, suddenly tired of her teasing, and drove his throbbing cock into her hotly waiting mouth, forcing its thick head brutally between her lips and shoving her tongue back as he mercilessly thrust as much of his hardened shaft into her as she could take. "Oh, baby, that's nice" he sighed heavily as he felt the searing heat of her nearly-filled mouth surrounding over half the length of his cock enjoying the look of her bulging cheeks and lust-brimmed brown eyes as he speared deep into her. "Sylvia, my pet, you do that awhile, and I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
He groaned huskily as he began making short, hard strokes into her choking mouth and she squeezed her hand around the broad, rock-hard length of his cock and kneaded his sperm-filled balls hanging underneath with her other hand. Then, he closed his eyes and savored her loving technique a few moments and then concentrated on not cumming, wanting it to last while he told her his plans, knowing it would fire her up even more and thereby increase the pleasure she would give him.
The cheeks of his ass hollowing as he pumped in and out of her alternately puffed and sunken cheeks as she knelt obscenely-;before him sucking noisily, he forced himself to continue, "I think the best way is to let out little bird discover my collection of erotica-allow her to peruse it at her leisure-and let nature take its course until I can catch her in a compromising situation ... I can keep Paulo and Manuelo busy below-decks, but ... but someone will have to keep Dusty occupied until I make my move."
He felt her tongue begin following the full pulsating length each time it retreated, lightly circling its tip, sending jolts of electric sensations into his loins. "That's your part of the plan, pet," he added as he ground his teeth in response to a particularly delicious motion of her tongue. "If you can take care of the kid long enough to allow me a free hand with baby sister, we should be home free!"
He moaned again, increasing his speed and guiding her bobbing head below to match his faster rhythm while he watched her contorted face slaving on his cock now glistening wetly with her saliva. He loved seeing the huge thickness of his rod sinking in between her hungrily sucking lips, tiny red smears of her lipstick showing on it on the outstroke. As stuffed as her mouth was with penis, Sylvia could only mumble her agreement around the sliding, slipping cock as it continued to plunge deeper and deeper into her mouth.
The lecherous millionaire closed his eyes, pretending for a moment that it was the young brown-haired niece slaving over his swollen cock. By God, he thought, III enjoy getting that naive little pussy down in front of me like this ... I'll shove it so far down into her pretty little throat I'll be fucking her tonsils, and I'll pump my cum all the way down into her sweet little belly until she'll think it's going to fill her little tits!
But then, abruptly, he cried out, "Get your ass up here, Sylvia ... I want to suck you, too!"
Dusty Carter didn't know if it was intuition or the sounds of softly clicking heels on the deck outside his cabin door that had awakened him from his light sleep, but whatever it was, it had aroused his curiosity. Instantly, he spun around on the edge of the bed and began to slip into his levis and deckshoes.
Outside the cabin, Dusty could hear sounds-sounds that reminded him of a child noisily eating a popsicle-coming from a door two cabins down from his own. It was Mr. Whipple's and a light was emanating from the porthold in the door!
As silent as a cat, the curious teenager nephew inched closer, grateful to the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull of the moored boat for masking his footsteps. Closer and closer he crept until there, just there, he could keep the flat of his back to the cabin's outer wall and cast a surreptitious peripheral glance through the bright glass disk.
Jesus Christ, his eyes widened in disbelief, it's ... it's Aunt Sylvia and Mr Whipple, and they 're ... they 're sucking each other off!
Little Jordanna Carter couldn't sleep. She was far too excited over all that had transpired over the past few very exciting days. She lay in her sheer baby-doll pajamas, stretched out languidly on her bed in the darkness without even a sheet covering her, her young mind swirling with anticipation of the wonderful things still to come. It was an almost sensual sort of excitement she felt as she thought of the happy sun-filled days ahead-almost like she felt those times when Teddy Harrison down the block had grabbed her down there whenever they played tag together. Of course, she didn't play tag anymore; she was a grown-up young lady now, and she didn't have time for such silly childish nonsense.
Still, those feelings-those prickly little tingles-were still there, especially when she thought about something exciting. Sometimes, she could hardly stand it, they became so intense ... all along the insides of her soft smooth thighs, and right up through ... through her thing ... then they'd race over her belly and up to her breasts, making them throb until her tiny nipples would get so hard ... so hard, she just had to slip her finger inside her little slit and rub ... but that only made her feel better for a little while, because the tingling prickles would get stronger and stronger, and she'd rub harder and harder, until finally, she would cry herself to sleep, and in the morning they'd be gone again ... for awhile.
What bothered her most was that these feelings seemed to occur more frequently lately, arid every time they came over her, she got the wildest thoughts ... like visulizing her daddy's penis the way she'd "accidentally" seen it on those occasions she'd walk in on him in the bathroom ... Or, her brother, Dusty's ... and she'd more than just seen his; she'd held it in her hands and examined it closely ... God, how she wished she had one of her own right now! She knew what what she'd do with it, too ... push it right into her holer virgin or not!
Subconsciously, Jordanna's tiny hand moved downwards over her smooth flat belly ... down to her warm vibrant thighs, and slipped inside the elastic legband of her little silk panties, her fingers gently parting the soft, sparse fuzz and fondling the fleshy soft lips of her tight little pussy, finally spreading them apart, one trembling finger easing in between their velvety moistness as memories of Dusty's stiff shaft filled her excited young mind ... and it was then that she heard the tapping on her cabin door.
At first it frightened her, and she lay breathlessly staring at the opening through the darkness, jumping at the anxiously whispered, "Princess?....It's me!"
"W-Who's me? Jordanna demanded indignantly, raising up on the bed.
"Dusty ... Who'd ya think it was, Chicken Little?"
Jordanna let out a relieved sigh, then got to her feet and went to the slightly-gaping opening. "Dusty," she said, "what in heaven's name are you doing out there?"
"Shhhhhh!" he cautioned, a finger covering his lips. "Come on out, there's something I want to show you!"
She could see her brother quite clearly now. He was already down to just his skintight levis, and she felt certain that she could make out the hardened swelling of his penis jetting out down there. She stared at it wistfully, then up at his beaming face. "What is it, Dusty?" she queried. "It's Aunt Sylvia and her boyfriend," he said. "Remember how I told you grown-ups suck each other off sometimes?"
Jordanna felt her face color immediately, but it was a warm and pleasant sensation. She nodded, hardly daring to speak least she make too much noise.
"Well," Dusty continued with mounting excitement, "come out here and you can see for yourself ... They're going at it right now!"
"I don't believe you, Dustin Carter!"
"Well, let me goddamn prove it, then!" Jordanna hesitated only a moment. The mere mention and thought of what her brother was implying had, for some unknown reason, set those maddening tingles soaring through her again. And, anyhow, she didn't believe he was speaking the truth. "Are you coming, or not, dum-dum!" Still, she had to know for sure. "A-Alright, but you'd better not be lying!"
Dusty helped his sister through the open door, letting his hands brush intimately over her lush young breasts and causing her to titter silently. Then, unexpectedly, she gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek as she reached down and squeezed the thick lump in his levis.
"Watch it, Princess," Dusty grinned, taking her hand and leading her toward the dim light pouring through Whipple's porthole.
To Dusty's delight, his aunt and Adrian Whipple were still going at it, engaged in the same lewd act and in the same positions as when he'd snuck out to watch a few minutes after bedtime. "There!" he boasted proudly. "See for yourself, Princess!"
Jordanna was forced to place her small hand over her mouth to keep from gasping aloud as she watched the beautiful naked bodies of the couple on the bed before her. Instantly, the sight increased the already wild sensations coursing through her aroused young body. God, her Aunt Sylvia was absolutely delicious to look at! She was kneeling over Mr. Whipple's face with her crotch, her slender, well-manicured hands wrapped around the base of his long thick penis with several inches of it sunk deep in the liquid confines of her sucking mouth!
"See, smart-ass!" Dusty whispered.
"What'd I tell ya? ... Aunt Sylvia's sucking Mr. Whipple off while he licks her snatch!"
"Shhh!" Jordanna cautioned, suddenly thrilled to the very core of her being. "Let's just shut up and watch them, okay?"
"Sure, Princess," her brother giggled guardedly beside her, "anything you say!"
Standing there in the darkness, peering through the porthole into Whipple's brightly-lit stateroom, the young niece could almost feel the wet, delightful tongue making its entrance between her own tight pussy lips. She could almost cry with joy for them in their happiness ... surely they must really be in love! She watched her Aunt's lover's big hands slide up to cup the twin moons of Sylvia's roundly firm buttocks and draw her satin crotch down closer to his eagerly sucking face as he thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into her clinging vaginal channel.
"They're getting ready to cum now," Dusty whispered excitedly behind her. "I can tell."
The twelve-year-old sister could actually hear the humming sounds emanating from her beautiful Aunt's throat as she watched Adrian Whipple's long red shaft sawing rhythmically in and out of Sylvia's open mouth, his loins tensing and jerking spasmodically in their quest for release. "W-What do you mean, Dusty?"
"I mean they're getting ready to pop their nuts! ... God, you don't know anything, do you!"
"Of course I do," Jordanna defended. "What I meant was, will Sylvia let him cum right in her mouth ... all that white stuff?"
"Sure! What'd you think she's sucking him for?"
"I-I don't know," she countered. Then, on second thought, "I wish it was me instead of Aunt Sylvia."
Dusty took a critical look at his baby sister in the light pouring from the porthole. "Yeah, me too," he admitted.
"You mean-"
"Yeah, Princess, that's what I mean, alright." He backed away and pushed his levis down, so that his own throbbing teenage cock was jutting straight out towards her.
Jordanna looked down at it excitedly. "Y-You mean ... you and me?" She was incredulous.
"That's what I mean, Princess ... C'mon, let's go back to your cabin."
"I-I don't know, Dusty," the little sister stammered. "I mean ... Oh God, I don't know what I mean!" As if to help his baby sister make up her mind, Dusty took her tiny hand in his own and guided it once again to the lump in his levis. Instantly, she gave it a pleasurable squeeze, then kissed the surprised older brother full on the lips. "Oh God, let's!" she stammered breathlessly. "Just hurry!"
Dusty wished he could see better, it was so dark in the cabin what with Jordanna insisting they leave the lights out. Still, they both had all their clothes off and she was up over him and on the bed in the same position Aunt Sylvia and Mr. Whipple had been in. He could feel the nipples of Jordanna's pretty little tits hanging down and brushing against his stomach as she held his cock and waited for him to start. She was holding his balls and stroking his swollen young flesh ... and he could just make out the smooth white globes of her succulent young buttocks wavering in anticipation above his own anxiously breathing face. "Jeez, you're beautiful, Sis!" he said.
"Dusty," she stammered concernedly, "aren't you scared we'll get caught?"
"Sure, Princess ... aren't you?"
"Yes ... But, I want to do it anyway, don't you?"
Dusty swallowed tightly, then ran his hands over the satin flesh of his twelve-year-old sister's thighs and ass, then down to the insides of her legs where the sensitive flesh was warm and excited. "Bring your rear end down a little lower, Princess," he instructed with renewed courage.
She did, and he could feel her legs tremble as the first delicious aromas of her aroused sex reached his flaring nostrils. Suddenly, he pushed his tongue forward, feeling the tickle of soft pubic hairs against it, an unexpected sensation that aroused him even more. Excitedly, he brushed through the tightly-coiled curls until he touched hot flesh and realized that he had found her pussy.
Tingling shocks raced wildly through him, and he ran his tongue along the crack from the very bottom to the top and then back again. He could hear Jordanna moan aloud, and reached up to squeeze her ass cheeks as a signal to be quiet. Again and again, he drew his tongue up and down through the softness of her pubic wisps, until, suddenly and without warning, it parted the fleshy lips a fraction of an inch and moved inside with a slithering thrust. Jordanna couldn't restrain the groan of passion that issued from between her lips.
There had never been a feeling to compare with it in her entire life!
Jordanna stroked the heavy foreskin of her brother's cock as she waited in seeming eternity for him to lick again, then lowered her face until she could smell intimately the biting aroma at its tip. She remembered the slit in the head, and then the way her beautiful aunt had sucked the cock of her millionaire boyfriend. Oh God, she wondered, could any girl be as lucky as she was ... to have such a handsome big brother who lay beneath her licking her cunt and sending all kinds of wild and delicious sensations rippling through her? And then, abruptly, she let her tongue reach out to the tip of Dusty's cock, tasting the unexpected wetness she found there and discovered to her infinite satisfaction that it wasn't at all unpleasant as she'd feared it might be.
She ran her tongue-tip over the smooth, rubbery flesh, feeling his prick jerk in her hand and his tongue suddenly brush hotly over the distended pink bud of her glistening clitoris. This time, she found the slit in the head of her brother's penis and the desire to probe into it was more than she could bear. She worked feverishly at it, as if by doing so, it would eventually worm itself inside, and for her delightful efforts, she received the respondent thrusts of her brother's own tongue into the feverish sanctity of her pussy.
Her buttocks quivered and lurched in ignorant, blissful delirium above him, the thought that she had to have Dusty's cock to its swollen depths inside the hot cavern of her mouth nearly overwhelmed her.
She plunged her soft pink lips over the head, her tongue swirling excitedly and with surprising expertise as she sucked out her passionate greed. Oh God, her young mind registered hotly, I love it!
Fourteen-year-old Dustin Carter had never experienced anything to compare with this, either. Nor had there ever been anything to equal the delightful sensation of an eager and nubile young pussy to suck in return....and at the same time, too!
Jordanna couldn't believe the enchanting thrills the sucking of her older brother's penis was bringing her. It was the most thrilling moment she had ever known ... and he was licking and sucking at her clitoris at the same time. Her pussy felt like it was about to burst into flames from the voluptuous sensations of Dusty's busy tongue. She could almost imagine how hot and thick his sperm would taste when it came. Pungent, too, like what she'd tasted with the tip of her tongue in the beginning ... Oh ... Oh ... OOOhhh ... OOOHHHHHHH! ... something was happening inside her! It was ... it wasss ... Oh, sweet Jesus, nothing had ever felt so wonderful!
Dusty suddenly realized that he was going to cum. He could feel the tingling way down deep in his balls as he opened his mouth wide and sucked his little sister's sweet pussy for all he was worth. He mashed his tongue on the delightfully throbbing flesh of her wetly seeping clitoris ... that's where she'd do it, he knew instinctively.
"Oh Christ!" he bellowed suddenly. "I'm cumming, Princess!"
"MMMmmmhhhmmmmmmm!" she gurgled delightedly around the swollen fist of his young cock. "D-Do it ... mmmfl"
And then, it happened....Dusty's rippling, lust-purpled cock burst open like the coffers of a lusty dam, long ropy squirts of his teenage seed filling Jordanna's little ovaled cheeks in a ceaseless flood. Eagerly, she tried to swallow his seed with her mouth open, getting only small portions while the tremendous wave of sheer delight swam over her and her body shivered and trembled above him as he clung inside the lips of her moist and tender cunt to her clitoris, even as his prick lurched and spewed the contents of his youthful vibrant loins all over her face and hair ... even to her lovely swaying breasts.
Completely exhausted, the young niece and nephew slowly disengaged their tangled bodies and lay panting on their backs in the darkness until Sylvia's footsteps had passed outside on the deck and Dusty felt it was safe to dress and return to his own cabin.
CHAPTER FOUR
There was an aura of silence and mystery over the surface of the ocean as the early morning fog slowly began to lift. The seemingly impenetrable wall began to break up into writhing tendrils, permitting short glimpses of the restlessly surging water beyond. Everything was tinged a muted pearlescerit gray in the early morning light and the surf could be heard only as a distant mutter, with an occasional hollow boom as a big wave toppled over, trapping air inside its curl. The cold Atlantic swells were big and green, humping up like the backs of prehistoric monsters, passing by with that oddly muted sound of a building wave.
Suddenly, a slight puff of wind tore, a huge rent in the fog, making it possible to see several hundred yards out to sea, and the boat was under way. About a hundred yards out from the mouth of the harbor, a monstrous wave was beginning to build as a big Atlantic roller was forced upwards by the shelving bottom.
"It looks a little choppy now," the conniving millionaire explained to the worried Carter children at his side on the bridge, "but you just wait a couple of hours and see if it doesn't calm down."
"Why's it so rough this morning, Mr. Whipple?" Dusty half-shouted above the combined noise of the engine and the surf.
"We're probably catching the edge of a blow," Adrian explained. "It happens all the time this time of year ... No sweat, we'll be basking in the sun before we're half-way to Bimini."
The kids remained unconvinced. "How do you know we won't be heading right into it?" pouted Jordanna.
"Not a chance," laughed Whipple. "I've got a piece of equipment that tells me all I need to know about storms."
"A sextant?" Dusty queried unknowledgably.
"Ship-to-shore radio," Whipple explained with a toothy grin. "I called the weather bureau."
The kids lapsed into a considerate silence then, as their aunt's boyfriend piloted his craft through the swells at the head of the harbor and out into the open sea. They were at once excited at the prospect of their adventure, and not a little frightened at the awesome power of the mid-Atlantic and its unknown dangers.
Away from shore, and the bobbing shell-white skyline of Miami, the swells, still oily, slick and ominous, trued themselves to predictable undulations, their grey-green cast giving way to brilliant blue just beyond the three mile limit. At nine that morning, though still brisk and cool, the sun broke through to bask the breaking whitecaps in diamond-studded highlights.
"Hi, I'm not disturbing anything, am I?" Sylvia's cheery voice enjoined as she joined them on the bridge bearing a tray with four piping cups. "I brought cocoa."
Dusty and Jordanna, their spirits already beginning to lift with the morning fog, latched smilingly onto their steaming chocolates with appropriate "thank you's," and turned their combined attention again to the sea ahead. Adrian, looking jaunty in a calbe knit navy turtleneck and yachting cap, cast a happy smile over his shoulder and announced, "It's breaking up real nice, pet ... I expect we'll be swimming by noon."
"Sure, why not?" offered Dusty. "Twelve feet or twelve thousand, what's the difference? ... Jeez, you can't touch bottom in the deep end of the pool, anyway!"
"But, what about sharks?"
"Aw, Princess, we wouldn't be swimming if there was any..-"
"We'll put ol' Manuelo up in the crow's nest with a pair of binoculars," said Whipple. "Ol' eagle eye'll let us know if there are any big ones about."
Dusty nearly choked on his cocoa. "Y-You mean there are sharks around here?" he stammered.
Adrian nodded in the affirmative.
"Big ones?"
"As big as you want 'em, boy ... Great whites, tigers, blues ... we've got 'em all."
Dusty paled visibly. "If it's all the same to you, Mr. Whipple, I'll just stick to fishing."
"Now who's the scaredy-cat," chided the Princess, beaming.
True to Adrian Whipple's word, the noon sun beat down on a sea of glass for as far as the eye could see. The Yanqui Dolllar, as the boat was called, lay dead in the water halfway to Bimini, the first leg of the journey completed, while the men fished and the women lay sunning themselves on the fore-deck.
Dusty yanked the forty-pound test line once, almost bending the rod double and set the hook, immediately reeling in the line as it sliced the surface of the water in a choppy zag. He landed what must have been at least a twenty pound bass with relative ease now that he was getting the hang of it, a smug look of satisfaction spreading over his handsome young features.
"Wow!" he shouted. "Look at this one, Mr. Whipple!"
"It's a beauty, boy."
"I guess we'd better knock off pretty soon, huh? ... I mean, we've got enough to feed the early Christian church, now!"
"Yeah, in a minute ... I think I see an interested customer out there."
Adrian felt a light tug on his own line then, and thirty feet of line peeled off the reel before he caught it with the thumb-catch. "It's a big one!" he shouted, and pulled back hard on the rod.
"Oh my, Jordanna," Sylvia gushed concernedly as her eyes looked on her niece's naked back, "you're as red as a new penny....I think you'd better call it quits for your first day out!"
"Aw, Aunt Sylvia," the twelve-year-old protested. "I always burn before I tan."
"But darling," Sylvia countered, "you just don't know how fierce this tropic sun can be ... Now, you do as your ol' Auntie says, and go take a nap in your cabin until dinnertime." Jordanna grunted, "But I'm not sleepy, Aunt Sylvia!"
"Alright then, go to Adrian's cabin and read; he's got all the best sellers ... and I'm sure he won't mind ... Go on now, be a good girl!"
Reluctantly, Jordanna rolled over on her back and drew herself into a sitting position, adjusting the skimpy white halter of her two-piece bathing suit before getting to her feet. "You're sure Mr. Whipple won't mind if I go to his cabin?" she queried.
"Take my word for it, darling!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Adrian Whipple dropped the last of the bass into the bucket, then stopped to consult his watch, making certain Sylvia had time to complete the initial phase of the operation, before announcing, "Well, boy, I guess that'll do us for awhile. Why don't you run on up and see how your aunt and sister are doing, while I run these down to the galley f or Manuelo to clean for supper."
"Yeah, sure, Mr. Whipple. Man, we sure caught ourselves some pretty fish, didn't we?"
"We sure did, boy, we sure did," Whipple managed a straight face.
The fourteen-year-old nephew wiped hjs hands off on his levis as he walked gamely up to the foredeck, a broad grin brightening his handsome face. "Hey, Princess, Aunt Sylvia," he called ahead proudly, "just wait'll you see the bass me and Mr. Whipple ca-" He stopped in mid-sentence as he rounded the corner and caught a glimpse of his voluptuous aunt for the first time without her cabana jacket.
Sylvia, lying face down in the tiniest of black string bikinis shot a quick glance over one sun-bronzed shoulder. "What's the matter, Dusty?" she queried, as if she didn't know.
"Uh ... Where's Princess?" he faltered.
"She was starting to look like a lobster, so I sent her in," Sylvia explained with an inviting smile. "But it looks like you're just in time to baste your ol' Auntie."
"I-I'm just in time to what?"
"Rub some baby oil on my back, darling ... it's over there next to the chaise lounge."
Like an obedient puppy, the goggle-eyed young nephew moved swiftly to fetch the bottle of baby oil, dropping shakily to one knee beside his aunt's nearly naked body. His hands were shaking so badly he nearly dropped the bottle as he tried to unscrew the slippery cap with his teeth, and he felt certain that his rapidly swelling cock was going to snap in two and fall into his shoe as he drank in her loveliness. Jesus, he thought, she's ... she's like a younger version of Mom with those big tits and that tight little ass and....
"Dusty, baby?"
"Yes, Aunt S-Sylvia?"
"Don't you think you'd better undo my top first? I mean, I don't want to get baby oil all over my new swimsuit."
"Yeah, sure, Aunt Sylvia," Dusty panted excitedly, setting the bottle down, "anything you s-say!"
Quickly, his trembling fingers flew to the place where the tiny strings were fastened between his young aunt's golden shoulder blades. Then, after a few seconds of earnest trying, he choked disappointingly, "I-I can't get it, Aunt Sylvia. There's a knot, and I can't get it undone!" He was almost crying.
Sylvia, restraining a tiny smile, reached back with both hands to investigate the matter for herself, her huge white breasts smashing flat against the towel beneath in the process. "Oh, you're right, Dusty darling," she cooed. "I guess we'd better go to my cabin and see if we can't get it undone."
The teenage nephew's heart was pounding wildly as he accompanied his young aunt to her quarters. He had his hands plunged deeply into the pockets of his levis as if to hide the rapidly rising bulge there, but already he knew it was too late.
"Okay, darling," Sylvia gushed warmly as she locked the door silently behind her. "Let's see what you can do."
She walked to the center of the cabin with Dusty not two steps behind her, stop-ping when her knees touched the edge of the double bed. The young nephew wasted no time now as he dug into the knot with his nails until, at last, it slipped free, the twin strings dangling uselesly towards the floor. "There," he announced sheepishly, "I-I really think I'd better be going now....I'd better go and help Manuelo clean the fish."
Sylvia let the tiny upper garment hang free on the generous swells of her nipples for a moment before exhaling. She made a mad and deliberately fumbling attempt to retrieve the garment before it dropped to the bedspread, but it was too late. "Oh my!" she blustered artfully, as she bent forward to retrieve it. "I guess your ol' Auntie's getting to be a real butterfingers!"
Her sudden unexpected posture forced her buttocks back hard against the swell in her nephew's levis. "Uh-oh," she gushed again with a little wiggle of her bikinied bottom, "do I feel something back there?"
Dusty's face colored hotly. "Oh God, Aunt Sylvia, I ...-I'm sorry, honest to Christ, I am."
"Sorry?" Sylvia echoed, straightening without bothering to cover her naked breasts, "I should be the one who's sorry...." Her hand reached back between her slightly parted legs to give the "lump" a squeeze with her long-nailed fingers." ... for giving you this!"
Dusty wanted to pull away, but he just couldn't Instead, he found his strong young arms encircling his half-naked aunt from behind, his hands reaching up to pluck at her exposed breasts as if they were a pair of sun-ripened grapefruits. "Oh God, Aunt Sylvia," he sobbed against her back, "You're sooo beautiful!"
Abruptly, Sylvia spun around to face him, her bursting alabaster globes crushing tightly to his chest as she craned forward to whisper hotly in his ear. "Do you want me, Dusty darling?
In response, the lusty young nephew pressed his face to hers with uncharacteristic boldness, his hot young tongue probing indecently to the farthest recesses of her mouth as he ground his own hot loins against the resilient firmness of her abdomen. Did he want her? ... God, did he ever!
Mustering all her strength, Sylvia managed to break the inspiring passion of his kiss to whisper hotly, "If you want me darling, you'll have to take off my bottoms, too!"
Dusty needed no further urging as he-dropped to his knees before her, his thumbs hooking instantly in the thong-like black bikini bottom to lower it unceremoniously to his young aunt's slender ankles like a lowered flag of surrender. He couldn't resist the delectable morsel before him, sparkling lewdly in the dim light like some primordial beacon in the subdued sunlight filtering in through the porthole. He fell forward, his unexpected weight nearly bowling Sylvia over as his strong arms locked around her boyish buttocks, his face burrowing wetly into her sable-colored muff. "Oh, Aunt Sylvia," he moaned in passionate admittance, "you're so beautiful!"
Sylvia could barely suppress a giggle at the muffled confession coming from between her legs. Her young nephew's passion was so fresh and genuine in comparison to the disciplined ardor of Adrian and his pet Cubans. Fondly, she ran ler long fingers through his unruly brown hair and pressed her thick vaginal bush a little tighter to his adoring face. "Are you ready now, baby?" she asked gently, moving back onto the bed.
"Sure, Aunt Sylvia ... C-Can I do it to you from the back?"
"You mean dog-style?" she laughed incredulously. "Yeah, sure, hon ... Whatever turns you on."
Dusty dropped his shoes and levis and followed his mother's younger sister onto the bed like an obedient puppy. Immediately, Sylvia climbed up on her hands and knees in the former position and called mischievously back over her shoulder, "Bet you wish I were your pretty little mama, don't you?"
The young nephew only grunted in response as he inched up on the bed behind the elevated dimpled hindquarters of his beautiful slender aunt. Wasting no time, Sylvia reached down between her slightly parted legs and took his strong young cock in her tightly gripping fingers and guided it between the moist lips of her cunt, drawing it slowly back and forth through the hot slick furrow without entering. Then, she placed its bulbous youthful head at the mouth of her vagina, slowly inching her buttocks back towards him, letting her sex swallow his throbbing young prick into her with tortured patience.
"There!" she gasped. "Now, just let it rest there for a minute 'til I get used to it ... You're pretty big down there, you know!"
Dusty couldn't have answered if he'd wanted to. The hot moist walls of his aunt's pussy had sucked his cock right up into her, and as he half-knelt, half-stood behind her, he could feel the sleek inner muscles tightening and relaxing like a mouth ... only better, and he couldn't hold himself back from flicking his hips back and forth as he tried to thrust further and further up into her. Sylvia felt her breath wiped away by the efforts of her nephew, plunging his excited young cock up into her voracious cunt from the rear.
Before she realized what she was doing, she was raising her brown-thatched pussy still higher for him and pushing back with a passion equal to his own. It was almost unreal, the expertise with which he speared into her, pounding his virile young loins into her wide-spread ass-cleft until she could feel his bloated balls slap solidly against her erect and swollen clitoris. God, he is big, she thrilled delightedly. Not as big as Adrian, but he's'getting there!
The young aunt's face betrayed her thoughts as it bore an expression of blissful enchantment. Behind her, she could feel the ever-increasing activities of her handsome young nephew as he sought to bring them both to rapid completion. Dusty's total experience with sex had been the night before with his baby sister, but the skill with which he sawed in and out of her fevered channel was such that she would have been hard pressed to believe it if she hadn't known otherwise. His eyes bulged wider and wider as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective, soft, fleshy folds around Sylvia's pussy, drawing back with each powerful backstroke, then swallowing in again as he thrust forward, her eyes opening and closing in a glaze of passion.
Sweet fucking Jesus, but she was the most gorgeous piece of ass in the whole world!
Sylvia could feel with obscene delight the few, tiny springy pubic hairs around the base of Dusty's strong young penis burshing tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her wide-spread ass cheeks. She dropped from her elbows to allow him still easier access, her heavy breasts squashing nearly flat against the mattress. "Oh ... Oh ... OH," she chanted lewdly, rotating her wickedly presented posterior around and around on her nephew's thick pole of flesh. "You're doing it perfect, baby ... just hold onto my hips and ... ugh!and ram it in as hard and fast as you can! Yes, like that! MMMmmmHHHmmm! Oh God, yesss ... beautiful ... BEAUTIFUL?"
She could hear her strapping young nephew gasp behind her, and her pearly lacquered toes curled under her feet, her entire skin a mass of shivering excited gooseflesh. She arched her naked ass up at an outrageous angle and held fast, as Dusty drilled into her like a pile driver.
Kneeling up behind his aunt's bent-over body, Dusty gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long rapid strokes, waiting to feel the signal of her total acceptance inside her responsively swivelling cunt. A feeling of absolute power surged through him as he held her hips in his hands and skewered repeatedly into her, enjoying the sensation of the soft fleshy ridges of her cunt slowly opening around his incessantly pistoning cock, her love-juices hot and slippery within the tight narrow passage. He stretched the quivering half-moons of her ass wide with his sturdy young fingers, watching with lewd delight the pinkly wet, glistening vaginal walls clinging around his penis on the outstroke, then folding in with the impaling instrument as he drove repeatedly back into the snug vaginal sheath. The tight enveloping softness brought a tingle of maddening delight shooting through his cum-laden testicles as his wetly encased cock pulsated with lewd pleasure.
Sylvia's doe-like brown eyes opened and closed in a glaze of passion, flashing with the intensity of the feelings ravaging her plundered loins. She spread her thighs out wider, moving her narrow feet apart on either side of her nephew's bent knees. From his supreme position above her, Dusty looked down and saw the tiny puckered anus nestled in the narrow split of her openly spread buttocks, and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to shove his finger up it to the hilt! Quickly, he slipped the extended middle digit of his right hands down into the weeping juices of his aunt's pussy, moistening its tip thoroughly before sliding it up again to the tiny anal mouth clenching and unclenching beneath his eyes.
Lubricated by her own cuntal fluids, the finger paused momentarily to tickle lightly at the puckered opening before slithering inward to the palm of his, had.
"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh!" the startled young brownette groaned in front of him, her feet jerking up and down on the bed as she struggled vainly to escape his brutally invading finger. Still, Dusty gripped her lovely naked shoulders forcefully with his free hand, pulling the anguished young aunt back tighter against him. Slowly, he twirled his finger around inside the narrow contracting passage, working excitedly in rhythm to the drubbings of her youthful cock below.
Sylvia felt the searing pain in her anus slowly subside as her rectal passage grew accustomed to the presence of the skewering finger, and she began to rock backwards to meet the inward thrusts, matching the steady rhythm stroke for thirlling stroke. She thrashed and bucked helplessly before him, her eyes bulging and her long brown hair shipping from side to side as she ground back on her nephew's delightful thickness. The huge young penis buried to the balls in her succulent pink cunt felt for all the world like the beating heart of a wild beast, each thrust spreading the walls of her cunt a little farther apart. She had grossly underestimated the young nephew's capacity for lovemaking; had no idea that his cock would swell to such breathtaking proportions. Her body felt almost limp to Dusty, like a rag doll draped on the end of his pulsing teenage cock. Dusty continued to stroke smoothly in and out, gradually lengthening his strokes as his cock grew ever larger. To the obscenely skewered young aunt, it felt as though his cock was gliding wetly all the way up between her laboring lungs each time he lunged into her. "Oh ... Oh ... Ohhh!" she chanted in time to the smooth strokings between her quivering slippery ass cheeks. She could feel his churning balls swinging freely upwards on the instroke to slap resoundingly against the satin plane of her stomach, and she reached down between the trembling white columns of her thighs to milk them with her long-nailed fingers, gently scratching the prickly tactile surface with their tips.
She was rapidly approaching orgasm now, and her body was becoming something both pristine and animal as she felt her nephew slither his strong young hand forward beneath her heaving torso to respond to her testicular caresses by fondling her melonous white breasts. She twisted and jerked beneath him like something savage, raising her upper body slightly to give him easier access to her strawberry nipples, grinding her buttocks back in lewd concentric circles. She'd never felt so utterly filled in her entire life, and by a fourteen-year-old boy, at that!
"Oh God, Aunt Sylvia!" she heard the tortured admission that preceded the initial squirts behind her. "I can't ... I'm going to ... cummmmmm!"
Sylvia shuddered ecstatically and bucked her body crazily back on Dusty's rippling cock as his first powerful emissions gushed forth with nearly enough pressure to knock her from the bed. She bore down stoically, milking the full load of her nephew's sperm from his jerking balls with the educated muscles of her pussy. Her clitoris soared thickly, like the skin of a swollen sausage about to burst its casing.
Jordanna Carter had been anything but pleased at her aunt's imperious suggestion that she take a nap in Mr. Whipple's cabin as if she were a baby or something. Indeed, as she stretched languidly on the fur-covered expanse of the millionaire's big king bed, she was determined not to sleep, no matter how relaxed she felt But then, she hadn't counted on the gentle rocking of the boat, either ... and the lullaby of the waves' soft slapping against the painted wooden hull.
She didn't know how long she'd been asleep when she finally awakened, but through the tiny porthole she could see that by now the sun was a lurid orange ball, its fierce whiteness reddened by the heavy atmosphere near the far edge of the sea, flattened out of shape as its last light tried to shine through distant cloud layers. For a moment it split in two as it rapidly disappeared below the horizon. Then, only the top of it was left, a red blob sitting on top of the sea, until even that was gone, and the colors deepened, the sea turning purple and the sky velvet blue and the clouds all pink and red.
The twelve-year-old niece, still wearing her skimpy white bathing suit, stifled a yawn with the back of her hand, then emitted a contented sigh. She didn't want to get up just yet-even though it must be getting on to supper time. Or, was it? According to her geography class at school, it darkened early in these latitudes.
Idly, she flipped over on her stomach and scanned the row of books that filled the headboard bookcase, her eyes resting on several titles before making her decision ... The Treasure Of The Great Reef by Arthur Clark ... Hemingway's, Islands In The Stream ... Dirty Uncle Charles....
Dirty Uncle Charles! Quickly, Jordan-na's curious little hand shot out to retrieve the startling title from the shelf. She flipped through the first few chapters, rapidly scanning the pages as she went, then flipped on the bedside lamp and began reading in earnest, quickly becoming engrossed in the story ... June pulled her robe tightly around her fullt curvaceous body, then slowly approached the slightly parted door of the brightly lit roomy step by step, as quietly as possible. She didn't want to be heard by anyone, especially since she was sure that she was going to observe something special. Just what it was, however', she wasn't sure, At the entrance to the servant's room, June hesitated, then looked into the room from a vantage point that afforded her shelter from any chance return stares. Then she heard a moaning sound coming from inside and, for a moment, she panicked. It almost sounded like someone was hurt! Then, the sound came again and, this time, she was sure it wasn't a moan of pain, but a moan of joy.
Moving silently, she dropped down to all fours and adjusted her vantage point to give herself a better view. Instantly, the back of her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to erupt there. It was Walter alright ... with his giant cock rammed up the maid's defenseless young asshole!
Jordanna's heart was already pounding wildly as she read on, her long naked legs scissoring and unscissoring behind her. She ground her suddenly congested pelvis tightly against the sensuous fur spread, at once embarrassed and excited by the lecherous pornographic book in her trembling hands.
Adelle was bent over double on the chauffer 's bed, her shorty nigh gown bunched way up around her neck while her melonous tawny breasts swayed with rolling motions beneath her. Her buttocks were stuck up in the air like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, and Walters huge black cock was slamming in and out of her tight young buttocks with tremendous force. They were both completely immersed in their lewd, perverse act, neither of the two servants apparently caring if they were heard or not.
Walter's inky fingers massaged the quivering olivine moons of Adelle's soft, wildly rotating buttocks, as his gleaming sepia cock ground deep inside her wide-stretched anal passage. She was grunting and mewing from the pleasure and pain, and then ramming her buttocks back against Walters hard driving column as if begging for more.
June was frozen to the spot where she knelt, her mind a whirling mass with multitudes of consequences, images, sexual perversions!
She knew she should be nauseated by the lewd performance before her, but all she felt was a tremendous surge of heat, a quickening of her own pulse as her whole body shuddered with remembered pleasures. Her eyes narrowed to the point where the two servants bodies joined, the tight pinkish-brown orifice stretched wide around the thickness of rock-hard flesh, and the excited young widow felt her own cunt helplessly secreting a continual flow of her passion juices. The hair-lined slit of her pussy was soaked, and she felt the impossible sensations of delight tingling her clitoris and sensitive nipples. Watching her brother-in-law's chauffer sodomizing the pretty young Creole maid who was not yet half his age aroused her to such a high state of passion that she knew she had to find release ... and soon!
"Oh God," Jordanna moaned aloud, her eyes seeing, but not quite believing, the utter depravity on the pages before her. Her own virginal asshole tingled provocatively, as if in time to the trembling erectile tissue of her tiny clitoris as it slipped wetly forward to make empathic contact with the rapidly moistening crotch of her bottoms.
Walter was slamming his old black cock into Adelle's asshole with increasing fury. And she, in turn, was moaning continually, her satiny buttocks moving in tiny hungry circles as she raised her hips up to him. She reached back under her naked body, her fingers extended, and she suddenly wormed three of them up into her moist pussy. She could feel Walter's driving cock through the thin walls separating the two passages, and she took up his rhythm with her own fingers, jamming her cunt while her rectum was pounded mercilessly with his hard driving flesh.
No longer able to control her own mounting excitement, June's trembling white hands moved between the now-open front of her robe, at once cupping her full breasts, and she rolled the hardened nip-pies between her thumbs and forefingers, shivering with the sensations. Her whole body was on fire like never before in her life, and she couldn't stop her own self-indulgence! Nothing else mattered any more but to be satisfied, to have the sexual fulfillment that she had always needed. She had completely forgotten where she was, and her reason for having come out of her room in the first place.
Then, as if guided by an invisible force, her right hand dropped down over her smooth trembling belly, down over the fuzzy pubic hair covering her curving vaginal mound, and her fingers slid ceaselessly along the excited wet slit, coming to rest on the erect bud of her clitoris. She began to rock with silent pleasure, watching Walter and the Creole girl in their lewd coupling, and her fingers moved faster and faster over her wildly throbbing clitoris, sending even more rapturous pleasure rippling through her quivering belly.
Her finger felt inadequate for the job she wanted to perform, but she worked feverishly at her moistened cunt, hoping for at least some minor relief It was school-girlish, lewd and filthy, but she couldn't stop her finger from giving her the sensations that could bring her to climax as she watched.
Her hips kept raising higher as she knelt there, until, finally, her fingertip was just at the opening to her womb. It was warm and wet with her own juices, and she probed her finger around the opening, teasing herself into more of a frenzy. Her self-imposed resistance gradually went away, and she resigned herself to taking care of her own needs.
"OOOhhh!" the widowed young mother moaned aloud as she slid her long middle finger up into the tight smooth warmth of her cuntal passage. She shoved it deep, as far as it would go inside, and she pressed her palm hard against her spread groin, half-expecting her climax to come immediately. Her belly was on fire, a raging inferno of lust, and she added another finger inside her clasping passage, her will to have an orgasm taking over her entire thoughts.
Pumping her fingers in and out of her seething cunt, she could clearly empathize with the bucking Creole girl inside the room. Yet, at the same time, she felt that her fingers were inadequate, instruments that really couldn't take care of her burning belly. She needed a cock, a lust-hardened man's cock that could fuck her until she screamed and screamed for it to stop!
Jordanna's twelve-year-old pussy was positively dripping now, her impressionable young mind totally absorbed in the lurid passage. Almost of its own volition, one trembling hand sneaked down between her abdomen and the bedspread while she held the book open with the other. Instantly, the tips of her searching fingers crept into the top of her swimsuit bottom, one long lacquered finger nail parting the wispy pubic hair to graze the swollen bud of her clitoris.
Walking as quietly as he could, Charles went up the stairs two at a time. Then, reaching the second floor, he moved swiftly toward Walters room. He knew, intuitively, that June would be there watching through the slightly open door with her long nailed fingers buried in her sex.
He paused, seeing her kneeling form mid-way down the long hall, and for a moment he thought she was motionless. It was obvious June was looking inside the room. Charles slowly closed the gap between them, each step silent so he wouldn't distract June from the inspiring sight before her. Stealthily, he finally got within a few feet of June.
It was then that he saw what his sister-in-law was looking at, and his heart leapt into his throat in anticipation of events to come.
His cock lurched excitedly under his robe, an erection beginning immediately as he stared over Junes shoulder at the wild motions of Walter and Adelle on the bed in the room. Several moments passed before, looking down at June, he noticed that her body was rocking precariously and she was fondling herself down between her legs.
June was already worming her middle finger into her dripping vaginal slit, when she suddenly felt that someone was near her. She was afraid to turn around, afraid that she would see something she didn't want to face, and then her worst fears were realized by the voice that spoke softly to her.
"Jesus," he stated matter-of-factly, "that's something else, isn't it!"
June, scrambling quickly to her feet, half-turned to face her brother-in-law, her open robe forgotten in her haste to withdraw her busy little fingers. "I ... Uh, I thought I heard a noise in there!" she stammered, her pretty face coloring deeply in embarrassment.
"I guess it's time I had a word with those two!" Charles blustered importantly. 'This screwing all over the God damn house has got to stop!"
June wanted to say something, but her throat went dry as she glanced curiously downward. She could see Charles' erect cock pushing against the confining material of his smoking jacket, and she was filled again with dizzying waves of unfulfilled passion. And as Charles returned June's open stare, he saw in her eyes the unmistakable gleam of sexual arousal within them.
"T-they're enjoying it," June found herself breathing heavily, and she wasn't sure herself jus t how she meant it. The sudden realization that her brother-in-law was also aroused, that he, too, was standing there watching his chauffer fuck his maid in the ass ... that he got some perverted pleasure out of it, just as she did was too much. She couldn't deny her sexual awakening, couldn't ignore the hard shaft that was pressed against her robe-clad stomach as Charles suddenly took her in his arms and held her close as if to reassure her. He was a desirable, virile male, excited by his own brother's wife's nearness. June lost all control of herself then, consumed by the forces of her latent lust, and was boiling inside, the overwhelming power of her emotions making her squeeze her gushing pussy together with her thighs.
"Charles ... we-"June tried desperately to fight off the mounting passions as she realized what she was thinking. It was wrong! Charles was her own brother-in-law! ... But her cunt was on fire!
Almost instantly, Charles strong hands were digging into her full breasts, kneading them through the frayed material of her thin robe. His cock seemed bigger than even he'd thought possible, and he wanted June's slender hand around it, holding it ... putting it inside her cunt. "June," he breathed huskily, "I want to screw you!"
Jordanna's finger slid in easily to the second knuckle before it met resistance from her maidenhead. For a moment she was tempted to force it blithely inwards-regardless of the consequences-but instead satisfied herself with rubbing it back and forth across her bursting clitoris. She'd never felt so hot in her life as she did at that moment ... even the night before with Dusty. What would it be like to do something truly wicked? she wondered. And her finger rubbed faster and faster.
His words echoed thrillingly inside June's brain, and she suddenly felt widly free. It had been so long ... so very long since she'd had intimate contact of any kind, that she was suddenly overwhelmed with her new freedom of thought, and she reached for Charles' penis, wrapping her hand around the hard flesh, squeezing it tightly through his smoker. Was it wrong? she wondered. Was what she wanted really wrong? Didn't it make her feel more like a woman than she had ever felt? ... Yes, dear God, YESSS!
Charles clenched her to him, his lips showering her with tenderness and compassion and sexual desire. She felt his throbbing hard cock with her fingers, pulling and stroking it, melting with the fantastic passion welling up in her body. She had to have him right away ... now!
"Oh God, Charles ... Charles!" she spluttered desperately. "Let's go to my room....PLEASE!"
The brother-in-law said nothing then, merely sweeping the aroused young uridow up in his powerful arms and depositing her just inside the door of her own room across the hall.
Instantly, June threw her arms back, letting her tattered cotton robe fall to the floor in a crumpled heap at her feet, her sensual body completely nude and exposed to Charles gaze. Then, Charles' smoker and trousers fell too, and he stood before her, his rigid shaft long and hard, jutting out from beneath the overhang of his light paunch at a lewd and pulsing forty-five degree angle. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her brother-in-law with her. The images of the servants writhing in sexual intercourse across the hall added immensely to the forbidden sensuality.
Chares knelt down between her widespread thighs, and ran his hands gently up the inner flesh, slowly moving them toward the wet warmth of her pussy. "You're....beautiful, June!" he whispered hotly as his finger found the pink curving slit of her hungry vagina. He brushed the tips of them across the tiny erect bud of her clitoris, causing June to gasp out loud from the thrilling sensation. "June ... I've wanted you for a long time now."
"Ooohhh, yes, Charles!" she responded with lusty enthusiasm.
She felt like she was going to burst from the pressure in her belly as she felt her husband's brother's fingers probing into the tight opening of her hotly clasping vagina. His face was pressed into the soft flesh of her breasts, and his mouth nipped at the hardened tips, sending electric sensations racing through her entire body. There couldn't be any waiting, any time for second thoughts about what they were doing. All that mattered was having each other, body joined to body for the ultimate physical pleasure.
Then, as if all of their motions had been choreographed in advance, Charles was suddenly on his back, and June, her soft white thighs wide apart and kneeling on either side of his hips, was hovering sensually above him. His giant swollen penis was jutting straight up toward her moistly splayed pussy, and June held it tightly in her hand, moving the smooth rubbery head back and forth to part the hair-lined slit of her quivering, wet pussy.
Instantly, Charles arched his hips up from the bed, trying desperately to drive his blood-swelled cock into the slick, clasping passage of his sister-in-law's vagina
"Yyyeeesss! Charles, yeeesss!" June hissed as she reached down with one hand to part the trembling Ups of her sex.
Suddenly, she felt the huge column of flesh plunge inside her, filling her vaginal passage to deliciously painful proportions. Charles levered up to watch his hardened cock thrust up into her pulsating vagina, then, with one huge hot surge, he buried himself to the balls inside her, his cock sending out the total fantastic sensation of her liquid depths to every part of his massive hairy body.
"OOOOhhh!" June moaned, feeling each and every wrinkle of his thick member as it filled her to the brim and more. She had no idea Charles would be so big ... so good. And, she ground her pelvis down on his loins, wanting desperately to be fucked hard by the older brother of her deceased husband!
Jordanna's finger was churning her little pussy to a virtual froth now, despite the restrictive prone position she was in. She held the book flat against the pillow with the fingers of her left hand while she flipped the pages with her thumb, her pliable young mind hinging on every filthy, exciting phrase. "Oh God," she graoned aloud. "I-I wish it were me!"
June was completely engrossed in pleasure as her brother-in-law's lust-purpled cock pounded deep, deep up into her open pussy. Every inch felt like an answer to all she had ever wanted, the total fulfillment of body and soul. Then, suddenly and without warning, she felt Charles 'fingers probing against her virgin anus, and the tight resistance building up as the tiny puckered lips clenches automatically together at his touch ... and then, June felt a slight popping sensation signaling the tiny ring of flesh giving way, and she levered forward, forcing her muscles to relax.
"Aaaggghhh!" she squealed as Charles' thick fingers wormed up into her rectum, and the pain continued as he worked it salaciously around to stretch her anus for the greater entry to come.
The masochistically delicious combination of pleasure and pain that wracked her body was overwhelming, and she fucked back against the two impaling fleshy instruments with all her heart. Her cries turned to wild abandoned ecstasy as she felt her brother-in-law's cock and finger burrowing into her succulent orifices at the same time, separated only by the thin fleshy membrane between them. Then both stiff prongs suddenly rammed inward simultaneously, driving deep up inside her quivering body, their stiffness pushing against each other along the parallel channels of her pussy and asshole.
"Ooohhh! More, Charles, MORE!" she moaned.
He gave her more indeed, fucking his sister-in-law almost crazy with a constant rhythm which turned her body into a raging torrent of foaming lust. Again and again, cock and finger pounded against her widespread cunt and asshole, each to its separate orifice, each working together. She didn't want the orgy to end. Never ... NEVER!
Jordanna was on her back now, her tight little bottoms slipped half-way to her knees as she tried to insert still another finger into her sex. It was too tight, and she hastily withdrew it, her passion-glazed eyes so blurred she could scarcely read the page. She could feel herself rapidly approaching a climax-just like the lady in the book-and her breathing was beginning to come in short, labored gasps. "Oh God," she moaned again, "oh shit, fuck, suck!" She rolled the lewd words off her tongue like forbidden candy. "Oh Dusty ... anybody!"
Their fucking was becoming faster and faster now, both of them grunting and groaning their mutual ecstasy as they neared orgasm. June's full breasts swung and jiggled like balloons filled with milk from the force of Charles'fucking, her mouth open, her hot pink tongue licking furiously around and around her feverish lips.
June was nearly out of her mind as she felt the growing spasms in her belly building and building to greater intensity. Never had anything felt so wonderful as the dual probes of her husband's brother's fucking into her naked body at the same time!
Then, quickly, Charles drove his cock deep into her contracting' cunt, the thick head swelling up to fantastic proportion, and he grunted and twisted beneath her. "Sweet fucking Jesus!" he screamed. "I'm cummminnnggg!"
The book lay cast aside and forgotten now as Jordanna reached down with her other hand to further spread the quivering virginal lips of her vagina. Her slender naked legs were splayed wide, and she moaned incoherently, her eyes shut tight in her reverie while her middle finger continued to plunge in and out to the second knuckle. "Oh God," she cried, "that's sooo good!" And then the door began to open.
CHAPTER SIX
Before Jordanna could reach down to retrieve her skimpy bottoms, Whipple was upon her, holding her small wrists in his massive fists, high above her head. "Well, well, little lady!" the millionaire chortled lewdly. "What do we have here?"
"Oh please," the young niece struggled, "let me go, Mr. Whipple."
Adrian Whipple's evil grin broadened even more. "What would your Aunt Sylvia say if I told her what you were up to, little Princess? ... Or, maybe your mother?"
Jordanna's calf-like eyes were already beginning to brim with tears. "Oh God, you wouldn't, Mr. Whipple ... I mean, I'm sorry ... I won't do it again ... Please let me go, you're hurting me!"
Abruptly, Adrian released her arms, letting her fall brokenly back against the fur spread to rub her bruised wrists. It was then that she noticed the enormous lump in his slacks ... and the spreading stain where the head of his cock should be. "H-How long have you been watching, Mr. Whipple?" she ventured uncertainly.
"Long enough, little lady," the wicked man laughed. "Oh God!"
"God has nothing to do with this, Princess. It's just between you and me, unless-"
"Unless what?"
"Unless you prove the cooperative and resourceful young lady I trust you to be."
Jordanna reached down and retrieved her swimsuit bottoms and slowly began to pull them protectively back into position. "C-Cooperative, Mr. Whipple?" she echoed, her tearful young eyes dropping again to the ominous bulge in the millionaire's white slacks.
"Quite so, my pretty ... At eight o'clock this evening-promptly at eight-I want you to return to this cabin to, uh, to shall we say, discuss terms of my silence...?" Jordanna felt her stomach knot in revulsion. "Y-You're .. You're sick, Mr. Whipple!"
Whipple's hand shot out reflexively then, to leave the print of his hand across her downy cheek. "Now get out of here and go to your cabin," he instructed, mustering his composure. "Supper will be in one hour ... And you will be back here at eight sharp, if you know what's good for you!" It was obvious to the frightened young niece that her aunt's boyfriend was not a man of extraordinary patience.
"Oh Dusty, what'll I do!" Jordanna pouted. "I don't want to go to him, but I don't want him to tell Aunt Sylvia-or mother-that he caught me playing with myself, either!"
"Jeez, I dunno, Princess," her big brother stammered sheepishly, the memory of his young aunt's clinging pussy still fresh in his mind. "I mean, I guess you really don't have much choice, do you?"
Jordanna, sitting on the edge of her brother's bed, buried her face in her hands and sobbed, "D-Do you really think he'd tell Aunt Sylvia?"
"I think she may already know," he sighed, sitting up beside her and encircling trembling narrow shoulders with his arm. "But I wouldn't put it past him to tell Mom."
Jordanna looked at her brother in astonishment as she choked back another sob. "What do you mean, 'she may already know,' Dusty?" she demanded, "You don't think Aunt Sylvia had anything to do with this, do you!"
Dusty nodded his head in the affirmative. "Yes, I do, Princess," he sighed. "I think the whole thing's some kind of setup."
"But why? What makes you think so?"
Dusty cleared his throat and turned his face away in embarrassment. "Because she invited me to her cabin after she sent you to Mr. Whipple's."
"Oh God, you don't mean...!"
Again, Dusty nodded 'yes.' "I don't know-how it happened, but it did, Princess ... I ... I screwed Aunt Sylvia."
Jordanna broke into another round of sobs and Dusty tightened his grip on her shoulders. "Aw jeez, Princess, what else can we do?"
"I-I'm not going to do it, Dusty!" Jordanna pouted.
"Oh yeah? What're you going to do, swim for it? You heard what Mr. Whipple said about the sharks!"
A silence passed as Jordanna reconsidered the situation before sighing, "I-I guess I really don't have any choice ... If Mr. Whipple wants to fuck me, I guess I have to let him."
Dusty Carter didn't know if it was the lewd four-letter word tumbling from his twelve-year-old sister's sweet soft lips, his Aunt Sylvia's seduction earlier that afternoon, or just the general erotic charge of being so close to Jordanna's near-naked body that was turning him on, but he could feel his strong young prick beginning to thicken in his jockey shorts-all that he was wearing-and the feeling was riot at all unpleasant.
"Dusty ... will you help me?"
"Jeez, Princess, I'd like to, but there's nothing-"
"Yes, there is ... You can do it to me first, so it won't hurt so bad when Mr. Whipple fucks me with his great big one." Tentatively, her hand went out toward her brother's young loins.
Her fingers felt good holding him like that, and she stared intently into his eyes, watching him closely for his reaction to what she was doing. The feel of Dusty's thickening teenage cock in her hand was surprising. Somehow, even after their encounter the previous night in Miami, she hadn't expected it to feel the way it did-both tender and rock-hard all at once. She could feel a tingling sensation rising from her hand along her slender wrist and arm, up to her smooth-skinned breasts, where the tiny nipples of her adolescent beasts expanded with a new pleasure.
They stayed motionless for a moment in this manner, and then Jordanna spoke again, seeing that her brother was in no condition to answer her. "You can touch me, too, you know!"
As she continued to grasp the pulsating hardness of her brother's throbbing cock with one hand, she guided his fingers to the gently sloping roundness of her belly, moving them, steadily down to the quivering little mound of flesh between her slightly parted thighs. "Oh Dusty," she gasped, "your cock ... it feels so nice ... so hard!"
Dusty moaned, but that was the last sound he made as his extended middle finger began to move downward into the moist cleft of her sex beneath her swimsuit bottoms, tickling and slipping in the tiny pink mouth of a cunt so like his beautiful Aunt Sylvia's, only smaller and almost hairless.
"MMMmmm!" Jordanna's lips clung to her brother's as her hand began to move with bolder and bolder motions, and she found herself eagerly spreading her lithe young legs, wanting to feel the excitedly searching tip of his outstretched middle finger probing higher and higher up into her nakedly trembling teenage cunt.
Dusty's middle finger was creating a thrilling sensation up there in the moistly palpitating wetness between her smooth young legs, and Jordanna shuddered, almost frightened by the strength of what she was feeling and yet too overwhelmed to want to stop what she herself had initiated. The fact that she was with her own handsome older brother both reassured her and scared her at the same time. Then, breathing heavily, she felt her fourteen-year-old brother moving his body against hers so that she understood that he wanted her to follow him.
Slowly, they fell across the bed, and she heard Dusty catch his breath, and felt his lust-distended young penis swelling lustfully between her fingers as, stretching out partway beside her, his pelvis began an urgent back and forth motion against her willingly offered loins. "Oh, yes, Dusty, yesss!" she crooned. "Do it ... Do whatever you want!"
As his twelve-year-old sister quivered with pleasure beneath his touches, a sense of power welled in Dusty. It was a heady feeling and one which gained complete control of him, making him lose track of the time and the place. And, as each excitingly new moment passed, he found himself becoming more and more agitated. His other hand rose to explore the delicacy of Jordanna's ripening, thinly-clad breasts, going from one to the other with feverish speed.
"Oh Dusty! ... You're doing it just right ..: It feels so goooooood!"
She felt as though everything was coming apart. The young brown-haired girl was light and airy and totally receptive as little shivers took hold of her at her older brother's strong caresses. She felt a burning heat in her tensing loins and her small, previously untouched nipples felt sensitive and hot and almost painfully swollen, but the pain was another kind of pleasure and she urged Dusty to continue.
Her fluttering eyelashes opened and she looked up at him, seeing that his youthful face was a mask of desire. Just the thought of making love to him made her squirm with desire, even though she hardly knew what it was that she was desiring. She wanted something more to happen, something that seemed bound to happen, but she didn't know what it was!
Steadily, her aroused older brother ground the column of his extended middle finger higher into her tender virginal young flesh up between her open thighs. "Oh Princess," he groaned into the soft young mouth so like his own. "Oh God, you feel good down there. I can't stop. I just can't stop!"
The boy's virile swollen penis was growing harder and harder as he felt his sister's fingers moving upon the rigid flesh. The past two days had been too much for him really, first seeing his aunt and her lecherous millionaire boyfriend in ail their naked glory, then sixty-nining with Jordanna last night, then Aunt Sylvia ... and now this!
He knew it was wrong, every bit of it, but he couldn't care less. Not now, anyway. His baby sister seemed to want it too, every bit as much as he did. Jordanna, after all, had started it by grabbing hold of his cock like that, and now his throbbing young penis was about to explode at any second. He felt he had to cum soon or die!
Jordanna's tight little pussy was about to drive him wild. It had never entered his mind that a woman might feel like this inside, so warm and smooth and wet, so ripe for his finger's naked probings against the sensitive inner flesh. Dusty groaned, then hastily rolled over so that his tensed body covered his baby sister's. He supported most of the superior weight of his body on hers with one hand upon the bed below them, and then continued with his other hand the damp plundering of his sister's well-lubricated virginal passage. Jordan-na's nakedly yielding young cunt responded with a trembling flowering motion as she cried out softly beneath her brother.
Her long brown hair clung wetly to her shoulders as she threw her head back and felt the naked hotness of her big brother's excitedly pulsating cock pressing up against the velvety nakedness of her pliant belly. She raised her arms up to clasp her brother's neck as the fiery sensations suddenly became more acute in the pit of her tiny, tightly-clenching pussy. "Oh yes, Dusty, yes!"
Over her nakedly submissive form, he began a quick jerking motion against his sister's stomach, letting the rock-hardness of his penis graze the tender yielding surface with a building friction. Heat was rising from her limply spread thighs as her baby-like clitoris, a pink bud of ripening flesh in the crevice of her openly presented pussy quivered and twitched uncontrollably now that it was being constantly and rhythmically pressured by the friction of her older brother's sensuous writhing on top of her fully presented cuntal mound.
And then, a sudden unknown feeling of ecstasy invaded the little girl, as wild incoherent thoughts went flashing through her brain. "Oh Dusty! Finger me faster! Faster, faster!"
"Like this? Like this?" Dusty gasped, increasing the urgent motions of both his body and his probing middle finger pumping into the writhing tenderness of his sister's virgin flesh.
"Oh yessssss ... yessssss!"
She was completely under the lascivious control of her brother's finger churning within her moistly heated cuntal lips and the tight giving inner channel of her tiny vagina. Her small inexperienced pussy convulsed wildly as delight surged through the young niece's sensitive nerve endings. She saw flashes of light behind her closed eyelids and for a moment she thought she was going to black out. But, the pink folds of her clasping pussy were responding gratefully to the increased motion of her brother's lascivious fingering, and she shivered with a new torment as her virginal cunt was penetrated deeper and deeper by his upward probing digit. Thrusting one hand down between their bodies, almost automatically the little girl's hand jerked back and forth on her brother's impossibly hard cock, pulling the looseness of the foreskin upward insistently as she began to writhe and twist beneath the effects of imminent orgasm.
"Oh now, Dusty, now? she screamed. "Fuck me!"
Dusty could feel his lust-hardened penis growing so hard that he thought it might burst in two. He could feel Jordanna's little hips begin to squirm in unintentional rhythm to the light teasing of his extended middle finger as it stroked and flicked against the twitching bud of her moistly throbbing pussy. She was so small; he wondered if he could even get his cock inside her!
"I'll try and make it nice and easy for you, Princess," Dusty said. "Just like in the books!" His finger touched her in a new way now, as he struggled to peel her bottoms completely off her legs.
"Oh God, please hurry!" she whimpered. "I want it so bad!"
Dusty felt dizzy with desire for the soft naked flesh of her little pussy, already anticipating the way it would enclose his hard tingling penis, the way he would worm upward into it and make it respond to his demanding cock. Impatient to get on with the delightful task of preparing his baby sister like some sacrificial offering to the gods of lust, he forced his way between Jordanna's quivering twelve-year-old legs, spreading her soft thighs unmercifully as he guided his lustfully pulsating penis forward, firmly but gently holding her willing legs back behind the knees to raise them high, The young niece tossed her head wildly, closing her big calf eyes with a shudder of delight. Now was the moment of truth, and she was anxious to get on with it!
But just as she was about to speak to urge him on again, Jordanna felt the big smooth head of his cock against her velvet sex. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation beneath her brother's strong young body. "Oooooohhhhhh!" she gasped against the sudden unexpected pressure.
Again, he pushed.
"AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!" Jordanna cried.
"Jeez, you're tight, Princess!" Dusty groaned as the bloated head of his slippery penis slipped through a little way, cruelly stretching the tightly resilient passage where no man had ever been before.
The twelve-year-old girl felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure. "Oh! It hurts! You're tearing me!"
She saw her brother grimace and then his features gave way to a contorted expression of sheer lust. So this is the way it is ... this is the way it feels to have a man's cock inside of you!
"Jesus!" Dusty gasped. It was tight; so tight that he felt enormous pain himself, but now that he had gone this far, he wouldn't stop until he had gotten his raging cock all the way up inside that impossibly tight channel! What a day it had been ... first, Aunt Sylvia ... now this ... and the night wasn't over yet!
Jordanna whimpered mournfully beneath her brother. She was absolutely stuffed, filled so completely that she felt as though her tiny little pussy would burst,.. and she still had another-even larger-cock to service tonight!
And then, slowly at first, her tormented young body, as though it were going through some kind of metamorphosis, began an involuntary reaction. Little flames of desire rose throughout her system and Jordanna had neither the strength nor the will to fight them. She realized that she was going to surrender totally to the lewd fucking her brother was giving her, and the thought sent chills along the base of her spine.
Dusty skewered wetly into his baby sister's untried depths, feeling her beginning to respond with slow twistings and writhings beneath his heavy weight. Soon she was groaning incessantly up into the open wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with abrupt abandon deep into her brother's throat. Little mewls of acceptance came from her lips, and with them a torrent of passionate moans, as mouth gaping, neck straining, the little niece knew the outrageous excitement of her first real fuck.
She broke out into a light sweat that dampened her entire body, even her disheveled brown hair. She felt her brother slide his hands down over the naked curves of her trim flesh to slide beneath the softness of her moving buttocks, cupping them harshly, one in each hand, as he began to thrust with greater determination. Tighter and tighter he pulled his twelve-year-old sister to his tingling loins as she pulled her aching thighs back a little more, lewdly offering the moist opening of her pinkly glistening cunt to him.
Miraculously, the maddening pain had passed now and the young niece's naked legs on either side of her brother's impaling shaft of flesh were quivering with an abandon that she could not control.
Dusty slaved above his baby sister, moving now into longer smoother strokes that drew his desire-hardened penis nearly out of Jordanna's clasping vagina on the backstroke. Then, he plunged forward into her willingly uplifted buttocks again until she could feel the slap of his sperm-filled balls against the helplessly exposed crevice of her little anus. Jordanna could feel him beginning to fondle the softly naked lips of her quivering cunt with one hand, simultaneously massaging his own cock as it moved in and out. Dusty continued to play there, creating incredible sensations until groans of unrestrained lust formed in the lust-driven girl's throat and escaped her parted lips. The twelve-year-old sister's widening pussy was steeped with hungry desire, swallowing the whole of her brother's thrilling cock with each merciless thrust.
"Oh God, fuck it!" she cried out, chanting as her face took on the age-old mask of wanton lust.
As if in response to her cries, her big brother quickened his strokes, grinding hard and deep, his thick cock boring and worming its way upward into the hidden recesses of his pinioned sister's willing pussy. Jordanna was a mass of exquisite pleasure between her thighs and she could feel a forceful pressure building inside her. "Fuck me!" she gasped suddenly. "I love it! ... Oh Dusty, I looove it!"
Her brother's thrusting, lust-driven penis was a raging force hurtling inside her, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the back of her head. "Cum, Princess," Dusty urged hotly into her ear. "Are you cumming now?"
The heartfelt words penetrated to her very soul as suddenly, she jerked upward, bucking against the muscular nakedness above her
"YYYeeesss!" she moaned. "OOOh, Dusty, YES!"
At that very moment, on the other side of the porthole in the cabin door, Adrian Whipple chuckled evilly and straightened the bulge in his trousers before ambling off to the galley to prepare the evening meal. "Giad you had your fun, kiddies," he mumbled aloud, "but don't think for a minute that you've deprived me of my 'cherry'!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Despite the excellently prepared meal of rock cod, scalloped potatoes and chilled Muscadet, Jordanna found herself totally uninterested in food and only picked at her plate. Still, it wasn't just fear that had spoiled her appetite; there was a peculiar tingling between her little white legs that belied any notion that her emotions at that moment consisted totally of dread. Curiously, almost no one else seemed to be much affected by the direction of the day's events, and even Dusty was eating like the proverbial horse. Indeed, when the young niece excused herself to go back to her cabin, they scarcely paid her any attention.
It was nearly seven-thirty when, with a heartfelt sigh of resignation, Jordanna began to change in anticipation of her second fucking of the day, and as much as she was loathe to admit it, she was really looking forward to riding to oblivion on Adrian Whipple's big evil penis, and could only hope that he wouldn't be too demanding with her. After all, she'd only lost her "cherry" a few hours before!
Adrian Whipple was about to cum in his slacks as he exchanged his captain's jacket for his favorite red smoker and slipped his feet into a pair of fur-lined slippers. It had been a long time since he'd had something as sweet at this to sample, and he intended to savor every second of it. Idly, he drifted toward the small but amply stocked bar that took up one corner of the spacious cabin and poured himself a sprightly gin-and-tonic. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and the needed bracer would hopefully calm him down during the intervening quarter hour before Sylvia's young niece was scheduled to arrive.
With Sylvia having volunteered to make certain the young nepnew was kept occupied and the Cubans still cleaning up the mess in the galley, he knew he had a free hand with the little twelve-year-old for as long as he wanted, and he intended to draw out his pleasure as long as possible ... Or, would he? ... God, his balls felt like they were about to explode already!
As she stood framed in the cabin's doorway, Adrian Whipple could see the shapely outline of Jordanna's firm young breasts bulging through the thin fabric of her flimsy cotton blouse, and he tried to imagine how she would look standing stripped before him, with nothing to hide those luscious soft mounds from his view. "Come in, my dear," he smiled coolly. "Come in and take your clothes off."
His mistress' young niece only stood there, not fully comprehending what he'd said.
"Take 'em off," he repeated.
Jordanna stepped into the cabin for the second time that day and closed the door softly behind her. Obediently, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it over her shoulder. Whipple's dark cruel eyes widened noticeably as her naked white breasts popped into view, her hard young nipples jutting proudly, her flesh smooth and tight. She looked at him through half-closed, bleary eyes,, mindlessly following his orders. Then, without further fanfare, she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, leaving only her thin, white panties guarding her nakedness. Her legs were long and smooth, twin alabaster stems that tapered sensuously from the warm, milky softness of her thighs.
"The panties, too," Adrian barked, assuming a position on the fur-covered bed like a king on his throne, commanding his newest slave-girl to strip for his amusement.
The young niece's head was still reeling from shock at the day's events, and the mild effects of her dinner wine were beginning to wear thin. She hesitated at stripping off the last garment, still only dimly aware of what she was doing.
The vile millionaire found the girl's coyness amusing, as she vainly maneuvered to cover her firm, bulging breasts with her arms. "You do want to keep your little masturbatory pursuits between us, don't you?" he reminded with a cunning grin.
Jordanna nodded dutifully, pushing her panties down over her narrow hips and rolling them down over her naked legs.
Whipple unzipped the fly of his slacks and pulled his limp foreskinned member out into the open. Then he freed the remaining snap, and opened his hair-covered pelvis to her view, his cock lying flaccidly over the leathery sac of his testicles.
"Get down on your knees, child," he instructed. He waited for her to obey him. "Suck my cock awhile ... get it good and hard!"
The sudden, shattering awareness of what he wanted her to do cut through Jordanna's embarrassed haze like a sharp knife. She'd only seen his penis once before, but it had frightened her thoroughly with its utter bulk. She supposed that some women might find such a big one exciting, but there was a sinister sadistic quality about the burly man that chilled her to the very core. "No, please, Mr. Whipple," she faltered. "I-I can't!"
She trembled as she looked at his huge fleshy penis arching from his hairy loins and dangling limply between his legs, her further protests dying in her throat as she realized the futility of her predicament. She lowered herself reluctantly to his knees, her hand on his leg, just inches from his heavy, throbbing knob.
He slid forward until his limp prick was immediately in front of her pouting lips. "Suck it!"
Slowly, her lips trembling, she grasped the length of his soft rubbery prick, raised its head, and lowered her mouth to it.
"Not that way. Skin it back first and lick it a little. I want it nice and wet!"
While her aunt's boyfriend watched, Jordanna gently pulled back the thick, fleshy outer layer, stripping it back towards its base, causing the swollen, blood-filled head to slip teasingly from its heavy protective sheath; then her hot, pink tongue licked tenderly at its throbbing underside, rolling the hardening shaft with her moistened lips until it glistened from her saliva. She caught a tiny drop of semen hidden in the tiny hole in the bulbous tip.
A shuddering chill of sadistic delight surged over Adrian Whipple as he felt his cock jerking erect, her lips opened to take in its limp state, slipping the half-hardened member between her wet lips, until he could feel his hairy pelvis tight against her face and lips, her tongue circling his cock maddeningly as it grew harder and harder.
"Now you've got it ... suck it, you little bitch ... Suck it!" His eyes narrowed as he groaned the words at her, his hands holding her bobbing head securely centered on his swelling penis. Christ, she was even better than he'd hoped ... a real born cock-sucker! His head tossed back against the rear of the sofa, he shoved his loins against her face, his cock hardening and swelling to its full, immense length, her elastic lips ovaled as the glistening shaft slipped easily into the warm, wet shelter of her mouth, her soft tongue swirling hungrily around the throbbing head in the soft, liquid confines of her throat.
"Squeeze my balls ... Squeeze 'em ... bitch!"
Jordanna obeyed instantly, warmly caressing the swollen sac cupped gently between her two hands as she sucked ever hungrily under the ever-swelling cock. Her fingers slipped under the sperm-filled reservoir and teasingly flicked at the hair-ringed brown hole of his anus, sending new shivers of ecstatic delight racing along his spine.
The twelve-year-old felt the throbbing member swelling in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed to contain it all, as he began to gasp and groan. She knew it would only be seconds before the huge, thick shaft gushed its white, sticky load into her mouth, flooding her throat passage and choking her as the hot, seething liquid surged between her ovaled lips. She wanted more than anything on earth to spit this obscene prick from her mouth ... to run as far away from this nightmare as she could ... but she knew it was hopeless. She couldn't stop now ... she had to please him-to choke if necessary-to gulp down all his seething sperm. But then, abruptly, he pulled away, pushing her back so hard he nearly bowled her over.
The incredulous brown-haired niece sat back on her haunches, a string of sticky pre-coital sap still obscenely connecting her lips to the glistening candy-apple head of Whipple's cock. "W-What's wrong, Mr. Whipple?" she said, sounding almost disappointed. "Wasn't I doing it right?"
"You were doing fine, Princess, just fine," the lewd man winked as he got to his feet and ambled off toward the bar. "I just like to make it last."
Jordanna sat down on the edge of the bed then, her body beginning to glow with tingling excitement as the still fully-erect Whipple returned to press a glass of greenish liquid into her trembling hand. "Here you go, my dear," he offered graciously, "try this ... It will help calm you down."
"What is it?" she queried suspiciously. "Chartreuse. Or to be precise, the seldom exported etixervegital variety. It's made by a group of Carthusian Monks from something like one hundred and thirty different herbs. Those of us who know it tend to be quite passionate about its qualities."
Jordanna held her glass up to the overhead light, checking its color as if she knew what she was doing. Then, pleased with its appearance, she took a moderately hearty sip. It tasted slightly bitter, then cool and a little sweet on the tip of her tongue. "If s strong ... but good!" she said, smacking her lips.
"Take it easy, Princess," the lewd man cracked. "It's a formidable hundred-and-thirty-six proof."
"Is it really?" she sipped again.
"Really."
"Well, it's good anyway."
Whipple smiled menacingly. "Do you like porno, too?"
"Like what?"
"Porno. Pornography."
"I-I've never really seen any," she admitted. "I mean, before this afternoon."
"My collection is much more extensive than you might think, Princess ... In fact, I have a leather-bound edition by the 'master' himself, the Marquis de Sade. Would you like to see it?"
Jordanna could feel the petal-like lips of her nakedly exposed vagina flower open slightly at the lewd suggestion. Yes, she would like to see it! She nodded her head in acquiescence.
"Fine ... Finish your drink and I'll show it to you."
A delicious feeling of naughtiness swept over the twelve-year-old niece as she downed the rest of the green liquor in the glass and handed the empty to Whipple to return to the bar.
"Here we are," she heard Whipple chuckle from the far side of the room, "The Illustrated Works of the Marquis de Sade ... Julietta: Volume One."
She sighed deeply, lost in the helplessness of the situation, but thankful for the pounding in her temples that signalled that the liquor was at last beginning to at least take some effect. What the hell is there to worry about? she consoled herself. You've already been screwed once today!
"The Marquis was an ardent sodomist, my dear. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
Jordanna could only stare down at her shameful, and complete, nudity. Oh.God, surely he can't mean...."I asked you a question, Princess!"
"You're ... sick, Mr. Whipple!" Moving quickly back to the bed, the millionaire's hand darted out in rage to grab a handful of brown hair, forcing her head back while his other hand shot forward, slapping her viciously on either cheek. A look of unbridled lust crossed his cruel features, the slit in the bloated purple head of his cock flaring wildly with sadistic excitement.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Whipple," she mewed meekly, fear and revulsion knotting her stomach, her own hand going up protectively to cover her face. "I had no right to s-say that."
Adrian Whipple's breath was coming labored now; as he felt his balls churning in sadistic excitement. Viciously, he yanked her head back even further, leaning downwards, his lips locking against hers in a passionate, tongue-thrusting kiss.
Sick to her stomach, but frightened beyond further resistance, Jordanna permitted his slippery tongue into her mouth, allowing him to probe and salivate at will. Yet, even in her compromised position she felt the renewing of sensual arousal in her genitals. Her nipples began to stiffen. Her clitoris began to slip wetly forward, making contact with the prickly-soft fur of the bedspread. Oh God, yes! I am a whore ... as surely as if I were bought and paid for ... His to use as he likes.. J Her slender white thighs parted slightly then, and she reached out to take his hand, guiding it to the rapidly moistening slit between her legs', urging his thick finger inside her feeling the tender interior walls of her vagina parting and caressing. Whore ... Whore ... Whore ...!
Then, abruptly, he pulled away from her. "Roll over on your belly" he instructed flatly, "and read the book."
Jordanna lay on her stomach, her torso raised from the bed and braced by her elbows, her hands busily opening the leather bound volume he'd hastily tossed beside her in his rage. Her high-set, full round breasts hung forward, their pale pink nipples hardened in her excitement, lightly brushing the deliciously sensuous fur of the bedspread.
"Kneel up!"
She got to her knees then, as all resistance melted from her body. In some weird, unfathomable way, she was beginning to enjoy the rough treatment he was subjecting her to. She opened the book.
The bed sagged then, as she felt Whipple's weight behind her on the bed, his knees stradling hers on either side. He ran his hands through the silken wealth of her shimmering brown hair, his eyes devouring the smooth, creamy pale skin of her back that narrowed into the little-girl waist, then flared out only slightly into enticingly rounded hips. Her perfectly tapered thighs were touching primly, and her lower legs were bent slightly at the knee so that her tiny feet hung over the edge of the bed. He was still wearing his smoking jacket, but it was parting around the rearing head of his fully erect penis.
"Just look at the pictures, Jordanna. I'll let you borrow the book later if you want to read the text."
Jordanna flipped a few pages until she came to a full page drawing of a couple making love in the conventional manner. It was beautifully drawn in the style of the old masters, and she felt not in the least offended by it. It was almost pretty.
"They get more interesting as they go along," her aunt's boyfriend cackled lewdly, looking at the pictures over her naked shoulders.
The Princess could feel his hands on her buttocks then, parting them slightly, and she could only pray that he would allow her enough time to prepare herself before trying what she feared most ... fucking her in the ass!
She flipped a few more pages. There was another full page illustration done in the same meticulous manner as the first, but infinitely more detailed. It was a couple performing a frenzied sixty-nine; the man's cock appeared to be imbedded about half-way down the woman's throat, and the expression on her face was one of pure lust! "You like that one, baby-girl?" Adrian purred behind her, his hands never ceasing their mauling of her ass. "That's what you looked like a few minutes ago."
Jordanna's eyes dropped to the portion of the picture that showed the man's tongue buried lewdly in the woman's vagina, and felt a respondent twitch in her own loins. "D-Did I?" she answered.
She could feel his heavy breath on the upper halves of her globular buttocks then, kissing one cheek and then the other with almost fetishistic appreciation. "You ass is so beautiful," he swooned. "Just made for sucking and fucking and spanking and all of life's pleasures."
Jordanna could feel goose pimples rising on her tender backsides then, as she continued to kneel slavishly before him, exposing them in their glistening whiteness to his every lewd whim. "I-I'm glad you like it, Mr. Whipple," she stammered breathlessly.
She turned to another picture. This one, as she had feared, depicted an act of sodomy between a very young girl, and a lecherous-looking individual in the garb of a laborer of the day. Again the painstaking attention to detail. Again the look of unbridled lust on the face of the female.
The millionaire's tongue was in play now, tracking tiny concentric circles over the entire upper halves of her buttocks, occasionally dipping into the crevice that separated them. His hands gripped her upper thighs firmly, so that she felt as if she were trapped in a vise.
"A fascinating book, isn't it, Princess?"
His pretty twelve-year-old ward for the evening could only grunt her agreement as, suddenly, she began to tremble with strange sensations, a wave of mixed emotions spreading through her ... shame, humiliation, and anger, blended with the irrepressible physical needs of her recently aroused body. Her loins tingled at Adrian's reverent fondling of her buttocks, and though she did not hate or despise him for what he was doing, she held fast against complete, uncompromising surrender. His obvious lust frightened her still, repelled her, and the fact that he was virtually forcing his own peculiar tastes upon her caused rage and humiliation to seize simultaneous control momentarily. Yet, she couldn't ignore the resurrected tingling sensations that he'd revived and sent racing vibrantly over her whole body as he continued to caress her firm white ass. "Turn the page!"
Christ, what a delicious creature! Adrian thought. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this little bitch was without a doubt the most beautiful, and the most desirable. Even her beauteous Aunt Sylvia paled in comparison.
Jordanna's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her palpitating naked buttocks, occasionally pinching them and nipping lightly with his strong white teeth. Then, she felt the worming hot wetness of his tongue again, burrowing deeply into the glistening cleft of her soft, quivering behind ... and finally licking from the bottom of the smooth, white crevice to the top, dipping almost imperceptibly into the hollows of her cunt and asshole en route. Hastily she flipped forward a few pages in the book.
"That's a good one," she heard her aunt's boyfriend chortle menacingly behind her. "What do you think of it?"
My God! she blinked disbelievingly. I-it's positively ... obscene!
"What's the matter, girl? You never seen a girl sucking cock before?"
"Not a pig's, I haven't!"
"And how about the size of the guy's cock ... the one who's fucking her in the ass ... Bet you've never seen a pecker like that before, either."
"Nobody could be that big!"
"Wanna bet?"
Then, without warning, he was doing it again, his tongue flickering out like that of some garden variety beastie, lapping at her helplessly exposed genitals from behind.
"God, what are you doing back there?" she wiggled delightedly back to his worming tongue. "It feels so ... so wicked!"
Slowly, deliberately, the greying, potbellied, middle-aged man spread the fleshy coralline lips of her vagina apart with his thumbs. She could feel his breath against her there, and the scraping of his evening growth of whiskers against the tender inner flesh of her buttocks, Jordanna could only moan and twitch beneath him then, as his spiraling oral digit began to make flitting contact with the erectly seeping pink bud of her distended clitoris. It was absolutely electrifying to her, and he sensed the movement of her beautiful head, bobbing up and down as his tongue shot out again, its smoothly lapping tip circling the quivering rigidity of her nervous center. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner pussy lips into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his hands returned to their former vise-like grip on her upper thighs.
Dear God in heaven, she was lost ... lost! She was destroyed forever, and she knew it! She was nothing but a dirty little whore now,.. a whore who let a dirty old man do things to her body she wouldn't have permitted her own handsome brother to do before yesterday!
She groaned huskily from deep in her throat while the probing tip of Whipple's thick tongue worked its way up and down the length of her slit. The book was forgotten now, as she clenched her eyes tightly shut against the tumultuous upheaval in her loins. She felt his hands gripping her tighter, and his breath, coming hot and heavy, in short bursts against the moist interior softness of her cunt.
"Oh God!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity of her own rising animalism as he flicked his tongue out suddenly into the tightly puckered hole of her anus. Again, she succumbed to the inevitable extension of his ardor for her hinder parts, melting against his lewdly sucking face, squirming back on his thick tongue. Truly, he had aroused the wanton bitch in her! If there had been any shame or humiliation left in her it had been dissipated when he'd thrust his evil tongue into her asshole. She never wanted him to stop ... never, never!
But he did stop, and as abruptly as he had begun he was releasing her, kneeling back on his heavy haunches to catch his breath, seemingly oblivious to her constant mewling urges for him to continue, while her lovely moon-line ass waved salaciously back at him. Then, quickly, he was on his feet, reaching around her to retrieve the lewd book before she could utter a further cry of protest. "Well," he smiled, "so much for French literature. I think it's time to get down to business, don't you?"
"Are-Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. Whipple?"
He turned to face her again, and she could only stare again in disbelief at the enormity of his dripping penis. It was absolutely huge! Aglow with sensation, she could only remain in position for whatever Whipple had in mind for her. She had no idea of what it might be, but she did know that she had to be fucked soon or die! "Oh God! Hurry!" she groaned into the softness of the fur beneath her. "I've got to be fucked ... now!"
Before the lustfully aroused young girl could find the voice for further encouragement, Whipple was standing directly in front of her lovely face, working the loose flap of foreskin over the shiny satin head of his penis. Mesmerized by the very vileness represented, Jordanna sat transfixed, unable to find her voice even as he took her hand and guided it to the evil-looking enormity of his cock. My God! she sucked in her breath, It's ... It's absolutely monstrous! She watched him skin the thick mane of foreskin back down over the enormous head of his penis, then back up again in a milking motion that caused a tiny pearl of pre-coital syrup to pool in the hollow at its inflamed tip. It was long ... longer than Dusty's by a full two inches, and half again as thick! "Oh God ... no!" she moaned, burying her face into the caressing fur spread. "I can't!"
"Can't you, my dear?" the evil middle-aged man urged as he clambered quickly behind her on the bed and began to rub its bloated head up and down her anal crevice. "Can't you?"
A knot of revulsion twisted deeply in the little niece's belly. There was absolutely nothing on God's green earth she could do ... Nothing!
Adrian bent down and kissed the goose pimpling flesh of her waist, then she felt the bulbous, blood-engorged head moving up and down, parting the downy pubic hair around the palpitating lips of her cunt as if to prepare it. Then, suddenly, he changed the angle of his attack and centered himself at her tiny asshole. The tight elastic entrance resisted momentarily, and she held her breath as the tip pressed forward, gasping from the pain of the cruel pressure. He liked the soft, mewling protests bubbling from her lips and, with a wicked grin twisting his lips, he shoved a little further, causing the frightened young niece to emit another long, low moan from deep within her throat.
"AAAaaauuuggghhh!" Oh, God! ... It hurts ... It hurts!" she whispered as the hugely bloated head pressured yet further against the snug, rubbery opening between her wide-spread thighs, and then the tip slipped inside, just beyond its coronal rim and she couldn't hold back her scream. Her heart was in her throat as she felt her thighs being split apart from the continual expianding of her tender rectum ... He was too big, he was going to kill her!
Whipple could no longer resist the excitement her loud screams were bringing to him at the slow, relentless penetration of her ass, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until suddenly, he could stand it no longer. He had to fuck her! He rammed forward with all the strength he could muster, dropping his weight down in a hunching crouch over her shimmering alabaster buttocks, reaching beneath her to maul and squeeze her dangling breasts. He thrust his massive hips into her baby softness with the brutal force of a Bengal lancer, spiraling the tender walls of her virgin anus in rippling waves before it. There was no more holding back, as with a loud grunt, he felt his balls smack loudly against the wetness of her pussy below. "AAAuuuOOOooohhhggghhh! Y-You're ripping me!" Jordanna wailed, screwing her shoulders down into the fur bedspread. "You ,.. You've torn me wide open!"
She was completely filled with his cock, the massive, throbbing shaft sunk to the very depths of her belly ... and beyond! She could feel every wrinkle of the huge rod of wicked flesh inside her, enclosed in the smooth slippery sheath of her asshole.
Suddenly, she felt him beginning to move and she sucked in her breath and held it for fear of what was to come. He began to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, he huge head of his penis burrowing deeper into her.
"Oh ... On ...!Please, Mr. Whipple. .I can't take any more...!" she begged. Then; she felt him raise his weight up off of her hunched-over buttocks slightly, his hands releasing her dangling titties to grip her tightly around her trim waist, his widespread knees forcing hers further apart, until the blood-filled head of his cock slipped further into her to press against her colon ... then, slowly, he began to move in and out of her, picking up speed as he went, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth beneath him as he fucked furiously into her.
Adrian felt certain that he had reached the furthest recesses of Jordanna's tight young ass. Christ, what a tight little asshole it mas.., and a cherry, too! he thought as he held her in the lewd degrading position. Looking down, he could see his matted black and grey pubic hairs brushing lightly against Jordanna's smooth white buttocks, as the head of his thick, fleshy shaft tunneled deep into the warm quivering channel that his tongue had licked and sucked to a wet rapture only minutes before. He could see the tight ring of her anus stretched out nearly to the point and tearing, the pinkish-brown rim clasping tightly around the white-skinned base of his prick like a hungrily sucking mouth.
He held her fast for a long moment, savoring the sensuous scene of her unbelievable youthful beauty impaled helplessly on the end of his foul penis. Christ, the mere sight of her there, helplessly subjected to his any and every whim brought him to the verge of drooling, and he could feel his heavy balls churning with the pressure that was building inside of them. Damn the little bitch! He was going to give her a time she'd never forget!
Jordanna lay frozen helplessly beneath him. She'd already come to the conclusion that there was absolutely no mercy whatsoever in her aunt's lecherous millionaire-boyfriend, that to beg him to stop would only make things worse. He'd become a lust-crazed monster, and there was little she could do but kneel there slavishly beneath him, and let him continue fucking until his evil seed had spilled into her sore and abused rectum. The sudden hot pain of a cruel unexpected thrust tore brutally at her insides as his massive organ began to move in and out of her again at a steady cadence. She felt her clinging rectal flesh grasp reflexively to his cock like a rag soaked in warm cream ... and then the hard, rubbery tip pushed her colon and helplessly she clenched her teeth and endured his brutal assault.
"Oh God, Mr. Whipple, it hurts sooo much!" she moaned pitifully, but resignedly. "Not so fast, please!"
Adrian's cock surged in and out of her in an established rhythm, that she slowly began adjusting to, the pain gradually lessening as the sensitive walls of her ass stretched and relaxed slightly in their efforts to absorb him until, finally, she could actually feel the prickly hairs of his balls rubbing against her pussy. She began to wiggle her ass back to him salaciously as the first sensations of desire began to return to her, little chills thrilling up her spinal column, blood pounding in her veins, her lush pink nipples once again distending to lightly scrape the soft fur with their joy-hardened tips.
Eventually, inevitably, growing accustomed to the immense size of the prick skewering into her from behind, her body began to writhe and twitch beneath him, and she heard her own lips making small, mewling noises. Yes! her mind burned as she felt the lustful millionaire thrusting into her delightfully contracting ass. Oh God.,. yesss!
Adrian Whipple felt her urgent, answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. Her wetly clasping anal flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewlings were suddenly filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side on the fur bedspread while her hips began a slow rotation around the cock sunk so deeply in her warmly clasping anus. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he sensed her incited nibbling ass screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered heavy loins. At last she was coming around!
"Oh yesss! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard and deep!"
Jordanna could barely comprehend the abrupt hew wave of entrancement saturating her entire being. All pain had dissipated, giving way to a maddening, electrifying tingle that began deep within her and spread relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her ass dilating and sucking in tempo to its rhythmic throb. Adrian maintained his steel-like grip on her slender waist, letting her trembling body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot wet flesh that bridged them. Whipple gloated, watching her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions with the passing of each delirious second.
Jordanna could only squeal in her pleasure now, as she grew accustomed to the huge cock of her aunt's boyfriend drilling relentlessly into her nether passage. She was even thrilled, in a masochistic sort of way, by the knowledge that she was no longer a person to this greying husky man screwing into her so deliciously from behind, but rather merely a fleshy receptacle for his vile cum when the time arrived for him to empty his balls. Oh God! she delighted. If only we can cum together!
Half crazy with desire now, Adrian withdrew his buried shaft from Jordanna's asshole until only the tip remained inside of her. Then, he plunged forward with every ounce of strength at his command, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly upthrust buttocks, bruising and bypassing her sensitive colon. He began long, hard strokes into her seething anal channel, intent now on spilling his seed there. The quivering, moist walls of her rectum clasped eagerly around his pistoning rod, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His balls slapped into her distended clitoris.
Suddenly, Jordanna knew this was it! This was it! The cords of her neck stood out in bold relief. She was beautiful. "Oh God....Oh God!" she screamed. "I-I'm going to cum! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!"
The walls of her vagina opened like a thousand tiny springs, then, emitting a flood of warm, gushing secretion that ran wetly down the insides of her thighs. Bright flashes began to fuse in her mind as she continued to grunt out her joy, her cumming, the juices still gushing in ceaseless spurts. Then she felt Adrian jerk, tense and curse, followed by hot jets of his sperm shooting deep into her innermost bowels. Her head swam with depraved sensuality as the hot powerful squirts splattered wildly into her, filling her ass with the vile nectar of loveless sex. "Oh yes ... yesss!" she chanted. "Cum in me ... Gum in me .., Cum in-AAAuuurrrggghhh!" Then, as her middle-aged ravisher collapsed above her in sheer exhaustion, Jordanna fell forward on her stomach, mewling euphorically as the last few squirts of his semen jetted into her. Her tapering, slender, alabaster legs trembled gratefully as they relaxed, and she released a final, heartfelt sigh of delight.
For several minutes they lay panting, little Jordanna nearly crushed by the millionaire's awesome weight as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally, Whipple rolled away, limp and useless for the moment, and fumbled through his hastily discarded smoker for a cigarette.
"A-Are you through with me now, Mr. Whipple?" Jordanna asked breathlessly. "Can I go back to my cabin?"
Adrian Whipple dragged deeply on his freshly lighted cigarette as he perched in a precarious Buddha-like posture on the edge of the bed with his back to her. "We're through for the moment, my pet," he said pleasantly. "Just relax a moment and I'll fix us another drink." He turned to face her then, his massive liver-spotted hand reaching out to stroke her cum-soaked upper thigh with grandfatherly affection. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, Princess," he smiled wanly. "The others will be joining us shortly."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It darkens early in the tropics, and Dusty couldn't make out the identity of the shadowed intruder letting herself into his cabin. "Princess?" he called hopefully, sitting bolt upright on his bed, "is that you?"
"No, baby....It's me," Sylvia's lilting sultry voice pierced the darkness. "But you needn't sound so disappointed."
Dusty felt the bed sag slightly beside him beneath her weight and he lay back morosely, staring into the blackness overhead.
"What's wrong, baby?" Sylvia soothed, reaching out to stroke one levied thigh.
"What's wrong?" Dusty snapped bitterly. "You set it up so the Princess is in Mr. Whipple's cabin getting the shit screwed out of her, and you say, 'what's wrong?'!"
"Well baby," Sylvia continued with her long-nailed stroking, "you certainly didn't seem to mind what we did this afternoon."
"That was different," Dusty countered, "I'm a guy!"
Sylvia's hand moved expertly to the juncture of her nephew's thighs and began to caress his balls through the thick denim material. "Girls get horny, too," she advised.
Despite his desires to the contrary, Dusty could feel an erection beginning to grow in his pants. "But the Princess is just a kid," he faltered. "I mean-"
"Shhh ... You talk too much, nephew!" Sylvia admonished, her slender fingers working knowledgeably at the buttons of his fly.
Before Dusty could think of an appropriate response, his lovely brown-haired aunt wrested his rapidly extending young cock from his jockey shorts. Then, as he emitted a startled gasp, her cool fingers enveloped him completely and began to stroke him to still greater hardness.
"You like that, baby?" she cooed.
Dusty could only moan in response as he felt further movement beside him as if his Aunt Sylvia was changing position on the bed. Then, like an electric jolt, he felt the warmth of her breath on the head of his cock, the ends of her silken brown hair fanned out on his naked stomach.
"Have you ever had your cock sucked before?" she asked huskily.
"Y-Yes," he admitted hopefully.
"Jordanna?"
"Yes."
Sylvia's tongue darted out to swipe away a dangling precoital pearl that had begun to fall from the now fully distended hollow in the head of his penis. "Was she any good, baby?"
"Yes."
Her lips opened slightly to trace a row of hot and lingering kisses along the sensitive underside of Dusty's teenage shaft from base to tip and back again.
"Could she take the whole thing?" she queried between kisses. "Did she suck hot and fast, or warm and slow?"
"She ... She didn't take all of it," Dusty gasped. "But she sucked it hot and fast."
"I can take all of it, baby," Sylvia offered. And before he could say anything one way or another, she did.
Two glasses of chartreuse later, Adrian Whipple was beginning to look hazy to Jordanna. She wasn't drunk-just feeling good! And he was a charming, witty man ... and he certainly knew a lot about sex. As a matter-of-fact, that's about all he'd been talking about for the past hour-and-a-half! I think she's just about ready now, Whipple mused. Then, his hand dropped unabashedly to his lap and he began to stroke his penis beneath his smoker. Odd, but she hadn't seemed a bit intimidated by the Cubans.
My God, what's he doing? Jordanna thought through her sex and alcohol befuddled mind. It looks like he's playing with himself ... right in front of the others!
Unconsciously, she began to rub her own thighs together, feeling the soft fur of the bedspread biting into the tender folds of her re-awakening vagina. God, why doesn't he do something! she pouted silently. He just sits there rubbing his cock and here I sit going out of my skull!
"Pet," the lewd millionaire said softly as if reading her mind, "look at what I have for you!"
The pretty young niece nearly fainted at her second sight of Whipple's penis. To her alcohol-widened eyes it looked even bigger than before ... and redder, almost purple ... and shiny!
She took a swallow of liquor and gulped it down, leaning forward as she did so, to get a better look at his startling manhood. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. "Is that for me, Mr. Whipple?" she stammered with childloke eagerness.
Adrian Whipple's hand, engulfing the shaft, slid downward, drawing with it the heavy fold of uncircumsized foreskin, to reveal its rich, red-purple head. It looked angrily inflamed. Jordanna gasped at its sleek nakedness as a little tremor of excitement shot up her spine.
"You like it," he chortled.
"Oh God, yes!" she blurted.
"Would you like to finish what you started before, Princess? ... Would you like to suck its head until it squirts in your mouth?"
Unprompted, Jordanna got to her feet and moved closer to the chair Whipple had set up for himself at the side of the bed to give him greater access to her body with his massive, well-tanned hands. He mauled her lush-strawberry-nippled breasts with both hands, cruelly, then pulled her forward so that they rested in his cupped palms like ripened fruit. He nibbled, licked, sucked and chewed on them until she felt like crying out from sheer, unbelievable pleasure.
"Turn around!" he ordered.
Obediently, she turned and presented her dimpled, boyish ass to him, to do with as he pleased. It was almost as if she herself was oblivious to the presence of the Cubans sitting on the low couch oh the far side of the room.
"Bend over and grab your knees!"
Again the young niece complied. Her whole exposed backside was thrust back eagerly towards Whipple's cruelly smiling face. Roughly, he parted her vaginal lips with his thumbs and peered inside like a meat inspector. The interior of her vagina was, in contrast to her peaches-and-cream complexion, as pink and tender as a rabbit's ear-and from the amount of moisture accumulated there-he could see that she was in a high state of sexual arousal. The fragile lips of her outer labia quivered in lewd invitation to the lascivious millionaire. Then, with uncharacteristic tenderness, he brushed the bud of her distended clitoris with the tip of his index finger. "OOOooohh she moaned. "That feels wonderful!"
Whipple leaned forward in his chair and began to kiss and lick and suck her entire vaginal area, even raising his lips to pay homage to her asshole. Into that rectal orifice he thrust his tongue, in and out, in deep, slow strokes until her entire backsides glistened once again with a mixture of his saliva and her secretions.
"Sit back slowly!" he commanded. "On my prick!"
On trembling legs, she sat back slowly. Painfully, the head of his cock popped inside, but she was not content to stop there. Gingerly, Jordanna eased even further downwards on his swollen penis.
Gritting her perfect teeth against the terrible pain, she felt the tickle of his grey, matted pubic hair on her asshole as she took him completely up inside her body. He was in her to the hilt!
"I-It's too big!" she choked emotionally. "I-it hurts!"
"Try a couple of strokes first," he instructed dispassionately as his hands encircled her trim waist. "If it's still too rough, pull off and we'll wet him up a bit."
She did, and it was-for both of them. He was in her a good two inches deeper than even her well-endowed brother had been. He not only touched her sensitive, twelve-year-old cervix, he threatened to push it clear back up into her womb!
"Get off!"
She stood before him, trembling. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks.
"W-What do you want me to do?"
"Like I said before ... I want you to stick it!" he sneered acidly.
"But, it's been in my...."
"SUCK IT!"
Desperate, frightened, Jordanna dropped to her knees before him. She looked up at him for mercy-tears of shame welling up in her lovely brown eyes at the humiliation of being forced into this position before the two on-looking Cubans, but there was none to be given. "I'll not tell you again, little girl!"
Dusty felt sure he was going to pop his nuts any second as his Aunt Sylvia took him completely into her satin throat and began to suck with warm, sure strokes. It was obvious that she'd had lots and lots of practice, and that thought only served to stimulate him still further.
"Oh Jesus, can you ever suck!" he complimented in all sincerity.
Abruptly, she raised her busy face, her breath coming in short bursts over the head of her nephew's cock as she announced, "I'll bet your baby sister is doing pretty well for herself about now, too ... Would you like to go and see?"
After ten minutes of the voluptuous oral fucking, Jordanna felt ready to try again.
Timidly, she caressed his dangling testicles with the tips of her fingers with one hand, while the other held his penis at the base as her tongue licked at the swelling head as if it were the candied apple it so closely resembled.
"Pet," Whipple said, "you're sucking like mad, are you ready to get fucked now?"
"MMMmmm!" the young niece mewled, nodding her head as best she could while slavering at the rampant cock in her mouth.
"Then raise your ass up high and get ready, if you want it, Princess!"
"Mmm yesss!" she mumbled around his turgid prick.
Whipple gestured quietly with his hand. Suddenly, Manuelo stood up where he had been watching ... and waiting. His eyes were shining with excitement as he grasped Jordanna by the shoulders and pulled her gently but firmly away from his employer's leaking cock and back into a sitting position on the bed. Again, Whipple signalled with his hand, and this time it was Paulo who moved swiftly and silently to the bed.
Jordanna smiled inwardly as the two Cubans sat down on the bed, one on either side of her. She looked down and noticed that both were already hard, their long cocks already straining tightly against their slacks as the lewd tension in the air increased. She reached down between their two pairs of thighs and boldly stroked their bulging hardnesses, feeling more wicked than she had ever felt before in her life. She could sense the slight jerk of their loins at her touch, and the tingling throughout her whole body blazed out in her pelvis and into her loins where it centered with maddening intensity.
She could hardly believe her own audaciousness as her hands seemed to move of themselves to unzip the two men's flies, then the two hard male organs popped nakedly out and her hands curled automatically around each one, embracing a stiffly pulsating rod of flesh in either hand. At the same time, Paulo's hand moved to her ripe young breasts, while Manuelo pulled her legs widely apart and splayed one hand over her nakedly wet pussy.
She worked the two quickly hardening cocks between her gently clasping fingers for several minutes, sliding the thick foreskins up and over the blunt bulbous heads until tiny droplets of clear male lubricant appeared, oozing out of the small gaping holes in the center. And then, abruptly, as if on silent cue, both men stood and began to strip, leaving their clothes to fall to crumpled heaps on the cabin floor.
"Now remember," Sylvia cautioned outside the cabin door, "no funny stuff when we get inside. Those goddamn Cubans'll eat you for breakfast!"
"Yeah, sure, Aunt Sylvia .. What do I do?"
"Just follow me and keep still."
Dusty obediently followed his aunt into Whipple's cabin and toward the now-vacant couch. The Cubans had resumed their places on the bed, and the young nephew sucked in his breath at the stimulating sight of his naked sister handling their erect cocks with such great expertise while Whipple sprawled lewdly in his chair fondling his own turgid organ.
Jordanna gave each of the Cubans throbbing cocks an extra tight little squeeze as she saw the silhouette of her brother's obscenely exposed cock jutting from his opened fly as he followed Aunt Sylvia into the cabin and to the couch. Apparently, they had been doing some heavy petting and hadn't even been able to wait until they arrived. An obscene thrill ran through her already pusling groin at the thought of watching her handsome brother making love to her aunt while she herself made it with Paulo and Manuelo.
The excitable little twelve-year-old swallowed deeply as the others reached the nearby couch. She could see Aunt Sylvia come to a sitting position on the edge of the cushion, her arms thrown back behind to support her and her long delicately curving legs thrust uninhibitively apart, as Dusty hovered over her, his body tensed with desire. The two Cubans were as fascinated as Jordanna was with the idea of watching the incestuous activities while their hands continued to roam with greater urgency over her softly naked flesh, their eyes and bodies strained in the direction of the couch.
From her brother's obviously aroused state, Jordanna had expected him to throw himself down between Aunt Sylvia's open and trembling thighs, but he didn't. Her own hot little hands moved more rapidly over the two wildly jerking shafts sliding in and out of her warmly clasping fingers as she saw Dusty grab their aunt roughly by the back of the neck and pull her face to the massively hardened pole standing rigidly from his opened fly.
"Suck it some more," he demanded in a low passion-choked voice.
The coarse words strangely excited her. Jordanna had become a complete hedonist, she realized, feeling the pit of her belly and thighs warm and moisten from the lewd spectacle before her one of Dusty's hands tightened painfully into Sylvia's softly cascading brown tresses, while his other pinched her lower lip brutally between the thumb and forefinger, cruelly pulling her mouth open. The hard spongy flesh of his instrument rubbed momentarily against her teeth, then he rammed the stiffly pulsing shaft in, crushing through her softly moistened lips into the wet saliva of her mouth.
Jordanna shivered, imagining the warmly throbbing bluntness of the head sliding the length of her own tongue and emitting sweet pungent drops of clear male lubricant. Her strokes on the two fleshy hardened rods bursting through her tightly curling palms increased as her big brother began to undulate his pelvis while he stood next to the couch, over the sitting form of his aunt, sliding his long thick cock in and out of her greedily sucking mouth, never quite drawing it out, leaving the hot swollen head a half-inch inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
Jordanna closed her eyes in a moment of guilt at her perverse pleasure to block out the depraved sight of the white thick base of the cock which rammed mercilessly into Aunt Sylvia's helplessly contorted face. But she opened them again at the first wetly sluicing sounds. Moisture filled Sylvia's mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, and the couch springs began a slight soft "oomphing" as she unconsciously revolved her hips in lewd rhythm with his thrusts into her mouth. She began to cough and sputter as he held her head tighter and levered up on his toes, thrusting with all his strength until the wetly jerking tip of his rod brushed her tonsils on the instroke. She choked for breath, and tried to squirm away but he held her fixed mercilessly, looking down with lewdly panting delight at the sweat glistening sensual body of their helpless young aunt beneath him, skewering her mouth on his cock and watching the tender straining lips opening and closing around it as she was forced to accept the unnatural fleshy intrusion.
Jordanna suddenly felt the rising tide of implacable passion beginning deep in her quivering belly. The very helplessness of the young woman's position and the debasing ravishment of her body brought tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her nerves soaked with the conscience killing chartreuse. Suddenly, for the first time, she could feel a latent streak of sadism erupting lewdly in her at the mere thought of her mother's treacherous younger sister being repaid in kind. Dusty had her pinned firmly in an inescapable position and was doing his best to add a coarse and frightening touch to his seduction of her.
Jordanna closed her eyes, still listening to the wetly strangling sounds in the background, and refocused the greater attention on the hot little shivers pulsing through her own vaginal area as the two men turned from the couple and centered their concentration on her. Paulo began working at her cunt, slowly and expertly insinuating his fingers to widen and moisten her tight passage for the greater entry to come. The young niece groaned and trembled at the lewd spasms-his plunging fingers sent coursing through her vaginal walls.
Manuelo, on the other side of her, and facing the opposite couple, dropped his head to a tiny erect nipple and began nipping at it with hungry urgency, but she cut him off and surprised him with her aggressiveness. Instead she placed her hands on the soft fleshy sides of his spreading stomach and bent her head, motioning his cock up to her face. Right now, anyway, she wanted to have it just the way Aunt Sylvia did. Manuelo, also excited from watching Dusty's cruel rape of his own aunt's mouth, quickly obliged.
It took just a moment for him to work his aroused body up towards the head of the bed and position his long white monstrous cock over her wetly parted lips. With a quick movement, he pulled the thick foreskin back, exposing the huge rubbery head. A pungent line of male lubricant trailed across her chin as he rubbed the thick round head against Jordanna's lips.
There was no resistance left in the young brown-haired niece, and the Cuban wormed his penis slowly and confidently towards the warm moistness of her mouth, both of them enjoying the steady movement of his heatedly throbbing cock pressing gradually over her teeth onto the warm wet smoothness of her anxiously waiting tongue. Finally, Manuelo's thick cock crushed completely through her wetly parted lips and into the moist warm cavern. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick fleshy hardness.
Jordanna began to suck immediately, nibbling softly at it with her lips and then, more forcefully, clasping the warmly wet walls of the inside of her mouth around the entire hotly throbbing length of the delicious shaft, feeling his testicles bounce against her chin and smelling the odor of maleness around his loins that filled her nostrils with constant throbbing reminders of the cruel depraved attack she was allowing herself to be subjected to. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Manuelo's stiff cock into its warm depths. The bitterly pungent tang of it almost caused her to gag, but it also increased the rapidly mounting feeling of almost animal-like sensuousness at the same time.
"I want to roll her over," Paulo's voice came hoarsely from beside her where he continued to work his fingers rapidly in and out of her wetly flowerint cunt.
There was a long moment of silence before Manuelo, satisfied with his lewd situation, grunted back in a dazed voice, "You want to take this Yanqiti bitch up the ass?
"Si."
"Si!" Manuelo echoed, gradually removing his hot, nearly bursting cock from Jordanna's mouth with short painful gasps. "I'll fuck her up the front while you take her from the back!"
Jordanna moaned unintelligibly in a dazed state of disappointment as she felt the hotly pulsating penis tugging from between her tightly sucking mouth, then fall stiffly from her lips; its hard heavy weight tracing a line of cool wetness down her chin. He had been so close, so ready to spill his white liquid cum in her anxiously waiting mouth, she thought to herself in disappointment and confusion. Then the meaning of their conversation struck through her lust-crazed consciousness with full force. What difference could it make? she wondered. What difference could anything make now?
Her heart pounded with excitement as she felt Paulo's knowing fingers sink into the softly curving flesh of her buttocks and draw the resiliently quivering cheeks apart. Her legs fell open and she shivered as a cool rush of air coursed over the delicately sweating crevice of her exposed and vunerable behind;
The wildly trembling young niece could hear him suck in his breath as the tiny puckered ring of tight pink flesh came into view. Her whole body stiffened as one-hand sank directly into the crevice, an outstretched middle finger probing gently at the rubbery outer rim of the small elastic orifice. She jumped as it pushed forward, sinking with a sharp rasping pain as far as the first knuckle ... God, she was still super-sore from Whipple's earlier attack!
The Cuban didn't stop there and, without giving her a moment to adjust to the strange unnatural presence, shoved the finger steadily deeper to the second knuckle. His nail caught in the soft rubbery flesh lining the tightly resisting walls, sending a momentary harshly biting pain through her. She groaned and slithered on her stomach a few inches up the bed in another useless effort to escape.
"Oh, don't, please don't. I'm still sore!" she whispered hoarsely.
Once again there was no response, as she realized the two men hadn't been talking idly. They planned to fuck into her at both ends, and they were already so intensely involved in that effort that her protests of pain and unwillingness meant nothing to them. Once again, she considered screaming and pleading to their nearby employer for assistance, but she knew intuitively that such a gesture would be futile.
Instead, she let the whole of her backside go limp to be used as Paulo wished and steeled herself to endure the pain. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender, she sobbed silently, feeling the Cuban's fingers digging cruelly into her rear passage, widening and expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the two thick digits in the tight narrow hole, preparing it for his coming assault.
Paulo pulled his fingers suddenly out of her, and Jordanna sighed with momentary relief. A slight "swooshing" sound of air accompanied the withdrawal and increased her feeling of utter shame and degradation. She allowed him to force her legs wide with his knees, but flushed deeply as she imagined the leering expressions flickering over the hard cruel faces of the two Latin thugs hovering around her while they peered at her once-used, very sore little anus that Paulo would violate brutally in the next few minutes.
"Kneel up, little one!" he suddenly commanded in a crude harsh voice, totally confident of his obscene power over her.
Jordanna complied without hesitation and jerked her hips up to a kneeling position, leaving the full white orbs of her breasts swaying obscenely beneath her. Her buttocks were high in the air, waving salaciously in open invitation to the obscene assault about to begin. Her tightly clenched anus puckered in fear and helplessness.
Paulo kneeled up behind her and placed his open hands on her fearfully quivering ass cheeks, drawing them firmly apart. The length of his hotly throbbing cock slid searchingly up and down the warmly lubricated crevice, teasing her obscenely, then grew and expanded to even greater size from the lewd contact. He levered himself up on his arms, and pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, directing his rock-hard cock straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her ass.
Jordanna gasped in surprise from the first hard pressure. He wasn't as long as Mr. Whipple but he was even thicker. She could never take that in her rectum without ripping her belly in half! Before she could jerk away, the Cuban's hands dug quickly into her shoulders, pressing them hard and flat down against the fur bedspread. She could feel his hairy thighs pressing closer, and the probing of his enormously heated, searching cock into her moist puckered anus increased. It felt soft and rubbery at first, and then it grew into a hard unresisting bluntness. A deep soul-shattering moan escaped from her wildly contorting lips at the deep tearing pain as the tightly resisting nether ring gave before the unyielding pressure and the round head of his cock popped inside with a jerk.
"AAAuuugh!" Jordanna groaned piteously., It was too thick ... It was just too much! The enormous blunt intrusion of his cock pressed steadily forward, and great waves of pain vibrated from it through every fiber of her being. She groaned in anguish as he thrust cruelly onward, filling her backside with his rapidly expanding thickness. Time became meaningless and the agonized young niece seemed to be caught in an eternity of excruciating agony. She was afraid to move for fear of bringing more pain to it, and her head bent in tearful submission. Her eyes widened as his constantly pressing hardness increased the torture until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her rounded buttocks. The giant trembling shaft was buried to the hilt!
Manuela, muttering obscenities under his breath, suddenly broke them off. "Turn her over!" he shouted in an impatient sadistic voice.
Jordanna groaned as the other Cuban's stone hard cock nudged against the farthest depths of her stretched anal hole, securing her firmly. Then his hands opened under her deeply heaving abdomen and pulling, he dragged her backwards. His back hit the mattress and she came to rest splayed out flat on his stomach, impaled firmly on his massively throbbing cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit.
Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his thighs as she lay full length on her back, tight against his stomach and chest. Manuelo fell onto her helpless and spread body immediately. He positioned himself between her widely stretched legs and shoved them harshly even further apart. In the next second, he had his huge, impatiently pulsating penis in his hand and, skinning back the thick foreskin, guided it directly into the clasping channel of her moistly lubricated pussy.
"Noooooo," she groaned. "You're hurting me." Her protests ended in a gurgle as the Cuban bodyguard viciously rammed forward with one mighty thrust that buried his long hardness deep in her belly, joining Paulo's cock sunk to the hilt in her ass. She could feel the two enormous shafts throbbing side by side, with only a thin membrane of skin separating them. And then they began fucking into her, thrusting up with long hard lunges that threatened to tear her apart.
They fell into a mutual rhythm, buffet-ting her pain-wracked body between them as though she were a rag doll. Jordanna grunted in pain and tried to tear herself from between them, but her muffled groans and whimpers seemed merely to inr cite them to smack their bodies against her with rapidly increasing force. The impaled young brownette could feel Manuelo's cock pulling tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping vaginal flesh out with the base of his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside, and the same was true of Paulo's heatedly pulsing penis thrusting in and out of her rectum.
Jordanna screamed and then groaned again, no longer caring about anything except to end the pain. But the sound echoed through the room unheeded, until she realized that no one was going to help her, and then her piteous pleas dimished to a single low whine. There was no one in the world, all the existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the cock behind and Manuelo's cruel thrusts from above that shoved her even harder down on the invading cudgel.
The young niece quieted momentarily when she saw that her big handsome brother had glanced over at her, but the hope that the sight of her horrible situation would spur him to tear the men from her was soon dispelled. Her whines and whimpers became joined by coarse lust-incited murmurs and grunts from the couple on the couch. Her muffled cries had become unintelligible and incoherent, and if her brother understood her plight, he didn't care.
And then, the lewd metamorphosis happened again, her inner sinews relaxing from sheer exhaustion, when she found the pain slowly decreasing. She discovered it didn't hurt so much when she didn't try to fight it ... then, as she became certain there would be no more pain, she actually began to enjoy it. It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, brought on by the helplessness of her position and the obscene thought of being used by two men at once. But that didn't seem anything to be guilty about-after all the pain she had suffered. She moved her hips slightly and found that the motion didn't hurt, then began a slow undulating with greater force as she gained confidence, causing a lewd thrill to course through her entire lower torso. She began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of Paulo's long hard cock plunging into her behind, and then rotated upwards again to receive the whole length of the Cuban's massively heated penis ramming into her suddenly pulsating pussy. Her buttocks moved in slow sensuous circles between the two men, and her voluptuously naked young body began to twist and writhe in abandon.
"Oooh," she heard Sylvia's voice mewl around Dusty's plunging cock. "What do you think of the Princess now!"
The steady creaking of the couch slowed gradually and Dusty spoke in a harsh tense voice. "You're right, she's really humping, isn't she!"
Instantly, the young nephew stepped away from the couch, pushing Sylvia aside with his sudden move. He still wasn't able to believe it! It was beyond all comprehension! Jordanna, his baby sister, getting fuck and sodomized at the same time!
At first he had thought she was suffering at the humiliating attack of the Cubans, but just as he had been about to throw himself on the weird trio, she had turned into a groaning mass of passion. She was goading them on in her wild cries of abandoned lust and wantonly pumping her hips like a nymphomaniac gone wild! Dusty had wanted to tear the vicious men attacking his sister to pieces, but it was she who was attacking them. And, it was she who ground her heels into Manuelo's buttocks, pulling his loins tightly to her pelvis and screwing herself up hard on his glistening prick with her squirming buttocks. Her hands sank behind her body and wedged between Paulo's hollowing ass cheeks and the bed, straining and pushing to increase the force of his already violent thrusts into her rectum. It was obvious that her body was completely out of control, and that she was racing for a climax.
Dusty's teenage brain reeled with confusion and rapidly mounting desire at the sight of his baby sister sandwiched between the two burly men. He had never dreamed that his submission to his sweet young aunt would lead them to such debauchery ... Or, that his innocent little sister would change into this wild woman now at the very core of it. Just the thought of plunging his cock into her mouth, while another man fucked into her pussy and still another battered brutally into her asshole caused his cock to ripple wildly, and he could contain himself no longer.
Jordanna sensed her brother turning towards the bed and heard him bang against something in his temporarily dazed condition. She peered over Manuelo's shoulder and saw Dusty's virile young form approaching them from the foot of the bed, his body tensed as he tried to figure out just how to get at her,. Instinctively, she knew that he, too, wanted to be part of her debasing humiliation, "Over here, Dusty ... Come and put it in my mouth," she crooned, wresting the upper torso of her body slightly out from between the two men and putting her cheek on the edge of the bed.
She wet her lips as he sank down on the edge of the fur spread, and rolled over on one hip so that his groin was over her perspiring young face. He reached towards her immediately and clamped his two hands harshly on the sides of her head, his fingers twisting painfully in her hair at the same time. She sensed his excitement, a combination of murderous rage and overwhelming lust, and it made her rock her hips that much harder between the two other men. Oh God, she thought, this was the ultimate in pleasure that any girl could experience. All the desires that she had ever repressed were now going to be simultaneously fulfilled as she was plundered by the three of them a t her every orifice.
But her thoughts were cut off as he pulled her head downward until her lips brushed over the head of his cock that stood out in hard full erection between his legs. It felt smooth and hot, and was slippery from the secretions of his male lubricant and Aunt Sylvia's saliva.
"MMMmmml" she mewled, and immediately began working them in a small gripping band just under the lust-swollen head and convulsing inward the warm smooth walls of her mouth when it plunged steadily toward her throat. It tasted deliciously tangy and pungent, and as she licked it to enormous proportions, she could tell from its hotly throbbing pulses and length that he would pump out his warm thick sperm into her wildly sucking mouth at any moment.
The two Cubans, excited by her brother's unexpected participation in the group rape of his little sister, began to increase their mighty thrusts into her tightly clasping cunt and rectum. They lunged into her with deep strokes, their eyes focused on the third erect penis straining her pink lips ta their limit. To their lust-glazed eyes, the thick pummeling cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion with Jordanna's face as her brother drove his hollowing buttocks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far into her wetly sucking mouth until the hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His balls danced beneath, slapping against his sister's chin lewdly in unison with his hard thrusts.
Then, suddenly, as they watched through lust-dimmed eyes, Dusty jerked his cock from his baby sister's sucking lips, holding the huge red gland about two inches away and, with an expiring groan from his wet lips, began spewing hot thick cum over her greedily opened mouth. The jetting quick spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow, filling her mouth to the brim. Jordanna swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting fluid as her adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly, trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock spewing its lewd sperm into her face. His cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of liquid, and her mouth overflowed, thin trails of the pearl-colored liquid running out from the comers of her lips and down over the rapidly working muscles of her throat that continued swallowing and gulping down the unending reservoir of semen.
Jordanna was cumming now too, and wildly writhed out her release as she continued her now uncontrollable gyrating on the two rapidly expanding cocks fucking into her. She was going out of her mind now. The thought of her brother spewing all his angry cum all over her helpless, wildly swallowing mouth while the other two men fucked her cunt and rectum was just too much. They felt too good as they pumped their hotly throbbing shafts in and out of her deeply contorting belly. She had to cum ... now!
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion.
The Cubans felt the two passages opening around them and warm gushes of wet liquid flooding hotly around their furiously pistoning cocks. They thrust faster, digging deep, deep, inside her, feeling the ecstatically aroused young niece jerk between them several times, the muscles of her frantically heaving pelvis working and sucking at the two cocks imbedded inside as though trying to milk them dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps as she felt them thrust deep again, their hot twin jets of sperm shooting from the tips of their cocks into her heatedly quivering belly. Their juices mingled deep down inside her in a wet pool of abandoned passion that Jordanna had never known existed.
The muscles of her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell obscenely out to the sides of the semen and sweat-soaked bedspread. Jordanna lay still, her naked back flat on Paulo's heaving chest, and Manuelo's spent body splayed out over her own. Her heart pounded as though it would burst, and she panted deeply for her breath for several moments, sinking into a half-conscious daze of joy and satiation she had never known before. The obscene picture they must have made, the three men covering her sperm-drenched body lying between them with legs and arms still spread wide apart, ran through her mind and only increased her pleasure.
She was vaguely aware of her Aunt Sylvia watching them with her eyes opened wide and three fingers of one hand thrusting far up in her cunt while she nursed voraciously on Adrian Whipple's suddenly exploding cock Oh God, she thought, it's perfect, unmatchable bliss ... and our vacation's only just started!
CHAPTER NINE
"What kind of shark was it, son?" Ed Garter smiled happily to the boy beside him in the driver's seat.
"A mako, Dad ... a nine-footer, and-"
"Eight-and-a-half!" Jordanna corrected from the back seat, next to her mother.
"Aw, pipe down, dummy!" Dusty returned good-naturedly. Then to his interested electrician father, "Caught it on forty pound line, too ... Mr. Whipple said I've got the makings of a real shark fisherman!"
"Oh, good Lord," Charlotte commented, horrified, from directly behind him. "Your father and I went to see Jaws while you kids were down in Florida, and it liked to scare the crap out of us!"
"I thought your mother was going to pee her pants right there in the Bijou," Ed commented dryly.
The entire car burst into laughter then, and when it died down, Ed caught his daughter's eyes in the rear view mirror and the smile on his handsome face broadened a little. "How 'bout you, Princess?" he said. "What did you do while ol' Ahab here was adding another chapter to Melville's book?"
Jordanna felt her cheeks crimson hotly under her father's scrutinizing gaze, and she emitted a silent sigh of relief when he returned his attention to the road ahead. "Oh, not much, Daddy," she returned at length. "Went swimming in some of the clearer lagoons when we tied in at some of the islands ... Did a lot of sunbathing with Aunt Sylvia ... You know."
"Yeah, sure, Princess ... Did you enjoy yourself?"
Again, her father's eyes appeared in the mirror, and this time she couldn't resist sticking her tongue out at him playfully. "That's for me to know, and you to find out!" she laughed gaily.
The rest of the drive to the house from the airport continued in much the same lighthearted spirit, with the kids keeping up their teasing reparte, and Dusty's shark growing a few inches with every telling. Dusty tried not to be too conspicuous with his frequent excuses for looking into the back seat, but Charlotte was wearing a very abbreviated halter top, and he couldn't get over how truly white and huge they looked compared to his baby sister's little brown ones. He didn't exactly know just how they'd go about it yet, but he'd already agreed to help the Princess interest their father if she, in turn, would assist him in the seduction of Charlotte. Jeez, just the thought of getting between his mother's smooth white thighs was enough to give him a king-sized rod!
