Naughty Aunt Sylvia
by Jack Andrews


INTRODUCTION 

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." 

"Swimming!" Jordanna enjoined incredulously. "Out here!" 

"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. 

She was cumming! 

"Oh, Dusty!....Darling! ... Puck me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

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! 


 THE END
