Chapter 5
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.