Chapter 7
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."