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The Sister Keeper 

by Norma Egan

CHAPTER ONE	

 There was so much to talk about that Jonathan didn't know where to 
begin. He glanced at his twin sister Jennifer as she rambled on about the 
plane ride, what the weather had been like in England, and as she talked, 
Jonathan couldn't help but notice her figure. Dressed in a short-skirted 
blue suit, he made out the firm figure of her bulging breasts, trim waist 
and shapely hips. As she crossed her legs to get more comfortable in the 
car, Jonathan heard the sensuous sound of her nyloned legs rubbing 
against each other.

He was glad that the drive from the airport was almost over. Had it gone 
on for one more mile he knew that Jennifer would start to notice the 
bulge of his cock as it crawled along his pant's leg.

Then they were at the hotel, walking hand in hand through the lobby. As 
they stood near the elevator, Jennifer turned toward him and looked 
directly at him. Jonathan smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

The situation seemed awkward and funny at the same time, and for a moment 
they only laughed. Jennifer thought quickly of all the strange events 
that had led up to this meeting-how their mother had died giving birth to 
them and how their father, busy with all his money-making schemes, had 
given the twins to relatives, Jonathan to maternal grand-parents in New 
York, Jennifer to an aunt in England. Brother and sister had had to wait 
twenty-three years before actually laying eyes on each other. But now 
they would be together. Their father had died, leaving them his one 
successful business venture, a plush resort-hotel in California, and the 
twins had agreed by mail to come out and manage the place.

Jonathan still held her hands tightly, and Jennifer felt unaccountably 
happy. "I was just thinking," she laughed, "how much we'll have to tell 
each other before we're really acquainted."

Jonathan laughed, too. "I know! Crazy situation, isn't it? We're twins, 
and we don't even know each other! But we'll make up for that tonight. 
I've arranged for us to have dinner in your room, and we'll tell each 
other all about ourselves. 
Holding her hand, he led her up the steps and into the gaudy, cavernous 
hotel. People smiled at them, and Jennifer knew it was because they made 
such an attractive couple. She thought again how handsome Jonathan was, 
so much more attractive somehow than Ben, the big, bumbling university 
student to whom she had been engaged for three years-Ben, who had angrily 
broken off their engagement when she announced her plans to come to 
America and manage the hotel. Ben, whose awkward but frantic passion had 
claimed her virginity, had possessed and devoured her body many times, 
but had somehow never brought her to an equal sexual level. But she had 
promised herself not to think of Ben. That was over and done with.

Jonathan kept his word. After Jennifer had showered and changed her 
clothes, they had dinner in her room, an indecently luxurious feast of 
filet mignon, salad and champagne. Then they talked. There seemed to be 
an endless number of things to know about each other, and it was after 
midnight before they began to run out of ideas.

Then Jonathan, now stretched out on the bed, grinned at her and said, "We 
haven't talked yet about the most important thing of all. Tell me about 
your love life."

Jennifer blushed and giggled. "You're kidding, of course!" She lounged in 
an overstuffed chair, her small feet propped up on the bed, feeling a 
little drunk from the champagne.

"Oh, no, I'm serious!" Jonathan, still grinning, reached out and squeezed 
her foot playfully. "After all, what's more important than who you love, 
who you sleep with, how you feel about sex?"

Jennifer felt herself blushing even more. Her Aunt Hilda had raised her 
very strictly, according to a Victorian code in which sex was something 
that ladies had to endure but which they never discussed. Why, Aunt Hilda 
would die of shock if she knew that Jennifer had been fucking Ben for 
nearly three years! Jennifer knew that Americans were more open about 
sex, and that Jonathan's frankness and lack of embarrassment were 
probably not unusual in this country, but she suddenly felt 
uncomfortable.

"I suppose you're right," she smiled. "But I find it very hard to talk 
about things like that."

Jonathan squeezed her foot again and smiled encouragingly. "My God, you 
don't have to be shy with me, Jennifer! I'm your brother! And isn't a 
brother supposed to be someone you can confide in, someone you can trust? 
Come on, tell me all about it! How many lovers have you had?"

Jennifer forced herself to reply. After all, she was going to live in 
America now, and she might as well start behaving like an American. 
Blushing hotly, she said, "Just one."

Jonathan's bright, blue eyes widened in sincere amazement, his voice was 
wondering. "Is that all? Honestly? But you're twenty-three years old, my 
dear! Where have you been living, in a cave?"

"In London, as you know perfectly well," Jennifer answered, somewhat 
irritated. "Why? Have you had so many more lovers than that?"

Jonathan laughed loudly. "I should hope so!"

"How many, then?" If he was going to be frank, so would she.

Jonathan grinned at her teasingly. "Why, to tell you the truth, I've lost 
count. Look at you blush! But it's true, I really can't remember. I 
started fucking when I was fourteen, and I've been busy at it ever since. 
It is one of the better things in life, don't you think?"

"No, quite frankly, I don't," replied Jennifer, even more irritated now. 
"I never found it all that great."

Again Jonathan stared at her in amazement. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "What 
kind of bumbling ass have you been fucking? He'd have to be pretty inept 
not to turn you on."

Jennifer reddened at the word "bumbling", for that was exactly how she 
thought of Ben in bed. For a long time she'd suspected that there must be 
more to fucking than a man climbing on a woman, giving a couple of 
shoves, and climbing off again. Otherwise, why was everyone so excited 
about the subject? But all those wonderful things they talked about, 
being "horny" and appeasing it by

"coming"-none of them had ever happened to her. But it wasn't right, she 
concluded, to talk about it with a man, not even her own brother.

"I'd really rather change the subject, Jonathan," she said nervously. "In 
fact, I think I'd like to go to bed now. I've had a very long day."

He was looking at her very strangely, a kind of gleam in his eye which 
she could not interpret. He began to squeeze her foot again, gently but 
persistently, and then his fingers slid softly up to her ankle and 
squeezed it, too.

"Tell me about it," he insisted, his voice low and encouraging. "I'd like 
to help you, Jennifer, I really would. You're missing out on so much. 
Tell me what this guy does in bed."

"Jonathan!" She felt really shocked now. "Don't you think that's a bit 
personal?"

He looked at her pityingly. "Poor Jennifer! You act like you were raised 
in the Victorian Era!"

Again he'd struck home, describing Aunt Hilda's attitudes perfectly, and 
Jennifer reddened with determination. She could be just as frank as he 
was! "Well," she said hesitantly. "He just does it, that's all. I mean, 
when he wants me, we undress and go to bed, and he just-well, what else 
is there to do?"

Jonathan sighed deeply. "I see. He doesn't kiss you? He doesn't play with 
your tits? He doesn't eat your pussy? He just jumps on and fucks you?"

Jennifer jerked her ankle out of his grasp and jumped to her feet, 
trembling with embarrassment and anger. Her voice shook. "Jonathan, I'm 
sorry, but I just can't talk like this! It doesn't seem right! I suppose 
there's a lot of thinkin I'll have to get used to about this country, 
like your frank way of talking, but it's not something I can learn 
overnight! I really would like you to leave now, so I can get some 
sleep!"

Jonathan had stood up, too, and he approached his sister with the same 
strange look as before, a kind of gentle eagerness. "Jennifer, I believe 
it is something you can learn overnight, if you'll just let me show you 
how."

His arms snaked quickly around her, tightened, and then he kissed her on 
the mouth, his lips hot and aggressive, forcing her mouth open, his 
tongue sliding inside to probe. It happened so quickly, she had no time 
to resist him, and now he had her arms pinned and she was forced to 
submit. She had never been kissed like that before, had never felt the 
play of a man's tongue deep in her mouth, and she was surprised to feel a 
kind of dizzying thrill rushing through her body. She was still feeling 
dizzy when he broke the kiss.

"He never does that to you, does he?" Jonathan whispered. Then he planted 
moist, hot lips on her neck, kissing and tonguing downward toward the 
plump swelling of her breasts. One firm hand caressed her back, while the 
other strayed to her small, round ass, squeezing and exploring them.

"Jonathan, stop this at once!" she managed to cry out. "You're my 
brother, for heaven's sake!"

Jonathan raised an impish face from between her tits. "But, darling, 
that's what brothers are for!" he said softly. "They're supposed to look 
out for their sisters, show them the ropes, as it were. I see that your 
sex education has been badly neglected, and I'm simply bringing you up to 
date. You should be grateful for that."

"You seem to find this very amusing!" Jennifer snapped. "I don't!" With 
great effort, she freed her arms and pushed against his chest, but 
Jonathan clung to her, pinning her down, holding her arms, and she felt 
something rock-hard against her loins, pushing painfully and insistently. 
Then she blushed as she realized that it was his erect cock.

"Please, Jonathan," she said weakly, a little frightened now at this 
strange brother of hers. "Let me go. I don't like this game, not at all!"

"Ifs not a game, darling," he said, his voice low and husky now. "I'm 
perfectly serious."

He kissed her again, stuffing his tongue, hot and stiff into her 
protesting mouth, his hips wriggling eagerly in an effort to spread her 
legs. Jennifer was repelled and frightened at the same time, and she 
began to struggle, trying to rock him off her body. Her efforts increased 
the brutal friction of his hard cock against the tender flesh of her 
pussy and seemed to excite Jonathan even more.

"Yes," he whispered huskily. "Fight me, that makes it more exciting!"

Jennifer exclaimed disgustedly, "Jonathan, for God's sake, will you get 
off me and get out of my room? I won't have this!"

"Oh," he said mockingly, looking her in the eye. "You won't have it, you 
say? And what is it you won't have?"

"Why-" Jennifer stammered. "What you're doing, of course!"

"And what am I doing?" His voice remained calm and amused.

"You know damned well what you're doing!" she sputtered.

"But you don't want to say it." He grinned at her. "I'll say it, then. 
I'm trying to fuck you, Jennifer. I'm trying to get into your pants. 
Trying to ball you. What do they call it in England?"

"But, Jonathan!" She was so horrified at his words that she stopped 
struggling. "I'm your sister. Doesn't that make any difference to you?"

"Yes," he said teasingly. "It does make a difference to me. It makes it 
even more exciting." He watched her increasingly horrified expression. 
"Jennifer, you're an educated woman. You must know that there's no 
biological reason why brother and sister can't fuck. The old incest taboo 
is strictly a social thing, a superstition, in fact. All the animals do 
it, with no problems, so why shouldn't people do it?"

Jennifer made no reply. He was right, of course, yet what he proposed 
seemed monstrous and perverse to her. She saw, too, that there was no 
convincing him with Words. His mind was made up, and his way of thought 
was utterly foreign to her. All she could do was fight.

She bit his hand, and Jonathan cursed loudly and jerked away from her. 
Jennifer used the opportunity to wriggle out from under his superior 
weight, leap off the bed, and run for the door. But Jonathan was much too 
quick for her. Before she could even touch the doorknob, his slim but 
powerful arms were around her waist, dragging her back towards the bed. 
"Please don't scream," he said, almost politely. "The guests would hear, 
and it would be bad for business."

He was right. She knew she did not want to cause a scandal in the hotel 
by screaming, by letting everyone know that her twin brother was trying 
to rape her. She had her heart set on managing the hotel and doing it 
successfully. But her immediate problem was Jonathan. He had dragged her 
back to the bed now and was fumbling at the buttons of her dress. As he 
bent over her, Jennifer noticed the huge bulge of his crotch, stretched 
by his aroused and swollen cock.

She seized his wrists and pleaded, "Jonathan, don't do this thing! If you 
keep on, I assure you, I'll fight! But I don't want to hurt you or 
quarrel with you-so, please, stop now, and I'll forget about it."

Jonathan's vivid, blue eyes looked sleepy and sensual now as he met her 
gaze, and his voice was soft and urgent. "Jennifer, I don't want to hurt 
you, either. I want us to be very good friends. And we could be such good 
friends, darling. I could do such pleasant things for you, make you so 
happy, if you'd just let me. Please, Jennifer, forget all your silly hang 
ups, and let me make love to you. You'll never be sorry, I promise."

"No!" Jennifer shouted. "It's filthy! I won't do it!"

Jonathan slapped her face, deftly and very hard, and she fell back limp 
on the bed, knowing that she was fainting. When she came back to 
consciousness, minutes later, he had removed her dress and was just 
pulling off her bra, his bright eyes intent on her slim but shapely body.

"Jonathan . . . ?" She still felt dazed. "You hit me. Why did you do 
that?"

"Terribly sorry." He smiled at her. "It was for your own good, of course. 
My only aim is to make you happy, and that involves teaching you to enjoy 
sex. You were foolish enough not to cooperate."

"Oh, Jonathan!" Jennifer moaned in frustration. How could she make him 
understand? She heard him draw in his breath sharply as he removed her 
bra and stared at her naked breasts. She knew they were pretty, perhaps 
on the small side, but round and white and firm, the nipples a bright 
pink.

"Beautiful," Jonathan muttered. "You have nearly perfect tits, you know 
that, Jennifer?" Without waiting for an answer, he cupped both breasts in 
his firm hands, molded and caressed them, and rubbed the nipples with his 
thumbs, making them spring hard and erect. Then suddenly he sank onto 
her, his mouth fastening wetly around one nipple as he began to tongue 
and suck it. Jennifer felt something very strange then. As if a nerve 
directly connected the two places, she felt a jolt of pleasure streaking 
from nipple to cunt, and her pussy contracted sharply and spurted out hot 
juices. She knew then, that although her mind rejected what Jonathan was 
doing, her body more than accepted his attentions, and she was shocked at 
herself. Ben had never aroused her like this-why should Jonathan?

Her brother had, moved over to suck the other nipple now, and Jennifer 
looked down dazedly at his blond head which, like hers, was almost so 
light as to be silver. She didn't want to lose him, yet how could she let 
him continue to enjoy her body?

"That's enough, Jonathan," she murmured. "Please stop now and go to your 
room."

He took his time about answering her. The noisy sucking continued a 
moment longer before he lifted his head, and then he paused again to 
flick out his wet tongue and gently lash her nipples. It made Jennifer 
shiver, partly in pleasure and partly in disgust. Then he smiled lazily 
at her.

"Darling Jennifer," he said. "I have no intention of stopping now. This 
is merely the beginnings I'll go on doing very nice things to you, and 
all you have to do is relax and enjoy it. Before long, I promise you'll 
be wanting me as much as I want you. Is that really anything to be 
alarmed about?"

For Jennifer it was. Not only did she fear the very word "incest", she 
feared, too, to surrender herself to a man unreservedly, and she 
suspected that her brother might keep his word and attain her total 
submission. No one had ever achieved that before, and she hoped no one 
ever would.

"Jonathan, please," she said meekly. "I'm afraid."

He took her face between his hands and smiled in an almost fatherly way. 
"There is nothing to fear, Jennifer. Everything I do to you will be 
beautiful and pleasurable. Like this."

He kissed her then, the same deep-probing tongue kiss as before, and she 
felt her mind reeling. Then his hand was fumbling with her last garment, 
her small lacy panties, tugging them down over her taut belly until his 
finger grazed the soft fur of her mound. Jennifer gave a gurgle of alarm, 
wrenched her face away from his, and began to struggle wildly, pushing at 
him, pounding him with her fists.

Jonathan swayed above her, dodging her blows, watching intently, almost 
like a venomous snake waiting for the precise moment to strike. He found 
it.	Suddenly he seized her wrists and forced her arms down to her 
sides, his blue eyes wide and hungry now as he watched her lovely tits 
shake and wobble with her frantic moments. Then, with her arms pinned, he 
lowered himself again and planted his mouth on her lower belly, kissing, 
tonguing, and tasting the smooth, fragrant flesh. His burning tongue 
worked downward, steadily, toward the fringe of blonde pussy fur that 
showed above the band of her panties. So he intended to play with her 
them, too, where Ben had never touched her.

"Please, Jonathan, please," she moaned.

"Patience, my dear," he said softly. "You'll like this."

On the contrary, Jennifer began to feel disgusted. She had heard of this 
practice before, of men "eating cunt," and she considered it unnatural 
and loathsome. She would not let any man do this foul thing to her! With 
all the strength she could summon, Jennifer wrenched her arms from her 
brother's grasp and twisted out from under his pinioning body.

She leaped off the bed and raced for the door, but Jonathan, with a sharp 
laugh, beat her to it and stood there with his back against the door, 
grinning at her.

"You know you can't fight your way past me, Jennifer," he laughed. "So 
why don't you be a good girl and come back to bed?"

Jennifer retreated to the opposite corner of the room, glaring at him and 
thinking desperately of another means of escape. Her room was on the 
third floor of the hotel, the top floor, so the window was out of the 
question. She could not lock herself in a closet or the bathroom, either, 
since Jonathan had a set of master keys.

"Come on, dear," he teased. "Come back to bed. Let brother eat your 
sweet, little pussy."

"Go to hell!" Jennifer snapped.

Jonathan sighed. "Very well. We'll save that for later. Right now I'll 
entertain you with a little strip show." Still leaning against the door, 
he began to unknot his tie.

CHAPTER TWO	

 Jennifer knew that he meant to shock her with this new exhibition and 
that her best defense was to look away, to deny him the satisfaction of 
an audience. But curiosity held her. Except for Ben, she'd never seen a 
man naked before, and she had long wondered if all male bodies were 
basically alike or if there were important differences between them.

She gawked as Jonathan stripped off tie and shift, revealing a slim but 
muscular chest that was thickly matted with light blond hair, so unlike 
the pink, flabby, hairless chest of her former lover. Then Jonathan 
quickly stepped out of his pants and shorts, and Jennifer almost gasped 
aloud. She hadn't known a cock could be that big. Ben's was almost 
dwarfish in comparison.

"A very respectable piece of equipment, don't you think?" Jonathan was 
grinning at her, following her gaze.

Jennifer blushed deeply but could not look away. Her brother's cock was 
erect, swaying lazily, obscenely, before him. It seemed to reach halfway 
down his tight-muscled thighs. Thick, pale, and laced with bulging, blue 
veins, it ended in a wrinkled white point, again very much unlike the 
bulbous purple head of Ben's circumcised prick. To Jennifer, her 
brother's cock seemed much more attractive. His balls were huge, too, 
looming like ripe, round fruit between his legs, bristling with white-
blond hair, the same rare color, she realized, as the soft thatch of her 
pussy. Jonathan began walking toward her slowly.

"I realize I'm being selfish," he laughed. "I should let you go on 
feasting your eyes for a while. But I'm getting a little impatient. How 
about this? I'll let you play with my cock for a few minutes, and then 
we'll fuck."

Jennifer paled. "Keep away from me, Jonathan!"

He advanced, leering at her, and with a small shriek, Jennifer darted out 
of her corner in a frantic attempt to reach the door. Jonathan caught her 
wrist as she flew by him, spun her around roughly, and locked his arm 
around her waist. With his free hand he began jerking off her panties.

Jennifer kicked, scratched, and pummeled him, but he seemed not to care. 
The final humiliation came when he had pulled her panties down to her 
knees and Jennifer, jerking away from him, stumbled and fell to the 
carpet. Before she could right herself, Jonathan was on her, seizing her 
panties again and pulling them off. Jennifer wailed in shame and clapped 
her hands over her cunt to hide it from his leering eyes.

"My God," he breathed. "Don't cover it! It's beautiful! So tiny, so 
golden! Let me see it again, please!"

His soft, pleading voice seemed insane to her. Whimpering, Jennifer got 
slowly to her hands and knees and began to crawl away from him, not even 
choosing a destination.

Jonathan followed just as slowly, his enormously long, thick cock waving 
heavily as he advanced, his eyes devouring her lovely young body. Then 
suddenly he dived at her, so quickly and unexpectedly that Jennifer was 
knocked flat on her back, and he had spread her legs before she quite 
knew what had happened.

"No, Jonathan, noooo!" What began as a harsh command ended in a squeal of 
surprise and unwilling pleasure when her brother's blond head dipped 
between her legs and she felt his hot, slick tongue lapping stiffly and 
eagerly at the raw flesh of her clit.

Jennifer fell back limply on the carpet, and Jonathan spread her shapely 
legs even wider, planted his mouth on her fat little clit, and began to 
suck noisily, wetly, with an expert swiftness that made her body quiver 
and shake.

No one had ever done this to her before, no man's mouth had ever touched 
the sensitive deep-pink parts between her legs, nor would Jennifer have 
permitted it if she'd had a choice. The idea had seemed disgusting. But 
now that it was happening, now that Jonathan was tonguing, kissing, 
sucking at the exact source of her pleasure, she wondered how she had 
held out so long. The sense of erotic gratification was beyond belief, a 
thousand times better than anything Ben had ever done to her.

For a long moment Jennifer was utterly lost, unable to do anything but 
shiver and gurgle deep in her throat as her brother's knowing tongue and 
mouth aroused fiery responses in her clit, in the plump pink lips of her 
pussy, around the mouth of her cunt, and over the tight-puckered hole of 
her anus. Oh, God, it felt so good! She wanted it never to end! Her cunt 
gave a powerful contraction, and a flood of hot juice streamed out to 
tell Jonathan of her secret arousal.

She blushed deeply as she felt him lapping up her gushing cunt cream. 
"Yes, yes," he crooned. "You're getting hot for rue now, aren't you, 
Jennifer? Here's something else you'll like."

He stuffed his thick tongue up her cunt, worming it swiftly as far as he 
could up the tight passage, and Jennifer groaned loudly, almost fainting 
with the sudden pleasure of his penetration. Then, as her brother began 
to lap and probe and suck at her wildly convulsing cunt, she knew she 
would soon be beyond resistance, that she must stop him now. She pushed 
at his shoulders and succeeded in dislodging him from between her legs. 
But he did not seem angry. He only leered, his handsome face sticky with 
her cream, and began to crawl over her.

     "I think I know what my Jennifer would like," chanted. "A little 
taste of cock, right?"

Jennifer gawked at him in honor as he straddled her chest and let his 
huge, stiff cock graze her chin and cheeks, leaving a sticky trail of his 
own lubricating juices. His wiry balls scratched her chest, and the 
gleaming purple of his glans began to emerge now from its wrinkled sheath 
of skin, ugly and menacing.

"Come now, darling," he urged softly. "Open your mouth! How do you know 
you don't like it, until you've tried it?"

"Jonathan, for God's sake! You-"

It had been a mistake to say anything, for as she opened her mouth in 
protest, her grinning brother seized his long, thick cock and plunged it 
deep into her mouth. She felt her mouth stuffed and probed, tasted the 
strong, salty tang of his glans, tried to escape his triumphant and 
excited gaze. He held her head in position arid began to pump his fat, 
silky prick inside her mouth in short, firm strokes.

"Jennifer," he said huskily. "Suck on it! Suck my cock for me, please!"

Without knowing why, Jennifer gave his probing prick one firm suck, but 
then gagged, overcome with her prejudices against that lewd practice.

Jonathan saw her sudden revulsion and quickly pulled out.

"My God," he said, with some irritation. "You're really an amateur, 
aren't you? I can't believe it-a woman your age who doesn't know how to 
eat cock! Ah, well," he sighed. "We'll just get on to the fucking. At 
least you know how to do that."

He sprang to his feet and extended a hand to help her up. Jennifer rolled 
swiftly away from him, bounced up, and headed once more for the door. 
Jonathan gave an angry growl, grabbed her around the waist, and, with one 
powerful effort, threw her onto the bed so hard that the breath was 
knocked out of her.

"My dear," he snarled. "Your resistance is becoming a bit of a bore! For 
God's sake, you've already let one man put his cock in you-what's the big 
fuss about taking on a second one?"

Still fighting to regain her breath, Jennifer managed to gasp, "Jonathan, 
I just can't, not with my own brother!"

His eyes gleamed, and he started toward her. "But you will, darling, you 
will!"

Jennifer felt too bruised and breathless to move. Her brother reached the 
bed, crawled over to her, and slipped his hands beneath her to cup the 
small, tight globes of her ass. She watched him limply, miserably. His 
hands squeezed her buttocks, and then one hand strayed around to tickle 
and circle the shaft of her clit; while the other crept between the 
tightly clenched cheeks of her ass, searching out her asshole.

"Here," he whispered. "This will make you feel better!"

Jennifer gasped and stiffened as he suddenly thrust his little finger 
into her asshole and wriggled it quickly upward, all the way. She 
expected pain and she was astonished to feel a delicious sense of 
penetration, a strange buzz of pleasure that jumped from anus to cunt to 
clit. At the same moment, his skillful fingers massaged the tiny, wet 
shaft of her clit, and that felt very good, much as she wanted to resist 
it. Her cunt contracted, creamed, and bathed his busy hand. He watched it 
happen, then glanced up at her and grinned. "Nice? Yes, I thought you'd 
like it."

"Jonathan, please stop." Her voice was weak and pleading.

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that," he said. "It would be very cruel of you to 
make me stop now. Look at my prick."

Jennifer looked and shuddered. He was fully erect now, stiffer and more 
engorged than she'd dreamed possible, Ms tight-skinned prick standing 
straight up against his flat belly. It seemed a good eight inches long to 
her, and enormously fat, and she cringed at the thought of trying to take 
that huge piece of meat inside her body. At least Ben's cock hadn't hurt 
her after the first few times, even though it hadn't excited her, either. 
But she knew she was too small, too tight, for this great sausage of a 
prick.

Jonathan did not read her thoughts accurately this time. Watching her 
stare wide-eyed at his stiff-standing prick, he seemed to think she was 
admiring it, craving it.

"Yes, yes, my darling," he crooned. "You'll have it in just a moment."

Jennifer gasped and twisted away from him. His finger popped out of her 
asshole, but he was still kneeling between her legs. As he quickly threw 
himself onto her hotly, she felt the painful hardness of his cock ramming 
brutally against the tender tissues of her vulva. Brother and sister 
struggled fiercely, she twisting and shrieking under him as he held her 
arms and jabbed his cock blindly between her legs, frantic to fuck her.

"No, Jonathan, it hurts!" she wailed. "Oh, please, no, nooooo!"

Her protest ended shrilly as she felt Jonathan's huge, rock-hard cock 
sham into her cunt. It nosed in only an inch with its first thrust, but 
Jennifer already felt her tiny cunt stretching and aching.

"Ohhh!" she groaned. "Please, take it out, it's too big!"

Jonathan ignored her. Pulling his hips back, he breathed in sharply, then 
plowed into her again with all his strength, and this time his incredibly 
thick cock fought all the way to her womb. Jennifer felt the walls of her 
cunt pushed out, raked and torn, and she began to sob.

"Jonathan," she wept. "It's too big, I tell you! Please get out before 
you hurt me!"

With his cock still fully into her, his big, shaggy balls nestled between 
her thighs, Jonathan lowered himself onto her. He kissed her quickly, and 
whispered, "No, it's not too big, it's just right! This is just how it 
ought to be, darling, snug and hot. Relax, I'll make it wonderful for 
you!"

As Jennifer lay paralyzed with fear beneath his sweating body, her 
brother began to feed his cock to her in short, slow strokes, very 
gently, involving her cuntlips and plump clit in teasing friction.

 Gradually he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, and his 
fucking became noisy, juicy.

"Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "So good, baby, so good!"

All the while, Jennifer was struggling with herself. She hated the idea 
of letting her brother fuck her, hated being conquered by any man. But 
she knew, at the same time, that he was giving her the most exciting and 
satisfying fuck of her life. God, if she'd only known it could be like 
this, she'd have fucked every man she knew! The way his thick, silky 
shaft slid sensuously over her clit and labia, the way his big cock-not 
too big now, but perfectly right-filled and probed her, all of it was 
bringing her exquisite pleasure and was lifting her higher, with every 
passing second, towards that ecstatic release she'd heard so much about 
but had never experienced. Why not let him do it for her? Why not, just 
once in her life, let a man satisfy her completely?

"Baby baby! God, it's great to ball you!" Jonathan's gentlemanly language 
was gone now, replaced by a very American vernacular, and somehow 
Jennifer found herself wildly turned on by his crude words. "Take my, 
meat, baby!" he gasped. "Take my cock all the way in!"

She let the last of the tension leave her body, and opened herself 
joyfully to him. Jonathan, sensing her final submission, began to fuck 
her furiously, knocking her breathless with every fat lunge of his prick, 
his wiry balls flapping wildly against her ass, their bellies meeting in 
Loud slaps. Jennifer felt a fiery, dizzying sensation in the depths of 
her cunt, a rapidly engulfing pleasure that began to ripple through her 
body, shaking and tossing her, and she realized that this was it, the 
climax she'd always denied herself. It was so good she wanted to cry, and 
she heard her own voice as if it belonged to a wanton stranger, sobbing 
hoarsely as she bucked her hips to meet the thrusts of her brother's 
cock.

"Jonathan! Oh, darling, yes, fuck me! You're making me come, oh, oh, 
YES!"

She could only moan out her pleasure then, and as she writhed and gasped 
in her climax, she saw her brother watching her, licking his lips as he 
studied her abandoned movements even as he went on hammering his cock 
deep into her. Then suddenly he gasped, his eyes rolled back, and 
Jennifer felt burning wetness flooding her cunt as he grunted, groaned, 
and pumped out his come. His sweat-soaked body ground into hers. He 
squeezed her breathless, wriggling fiercely between her legs, as he 
instinctively struggled to shoot his load into her convulsing womb. 
Jennifer gladly opened her legs as wide as she could, following her own 
instinct to take all of his seed deep into her belly.

At last they were quiet, exhausted and sweaty in each other's arms, 
almost asleep. Jennifer felt his cock twitching and shrinking inside her 
cunt, and she sighed deeply: well, they had done it, and she had to admit 
it was fantastic, beyond her wildest dreams. At last she understood the 
seeming craze for sex that possessed all her friends. There was just one 
little hitch, of course-the man who had brought her to that beautiful, 
wailing climax happened to be her twin brother.

Jonathan sighed, too, and crawled off her to reach for the bedside lamp. 
"Christ," he laughed, still out of breath. "You really drained me, 
Jennifer! I never came like that before!"

"Jonathan," she said hesitantly. "You don't intend to sleep here, do you? 
I mean. . ."

He grinned at her. "Why not? I've already fucked you. Sharing your bed is 
an innocent thing in comparison."

He switched off the light, then snuggled up to her in the darkness, 
pulling her buttocks against his limp, dripping cock. She felt she should 
protest, but his body was so warm, gentle, and comforting. She felt sleep 
coming over her quickly.

CHAPTRR THREE Jennifer woke abruptly the next morning to feel her 
brother's cock again busily working inside her cunt, this time from the 
rear. Pig, she thought. He didn't even wait till I was awake!

Jonathan shuddered, sighed, and flooded her cunt with his come. Seconds 
later he was bouncing out of bed, slapping her playfully on the ass, and 
remarking, "What a pleasant way to start the day, right?" Then he strode 
off to the shower.

Jennifer pretended to be asleep when he came out again, and he left 
quietly. Damn him, she was thinking, he's going to spoil everything! She 
had looked forward so much to living in California and running the hotel; 
but she could hardly stay here if her brother kept jumping in bed with 
her!

Well, she would simply have to talk to him and make him understand that 
she'd have no more of it. For now, there were other things to do. She 
hadn't even toured the hotel and its grounds or met the staff yet, and 
she decided to spend the day catching up on this duty.

The Granada Hotel, as her father had named it, was a mammoth structure 
done in Spanish style, with extensive landscaped grounds. It was very 
popular with the young, rich crowd of the Western states and with many 
Easterners as well. It lay on a crescent-shaped bay of the Pacific, and 
so could offer surfing, swimming, and boating. On Jennifer's first 
morning, the hotel seemed filled to capacity, and the veranda and grounds 
swarmed with noisy, frolicking people.

Jennifer met and spoke with her staff, from desk clerks to chef, and was 
satisfied with their competence and loyalty. She was on her way out of 
the hotel for a look at the grounds, when she passed a door she hadn't 
noticed previously. Its name plate read, "Dr. Charles Ciardi, House 
Physician." Well, thought Jennifer, if there is such a person, I ought to 
know him. So she knocked.

"Come in!" rumbled a pleasant voice.

Jennifer entered a small, cluttered room, Med with bookshelves and filled 
up by a big desk. Behind the desk, in a swivel chair, lounged a 
powerfully built, dark skinned man in his thirties, with an intelligent, 
craggy face. His chief feature seemed to be his hair. Thick black hair 
covered his head, arms, and the back of his hands, and bristled from the 
open collar of his light, cotton shirt. He looked appreciatively at 
Jennifer and grinned, showing strong; white teeth.

"Let me guess!" he said. "You think you're knocked up. Or you suspect you 
caught a dose of clap from your boy friend. Don't be shy, young lady, 
tell me everything! I'm a doctor."

"None of the above," said Jennifer coldly, much put off by his 
unprofessional manner. "I happen to be the new owner of this hotel. My 
name is Jennifer James. You, I assume, are Dr. Ciardi?"

He didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed. He only laughed, 
Miss James, of course! You'll have to pardon me-I'm not noted for being 
diplomatic."

"Indeed." Jennifer eyed him thoughtfully, feeling an urge to get rid of 
this brash man if she could. "And just what are your duties here, Doctor? 
Besides sitting with your feet on the desk and being rude?"

Again he laughed. "Oh, I'm indispensable to the place, Miss James, I 
assure you! This is one of my rare free moments. The place simply crawls 
with psychosomatic ailments, that is to say, imaginary illnesses, and 
it's my job to treat theft. Headaches, ulcers, false pregnancies, rashes, 
paranoia, even delusions of grandeur-A see them all. I don't get to 
practice much medicine, but it pays extremely well." He gave her an 
intimate, knowing glance which she did not like. "I can tell you're 
thinking about firing me. But wait a day or so, and see how many frantic 
people I treat. You couldn't get along without me. And occasionally I 
even do some real doctoring-there are some cases of sunburn, arid the 
surfers keep getting banged up."

"I'll think about it." Jennifer replied shortly, getting up to leave.

"By the way," Dr. Ciardi began, his voice more serious now. "I treated 
your father in his last illness. It was cancer, and I'm sorry to say that 
even though I caught ii, early, he refused my advice to have an immediate 
operation. He loathed doctors. I sincerely hope you haven't inherited his 
stubbornness on that point."

Jennifer merely nodded and walked out, thinking that perhaps Ciardi 
wasn't a quack after all. She would keep an eye on him, to make sure. She 
walked out the side front door of the hotel, down the broad stain, and 
out onto the immaculate grounds.

Wanting to escape the crowds for a while, she walked toward the distant 
border of the property, where there was a small, wooded area and no 
people in sight. She had been strolling here for perhaps fifteen minutes 
when she heard what sounded like the low, desperate cry of a woman in 
pain.

The noise seemed to be coming from beyond a thick grove of trees nearby. 
Jennifer hurried over in that direction, peered through the leaves, and 
froze, open-mouthed.

"Eat my pussy, damn you! That's what you're paid for!"

Jennifer could see clearly, too. In a small, bidden clearing within the 
grove, a woman stood holding her skirt up over her naked pelvis and 
waving a pair of black lace panties in her other hand. Facing her, and 
grinning broadly, was a young man.

"Go fuck yourself," he said mockingly. "That's one thing you haven't 
tried yet."

"You arrogant bastard!" the woman shrieked. She threw the panties at the 
young man, and they hit his shoulder and wafted lazily to the grass. He 
kept grinning, hands on hips, and the woman's eyes blazed angrily.

Jennifer knew that according to everything she had been taught, all the 
manners and all the etiquette, she should leave, at once and allow the 
couple their privacy. But she couldn't bring herself to go just yet, 
because she recognized this man and woman.

The woman's identity could not be mistaken.

 She was Laura Langley, an immensely popular television actress, 
currently starring in a sentimental series about a young widow with nine 
children. In real life she appeared much older than in the series; she 
was no doubt in her middle forties, and though her face was still 
beautiful it looked somewhat haggard and hard. Her long, abundant red 
hair was obviously dyed, and she was not using the husky, soothing voice 
for which she was famed. She was screeching.

"You lousy sonofabitch, I told you to eat my pussy, and you're damned 
well going to do it!"

The mocking young man, tall and tan and golden-haired, strikingly 
handsome and built well, was Kip Kovak, a bit player in TV, who, 
according to all the gossip magazines, was Miss Langley's lover. Now it 
appeared that he was her paid stud. But at the moment he was not being 
very subservient.

"Eat it yourself," he laughed. "I bet you could if you got desperate 
enough. I hear you were quite an acrobat when you were younger."

"You're fired!" shrieked Laura Langley.

Kip Kovak walked lazily towards the infuriated actress, stopping inches 
away from her. His voice was soft and sexy now. "Aw, come on, baby, don't 
be mad. I was just kidding you, just getting some laughs." He tilted her 
chin up, leaned closer to her. "You wouldn't fire me, anyway. You know 
nobody can bring you off like I do."

Laura melted. Her eyelids drooped, hr breathing slowed, and she snaked 
her arms around Kip's neck. "Oh, Kip," she crooned huskily. "I know, I 
know! Do it to me now, please!"

The young man grinned and cupped her breasts, big and heavy and swaying 
beneath her short dress. Laura closed her eyes and moaned softly. Then 
Kip seized the hem of her dress and slowly drew the garment off over her 
head, tousling her thick, red hair and uncovering a body that, although a 
little thickened and slack, still preserved the famous curves so often 
photographed and admired by the public. Beneath the dress Laura worn only 
a bra to hide her magnificent tilt.

Kip deftly and quickly unhooked the bra and drew it off, and the woman's 
huge breasts fell, quivering, into their natural slope, still shapely and 
full, tough lacking the firmness of youth.

Now the famous actress stood naked and yielding before her young gigolo, 
her large, green eyes soliciting him warmly. Her skin was tan except for 
the pale white of her breasts, buttocks, and lower belly. The large 
triangle of her snatch was dark brown, the true color of her hair, and 
her legs were long and shapely. Jennifer thought she was still 
extraordinarily beautiful, and apparently Kip Kovak did, too, for as he 
eyed her body he lost his cool, mocking manner and suddenly became 
excited. With a harsh growl, he seized her and lowered her to the grass.

"Oh, yes," Laura moaned, almost as if in pain-the same noise that had 
attracted Jennifer's notice in the first place. "Yes, darling, eat me!"

Laura stretched out limply, submissively on her back, while Kip quickly 
removed his clothes. The actress watched him with feverish impatience, 
licking her lips, and then, unable to wait any longer, thrusting her own 
hand between her legs. With her middle finger she found her red clitoris. 
As she spread her legs wider, Jennifer could see all of her gleaming, 
rosy slit, wet and swollen in readiness. The dark mouth of her cunt 
seemed quite large, and was drooling a steady trickle of white cream. 
Laura rubbed her clit harder, and the stream of vaginal juices increased.

Meanwhile Kip tossed aside his shorts and stood naked. Jennifer had to 
admit that his body was magnificent, broad-shouldered, thin-hipped, tan 
and hard, with every muscle tautly outlined. But, she thought absently, 
he wasn't nearly as well hung.

Jonathan-and then she blushed at her own wicked thoughts. It was true, 
however; his prick and balls, though certainly big enough, were only 
average compared to her brother's prodigious equipment. Perhaps, Jennifer 
thought, he made up in skill what he lacked in size; certainly he must, 
or he wouldn't be Laura Langley's stud. And he wasn't hard yet, either, 
it was too soon to judge.

"Oh, come on!" Laura was crying impatiently. "Don't just stand there 
showing me how beautiful you are!"

Kip chuckled and then suddenly hopped over her to straddle her face, his 
limp, white cock grazing her heavily lipsticked mouth. "Hungry?" he 
teased.

"Not now, damn you!" Laura snarled, jerking her head aside. "I don't want 
your cock now! I want your mouth!"

"Okay, boss!" Kip laughed, crawling off her. "Your obedient slave will 
now give you some head!"

He put his head between her legs, and there was a loud sucking noise as 
his mouth fastened on the large, prominent bump of her clit. Laura 
gasped, then groaned deeply, and she spread her legs obscenely wide, 
giving him room to work.

Jennifer, blushing deeply and beginning to tremble at this embarrassing 
sight, knew that decency called for her to leave at once. Yet she knew 
she wouldn't go--no matter how naughty it was to watch, it was the sight 
of a lifetime, something she couldn't help observing, the secret life of 
a famous woman, the real Laura Langley.

Certainly better than any movie magazine, Jennifer thought wildly.

Kip continued his swift, noisy sucking of Laura's clit, and the beautiful 
older woman groaned steadily and kept her long legs wide apart, giving 
him all the pussy he wanted. Her big, green eyes rolled wildly and then 
closed, and she worked her red-nailed fingers urgently in the grass, then 
in Kip's golden hair. Slowly a rosy rash spread over her whole body, the 
sign of sexual arousal, and her big white breasts stiffened and swelled, 
the long brown nipples growing erect and pointed. Now Kip drew back a 
little and flicked out his stiff tongue to lick and lash at her swollen 
clit, and Laura gasped and shivered.

"Oh, my beautiful boy," she crooned. "You're the best, the very best! 
Nobody turns me on like you!"

Kip slammed his mouth onto her clit again, sucked harder and faster and 
more loudly than ever, and Laura dug her nails into the grass, clenched 
her teeth, and began bucking her hips rapidly in time with his sucking. 
She grunted with the effort and seemed to be on the very verge of coming, 
when the young man suddenly raised his head and grinned at her.

"I want a raise," he remarked. "I thought this would be a good time to 
ask."

"Oh, shut up!" Laura shouted, but then broke into helpless laughter. "Get 
back to work, smart ass! If you do a good job, I'll consider your 
request!"

Kip chuckled and lowered his head again. This time Jennifer saw his 
tongue snake swiftly into Laura's wide cuntmouth till it was buried in 
her moist depths, and then Kip's head bobbed rapidly as he probed and 
stuffed and licked her pussy. Laura shrieked with pleasure, and her hands 
fluttered to his long blond hair, her fingers tangled in it, pawing, 
pulling. She began to gasp and to buck her hips again.

"Make me come!" she howled. "Yes, yes, just a little more, and I'll be 
there!"

Kip abruptly withdrew from her cunt and leaped to his feet. He wiped his 
face with the back of his hand, ten stood there grinning down at the 
writhing, frustrated woman.

"Uh-uh," he laughed. "I know you too well, baby! With the hang over 
you've got, I'd bring you off, and you'd go right to sleep, and I 
wouldn't get my share! I have to think of me, you know." He extended a 
hand to her. "Come on, sweetheart, up on your knees! Time for your 
favorite snack!"

"Oh, damn you!" Laura shouted. "Why do I keep you around, anyway? I'd get 
more obedience from a trained bear!"

"No doubt," laughed Kip. "But I do much nicer tricks. Don't I, baby?" He 
made his voice lower, huskier. "Remember last night?"

Laura flushed hotly, and her eyelids drooped sensuously. Without another 
word, she took his hand and let him pull her up to a kneeling position. 
He let go of her then, and she crawled forward fill she was only inches 
from his body. She began to kiss his feet, ten moved her red lips slowly 
up his well-muscled legs, kissing ankles and knees and thighs. She 
reached his limp cock and took it tenderly in her hands, petting and 
rubbing and squeezing it gently, using her fingertips to work the 
wrinkled foreskin back until she had exposed the red, shining glans with 
its tiny, dark hole.

She flicked out of her sharp-pointed tongue and used only the very tip to 
ream and clean the little hole. Then, with an excited shudder, she cupped 
his sagging, golden-furred balls, and while she gently palmed and 
squeezed them, she fastened her mouth around the gleaming head of his 
cock and very slowly drew, the whole organ deep into her mouth.

Kip had been standing before her cockily, hands on hips, grinning smugly 
as he watched her performance. But now, as his flaccid prick was drawn 
into the heat and silky pressure of her mouth, he suddenly twitched, 
moaned, and closed his eyes, bending forward dizzily to rest his hands on 
her shoulders. As he continued to moan helplessly with the pleasure of 
being sucked, Laura smiled triumphantly to herself.

"Oh, God," Kip muttered. "Yes, yes, suck it! Shit, that's good!"

Laura had his whole cock in her mouth now. His golden balls rubbed her 
chin, and as she began to suck faster and with more pressure, Jennifer, 
peering goggle-eyed through the trees, saw Kip's testicles suddenly 
quiver, swell, and grow taut and fat. His slim hips began to move 
rhythmically now, in time to Laura's noisy sucking, and he fed her his 
cock in short, shallow strokes. Every time the white shaft emerged from 
her mouth, it was fatter and stiffer, ludicrously smeared with the 
woman's red lipstick. Kip dug his fingers into her shoulders, and bared 
his fine white teeth in a snarl of pleasure.

"Yeah, suck it, baby, suck it! Faster! Oh, Jesus, yeah! Take it in deeper 
now!"

Jennifer pressed a hand to her mouth and felt slightly nauseated. She had 
never done that to a man before, until last night when her brother had 
briefly forced her to taste and suck his cock, and she never wanted to do 
it again. She didn't understand how Laura could stomach it, let alone 
enjoy it-yet the beautiful actress seemed to love what she was doing. She 
sucked Kip's rapidly stiffening penis as if it were some delicacy, 
muttering, "Ummmm!" as she worked. Her eyes gleamed, and her hands worked 
eagerly and happily as they pumped and tickled his swollen balls.

Suddenly Laura arched her head backwards and swallowed Kip's cock, 
working her throat roughly around it, and he howled delightedly.

"Oh, shit, yeah!" he gasped. "Make me come now, baby, eat my come!"

Jennifer gagged and started to turn away, unable to watch any more. She 
turned back quickly, though, when she heard Kip's angry voice:
"What the hell! God, I was just gonna come!"

He stood there, flushed with rage, his prick so stiff that it nuzzled his 
lower belly, greatly lengthened and fattened now after Laura's sucking. 
She had pulled away from him and was laughing at him.

"Well, it's only fair," she teased. "You did the same nasty thing to 
me!" She moved farther away, getting on her hands and knees now and 
wriggling her big but well-shaped ass. "Besides, darling, I want to fuck! 
Come on! We'll do it doggy fashion, just because you like it best. You 
see, I'm not selfish."

"Oh, no, you're not a bit selfish," Kip snorted angrily. "You just treat 
me like a trained seal, that's all!"

"Don't pout, little boy," purred Laura, raising her ass a little higher. 
"Show me what a big man you are! Give me some of that nice, big cock!"

Kip laughed helplessly. "I just gave you some. Oh, well, what the hell?" 
He walked to her, knelt behind her, and grasped her hips. "I'm so damned 
horny now, I just gotta get my rocks off, no matter how! But tonight you 
suck me off, or I quit!"

"Anything you say, darling," cooed Laura.

From where Jennifer watched in secret, she had a side view of the couple, 
and she could see plainly as Kip worked his hips to get the purple, 
oozing head of his prick snuggled into the shadowed recess of Laura's 
cuntmouth. The actress sighed and wiggled her ass in lewd invitation.

"Ummmm!" she purred. "Yes, put it in! I want you to fuck me as hard as 
you can, darling! I want you to bang me like you hated me!"

"That'll be a cinch," muttered Kip.

He gave a violent thrust of his hips, and his long, stiff prick popped 
loudly into Laura's cunt and quickly vanished as it penetrated her all 
the way.

"Eeeee!" squealed Laura. "Beautiful! Oh, fuck me, darling, now-hard!"

Kip grunted and obeyed, working his hips furiously, and Jennifer could 
hear the loud squishing and sucking sounds of his thick cock in the well-
lubricated depths of Laura's cunt. He certainly earns his pay, she 
thought, as she watched the handsome blond boy giving it everything he 
had, banging Laura with incredible force and speed.

Soon he was panting, and sweat beaded on his powerful body, ran and 
dripped onto the grass and onto Laura's frantically wriggling buttocks. 
He was carrying out her command to the letter, fucking her as if in 
hatred, as if in violent rape.

But Laura was in ecstasy, working her ass in time to his pounding, 
digging her sharp, red nails into the ground, and moaning out her 
sensations. "Fuck me, lover!" she shrieked. "Hurt me! Yes, yes, deeper, 
harder! Hurt me with your big cock!"

Jennifer absently licked her lips as she watched, utterly fascinated, all 
her gentle and polite upbringing forgotten. She'd never seen other people 
making love before, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. She wondered how 
it would feel to be in Laura's place, to take the brutally hard thrusts 
of Kip's stiff cock deep in her belly. As she imagined it, she almost 
gasped aloud, for her own cunt gave a sharp and powerful contraction, and 
she felt hot juice spurt out to wet the crotch of her panties. Down, 
girl! she told herself, embarrassed and amused at her own arousal. It was 
the same powerful and totally unexpected excitement she'd felt last night 
when Jonathan ate her pussy, a fierce and urgent hominess previously 
unknown to her. It bewildered and frightened her, but she couldn't think 
long about it now-there was too much to watch!

The scene was very noisy now, with the loud, lewd sucking of cock in 
cunt, with Kip's ragged gasping, and with Laura's uninhibited shrieks and 
moans of pleasure. As she knelt beneath her lover's violent fucking, her 
body shook and bounced, and her big, beautiful, white breasts swayed 
heavily back and forth as they hung down from her chest. She licked her 
lips steadily, and her wide green eyes were glazed and burning like those 
of a rutting animal.

"Good for you, baby?" Kip's voice was mocking, even as he struggled for 
breath. "This the way you want it?"

"Oh, my God, YES!" howled Laura, oblivious of the mockery in his words. 
"Oh, you big, beautiful stud; yes!" He fucked into her so hard then that 
she almost fell, and Jennifer heard her squeal, "Oh, make me come now, 
please!"

Kip swiftly moved one hand from her hip to her stiffened clitoris and 
began rubbing it roughly, even as he kept up the wild pace of his 
fucking. Laura screamed. Then her body began to shake violently, and she 
collapsed onto her belly, taking Kip with her. She shrieked and sobbed 
into the grass, and, with a quick, triumphant glance at her convulsing 
body, Kip closed his eyes, bared his teeth, and, moaning softly, shot his 
come deep into her cunt. After a few thundering slaps of his belly 
against her big, soft buttocks, he, too, collapsed.

Jennifer felt hot and flushed and breathless, and there was an urgent 
ache in her cunt. She turned even redder as she watched Laura wriggle out 
from under her young lover, roll him over on his back, and tenderly lick 
his limp cock clean of its glistening juices.

"Lovely, darling, just lovely," Laura whispered huskily. "I agree, you 
deserve a raise."

Kip laughed, rather bitterly, but did not reply. Jennifer shook herself 
and hurried out of the woods, back towards the hotel, wondering now at 
her own behavior. What in heaven's name had possessed her to do such a 
thing? It was bad enough to spy on an unsuspecting couple while they 
fucked, but even worse, she had been powerfully aroused by watching them! 
The crotch of her panties was completely soaked with hot cuntal juice, 
and, her tits were stiff and tingling. She craved a man, and hungered for 
a good, long fuck. Ben had never made her feel like this. Was she some 
kind of female pervert, getting her kicks from watching others?

No, she knew that wasn't true. She had felt the same dizzying lust Last 
night, under the skillful hands and mouth and tongue of her brother...

Jennifer, always a sensible girl, sighed and forced herself to consider 
the problem and its obvious solutions. She could either masturbate or 
find herself a suitable lover. That was that. Suddenly she laughed at 
herself, knowing she was too inhibited either to satisfy herself with her 
own hands or to seduce a stranger. It was ridiculous even to think of it.

Yet what else was there to do? Grin and bear it, I suppose, she thought 
to herself. She pushed the problem from her mind and hurried back to the 
hotel.

CHAPTER FOUR Jennifer passed the rest of the day busily but uneventfully, 
working in the manager's office and going over the hotel's books. She was 
pleased to discover that things were going very well financially for the 
Granada Hotel. She liked the staff, with the possible exception of Dr. 
Ciardi; she hadn't made up her mind about him yet. There was therefore 
only one real problem in her new life-her brother. She'd been a fool to 
submit to him last night, for now he'd assumed that he could have her any 
time he wanted her. And Jennifer had no intention of carrying on an 
affair with him. Yes; Jonathan was the one problem she had yet to deal 
with.

Later that evening, as Jennifer lounged on her bed and read a book on 
hotel management, her brother knocked on the door. She didn't know 
whether to be pleased or not. It would give her an opportunity to talk 
things over with him, to make clear that their incestuous relationship 
must end; but it would also give him a chance to misbehave again. She 
sighed, put down her book, and went to the door.

She opened it, keeping it on the chain Jock, and said in a friendly but 
firm voice, "Jonathan, I want to make clear that there will be no 
repetition of last night. I'm absolutely set against it. If you have 
business to discuss, we can do it in the office tomorrow, and if it's 
something else-well, I simply think it would be best if you didn't come 
into my mom."

Jonathan smiled down from his superior height, looking bland and 
innocent. "Jennifer, darling," he said. "You're absolutely right, of 
course. I must have been out of my mind last night. I do promise to 
behave. And I do have business to discuss with you, urgent business that 
won't wait. If you could just give me a minute-" He broke oft He looked 
so apologetic, so reasonable and so calm that Jennifer relented.

She removed the chain lock and admitted her brother to her bedroom. He 
went to sit on the bed while she took the only chair. He did have 
business to talk about, a minor hotel emergency, namely the delay of a 
shipment of frozen lobster from the East-very embarrassing in light of 
the fact that the hotel dining room featured lobster thermidor as a 
regular item on its menu. Jennifer solved the problem by telephoning the 
hotel chef and convincing him to offer another seafood until the lobster 
could be obtained again. She was rather proud of herself for her 
diplomatic settlement of the problem, her first effort at hotel 
management.

"Very well," she smiled, turning again to her brother. "So much for the 
lobster crisis! Now, if there's nothing else, Jonathan, I'd like to get 
back to my book."

He gave her an intent look which she did not like very much. "There is 
one more problem, Jennifer," he said slowly. "Something just as urgent." 
And to her surprise and disgust, he suddenly unzipped his fly and drew 
out his long, white, and fat cock. "This has to be taken care of,"

he grinned.

"Jonathan, for heaven's sake!" Jennifer reddened and averted her face 
from his lewd exhibition. "If you're going to start that again, you can 
leave right now!"

"Jennifer," he pleaded, absently pumping and fingering his huge cock. 
"You can't expect me just to forget what happened between us. It was a 
beautiful fuck, you know that. And you're hardly frigid, either, little 
sister! You must want it, too. Come on, Jen, let's have a little fun. 
Into bed! I feel like I could go all night, make you come a hundred 
times! You can't turn down an offer like that!"

"Oh, yes, I can!" She glared at him. "Jonathan, I despair of ever getting 
through to you! I've told you again and again, I won't have an affair 
with you! It's immoral, indecent, sickening-even to think of it! Once and 
for all, the answer is no."

Jonathan rose abruptly, strode to her chair, and seized her hand, laying 
it on the warm, soft, plump shaft of his prick. She gasped and jerked her 
hand away, as if she had touched something diseased. "Jen, Jen," he 
pleaded softly. "Remember how it felt, stiff and hard, deep in your cunt? 
Remember how you enjoyed it?"

Jennifer remembered all too well. His words provoked a vivid memory, and 
she felt a little trickle of hot cream wetting the crotch of her panties. 
There was no denying it to herself-it had been heavenly fucking Jonathan. 
But she would never tell him so! "I repeat, no," she said coldly. "Please 
understand, Jonathan. If you and I are to work together in this hotel, 
you must leave rue alone! You must never even mention this thing again. 
Otherwise I'll leave!"

Recognizing the hysteria in her voice, Jonathan backed off. Stuffing his 
fat cock back in his pants and zipping up, he smiled soothingly at her, 
then patted her on the head. "All right, little sister," he laughed. "I 
tried, but you win. It could have been lovely-but I won't force you."

He strode back to the bed and sat down again, lighting a cigarette and 
looking quite neat and composed. "Well, then, let's talk about something 
else. We've been invited to a party tonight-that's something else I came 
to tell you. It's being given by one of the guests, Jack Harlan, a fellow 
who's made millions in oil. Needless to say, it would be good public 
relations for us to go, but I also think it would be a lot of fun. What 
do you say?"

Jennifer was so relieved to have won her argument with him, so glad that 
they would not have to quarrel any more, that she was quite ready to 
please him. "Why, it sounds delightful," she smiled. "When do we go?"

"In half an hour, as a matter of fact," Jonathan replied, glancing at his 
watch. "Can you be ready by then?"

"Nothing to it," said Jennifer. "What should I wear?"

He scratched his head. "That's a very difficult question to answer. In 
California the ladies dress rather eccentrically. You're likely to find 
everything from evening gowns to blue jeans. Tell you what, though. Since 
everyone is fascinated by the fact that we're twins, we might as well 
exploit the image for business. Let's dress alike. I noticed when you 
were unpacking that you have blue pants and a blue sweater. I happen to 
have one very much like it. We'll wear those, if you don't mind."

Jennifer laughed. "It seems rather silly!"

"Darling!" Jonathan laughed, but persisted. "This is America! Everybody 
has to sell himself. Come on, think of the publicity, the Hotel Twins, 
Jennifer and Jonathan! We can have all our clothes alike, even our 
bathing suits and pajamas! We'll infuse to be separated, walk around hand 
in hand-"

"Stop!" laughed Jennifer. "You'll make me throw up! Go on now. I'll get 
dressed-yes, in the blue outfit-and you can call for me in half an hour."

"Right!" He got up, gave her a light, brotherly kiss on the forehead, and 
left. Jennifer breathed a loud sigh of relief. She seemed to have won the 
battle with her brother, and there was only clear sailing ahead.

Half an hour later Jennifer and Jonathan entered the luxurious top-floor 
suite of Jack Harlan, the Texas oil man. They were greeted by the host, a 
tall, beefy, florid man in his late thirties, with an affable manner and 
a booming voice.

"Come right on in, folks!" he thundered, his drawl betraying his origins. 
"We're mighty honored to have you. Hey, everybody, here's the twins! You 
two know all these people?"

Jennifer and Jonathan were introduced to the other guests. The old man's 
wife, Bonnie, was nearly twenty years his junior, blonde and giggly and 
cuddly, and she appeared to have no more brains than a baby bird. Also 
present were Laura Langley and Kip Kovak-Jennifer blushed a little on 
being introduced to them, recalling the outlandish scene she'd witnessed 
that afternoon, but they did not notice her embarrassment. Finally there 
was a well-known American poet, Harold Witherspoon, a thin, impish little 
man with a mane of silver hair. With him was his mistress, a sinuous, 
black fashion model who went by the sole name of Ouida. Ouida was nearly 
a foot taller than her lover, sported an enormous Afro, and said very 
little, although her big, dark eyes seemed to catch and evaluate 
everything that happened.

"What'll you folks have?" boomed Jack Harlan, as he guided the twins to 
the bar. "Or maybe you'd care for somethin' besides alcohol? We can 
supply whatever you want."

Jennifer didn't understand what he meant until her nose suddenly picked 
up the unmistakable, rich odor of marijuana. It emanated from cigarettes 
smoked by Kip Kovak Harold Witherspoon, and Ouida. Shortly after, 
Jennifer saw Laura Langley take some pills from her purse and swallow 
them with her drink.

"I'll have a gin and tonic," Jennifer said firmly. Jonathan laughed but 
ordered the same, and they went to sit with the others. Jennifer was 
rapidly beginning to wish she was elsewhere. At first she had been 
impressed with the oil man and his guests, proud to be among rich and 
famous people. But the pill taking, the pot smoking, and the generally 
lewd and loose talk of the group soon put her off. She resolved to make 
an early escape from the party, sensing tab things would get out of hand 
before long. But she was too late. Things got very much out of hand 
before she'd been there half an hour.

Laura Langley was easily the highest person in the room, thanks to a 
combination of booze and pills. Almost compulsively, the beautiful red-
haired actress kept turning the conversation to sex, and as she sat on 
the sofa between Kip and Jack, she kept setting her hand on their 
crotches and squeezing.

Jennifer found her behavior disgusting, but she was hardly prepared for 
what Laura did next. Weaving to her feet, the actress raised her martini 
glass.

"I wish to announce that I'm the best damned cocksucker in the room!" she 
said in a cultured but slurred voice.

This was greeted with loud laughter from everyone but Jennifer, who sat 
red-faced and mortified. The poet, Harold Witherspoon, jumped to his 
feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he proclaimed in a theatrical tenor. "We have 
just heard a rather bold and dubious assertion from Miss Langley 
concerning her sexual prowess! I challenge her to prove that assertion!"

"You're on, sweetie!" replied Laura. Passing her glass to Kip, who barely 
kept it from spilling, she strode over to the poet, knelt, and unzipped 
his fly.

Witherspoon grinned and winked at the others but did not move. Laura's 
deft fingers quickly drew out his short, fat prick, a pale, white 
uncircumcised organ that ended in a wrinkled point.

"Ummmm!" Laura exclaimed. "Just right for a little snack!"

"If you please!" replied Witherspoon. "We will have no remarks about 
size! I realize it's no colossus, but it has served me well. Wouldn't you 
say so, my dear?" He glanced at Ouida.

The beautiful black girl grinned at him. "Well," she replied languidly. 
"It's served you well with me, all right! But let's see what the Lady can 
do with it."

Laura was now lapping the poet's fat, little cock with her wet, pointed 
tongue, wriggling the tip under the wrinkled foreskin, making Witherspoon 
twitch and snort. Then, abruptly, she sucked the whole organ into her 
brightly lipsticked mouth, with such hot force bat the little man moaned 
loudly and sank forward to rest his hands on her shoulders.

"Ahhhh, God, yes!" he muttered. "Nice, very nice!"

Laura began to suck his cock quite loudly, making slurping and sucking 
noises that caused the others to fitter and guffaw-all except Jennifer. 
From the moment of Laura's crude announcement about cocksucking, she had 
sat in paralyzed horror, unable to believe what was happening. My God, 
the utter depravity of these people! They were all watching a highly 
personal and intimate act, a woman's feverish sucking of a man's penis, 
with no more embarrassment or hesitation than they might watch a baseball 
game! Well, she supposed that was their rights their business, but she 
certainly did not intend to be part of it!

She started to rise from the love seat she was sharing with her brother, 
but Jonathan caught her wrist and gently but firmly forced her to sit 
down again.

"Don't break the spell," he whispered eagerly.

"This is going to be fun!"

"But, Jonathan." She whispered, too, but her voice was horrified and 
frantic.

"Sssshhhh!" he silenced her.

Jennifer did not want to make a spectacle of herself or to make a display 
of outraged feelings which might damage the hotel's popularity. She 
decided to sit quietly until there was an opportunity to slip out of the 
room unnoticed.

Meanwhile she gawked at the famous Laura Langley, who knelt before the 
little poet and sucked on his cock as if it were the most delicious food 
in the world. The obscene noises continued, the slurping and swishing of 
her wet tongue and hot saliva all around Witherspoon's rapidly stiffening 
prick, and now Laura was also squeezing and tickling his small red balls, 
sending the poet into a frenzy of hominess.

"Holy Christ!" he whined. "This girl is GOOD! Oh, oh, ohhhh!" He began to 
jerk his hips in time to her sucking, plunging his fat little cock loudly 
in and out of her red lips.

"Oh, Harold," chirped Bonnie, the oil man's cute little wife. "I can do 
better than that!" She sent her baby-blue eyes around the room and 
settled them on Kip Kovak, who was lounging in his chair and grinning at 
the spectacle. "Come on, handsome," drawled Bonnie. "I'll demonstrate on 
you."

Kip shrugged, grinned again; and walked to the center of the room, close 
to where his red-haired mistress knelt before the poet. With no 
hesitation or modesty, he unzipped his tight jeans, drew out a very stiff 
prick, and let it wave lazily before him. Bonnie giggled and crawled 
across the rug toward him, her pink tongue hanging out in mischievous 
imitation of a panting dog.

"Grrrr!" she growled, crawling right up to Kip's feet and gaping at his 
tight-swollen balls and cock.

"Hey, man!" laughed Kip. "To suck, not to bite!"

"I know that, honey," she purred. Her little pink tongue curled upward 
and licked briefly over the gleaming purple glans of his cock, lapping up 
a little glob of cream that oozed from the dark hole.. "Ummm, nice!" she 
giggled. Then Kip gasped as the little blonde suddenly gripped his 
cockhead between her lips and sucked the whole organ into her mouth.

"Aw, shit!" Kip yelped, as Bonnie began to suck his fat meat very noisily 
and fast. "Yeah, go, baby, go!" He steadied himself by leaning on her 
shoulders, then glanced rather dazedly at Harlan the oil man, who sat 
close by and was watching with amusement. "Hey, Jack," moaned Kip. "You 
got a very talented wife!"

"Don't I know it!" Jack said contentedly. "Finest little cocksucker in 
the South! But, beggin' your pardon, ma'am," he continued, turning to 
Ouida. "Would you like to demonstrate your skill, too? I'd be a most 
willing subject."

The slender black girl shrugged. "Why not? I can do better than those 
two, any day of the week."

Jack grinned and went to take his place beside Kip, unzipping his pants 
and pulling out a long, thin prick that pointed straight ahead in its 
hardness. Ouida took her time about joining him, walking very slowly and 
sensuously, her slim hips swaying, her large, dark eyes fixed on his cock 
as if she were judging it. She knelt down in one slow, graceful movement, 
took the wrinkled foreskin in her slender fingers, and expertly worked it 
back to expose the fat purple glans. She snaked out her red tongue and 
burrowed it into the glans hole, wriggling and reaming, till Jack Harlan 
sighed and flushed with arousal. Then Ouida drew his erect penis into her 
mouth in a tantalizing motion, till his black-furred balls settled 
against her chin.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, baby!" he crooned. "You took it in all the way, that's 
beautiful! Now suck me off, slow and easy ... Yeah, that way! Ahhhh!"

Ouida's slow, delicious sucking contrasted sharply with Laura's 
voracious, swift mouthing of

Witherspoon's furiously plunging prick, and with Bonnie's alternating 
rhythms, quick then slow, on Kip's cock. The men groaned, shivered, 
jerked their hips to feed their swollen meat into deliciously hot, wet, 
velvety tissues. When they could catch their breath, they exclaimed their 
pleasure or exchanged comments.

"Nibble it a little, darling," Harold gasped to Laura. "Yes, just a bit 
of your sharp little teeth, I'm something of a masochist. Ah, yes, 
delightful! Now suck it again! Ahhhh! My God, you're superb!"

"Hey, boy," Jack grinned at the red-faced, panting Kip. "How you doin'? 
My little wife sure knows how to eat cock, don't she? And that ain't all-
when she feels you comin', she'll swallow it! You'll feel your meat slide 
right down her hot little throat! Ain't that somethin'?"

Ouida, plainly jealous of Jack's praise for his wife, abruptly swallowed 
his cock. The old man howled and began to pump his hips furiously, his 
belly slamming the black girl's face, his wiry-haired balls slapping her 
chin.

"Oh, eat it, honey, eat it!" he bellowed. "Look at this, Bonnie," he 
called to his wife. "See what this sweet little gal is doin'? Wild, ain't 
it?"

Bonnie glanced briefly at Ouida. Then, just as determined to be best in 
the contest, swallowed Kip's fat prick. Kip groaned, grinned, and 
increased the tempo of his jerking hips. Laura Langley, not to be 
outdone, opened her throat to Witherspoon's stiff, little penis, and the 
poet whined his surprise and delight.

"Ah, my dear!" he panted. "Exquisite! And your reward is coming fast, II 
believe! A nice meal of hot come! I hope it's your favorite flavor!"

CHAPTER FIVE	

 Jennifer could endure no more. While the others were absorbed in the 
triple blow job, she dashed out of the suite and hurried to her own room. 
Jonathan had been too intent on the action to see her go.

Locking her door, Jennifer quickly undressed and got into bed, trembling 
and blushing. She felt almost sick. Could it really have happened? She 
hadn't believed that human beings could behave that way. The very idea of 
taking a man's penis in her mouth and sucking on it, of letting him come 
in her throat, was new to her and quite frightening. But for six people 
to do it all in the same room, exchanging wives and sweethearts, was more 
than her old-fashioned, uninformed mind could comprehend. Yet it hadn't 
been a nightmare. She'd really been there, seen it and heard it. It 
didn't bear thinking about, not now. She was too bewildered. She was glad 
of the stiff drink she'd had, however, which would help her to fall 
asleep and forget.

Jennifer was just at the point of drifting oft cuddled warm and snug in 
her bed, when she heard a key turning in the door. What in the world? Of 
course, it had to be Jonathan and his damned master key! What could he 
want at this time of night? Too drowsy and mentally weary to get up, she 
waited for his explanation, intending to make her own feelings so clear 
that he'd never dare enter her room again.

It was Jonathan. She saw him briefly in the yellow light from the hallway 
before he closed the door. Then it was quite dark again, and she could 
not make out his shape, although she heard him moving around quietly, she 
heard his soft breathing and the rustle of cloth. What the devil was he 
doing? Why wouldn't he go away and let her sleep?

She felt a sudden draft of cool air as Jonathan lifted the covers and 
crawled into bed beside her. Before she could voice a protest, he had 
snuggled up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He was naked, and she 
felt the hard, long ridge of his erect cock against her buttocks. Damn 
him! He hadn't taken his promise seriously at all!

"Jonathan," she said icily. "Get out of my bed at once! I told you, I 
won't stand for this!"

He cuddled closer against her, and she felt the tickle of his hair on her 
back. His firm hands found her breasts, cupped them and began to knead 
gently, while his stiff penis somehow crept between her thighs.

"Darling," he said contentedly, as if she had not spoken. "You shouldn't 
have run off like that. You missed the grand finale, a truly spectacular 
sight! They all contrived to come at once, dreadfully noisy, but fun to 
watch. The ladies are sitting around now comparing flavors."

"Oh, for God's sake, Jonathan! How vile! How can you stand to associate 
with such people, let alone watch them doing those filthy things?"

Jonathan sighed. "Poor, dear Jennifer! I can't stand to see you suffer 
like this, to see you missing all the fun in life! I must liberate you 
from your repression's! It's the very least I can do, as a brother. We'll 
start with a little pussy eating-I know you like that."

"Jonathan! No!" She tried to wriggle out of his embrace, but he tightened 
his arms around her, and no matter how she writhed and twisted, his 
stiff, long cock remained lodged between her thighs, hard and vulgar and 
menacing. She felt it oozing hot juice onto her ticklish inner thighs, 
felt his coarse-haired balls, hot and swollen, grazing her legs.

"Please don't struggle, Jennifer," he sighed. "It's such a bore. We both 
know how it will end, anyway, with my cock sliding into that slick little 
cunt of yours, and you opening your legs and loving it. That's such a 
delicious moment, isn't it? So why don't we skip this silly resistance 
and get right to it? God knows, I'm ready!"

Jennifer had no doubt of that. His cock was hot between her thighs, 
incredibly thick and stiff, so hard, she was sure it must ache. The 
steady oozing of cream from his glans was another infallible signal of 
his readiness. Well, let him go stick it in somebody else! No doubt Laura 
would be glad to have it! He wasn't being forced to fuck his own sister!

She made one more determined effort to fight loose from him, but Jonathan 
demonstrated unsuspected strength, just as he had the night before. The 
slim, graceful, and effete-looking young man in fact had muscles of 
steel, and he was able to seize Jennifer's shoulders and twist her over 
onto her back with no trouble at all. She clawed at him in vain; he 
seemed not even to feel it. Roughly he separated her legs with his own, 
making her cry out in pain, and then he dipped his head into her crotch.

"No, Jonathan, no!" she wailed. "I won't have it! I- Oooo!"

Her angry protest ended in a squeal of involuntary pleasure as her 
brother's thick, hot tongue stuffed her juicy cunt. She seemed to be full 
of his thrusting, probing tongue, deliciously impaled on it, getting the 
penetration she'd unconsciously been needing all day. For a moment she 
could say nothing, think of nothing but how incredibly good it felt to 
have Jonathan's expert, long tongue snaking deep into her cunt. She felt 
herself rising quickly into hot hominess, and she thought wildly, Oh, 
Christ, if only he weren't my brother, I'd let him suck me all night! She 
desperately wanted it to go on, especially now that he was beginning to 
ream her very fast, licking up all her juices. To her shame, she felt her 
vagina give a long, powerful contraction, drawing his fat tongue in 
deeper, then cream hotly and abundantly, so that he couldn't help but 
know how she was enjoying his efforts. She heard his eager throat noises, 
acknowledging her arousal and urging her on, and there was a loud slurp 
as he curled his tongue in her flooded cunt and sucked hungrily. Her 
heart pounded, she knew she could come in an instant if she relaxed-but 
she could not give him that triumph. She must never let him make love to 
her again.

"Jonathan, get out of me!" she shouted, pushing on his shoulders. "That's 
quite enough!"

He pulled his tongue slowly out of her cunt. In the dark she could not 
see his expression, but she was sure it was mocking and leering. "Why, 
Jennifer," he laughed. "Whatever do you mean, enough? You were almost 
ready to come! You little darling, I felt you creaming all over my 
tongue! I know you enjoyed it immensely! But perhaps you'll like this 
batter."

Suddenly his wet mouth was on her clit, sucking the little fat bud 
between his lips, tickling it with his stiff tongue tip. Jennifer 
squealed and dug her nails into his shoulders, completely taken off guard 
by the abruptness of his attack and feeling nothing but the heady 
pleasure of having her clit sucked. Again it was very noisy, juicy and 
hot. But her tiny bud was even more sensitive than her cunt, and she 
could not withstand the sharp, almost violent jolts of pleasure that shot 
from her clit to animate her whole pelvis, making her jerk her hips in 
time to his sucking and causing her vagina to cream steadily.

"Oh, Jonathan, no, no, no," she chanted, her husky voice giving the lie 
to her words. "You mustn't, Jonathan, it isn't right. Please-no, nooo!"

In reply, her brother only sucked faster and more forcefully on her 
rapidly swelling clit, and at the same time he thrust a finger up her 
soaked, hot cunt, pumping it in and out with dizzying speed like a 
miniature cock. Jennifer felt herself near the end of her control, 
wanting to come so badly that she doubted she could resist it. His lips 
nipped her twitching clit, his stiff tongue circled the shaft, his finger 
fucked her cunt in deeper, more delicious stabs. Jennifer panted and 
creamed helplessly. She had to make him stop! Orgasm would be total 
capitulation to his depraved plans, an unconditional surrender to an 
incestuous affair with her twin brother. Again she pushed against his 
shoulders with all her strength.

"Stop, Jonathan, for God's sake! I don't want to-" She stopped, she had 
said too much.

"Don't want to what?" he laughed, raising his head. "Don't want to come? 
That's silly! Silly, silly Jennifer," he chanted. "Doesn't want to come! 
But brother's tongue will make her come! Brother's nice, stiff tongue on 
her sweet, little clit!"

"Jonathan, you're insane!" cried Jennifer. "You-Oooooo!"

Oh, damn it all, he had her this time! He was back between her legs, 
sucking furiously on her fat, raw clit, sending violent stabs of pleasure 
through her whole body. Jennifer gave a loud sob, fell back limp on the 
bed, and began to chant just as crazily as he had, her voice high and 
shrill like the mewing of a kitten.

"Jonathan... Ahhhhh... So nice... Darling!"

He forced hot saliva over her throbbing bud, then lapped it up noisily. 
Jennifer felt the very first, faint tingle of orgasm, sighed, opened her 
legs wider-and suddenly he pulled away.

"Damn you!" she snapped, shaking with anger. "You did all that just to 
make a fool of me! You insensitive bastard!"

She heard him chuckle in the dark. "Insensitive? No, quite the opposite. 
How can you say such a thing? Haven't I been generously eating your pussy 
for the last quarter of an hour, without a thought for myself? Good 
grief, girl, what more do you want?" He lay down beside her, seized her 
hand, and brought it over to touch his enormously swollen cock, curling 
her limp fingers around the thick, hot shaft. "It's time you did 
something for me, Jennifer," he said reprovingly. "If anyone's been 
selfish, it's you."

He was right, in his nasty way. She'd been lying there with her legs 
spread, letting him suck her, without even touching him except to push 
him away. She wanted to came so badly, so frantically, that she was 
willing to play his game, just one more time.

"What do you want, Jonathan?" she sighed.

"Well, you know, it was awfully lonely for me at the party," he said. 
"Especially after you left. All those fellows getting sucked off, and 
nobody for me! It's only right that you make it up to me, Jennifer. I can 
understand your not wanting to do it in front of tile others, you're not 
used to that sort of thing. But here, now, with just the two of us, you 
can't object to sucking my cock, can you?"

"Indeed I can!" she snapped. "It's a filthy, unnatural practice, and I 
wouldn't dream of doing it! If you'd like me to rub it, bring you off 
that way, I suppose I could, but to take it in my mouth! Certainly not!"

"Thank you," he replied angrily. "But I can jack off myself. I've been 
doing it since I was twelve, and it's hardly a novelty. However, in spite 
of my athletic ability, I can't suck my own cock. That's for you to do, 
if you want any more favors tonight."

Jennifer felt such a desperate, nagging demand in her cunt, she almost 
cried. She needed an orgasm almost as much as she needed to breathe, but 
Jonathan had just named a terrible price for it. She remembered last 
night, how he had forced his sticky penis into her mouth, making her gag. 
No, dear God, no!

"Come on, sweetheart," Jonathan said gently. "It's not so bad as all 
that! Most women enjoy it, and you can learn to like it, too."

He took her face in his hands, guided her over to his stiff-standing 
cock, and set her lips on the creaming tip. She shut her lips tightly. 
Without another word Jonathan squeezed in her cheeks hard, forcing her 
mouth open, then pushed her head down. Jennifer moaned as she got the 
strong, salty taste of his glans; then felt the, bulbous, sticky, hot 
cockhead sliding over her tongue. He pushed it in slowly, filling up the 
space between tongue and palate and pressed in cheeks, till her mouth was 
full of his thick meat. His prick was so abnormally long that she could 
only take in half of it, but that seemed enough to satisfy Jonathan. He 
sighed and began to work her head up and down, his fingers curled tightly 
in her hair.

"Ahhhh, yes, that's a good girl!" he crooned. "Keep your cheeks pulled in 
like that, suck on it now! Good! That's excellent! Ahhhh! Play with my 
balls, too, that makes it even more exciting!"

Dumbly, Jennifer obeyed. Any movement of her head, any attempt to pull 
away, would be unbearably painful, for he held her hair tightly. The 
shock of the strong taste, the urge to gag, had passed now, and she felt 
able to continue in a mechanical way. Keeping her cheeks drawn in, making 
a wet, fleshy nest for his fat, creaming glans, she began to suck slowly 
on his cock. Obeying his other request, she fumbled in the darkness, 
found his coarse-furred, bloated testicles, and began to fickle them 
swiftly with her fingertips, copying Laura Langley although hardly 
understanding the woman's pleasure in doing such a thing. Jonathan 
grunted his pleasure, and she went on working in silence for a few 
minutes. Now that she was getting used to it, it was not unpleasant 
having her mouth rhythmically stuffed and unstuffed with his salty cock, 
hut she could hardly get ecstatic about it. Then quite suddenly Jonathan 
pulled her head up, and his cock popped from her mouth.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "I almost came! That was very close! You did very 
well for a beginner, darling! I'll make you into a great cocksucker yet!"

Jennifer prayed silently that he never would. She wiped her mouth with 
the back of her hand, wondering what he had in mind next. No more kinky 
stuff, she hoped. She'd had quite enough of that for one evening! 
Jonathan was crawling around the bed, and suddenly he turned on the 
bedside lamp. She blushed deeply as she saw him leering at her.

"I wish I'd thought of this before," he grinned. "I would love to have 
watched you sucking my cock. But better late than never. On your back, 
darling! I'll give you your reward now!"

Jennifer was suddenly furious. She hated his lewd remarks, his filthy 
leer, his obvious assumption that she was dying to get balled. ."Leave me 
alone!" she shrieked. "I'm tired of you and those awful people you go 
around with! If you're so bloody horny, go ball Laura Langley! I'm sure 
she'd be delighted!"

"I'm sure she would, too," laughed Jonathan. "But I don't want to ball 
her. I only want my own dear sister!"

He lunged at her, caught her arms, and they began to struggle. Jennifer 
clawed, bit and kicked, but her brother was not only stronger, he also 
knew how to fight, and just how to grab and hold her and wrestle her down 
on the bed. She rolled over on her belly, shielding herself from him, but 
Jonathan simply scrambled onto her back and pinned her.

"I hadn't planned on doing it this way," he chuckled. "But if that's what 
you want, fine. I didn't know you liked to experiment, that's all." "You 
know bloody well-" Jennifer began, then stopped and gasped. Jonathan dug 
his knees between her legs, spread them in one violent motion, and sank 
down between her thighs. She felt the brutal hardness of his cockhead 
against her tender labial tissues, then felt it slide slickly into the 
indented, moist mouth of her cunt.

"No, Jonathan," she whined. "Don't fuck me!" He laughed, and then she 
felt the wide stretching of her cuntmouth, the enormous pressure and 
girth of his erect cock nosing slowly up her narrow cunt, till she was 
completely stuffed, almost breathless with the fullness of her cunt. His 
creaming glans rested against her womb, his bristly balls tickled her 
ass, and she felt his hot breath on her neck as he settled down to fuck 
her.

"Ummmm!" he whispered. "Nice fit, isn't it? We were made for fucking each 
other, weren't we? Does it feel good, Jennifer, is it nice the way my 
prick's snuggled so deep in you?"

"Oh, God," moaned Jennifer. She hated him, hated every filthy thing he 
was saying, but she loved what he was doing to her. And she needed it so 
badly. He began to fuck her slowly at first, his fat cock raking her clit 
and labia with every prolonged thrust, and she involuntarily sighed and 
wiggled her ass each time his hugely swollen prick glided into her. God 
help her, she couldn't resist! It was the most delicious thing that had 
ever happened to her, she couldn't give it up!

"Nice?" Jonathan insisted, his breathing a little faster now. "Is it good 
this way, darling, or do you want me to fuck you faster? Harder?"

"Please, Jonathan," she said faintly. "Don't torture me!"

He licked the back of her neck, speeded his cock a little, sending it 
deeper and faster into her little cunt. She creamed hotly, continued to 
cream without control, as he increased the tempo and force of his 
thrusts. Each time his slim body slammed down on her back, she felt his 
hot sweat. She found herself raising her ass to him, jerking it in time 
with his strokes, in an instinctive search for all the penetration and 
friction she could get. She began to pant and whine.

"Tell me now!" he gasped. "Tell me how it feels!"

"Ohhhh!" moaned Jennifer. "No, no, noooo!"

"Yes! Describe it for me! What do you feel?"

"Stuffing. . " Jennifer babbled, so wild with pleasure that she didn't 
care what she said. .fat . thick .. oh, so good, so good!"

"Yes, yes!" he urged in a hoarse whisper. "Go on!"

"Love it," whined Jennifer. "Deep in my cunt! Slam it, hard, oh, yes, 
YES! OOOOO!"

He was fucking her crazy, she dimly realized that. Fucking her expertly 
into total, shameless surrender, but she didn't give a damn now. All she 
wanted was the beautiful, blinding orgasm which was just that moment 
beginning to ripple out from her furiously creaming aunt.

"Oh, God, Jonathan!" she wailed. "Darling, keep fucking me, I'm coming, 
oh, oh, OHHHH!"

Her whole body began to shake, and she shrieked and sobbed with the 
devastating pleasure of coming. Dimly she heard Jonathan gasp as her 
convulsing cunt nipped and milked his deeply buried cock, and she mewed 
happily as she felt her belly flooded with his hot seed.

"Baby, baby!" he shouted. "Take my come! Ah,

Jesus, yeah! AJHUIH!"

Time passed, she didn't know how long, until at last her convulsions war 
over and she lay snuggled in her brother's arms, warm and drowsy under 
the covers. Jonathan was already snoring softly. They both rolled onto 
their sides, his limp but huge cock was still in her, and she liked it 
that way, wanted to go to sleep with it still twitching in her cunt. 
Briefly, before she drifted off, she thought to herself. There must be 
something wrong with me, so horny, so shameless, all the time. I ought to 
see Dr. Ciardi, yes, that would be the sensible thing to do. Find out why 
I behave like this ... But she did not pull away from her brother's 
embedded cock.

CHAPTER SIX Jennifer was awakened the next morning by her brother's 
renewed attentions. He was fondling and kissing her tits, and then, while 
she was still drowsy, he began slipping between her legs and filling her 
with his long swollen cock. She was too drowsy to protest at first, and 
then she was enjoying it too much to stop. But later, as Jonathan went 
whistling off to the shower and Jennifer still lay panting and wriggling 
with the last spasms of climax, she returned to her thoughts of the night 
before. Certainly there must be something wrong with her. Never in her 
adult life had she experienced this uncontrollable lust, this inability 
to refuse a man's body, which had possessed her since her arrival at the 
Granada Hotel. She did not like it; she must do something about it. The 
sensible thing was to consult a doctor. And although she was still 
undecided whether or not she liked Dr. Ciardi as a person, she trusted 
his medical ability. She decided to see him just after breakfast.

Jennifer found Dr. Charles Ciardi in his customary position, feet on his 
desk, slouched in his swivel chair, his powerful, hairy body and 
weathered face seeming very much-out of place in the tiny, book-lined 
office. It was, Jennifer thought to herself, comparable to finding a 
grizzly bear in charge of the ladies' lingerie department. But Ciardi's 
temper was far from bearish. He was quite cheerful and began chatting to 
her even before she sat down.

"Ah, Miss James, good morning," he began. "How kind of you to visit me in 
my humble rat hole, and so early, too! However, you're not the first." He 
paused to sigh. "Two cases of heartburn already this morning, and Laura 
Langley was just in here, claiming she has all the symptoms of pregnancy. 
How can you get pregnant from sucking cock?" He saw Jennifer redden and 
frown. "Oh, sorry! I'm not noted for the delicacy of my language, but 
I'll try to watch it in the future. Well, what can I do for you?"

Still blushing deeply, though less because of his language than because 
of what she had to tell him, Jennifer said hesitantly, "Doctor, I came to 
consult you. I have a very annoying, very personal problem."

Ciardi raised his eyebrows. "Good God, girl, you've only been here two 
days! It's not possible to contract the crabs or any other of those nasty 
little diseases in so short a time! Ah, but there I go again! See, I've 
annoyed you again! I'm sorry! Now, I promise I'll shut up and just 
listen. Please tell me about it, and I'll do all I can to help you, with 
no nasty remarks."

He smiled encouragingly, and his manner became so professional and 
serious that Jennifer, even though she was angry with him for his 
previous crude remarks, decided to go ahead and confide in him. After 
all, she had no one else,
"Well," she said slowly, forcing the words out. "I hardly know how to 
tell you. It's so awful, so embarrassing! I never experienced anything 
like it before, not until I came to this hotel. I was perfectly normal up 
to now. But-"

"Go on, go on," urged Ciardi gently. "I'm a doctor, nothing shocks or 
surprises me. Just tell me about it as best you can."

Jennifer gathered her courage. "I think I'm a nymphomaniac."

Ciardi swiveled abruptly in his chair, so that his face was turned away 
from her, and she suspected be was stifling a laugh. She was prepared to 
be angry at him again, but when he turned back to her his face was 
perfectly calm and sober.

"Now," he said gravely. "What makes you think that?"

"Why, I have all the classic symptoms," Jennifer replied, blushing hotly. 
"I always seem to be-well, to want sex. And I seem unable to refuse a 
man's advances, even though I later regret it. That's the real problem, 
Doctor. How can I get rid of this overpowering desire? How can I keep 
from being so easily aroused and seduced?"

Ciardi could contain himself no longer. He gave vent to a loud bellow of 
laughter, finally controlling himself enough to say, "My desk young lady, 
there's nothing wrong with having a normal sexual appetite, which is what 
you obviously have! My advice is to relax and enjoy!"

Jennifer turned nearly purple with rage, struggled from her chair, and 
stormed out of Ciardi's office. The gall of the man! To dismiss her very 
serious problem with his crude witticisms! Her flint impulse was to fire 
him-but that wouldn't be right, dismissing him because of her personal 
grudge. Na, she would simply avoid him as much as she could.

Wrapped in her anger and oblivious to everything else, Jennifer rounded a 
corner and nearly collided with Laura Langley. The actress, who was 
wearing a brief bathing suit, seemed delighted to see her.

"Darling!" she laughed. "I was hoping I'd run into you, although not 
quite so literally! We're having a little party on the beach this 
afternoon, and I want you to come. I've already spoken to your dear 
brother, and he's promised to be there. Will you come? I simply won't let 
you refuse!"

Jennifer thought quickly. Her first impulse was to refuse. After what 
she'd witnessed last night, in Jack Harlan's suite, she did not want to 
be around Laura and her crowd ever again. On the other hand, in spite of 
Laura's private life, Jennifer still greatly admired her as an actress 
and therefore hesitated to offend hen But, nothing objectionable, nothing 
lewd, could possibly be done on a public beach, so there would be no 
danger of being forced to observe another orgy.

"Why, thank you, Miss Langley," Jennifer smiled. "I'd be delighted."

"Call me Laura, darling," said the actress. "All my friends do."

In late afternoon, Jennifer changed into her blue bikini, took the 
largest towel she could find, and strolled down to the beach. At some 
distance from the hotel she saw a group of people sitting around, and 
even from far away she recognized Laura's bright, red hair. As she got 
closer, she was dismayed to see that it was the same bunch as at last 
night's party-Laura and Kip, Jonathan, Jack and Bonnie Harlan, and the 
poet Harold Witherspoon with his mistress, Ouida. Jennifer wished she had 
not come, but she knew it would be rude to back out now that they'd seen 
her.

She received cordial, effusive greetings, and Jonathan sprang up to kiss 
her cheek and slip his arm around her waist in an unbrotherly manner 
which she did not like. But gradually her doubts lessened. Nothing 
outrageous was happening. People were swimming, lounging around on towels 
and blankets, drinking beer, chatting, eating fried chicken and potato 
salad-all very much like an ordinary picnic. Jennifer relaxed and had a 
long swim. Later she lay on her towel, got pleasantly high on beer, and 
managed to contract the slight sunburn which seemed to be a status symbol 
in California. She felt drowsy and contented.

Dusk came, following a beautiful sunset, and no one seemed inclined to go 
back to the hotel. There was still plenty of food and beer, the air was 
still warm, the water inviting. It was Harold Witherspoon who began what 
Jennifer considered the hanky-panky. First, as the gathering darkness 
made tern invisible from the hotel, Witherspoon produced his cache of 
marijuana, and all of the party except Jennifer shared it with him, 
sitting around a small campfire, smoking, and becoming more and more 
jovial and animated. Then Witherspoon proposed a nude swim.

This idea was enthusiastically received by everyone except Jennifer, who 
began to gather up her things in preparation for a hasty exit. Jonathan 
held her arm, however, and she was forced to listen to everyone's 
protests and persuasions.

"My God, Jen!" her brother teased. "I knew you'd been raised kind of 
strictly, but you're a big girl now! Surely you don't have moral 
objections to nudity!"

"No, of course not," answered Jennifer, much embarrassed. "I'm not that 
old-fashioned. If you people want to do it, that's your business. It's 
just that I can't do it myself."

"Oh, nonsense!" laughed Bonnie. . "There's nothing to be ashamed of, 
honey! In fact, you have all the advantages-you have the nicest body of 
any girl here, and you'll put the rest of us to shame! How can you pass 
up a chance like that?"

Jennifer thought wryly that Bonnie was right, she did have the best 
figure. Bonnie herself was a little on the round, plump side; Laura, 
although still impressively shaped, was getting to be over the bill; and 
Ouida was tall, slim, graceful, and elegant, but Very nearly flat-
chested. However, vanity could not persuade Jennifer.

"Oh, I really couldn't," she blushed.

"Aw, come on, little lady!" boomed Jack Harlan. "Don't spoil the party! 
Be a sport!"

Jennifer hated to ruin anyone else's good times, and, after all, she 
really was being silly. Nude swimming was commonplace nowadays. She 
finally gave in, and everyone cheered.

"Nothing delays us now!" cried the poet, trying to undress and gesture at 
the same time. "Let us offer our bodies to Neptune!" He swept his arm to 
indicate the ocean, tripped, and fell in the sand. Everyone laughed as 
Ouida picked him up and helped set him on his feet again.

Jen's impulse was to turn her back on the others while she took off her 
bathing suit, but she knew she was being prudish. She forced herself to 
face them, and as she tossed aside the skimpy suit she received brief but 
admiring glances from the men. The women were too busy looking each other 
over to notice the men's reactions. Although no one commented, each woman 
had her own secret judgment about whose figure was best. Ouida wished she 
was little and cuddly like Bonnie; Bonnie wished she was shapely and firm 
like Jennifer; Jennifer wished she was tall and slim like Ouida; and 
Laura kit no one could compare with herself. But the men, equally silent, 
felt a secret desire to fuck Jennifer and each hoped that the evening 
would give tern the chance.

Harold Witherspoon led the charge into the surf, babbling one of his own 
unintelligible poems, and for half an hour they all splashed around, 
ducked each other, and played like children. Then there was a general 
retreat to the campfire, where they lay on towels and blankets, smoked 
grass and drank beer.

Jennifer felt happy. The nude swim had been perfectly innocent, even fun. 
She intended to finish her beer and then go to her room for a good, long 
sleep. Her new friends did not seem objectionable now, and she was not 
even embarrassed to notice them glancing at her nude body as she reclined 
on her towel. All seemed to be going so well-until, lust like last night, 
Laura spoke up.

"Christ!" she exclaimed. "I'm horny as hell!"

This announcement was greeted with laughter, and even Jennifer had to 
smile-it was so like Laura to say such a thing. Jennifer hoped it would 
stop there. But she was out of luck. Laura bent over Kip, who was sitting 
beside her, and voraciously sucked his limp cock into her mouth.

"Hey!" laughed Kip. "Don't you ever get tired?"

Laura, her mouth occupied, did not reply, but everyone else did, somebody 
shouting, "Go, Laura, go!" They watched intently, with obvious enjoyment, 
as the actress, her long, red hair streaming over Kip's naked thighs, 
sucked his cock swiftly and noisily, her fingers simultaneously tickling 
his flaccid balls. Kip was at first only amused, but as Laura's expert 
tongue came into play, he groaned, closed his eyes, and became oblivious 
to his surroundings.

Jennifer felt a strange struggle going on inside herself. One part of her 
wanted to leave the obscene performance instantly; but another part of 
her was unwillingly fascinated with it. Just as before, when she had 
spied on Laura and Kip in the woods and watched them screw, she was 
mesmerized by the sight of two famous people doing something so intimate. 
For the time being, then, she said nothing and only watched.

Harold Witherspoon soon became fidgety, wanting to get in on the action 
himself. He abruptly leaped onto Ouida, who giggled and shrieked, spread 
her legs, and pressed his silvery head between her thighs. Ouida 
pretended to struggle for a moment longer; then loud, wet sucking was 
heard, and the beautiful black girl moaned, closed her eyes, and lay back 
on the blanket as Harold greedily licked and tongued her pussy.

"Hey, honey, how 'bout you and me?" Jack Harlan grinned at, his wife.

"I thought you'd never ask!" tittered Bonnie.

He stretched out on his back, and Bonnie crawled over hint her plump pink 
body contrasting with his tan and hairy flesh. She seemed to plop her fat 
little ass right in his face, then stuck out her pink tongue and began to 
lick his long, thin, meaty prick. She squealed, then sighed, as Jack used 
his tongue on her tight-puckered anus, first circling it hotly, then 
wriggling inside to stuff and ream.

"Ooooo!" cooed Bonnie. "Get your tongue in there, honey! Oh, it feels so 
nice!"

She shrieked in delight as he wormed his thick tongue all the way in her 
asshole, and then she seized his long, white cock and sucked it into her 
mouth for a vigorous pumping and a bath of hot saliva. Jack groaned and 
began to move his hips in time to her sucking, bat he did not withdraw 
his tongue from her anus. Meanwhile, Kip was beginning to pant and jerk 
his hips as Laura's cocksucking speeded up and her expert fingers rubbed 
and tickled his balls. Ouida was moaning, low and steady, while Harold 
gobbled and sucked and tongued all the creamy flesh between her legs.

Jennifer caught herself watching all the action with open mouth and wide 
eyes. There was no denying the fact that she was fascinated with the 
scene and that it was, unaccountably, beginning to turn her on. There was 
a sudden tingling sensitivity in her nipples, the twitching and swelling 
of her clit, the slow, hot creaming of her cunt. She felt very ashamed of 
herself. She must leave at once, get away from this orgy which gave rise 
to all her wicked feelings.

"Jonathan," she whispered to her brother, who was sitting beside her and 
watching the others with amusement, "I think I'll leave now. No one will 
notice."

Without taking his eyes from the other couples, he reached out and caught 
her wrist firmly. "Ah, but they will notice," he whispered back. "And 
their feelings will be hurt. Even worse, I won't have a partner."

"Partner?" Jennifer gasped. "You must be joking, Jonathan! You can't 
seriously mean-"

"Why not?" he interrupted, looking at her with some irritation. "Why do 
we have to miss out on all the fun? Come on, Jen, don't be such a drag!"

Jennifer faced him sternly. "Jonathan, the things we've done already, 
just in the privacy of my room, are bad enough! I can't believe you want 
to make a public display of incest! That's too depraved even for you! Or 
is it? In any case, you'll never have my cooperation!"

He sneered at her. "Christ, you're really something else, you know that? 
I didn't think it was possible for anyone your age to be so prudish! 
Well, times have changed, little sister! Nobody's going to be shocked or 
outraged if we make love in front of them-in fact, it'll excite 
everybody. It'll be great for business, the kind of thing this crowd 
loves. A real brother and sister act! And, to give you a more basic 
argument, I'm horny. So cut the crap, Jennifer, I've really had enough of 
it!"

She slapped his face. She had hardly finished, when he returned the slap, 
so hard that she fell back on the towel. No one had noticed their angry 
exchange, but Ouida saw what happened next.

"Well, will you look at that!" she exclaimed. "Eatin' his sister's pussy! 
Hey, look, everybody, this is wild!"

CHAPTER SEVEN	

 They all suspended their activities to take a look. There were the James 
twins, so remarkably alike with their golden-brown skin and silver-blond 
hair and firm, well-shaped bodies, engaged in a peculiar struggle on the 
towel. Jonathan had his face buried snugly, aggressively, between his 
sister's legs holding her thighs widely apart, his mouth already busy on 
her clit, while Jennifer, with a horrified expression, was sitting, 
pushing at his shoulders in a vain effort to dislodge hint She looked up, 
saw all the others watching and grinning, and blushed.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Please don't watch! This isn't my idea! I don't 
want him to do this!"

"But my dear young lady," replied Witherspoon. "The whole idea is to 
watch! We all enjoy watching each other. And I must say, this is the best 
show yet. Just imagine, twins making love to each other! Delightful!"

"Don't fight it, sweetie," added Laura. "Just lie back and enjoy. No 
one's going to inform the newspapers, after all! We're just one close 
little family, all friends. And it looks like your brother is doing a 
very nice job, too! How does it feel?"

Jennifer could not answer. She had never felt so utterly humiliated in 
her life. Fortunately for her, the others went back to their own erotic 
play after watching for a few moments, and she had to endure no more than 
an occasional glance or grin. She tried to distract her mind from 
Jonathan's expert tonguing by watching the others. Ouida was howling 
through a remarkable series of orgasms just at that moment, wrapping her 
long slender legs around Harold's shoulders and digging him into her 
pussy as if she could never get enough of his furious sucking. The 
Harlans were still noisily eating each other. Laura, finding Kip too 
close to coming for her own needs, had pulled her mouth off his hugely 
swollen, straight-standing cock and presented him with her ass. The 
handsome blond man was leisurely licking out the inside of her cunt, 
making her flush with hominess and twitch her big, white buttocks 
impatiently.

Jennifer was sorry she had watched, because it was no distraction at all 
from what Jonathan was doing between her legs. All around her she saw 
nothing but abandoned sexual pleasure, the same thing she wanted for 
herself. Jonathan was so good at this kind of thing, damn it all! She 
shivered with pleasure as he sucked her clit into swollen erection, as he 
stuffed her creamy little cunt with his thick tongue, and as he wriggled 
his wet tongue into her anus. She wanted so much to relax and let him 
bring her off. But she, couldn't bear to do it in front of other people. 
Feebly she continued to push at his shoulders, to whisper her protests: 
"No, Jonathan, for God's sake! Stop! They're all noticing!" But she knew 
she was kidding herself, that she wanted him to continue. If only they 
were alone, in her room!

"Oh, shit, I can't stand it any longer!" cried Laura. "Foreplay is fun, 
darling, but enough is enough! Give me your cock!"

Kip, thanks to her sucking, had an erection that threatened to burst, and 
he was only too happy to obey. Kneeling behind her, he seized her hips to 
steady himself and slammed his fat, stiff prick into her with such force 
that; the impact of belly and ass made everyone start.

"Ohhhh, GOD!" bellowed Laura. "Yeah, slam it to me, baby! Hard, yeah, 
hard!"

No one could say that Kip wasn't a good employee. He followed her command 
instantly and perfectly, balling her with thunderous force. The beautiful 
woman dug her nails into the blanket and wailed without shame.

The others watched Kip's swift, dog-style fucking for a while, some 
grinning, some licking their lips, and others making comments. 
"Magnificent young stud, isn't, he?" the poet inquired of the group in 
general. "Ah, to have his energy, his endurance! However, I must make use 
of what I have. Come, my dear."

He rolled onto his back, his small, white prick pointing at the stars, 
fat and rigid in erection. Ouida seated herself with her back to him, 
wriggling her creamy little cunt down around his shaft; she came to rest 
on her knees and began pumping up and down, doing all the work, while 
Harold sighed happily and watched the other action. Ouida, too, though 
she was obviously enjoying the act of wriggling and pumping her tight 
cunt all around his stiff cock, kept her eyes on Laura and Kip. She was 
grinning.

"Oh, quick, honey!" Bonnie cried to Jack. "My pussy's just creaming away 
like mad!" She got on her hands and knees, Facing Laura and Kip, so she 
and her husband could fuck and watch at the same time. Jack knelt heavily 
behind her, his face even more flushed than usual, and placed his thin, 
stiff penis to the moist valley of her cuntmouth, and shoved. "Eeeee!" 
squealed Bonnie. "That's just great, sugar! Now ball me hard!"

"It'll be my pleasure," laughed Jack. He began jerking his hips fast, 
slamming against her with every thrust so that her plump little tits 
flopped and swayed with the impact and his bristly balls slapped and 
flapped wildly against her thighs.

"Our turn!" gasped Jonathan, raising his flushed, cream-smeared face from 
Jennifer's clit.

"No!" she shrieked. "I won't let you fuck me in front of anyone else, and 
that's final!"

He glared up at her. "Well, you're entitled to rob yourself if you 
want," he snarled. "But you can't leave me high and dry! No, by God, 
you're going to bring me off, Jennifer! It's, the least you can do! Look 
at this"'
He leaped to his feet, and to her astonished eyes the rest of his body 
seemed dwarfed by his erect cock. It was easily eight inches long and 
menacingly thick and swollen, the foreskin forced back from the bulbous, 
purple head which steadily oozed white jism. His balls, too, were fat and 
tight. Jennifer realized how painfully horny he must be, and that if she 
thwarted him he might be unable to control his anger. She feared her 
brother's deceptive strength.

"Jonathan," she whined. "I want to help you, I know how you must feel! 
But not here, not in front of all these people!"

He sat down beside her and whispered, "Please, Jennifer, please don't 
make a scene! Think of business! Those people will be pleased if we join 
their act, and really pissed off if you leave. It would be putting them 
down, don't you see-showing your contempt for them! For God's sake, act 
like an adult for a change!"

His charges stung her. She had been behaving like a child, that was trim. 
If she was going to stay with the hotel, she would have to learn to 
please the guests, no matter how much she disliked their activities.

"All right, Jonathan," she said meekly. She reached out for his stiff-
standing cock and began to pump it with her hand, determined to relieve 
him as fast as she could. But her brother gave a contemptuous snort, 
pulled her hand away, and forced her head down till her lips grazed the 
oozing glans of his big penis.

"Suck it!" he whispered harshly.

"Oh, God, Jonathan, not that!" she sobbed.

"Suck it, damn you, or I'll break your neck!"

She felt his strong fingers tightening on her neck, and she quickly 
opened her mouth. His sticky cockhead popped inside, and his fingers 
relaxed their grip, then trailed away from her back.

"Good girl," he sighed. "Give Brother a nice blow job, okay?"

There was no escaping it this time. He expected her to draw his penis 
into her mouth and suck on it till he choked her with his seed. Jennifer 
felt nauseated, but she saw no way out, not with Jonathan's murderous 
temper. Mournfully she sucked in more of his thick meat, her mouth 
painfully stretched, her taste buds blasted by his strong, salty tang. 
She remembered what he had taught her last night, sucking in her cheeks 
as far as she could, giving his balls a feathery tickle. Jonathan sat up 
while she worked, sighing contentedly and playing with her breasts.

"Take it in a little more!" he urged.

She obeyed, drawing in his enormously long prick as far as she could, 
till it tickled the back of her mouth and almost made her gag. She began 
sucking mechanically, her mouth stuffed and aching, hardly knowing what 
she hoped. She wanted it to be over soon, but on the other hand she 
dreaded her first taste of a man's sperm. The only way was to keep her 
mind off what she was doing, otherwise she couldn't stand it. Still 
sucking on her brother's stiff cock in the swift, hard way he liked best, 
she turned her eyes to the other couples. But to her horror, she found 
them all watching her!

Bonnie was wriggling her fat little ass in obvious delight as Jack 
hammered his cock into her from behind. She caught Jennifer's eye and 
giggled. "Nothin' like a nice big mouthful of cock, is there, honey?" she 
chirped. "And you sure got a mouthful! Man, I never saw a dong that big 
before!"

Laura, although feverishly slamming her buttocks up to meet Kip's 
thunderous strokes, was not yet too distracted to add her comments. "Yes 
you lucky little bitch!" she panted. "Stop frowning! Most girls would 
give anything to eat a gorgeous, big prick like his! If you don't like 
it, I'll take it!"

"Thanks, Laura!" laughed Jonathan. "But I can't neglect my duty as a 
teacher! Do you know, this girl is over twenty-one and doesn't even know 
how to give a blow job?"

"You're giving her an awful big one to practice on, though," chided 
Ouida, who was still expertly pumping her cunt around Harold's cream-
soaked prick. "Maybe too much for a beginner."

"Yes," agreed Harold. "Mine would be more the right size. Want to trade, 
Jonathan?"

"Trade what?" grinned Jonathan. "Girls or cocks? One I could go for, but 
not the other." Everyone laughed, even Witherspoon, who seemed to 
consider his small cock a constant joke.

"Shit!" bellowed Jack. "I don't see how you people can talk so much, with 
all this nice fuckin' goin' on!"

"I'm with you!" groaned Kip. "In fact, I'm gonna come any second now, 
baby, so you better take advantage!"

"Right!" laughed Laura. "I'll shut my mouth and open my cunt!"

She did just that. They all watched intently as Kip slammed his prick 
into her even harder and faster than before. Laura's green eyes widened 
and glazed, an ecstatic leer stretched her face, her buttocks pumped 
furiously in time to her lover's strokes.

"Oh, Jesus, can't hold out!" yelped Kip. "Here it comes!" He ground his 
prick deep into her, shouted, and began to shudder with his climax.

"God, oh, GOD!" wailed Laura. "Me, too, oh, yes! Love it, ahhhh, AHHHH!"

Watching Laura writhe and shriek in orgasm, Ouida suddenly gasped, her 
whole body shook, and her eyes rolled, then dosed. Almost immediately, 
Harold began to yelp like a dog.

"Oh, that sweet, nipping cunt of yours!" he cried. "You're coming, yes, I 
feel it, taking me with you!" For the first time since the fucking began, 
the little poet began jerking his hips, feeding his squirting cock 
roughly into Ouida's cunt.

Stimulated by the sight of the others, Bonnie and Jack Harlan began 
fucking furiously, yelling and squealing, the big man almost knocking 
over his wife as his belly slammed loudly against her ass. "Aw, Christ, 
take my load, honey!" Jack shouted.

"Yes, I want it. I want it! Ahhhh!" Bonnie shrieked in reply.

Jennifer had been so absorbed in watching this succession of loud, 
writhing orgasms that she was hardly aware of her brother's thick cock 
hammering ever faster in her mouth. Now, however, his words brought her 
back.

"Swallow it, Jen!" he gasped. "Oh, baby, please swallow it!"

Jennifer almost gagged at the idea. But if obedience would make him come 
any faster, it would be worth it. Controlling her nausea, she opened her 
throat-and felt the enormously long cock glide down, till it seemed to 
reach to her stomach. She was terrified, sure she would choke, and it was 
almost with gratitude that she felt the first hot spurt of Jonathan's 
come,
"Ohhhh! Jesus Christ!" he whined; "Beautiful!" He kept trying to dig 
deeper into her throat as he shot his seed, but finally it was over and 
he sighed and pulled out, his limp cock dribbling come in her mouth. She 
knew she would offend him if she spit it out, so she reluctantly 
swallowed. Jonathan kissed her proudly.

"That was great, Jen!" he sighed.

CHAPTER EIGHT	

 The others were finished, lolling around and watching the twins. "Oh, 
man!" chuckled Jack. "I thought ol' Jonathan was gonna die when she 
swallowed his cock!"

"Yeah, your sister really learns fast!" said Kip. "Perhaps she'll consent 
to practice on me next?" added Harold. "What do you say, my dear?"

"Excuse me, please!" Jennifer squeaked. She leaped to her feet and raced 
down to the water. She just had to be alone for a minute, and to rinse 
out her mouth, even if she had to use salt water. She was joined after a 
while by the other three women, who giggled and splashed and washed the 
dribbling come off their thighs.

"That's one beautiful big cock your brother has," Laura confided to 
Jennifer. "I intend to give it a try before my vacation ends. Christ, I 
bet it'll be good! He ever use it on you?"

Jennifer was spared a reply when Harold called from the campfire, 
"Ladies! Ladies, come back now! We have a surprise!"

"He's not very big," laughed Ouida. "But he sure is inventive! I wonder 
what he's got cooked up this time?"

The women returned to the campfire. Jennifer intending only to find her 
bathing suit and leave. But Harold, clapping his hands for attention, 
announced, "Ladies, wonderful news! The other gentlemen and I feel up to 
another round of sport! We have decided, just for fun and variety, to 
draw lots for you! No one knows yet what partner he will have,"

Laura, Ouida, and Bonnie laughed appreciatively, but Jennifer drew back 
from the group in shock. "You'll simply have to excuse me!" she snapped. 
"It's more than I can take! I'm leaving!"

Jonathan caught her arm, "Jen, don't start that again!"

Harold Witherspoon considered the problem. "No doubt she's shy, 
inexperienced," he said. "We shouldn't be harsh with her. Dear young 
lady," he went on, meeting Jennifer's eyes. "Try to be reasonable. Not 
fifteen minutes ago we all watched you suck off your own brother. What, 
could possibly be more compromising than that? It would be innocence, in 
comparison, to get fucked by a man who isn't related to you. Don't you 
agree?"

"Yes, but-" Jennifer felt confused. Witherspoon s argument was logical, 
and she did not want to make enemies, but something still made her feel 
it would be terribly wrong to stay.

"Ah, you agree, then? Good! Let's get on with it!" Witherspoon cried, 
giving her no chance to reply. Jennifer shrugged.. She was suddenly very 
tired, too tired to protest, and she knew, from the way he was gripping 
her arm, that Jonathan wouldn't let her escape anyway. What did it 
matter? One more round and everyone would be exhausted and ready for bed, 
as ready as she was now. She could endure it.

While Harold emptied the picnic basket, Kip and

Jonathan gathered up the women's bikini bottoms. These were placed in the 
basket, and the men were to close their eyes and draw, taking the woman 
who belonged to the suit. Jack Harlan drew first, pulled out a flame-
orange garment, and looked around expectantly. Like most men, he had no 
idea who had worn what, being much more interested in bodies than in 
clothes.

Laura came forward grinning. "You for me, darling," she leered, taking 
Jack's arm and leading him over to a blanket.

"Hot dawg!" laughed Jack. "I always wanted to fuck a famous movie star!"

"Television, darling, not movies," corrected Laura, reaching for his 
swaying, limp cock.

Harold Witherspoon dosed his eyes, reached into the basket, and drew out 
a pink bikini bottom.

"Oooooh, goodie!" squealed Bonnie. "That's mine, Harold! How exciting, 
making it with a real poet."

"You'll find my prick quite poetic, I'm sure," Harold said gallantly, 
while bowing. "Shall we get at it?"

They found a beach towel to lie on, and Jonathan took his turn at 
drawing. Suddenly Jennifer hoped he would pick her bathing suit; even if 
he was her brother, at least he was familiar. But to her disappointment, 
he pulled a tiny, yellow garment out of the basket. Ouida did not come 
forward to meet him, bat called languidly from her blanket, "Over here, 
lover! My, lucky me, I get the big one!"

Jonathan joined her, obviously delighted to have drawn the lovely black 
girl. Kip stood by the basket, grinning at Jennifer.

"Well," he laughed. "I guess this is what you'd call a mere formality! 
But just to do things properly-" He reached into the basket and plucked 
out Jennifer's blue bikini panties. "Yours, I presume?" he leered.

Jennifer's knees felt weak. She began to tremble.

How had she gotten herself into such a repulsive mess, obligated to fuck 
a stranger? When she did not move but only looked at him in panic, Kip 
strode to her, picked her up, and carried her over to the remaining 
blanket.

"Hey, look," he whispered soothingly. "Don't be afraid! I'm not a 
monster, after all! We're gonna make out just fine together, I know it! 
After all, it's kinda like my profession. You just take it easy, and I'll 
make it good for you, okay?"

Jennifer nodded weakly, and he set her down on the blanket. There was no 
point in getting into an argument, and Kip seemed pleasant enough. She 
would just let it happen, get through it mechanically like she'd sucked 
Jonathan's cock, and then she would be free to leave. Kip lay down beside 
her and began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. He used his tongue when 
he kissed, reminding her of Ben. But with Ben it had always been awkward, 
slobbery, and rather disgusting. Kip made it clean, expert, and wickedly 
exciting. Jennifer enjoyed his kisses, the pleasant touch of his firm 
hands on her breasts, but did not look forward to the more intimate 
things that were to follow. Eventually Kip began to suck her nipples, 
giving her a chance to see what everybody else was doing.

Jennifer blushed at herself for being disappointed. All she saw was three 
blow jobs in progress, the object being to get the men hard again. How 
dull, she thought crazily. Then it occurred to her that Kip might require 
help, too. She didn't have to eat his come, just suck him a little; it 
seemed almost rude not to do it, when all the other men were getting it. 
She gently pushed him off her, knelt beside him, and dipped her face 
toward his flaccid, white cock. But he caught her hair and stopped her.

"Hey, no," he said gently. "You don't have to. I know you don't dig it--I 
saw your face when you were eating your brother. You just relax and let 
me turn you on, okay? I'll get hard when I need to."

"No, let me." Jennifer felt a rush of gratitude for his kindness and was 
determined, to repay him, even if she had to do something she didn't 
relish. Just a little bit, at least, to show that she wasn't ungrateful. 
She bent again, took his flabby prick in her hand, and directed it to her 
mouth. On some wild impulse she stuck out her tongue and wriggled it 
under the wrinkled foreskin, swiftly circling the moist glans beneath. 
Kip sighed, and she continued licking him that way for a minute or so, 
not really minding it, when she saw his cock suddenly swell and bloom 
before her eyes. It lengthened, fattened, and jerked erect in her hand.

"Hey, thanks," Kip murmured. "That was sweet. But now it's my turn."

He eased her onto her back and took a moment to look her over, then to 
run his hands down her firm, smooth body. "Christ, it's nice having 
somebody young for a change," he said softly. "Not that I'd tell the 
boss!" They both glanced automatically at Laura, but found her 
preoccupied with sucking Jack's balls. Jennifer was still looking when 
she abruptly felt Kip's tongue wriggling into her cunt. Oh, God, it felt 
nice! It looked as if he night make her enjoy this fuck after all! She 
sighed and opened her legs wider.

"Glorious! Glorious!" Harold Witherspoon was proclaiming. "What a 
talented little lady you are!"

Bonnie was unable to answer his compliment, for her tongue was busy and 
noisy in the depths of his anus, while her little hands worked playfully 
on his cock and balls. He stood, arms folded, while she knelt behind him, 
and although he already had an erection that threatened to burst, the 
poet seemed content for the moment to remain in a passive role and enjoy 
Bonnie's expertise.

Jonathan was not so inactive. He seemed to be detouring Ouida's body inch 
by inch, beginning with her mouth and working down to her small, pretty 
breasts, the tight-curled black patch of her, mons, and all the creamy 
parts between her legs. The slender black girl lay limp, puffing as he 
kissed, tongued and sucked, but there was evidence, in Jonathan's hugely 
swollen cock, that her blow job had been energetic enough.

Theirs was a relatively quiet and placid scene compared to what was 
taking place on the next blanket. Her buxom body arched over Jack Harlan, 
Laura was snarling, gurgling and growling as she licked feverishly all 
over the surface of his penis and testicles, her lovely, long tits 
swaying and brushing his belly. Jack was equally noisy and hungry as he 
attacked her pussy with his tongue, lips and fingers.

Watching all this, while Kip's tongue worked deliciously in her cunt, 
Jennifer felt it was all unreal. It couldn't be happening, not to her, 
not to anyone! Eight naked human beings, loudly and greedily eating each 
other on a public beach, like so many dogs feasting on meat, oblivious of 
all rules of decency and modesty-no, she could not really be part of 
this! It was only a week ago, after all, that bet prim aunt had seen her 
off in London with a final admonition to stay away from men. They were 
filthy-minded creatures, her aunt warned, who wanted only one thing from 
a woman. At the time, Jennifer had tended to agree with her. But how much 
she had learned since then! Far from just wanting a quick fuck, a swift 
release, men knew a thousand different ways to enjoy a woman's body and 
to make her enjoy theirs. Jennifer felt bewildered, very much uncertain 
of what was the right thing to do.

Kip was crawling up over her, wiping her cream from his mouth before he 
kissed her. "Feeling better now?" he whispered.

"Ummmm," Jennifer replied vaguely, smiling and curling her arms around 
his neck. No purpose would be served by telling him her doubts, nothing 
gained by hurting him. She would play along, get it over with. She 
wrapped her Legs around his slim ass, pumped it, making his steel-hard 
cock nudge her vulva, in an ancient female signal that required no words.

He licked her neck, then whispered in a husky, excited voice, "You want 
it now?"

"Ummm," she repeated, pumping his hips again. His oozing glans raked over 
her labia and snuggled into the indented mouth of her creamy cunt.

"You're a sweet kid," he whispered: He kissed her, forcing his tongue far 
into her mouth, and at the same time, in a twin motion, his stiff, long 
cock eased gently into her. She held her breath during the whole 
delicious penetration, feeling his fat meat stuffing, stretching, and 
crawling the length of her narrow cunt, till it nudged her womb.

"Good?" he sighed. "Is that good?"

"Ahhhh!" Jennifer moaned, much more sincerely this time. It did feel 
good, very good. Her legs were still wrapped around his ass, putting her 
in control of their motions, and she squeezed and pumped him to show how 
she wanted him to fuck her, in long, slow, easy thrusts. He grunted 
acknowledgment, too exhausted to speak, and she let her legs fall to the 
blanket. Kip took over, serving her just as obediently and skillfully as 
he did Laura. Jennifer thought wildly, crazily, that she was being fucked 
by a cock that had been into the famous actress, that had filled her cunt 
many times. It gave her an odd feeling, seemed somehow to make them 
sisters. I'm being fucked by Laura Langley's stud, she thought-and 
giggled.

"What?" Kip raised his head and grinned at her. "Nothing." She grinned 
back, then deliberately tightened her cunt muscles around his deep 
thrusting cock. His eyes rolled, he moaned and buried his face in her 
hair. Come on, stud, she thought, get it over with. I have to get out of 
here, out of this insane dream..

She looked around and saw that the others were watching them with glazed, 
hungry eyes. Well, they must look good together, she supposed. They had 
the best bodies of the group, they seemed to melt into each other 
perfectly. She didn't care if they watched now; she was beyond that. She 
returned their looks blandly, lazily. Harold Witherspoon was the first to 
become overexcited. With a snort of hominess, he threw Bonnie onto her 
back, scrambled between her plump white legs and lifted them up to rest 
on his shoulders. In this position her thighs were spread widely apart, 
her slit stretched and opened to his eyes. He looked, grinned, gave her 
clit a little tweak, then poked his small, stiff cock into her cunt.

"Oooo!" squealed Bonnie as he penetrated her. "You said it was a little 
one, but it feels mighty big and nice to me!"

"Oh, it's little, all right," grinned Witherspoon. "But it's a great 
little actor! And your cunt is superb, my dear! Snug, hot, juicy, and, I 
see, very muscular! Shall I compose a poem about your cunt? Let me see-"

"Harold!" Bonnie squeaked impatiently. "Will you stop talkin' and move 
it?"

He looked tempted to say more, but then he began pumping his hard, little 
cock in and out very fast and noisily, watching the action with pride. 
Bonnie squealed, shrieked, and bucked her hips in time to his strokes.

Meanwhile Laura had become equally impatient with watching. Roughly, she 
pushed Jack down on his back, straddled his belly, and rammed her soaked 
cunt down on his straight-standing, long, thin prick, tightening her 
vaginal muscles and swiftly sucking it all the way into her. She was in a 
very aggressive mood, pumping her heavy ass up and down, taking the male 
role and doing all the work, while Jack lay flushed and gasping beneath 
her, somewhat overwhelmed by her violence.

"Hey, sugar!" he gasped. "I'm supposed to be fuckin' you!"

"Silence!" snarled Laura. "You're my slave, I'll do what I want with you! 
And right now I'm going to fuck you till you howl!"

Jack shrugged. "Takes all kinds, I guess. Go ahead, honey, do it your 
way." He folded his arms behind his head and lay there watching her and 
grinning, his eyes moving over her, from her big, brawn, furry snatch to 
her wildly bouncing tits to her lovely face which was contorted in 
ecstasy. "My, my!" he sighed; "This is service! Bonnie, how come you 
never do me like this?"

"Oh, honey, I can't talk now!" gasped Bonnie. "I-oh, oh, OHHH!" She gave 
up the effort to speak and lay back blissfully, her plump cheeks red, her 
cuddly body quivering and shaking as Harold furiously balled her.

Jennifer found the antics of the two couples wickedly amusing, but she 
could not smile at her brother and Ouida. They made, a beautiful pair, 
inspiring admiration rather than amusement. Stretched out fully, on their 
blanket, Ouida on top, they were moving together with the sensual grace 
of a serpent, slowly writhing, coiling and uncoiling, her slender black 
body contrasting handsomely with his blond and tan features. Occasionally 
Ouida arched her belly upward, and then Jennifer could see the mammoth 
length and thickness of Jonathan's pale, white penis as it dipped into 
Ouida's cunt and slowly eased out again, gleaming with her cream. Their 
voices were husky and low, and Jennifer could catch only a few words.

"Lover..." breathed Ouida. "..,so good and big... God, it's fat...long.."

"More?" panted Jonathan. "Deeper.. ."

She nodded frantically. His hips slammed upward, and Ouida wailed loudly, 
then bared her flashing white teeth and began to nibble his neck. 
Jonathan wrapped his legs around hers, locking her against him, trapping 
his cock very deep in her belly, and she Wailed again. Jennifer, for 
reasons she did not understand, found herself powerfully aroused by 
watching Ouida and Jonathan. The other couples were only amusing, but 
this sinuous entanglement of black and white bodies, the low, husky, 
erotic talk, and the way the proud Ouida utterly surrendered her delicate 
body to the force and size of Jonathan's mammoth cock-all of it made 
Jennifer flush with list, made her cunt tighten and cream hotly.

Kip assumed the gripping and creaming were in response to his fucking, 
and he moaned gratefully and thrust even deeper into her. The sharp 
advance of his fat prick brought Jennifer back to her own scene and made 
her aware of how really good he was at his job. With each stuffing thrust 
of his cock, he managed to rub the hard shaft over her pulpy labia and 
raw clit, wringing delicious jolts of sensation from them before gliding 
on into her wet, receptive cunt. Even the hairy tickle of his balls 
against her thighs pleased her, and she suddenly wanted them to be 
slapping crazily against her ass, as would happen if she opened her legs 
wider, raised herself to him, and urged him to fuck her faster. Her 
thought somehow communicated itself to Kip as she started to spread her 
legs. He jammed his hands under her ass, lifted and spread her, and 
speeded the force and pace of his probing cock. Jennifer moaned 
delightedly.

He raised his head to look at her, and she saw he was flushed and sweaty. 
"You like it this way?" he smiled.

Jennifer felt great warmth toward him, for the way he unselfishly worked 
for her pleasure; she wanted him to know how good he was, even wanted to 
howl out her sensations as his fucking made her feel high and light, 
flying towards her climax.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned loudly. "You're fucking me so well! I love 
it!"

Kip grinned and humped her faster. "How about that?"

"Ooooo!" shrieked Jennifer. "My God, YES!"

She was utterly shameless now in her mounting joy, wrapping her legs 
around his waist, digging her nails into his shoulders, squealing 
shrilly. Her wild response caught the attention of the others, busy as 
they were, and there were some appreciative smiles and comments.

"I knew my gorgeous stud could get to her," Laura said proudly. 
"Congratulations, Kip darling you melted the iceberg!"

"Man, how that little girl is lovin' it!" exclaimed Jack. "Look at that! 
Hey, Bonnie, you lookin'?"

His wife replied with a piercing squeal that was not meant for him. 
Harold had just fucked her into a blinding explosion of coming, and the 
little poet was not far behind her. With a triumphant snort and a furious 
wriggling of his skinny buttocks, he inundated her cunt with his seed.

"Hey, Bonnie-" Jack began again, but suddenly his face flushed hotly, his 
eyes rolled back in his head, and he began to jerk his hips. "Aw, shit, 
yeah!" he bellowed. "Take it, baby, take it all!"

"I feel it!" wailed Laura, grinding her pussy down on his squirting cock. 
"Ummmm! Oh, oh, me, too! Ahhhh!"

In the midst of Laura's abandoned shrieking, Jonathan's low moans, could 
hardly be heard. But everyone was aware of the strange noise coming from 
Ouida, a high, sharp sound, almost like a wounded animal except for its 
undertone of deep pleasure. Her little cunt was too small to take 
Jonathan's load, and hot, white come gushed out to splatter his belly.

Everyone was listening, too, as Kip and Jennifer climaxed together. Kip 
gave a loud howl, but Jennifer was more explicit. "Oh, love," she 
shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me! I feel it, I feel your cock squirting, 
making me come! Ah, Ah, AHHHH!"

No sooner had her final spasms passed, then Jennifer was sickeningly 
aware of the spectacle she'd made, writhing, shrieking, shouting out 
obscenities to Kip as he balled her. Oh, God, in front of everybody, too! 
They'd all watched and heard, no doubt of that. They were still watching 
as she and Kip lay panting and sweaty in each other's arms.

"Well, darling," Laura said archly, summing up everyone else's opinion. 
"I think you enjoyed our little party after all, didn't you?"

CHAPTER NINE	

 Jennifer awoke the next morning feeling no less wretched and ashamed. 
She Was only glad that Jonathan hadn't spent the night with her. Utterly 
drained after his evening's activities, he'd gone to his own room and 
fallen asleep at once. Jennifer had not been so lucky. She'd tossed 
around for half the night, frying to decide her own future. She still 
loved the hotel and loved the idea of managing it, but there was one 
enormous problem now-she wasn't sure that she could stand the kind of 
role she'd have to play and the people she'd have to play it for. If last 
night's crowd was a typical selection of the hotel's guests, and if she 
always had to join their games in order to help business, then she wanted 
no part of it.

By morning her mind was made up. It killed her to have to leave the 
Granada Hotel and give up all her happy plans for living there and 
running the place-but there was no other way. She really couldn't go on 
living like this. She almost hated the brother she'd hoped to love, and 
she certainly hated herself. She decided simply to go away, leave the 
whole thing to Jonathan, and try for work somewhere else in America, 
although she had no idea what kind of work it would be.

Immediately after breakfast she began packing, certain that Jonathan, 
exhausted, would not be out of bed before noon. She wanted to be packed 
and on her way before then, so as to avoid arguing with hint But she was 
interrupted after half an hour by a loud knock on the door. She sighed. 
If it was Jonathan, she might as well face him and be done with it, but 
she dreaded his anger.

"Come in!" she called listlessly.

Dr. Ciardi entered, closed the door behind him, started to speak, and 
then stopped as he saw the suitcases on the bed. lie raised one of his 
thick, black eyebrows at her.

"What's this? A vacation already?"

"I'm leaving for good," said Jennifer, turning away to avoid his 
questioning gaze.

"But why? I thought you were enthusiastic about managing the place?"

"I was," she admitted. "But that was before I knew the kind of place it 
is. Or, rather, the kind of people who come here."

"Aha," said Ciardi. "I think I begin to understand." He came and sat on 
the edge of the bed while Jennifer nervously paced the rug, wishing he'd 
leave and let her finish her packing. "Now, tell me all about it," he 
continued. "Just what is it that bothers you about the guests?"

"Doctor," Jennifer said shortly. "It's very kind of you to take an 
interest, but there's really no point in discussing it. My mind is made 
up. I'm leaving, and I want to leave right away. So, if you'll excuse 
me-"

"Hold on," he muttered. "Hold on! I want to be sure you're making the 
right decision. It's a shame to give up this fine old hotel and leave it 
all to that playboy brother of yours. Why do you find the guests 
unbearable? Oh.. not that I don't find them unbearable a lot of the time-
but I want your reasons."

"Very well." Jennifer decided to satisfy his curiosity quickly, then send 
hint away. "I suppose I'd have to say it's their morality, or their lack 
of it.	They seem to be a bunch of sex fiends, that's all they ever 
think about or do. I can't work with such people."

"Sex fiends?" Ciardi smiled. "Certainly there's a lot of hanky-panky 
going on, but it strikes me as harmless fun."

Jennifer reddened indignantly. "Harmless? Fun? I see that you're no 
different from them!"

Still he smiled. "Miss James, what makes you so uptight about sex?"

"Please leave," she said icily. "I see no point in continuing this talk."

"No, I want to get to the bottom of this. You fascinate me. First you 
come to my office to complain that you're horny all the time, that you 
can't get laid often enough, and now you're bitching because the guests, 
in your opinion, are preoccupied with sex. You'll excuse me if I'm 
puzzled. But perhaps you can explain?"

Jennifer burst into tears. His words were crude but accurate. She had 
contradicted herself, had been a terrible hypocrite. "Oh, Doctor," she 
sobbed. "I feel so confused!"

"So do I," he answered. "But let's work on it now. Let's try to solve 
your problem. Come here." He extended a hand and drew her over to sit 
beside him on the bed, putting his arm around her shoulder in a paternal 
manner. "To begin with, Miss James, I repeat what I said in my office-
there is nothing abnormal about your libido. A woman your age ought to 
have a strong desire for frequent sex. The question is, having this 
desire, why can't you enjoy it?"

Jennifer blushed horribly but forced herself to answer him. He was 
offering help, and, God knows, she needed it! She said haltingly, "I 
really don't know why, Doctor, but I just can't be easy about it, 
especially afterwards. II feel so guilty, so soiled! But even when I-when 
I'm doing it, I feel it's dirty and wicked."

"I see. Excuse me for making like Freud, but please tell me about your 
childhood. Who raised you, and how?"

Briefly Jennifer told him about her aunt and her strict principles, 
including her lectures on the evils of men and sex. Ciardi shuddered.

"My God," he said when she had finished. "With an upbringing like that, 
all that stupid, puritanical indoctrination, it's a wonder you even lost 
your virginity! But, really, don't you see now how wrong all those ideas 
are? Don't you see that-if you'll pardon the vernacular-she was full of 
shit?"

Jennifer couldn't help smiling. "Yes, I see that pretty clearly. I could 
hardly have summed it up better, although I wouldn't have used your 
words. But even so, I can't seem to change my feelings. How can that be? 
How can I know my aunt was wrong, yet still feel that she was right?"

"Oh, that's no puzzle," sighed Ciardi. "You can't change overnight, 
that's all. You lived with the woman for twenty years, and you can't just 
hop a plane, fly to America, and lose your hang ups over the Atlantic. It 
will take time for you to stop feeling guilty about sex. But you can do 
it. I can suggest a way."

"Oh, would you?" Jennifer gave him a tearful smile. "I'd so much 
appreciate your help, Doctor! I don't know where to begin, myself."

He smiled back. "Begin by calling me Charles, and I'll call you Jennifer, 
all right?" She nodded, and he went on, "Now, the thing to do is take it 
one step at a time. Don't try to change everything at once. You must 
learn, bit by bit, that there is nothing wrong with sex. It is pleasant, 
it is fun, you have every right to enjoy it-and you must learn to think 
that way in every phase of it. Allow me to make a small demonstration." 
He took her chin in his hand, and tilted her face up to his. "I'm going 
to kiss you. Don't be frightened, this is just a lesson. I want you to 
forget everything except two things-that you're being kissed, and that 
it's pleasant. Will you please try it?"

Jennifer swallowed hard. "All right." His method sounded sensible to her, 
but she wasn't at all certain that she could think as he suggested. She 
sat meek and submissive, but her palms were cold and sweaty.

Ciardi's lips met softly with hers, and she made a sincere effort to feel 
the way she had been instructed. I am being kissed, she thought, and it's 
pleasant. She repeated the thought over and over. It began to work. She 
was aware of his good masculine scents, the comforting expanse of his 
broad chest, the warmth of his big hands on her back, and most of all, 
his gentle but firm, smooth lips pressing ever closer, fill his mouth was 
tenderly opening her mouth and she felt the silky tip of his tongue on 
the tip of hers. A strange, dizzy wave of warmth swept over her, and she 
sighed and relaxed against his shoulder and let him slip his tongue all 
the way into her mouth. He held it that way, stuffing and possessing her 
mouth, though not aggressively, and she felt the strange, warm wave 
again. She realized now that the wave began in an excited tightness in 
her cunt, but she refused to be ashamed. Ciardi was right-kissing was 
simply pleasant and fun, and nothing to feel bad about.

His tongue retreated, and he drew away and smiled at her. "Well? What did 
you feel?"

She blushed slightly but answered, "You were right. I tried it the way 
you said, and it was pleasant."

"Good. Now close your eyes and go on thinking the same way."

She obeyed, and he began to fondle her, working his big hands intimately 
but gently over her face, neck, shoulders, hips, legs, and finally her 
breasts, kissing her as he did so. She puffed and sighed and lay limp 
against him. It was pleasant, really, just as he'd said. She wished he 
wouldn't stop. But after a few minutes, she felt him easing her down on 
the bed, lying beside her, and unbuttoning her blouse.

"Doctor-" she began, suddenly alarmed, trying to sit up. "I don't think-"

"Now, Jennifer," he said soothingly. "Don't stop now, just when you were 
doing so well! Think! Is it really so different, kissing your lips and 
kissing your breasts? They're both parts of your body, both legitimate 
sources of pleasure. Don't make false distinctions, false barriers. This 
should feel just as nice, just as good and right, as what I did before. 
Please, now, lie back and relax and think as I told you."

"I don't know-" she protested, but she allowed her body to sink back onto 
the bed, trusting his experience and knowledge. She shivered a little as 
he drew her blouse open, and she felt rather embarrassed at not having on 
a bra, though she hated the uncomfortable things. But he made no comment. 
His smooth hands cupped the two, pretty, white globes, enjoyed their soft 
warmth, and thumbed the bumpy, pink nipples. She shivered again as she 
felt his hot, wet tongue on her left nipple, flicking, lashing, circling. 
Concentrate, she ordered herself, just feel what he's doing! She sighed. 
It was true, the breasts were definitely an erogenous zone, communicating 
their excitement straight to her damp, aroused pussy. Yes, this, too, was 
pleasant. He worked over the right nipple now, circling it wetly with his 
tongue.

"God, you're reacting just fine! I'm going to suck your nipples now, 
didn't be afraid," he whispered.

Far from being frightened, Jennifer moaned delightedly he sucked one 
nipple into the fierce, wet heat of his mouth, tongue and lips busy on 
the bumpy flesh. She felt an almost painful but exciting stiffening in 
both her nipples as he sucked them erect and aroused. Her cunt creamed 
and her breathing became heavy. As when he had fondled her clothed body, 
she wanted him to continue for a long time, but, having made such good 
progress so far, Dr. Ciardi was ready to move to the next step.

"You're doing fine," he assured her as he lifted his head from her 
nipples, which were now stiff and pointed and gleaming with his saliva. 
"Very good. You've got the idea-don't think of anything else but what's 
happening, how nice it feels. That's all you're concerned with. Now we'll 
try something else."

CHAPTER TEN	

 He began removing her clothes. Jennifer squeaked in protest, but he put 
a finger to his lips. "Don't upset your mood, stay cool. Remember I'm a 
doctor, I've seen thousands of naked people. Above all, don't be ashamed 
of your body-it's a beautiful thing, it deserves your respect for all the 
nice things it does for you." He went on lecturing her softly, soothing 
her, and before she quite realized it, he had her completely undressed. 
She felt more naked than she ordinarily might have, because he was still 
fully dressed in his suit and tie; but on the other hand, the fact that 
he kept his clothes on calmed her fears. He wasn't going to try anything, 
he was just frying to help her.

"Lie back. Close your eyes. Relax and enjoy." His commands were gently 
given, and Jennifer obeyed. Then she felt his warm breath on the fur of 
her pussy. She struggled to discipline her mind-enjoy, enjoy, enjoy... 
His blunt fingers parted the curly lips, discovered her tiny, glistening, 
red clit. He bent down, flicked out his pointed tongue, and brushed the 
little organ lightly. Jennifer sighed. This step was going to be easy, 
she thought, for there was nothing in the world she liked better than 
having her clit tongued and sucked. But she made the mistake of opening 
her eyes and looking down at him while he lashed her fat bud with his 
tongue. His big head, covered with unruly blue-black hair, was unfamiliar 
to her, that of a stranger who had never been between her legs before, 
who had no business looking at all her secret parts. She struggled to get 
up.

"Please-" she cried.

Ciardi pressed gently but firmly on her thighs, forcing her pelvis down 
again. "No," he whispered. "Don't panic, don't give up." They looked at 
each other, across her upward-thrusting tits, his brown eyes earnest and 
encouraging, her blue eyes wide and frightened.

"But, Doctor," she protested. "It isn't right! I feel so exposed, so 
lewd! It can't be right, can it, for a man to kiss a woman there, to use 
his tongue there?"

"Yes, it is!" he said fervently. "It is right! It's good, it makes us 
happy, it's harmless fun. There's nobody else in the world light now, 
just you and me, doing pleasant things together. Don't think about 
anything but that. For instance, tell me what you feel now."

He bent and flicked her clit again with the wet, warm tip of his tongue, 
over and over, until she sighed and closed her eyes and relaxed.

"How does it feel, Jennifer?" he asked softly.

"Good . . ." she sighed. "I like it."

"Fine. Now, this?"

His stiff tongue began to trail through the folds of her labia, rubbing 
and wetting every surface, slowly, sensuously, until she was quivering. 
"Well?"

"Heavenly," sighed Jennifer.

"Excellent. Now concentrate on this."

He inched his tongue slowly up her cunt, tickling the walls with his 
tongue, gradually filling and stretching her. She moaned and creamed 
hotly all around his tongue, and she went on moaning as he worked deeper. 
He reached out, took her legs, and moved tern up till her knees touched 
her tits, thereby shortening her vagina and making it more open to him. 
She felt him licking her womb, and she almost fainted, both from the 
pleasure of it and from the heady thought of being licked in so intimate 
and secret a place.

"Oh, please!" she gasped. "No more! It's too much."

He withdrew and looked up at her affectionately. "Sorry, I hadn't meant 
to go that far. It's just that you're so pretty down here, I got carried 
away. In my work, I see a lot of pussy, and, frankly, much of it is 
unattractive or dull. But yours is sweet. It-however, I digress. We'd 
better get on with our lesson."

"Oh, Doctor, I don't know," Jennifer sighed. "I think you've made your 
point. I see what to do now. And I don't want to-" She broke oft not 
wanting to finish. She had been about to say that she didn't want to 
climax in front of him, though she wasn't quite sure why.

He read her thoughts. "I know. It's a very personal, intimate thing, and 
I'm still somewhat of a stranger to you. But you mustn't be afraid. I'm 
on your side. And you're doing so well, we really ought to continue. Tell 
me how this feels."

He slipped his big hands under her buttocks, lifted her to him, and began 
to lick all around the puckered mouth of her anus. Jennifer was alarmed. 
This was one place, she felt, where he had no business to put his tongue. 
It was wicked, nasty, to taste her there. She was starting to twist away 
when she felt his stiff tongue wriggling into her asshole. It was hot, 
very wet, and too exciting to ignore. Her whole upbringing told her it 
was wrong-but he had persuaded her to dismiss that upbringing because it 
was false. She wavered, and as she did so his tongue got in all the way, 
stuffing her anus deliciously. He sensed her pleasure and held his thick 
tongue still, letting her wiggle her ass and work her anal muscles around 
it, letting her get the feel of it. Then he began to pump in and out.

"Oh, God," moaned Jennifer. "Oh, my God! Please, you have to stop! Don't 
make me come that way!"

He stopped and withdrew. To her relief, he now crawled out from between 
her legs and sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his face with a 
handkerchief. Then he patted the place beside him and smiled at her. She 
returned his smile and went to sit beside him.

"Well, now," he laughed. "Do you feel guilty about anything I did?"

Jennifer thought about it. "No, I don't," she answered, laughing also. "I 
should have, but I only felt pleasure. Why?"

"Partly because you did as I told you. You blanked out all those stupid 
repression's and prejudices of yours. But I think there's another reason, 
too." He took her hand and looked at her intently. "You were passive, I 
did all the work, and therefore you weren't really responsible for what 
happened. You couldn't feel guilty about things you weren't responsible 
for. Now, if you were to do something pleasant to me, it might be 
different. I hope not, but we should find out. You initiate the action 
this time, you be in charge, and we'll see how you react."

Jennifer blushed but smiled. He made good sense. She really ought to know 
all her reactions to this new scheme. Trailing her arms lightly around 
his neck, she kissed him, taking her time and using her tongue rather 
impishly in his mouth. At last she broke off and grinned at him.

"So far, so good," she said. "I liked that."

"Well, all right, Jennifer," he said, smiling. "But it's not much. If you 
felt guilty about a mere kiss, you'd really be in bad shape. If it's to 
be a real test, you'd better try something more serious. Like this."

She heard his zipper, looked down at his lap, and saw him drawing out his 
cock. She forgot her manners and simply gawked for a moment. Springing 
from a thick forest of black hair, his cock appeared very white, pale, 
and fat. It was not as long as her brother's, but it seemed thicker. 
Above all, it was stiff-suspiciously stiff.

"You have a hard-on!" she said indignantly. "I thought you were being 
entirely professional about this!"

Ciardi snorted. "My dear child! I'm only human! How could I possibly 
undress you, fondle you, kiss you, eat your pussy, without feeling 
anything? Your demands on the medical profession are heavy, indeed!"

Jennifer blushed. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Very well. Proceed."

He waited, his fat, white cock sticking straight up in his lap, as if 
there was nothing unusual about his request. Jennifer reddened even more, 
but saw no point in refusing. It was just one more step in the lesson. 
She gingerly touched the silky, warm shaft, curled her fingers around it, 
and then bent to lick timidly around the bulbous, purple glans. A little 
glob of white cream trembled in the hole, but she avoided it.

"Taste it," Ciardi Whispered. "Don't be afraid." She hesitated, then 
lapped up the little droplet and rolled it around on her tongue.

"How does it taste?" he asked.

She blushed. "Salty. Good."

"All right. Now take the whole thing in your mouth." Again she hesitated, 
but finally she did as he instructed, opening her lips wide and going 
down on the fat meat. It stuffed her mouth, and she could not take in the 
whole shaft. "Now suck," Ciardi whispered. "Just suck and decide how you 
feel about doing it."

Jennifer worked the penis stiffly in her mouth, letting it nudge her 
velvety cheek, her slick palate, the ticklish surface of her tongue. She 
was certain now that she was getting to like the taste of cock, and that 
was a step in the right direction. When Jonathan made her suck him, she 
always felt panicked, as if she would choke or be sick, but somehow she 
did not feel these things with Ciardi. He was gentle, he sat still and 
did not feed her his prick, but let her guide it. She sucked him 
contentedly for a few minutes, enjoying the slick silky flesh. Then 
Ciardi sighed and lifted her head away.

"I could have gone on," Jennifer protested. "I was actually getting to 
enjoy it."

"That's good," he said, smiling faintly. "But I must repeat, I'm only 
human. I would have come in your mouth in another second."

"Oh!" Jennifer blushed. She was deeply grateful for his consideration. 
Even if she was coming to enjoy sucking on a prick, she still abhorred 
the idea of letting a man ejaculate into her mouth and throat. "Well," 
she smiled. "What now? Is that the end of our lesson? Did I pass?"

"Jennifer." His voice was suddenly lower, rather raspy. He put his arms 
around her, applied his weight, and they sank onto the bed. He kissed 
her, more roughly than before, and spread her legs with his. She felt his 
hard, fat cock butting blindly against her vulva. She tensed in his arms, 
but he didn't notice. "Jennifer, let me fuck you."

She pushed him away and burst into angry tears. "Damn you!" she shrieked. 
"You liar, you-you cad! You pretended to help me, to give me medical 
advice, and all the time you just wanted to screw!"

Ciardi guffawed. "And what's wrong with that? My God, we did everything 
else! The whole point was to enjoy, and what could be more enjoyable than 
to finish with a grand climax? Pun intended."

"Oh, get out!" she sobbed. "You're terrible! Everything is a big joke to 
you! I don't think you even take my problem seriously!"

"Oh, but I do!" he exclaimed still laughing. "Look at all the trouble I 
went to, trying to help you!"

"Trouble, my ass!" bawled Jennifer. "Get out!"

Ciardi zipped up and, to her great annoyance, exited laughing. She felt 
completely devastated and friendless. She had trusted him, believed him, 
and had even begun to be fond of him-and now all his efforts turned out 
to be nothing more than an elaborate attempt to get laid. Well, she 
thought wearily, just one more reason to get out of this God-forsaken 
place, fast!

She slipped on a robe and was just continuing with her packing, when 
Jonathan walked in. Jennifer started and blushed.

"You could have knocked!" she snapped.

He ignored her anger. Grinning, he circled her, looking her over. "Why, 
Jennifer, darling, you're all flushed and hot! Your hair's rumpled, 
you're practically undressed, and you're trembling! I just passed Ciardi 
in the hall, and he looked rather peculiar, too. Tell me! Tell Brother! I 
love secrets! Did the good doctor score?"

"Oh, shut up!" she shouted.

He only laughed. Everybody seemed to be laughing at her today. "Come on, 
Jen, did he ball you?"

"Certainly not!"

"No, knowing you, I suppose you wouldn't let him," Jonathan grinned. "But 
I can tell he got you horny. Lucky I happened by. You don't have to be 
modest with me, and I can take care of you fight now."

"I'm afraid not," she said coldly. "I'm leaving."

"Hmmm, yes, I noticed the suitcases. But of course you're not serious. 
You couldn't give up the hotel"

"I don't want to, Jonathan, but I have to. I can't live this way, like 
we've been doing, being part of a perpetual orgy. You seem to like it, so 
you can have it. I expect you to buy out my half eventually, but I can 
wait a few years for my money. I can't wait to leave."

He studied her carefully and saw that she was deeply serious and 
determined. He spoke without smiling now. "Very well, Jen, if that's the 
way you feel, II have no right to stop you. I'm sorry things didn't work 
out as we planned. But I would like you to do me one more favor, one more 
thing for the business, before you go. It won't take long, and there's 
nothing in it to distress you. Just a little publicity thing."

It seemed the least she could do. "What is it?"

"A miracle, for one thing Kip Kovak has accepted Laura Langley's offer of 
marriage. He must really be hard up for money, poor devil. Anyhow, 
they're going to announce their en nut to the press this afternoon, 
aboard Jack Harlan's yacht. And since the whole thing happened at our 
hotel, we can cash in on the publicity. Laura and Kip even suggested it. 
We can be there, pose with them for the photographers, and Laura will 
give the reporters some romantic little story about falling in love at 
the Granada Hotel-she's so good at that, everyone will forget it's her 
sixth marriage. Anyhow, it seems too good to pass up. What do you say?"

Jennifer sighed. She desperately wanted to be on her way, but she knew 
she should cooperate. Jonathan needed all the help he could get, now that 
the whole management of the hotel was on his shoulders. And this was one 
meeting of the bunch that couldn't possibly turn into an orgy-not unless 
they wanted their antics photographed and described in every major 
newspaper in America! She had to smile at that.

"Oh, very well, Jonathan," she said. "When do we go?"

"Around five. I'll stop by for you. Wear something really gala, okay? 
Laura wants everyone dressed to the teeth."

"Right. Around five, ten."

Jonathan smiled and left, silently applauding himself on inventing such a 
plausible and convincing story on such short notice.

CHAPTER ELEVEN	

 While her brother guided his small power boat through the busy harbor, 
Jennifer admired Jack Harlan's yacht at a distance; and the was even more 
impressed when they came aboard. It had more than all the comforts of 
home-it was luxurious, a floating palace. Jonathan led her to a large 
main room which featured a bar, a high ceiling with heavy beams, and 
large windows which afforded a fine view of the hotel on one side and a 
panorama of the sunset on the other. In the room Jennifer saw only the 
group she was already familiar with-Jack and Bonnie Harlan, Laura Langley 
and Kip Kovak, Harold Witherspoon and Ouida-but she assumed that the 
press would be along shortly.

"Here's our twin." Jack boomed. "Hi, there, Jonathan-I see you persuaded 
her to come after all!"

"Well," Jennifer smiled, "I could hardly stay away on such an important 
occasion. Laura, congratulations!"

Laura gawked. "Congratulations on what? Jonathan, what did you tell this 
girl to get her out here?"

Suddenly Jennifer understood. She reddened and turned to her brother. 
"You rat," she said coldly. "It was all a lie, wasn't it, to get me to 
another party?"

Jonathan smiled blandly. "Oh, tell!" chirped Laura. "What fantastic tale 
did you invent, you clever boy?"

Briefly he explained, and while Jennifer fumed, everyone else laughed and 
applauded. Kip remarked in an aside, which no one but Jennifer heard, "Me 
engaged to that old barracuda? That'll be the day!"

"I somehow fail to be amused, Jonathan," Jennifer interrupted. "I would 
like to be taken back to the hotel. The sooner I leave this place, the 
better."

"Now, now!" Jonathan put an arm around her shoulder and led her to a 
sofa. "It's too late to go anywhere tonight, Jen.. Why don't you just 
relax, have a few drinks, and enjoy Jack's yacht?"

"That's right, little lady!" thundered their host. "Anything you want, 
you just name it! You just stick around and enjoy yourself, hear?"

"Yes, darling," Laura added. "We'd be devastated if you left!"

Jennifer shrugged and accepted a drink. Her brother was right. She could 
not get a plane, even a bus, at this time of night, and she might as well 
spend her last evening being amused by the antics of the group. She had 
no intention of participating, however; if Jonathan tried to force her, 
she'd jump over the side and swim ashore.

Besides Laura's customary exhibitionism nothing much happened for a 
while-People got drunk, the room slowly filled with the rich odor of 
marijuana, some pills were passed around. Jennifer confined herself to a 
couple of drinks and enjoyed the view of the harbor. Jonathan insisted on 
arguing with her, though in a friendly way, about her decision to leave.

"Jen," he said at last. "You're an invaluable asset to the business. Not 
only do you have good ideas about hotel management, but you're half our 
image-the twin image. Everyone is fascinated with us, you know. I can't 
go along without you. Please reconsider."

"No, Jonathan, I won't," she replied wearily. "You can make it alone. Our 
father did. I could never live like this, taking part in the guests' 
orgies for the sake of business."

He seized her hand and bent close to her and whispered, "Oh, but I think 
you could! Remember how it was with Kip? You're learning to enjoy it, 
whether you know it or not! That's why I brought you here tonight: It's 
just a matter of getting used to it, den-one more time, and it won't seem 
unusual or distasteful at all."

She pushed him away. "Take me home!"

He grinned. "No, darling, not yet. Stick around, enjoy the party"

She was about to make an angry reply, when Jack Harlan clapped his hands 
for attention. "Ladies and gentlemen! A contest! Miss Ouida here has 
kindly consented to perform a little feat of skill-and then the other 
ladies can offer their talents and see if they can do better. Miss Ouida 
to the center of the room, please!"

The tall, graceful black girl walked languidly to the middle of the 
floor, while Harold Witherspoon remarked, "I believe you'll all be amazed 
and delighted with this trick. I read about it-used to be performed by 
whores in the better houses, around the turn of the century-and then I 
taught Ouida to do it. Go ahead, my dear."

Ouida was wearing a red gown; she unzipped it down the back and let it 
fall lightly to the floor.

The men whistled and stomped their feet, while the women, in various 
degrees, looked envious of Ouida's slender beauty. She was now wearing 
only a tiny pair of red bikini panties and red slippers. The shoes she 
kept, but she whisked off the panties and tossed them to Harold, who 
sniffed them adoringly and then ticked tern in his pocket. Light 
background music played, and Ouida danced to it for a few moments. Then 
she looked at Harold and snapped her fingers, as if demanding something 
from him. The poet fished in his pocket and took out a quarter, which he 
tossed at Ouida. It fell at her feet, and she snapped her fingers again.

"Throw her a quarter, gentlemen," instructed Harold. They all laughed and 
obeyed. Ouida danced around the four coins, stood directly over one of 
them, then suddenly squatted and snatched up the coin with her cunt. 
There was a gasp from her audience, then wild applause.

"Isn't she marvelous?" exclaimed Harold, as his mistress danced across 
the room to squat over his hand and deposit the quarter there. "It takes 
a great deal of practice, and good muscular control, as you might well 
imagine," he added proudly.

Ouida did not acknowledge his compliment or the applause. Maintaining her 
usual languid expression, she danced back to the center of the room and 
picked up the remaining quarters one by one, bringing them to Harold in 
the tight grip of her cunt. Jennifer, although revolted by the nature of 
the trick, could not help but admit that Ouida made it into an artistic 
performance. There was prolonged applause when she finished. She bowed in 
a mocking manner, scooped up her dress, and went to sit beside Harold.

CHAPTER TWELVE	

 Center stage was soon crowded, Bonnie surrounded by the men. Ouida eyed 
the naked bunch with her usual lazy indifference, but Laura was plainly 
piqued at no longer being the center of attention.

"Little bitch!" she hissed to Ouida. "She took all the men for herself!"

Ouida laughed. "Why, honey, aren't you satisfied for the time being?"

"I'm never satisfied!" snarled Laura. She glared at the slender black 
girl, but then her expression slowly changed to warmth and excitement. 
"To hell with men." she laughed. "Let's eat each other's pussies!"

Ouida cocked an eyebrow. "You really go for that kind of thing?"

"Sure, why not? It doesn't matter how you get it, so long as you get 
there!"
	Laura had suddenly seized Ouida's legs, spreading them, and dipped 
her head right into the girl's vulva. Her pointed, pink tongue darted out 
to lick and lap. Ouida giggled, then pushed her away.

"Wait a minute, honey!" she laughed. "Let's get down on the floor, where 
I can do you, too!"

Laura flashed her a hungry look, then hurried to stretch out on the rug. 
Ouida scrambled over her, her slim ass towards Laura's face, and they 
began sucking noisily between each other's legs. Jennifer, who had been 
watching, turned away, unable to look any longer. Instead she watched the 
main action in the center of the room.

After some discussion, a place had been found for everybody, although the 
arrangement struck Jennifer as extremely awkward. Kip Kovak was lying on 
his back, and Bonnie was on hands and knees over him, his stiff cock just 
nosing into her creamy little cunt. When he was securely lodged, Harold 
approached her from behind, straddling both her legs and Kip's, and 
wriggled his hard little cunt into her anus.

"Oooo!" squealed Bonnie. "Am I stuffed! Okay, gentlemen, I'm full of cock 
on one end-now let's have it on the other!"

Jonathan and Jack positioned themselves with some difficulty, standing on 
either side of Kip's head and leaning forward to graze Bonnie's lips with 
their long, erect pricks. She opened her mouth wide and sucked them both 
in.

"Everybody comfortable?" Jack inquired. There were grunts of assent. 
"Well, then, let's go!"

Jennifer gasped and shuddered. She saw the men all begin to jerk their 
hips at once, fast and hard, with no apparent thought for Bonnie's 
comfort. The plump little woman was jolted back and forth, up and down, 
as four stiff cocks hammered into her. Yet her gurgling and happy 
grunting showed that she was enjoying herself enormously. There was no 
doubt about how the men felt, either. They were making a game of it, 
getting up a kind of cooperative rhythm. First Kip gave a tremendous 
lurch of his hips, bouncing Bonnie up high as his long cock slammed into 
her cunt. Then Harold butted her ass, stabbing his stiff, little prick in 
her anus, knocking her forward. In turn, Jonathan and Jack rutted in 
unison, stuffing her mouth and throat and pushing her backwards. Then it 
was Kip's turn again.

Jennifer did not see how Bonnie could bear it. Her mouth was grotesquely 
stretched, her pelvis tightly stuffed, her small body bounced and knocked 
brutally around.. Jennifer could watch no longer. Quietly she made her 
way to the bar, having to step over the furiously sucking Ouida and 
Laura, who did not even notice her. Ouida's white little teeth nibbled 
Laura's clit, then sucked it voraciously, while Laura's pink tongue was 
wriggling into the black girl's cunt.

At the bar, Jennifer mixed herself a very stiff gin and tonic, then 
sipped it with her back turned away from the action. She thanked God that 
no one had asked her to participate, and she prayed that this round would 
exhaust the group so she could go back to the hotel. Naturally Jonathan 
wouldn't drive her back until he had had his fill of orgying. Slav tried 
to blot out the scene around her, but though she could not see it, she 
could hear it. There was the loud slurping and sucking sound of lips, 
tongues, and cocks in juicy parts, and a wild mixture of human noises of 
pleasure--moans, sighs, grunts, shrieks, whinnies, squeals, and bellows. 
She knew it would take her a long time to forget this night, but it was 
her intention to try, to get as far away as possible. If only they'd 
finish now, and let her go!

"Hey, man!" she heard Jonathan yell. "You re shootin' all over my cock!"

Jack, who was sharing Bonnie's mouth, replied only with a hoarse shout as 
he came. Jonathan laughed, ten gasped as he felt himself coming, too. 
Unable to ignore the noise, Jennifer turned and watched. She saw Bonnie 
hungrily gulping their seed, while Harold and Kip exploded more hot, 
sizzling come into her ass and cunt. Across the room, Ouida and Laura ate 
each other into a frenzied climax. Then men were falling away from Bonnie 
in all directions, leaving her to wriggle and squeal.

"Oh, my!" she sighed at last. "I never been so well fucked in my life!"

"You deserved it, honey!" panted Jack. "Ain't she somethin' else, 
gentlemen?"

There were general murmurs and gasps of agreement, then the men flopped 
in chairs and on sofas to rest. Jennifer made her way to her brother.

"As soon as you're rested," she said coldly. "I want you to take me back 
to the hotel."

Jonathan looked at her with some surprise. "Jen! I'm sorry-we forgot all 
about you! Why, you were completely left out of the fun!"

"So were a few other people," Laura said bitterly. "Bonnie hogged all the 
men."

"Alas," sighed Harold. "It was not a good idea to pit the ladies against 
each other. They all gave lovely performances, of course, but now there 
are hard feelings. Let me think-we must have a game to bring us together 
again, something in. which everyone is equal and everyone participates." 
He fell into deep thought, and Jennifer took the opportunity to argue 
with Jonathan.

"I won't stay for any more games!" she insisted. "You're taking me home 
immediately!"

"Go fuck yourself," Jonathan grinned.

"You bastard!" Jennifer retorted. "I-"

She was interrupted by a shrill squeal of delight from Harold. "Oh, I've 
got it!" he cried. "I've got it! You're all going to love this!" He 
leaped to his feet and looked around, then frowned at Jennifer. "Dear 
Miss James, you're the only one still clothed. You'll have to undress for 
this game."

"I am not playing any of your filthy games!" cried Jennifer. She started 
to back away from the group, then yelped as Kip and Jonathan seized her 
arms. Swift and expert female hands-Laura's and Bonnie's-stripped away 
her clothes, leaving her naked and blushing before the others.

"Lovely," mused Harold, gawking at her body. "Perfectly lovely! Now we're 
ready! Let's form a circle, men and women alternating."

Jennifer was dragged along to the middle of the worn and placed between 
Jack and Harold as the circle took shape. "Now," giggled Harold. 
"Everybody bend over and seize the hips of the person to his left!" There 
was much laughter as they followed his instructions, making a circle of 
bending bodies, each person nosing the buttocks of the person in front of 
him. Jennifer, urged into cooperation by Jack's strong hands, found 
herself looking at the brown pucker of Harold's anus and his sagging, 
silver-haired balls.

"We will commence with a little anal titillation," announced Harold. "Or, 
to those with small vocabularies, ass licking. Then, when the men have 
got it up again, they can fuck the ladies ahead of them, while the ladies 
continue in the same fashion as before."

"Pig!" laughed Laura. "We have to lick uses the whole time!"

"Don't worry, doll," said Kip. "You'll be licking my ass, and you always 
liked it before."

"So true!" purred Laura. "What was I thinking of?"

"Let me out of here!" cried Jennifer. "I won't do this awful thing!"

Boos and hisses greeted her plea. "Come on, honey, be a sport!" Jack said 
from behind her. "Now, you just gotta like THIS!" He gripped her hips 
more tightly, and then she gasped loudly as she felt his hot, wet tongue 
wriggling into her anus.

"Oh, noooo!" she squealed. "Take it out!"

He replied only by thrusting his tongue in till she felt impaled on its 
slick, burning length. She was furious, yet simultaneously aware of how 
good it felt. Jack began to pump his tongue in and out of her ass, and 
she sighed involuntarily. It was a tickling, mischievous, titillating 
feeling that made her cunt begin to cream and her clit throb with 
anticipation.

The others set to licking and tonguing each other's asses, too, and 
Harold chirped, "Do me, darling! Don't leave me out!"

Jennifer looked at his tiny anus and felt almost sick. She did not want 
to lick anybody there, let alone this disgusting man. Yet if she refused, 
she would spoil the game, make everyone angry, and she dreaded the 
thought of what they might do to her. With a shudder she leaned forward, 
closed her eyes, and began tonguing Harold's skinny buttocks. He giggled.

"Ummmm! Very pleasant, my dear!" the little poet muttered. "Rut you must 
lick my anus, too! That's the point of the game!"

"Oh, no!" Jennifer sobbed. "I couldn't do that!"

There were murmurs of agreement. The group was getting impatient now, 
irritated with Jennifer's resistance. Between licking Harold's ass and 
being raped by a dog, her choice was inevitable. She placed the tip of 
her tongue on the clenched, brown anal mouth before her, then began to 
lick and circle.

"Ahhhh!" sighed Harold. "That's more like it!"

Jennifer licked mechanically, trying to blot out all sensation of what 
she was doing. There was no noise in the room now but harsh breathing and 
the juicy, sucking noises of tongues reaming anuses. Behind her, Jack 
continued to stuff and probe her ass with his thick tongue. Jennifer 
tried to ignore that, too, but without success. It was strange, how 
penetration of her anus felt so much like penetration of her cunt, giving 
her the same horny urge to jerk her hips in search of more friction, 
making her cunt cream and her clit swell up. To make matters worse, Jack 
was doing everything else in his power to turn her on, reaching between 
her legs and tweaking her fat little clit, reaming her juicy cunt, 
rubbing the swollen, moist lips of her labia. Damn him! She loved to be 
played with like that, it was making her unbearably horny. Worst of all, 
as she grew more aroused and unthinking, she was shocked to find her 
tongue imitating Jack's, working into the tight-clenched mouth of 
Harold's ass, trying to thrust inside. She did not seem to be able to 
control it, it was an automatic response to all the delicious things Jack 
was doing to her. He gave her anus a loud, thorough licking, thrusting 
deep and hot into her, and she moaned and jammed her tongue into Harold's 
asshole. A deep groan from Harold told her how much he liked it, but he 
could not reply, since his own tongue was deep in Laura's asshole.

The loud, lewd anal play continued, and soon had its expected results. 
With a triumphant bellow, Jonathan straightened up from tonguing Bonnie's 
ass, his huge cock now stiff and swelling. He seized his prick and jammed 
it into her cunt. Bonnie gave a delighted squeal and began tonguing her 
other partner, Jack, harder. Kip was the next to get hard. They all heard 
a deep, joyful moan from Ouida as she received his stiff cock. Harold was 
hard and worming his prick into Laura next, and Jennifer observed all 
this and waited impatiently for her turn. God, she needed a cock inside 
her now! Jack had driven her wild with need as he sucked her asshole and 
fingered her clit, labia, and cunt. He must fuck her now, he must!

Suddenly Jennifer felt his tongue slither out of her ass, then the sharp 
butting of his cockhead against her vulva. She whined, spread her legs, 
worked her dripping cuntmouth wound till his cock slipped in. She waited, 
breathless and eager, for him to push in all the way. When he did so, it 
was with a force that lifted her to her toes. She gave a shrill squeal of 
delight, then stuffed her tongue as far as she could into Harold's tight, 
pungent ass. She would lick him gladly now, if it was the price she had 
to pay for a badly needed fuck.

The circle made a strange pattern, alternating the standing, rutting men 
with the bent, sucking women. Each woman responded joyfully to the stiff 
cock that fucked her from behind, wriggling her ass, uttering shrill 
little cries in her throat. Each man grunted and whined as he felt a hot, 
wet, little tongue probing deep in his anus. Jennifer experienced a crazy 
sensation of togetherness. They were all linked by tongues and cocks, one 
continuous chain meeting itself, all. fucking and sucking each other. 
Harold could be justly proud of his idea, for it had literally and 
figuratively wilted the group. To show her appreciation, she began 
pumping her tongue swiftly in his tight anus, and she fumbled between his 
legs, found his small coarse-haired balls, and began to tickle and fondle 
them. He tightened and then released his anal muscles to give her happy 
acknowledgement of her play.

A few moments more, and orgasm exploded in a chain reaction around the 
busy circle. A guttural moan from Laura signaled that she was the first 
to come, and in her frenzy she sucked powerfully on Kip's anus, 
triggering his climax. He rutted furiously against Ouida, who came in 
turn. So it went, around the circle, and Jennifer felt herself flashing 
into orgasm as Jack's abundant, hot seed sprayed deep in her belly. Her 
tongue went wild in Harold's ass, and as she continued to squeeze and 
tickle his balls, she felt them tighten and then sag in the course of his 
ejaculation. A moment more of furious humping and tonguing, then bodies 
began sinking to the carpet amid sighs, moans, and gasps.

Jennifer was not surprised at the wave of shame and disgust that engulfed 
her the moment she sank to the floor. All her participation and 
cooperation had been due to the desperate need for a climax, and now that 
she wasp satisfied, she came back to her senses. She almost gagged, 
recalling that she had stuffed her tongue into a man's anus and licked 
him there. She could hardly sink lower than that. 
The thing to do now was leave, get out and never come back. But she was 
exhausted. She crawled wearily across the room, found her drink, and 
gulped it down. She would just make herself another, a double this time, 
and rest. A little rest, then she'd have the energy to attempt an escape. 
With her fresh drink, she snuck into a dark corner and waited.

Bodies were lying everywhere around the room. No one seemed to have any 
energy left except Ouida. The tall black model was amusing herself by 
strolling around the room, lighting candles and turning out the lights. 
Jennifer was glad-it made her hiding place even darker, and she might not 
be noticed again. Ouida finished her candle lighting and went to curl up 
on the rug beside Harold. Jennifer sighed, relaxed, and closed her eyes.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN	

 She did not know how much time passed. She was not asleep, but she was 
certainly drunk, drunker than she'd ever been in her life. No wonder, one 
powerful gin and tonic after another-until now everything seemed vague 
and dim around her. Stupid of her to get smashed like that. How would she 
escape, if she couldn't even walk? Maybe she should try swimming ashore, 
getting sobered up by the cold water-if she could navigate while seeing 
double! No, no, that was stupid, too. She'd never make it, not in her 
condition.

"Ah, my dear, here you are!" Harold's wispy voice startled her. "I've 
been looking for you," he said. "Silly of you to hide away in a corner 
like this!"

Jennifer opened her eyes and saw him standing before her. Skinny, flabby, 
white, his long mane of silver hair disheveled. "What do you want?" she 
mumbled.

"I want to help you." He gave her a kindly smile, then sat down next to 
her, slipping one thin arm around her shoulders. She was too weary and 
drunk to pull away. He went on warmly, "Since the first time we met, I've 
been unable to help noticing your disgust, your crippling inhibitions. A 
terrible shame, my dear, in one so young! You shouldn't be all bottled up 
like this, so repressed and puritanical. You should be totally free to 
enjoy your body and all the things you can do with it, all the beautiful 
pleasures of sex."

"Beautiful?" Jennifer laughed cynically. "What we did in the circle-do 
you call that beautiful? Licking people's asses?"

"Why not?" replied Harold. "Why should the anus be a despised, forbidden 
part of the body? It gives pleasure, too. No source of pleasure should be 
ignored. If you could just lose your inhibitions, you'd believe this as 
firmly as I do. Tell me, have you ever masturbated?"

Jennifer blushed and answered coldly, "Certainly not!"

Harold laughed and shook his head. "There you go again! Condemning 
something you know nothing about! How can you just assume it's wrong, 
without trying it? Do you really believe it's evil?"

"Well, no," Jennifer admitted. "I suppose not. But I couldn't do it 
myself."

"Why not? There's nothing wrong with it- you've just said so-and it's 
loads of fun. I do it all the time, and so do my friends. Would you like 
me to show you how?"

Jennifer laughed. "I didn't know it was something that had to be taught!"

"Oh, well," Harold shrugged. "One can fumble around and do it in a 
primitive manner and get some results. But masturbation, like every other 
erotic technique, is an art. It has to be learned, and preferably learned 
from a master. I could show you some lovely things to do to yourself,"

"Thank you," she said. "I'd rather you didn't."

He smiled mysteriously and, ignoring her remark, stood up. "Don't go 
away," he chirped. "I'll be right back." She watched his skinny ass and 
legs as he scurried away, hoping Ouida or some other woman would distract 
him. She wanted to be left alone.

But he was back in a moment, carrying his suit jacket. Something bulged 
in one pocket. "Now, wait till you see this!" he said enthusiastically. 
"Here's something that can give you hours of pleasure. Ouida loves it. 
Here, ever seen one of these before?"

He reached into the bulging pocket and pulled out an object. Jennifer 
looked at it and turned away. "Oh, my God," she said disgustedly. It was 
a dildo, she was sure of that. She'd seen them advertised-before.

"Oh, have a look," urged Harold. "It won't bite."

Jennifer east another glance at the dildo. It was fairly small, about the 
size of Harold's own little cock, and made of white rubber. He molded and 
bent it, to show her that it was flexible. "I had it modeled after my 
own," he said proudly. "So, Ouida would have something to play with when 
I'm away an lecture tours. Sweet, isn't it?" 
Now that Jennifer took a closer look, she saw that the dildo was in fact 
an exact replica of Harold's erect prick. She could not help smiling at 
his eccentricity, and he seemed to take her smile for encouragement.

"Would you like me to use it on you?" he asked. "I'm very good at it."

"No!" snapped Jennifer. "Please take your nasty little toy and go play 
with someone else! I'm not at all interested!"

"Oh, come on!" he smiled. "Just see what it's like! It can't hurt, and 
I'm sure you'd enjoy it."

Still smiling at her, he gently laid his hand on the golden curls of her 
mons and inched a finger between the furry lips to rub her clit. Jennifer 
shivered and tried to draw away, but he kept his hand firmly in place. 
With his fingertip, he began to rub and circle the fat bud with such 
gentle expertise that she couldn't help but enjoy it. He had her wedged 
into the corner, and it was not easy to escape him. All the while he 
smiled sensually into her eyes.

"Pleasant, isn't it?" he murmured. "Spread your legs a little, my dear, 
and I'll put a finger in your cunt, too."

That brought Jennifer out of her daze. She seized his hand and pulled it 
away from her snatch. "Leave me alone!" she hissed. "Just go away and 
leave me alone!"

He only blinked. Then, turning to the others, he called, "May I have some 
help over here? The young lady is not being cooperative!"

Ouida and Jack came to his aid, and the others began to drift over to 
watch. Jennifer had only gotten to her knees when Jack seized her 
shoulders and forced her down on the rug and held her there. Ouida 
grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, and held her down.

"Ah, that's better!" sighed Harold. "Now perhaps I can convince her. She 
keeps refusing to have fun! It's quite pathetic!"

"Please," Jennifer began to sob. "Let me go! Jonathan, you know how I 
hate this sort of thing-please make them let me go!"

Her brother smiled down at her. "That's just the point, dear-you hate it. 
Harold will make you love it.	Then there'll be no more of this silly talk 
about leaving the hotel."

"Be cool, okay?" Ouida encouraged her. "Harold is really an expert at 
this. You'll dig it."

"And remember the clog," Laura added. She was smiling, but her voice was 
menacing.

Jennifer sobbed but ceased to struggle. For the moment she was defeated, 
surrounded by an eager audience, threatened with worse-fucking a dog-if 
she did not cooperate. Ouida continued to hold her ankles and Jack her 
shoulders, while Harold grinned and rubbed his hands together.

"Just what do you have in mind?" Jonathan asked him.

"Oh, a little game," Harold chirped. "Just a little game. I was trying to 
convince your sister of the pleasures of masturbation. She refused to 
believe me. Now I'll have a chance to change her mind. Who would like to 
take me up on a bet? That I can make her come, using only my fingers, in 
exactly one minute?"

As bets were placed, Jennifer prepared herself against what was to come. 
Her only wish was to defy Harold to remain insensitive to whatever he 
did. If she did not, if she allowed him to arouse her, the humiliation 
would be more than she could bear. The bets having been taken care of, he 
turned to her again.

The others watched in grinning fascination as the little poet knelt 
beside Jennifer parted the golden curls of her snatch, and found her fat, 
red clit. "Did you ever see such a pretty pussy?" he remarked as he 
touched it. "Such an unusual color."

"Just the color that Jonathan is, right here," laughed Laura, patting 
Jonathan's crotch. "You certainly can tell they're twins!"

"Shit, yeah," said Jack. "I'd like to see 'em fuck. What about it, 
Jonathan? Do we get to see you making it with your sister?"

Enthusiastic applause greeted this suggestion. Jennifer reddened and 
looked pleadingly at her brother, but to her horror he smiled and nodded. 
"Sure, why not?" he said. "I like the idea myself. But later. Right now 
let's let Harold get on with his work."

This was agreed to, and now Harold seized Jennifer's clit between thumb 
and forefinger. Kip, who was to time the action, checked his watch, then 
nodded at Harold. The poet began to work his fingers, and Jennifer almost 
gasped aloud as she felt sharp stings of pleasure being wrung from her 
clit. The man was an expert! It would be an uphill fight for her to shut 
out all sensation of what he was doing. It seemed to be no more than a 
lewd teasing, tweaking, and molding of her clit, yet the sensation was 
exquisite. She felt her vagina beginning to contract and cream, and she 
pressed her thighs together to hide her flow of juices. Still the fierce, 
radiating pleasure continued as he steadily worked her fattening, red 
clit between his fingers. She saw the others grinning down at her, hoping 
to see her conquered, and she closed her eyes.

"That's a good girl, relax and enjoy it," crooned the poet, mistaking her 
gesture for one of pleasure. "I'm going to give you a beautiful come in 
just about thirty seconds."

So half her trial was over. If he did not succeed in less than a minute, 
he lost, his bet This encouraged Jennifer in her frantic effort to blot 
out the mounting pleasure produced by his fingers playing insistently on 
her clit. But then, to her complete surprise, he suddenly added a 
variation to his play. Still stimulating her clit with one hand, he now 
thrust the other between her legs and began to work his little finger 
into her anus.

"Oh, no, no!" walled Jennifer.

"Oh, yes, yes!" laughed Harold. "This will bring you off with a bang, I 
guarantee!"

It was all too true. He succeeded in wriggling his finger inside her ass, 
all the way to the last knuckle, and ten began to pump it like a 
miniature cock. Combined with his finger on her clit, it was too much for 
Jennifer. Her brain was no longer in command; it was her pelvis now, 
stimulated beyond endurance, and soon her whole body was reacting to the 
delicious sensations produced by Harold's flying fingers.

"Ooooo!" shrilled Jennifer, as the double stimulation of anus and clit 
produced a sharp, beautiful climax. Her body undulated and rocked to the 
rhythm of the poet's fingers, and dimly she heard applause.

"Well?" Harold released her and looked at Kip.

Kip was staring wonderingly at his watch. "Right on the button!" he 
exclaimed. "One minute exactly!"

There were whistles of appreciation, while Jennifer cringed and blushed. 
My God, she was no better than a trained seal, climaxing on demand! She 
had never felt so ashamed in her life. She prayed that Harold, having won 
his bet, would leave her alone now-but his next words blasted that hope.

"All right, here's a second bet," the poet announced. "This time I'll 
make her come, using only my mouth, in exactly thirty seconds."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN	

 The group laughed unbelievingly, and this time more money was bet 
against Harold's success. Jennifer felt more confident of defeating him 
this time, too. She did not doubt that he was a champion pussy eater, but 
no man in the world could bring her off in thirty seconds! She almost 
smiled at the thought.

The bets placed, Harold released Ouida from the duty of holding 
Jennifer's ankles but asked Jack to continue pinning her shoulders. Then 
the skinny little man scrambled between. Jennifer's long, lovely legs and 
buried his face in her golden muff, accompanied by applause and lewd 
comments. Jennifer stiffened and braced herself as she felt the first 
delicious, wet, burning contact of tongue and clit. He used just the 
stiff tip of his tongue, tickling the base of her fat bump and then very 
slowly circling the shaft, Over and over. Jennifer could see how easily 
he would bring her off if she lowered her guard. There was something 
about the sensuous. slowness of his tongue that was already making her 
cunt cream again, even though she'd just climaxed. The circling and 
lashing became gradually more insistent, and she felt her clit fatten, 
twitch, and stiffen in miniature erection. Her clit, she knew, was like a 
time bomb now, set to go off any second if he applied just the right 
touch. Again she closed her eyes and fought inwardly to ignore the heady 
waves of pleasure he was giving her.

"He ain't gonna make it this time," sighed Jack. "He's too slow. She's 
fightin' it."

"Have faith," chuckled Ouida. "He can do it! I should know!"

"Ohhhh!" gasped Jennifer. He had taken her completely by surprise, 
deceiving her with his slow tonguing. Now, suddenly, his mouth and tongue 
seemed to be all over, flicking hotly into her anus, stuffing thickly 
into hex cunt, racing back again to circle her clit with dizzying speed. 
It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt, and she almost wept as 
she fought down her arousal-a shame, a damned shame, not to be able to 
enjoy a performance like this! Then his tongue was in her cunt again, 
probing forcefully, giving indirect stimulation to clit and labia, 
sucking and licking ever deeper into her. The pleasure took her breath 
away, and she grunted to regain it, to resist. "Uh, uh, UH!"

"Come, baby, come!" Jonathan chanted. "Let's see you come!"

Jennifer briefly opened her eyes and saw her brother staring at her as 
though hypnotized. The others looked the same, some licking their lips as 
they watched. Laura was unconsciously playing with herself, rubbing her 
clit with her fingers.

Harold's fat tongue gave a prodigious thrust inside her, and Jennifer 
wailed loudly in unexpected climax, her lovely body writhing and twisting 
around the delicious impalement. Again came the mocking applause, the 
obscene remarks, as Harold withdrew, his face smeared with her cream.

"I'll be a sonofabitch!" laughed Kip, consulting his watch. "He did it! 
Thirty seconds flat!"

Kip clapped him on the back, and the skinny poet modestly exclaimed, "Oh, 
it was nothing, my friends! Just a little talent I invented to amuse 
Ouida."

"I don't call, it 'nothing'!" replied Ouida, proudly wiping her lover's 
face with a handkerchief. "I think you're a genius!"

Jennifer watched as if in a nightmare. She was beginning to hate them 
all, even the gentler ones like Kip and Ouida, because despite their 
differences in manner, they were all alike in one respect-their complete 
lack of compunction in using her as an object, a mere toy in their games. 
They cared nothing for her humiliation and protests. She prayed that they 
would release her now. Then she would go so far away that she'd never see 
any of them again.

"Well, now what?" asked Laura, always eager for new amusements. "Should 
we set her up with the dog?"

Jennifer choked in horror-but was soon relieved to hear Ouida say, "Oh, 
hey, that's a little too much! Like going from the bush leagues to the 
majors all in one night! She needs a few days of training, at Least. I 
know, Harold, why don't you use the dildo on her? How long would it take 
to bring her off with that?"

There was excited inquiry about the dildo, and Harold produced it to 
delighted cries. "An exact replica of my own cock," he announced proudly. 
"I will undertake to make her come in one minute with this little toy."

Like hell you will, thought Jennifer. His fingers and tongue had been one 
thing, real human contact and difficult to withstand, but she surely 
could not be aroused by an artificial penis! The very idea of having the 
thing inside her was disgusting, but it would be worth it to beat Harold 
at his vile game.

She saw everyone squatting and kneeling around her to get a good view of 
the action, and she closed her eyes to spare herself as much humiliation 
as she could. Hands grasped her legs and spread them widely apart, and 
other hands slipped pillows under her ass so that her hips were raised 
and her slit exposed to everyone's view. Harold petted her pussy while 
Kip adjusted his watch. Jennifer heard excited breathing and a few 
titters and giggles. She blushed but held herself stiff and unyielding.

"Go!" cried Kip.

"Ooooo!" Jennifer hated herself for that cry. She experienced a delicious 
sense of cool penetration as Harold slipped the dildo into her cunt. She 
hadn't expected that. She flushed hotly as the poet inched the thing 
steadily deeper, the rubber tugging at her labia and clit as it advanced. 
Dear God, it was heavenly! She had wild visions of getting the little toy 
to herself, playing with it, giving herself endless strings of orgasms-it 
would be easy. But then she heard the others making crude remarks and 
came back to her senses.

"She sure does have a little cunt," remarked Jack. "You sure that thing 
ain't too big for her?"

"Oh, don't be silly, honey," said Bonnie. "She took Kip's cock and yours, 
and they're bigger than that!"

"No trouble," Harold assured them. "It's going in very easily."

"Because she's creaming," sneered Laura. "You can see it on the thing. 
She wouldn't admit it in a million years, of course, but she likes it."

It was true that Jennifer had creamed abundantly all around the dildo as 
it finally touched her womb. She couldn't help it. It was so much like 
getting a good luck, she just responded instinctively. Now, however, she 
tried to fortify herself against any tricks Harold might pull. She was 
prepared for a sudden speeding up which might take her off guard. The 
others watched breathlessly now as Harold slowly drew the dildo out, 
glistening with her juices, till only the tip remained inside her. Then, 
as he eased it into her again, he rubbed the shaft all along her swollen 
clit and puffed labia. Jennifer moaned. God, why did he have to do that? 
Why did he have to know that was just where she needed friction?

Harold understood her moan. He continued to work the little rubber penis 
in and out of her cunt, faster, rubbing deliciously over her swollen, 
aroused parts. Jennifer moaned steadily and began to work her hips. Oh, 
hell, she didn't care now, she just had to come! The others were 
beginning to clap rhythmically to her hip movements, but it didn't matter 
anymore. Then she gave a piercing shriek and came, humping furiously 
around the dildo's deep impalement of her creaming cunt.

"Hey," laughed Kip. "That worked too well! You got her in only forty-
eight seconds!"

Everyone laughed, and Harold remarked, "I got carried away, I'm afraid. I 
meant to make it one minute, but she responded to it so beautifully! Ah, 
well

"One more show!" Laura cried, clapping her hands. "One more performance 
by the little lady before we get back to our group activities! Let's see 
her get it from her brother!"

There was wild enthusiasm for this idea, and in the height of it, 
Jennifer was able to wrench loose from the hands that held her and race 
for the door.

She didn't care if she had to swim naked to the hotel-this was one thing 
she would not tolerate! To have a crowd of leering, grinning people 
watching while she was fucked by her own brother! She had almost reached 
the door when Jonathan caught her around the waist. Others rushed up to 
help, and she was dragged to the center of the room.

"Oh, no, please!" she sobbed. "Anything but this! How can you do this? 
He's my brother, for God's sake!"

"Precisely the point, my dear," cooed Harold, who was standing by, 
rubbing his hands together. "It's the most exciting thing we've ever 
devised, in my opinion. I'm extraordinarily titillated by the thought of 
watching twins fuck. Especially you two-you're so uncannily alike, all 
blond and golden and slim. It should be lovely."

"Come on, get on with it!" Laura urged. Her eyes were bright with 
excitement and she was rubbing her own clit steadily. "This I gotta see!"

"Oh, NO!" wailed Jennifer. "You're depraved, all of you! You're insane!" 
This was greeted only with laugher, and then she felt herself lifted off 
the carpet. Jack, behind her, held her under the arms, while Kip and 
Laura each took a leg. They held her several feet in the air and spread-
eagled her, and ten Jonathan stepped between her legs. His enormous cock 
was stiffer than she'd ever seen it, the foreskin forced back from the 
grossly fat, purple bead which steadily dripped the juices of his 
arousal. It was an awesome sight, and the women gasped while the men 
whistled.

"Christ!" cried Laura. "My mouth is wateing! You just be sure to give me 
some of that later!"

"You think you can get it in?" Kip asked. "It looks pretty big for a 
little cunt like hers."

"I'll manage," grinned Jonathan. He stepped closer and rested the oozing 
glans of his thick penis at the tiny mouth of her cunt.

"No, Jonathan, please!" Jennifer wept. "Not in front of all these 
people!" She tried to twist away from the threatened impalement, but she 
was held fast by Jack, Kip, and Laura.

"Go!" Laura breathed. "Stick it in!"

There was dead silence as Jonathan held his swollen cock and eased the 
tip into Jennifer's small cunt, perhaps only an inch before he stopped to 
let the others have a look.

"Gee, you're really stretching her!" gasped Bonnie. "It's so exciting! 
Push it in farther!"

"Ooooo!" Jennifer mewed like a kitten as Jonathan sank his huge, thick 
shaft deeper into her. She cried not out of pleasure but from the effort 
to clench her cunt tight and prevent his penetration. Unfortunately, this 
only excited Jonathan more, and he began to push harder.

"Aw, shit!" he whined. "She's so tight! Christ, it's great!"

He rammed her hard, and everyone gasped, then clapped, as his enormous 
prick sank in all the way to his golden-furred, swollen balls. Jonathan 
gave a loud sigh, then began to hump her steadily, forcefully, while the 
others set up a rhythmical clapping in time to his strokes. His cock was 
so thick that it forced the juices from her cunt to splatter on his 
belly, and the sound was loud and lewd. Jennifer had a nightmarish 
feeling again as she looked around and saw eyes focused, as if 
hypnotized, on her brother's slamming cock as it invaded and stretched 
her tight cunt. Only Jonathan met her eyes. Towering over her, he flashed 
her a look of lust and triumph. He appeared so much the grinning, leering 
conqueror, that she had to close her eyes. There was nothing to attend to 
now but the powerful stuffing and unstuffing of her cunt; the others held 
her perfectly still for his assault, so that she took the full force of 
every thrust right up to her womb.

"Oh, go, man, go!" Jack panted. "Slam it in there!"

"Beautiful!" sighed Harold, who was pumping his own cock in his fist. 
"The most beautiful fuck I've ever seen!"

"Fuck her harder!" cried Laura. "I wanta hear her squeal! Make her yell 
for it!"

Jennifer knew dizzily that Laura would soon get her wish. No one could 
fuck her like her brother, no one could give her such wild pleasure. Now, 
as he speeded his strokes, she was lost. His power, his enormous cock, 
were sooo much for her; dear God, she was only human, she couldn't keep 
her body from responding joyfully to the marvelous fucking she was 
getting! She felt the first hot stings of orgasm deep in her stuffed 
cunt, and she clenched her teeth to keep from wailing her pleasure.

Laura spotted her deception. "Come on, you little bitch!" the actress 
shouted. "Scream! Howl! We can see he's making you come! Show it, damn 
you!"

Jennifer only clenched her teeth harder. Tit orgasm was blinding, 
radiating out from her cunt in shock waves, beginning to shake her body. 
She opened her eyes wide in delirious pleasure, saw her handsome brother 
sweating over her, his face grim with lust now, and felt his beautiful, 
big cock slam her womb. Insane words reached her lips.

"Oh, Jonathan! Lover!" she sobbed loudly.

"Nobody fucks like you! So good, so damned good! I'm coming, I can't stop 
coming! Ah, ah, AHHH, AHHHH!"

Just before she closed her eyes in her final spasms, Jonathan grinned 
triumphantly, lewdly, at her, and she felt his seed flooding and burning 
into her womb. Then she heard other shouts of triumph as he hammered her 
till he was drained of come. She wept as his limp penis slipped from her 
cunt, as hands lowered her to the carpet. She would never forget the 
conquering look on his face, those mocking shouts, as long as she lived-
but with any luck, she'd never see these people again. She sprang to her 
feet and went in search of her clothes.

"I hope you're all satisfied now!" she shouted as she dressed. "I hope to 
God you've had enough! I'm leaving this time, and you'll have to kill me 
to stop me!"

"Oh, we needn't go that far, darling," cooed Laura. "We saw everything we 
needed to see. It must be wonderful to have a brother like yours, who can 
give you everything you need. And I mean everything!"

Jennifer didn't bother to reply. She was dressed now and on her way. She 
felt, like weeping as she paused beside her brother for, one last, look. 
She had hoped to love and admire him. But now, as he lolled on the carpet 
and gave her a lazy grin, she saw nothing in him that was good.

"Good-bye, Jonathan," she said softly.

"It might have been good, Jennifer," he smiled. "Very good. You're sure 
you won't reconsider?"

"Never!"

He sighed. "You're hopeless."

"In my opinion, Jonathan, you're the hopeless one!"

He did not reply, only glared at her with a mocking, ugly expression that 
was close to hate. That was the way she saw him last.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN No one stopped her this time. After some experimentation 
and failure, she was able to operate Jonathan's boat and get back to the 
hotel. She ran up the stairs to her room, too impatient to wait for the 
elevator. . She couldn't finish her packing too quickly! Her only thought 
was to get out and get far away.

She threw open the door of her room and saw Dr. Ciardi lounging in the 
only chair, smoking a cigar. He started when she burst in, then smiled in 
obvious relief.

"Thank God you're back!" he sighed. "I was beginning to worry about you! 
I've been waiting for hours, to apologize for this afternoon. I really 
shouldn't have treated you like that."

"Apologies accepted," Jennifer said shortly. She hurried to the suitcases 
on the bed and got on with her work of departure. But curiosity moved her 
to add, "Just what were you up to, anyway? Was I right? Were you just 
trying to get laid?"

He laughed. "Yes and no. That is, I do have a powerful need for you, I 
admit it.. But I also want to help you."

"You could be an enormous help to me," she said, "if you'd call a taxi. 
I'll be ready in five minutes."

"You're really frantic to leave, aren't you? Why?

What's so repulsive about this place?"

"Oh, my God," she sighed. "I don't think you have any idea what goes on 
around here! Oh, you mentioned hanky-panky, innocent fun, but them's much 
more to it than that!"

Ciardi looked at her intently through his cigar smoke. "Tell me about; 
it. I want to understand just what's driving you away."

She told him. Somehow she wanted to convince this strange, burly, mocking 
man that she was not crazy, that she had a compelling reason to leave. 
She began with the day of her arrival at the hotel and described 
everything up to the present, leaving nothing out, not even her relations 
with her brother. Towards the end she was blushing and stammering, and 
Ciardi was looking studiously at the floor. But she told it all, and he 
listened without interrupting her.

When she had finished and turned away to continue her packing, her hands 
trembling, she heard Ciardi's deep slow voice. "Jennifer, I must 
apologize again. I was wrong about you, entirely wrong. I thought you 
were a silly, hysterical, uptight girl who was just imagining things. Now 
I know differently. Those people are different. Oh, I don't put them down 
for what they do in private and with mutual consent-that's none of my 
business. But to force an innocent girl to participate, to make you do 
all those things against your will-my God, that's awful! It's sick! I'd 
like to beat the shit out of that brother of yours! I've got half a mind 
to go out there right now and. . ."

"Charles." She blushed as she used his first name at last. "Please, let's 
not make waves. I don't want any more arguments, any more contact with 
those people. I just want to leave."

"And where will you go? What will you do?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I have no place in mind, I'm not trained 
for any particular work, but I'll find something."

"Oh, to be sure," he said bitterly. "Maybe clerking in a dime store or 
waiting tables! Have you any money?"

"Very little, I'm afraid," said Jennifer, hanging her head. "I spent 
almost all my savings to fly over here."

Ciardi seemed angry. "Look in your purse. How much money do you have?"

Jennifer blushingly obeyed. "Twenty dollars and some odd cents," she 
announced.

"Jesus Christ!" snorted Ciardi. "You propose to go out into a country you 
know nothing about, find work without being trained for anything, on 
twenty dollars? That's ridiculous!"

Jennifer stamped her foot. "All right, so it's ridiculous! I agree! But 
since you're all-wise, tell me what else I can do! I can't stay here, can 
I?"

"No," he said gently. "You can't. I never meant to suggest it. I have a 
much more satisfactory plan in mind." He rose and walked to her and put 
his arms around her. "At the risk of sounding corny, let me take you away 
from all this, Jennifer."

"What?" she gawked at him. "You can't leave your job!"

"Oh, yes, I can," he answered firmly. "I've been thinking about it for 
along time. There's no pride, no professional satisfaction in a job like 
this- Lolling around on my ass all day, collecting fees for treating 
imaginary illnesses. I want to do some real doctoring with real people, 
people who need me. I can't do that here. I have in mind a small town, 
somewhere here on the West Coast, where there's a desperate need for more 
doctors. I wouldn't make a much money as I do now, of course, and I'd 
have to work a helluva lot harder, but it's what I really want. How don 
it strike you, Jennifer? Would you enjoy that kind of life? Could you 
even tolerate it?"

She laid her head against his chest. How could she have been so blind? 
Here was a good man, an honest man, one who seemed to care for her 
sincerely, and she hadn't even recognized it until now. She trailed her 
arms around his neck, over his massive shoulders, his broad chest, and 
she felt warm and secure-and abruptly aroused; He was not only a good 
man, he was a very sexy man, another fact she'd been trying to hide from 
herself. She wanted to touch him all over, everywhere at once, but she 
restrained herself. This was too big a thing to rush into.

"Charles," she said meekly. "I need to think. I'm very fond of you, I 
like your plan-but everything seems so sudden. Give me a while, will 
you?"

"Of course." He smoothed her hair. "Give me a kiss, though."

She complied willingly, and it was as good as before. She loved the 
sheltering expanse of his chest and heavily muscled arms, the way she 
could sink against him and feel secure, the way he kissed her-softly at 
first, then with growing excitement and insistence, working her lips 
open, slipping his tongue deep into her mouth and holding it there as if 
to proclaim his possession of her. She sighed, then started a little as 
she felt his warm hand on her breast. She began to draw away, then 
stopped. There was something about his touch, she couldn't understand 
what-but she was suddenly, violently horny! She blushed as he went on 
kissing her, fondling her tits, wondering at herself. Never had she been 
so powerfully turned on to a man before, so wild with desire for him. Her 
passion embarrassed her and she fought against it. But somehow he began 
to sense her arousal.

He broke the kiss. "Jennifer," he whispered. "Don't fight it! Remember 
what I told you this afternoon-it was all true! If you want me, want me 
completely, then don't hold back!"

He kissed her again and, responding to his words, she thrust her tongue 
into his mouth lustily. He was right, she should hold back nothing. For 
the first time in her life she felt aggressive with a man, wild to seduce 
and enjoy him, ready to take tie initiative. She felt no shame. Even as 
she played her tongue around in his mouth, she fumbled for his crotch, 
found the warm bulge of his cock, and began to stroke it. He moaned 
deeply in his throat. She snaked her hand downward, found his balls 
beneath the cloth, and stroked there, too. He moved his hips back and 
forth, feeding his testicles to her squeezing hand. Jennifer could not 
understand his effect on her, her sudden wild hominess, but she was not 
ashamed when she felt her cunt beginning to seep its hot juices.

Ciardi pushed her gently away and began easing her dress down over her 
shoulders. His face was flushed and excited, and his big hands shook as 
he drew the dress down over her naked breasts, over her hips, uncovering 
her tiny pink panties. The dress slipped to the floor and Jennifer 
stepped out of it. Ciardi swallowed hard and bent to cup and kiss and 
suck her pretty tits. She let him do it for a few moments, her cunt 
creaming heavily as his hot tongue made her nipples quiver and spring 
erect.

Then she pushed him away and gave him a mischievous look.

"This is my seduction," she grinned. "I'm in charge! You just stand there 
and blush while I leer at you and undress you!"

He didn't blush, but he stood still as she began to unknot his tie. She 
felt him trembling almost imperceptibly. She grinned at him lewdly while 
she removed his tie and shift. His chest was thick with black hair, and 
she impulsively rubbed her breasts against him, enjoying the furry 
feeling. Then she reached for his belt buckle, smiling to herself at the 
huge bump of his crotch. Oh, she was turning him on, all right, even 
though he was trying to remain silent and dignified! She urged him out of 
his pants, shoes, and socks. His shorts were another matter-by now his 
cock and balls were so swollen that her work was difficult. At last, 
however, she had him completely undressed, and she stood back to admire 
her work, licking her lips as she gazed at his powerful, hairy body.

This time he did blush slightly, but tried to cover it with a laugh. 
"Well," he asked huskily. "Are you going to stare at me all night? Or are 
you going to take me to bed? You're the seducer, it's up to you."

"I think I'll play with you for a while," she said teasingly. She whisked 
off her panties, allowed him to gaze for a moment, then seized his hand, 
which dwarfed her own. "Come with me," she laughed.

Jennifer led Ciardi to a full-length mirror and had him stand squarely 
before it. Then she stood beside him. "Look," she said softly. "Isn't 
that a beautiful contrast?"

It was. They complemented each other perfectly-Jennifer dainty and golden 
and curved, Ciardi massive and hairy and dark. She gently took his cock 
in her hand and curled her fingers around it, holding it snugly as they 
studied the action in the' minor. She saw Ciardi's brown eyes grow hot, 
and he quickly slipped his hand around and eased a finger through her 
golden pussy to touch her clit. He rubbed it, and she sighed deeply. They 
saw a trickle of white cream gush from her cunt and run down her legs.

"Oh, darling!" moaned Jennifer. She let go his prick, swiftly knelt 
beside him, and then lifted the heavy, thick meat again, directing it to 
her mouth. When she had her lips around the glans, she gazed in the 
mirror again, and they both watched as she sucked the long, fat cock into 
her mouth.

"Oh, baby, baby!" moaned Ciardi. "That's sweet! Suck it for me a little; 
will you?"

She gladly obeyed. She loved the taste of his cock, loved its stiff 
weight on her tongue. She sucked it in as far as she could take it, about 
half its length, and drew in her cheeks sharply to make a juicy nest for 
it. Then she cupped his fat balls firmly and began to massage them in 
time with her vigorous sucking. She watched it all in the mirror-the wide 
stretching of her lips around his thick, white shaft, the rippling 
muscles of his hairy belly as he began to pump it to her, the feverish, 
glazed look in his eyes as he enjoyed all that she did. She reamed his 
glans with the stiff tip of her tongue, lapping up all his salty juice, 
and he moaned. She could have gone on for hours happily eating his cock, 
but after a few minutes he pulled out with a deep sigh.

"Jennifer," he panted, lifting her to her feet. "That was beautiful! 
Nobody's ever done that for me before! But I didn't want to come in your 
mouth. I have better ideas."

He picked her up and began to move toward the bed, but she laughed and 
protested, "Hold on, now! I'm the seducer, remember, and I call the 
shots!"

"Not any more you don't!" he replied, in a kind of growling laugh. 
"You've made me so horny, I can't wait any longer! So if you get raped 
now, it's all your own fault!"

He dropped her on the bed, and Jennifer shrieked and started to crawl 
away. Ciardi tackled her, and they rolled around on the bed, wrestling 
and laughing and panting. At last, however, he flipped her onto her back 
and pinned her. She loved the furry, broad weight of his belly and chest, 
but she was not trough playing. She went on giggling and trying to twist 
away as he wedged a knee between her legs. Gradually he forced her thighs 
apart, then settled down between them with a heavy sigh. She felt the 
hard, fat head of his cock in the hot, creamy indentation of her 
cuntmouth. Oh, she was ready for it! She wanted him like she'd never 
wanted a man before. She waited breathlessly for him to push it in, but 
he didn't move. She looked up in some surprise and saw that he was 
smiling at her in an odd way, as if waiting for her to do something. 
Suddenly she understood. Her cunt gushed hot juice, and her eyes glowed.

"Please, darling," she said in a warm, husky voice. "Put your cock in me! 
I want your cock!"

That was it-she could tell from his gratified eyes that he wanted her to 
spell it out, to tell him in the most explicit way how she wanted him. He 
licked her cheek, and she felt his thick, smooth penis glide into her 
cunt an inch or so. She was wild to get more of it.

"Yes, Charles, yes, stick it in!" she gasped. "All the way, darling! Let 
me have all of it!"

She felt a little more slow penetration, but she was impatient. Wrapping 
her legs around his waist, she thrust up hard with her hips, and sucked 
in with her vaginal muscles, trying to get fully penetrated. "Oh, 
Charles, more!" she squealed. "I want more of it! I want to feel your 
balls tickling my ass! Bury it in me, please!"

Jennifer gave a long, low animal groan of pleasure as Ciardi at last 
gratified her demand, shoving his thick cock roughly into her until he 
butted her word. "Oh, love!" she whimpered. "Yes, yes! I can feel it now, 
so big and good in my cunt! My God, yes!"

"Fine," he said blandly. "But what do I do now? I'm rather innocent, you 
see, and I have no idea how to proceed."

"Oh, Charles!" She had to laugh. There would always be his eccentric 
sense of humor, even when they fucked-but she didn't mind it any more. 
"All right, you poor virgin boy," she chuckled. "I'll have to instruct 
you. What you do is SHOVE, baby, shove!"

He laughed and obeyed, suddenly beginning to hammer her heatedly with his 
huge cock, stuffing her deliciously, his balls flapping hard against her 
ass. She squealed happily and arched her back to get the full force of 
his thrusts.

"This how you do it, lady?" he panted. "Is this how you want it?"

"Oh, Charles, for heaven's sake!" wailed Jennifer. "Will you please shut 
up and fuck me?"

There was silence for a while, except for the creaking of bedsprings and 
ragged breathing. Then Ciardi gasped, "Jennifer, I have a confession to 
make! I lied! I'm not a virgin!"

She kissed him to shut him up, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth 
and holding it there. She loved everything about him, even his ill-timed 
jokes. But right now, what she loved most was his magnificent, fat, 
pounding cock. She was wild for it, straining and bucking against him to 
get all of it deep in her belly. He fucked her viciously now, ramming her 
womb with each stroke, and still she could not have enough of it. Ciardi, 
sweating heavily, broke their kiss and breathed hotly against her neck.

"Jennifer," he groaned. "I'm going to come, darling, I can feel it! Can 
you come with me?"

"Oh, God, yes, yes, YES!" shrieked Jennifer, wrapping her legs violently 
around his ass, digging him deep into her, trapping his squirting cock so 
that it sprayed the very door of her womb. "Give it all to me!" A violent 
orgasm racked her body, and she clung to him as tightly as she could, 
wild to take all his seed into her gulping womb, surrendering herself to 
him as she could do to no other man.

"Oh, God, God!" whined Ciardi, humping her in short fast strokes. "There 
.... all yours!"

When it was over, she still held him, keeping his drained, twitching cock 
deep inside her. He was kissing her, all over her face and neck and hair. 
It might not always be possible to have him so perfectly close as this, 
but she intended never to be far from him again. "Doctor," she teased. 
"I'm certain already that I'm pregnant, and you're responsible! You'll 
have to marry me!"

"Pregnant?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," she grinned.

"Well," said Ciardi. "Just to be certain, let's do it again."

She felt his cock stiffening again inside her.

THE END

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