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
