Harold Witherspoon was the first to become overexcited. With a snort of horniness, 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
