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 horniness 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 lock, 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 off. 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
