'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, I 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 off 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.
