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, filled 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 – I've 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 it 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, her 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 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.