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.
"No, Jonathan, no!" she wailed. "I won't have it! I – Oooo!"
Her angry protest ended in a squeal of involuntary pleasure as her brother's thick, hot tongue stuffed her juicy cunt. She seemed to be full of his thrusting, probing tongue, deliciously impaled on it, getting the penetration she'd unconsciously been needing all day. For a moment she could say nothing, think of nothing but how incredibly good it felt to have Jonathan's expert, long tongue snaking deep into her cunt. She felt herself rising quickly into hot horniness, and she thought wildly, Oh, Christ, if only he weren't my brother, I'd let him suck me all night! She desperately wanted it to go on, especially now that he was beginning to ream her very fast, licking up all her juices. To her shame, she felt her vagina give a long, powerful contraction, drawing his fat tongue in deeper, then cream hotly and abundantly, so that he couldn't help but know how she was enjoying his efforts. She heard his eager throat noises, acknowledging her arousal and urging her on, and there was a loud slurp as he curled his tongue in her flooded cunt and sucked hungrily. Her heart pounded, she knew she could come in an instant if she relaxed – but she could not give him that triumph. She must never let him make love to her again.
"Jonathan, get out of me!" she shouted, pushing on his shoulders. "That's quite enough!"
He pulled his tongue slowly out of her cunt. In the dark she could not see his expression, but she was sure it was mocking and leering. "Why, Jennifer," he laughed. "Whatever do you mean, enough? You were almost ready to come! You little darling, I felt you creaming all over my tongue! I know you enjoyed it immensely! But perhaps you'll like this batter."
Suddenly his wet mouth was on her clit, sucking the little fat bud between his lips, tickling it with his stiff tongue tip. Jennifer squealed and dug her nails into his shoulders, completely taken off guard by the abruptness of his attack and feeling nothing but the heady pleasure of having her clit sucked. Again it was very noisy, juicy and hot. But her tiny bud was even more sensitive than her cunt, and she could not withstand the sharp, almost violent jolts of pleasure that shot from her clit to animate her whole pelvis, making her jerk her hips in time to his sucking and causing her vagina to cream steadily.
"Oh, Jonathan, no, no, no," she chanted, her husky voice giving the lie to her words. "You mustn't, Jonathan, it isn't right. Please – no, nooo!"
In reply, her brother only sucked faster and more forcefully on her rapidly swelling clit, and at the same time he thrust a finger up her soaked, hot cunt, pumping it in and out with dizzying speed like a miniature cock. Jennifer felt herself near the end of her control, wanting to come so badly that she doubted she could resist it. His lips nipped her twitching clit, his stiff tongue circled the shaft, his finger fucked her cunt in deeper, more delicious stabs. Jennifer panted and creamed helplessly. She had to make him stop! Orgasm would be total capitulation to his depraved plans, an unconditional surrender to an incestuous affair with her twin brother. Again she pushed against his shoulders with all her strength.
"Stop, Jonathan, for God's sake! I don't want to…" She stopped, she had said too much.
"Don't want to what?" he laughed, raising his head. "Don't want to come? That's silly! Silly, silly Jennifer," he chanted. "Doesn't want to come! But brother's tongue will make her come! Brother's nice, stiff tongue on her sweet, little clit!"
"Jonathan, you're insane!" cried Jennifer. "You – Oooooo!"
Oh, damn it all, he had her this time! He was back between her legs, sucking furiously on her fat, raw clit, sending violent stabs of pleasure through her whole body. Jennifer gave a loud sob, fell back limp on the bed, and began to chant just as crazily as he had, her voice high and shrill like the mewing of a kitten.
"Jonathan… Ahhhhh… So nice… Darling!"
He forced hot saliva over her throbbing bud, then lapped it up noisily. Jennifer felt the very first, faint tingle of orgasm, sighed, opened her legs wider – and suddenly he pulled away.
"Damn you!" she snapped, shaking with anger. "You did all that just to make a fool of me! You insensitive bastard!"
She heard him chuckle in the dark. "Insensitive? No, quite the opposite. How can you say such a thing? Haven't I been generously eating your pussy for the last quarter of an hour, without a thought for myself? Good grief, girl, what more do you want?" He lay down beside her, seized her hand, and brought it over to touch his enormously swollen cock, curling her limp fingers around the thick, hot shaft. "It's time you did something for me, Jennifer," he said reprovingly. "If anyone's been selfish, it's you."
He was right, in his nasty way. She'd been lying there with her legs spread, letting him suck her, without even touching him except to push him away. She wanted to came so badly, so frantically, that she was willing to play his game, just one more time.
"What do you want, Jonathan?" she sighed.
"Well, you know, it was awfully lonely for me at the party," he said. "Especially after you left. All those fellows getting sucked off, and nobody for me! It's only right that you make it up to me, Jennifer. I can understand your not wanting to do it in front of tile others, you're not used to that sort of thing. But here, now, with just the two of us, you can't object to sucking my cock, can you?"
"Indeed I can!" she snapped. "It's a filthy, unnatural practice, and I wouldn't dream of doing it! If you'd like me to rub it, bring you off that way, I suppose I could, but to take it in my mouth! Certainly not!"
"Thank you," he replied angrily. "But I can jack off myself. I've been doing it since I was twelve, and it's hardly a novelty. However, in spite of my athletic ability, I can't suck my own cock. That's for you to do, if you want any more favors tonight."
Jennifer felt such a desperate, nagging demand in her cunt, she almost cried. She needed an orgasm almost as much as she needed to breathe, but Jonathan had just named a terrible price for it. She remembered last night, how he had forced his sticky penis into her mouth, making her gag. No, dear God, no!
"Come on, sweetheart," Jonathan said gently. "It's not so bad as all that! Most women enjoy it, and you can learn to like it, too."
He took her face in his hands, guided her over to his stiff-standing cock, and set her lips on the creaming tip. She shut her lips tightly. Without another word Jonathan squeezed in her cheeks hard, forcing her mouth open, then pushed her head down. Jennifer moaned as she got the strong, salty taste of his glans, then felt the bulbous, sticky, hot cockhead sliding over her tongue. He pushed it in slowly, filling up the space between tongue and palate and pressed in cheeks, till her mouth was full of his thick meat. His prick was so abnormally long that she could only take in half of it, but that seemed enough to satisfy Jonathan. He sighed and began to work her head up and down, his fingers curled tightly in her hair.
"Ahhhh, yes, that's a good girl!" he crooned. "Keep your cheeks pulled in like that, suck on it now! Good! That's excellent! Ahhhh! Play with my balls, too, that makes it even more exciting!"
Dumbly, Jennifer obeyed. Any movement of her head, any attempt to pull away, would be unbearably painful, for he held her hair tightly. The shock of the strong taste, the urge to gag, had passed now, and she felt able to continue in a mechanical way. Keeping her cheeks drawn in, making a wet, fleshy nest for his fat, creaming glans, she began to suck slowly on his cock. Obeying his other request, she fumbled in the darkness, found his coarse-furred, bloated testicles, and began to fickle them swiftly with her fingertips, copying Laura Langley although hardly understanding the woman's pleasure in doing such a thing. Jonathan grunted his pleasure, and she went on working in silence for a few minutes. Now that she was getting used to it, it was not unpleasant having her mouth rhythmically stuffed and unstuffed with his salty cock, hut she could hardly get ecstatic about it. Then quite suddenly Jonathan pulled her head up, and his cock popped from her mouth.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "I almost came! That was very close! You did very well for a beginner, darling! I'll make you into a great cocksucker yet!"
Jennifer prayed silently that he never would. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, wondering what he had in mind next. No more kinky stuff, she hoped. She'd had quite enough of that for one evening! Jonathan was crawling around the bed, and suddenly he turned on the bedside lamp. She blushed deeply as she saw him leering at her.
"I wish I'd thought of this before," he grinned. "I would love to have watched you sucking my cock. But better late than never. On your back, darling! I'll give you your reward now!"
Jennifer was suddenly furious. She hated his lewd remarks, his filthy leer, his obvious assumption that she was dying to get balled. "Leave me alone!" she shrieked. "I'm tired of you and those awful people you go around with! If you're so bloody horny, go ball Laura Langley! I'm sure she'd be delighted!"
"I'm sure she would, too," laughed Jonathan. "But I don't want to ball her. I only want my own dear sister!"
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.