The others were finished, lolling around and watching the twins. "Oh, man!" chuckled Jack. "I thought ol' Jonathan was gonna die when she swallowed his cock!"
"Yeah, your sister really learns fast!" said Kip. "Perhaps she'll consent to practice on me next?" added Harold. "What do you say, my dear?"
"Excuse me, please!" Jennifer squeaked. She leaped to her feet and raced down to the water. She just had to be alone for a minute, and to rinse out her mouth, even if she had to use salt water. She was joined after a while by the other three women, who giggled and splashed and washed the dribbling come off their thighs.
"That's one beautiful big cock your brother has," Laura confided to Jennifer. "I intend to give it a try before my vacation ends. Christ, I bet it'll be good! He ever use it on you?"
Jennifer was spared a reply when Harold called from the campfire, "Ladies! Ladies, come back now! We have a surprise!"
"He's not very big," laughed Ouida. "But he sure is inventive! I wonder what he's got cooked up this time?"
The women returned to the campfire. Jennifer intending only to find her bathing suit and leave. But Harold, clapping his hands for attention, announced, "Ladies, wonderful news! The other gentlemen and I feel up to another round of sport! We have decided, just for fun and variety, to draw lots for you! No one knows yet what partner he will have."
Laura, Ouida, and Bonnie laughed appreciatively, but Jennifer drew back from the group in shock. "You'll simply have to excuse me!" she snapped. "It's more than I can take! I'm leaving!"
Jonathan caught her arm, "Jen, don't start that again!"
Harold Witherspoon considered the problem. "No doubt she's shy, inexperienced," he said. "We shouldn't be harsh with her. Dear young lady," he went on, meeting Jennifer's eyes. "Try to be reasonable. Not fifteen minutes ago we all watched you suck off your own brother. What, could possibly be more compromising than that? It would be innocence, in comparison, to get fucked by a man who isn't related to you. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, but…" Jennifer felt confused. Witherspoon's argument was logical, and she did not want to make enemies, but something still made her feel it would be terribly wrong to stay.
"Ah, you agree, then? Good! Let's get on with it!" Witherspoon cried, giving her no chance to reply. Jennifer shrugged. She was suddenly very tired, too tired to protest, and she knew, from the way he was gripping her arm, that Jonathan wouldn't let her escape anyway. What did it matter? One more round and everyone would be exhausted and ready for bed, as ready as she was now. She could endure it.
While Harold emptied the picnic basket, Kip and Jonathan gathered up the women's bikini bottoms. These were placed in the basket, and the men were to close their eyes and draw, taking the woman who belonged to the suit. Jack Harlan drew first, pulled out a flame-orange garment, and looked around expectantly. Like most men, he had no idea who had worn what, being much more interested in bodies than in clothes.
Laura came forward grinning. "You for me, darling," she leered, taking Jack's arm and leading him over to a blanket.
"Hot dawg!" laughed Jack. "I always wanted to fuck a famous movie star!"
"Television, darling, not movies," corrected Laura, reaching for his swaying, limp cock.
Harold Witherspoon closed his eyes, reached into the basket, and drew out a pink bikini bottom.
"Oooooh, goodie!" squealed Bonnie. "That's mine, Harold! How exciting, making it with a real poet."
"You'll find my prick quite poetic, I'm sure," Harold said gallantly, while bowing. "Shall we get at it?"
They found a beach towel to lie on, and Jonathan took his turn at drawing. Suddenly Jennifer hoped he would pick her bathing suit; even if he was her brother, at least he was familiar. But to her disappointment, he pulled a tiny, yellow garment out of the basket. Ouida did not come forward to meet him, bat called languidly from her blanket, "Over here, lover! My, lucky me, I get the big one!"
Jonathan joined her, obviously delighted to have drawn the lovely black girl. Kip stood by the basket, grinning at Jennifer.
"Well," he laughed. "I guess this is what you'd call a mere formality! But just to do things properly…" He reached into the basket and plucked out Jennifer's blue bikini panties. "Yours, I presume?" he leered.
Jennifer's knees felt weak. She began to tremble.
How had she gotten herself into such a repulsive mess, obligated to fuck a stranger? When she did not move but only looked at him in panic, Kip strode to her, picked her up, and carried her over to the remaining blanket.
"Hey, look," he whispered soothingly. "Don't be afraid! I'm not a monster, after all! We're gonna make out just fine together, I know it! After all, it's kinda like my profession. You just take it easy, and I'll make it good for you, okay?"
Jennifer nodded weakly, and he set her down on the blanket. There was no point in getting into an argument, and Kip seemed pleasant enough. She would just let it happen, get through it mechanically like she'd sucked Jonathan's cock, and then she would be free to leave. Kip lay down beside her and began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. He used his tongue when he kissed, reminding her of Ben. But with Ben it had always been awkward, slobbery, and rather disgusting. Kip made it clean, expert, and wickedly exciting. Jennifer enjoyed his kisses, the pleasant touch of his firm hands on her breasts, but did not look forward to the more intimate things that were to follow. Eventually Kip began to suck her nipples, giving her a chance to see what everybody else was doing.
Jennifer blushed at herself for being disappointed. All she saw was three blow jobs in progress, the object being to get the men hard again. How dull, she thought crazily. Then it occurred to her that Kip might require help, too. She didn't have to eat his come, just suck him a little; it seemed almost rude not to do it, when all the other men were getting it. She gently pushed him off her, knelt beside him, and dipped her face toward his flaccid, white cock. But he caught her hair and stopped her.
"Hey, no," he said gently. "You don't have to. I know you don't dig it – I saw your face when you were eating your brother. You just relax and let me turn you on, okay? I'll get hard when I need to."
"No, let me." Jennifer felt a rush of gratitude for his kindness and was determined, to repay him, even if she had to do something she didn't relish. Just a little bit, at least, to show that she wasn't ungrateful. She bent again, took his flabby prick in her hand, and directed it to her mouth. On some wild impulse she stuck out her tongue and wriggled it under the wrinkled foreskin, swiftly circling the moist glans beneath. Kip sighed, and she continued licking him that way for a minute or so, not really minding it, when she saw his cock suddenly swell and bloom before her eyes. It lengthened, fattened, and jerked erect in her hand.
"Hey, thanks," Kip murmured. "That was sweet. But now it's my turn."
He eased her onto her back and took a moment to look her over, then to run his hands down her firm, smooth body. "Christ, it's nice having somebody young for a change," he said softly. "Not that I'd tell the boss!" They both glanced automatically at Laura, but found her preoccupied with sucking Jack's balls. Jennifer was still looking when she abruptly felt Kip's tongue wriggling into her cunt. Oh, God, it felt nice! It looked as if he night make her enjoy this fuck after all! She sighed and opened her legs wider.
"Glorious! Glorious!" Harold Witherspoon was proclaiming. "What a talented little lady you are!"
Bonnie was unable to answer his compliment, for her tongue was busy and noisy in the depths of his anus, while her little hands worked playfully on his cock and balls. He stood, arms folded, while she knelt behind him, and although he already had an erection that threatened to burst, the poet seemed content for the moment to remain in a passive role and enjoy Bonnie's expertise.
Jonathan was not so inactive. He seemed to be detouring Ouida's body inch by inch, beginning with her mouth and working down to her small, pretty breasts, the tight-curled black patch of her, mons, and all the creamy parts between her legs. The slender black girl lay limp, puffing as he kissed, tongued and sucked, but there was evidence, in Jonathan's hugely swollen cock, that her blow job had been energetic enough.
Theirs was a relatively quiet and placid scene compared to what was taking place on the next blanket. Her buxom body arched over Jack Harlan, Laura was snarling, gurgling and growling as she licked feverishly all over the surface of his penis and testicles, her lovely, long tits swaying and brushing his belly. Jack was equally noisy and hungry as he attacked her pussy with his tongue, lips and fingers.
Watching all this, while Kip's tongue worked deliciously in her cunt, Jennifer felt it was all unreal. It couldn't be happening, not to her, not to anyone! Eight naked human beings, loudly and greedily eating each other on a public beach, like so many dogs feasting on meat, oblivious of all rules of decency and modesty – no, she could not really be part of this! It was only a week ago, after all, that bet prim aunt had seen her off in London with a final admonition to stay away from men. They were filthy-minded creatures, her aunt warned, who wanted only one thing from a woman. At the time, Jennifer had tended to agree with her. But how much she had learned since then! Far from just wanting a quick fuck, a swift release, men knew a thousand different ways to enjoy a woman's body and to make her enjoy theirs. Jennifer felt bewildered, very much uncertain of what was the right thing to do.
Kip was crawling up over her, wiping her cream from his mouth before he kissed her. "Feeling better now?" he whispered.
"Ummmm," Jennifer replied vaguely, smiling and curling her arms around his neck. No purpose would be served by telling him her doubts, nothing gained by hurting him. She would play along, get it over with. She wrapped her legs around his slim ass, pumped it, making his steel-hard cock nudge her vulva, in an ancient female signal that required no words.
He licked her neck, then whispered in a husky, excited voice, "You want it now?"
"Ummm," she repeated, pumping his hips again. His oozing glans raked over her labia and snuggled into the indented mouth of her creamy cunt.
"You're a sweet kid," he whispered. He kissed her, forcing his tongue far into her mouth, and at the same time, in a twin motion, his stiff, long cock eased gently into her. She held her breath during the whole delicious penetration, feeling his fat meat stuffing, stretching, and crawling the length of her narrow cunt, till it nudged her womb.
"Good?" he sighed. "Is that good?"
"Ahhhh!" Jennifer moaned, much more sincerely this time. It did feel good, very good. Her legs were still wrapped around his ass, putting her in control of their motions, and she squeezed and pumped him to show how she wanted him to fuck her, in long, slow, easy thrusts. He grunted acknowledgment, too exhausted to speak, and she let her legs fall to the blanket. Kip took over, serving her just as obediently and skillfully as he did Laura. Jennifer thought wildly, crazily, that she was being fucked by a cock that had been into the famous actress, that had filled her cunt many times. It gave her an odd feeling, seemed somehow to make them sisters. I'm being fucked by Laura Langley's stud, she thought – and giggled.
"What?" Kip raised his head and grinned at her. "Nothing." She grinned back, then deliberately tightened her cunt muscles around his deep thrusting cock. His eyes rolled, he moaned and buried his face in her hair. Come on, stud, she thought, get it over with. I have to get out of here, out of this insane dream.
She looked around and saw that the others were watching them with glazed, hungry eyes. Well, they must look good together, she supposed. They had the best bodies of the group, they seemed to melt into each other perfectly. She didn't care if they watched now; she was beyond that. She returned their looks blandly, lazily. 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?"