Chapter 8
Gwen's team won by ten strokes. When it was over, they lifted her up on their shoulders and marched her around, telling her jokingly that she should join the pro circuit. Doug watched with pleasant amusement. He was not only surprised, but deeply satisfied that his wife had been so graciously and totally accepted. He knew also that the others were putting out a full team effort to make Gwen feel wanted. And they were succeeding.
Harry and Ginny tucked the electronic equipment into the cases and joined the march. Both teams were honoring the champion, toasting her with glasses of bubbling champagne Val had ferried from the kitchen.
They were moving into the house, Harry leading the procession through the interconnecting rooms. Doug fell into line at the rear, sipping his champagne and feeling slightly left out of the fun and games. Everyone crowded into a deceivingly small room with close, constricting walls done in a drab, mildewed scenario reminiscent of a cheap hotel room. There was a noisy brass bed in the middle onto which Gwen was softly dumped. She bounced three times before coming to rest.
Val stepped forward, hoisting her glass in salute of the victor. "Gwen Stillman, you are now a full-fledged member of the Hole-In-One Club. Welcome."
She drained her glass. The others followed her cue. Then she turned toward Doug, a surprising sneer on her lips.
"Now, we have an added attraction. I will need two volunteers. One male, one female."
Doug felt the stare and remembered her invitation earlier. He stepped up. "I'll be the male."
She swiveled her head, searching for a female volunteer. Ginny nodded.
"All right. Gwen, do you mind if I take over the bed?"
Gwen slipped off the sagging mattress, befuddled by the strange room and the peculiar look on Val's face. Val sat on the edge of the bed, her svelte legs closed together, hands resting on her knees.
"Gwen and Doug, this scene is essentially for you. The others have seen it before. It's a play of sorts. A play that we all sometimes find ourselves wondering about. The room you are in is supposed to represent a cheap tenement hotel. The bed, slightly garish for the rest of the decor, serves as the stage."
She slid her eyes from face to face. "What you are going to see is the debauchery of a woman, of her own volition. Sex is crude by instinct. The best kind is rough, animalistic with all the intellectual innuendoes thrown out the window. like the old saying, the best way to have sex is to have it dirty. Well, in this play, sex is dirty. It is conducted within a dirty surrounding, with dirty, obscene, pornographic intent. The result on the audience is basic appreciation for intellectual restraint. In other words, what we perform here in this room under the scrutiny of our friends, keeps us from the shanty houses, from the hovels in the lower section of town. We don't have to sneak away to feed our most basic and primitive desires. We do it here, in this room, and then we forget it happened. We satisfy our urges."
Gwen didn't fully understand, but she knew what was being said. They were going to have an orgy in a sordid way, so that when they were through, they would not think about screwing a handyman or some bar floozy. They would only remember the scene and be satisfied that any time they wanted, they could come to the sordid room and reply their desires with ultimate freedom and security.
Val was still speaking. "And Doug will be the rapist. He will attack me as though I were a stranger tied to the bed. He will treat me roughly-painfully if he wants. He will mount me any way he wants, letting his desires and passion rip to the surface. Ginny will be his accomplice. She will assist him in his debauchery. I will pretend to be frightened. I will fight, but weakly. Everyone understand?"
She stared directly at Doug. He nodded, half-amused, half-disturbed by this peculiar game.
"Harry, the lights." Val motioned for Harry to turn off the lights. He hit a switch and the room went black. Then another switch clicked on and a bright spotlight shined a wide circle of light onto Val's prostrate form. She threw her arms out and crossed her legs. Her voice began to whine as though some invisible force were mauling her. She moaned "no"..."please don't"..."let me go," until the room was choked with tension. Ginny nudged Doug. Her voice was thick and hoarse.
"Go fuck the bitch," she snarled, her otherwise glossy background suddenly vented with anger and hostility.
"I want you to fuck the shit outta her. Fuck her in the ass."
She pushed Doug forward. He felt the sensation of being an actor. As his body moved into the warm beam of light, his blood chilled and he forgot about the couples standing motionless around the room waiting for his next move.
"Don't," Val moaned, twisting her face as though in terrible pain. "Don't touch me. Not again. Please, no more."
She opened and closed her thighs. Doug saw the pink slit gape open, revealing the soft damp lining of her cunt for a split second. Then it closed abruptly as she rolled to her side, hands guarding her vagina.
His cock grew hard as he climbed onto the bed, unsure of what he was going to do. He heard Ginny's voice chiming like a Greek chorus: "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her 'til she screams for more."
The rest of the onlookers took up the chant. At first it was only a slight, faint whisper. But it grew more violent as the seconds passed into minutes.
Doug felt the sweat seeping from his palms. He watched Val as she writhed on the bed, arching her hips, tossing her breasts from side to side. He listened as she begged him off, telling him she would give him money if he would let her go, that she would give him stocks and bonds only if he let her go. Suddenly the hair on his neck bristled and something more powerful than logic overpowered him. He felt his chest rise and fall as he sucked in great gulps of breath. His penis was at a rigid state, harder and thicker, it seemed, than ever before in his life.
"FUCK HER!" the chants continued. "FUCK HER ASS! FUCK HER BREASTS! FUCK HER VIRGIN CUNT!"
His hands no longer belonged to Doug Stillman, lawyer, husband, social jurist. They belonged to some lusty man, some shriveled, shrunken beast whc had walked into his run-down hotel room and found a voluptuous virgin on his bed, begging in her negative way to be seduced. His hand belonged to a starving man reaching for food; to a vile, corrupt gutter-creature who had stalked this pretty prey to her home and then kidnapped her to his rancid, smelly room.
It didn't surprise him when he reached out, fingers hooked like claws, and dug into Val's firm breast. It didn't shock him when he found himself leaping onto her wriggling form, pinning her sweating, struggling flesh between his.
He crushed his mouth over hers and found that she fought, twisting her head so violently to one side that his teeth nearly slashed a cut into her cheek.
"Fight back," she hissed into his ear, then hit him firmly along the side of the head. Doug caught her by the hair and yanked until her nose was pointed toward the ceiling. He pressed the length of his forearm against her throat, shoving with enough pressure to secure but not injure her.
Val's eyes flashed up at him. They were filled with a combination of fear and passion. He saw them search frantically, alarmingly through his burning stare. Suddenly, Doug felt more powerful and virile than at any previous time in his life.
"Rapist! Dirty bastard!" Val screamed, trying to claw at Doug's head. He caught her wrists and wrestled them down to her sides. She tried to bite his shoulder. He felt her teeth sink in, grind and bruise the skin.
"Bitch!" he found himself saying. He spit the words out between clenched teeth, then reached down and grabbed her cunt forcefully. He hooked his fingers roughly into the dry fold of her pussy.
"Another try like that and I'll rip your cunt in two."
Val stared at him a moment, her eyes on the brink of laughter, then she resumed the frightened countenance.
"The police will come. I'll scream."
"Ginny!"
Doug looked over his shoulder. The plan was forming already in his mind. Ginny bounced onto the bed, her massive tits swaying pendulously. "Cover her mouth with your cunt!" 'Ginny looked up with surprise, then broke into a lewd grin as she climbed to the head of the bed and squatted over Val's face. Doug held Val's jaw firmly so that when Ginny sat down, her mouth was completely covered by the woman's large twat.
"Keep her quiet," Dough snarled, climbing down between Val's thighs. He wedged his shoulders in between the closed limbs and hooked his fingers into the lips of her cunt. With a tug he separated the tightly snapped lips and bared the bright, shiny pink lining. Val's clit betrayed her. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was engorged, a bright vermilion. Doug let his tongue dart out and twist the firm clit from one side to the other. Val tried to suppress the lurch of her hips, but Doug was relentless. He played with the thumb-shaped organ, rolling it around the tip of his tongue, attacking it with the front edges of his teeth.
Ginny had her knees on Val's arms, her cunt covering the struggling woman's mouth. She raised up occasionally to let Val take in long gulps of air, but then she would promptly lower her ass so that the pulsing brown hole pressed against Val's sharp-edged nose.
Between Val's thighs, Doug sucked the flowing juices. He swallowed hard, not breaking the suction he was creating in the woman's tepid womb. His eyes as large as saucers, he watched the heaving of her belly until the contractions started. The soft flesh became a heaving sea. He saw the muscles rippling toward him like a surging tide and sucked harder, alternating his tongue in and out of her clenching quim.
Finally, unable to suppress her passion, Val jerked up, smashing her pelvis against his nose. He could hear her sucking slurping noises as she drank Ginny's juices.
As the contractions subsided, Doug pulled his face away from the pubic pie and jabbed his cock into the drained slot. He held her hips like handles and jerked himself to the full hilt. His balls slapped noisily against her ass as he drove himself harder and harder into her.
She was dry, but his strokes were beginning to recover some of the passion she had expelled during her first two oral orgasms.
"Fuck her!" Ginny chanted, jumping up and down on Val's face. "Fuck the slut! Fuck her clean!"
Doug grabbed Val's tits. He felt his lips straining back over his teeth as he slobbered over the nipples, chewing on them with a ferocity he thought would surely bring a cry of pain from Val.
Ginny was wild-eyed. He saw her glazed look and the red tumescence of her nipples. She had Val's limp hand shoved against her breasts, and washed the palm over each long, rubbery nipple. Another thought suddenly struck Doug.
"Come down here, Ginny," he grunted, not missing a stroke. "Climb under her ass and stick your tongue up her cunt. Wedge it along my cock. We'll fuck the shit from her." He paused, then said, "The dirty slut needs a lesson."
He was amazed at the fluidness of the invectives. Ginny's face lit up at the suggestion. She left her position on Val's face and wriggled under the woman, making Val a sandwich between her two ravagers.
Doug raised Val's ass with his hands until Ginny's face was in position. Then he felt the woman's hungry tongue probing. It shoveled under his cock, spreading Val's tissues to the point of shredding.
"Feel that, bitch?" Doug hissed. "Feel that cock and tongue up your cunt?"
He held her neck firmly with his strong hands. She was limp, eyes rolled back in her head. Doug could feel her cunt working over his cock. She might be feigning on the outside, but inside, her twat was grinding like a garbage disposal. He flexed his cock, forcing it to grow longer and stiffer. She responded, clenching her box so tightly he could feel the heat friction formed by Ginny's tongue stroking alongside his poker.
His passion still at a frenzy, Doug shoved his mouth over Val's nose and inserted his tongue up her left nostril. She squirmed, fighting him as best she could. He felt the muscles of her cunt go limp as she battled him on a new front. He was amused at his own expertise.
He removed the tongue and stabbed his fingers into her ears, twisting them like augers until he saw the mark of pain stamp itself on her face.
Ginny was frantic. He felt her cupping and massaging his balls, rolling them in circles, over Val's angled ass.
"Suck," Doug panted, feeling his jism boiling to the surface. "Suck on my tongue!"
He jabbed his tongue into her mouth and left it. She began to suck, her lips forming a sweet round "O" as she drew the tip of his organ far into the back of her throat.
Doug felt her teeth scraping over the surface of his tongue. He felt her cheeks collapsing around the sides of the geometrically designed probe. Her arms, until now lifeless at her sides, surged around him like snakes. They wrapped around his neck, crushing his lips to hers until he thought his nose would flatten.
Her legs scissored up, snaking around his waist, squeezing his waist until his kidneys ached. Her fingernails cut long, narrow grooves into his back as her body quickly changed from a defunct, resigned lump, into an eel-like mass of jiggling, bucking, lurching passion.
Ginny was the first to scream. Her voice, muffled by Val's buttocks, finally gurgled to the surface. Val had her cunt clenched so tightly that it took all of Doug's strength to move his cock. He could tell by the pressure around his staff that Ginny's tongue was equally trapped and that she was trying to beg it free.
Doug surged forward. The come frothing in his balls could no longer be restrained. He felt it climbing up, the spermatozoa swimming madly toward the head of his cock. He felt the burning sensation of the first drops spurting from his pole. Then Val let go. Her cunt opened like a relaxed fist. Ginny's tongue shot free, followed by Doug's jism-jerking dork. Doug lunged back, stabbing at the warm, squishy hole. He wanted to be in when it was over. Val worked her pussy open and shut, milking every last ounce of come from Doug's bloated balls. Ginny was still active. Her hands squeezed his sacs, pumping the jism up and out the screaming head of his swollen cock until he thought he would pass out. Then it was over. He was empty. His hands, firmly locked onto Val's tits, relaxed and slid down her side. His head went limp, resting against Val's shoulder. His muscles slackened, knees slipping down onto the soiled sheet.
Gwen watched from a darkened corner. She had pressed Peter's hand during the act against her vagina, and held it there until her own near orgasm sent shivers up her spine. She wanted to be on the bed. She wanted to be sandwiched between two hot bodies. But she would have to wait her turn. Until then, she would have to rely on her new-found friendships to quell the desire born here this night.