Chapter 8
"Except for Babe who will only be watching, I can have any of the other six do anything I want for as long as it takes for me to shoot my load, is that right?" asked Harry of Gerrie.
"That's absolutely correct," she told him. "And since you're all here for crazy kicks, I'm sure nobody will dare refuse anything you want. I'll be the judge if anything you ask for is too far out or possibly dangerous to anyone. Aside from that, the sky's the limit."
"Sounds wonderful. Maybe I can dream up something where I can have them all working for me at once," gloated Harry, surveying the assembled group. "Let's see, there's three men and three girls to choose from. Hmmmmm. I've always thought chubby blonde Alice was very cute, so I pick her as the prime target of my attack, but the others will have things to do too. This may turn out to be sort of rough on Alice, but I sure will enjoy it if it works out the way I hope it will."
He carefully looked over the other members of the guest list as though selecting a proper duty for each in accordance with their special talents as he knew them. Then he revealed the plan he had worked out as his reward.
"Peter has the biggest cock here, I think, so I want him to lie down here on his back on this padded bench, with his hips right at this end and his legs hanging down. Now Alice is to hop up on the bench and squat down so that her pussy is impaled on Peter's stiff cock which is sticking up so proudly there. Take it easy, Alice, because I don't want Peter to go off till after I've finished. Now, Gordon, I want you to kneel on the bench, over Peter's head, so that Alice can suck your stiff cock all during the proceedings. Again be sure to take it easy on him, Alice, and make sure he doesn't shoot his load till I'm all done."
The selected participants. all assumed the poses that Harry had indicated and he studied the situation carefully for a moment before he continued.
"Ann, you're a big girl with plenty of reach, so you get the job of playing with Alice's titties. Just kneel beside the bench and you can suck one of her nipples and use your hands on the other. When we get under way, you can give her big round boobies a real workout that way. Now, Jane, all you have to do is crouch down between Peter's legs and be ready to cope with a problem which I'll explain in just a moment, when I get into the act myself."
Harry, with his penis jutting out aggressively in front of his body, now went and stood right behind Alice's tautly flexed buttocks and between Peter's hanging legs. He now smeared some vaseline on his rigid member and on the puckered orifice of Alice's bottom-hole which was exposed between her straining buttocks.
Instantly Alice withdrew her mouth from Gordon's stiff penis and cried, "No. You can't bugger me, Harry. I've never had a cock up my ass, and I won't let you do it to me now. I hate the whole idea."
"Well, how about it, Gerrie?" demanded Harry of the referee. "I won the prize and I'm allowed to do anything I want with any of the losers as long as it won't seriously damage them. Isn't that right?"
"That's right," agreed Gerrie. Then she turned to Alice and asked, "Have you got hemorrhoids or any good medical reason why Harry shouldn't be allowed to bugger you?"
"No. It's just that I don't like the idea," replied Alice angrily. "It's bad enough having Peter's cock in my pussy and Gordon's cock in my mouth, without being goosed by Harry's huge prick."
"You knew when we started these games that you might be used sexually, so now you're stuck with it," announced Gerrie calmly. "You can go ahead, Harry."
Slowly he forced the greased end of his penis into the lubricated anal opening of the protesting round girl. Gordon's penis so filled her mouth that all she could do was grumble and mutter incoherently at what was being done to her, and presently all her orifices were stuffed full of firm male gristle as Harry's belly was pressed tightly against her smooth plump buttocks.
Now Harry leaned down and spoke to Jane who was huddled uncomfortably between Harry's legs, Peter's legs, and the end of the bench. "Jane your job is to tickle my balls with your fingers, and to lick them if you can get your tongue up there to do it. The better you do your job the quicker this whole setup will be over."
"What about me, Harry," asked Jim Hawkins as he saw that the bizarre arrangement was about to be set in motion. "Don't I get into the act at all?"
"You sure do, Jim," said Harry as his hips began to surge, driving his penis in and out of Alice's bottom. "You have the job of giving me an extra special thrill with your cock which is the thinnest one here. Smear it with vaseline, like I did mine, and then I want you to try shoving it up into my ass. If you do it right, you'll be massaging my prostate gland which is a real crazy kick at a time like this."
Jim stared at Harry for a moment in disbelief, and then applied liberal amounts of the lubricant to his rigid sex-lance. He stood behind Harry and after several false tries he managed to get his cock inserted into Harry's anus.
As soon as all the others were performing their assigned tasks properly, Harry gave his final instructions, "With all you people working so hard, I shouldn't have to do any work to get a terrific orgasm out of this. I can feel Peter's big cock working in Alice's pussy which makes her ass work on my tool. Jane is tickling my balls, and Ann is keeping Alice hot at her duties. Alice working on Gordon's cock with her mouth adds more thrill and action to what I'm feeling. And Jim's cock is giving my internal sex gland a real workout. So get going, gang. Let's see how quick you can make me shoot off without my having to exert myself a bit. All I have to do is watch and feel what you all are doing for me."
As Cindy watched with unbelieving horrified fascination, the complex assembly of naked humans began to surge and heave in a sensuous rhythm. Harry was the only solid unmoving element in the assembly of bodies. They were all moving around and for him thrilling his senses and his feeling of power over them while stroking his penis toward a rewarding ejaculation within Alice's rectum. To Cindy the whole idea of mass endeavor sex, group indulgence, and multiple perverse stimulation was totally foreign. This had nothing in common with the wonderful satisfying love which she and Tom had enjoyed in the privacy of their home before tragedy had separated them.
For Gerrie the heaving ensemble of sex was strangely exciting, for she found herself able to identify with each person involved. Having a feminine body with a masculine attitude of mind she found each role interesting as an example of sexual versatility. Not that she would like to perform each role herself, but she liked to watch others doing so. It made an exciting spectacle, and as an observer she was entranced. So much was happening at once.
Under the universal barrage of sensations that were assailing him, Harry found that he could not hold out for long. After only a minute or so of these varied and intense stimulations he felt his sex-pressure rapidly coming to a boil. He was standing absolutely still, but so much was happening to him and around him that his carnal excitement had to explode. He tried to hold it back to prolong his pleasure but there was no effective way to stop all those sensations from working on him. His scheme for total stimulation had been so good that now he couldn't stand the pace.
With a delirious smile of ecstasy on his face and a groan of pleasure coming from his lips, Harry gave in to the inevitable. His whole body tensed and then he was spurting jet after jet of semen into Alice's bowels in an emission that seemed about to drag his soul from his straining body. It was without doubt the most complicated ejaculation he had ever enjoyed.
But since he had been the winner, and this tableau had been enacted solely for his benefit, he didn't want any of the others to benefit enough to have a climax. As soon as the last of his semen had been pumped from him, Harry immediately withdrew from Alice's rectum and detached himself from Jim's buggering cock. He ordered Peter, Gordon, Jane, Ann, and Alice to break formation and get up so that the party could continue. Everybody needed a drink, he proclaimed, and then the second prize winner, his wife, could select her means of taking her pleasure. She would have the same three men and three girls to amuse herself with, that he had had, and they would all be in prime condition to satisfy her according to her demands.
Harry, being of a dominating nature, had really enjoyed the sex session he had organized. Everyone had been working for him and under his control, and his actual ejaculation had been into a protesting girl who had hated being buggered and who had been exposed to too much other sexual activity at the same time so that she could not enjoy anything. He had used and abused her, and that was the way he really liked his kicks. Trick people, and have power over people and concentrate on your own pleasure. That's the way a smart successful man operated. But that wasn't Babe's way, he knew, and she would soon prove that he was right, in the way she picked to get her jollies.
In spite of the fact that everyone present was still excited and unsatisfied, except Harry, Gerrie decreed that they would all take a rest for a few minutes, to recover from their recent exertions and be all set for the next bout.
She suspected that Harry was much too aggressive and dominant, and could be cruel in his loving just because he liked the display of his power, so Gerrie was keeping a special eye on him to make sure that he did not cause trouble. She was of a dominant nature herself, so Gerrie felt a definite dislike for Harry, although she tried to hide it so as to be an impartial and honest umpire and director at these sex swapping sessions. She liked the sessions and was well paid by the group to have then run off smoothly without any unpleasant complications of any sort.
Being the type of man he was, Harry, for his part, resented Gerrie and her complete authority in the group. He always wanted to be boss, and to have a girl able to control him and make him obey went against the grain for him. For some time he had been looking for an excuse to overthrow Gerrie and appoint himself the arbiter and controller of these sex orgies that the group had from time to time. If he could only needle Gerrie into some sort of contest where he was sure to win, then she would be out and he would be in as director of these wild parties. Such a plan was worth thinking about and working on, he was sure. He had heard about Gerrie's deadly expertness in judo and karate, but he was a man and justifiably proud of his strength and agility as an athlete. A show-down with Gerrie might not only make him the boss of this group, but would also be fun if it gave him a chance to dominate her sexually for his own carnal entertainment. Putting this beautiful but bossy broad in her place could provide lots of kicks for him in a sadistic way. She never indulged in any kind of sexual activity, herself, while directing the group, but Harry would really like to have a go at her obviously terrific body, especially if she didn't want him to. Of all the girls he knew, she was the one it would be the most fun bossing and abusing. It would be worth while to try to pick a fight with her so he could end up being the boss of the group and, especially, of her.
As he handed her a drink, Harry intentionally spilled most of it onto her, hitting her partially exposed chest and running down into her short hot-pants. Harry laughed uproariously and said smugly, "I'm so sorry. But maybe the alcohol in the drink will excite your tits and warm up your pussy. Nothing else seems to give you any kicks from what I've seen."
"What a dirty trick, Harry," exploded Gerrie in anger. "You've ruined my outfit, and I know it was intentional on your part."
So what? I'm just fed up with being bossed around in my sex games by some dopey dame who never gets into the act herself. How about taking off your wet outfit and letting me show you how a real man treats a girl? I want to see what you really look like, too."
"No luck, Harry. I'm here to help run things for the benefit of this group, so I don't get involved myself in what goes on," Gerrie told him quickly. "And I certainly wouldn't pick you for a partner, anyway."
"Well how about some kind of a game or contest just between us two? The winner will be the new boss and director of the group, and the loser has to obey him in everything. Will you do that?" asked Harry, sneering.
"What kind of a contest between us would be fair? You're a man and much bigger than am.
"And they tell me you're quite the expert in the gentle art of killing people with your bare hands. That ought to make any fight fair, shouldn't it?" demanded Harry belligerently as the thought of totally dominating this girl began to thrill him more and more.
"What sort of contest do you suggest?" asked Gerrie quietly as all the others watched with mounting alarm this clash between the two personalities. Cindy was especially worried, since Gerrie was her only protection among all these weird strangers with their odd habits about what was fun in sex.
"How about a sort of wrestling match between us, no hitting allowed, and in a three minute round I'll try to take off that hot-pants outfit you're wearing and spank your cute round bottom till it's all red? If I can't make you say 'uncle' in less than the three minutes, you will be the winner. Is that a deal?"
Gerrie glanced around at the others in the group, and saw that they were all embarrassed at Harry's display of rebellion and bad manners. They were all on her side in this argument, but wanted the whole thing settled amicably, without any fuss. Gerrie winked at Cindy to reassure her and smiled as she answered.
"That sounds all right with me, if you're sure it's what you want, Harry. You want to try to spank me, and I'm to try to prevent you, is that right? And neither of us is to use our fists. Please try not to tear my clothes ... this outfit is new and I like it. Shall we start now if someone will keep time for us?"
Harry put down his drink carefully and advanced toward the girl, looking very menacing in all his naked male advantage of size and power. He reached out with both hands toward his intended victim, trying to grasp one of her hands. Stepping back in seeming frightened retreat, Gerrie gave him her left hand. Harry instantly grabbed it and moved quickly toward her to crush her in his powerful arms. Gerrie lightly spun around so that her back was toward his body as they met and he released the hand he had grabbed. Her knees were slightly bent and she started to lean forward, making him bend forward partially over her.
Just as he leaned forward, taking some weight off his feet, Gerrie quickly straightened her knees and leaned further forward, pulling down and forward with her right hand up around his outstretched neck. Before he knew what was happening, Harry felt himself lifted off his feet, aided by his own motions, and hurtling over her head and through the air in a clumsy somersault, to land heavily on his back on the carpeted floor.
Gerrie followed him down and jumped onto his defenseless stomach, landing with all her weight and driving force so that his wind was knocked out of him and he lay gasping for breath as she stood up over him, smiling and waiting for his next move. Grunting and burbling with rage at being humiliated publicly by this slimly curved girl Harry began struggling to his feet.
Even as his body started to come erect, Gerrie cupped her hands beneath his chin and lifted sharply. At the same instant she kicked his feet out from under him in his badly balanced position, and Harry performed an awkward back flip, landing on his shoulders on the floor with a bone jarring thump. This time he was slower in starting to rise but his hatred and rage gleamed evilly from his dazed eyes as he heard the other members of the watching group snicker at his second failure.
After a few seconds he pulled himself together enough to launch another attack. This time he came at her charging low like a football lineman, his hands supporting his head and shoulders until he could tackle her around the waist and throw her to the floor beneath him. But it did not work out quite as he had planned.
Just as Harry was about to drive up powerfully against her hips and waist, Gerrie leaned forward over him and pushed down with all her weight on his head. Using her hands as support, she vaulted over him as he dove heavily onto the carpet on his face from the force of his own unsuccessful efforts.
As he rolled over and started to rise, Harry was actually crying from rage and frustration. This seemingly helpless weak figure of a girl was making a complete fool of him, or at least allowing him to do so. His friends were openly laughing at him because his big confident talking was not being backed up by effective action. He had to conquer this girl, and dominate her before this audience in order to save himself from further ridicule.
In his towering rage of thwarted masculinity, Harry now chose to ignore his own rule of not hitting with fists. He struggled to his feet and came charging at Gerrie while swinging a round-house right at her head. The watchers gasped at this crude unfair tactic but Gerrie only smiled as she saw the end of his fighting career approaching.
She stepped backward away from his charge, but instead of trying to fend off his fist, she deftly grabbed it and pulled it sharply in the same direction he was swinging, towards her. Still holding his wrist in both her hands she ducked and spun to her left, twisting his arm along with her as she turned.
Harry yelled in pain and surprise as he felt the force of his whole charging body come against his twisting elbow and shoulder. Instinctively, to save himself from broken bones and dislocated joints, Harry's body turned in the direction Gerrie was turning, and he again found himself flying through the air like a flailing human pinwheel. He landed on the carpet on his back with a jolt that made him see stars for the moment. But his troubles were not yet over.
This time Gerrie did not release his hand after she had thrown him. Deftly she shifted her grip on his right hand so that her right hand was tightly gripping the two middle fingers of his hand. Her left hand had a firm hold on his right elbow from behind. By holding his arm stiff and bending the fingers of his imprisoned hand backwards painfully, she half dragged him to his feet. He stood before the startled group sobbing in impotent rage and made a final effort to gain victory. With his free left hand he tried to reach around and grab or hit Gerrie who was standing beside and behind him on his right. At his first threatening gesture Gerrie showed him how helpless he was. Holding his right elbow rigid from behind with her left hand, she pulled strongly back and up on his backward bent fingers which she clasped tightly in her right hand. This not only hurt him terribly, but made him wince up onto his toes in an effort to ease the pain, a position from which he could not make any effective movement.
"All right, you win," admitted Harry angrily after a moment of discovering his helplessness. "Now what happens, since I don't get to spank you?"
"I think you should apologize to these people for making such an unpleasant fuss," Gerrie told him.
"All right, I apologize," muttered Harry sullenly, unable to face the witnesses of his defeat.
"Not like that," Gerrie told him, bending his fingers again to enforce her command. "You owe them a much more abject apology than that. I'll walk with you, while you do it properly. Now if you other folks will please line up and bend over, Harry will pass slowly behind you and express his regrets for his rudeness by kissing each of your asses, as evidence of his humility."
Harry tried to refuse this degrading duty but Gerrie's grip on his arm and fingers forced him to obey. Grudgingly he leaned over behind each of the other guests and kissed the protruding bottoms as ordered. When that chore was finished, Gerrie said, "Because you didn't get to take down my pants and spank me, I won the contest. And as your boss, I can do anything I want with you. Is that what we agreed?"
"Yes, I guess so," muttered Harry.
"Well I know what I'll do," Gerrie told him briskly. "Jane, will you get me that set of handcuffs you showed me the other day? I want to use them on Harry in a very special way. Be sure to bring the key, too, so I can change the way I use them from time to time."
When the handcuffs quickly arrived, Gerrie fastened one manacle tightly around Harry's genitals, including both his cock and balls. Then she dragged his right hand in back of him and down between his buttocks, where she snapped the other manacle of the handcuff set around his right wrist, leaving him in a ridiculous and uncomfortable pose. To the watchers she said, "I may want to change the cuff from his wrist to a doorknob, or to his ankle, or to somewhere else, depending on how I feel later."