Enthusiastic applause greeted this suggestion. Jennifer reddened and looked pleadingly at her brother, but to her horror he smiled and nodded. 'Sure, why not?' he said. 'I like the idea myself. But later. Right now let's let Harold get on with his work.'
This was agreed to, and now Harold seized Jennifer's clit between thumb and forefinger. Kip, who was to time the action, checked his watch, then nodded at Harold. The poet began to work his fingers, and Jennifer almost gasped aloud as she felt sharp stings of pleasure being wrung from her clit. The man was an expert! It would be an uphill fight for her to shut out all sensation of what he was doing. It seemed to be no more than a lewd teasing, tweaking, and molding of her clit, yet the sensation was exquisite. She felt her vagina beginning to contract and cream, and she pressed her thighs together to hide her flow of juices. Still the fierce, radiating pleasure continued as he steadily worked her fattening, red clit between his fingers. She saw the others grinning down at her, hoping to see her conquered, and she closed her eyes.
'That's a good girl, relax and enjoy it,' crooned the poet, mistaking her gesture for one of pleasure. 'I'm going to give you a beautiful come in just about thirty seconds.'
So half her trial was over. If he did not succeed in less than a minute, he lost his bet. This encouraged Jennifer in her frantic effort to blot out the mounting pleasure produced by his fingers playing insistently on her clit. But then, to her complete surprise, he suddenly added a variation to his play. Still stimulating her clit with one hand, he now thrust the other between her legs and began to work his little finger into her anus.
'Oh, no, no!' walled Jennifer.
'Oh, yes, yes!' laughed Harold. 'This will bring you off with a bang, I guarantee!'
It was all too true. He succeeded in wriggling his finger inside her ass, all the way to the last knuckle, and ten began to pump it like a miniature cock. Combined with his finger on her clit, it was too much for Jennifer. Her brain was no longer in command; it was her pelvis now, stimulated beyond endurance, and soon her whole body was reacting to the delicious sensations produced by Harold's flying fingers.
'Ooooo!' shrilled Jennifer, as the double stimulation of anus and clit produced a sharp, beautiful climax. Her body undulated and rocked to the rhythm of the poet's fingers, and dimly she heard applause.
'Well?' Harold released her and looked at Kip.
Kip was staring wonderingly at his watch. 'Right on the button!' he exclaimed. 'One minute exactly!'
There were whistles of appreciation, while Jennifer cringed and blushed. My God, she was no better than a trained seal, climaxing on demand! She had never felt so ashamed in her life. She prayed that Harold, having won his bet, would leave her alone now – but his next words blasted that hope.
'All right, here's a second bet,' the poet announced. 'This time I'll make her come, using only my mouth, in exactly thirty seconds.'
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The group laughed unbelievingly, and this time more money was bet against Harold's success. Jennifer felt more confident of defeating him this time, too. She did not doubt that he was a champion pussy eater, but no man in the world could bring her off in thirty seconds! She almost smiled at the thought.
The bets placed, Harold released Ouida from the duty of holding Jennifer's ankles but asked Jack to continue pinning her shoulders. Then the skinny little man scrambled between. Jennifer's long, lovely legs and buried his face in her golden muff, accompanied by applause and lewd comments. Jennifer stiffened and braced herself as she felt the first delicious, wet, burning contact of tongue and clit. He used just the stiff tip of his tongue, tickling the base of her fat bump and then very slowly circling the shaft, over and over. Jennifer could see how easily he would bring her off if she lowered her guard. There was something about the sensuous slowness of his tongue that was already making her cunt cream again, even though she'd just climaxed. The circling and lashing became gradually more insistent, and she felt her clit fatten, twitch, and stiffen in miniature erection. Her clit, she knew, was like a time bomb now, set to go off any second if he applied just the right touch. Again she closed her eyes and fought inwardly to ignore the heady waves of pleasure he was giving her.
'He ain't gonna make it this time,' sighed Jack. 'He's too slow. She's fightin' it.'
'Have faith,' chuckled Ouida. 'He can do it! I should know!'
'Ohhhh!' gasped Jennifer. He had taken her completely by surprise, deceiving her with his slow tonguing. Now, suddenly, his mouth and tongue seemed to be all over, flicking hotly into her anus, stuffing thickly into hex cunt, racing back again to circle her clit with dizzying speed. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt, and she almost wept as she fought down her arousal – a shame, a damned shame, not to be able to enjoy a performance like this! Then his tongue was in her cunt again, probing forcefully, giving indirect stimulation to clit and labia, sucking and licking ever deeper into her. The pleasure took her breath away, and she grunted to regain it, to resist. 'Uh, uh, UH!'
'Come, baby, come!' Jonathan chanted. 'Let's see you come!'
Jennifer briefly opened her eyes and saw her brother staring at her as though hypnotized. The others looked the same, some licking their lips as they watched. Laura was unconsciously playing with herself, rubbing her clit with her fingers.
Harold's fat tongue gave a prodigious thrust inside her, and Jennifer wailed loudly in unexpected climax, her lovely body writhing and twisting around the delicious impalement. Again came the mocking applause, the obscene remarks, as Harold withdrew, his face smeared with her cream.
'I'll be a sonofabitch!' laughed Kip, consulting his watch. 'He did it! Thirty seconds flat!'
Kip clapped him on the back, and the skinny poet modestly exclaimed, 'Oh, it was nothing, my friends! Just a little talent I invented to amuse Ouida.'
'I don't call, it 'nothing'!' replied Ouida, proudly wiping her lover's face with a handkerchief. 'I think you're a genius!'
Jennifer watched as if in a nightmare. She was beginning to hate them all, even the gentler ones like Kip and Ouida, because despite their differences in manner, they were all alike in one respect – their complete lack of compunction in using her as an object, a mere toy in their games. They cared nothing for her humiliation and protests. She prayed that they would release her now. Then she would go so far away that she'd never see any of them again.
'Well, now what?' asked Laura, always eager for new amusements. 'Should we set her up with the dog?'
Jennifer choked in horror – but was soon relieved to hear Ouida say, 'Oh, hey, that's a little too much! Like going from the bush leagues to the majors all in one night! She needs a few days of training, at least. I know, Harold, why don't you use the dildo on her? How long would it take to bring her off with that?'
There was excited inquiry about the dildo, and Harold produced it to delighted cries. 'An exact replica of my own cock,' he announced proudly. 'I will undertake to make her come in one minute with this little toy.'
Like hell you will, thought Jennifer. His fingers and tongue had been one thing, real human contact and difficult to withstand, but she surely could not be aroused by an artificial penis! The very idea of having the thing inside her was disgusting, but it would be worth it to beat Harold at his vile game.
She saw everyone squatting and kneeling around her to get a good view of the action, and she closed her eyes to spare herself as much humiliation as she could. Hands grasped her legs and spread them widely apart, and other hands slipped pillows under her ass so that her hips were raised and her slit exposed to everyone's view. Harold petted her pussy while Kip adjusted his watch. Jennifer heard excited breathing and a few titters and giggles. She blushed but held herself stiff and unyielding.
'Go!' cried Kip.
'Ooooo!' Jennifer hated herself for that cry. She experienced a delicious sense of cool penetration as Harold slipped the dildo into her cunt. She hadn't expected that. She flushed hotly as the poet inched the thing steadily deeper, the rubber tugging at her labia and clit as it advanced. Dear God, it was heavenly! She had wild visions of getting the little toy to herself, playing with it, giving herself endless strings of orgasms – it would be easy. But then she heard the others making crude remarks and came back to her senses.
'She sure does have a little cunt,' remarked Jack. 'You sure that thing ain't too big for her?'
'Oh, don't be silly, honey,' said Bonnie. 'She took Kip's cock and yours, and they're bigger than that!'
