She did not know how much time passed. She was not asleep, but she was certainly drunk, drunker than she'd ever been in her life. No wonder, one powerful gin and tonic after another – until now everything seemed vague and dim around her. Stupid of her to get smashed like that. How would she escape, if she couldn't even walk? Maybe she should try swimming ashore, getting sobered up by the cold water – if she could navigate while seeing double! No, no, that was stupid, too. She'd never make it, not in her condition.
"Ah, my dear, here you are!" Harold's wispy voice startled her. "I've been looking for you," he said. "Silly of you to hide away in a corner like this!"
Jennifer opened her eyes and saw him standing before her. Skinny, flabby, white, his long mane of silver hair disheveled. "What do you want?" she mumbled.
"I want to help you." He gave her a kindly smile, then sat down next to her, slipping one thin arm around her shoulders. She was too weary and drunk to pull away. He went on warmly, "Since the first time we met, I've been unable to help noticing your disgust, your crippling inhibitions. A terrible shame, my dear, in one so young! You shouldn't be all bottled up like this, so repressed and puritanical. You should be totally free to enjoy your body and all the things you can do with it, all the beautiful pleasures of sex."
"Beautiful?" Jennifer laughed cynically. "What we did in the circle – do you call that beautiful? Licking people's asses?"
"Why not?" replied Harold. "Why should the anus be a despised, forbidden part of the body? It gives pleasure, too. No source of pleasure should be ignored. If you could just lose your inhibitions, you'd believe this as firmly as I do. Tell me, have you ever masturbated?"
Jennifer blushed and answered coldly, "Certainly not!"
Harold laughed and shook his head. "There you go again! Condemning something you know nothing about! How can you just assume it's wrong, without trying it? Do you really believe it's evil?"
"Well, no," Jennifer admitted. "I suppose not. But I couldn't do it myself."
"Why not? There's nothing wrong with it – you've just said so – and it's loads of fun. I do it all the time, and so do my friends. Would you like me to show you how?"
Jennifer laughed. "I didn't know it was something that had to be taught!"
"Oh, well," Harold shrugged. "One can fumble around and do it in a primitive manner and get some results. But masturbation, like every other erotic technique, is an art. It has to be learned, and preferably learned from a master. I could show you some lovely things to do to yourself."
"Thank you," she said. "I'd rather you didn't."
He smiled mysteriously and, ignoring her remark, stood up. "Don't go away," he chirped. "I'll be right back." She watched his skinny ass and legs as he scurried away, hoping Ouida or some other woman would distract him. She wanted to be left alone.
But he was back in a moment, carrying his suit jacket. Something bulged in one pocket. "Now, wait till you see this!" he said enthusiastically. "Here's something that can give you hours of pleasure. Ouida loves it. Here, ever seen one of these before?"
He reached into the bulging pocket and pulled out an object. Jennifer looked at it and turned away. "Oh, my God," she said disgustedly. It was a dildo, she was sure of that. She'd seen them advertised before.
"Oh, have a look," urged Harold. "It won't bite."
Jennifer cast another glance at the dildo. It was fairly small, about the size of Harold's own little cock, and made of white rubber. He molded and bent it, to show her that it was flexible. "I had it modeled after my own," he said proudly. "So, Ouida would have something to play with when I'm away an lecture tours. Sweet, isn't it?"
Now that Jennifer took a closer look, she saw that the dildo was in fact an exact replica of Harold's erect prick. She could not help smiling at his eccentricity, and he seemed to take her smile for encouragement.
"Would you like me to use it on you?" he asked. "I'm very good at it."
"No!" snapped Jennifer. "Please take your nasty little toy and go play with someone else! I'm not at all interested!"
"Oh, come on!" he smiled. "Just see what it's like! It can't hurt, and I'm sure you'd enjoy it."
Still smiling at her, he gently laid his hand on the golden curls of her mons and inched a finger between the furry lips to rub her clit. Jennifer shivered and tried to draw away, but he kept his hand firmly in place. With his fingertip, he began to rub and circle the fat bud with such gentle expertise that she couldn't help but enjoy it. He had her wedged into the corner, and it was not easy to escape him. All the while he smiled sensually into her eyes.
"Pleasant, isn't it?" he murmured. "Spread your legs a little, my dear, and I'll put a finger in your cunt, too."
That brought Jennifer out of her daze. She seized his hand and pulled it away from her snatch. "Leave me alone!" she hissed. "Just go away and leave me alone!"
He only blinked. Then, turning to the others, he called, "May I have some help over here? The young lady is not being cooperative!"
Ouida and Jack came to his aid, and the others began to drift over to watch. Jennifer had only gotten to her knees when Jack seized her shoulders and forced her down on the rug and held her there. Ouida grabbed her ankles, spread her legs, and held her down.
"Ah, that's better!" sighed Harold. "Now perhaps I can convince her. She keeps refusing to have fun! It's quite pathetic!"
"Please," Jennifer began to sob. "Let me go! Jonathan, you know how I hate this sort of thing – please make them let me go!"
Her brother smiled down at her. "That's just the point, dear – you hate it. Harold will make you love it. Then there'll be no more of this silly talk about leaving the hotel."
"Be cool, okay?" Ouida encouraged her. "Harold is really an expert at this. You'll dig it."
"And remember the clog," Laura added. She was smiling, but her voice was menacing.
Jennifer sobbed but ceased to struggle. For the moment she was defeated, surrounded by an eager audience, threatened with worse – fucking a dog – if she did not cooperate. Ouida continued to hold her ankles and Jack her shoulders, while Harold grinned and rubbed his hands together.
"Just what do you have in mind?" Jonathan asked him.
"Oh, a little game," Harold chirped. "Just a little game. I was trying to convince your sister of the pleasures of masturbation. She refused to believe me. Now I'll have a chance to change her mind. Who would like to take me up on a bet? That I can make her come, using only my fingers, in exactly one minute?"
As bets were placed, Jennifer prepared herself against what was to come. Her only wish was to defy Harold to remain insensitive to whatever he did. If she did not, if she allowed him to arouse her, the humiliation would be more than she could bear. The bets having been taken care of, he turned to her again.
The others watched in grinning fascination as the little poet knelt beside Jennifer parted the golden curls of her snatch, and found her fat, red clit. "Did you ever see such a pretty pussy?" he remarked as he touched it. "Such an unusual color."
"Just the color that Jonathan is, right here," laughed Laura, patting Jonathan's crotch. "You certainly can tell they're twins!"
"Shit, yeah," said Jack. "I'd like to see 'em fuck. What about it, Jonathan? Do we get to see you making it with your sister?"
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."