This is the eleventh chapter in a twisted tale of Penny and Sean, and their many friends, not least among them Tara and Mike, who are running a party that is turning into an orgy at the moment. It is littered with group sex, reluctant dominance, willing submission, partner swapping, and unexpected pregnancy - and it is based on real life events and people. Readers might want to bear that in mind (truth is stranger,hotter, darker, more disturbing and arousing than fiction.) This story should stand alone for first time readers pretty well, as long as you don't mind the BDSM and Loving Wives style stuff that goes on here, but it will make more sense if you read the first ten chapters.
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Penny was in the main bedroom. She was on the bed with three guys. There was a queue.
She was riding one, reverse cowgirl style, his cock in her ass-hole. Another was fucking her pussy. The third was holding her head as she sucked him.
Half a dozen guys were sitting about, or lying on the floor or leaning against the walls watching her. They all had the satiated look of a man who has just fucked the girl who they are looking at. Another half dozen had the focused look of men watching the girl they are about to fuck.
Tara had pulled me into the room past five men outside, who complained about queue-jumping until she told them it was her house, her party and her rules, her bedroom and she was going to get her clothes. I had noticed in the past that few men argued with her when she used that tone. Certainly not when she was pregnant and naked. The bulky guy in the leather jacket who was filling the doorway was no exception. She gave him a stern look, and said "Out of my way Stevie. He's with me."
We had stopped inside the door, and I took the scene in. The men who were spent, the half dozen who were excitedly waiting, cocks in hands, some naked some half dressed. The one standing with his cock hard and ready on the other side of the bed, climbing up to place it just where her mouth would be if she turned her head around.
She did just that. The man who had been fucking her mouth released her head and she automatically turned to suck the other cock. No pressure, not forced or instructed, she just did it.
I looked around the room again. I recognised only one person, apart from Penny and Tara: Ian Finch.
I was surprised to see him. We had been at school together, and I knew he sometimes saw Mike, but I had not kept in touch. He was a Holy Roller in school: Bible club, Sunday school leader, choirboy. he was also going out with the very attractive Jill, who had been in Penny's class at school, and who I had always fancied. This did not look like his scene at all.
For that matter it didn't look like my scene either. For all that Penny seemed to be revelling in this, and for all my voyeurism and the fantasies I once had about watching her with a dozen guys, this sweaty, bestial reality was scary.
This wouldn't stop until the men got tired, or disgusted. She would get tired before them. Her body would be pounded, bruised, muscles stretched and sore. She would want to stop, to rest. It could turn to gang rape very easily.
For that matter, seeing her there, slightly stoned and very suggestible, being manhandled by four guys with her submissive persona turned up full, it was hard to say that this was really consensual.
This was out of control.
"Oh, shit."
I looked down. Tara was staring, wide eyed at the bed and the people on it. She grabbed my tee-shirt and pulled my head down to her level, speaking into my ear out of the side of her mouth. "Whatever you do Sean, be careful. This could get nasty. Keep your head."
I was still more than half stoned, so this seemed strangely amusing. I may have laughed. She gave me a withering look and said "Oh shit," again.
"Listen Sean, these guys in here are rockers from that club Mike and Frankie played in the last few weeks. Mike invited them, but they have a bad reputation. That's why the Punks are outside. They get on okay, and Mike is friends with some of each gang, but they won't let the Punks in until they are finished. And I mean, finished fucking her. All of them. Sean, I'm scared for her. These aren't nice guys. They will shag her all night, and wont care if she gets hurt. And if you get rowdy and try to stop it they will throw you out the window. I've heard about them. Rumour is some of them are connected. I'm sorry Sean, but I can't help here. I'm not even sure they'll listen to Mike."
"Get Naimh and Lucy," I suggested "They could help distract them. Get half a dozen girls to come up here and give Penny a hand, wear them out quick -- that lot in the living room are all about to shag each other anyway, and there are more girls than boys in there."
She gulped. "I'll try."
"I'll stay here." I left her and went over to where Ian was sitting, a beer in his hand looking bewildered.
I sat beside him and said "Hi."
He looked round at me and nearly had a heart attack.
"Jesus, Sean! Oh! Ah!" He looked scared.
"It's okay Ian, it's okay. Just tell me what happened. How the hell did Penny get into this? And what are you doing here with all these guys?"
He looked wild eyed "I, I... " he seemed to choke, swallowed, straightened up and looked me in the eye and said "I'm sorry, Sean, it's all my fault. Penny would never have... She... I..."
"What?"
"She had a few drinks, and so did I and... She said she was too hot and dizzy. She had tried some of those cigarettes that had been passed round. I think they might have been drugs. So she asked me to bring her up here to sit in the quiet for a bit, and, well, she said she was too hot, and she took off her dress. I said I would go out and keep the door closed so she wouldn't be disturbed but she asked me not to leave her alone, and she leaned up against me and..." Ian hesitated, and I knew what was coming next. He gathered his courage. "After a minute or two she said she felt better and, she said thank you and she gave me a kiss, and, well, no I." He gulped "I made a pass at her. And we... I don't know how, but we were, kissing and, well we got carried away, and.."
"She ended up naked with you on top?" I said, with a resigned air.
"No. Not quite. She was on top of me." Ian was keen to get the story right, to make a full confession. "And, she had taken my trousers off, and, we, well. Oh, Sean I am so sorry. Really I..."
"Okay Ian, get a grip. She got on you and rode you, yes? You were fucking? Yes?"
He was pale, and flinched at the 'F' word, but he nodded.
"Okay, so how did this lot get involved?"
"Well, they just walked in. There were two of them to start with. One of them opened the door and looked in, and laughed, and then closed it again. And then a minute later he came back with another guy, and they just walked in and stood and watched and laughed."
I could guess the rest, but I asked anyway. "What happened then?"
Ian was blushing now in shame. "Well, she was on top, you know? And she just carried on. She didn't seem to care."
"Yeah, and?"
"She sort of sat back, and, well, bounced. And they could see everything! And they were saying things, and joking and laughing."
"Okay, so..."
Ian was bright red now. He had sounded scandalised and indignant, now he was subdued. "It was kind of off putting. You know?"
I didn't feel he deserved any slack. So I asked him what he meant.
"I went off the idea. I couldn't do it any more," he blushed and shook his head. "They laughed even more. And one I them said to Penny 'looks like your boyfriend isn't up to it, you need a real man.' and she just looked him up and down and said 'Well let's see if you can do any better.'"
"Ah." I shook my head.
"He dropped his trousers and she climbed off me and pushed me away, and told him to lie down and he said "I prefer to be on top, and he just pushed her back and, and, well, he did it. And the other one went out the door. And they were still doing it when the whole crowd came in."
"I see. Well, that explains it," I said, and shook my head again in silent recognition if the hopelessness of it all.
Ian looked at me curiously and said "You okay?"
"Oh yeah." I gave him a cold glance "Of course I'm not okay. Oh don't worry, I'm alright about Penny getting off with you -- she has always fancied you, and well, she is kind of unstoppable, so , look it isn't your fault. I don't blame you. I won't tell Jill. Can I have a swig of your beer?"
Ian blanched at the sound of his girlfriend's name. "Oh heavens. Jill."
I took the beer from his unresisting hand. Panic was on his face.
"What will I tell her?"
"Up to you mate, but I won't say a word, and nor will Penny. They used to be good friends at school, it would be a pity to spoil that. Confession may be good for the soul mate, but given that you only fucked my girlfriend and didn't actually come in her, if you are good enough not to ruin her reputation in public I would suggest we call it quits and keep quiet about it. And about what is happening now. Not a word, Ian. No point in ruining her name, and your relationship with Jill, just because you both got drunk and she made a mistake. Yes?"
He nodded.
"Where did you get the beer?" I asked.
"That bloke gave me one." He nodded at the young man standing at the foot of the bed. "He came in with the rest of them. He seems to be in charge. He, he gave me this and told me to go and sit in the corner and then he told the guy who was with Penny to hurry up. And he told him, he said..." Ian blushed again.
"Tell me."
"He told him not to come in her. He said he, he didn't like, he said he..."
I fixed him with a stern look and said "Say it Ian, stop being such a fucking wuss. You just fucked my girlfriend and let her get in a gang bang, don't be so bloody coy."
He gave me a look of fear and blurted "He said he hated fucking a wet hole."
