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Beetlesmith's

By: dresbach



I would like to thank the wonderful Bella Mariposa for helping me re-edit this first chapter. Fixing the many typos and grammatical errors in the original text was long overdue, and I apologize for the delay. 

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It was probably the first warm day of the spring, and it was a fine time to wander about the city streets and reinvigorate the soul after such a long, dreary winter. It was a usual routine of mine during lunch, or just after work, to take in the city sights, and just window shop, or, most particularly, to girl watch. Spring, a time when a young man's fancy turns to love, and all that sanctimony.

So it was that I happened down a narrow street not far from where I worked, looking for the unusual. It was one of the older streets in the city, lined on both sides by moderately sized buildings characterized by late-Victorian style architecture. It was very rare to find such structures still standing with our ever increasing urban renewal projects where stone and brick are always given way to steel and glass, and so I thought it would be interesting to explore the street further. Occupying the ground floor of one such building was a small antique and curio shop with the most peculiar name, Beetlesmith's. In the window was the usual display of old books, furniture, and other antique paraphernalia; nothing really out of the ordinary, but being adventurous this day I decided to take a closer look at the inside of Beetlesmith's.

A small bell jingled as I entered the store. The wares on the interior appeared as ordinary, at least in an antique sense, as those on display in the exterior. There were shelves filled with leather-bound books, interspersed furniture and paintings, ancient armory and firearms, some jewelry and other antique bric-a-brac. Nearly everything was covered with a fine dust, and permeated by the subtle aroma of tobacco smoke and wood mold. A short and portly man, with thinning hair and rounded spectacles that rested along the end of his nose, remained seated behind a large glass counter. He was thumbing through one of his many books, seemingly unaware of my presence.

I asked, "Are you the proprietor?"

"Forgive me, I didn't hear the bell," the small man said, as he waddled toward me, "Old age you know, first go the eyes and then the hearing. Bartholomew Beetlesmith, proprietor and owner. How may I help you?"

"Well Mr. Beetlesmith, I'm not sure, but I'm always on the lookout for anything unique and out of the ordinary."

Beetlesmith began rattling off various items he had in his possession: a first edition Tom Sawyer and Moby Dick signed by the respective authors, various late seventeenth century settees, numerous Grecian and Roman urns, Chinese vases, Italian tapestries, more books, early American colonial and Civil War muskets, bed warmers, swords, cameos, rings and bracelets, and on and on, ad infinitum. All of which I found to be of very little interest.

I finally had to stop the antique roll-call, "I'm sorry Mr. Beetlesmith, but nothing is really striking my fancy."

Beetlesmith stopped his inventory and scratched his chin, "Well sir, you are a hard sell." He paused for a moment as if in thought, then inquired, "May I assume that you are a worldly man?"

"Worldly?"

"Yes, are you given over to...oh, how shall I say it...are you inclined toward excessive ecclesiastical ruminations?"

I almost laughed at his purposeful covertness, "If you mean am I overtly religious: then no, I am not a particularly religious man."

His face brightened, "Well then, I may have just the thing for you. Please come with me."

Beetlesmith led me back to the counter where he had been seated when I first entered. From a shelf, he pulled out a small glass vial, which looked similar to those that would contain a very expensive perfume, but now held a purplish liquid. He held it forward so that I could take a closer look, but he would not allow me to touch.

My curiosity was piqued, "What is it?"

Leaning toward me, and in hushed tones so that not even the moldering books could hear, he said, "This, sir, is the world's most effective and powerful aphrodisiac."

I stepped back and laughed, "You guessed correctly Mr. B. that I am a worldly man, and as such please refrain from treating me like a rube. Really Mr. B., rhinoceros horn and Spanish fly? In the way you built up this item, with such theater and in such hushed tones, I had expected something less pedestrian and fraudulent than folklore and wives tales."

"Pardon me sir. It was not my intention to imply that you are a fool. You and I both know that the substances you mentioned are mere placebos, and cause no actual biochemical change in the subject. This, which I hold in my hand is...how would you say it...the genuine article. You see sir, in my younger days I was a chemist for one of the larger pharmaceutical companies, and quite good at my trade, if I do say so. Anyway, I came upon this formula and its effects, quite by accident. I won't bore you with the details, but over the years I have perfected its biochemical interactions. It is, and I say this in all modesty, one hundred percent effective on any and all subjects you desire to try it on."

"What is it then, something like Rohypnol?"

It was Mr. Beetlesmith's turn to project outrage, "Rohypnol! Please sir, Rohypnol is nothing but a knock-out potion used by pathetic, wannabe necrophiliacs. Anyone caught administering that drug should be beaten to an inch of their life and then forever banished from polite society." Beetlesmith calmed himself and smiled before continuing, "No sir, unlike Rohypnol, the person who ingests my elixir remains perfectly cognizant, and, in effect, becomes not only a willing participant, but an actual instigator in any...how should I say it...nocturnal activities you so desire."

Obviously, I was skeptical of his claims, but decided to humor him a bit further out of morbid curiosity, "Well how does it work if I may ask?"

"In short, the elixir works by greatly elevating the hormones that affect the libido, while simultaneously dampening those synaptic connections in the brain, specifically within and from the cerebral cortex that regulate the more moral and ethical tendencies of human nature. In layman's terms, the person under the effects of my elixir will experience overwhelming sexual desire while losing any normal inhibitions that could counteract those desires. I'm afraid I am not at liberty to say any more on the subject. Trade secrets you understand."

"Mr. B, please forgive my continued skepticism, but if this so called elixir did as you claim, then why not mass produce it and make a fortune?"

Beetlesmith smiled, "Believe me when I say that I have given considerable thought on that very subject, but over the years I have had many unpleasant run ins with the more pious members of society, as well as with members of certain women's groups. Needless to say I have learned to keep buyer transactions clandestine so to speak, and limit knowledge of my discovery to a small, yet distinguished Clientele such as yourself. Trust me sir, I have no want for money. I am doing quite well."

I was pondering Beetlesmith's words when I heard the entrance bell jungle, and in walked another potential customer. Beetlesmith recognized him immediately, "Ah Mr. Jasper, please come in, I have your order ready if you will just come back here with me." Beetlesmith turned back toward me, "Would you excuse me Mr...?"

"Henry, William Henry," I responded.

"I'll only be a moment, Mr. Henry."

As Beetlesmith waddled toward the back of the store, the newly arrived Mr. Jasper stood several paces from me, humming to himself. In looks, he was similar to Mr. Beetlesmith. In fact, they could have passed for brothers; diminutive, pudgy, and he wore thick glasses with heavy frames. The only real difference between the two was that Jasper appeared younger and sported a fuller head of hair, beard and mustache.

A few moments later, Beetlesmith came back with the man's order, which consisted of two vials of the purplish liquid that Beetlesmith had just been trying to sell me.

Jasper didn't take the vials right away, but looked at me sideways for a moment before Beetlesmith assured him of my trustworthiness, "Not to worry Mr. Jasper, I can vouch for Mr. Henry's character. In fact, with a little more prodding, I do believe he may become another of my valued customers."

With that, Mr. Jasper put the two vials in his pocket, and proceeded to slide a large roll of bills across the counter at Beetlesmith. Jasper went back to his humming, while Beetlesmith went about counting the large roll. I watched the whole spectacle with disbelief.

Finally, Beetlesmith counted the last of the bills and put the cash in a safe behind him, "Everything seems to be here, down to the last penny. See you in another month, Mr. Jasper?"

Jasper nodded his head in affirmation and turned to leave. Then, for a brief moment, he paused, smiled knowingly at me and winked, before continuing on his way.

What an odd little man. I watched him leave the store as Beetlesmith started to resume our previous conversation, "Now where were we Mr. Henry? Oh, that's right, mass production..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but didn't that Mr. Jasper character just buy the item in question?" Beetlesmith nodded, and then I asked, "Exactly how much do you charge?"

"A very reasonable rate, I assure you sir, one thousand dollars." He said it as if he were quoting me the price of a fast food hamburger. I stood there, mouth agape, as he tried to justify his price, "But for that thousand dollars you will be able to administer ten to twelve applications. If you look at it that way, the cost is rather inexpensive given the effectiveness of the product. A very good bargain; more bang for the buck, as it were." Beetlesmith laughed to himself over his double entendre.

"That's to be seen Mr. B, but you really can't expect me to shell out that much cash on nothing more than your word alone, and the allure and promise of what is really a fable, no matter how powerful or persuasive your word may be."

Beetlesmith pointed in the direction of the departed Mr. Jasper as proof of the validity of his claim. Having guessed this inference, I cut him to the quick, "Yes, I'm sure Mr. Jasper believes in the effectiveness of your elixir, as I'm sure there are many in the world that would pay just as high a price for rhinoceros horn, but each of their results, elixir and powdered horn alike, may just be as poor."

"You wound me Mr. Henry," Beetlesmith said with some incredulity, "But please, before you render your final decision about my elixir, allow me the chance to put forward my final offer." I nodded out my morbid curiosity so that Beetlesmith could conclude his pitch, "Now Mr. Henry, if I were proposing to sell you a car for what would be a large sum of money, I certainly wouldn't expect you to buy it sight unseen, or without, at least, taking it for a test drive? Of course I wouldn't. Nor would you purchase it without first kicking the tires and checking under the hood, so to speak."

I again nodded in agreement.

With that, Mr. Beetlesmith slid a small baggie across the counter. In it were two small tabs that looked remarkably similar to windowpane or blotter, drug paraphernalia that I had not seen since the days of my youth.

"What's this," I inquired, sarcastically, "Acid?"

Beetlesmith chuckled knowingly, "The delivery system is the same I suppose, but instead of acid, as you so descriptively put it, each tab is laced with a mere drop of my elixir. As to its application, administer one tab and one tab only per individual, either by allowing it to dissolve in their drink, or in their food. Hot fluids such as tea or coffee work the best. Now depending on the subject's body mass and metabolism, the effects of the elixir will start anywhere between fifteen and thirty minutes after ingesting, and will last, depending again on their body mass, etcetera, anywhere between three and five hours. If you are planning on participating directly, you should ingest a tab yourself; however, if you are content on just observing and...how shall I say it...directing the festivities, then it is not necessary for you to take one. Will two tabs be enough?"

"More than enough I should think," I said, still with some skepticism, and then added, "And at the end of it all, the subjects, as you call them, have no memory of the festivities, as you call it?"

Beetlesmith was surprised by my question, "You misunderstand me Mr. Henry, whoever ingests the elixir is always cognizant about what is happening, and as such, when the potion wears off they will have perfect recollection of the events. However, because there is no distortion of reality associated with the elixir, the person assumes it was a randy evening, and nothing more."

All of this was getting increasingly difficult to swallow, but I continued to ask questions anyway, "I have to ask, but what are the side effects?"

Beetlesmith shook his head, "No immediate side effects, except that the subject, or subjects, will remain somewhat groggy for about twelve hours after the elixir wears off."

"Groggy, you mean like a hangover?"

"Nothing quite so acute. It's more of a feeling one gets after a bad night's sleep, a pervasive feeling of listlessness, but these effects wear off quickly."

I was about to accept the baggie when Beetlesmith snapped his fingers, "Oh, before I forget, a word of warning, do not allow the subject to drink too much alcohol in conjunction with the elixir. The combination has a boomerang effect, and by too much, I mean more than five or six ounces. The effect is not particularly dangerous or harmful, but it is unpleasant for all those involved." I thought that was an odd statement but I let it pass so that Beetlesmith could conclude his instructions, "But no need to bother yourself with these particulars now, we can go over this information in more detail when you come back tomorrow to purchase a full vial."

I laughed mildly at his bravado, "You mean if I come back."

Beetlesmith acted like he hadn't heard my response, and checked his watch, "Oh look at the time. It's after closing." He placed the baggie with the two tabs in my hand, and walked me to the front of the store, "Just remember, Mr. Henry, tomorrow's a Saturday, and I close promptly at noon. Have a good evening, sir."

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Along the whole drive home I continued to have the same debate between whether or not Mr. Beetlesmith was either a certifiable loon, or a biochemical genius. Generally when things sound too good to be true, they usually are, too good to be true—which is another way of saying the whole thing is a fantasy. So I was leaning toward the former position.

The elixir was either a fabulous practical joke played on yours truly—but why go to all that trouble to fool a stranger you will never see again?—or it was real; or, at least, real enough to have someone pay a thousand dollars. That was my quandary: fabulous hoax or unbridled fact, and either possibility really didn't make any sense.

Oh, but this can't be true, aphrodisiacs are a myth, and no amount of slick salesmanship can change that fact. Still, from all I could tell, Mr. Beetlesmith seemed sincere—but so are a great many, successful con men.

Well, we shall see, because I had the perfect test subjects waiting for me at home.

The first subject was an obvious one, my wife Karen. Now that Karen and I have crept into middle age it has become obvious to both of us that our sex life isn't setting the world afire. We have fallen into a rut, which neither of us has really attempted to pull us out of. Now, I have suggested that we change up our sex life by introducing role playing or adult toys, but, for reasons known only to her, she has been reluctant to go in these directions. I think part of the problem lies in the fact that with middle age comes expanding middle girth. Both of us have been putting on the pounds, Karen more so than me, and I think this is affecting her psyche. She just doesn't see herself as desirable anymore, and probably thinks other people, including me, do not desire her as well. Nothing could be further from the truth. She is, for want of a better phrase, pleasantly plump, a condition I find very alluring. Her breasts are much bigger, full and firm, and her hips, although wider now, has a natural, seductive sway when she walks. Yes, even after twenty years of marriage, and ten more pounds added, I still thought Karen as hot. I've told her so, a number of times, and although she thanked me for the compliments, I don't think she really believed me. The mirror is telling her a different story.

The second subject for my little experiment is an even bigger enigma than Karen. Gloria Resik has been a friend of ours for almost as long as Karen and I have been married, and for the last few days has been visiting us from out of town. Gloria is a registered nurse, and manages the intensive care ward at one of the larger hospitals in her home city. Her drive to reach the pinnacle of her profession has probably contributed to her current marital state, which is single; and not just divorced single, or widowed single, but single-single, as in never really dated, single, an actual forty year old virgin, single. I asked Karen about this, and whether or not she thought Gloria was a lesbian, albeit a closeted one. Karen was positive, or as positive as one can be about another person, that Gloria was not a lesbian—which is still hard for me to believe—and that Gloria was, indeed, a virgin—which is even harder for me to believe.

Part of her problem is that Gloria tends to have the lethal combination of possessing both an overbearing personality that most men find off-putting, including myself at times, coupled with plain looks. She's not ugly, nor homely, just plain. She's a very plain Jane, and because of her personality, her looks never provided enough of an enticement to keep men attentive. There are also other problems with Gloria that stem from early childhood scars, but there's no point relaying them now. In our long discussions together, Karen came to the conclusion that Gloria just wasn't comfortable in her own skin, and because of that, she was never comfortable enough to get close to a man, or sexually close to anyone, for that matter.

There was the test, all laid out at home for me in happenstance, and no greater test could I even purposefully devise for Mr. Beetlesmith's elixir. Could his potion actually work in turning a wife, who was slowly creeping into sexual atrophy, if not downright frigidity, and a self-imposed celibate, into two, insatiable, seductive nymphomaniacs?

That was my plan anyway. For most of tonight I would just sit back, watch, and direct the potential passion play.

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By the time I reached the outskirts of my town, I had convinced myself that if Beetlesmith's elixir only delivered on a quarter of what was advertised, this would shape up into an exciting evening. I considered stopping by the local adult novelty store and pick up some props that my test subjects could use to enliven the evening more, but decided against it. There was no point in making myself out to be more of a chump than I would, if the elixir was a hoax.

I got home to find the house empty. Karen and Gloria must be out shopping. Instead of waiting for their arrival I decided to start dinner for the three of us, which was always a welcome gesture by Karen, and putting her into a more relaxed and generous mood.

It was only a short while before I heard the car pull into the garage. The two women entered the house with arms full of merchandise, bought during a daylong shopping spree.

"Oh, you're making dinner, how sweet," Karen said with surprise, and then added while batting her eyelids, "Notice anything different about me?"


Beetlesmith's Ch. 02



What follows are chapters 2 through 5 of my 'Beetlesmith's' saga. The first chapter, undesignated, can be found under the 'Mind Control' genre, or by going to my 'Member's Page' and clicking on the appropriate link. The story follows the exploits of Will Henry, who has been given the ultimate aphrodisiac by a man named Beetlesmith. These next four chapters are a continuation of that narrative.

Most importantly, I must thank Bella Mariposa, who was kind and patient enough to edit these the first draft of this mess; and hopefully, subsequent chapters as well. To say that she greatly improved the readability of the text would be a grand understatement. Any errors that remain in syntax, characterization, or plotting are clearly the fault of the author, and no other. Thank you again, Bella. Now, let me top off that glass for you.

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I woke early. Both women were still sleeping heavily, exemplified by the almost stereophonic snoring that was coming from either side of me. Although I had many hours before I needed to be in the city, there was no way I was going to be able to drop back into sleep, so I decided to start preparing for the busy day ahead. After stepping under the hot water of the shower, I heard the bathroom door open. Thinking that it was Karen, I offered her an invitation, "Care to join me?"

"I'd love to."

It wasn't Karen, however, but Gloria and it looked as if she was still under the influence of the elixir. I was suddenly worried. It had been almost eight hours since I gave her the spiked coffee, far longer than the three hours Beetlesmith had said the influence of the drug would last. Yet here she was and still imbued with obvious sexual arousal. Why hadn't the drug worn off?

As she stepped into the shower I could see that her pupils were dilated, a symptom I failed to notice in either of the two women last night, and which gave her eyes an even more ravenous, predatory look. She took the bar of soap from me, and with a seductive smile playfully began lathering my cock and balls.

I was immediately hard. Gloria continued to gently play and stroke my shaft and head with her fingertips.

"Where's Karen?" I asked, tying to get a handle on what was going on.

"Sleepyhead's still asleep," she said nonchalantly, and then pulling my head down close to hers, said, "Give us a kiss."

Before I could say anything, she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth as she continued to gently stroke my shaft. Half of me thought I should pull away from her so that I could organize my thoughts and figure out what was going on, and my other half was screaming, 'What; are you fucking nuts? Fuck her brains out, you moron.'

She must have felt my uncertainty, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied, "I just thought after you went to sleep last night that..."

She laughed cutting me off, and said teasingly, "I don't know what came over me last night. I guess I was overwhelmed by the thought of finally being fucked by the wonderful Will and his fat cock."

'Finally?' Is that what she said? How long has she been harboring these thoughts, and what kind of a can of worms had I just opened? A whole plethora of paranoid delusions started running through my mind all at once. Are the effects of the elixir permanent? If not, did I inadvertently turn my friend into some raging slut, or worse, did I just unlock a secret desire of hers about the two of us becoming an item?

She lay on the floor of the shower, and spread her legs while casually fingering her pussy. A seductive smile curled her lips before she said, "How did Karen put it? Oh yeah, fuck me until my nose bleeds."

Oh well, I'll worry about that other stuff later.

I tried to start slow like I had envisioned last night, but Gloria would have none of that, and grabbing both sides of my ass, pulled me forcefully into her.

"There's no point in us being timid now, Will."

'Well, so much for gentle,' I thought, as I plunged into her. Loud slapping sounds reverberated throughout the bathroom as I slammed against her water-soaked groin. I felt Gloria trying to pull me further in, her nails digging hard into my ass, all the time demanding, "Fuck my pussy harder."

Her black on deep blue, dilated eyes never left mine. They were unnatural, lifeless as doll's eyes; they remained transfixed on me, unblinking, even when large droplets of water ran into them.

Still murmuring in my ear, 'Harder...Faster,' Gloria wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me tight against her. My ear was close to her mouth, and with each violent thrust I could hear the breath being forced out of her lungs with a soft 'har,' that was quickly followed with a coarser, 'der,' as she tried to replace the air that was lost.

While I pounded into her, I kept thinking about what I had done and what I was doing. Until now, I had always thought of Gloria platonically, much more of a friend or even a sister than a potential lover. Even during last night's festivities, with her and Karen taking turns sucking my cock, I couldn't see Gloria as anything but a dear friend; a lustful one to be sure, but a friend nonetheless. It was different now. I won't call it love, but I know it wasn't just lust anymore. I was beginning to care for her more than I would a sister or a friend, and with each of her little girl pleadings of 'harder,' whispered passionately into my ear, I knew she was feeling the same way about me. The logical, rational half of me knew that what was transpiring between us was all due to the effects of the elixir; but deep down within me, in a darker region, my other half hoped that I was wrong.

I could tell she was getting close as her fingers pressed firmly into my back, and her pleas of 'harder,' became louder and more frequent. I kissed her hard. She greedily sucked on my tongue while grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head tight against hers. Her breath was coming forcefully through her nose, and in almost perfect rhythm with my inward lunges.

She pulled my head away from hers, and gasped with a hint of embarrassment, "Do that thing to me with your finger."

It was a cryptic demand, but I knew what she meant. However, instead of complying immediately I began to tease, "What thing?"

"You know," she said, while putting her hand over my buttocks as a hint.

"You liked that?" I asked playfully.

"Oh yes...Please."

I pushed firmly against her anus, not enough to cause penetration, but enough to cause her cheeks to clench momentarily. For the first time since she joined me in the shower, her static, doll-like eyes exhibited signs of life as her lids narrowed in obvious pleasure.

She went rigid beneath me, and began moaning loud and uncontrollably. I pushed my finger further in; barely getting the first knuckle passed her sphincter, but it was enough as I felt the heels of her feet hitting the back of my legs in uncontrolled spasm.

Neither of us moved. We lay quietly together, allowing the warm water of the shower to continue washing over us. Finally catching her breath, Gloria said, "Holy crap. Why did I wait so long?"

I smiled, and said with false bravado, "You're welcome. Your nose isn't bleeding but I don't think you'll complain," I turned more serious, "I still didn't believe it until now, but you really haven't been with a man before. Sometime you're going to have to tell me why."

She didn't answer me, but instead sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. I continued to stare at her, wanting an answer, and when she knew her mock gesture of ignorance wouldn't satisfy my curiosity, she just said, "Does it really matter?"

She wasn't going to tell me. Whatever her reasons, she was going to keep them sequestered away in her heart.

I kissed her, and said, "No, I guess it doesn't."

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Traffic into the city was unusually heavy for a Saturday, but the slow going gave me time to think about the events of last evening. I pinched myself to make sure this wasn't some elaborate dream my mind concocted. After all that had happened I still couldn't believe that a substance like Beetlesmith's elixir existed, and more importantly that I was privy to it. I thought about all of the various sexual scenarios that would be induced by its application tonight with Karen, Gloria and me, as well as in subsequent days and nights with other...how did Beetlesmith phrase it? ...with other participants. My mind was reeling with anticipation. However, uneasiness crept into my consciousness. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, except to say that my disquiet stemmed from what I witnessed in the behavior of the two women.

Both of them had been adversarial with one another, Gloria more so than Karen, which I initially prescribed to the deleterious effects of combining the elixir with what little alcohol they had consumed. But the more I thought about this the more I rejected that possibility. For one, Gloria exhibited a high degree of jealousy and envy toward Karen, and it was an emotion I had never seen in her. Still, the circumstances of last night were unusual to say the least, and unusual situations can often bring out abnormal behavior in people, so her outbursts may still just be due to the elixir. Yet, the more I thought of Gloria and her reaction the more I came to realize that what she displayed was not normal, green-eyed envy. There was more of a tone of rebuke behind her jealous tirades, which gave her envy a flavor of disappointment. Not in herself, but in Karen. It's how one would feel if you knew of a friend were squandering a great talent.

I thought about what Gloria said in one of her tantrums with Karen, 'You've got it all, the great house, the great life, and it's all provided for you...,'

How was she going to finish that statement? '...and you're pissing it all away?'

Then there was that bit later in the evening, after Karen had teased her about her naiveté, 'Maybe Will should ask you how you got to be such a good cocksucker yourself, because from what you tell me it isn't from sucking on Will's stiffy.'

I laughed at myself. Now I was just being paranoid. I was taking two statements, said in a momentary fit of anger and jealousy, and blowing them out of proportion. In reality, Gloria was just getting back at Karen by trying to make her feel awkward and embarrassed just as Karen had done to her.

At least that's what I told myself as I pulled up in front of Beetlesmith's store.

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All things were as I had left them yesterday. The familiar bell jingled as I entered his shop. There was the same, now pleasant, musty aroma of old bric-a-brac, dust, and mold wafting into my nostrils; and behind his counter Mr. Beetlesmith still sat, thumbing through another of his books.

Beetlesmith lifted his eyes toward me when he heard the bell, and a large grin crossed his face before he said, "Well, Mr. Henry, I thought you would have gotten here earlier. It's near closing."

"I'm sorry Mr. Beetlesmith, but I was tied up at home and traffic was a bear."

"No matter," he said empathetically, "You're here now and that's what counts. I take it events went well last night?"

"You, sir, are a goddamn genius!"

Beetlesmith turned slightly red at my coarsely stated compliment, and chuckled, "As I tried to tell you yesterday, sir. I take it from your reaction that last night was a rousing success?"

"To say the least."

"Good to hear...Very good to hear. You know there's an old adage you've probably heard that I've co-opted as my own, 'Liquor may be quicker, but my elixir is absolute,'" Beetlesmith laughed to himself before continuing, "Now, down to brass tacks, as it so happens I have a brand new batch of my elixir. I mixed the concoction together just last night. So now that you've checked under the hood and kicked the tires, so to speak, how many vials of my elixir will you need?"

I said slightly embarrassed, "I'm just an underpaid, professional Ad man, Mr. B.; I'll only be buying the one vial at this time, unless you're willing to take credit or a check."

"I'm sorry sir, but in these matters I deal strictly in cash. And no need for embarrassment, Mr. Henry, one vial or one hundred, it's all good as far as I'm concerned," Mr. Beetlesmith suddenly dropped his smile and became serious, "Now, before we conclude our transaction there are a few things I need to impress upon you."

"Impress upon me?"

"Yes, it's something I do with all of my first time clients. Sort of my own buyer beware warning label, so to speak," Beetlesmith cleared his throat before continuing, "When I told you yesterday that there were no side effects, I was not being entirely forthright..."

"Goddamn it, don't tell me now that I gave my wife something dangerous..."

Beetlesmith quickly cut me off, "No sir, there are no short term effects to my elixir except those that I mentioned to you yesterday, but I want to emphasize the phrase, 'short term,'" Beetlesmith paused for a moment to note my look of relief, and then he continued, "However, there are certain...how shall I say this...there are certain long term complications that may develop with its chronic use."

"Such as?"

"Well one is psychological. In fact you may have noticed something to its effect this morning that is if any of the other participants were awake."

I started to get mad again, "Goddamn it; you just told me there were no short term effects, and now you're implying some sort of potential psychological problem could have occurred this morning. That sounds pretty short term."

"I'm sorry Mr. Henry. I should have made myself clearer and just have said there is no permanent damage, psychological or otherwise, after only one application."

He sounded disingenuous and waffling, which was not helping my ire or my trust in him. What in the hell had I unwittingly done to Karen and Gloria? I started to stammer something but he cut me off again.

"Please, let me finish. I believe if you give me a chance to explain I can alleviate your fears," he waited for me to nod my head before continuing, "Can I assume that the other participants were still in the mood this morning?"

I nodded my head again.

Beetlesmith smiled smugly as if he was pleased with himself, and then continued, "I thought so. It happens with almost everyone. It's a mild after effect of the elixir, what I lovingly term its 'Afterglow,' but it isn't permanent. Afterglow lasts for about one or two hours after waking. So, even though the elixir itself has been thoroughly metabolized and flushed out of one's system, the psychological effects of being in an enhanced erotic state still linger for a time."

"But it isn't permanent?" I quickly added with some apprehension.

"No, not at this time," he assured me, "She, and I assume it's a she, will be back to normal by the time you return, although they will be lethargic for the rest of the day," Beetlesmith paused again to make sure I understood before continuing, "But you must understand how my elixir works to fully appreciate these side effects. Remember what I said yesterday, that the elixir elevates the libido while simultaneously dampening our moral and ethical tendencies of human nature.

"I like to think of the dampening effects of morals as brick walls that can be breached only under extreme conditions. These walls perform a dual purpose of first shielding us from external pressures of immorality. Not just what one might construe as immoral sexual behavior, but a whole host of legitimate sociopathic behavior as well; behavior such as theft, violent aggression, or even murder. It keeps us from being swayed by the power of suggestion of others. Think how easy it is to influence a child to do something untoward compared to an adult. This is because a child has not built up the necessary walls in behavior to keep them from being so easily swayed. Do you understand me so far?"

"Yes, I think so" I said, "But you mentioned dual purpose."

"Well morals are a two-way street. That is to say that we all have a dual nature, a propensity of doing either good or bad."

"Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," I said.

Beetlesmith brightened, "Yes, exactly right Mr. Henry, we are all part Jekyll and Hyde. That's very perceptive of you. These moral walls, as I call them, also inhibit us from acting out our most salacious thoughts. Now, none of us are pure of thought but most of us are pure of deed, and that's because these moral walls restrain us, much to society's benefit. Imagine the anarchy that would ensue if we all acted on our impulses. No one would be safe, and society as we know it would crumble. So these walls both shield us from the suggestion of others, as well as shield others from the Mr. Hyde's that live in all of us."

"I take it then that your elixir breaks down these so-called walls."

"Correct again, Mr. Henry, although I would say dismantles the walls rather than breaks, because once the elixir wears off the metaphorical walls are rebuilt."

"I still don't understand this lingering psychological effect, as you put it, why does it occur if your walls are put back in place?"

"You have to remember that our psychological inhibitions are not issued to us at birth but are built up slowly over a long period of time, and they also vary with the individual. Some individual's walls are formidable, like a castle's bulwark; while another's may be low and easily breached, like a stone wall that separates good neighbors. However, whether the wall is strong or weak, they exist, we all have them, and they are all dismantled by the elixir to one degree or another. But I should add that once dismantled, it takes time to build the inhibitions back up again. That's what I call the Afterglow effect."

"I understand your analogy, but what I'm not getting is where the implied danger lies. If our psyches are put back to normal once the elixir wears off, then where is the permanent damage you hinted at?"

"The damage may occur with chronic use of the elixir. If I may go back to my brick wall analogy, consider what may happen when our metaphorical wall is continually being dismantled. Over time some of the bricks may chip, splinter, or crack, some may even break or crumble into dust if overused. The net effect in all of this is that with chronic use of the elixir, our metaphorical walls may not be built up as quickly or completely as they once were, and in extreme cases they may never be built back up at all."

"It will create sociopaths?" I asked.

"Potentially, yes, but only in extreme cases," he emphasized.

I then asked the sixty-four thousand dollar question, "What is an extreme case? Exactly what do you mean by chronic use?"

Beetlesmith thought for a moment before answering, "It's hard to put a concrete number on it given that I've never really studied the effects empirically; however, anecdotally I would say three to four times a week over a period of two and a half to three years could create a psychotic effect."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Beetlesmith you had me worried for a minute. I couldn't afford such an indulgence."

"All the same Mr. Henry, but I keep a pretty jaundiced eye on the amount each of my client's are buying, and if I feel they are overindulging, to use your phrase, I will cut them off. I had to do this a couple of times over the years, much to the clients' consternation."

"And that's all that I have to worry about?"

"No, there are certain physical complications that will develop. They are not nearly as dire as the potential psychological complications, but they are a nuisance, and, unfortunately, they are inevitable and irreversible. I can best illustrate the physical effects with a picture," Beetlesmith said, as he handed me a photograph.

The photograph was of a fairly young man, arms folded in front of him as he leaned against a tree. He was probably no more than thirty, very fit and handsome. Some would even say he was dashing, with a full head of hair, and sporting a large grin. All in all, he was a near perfect example of a male human being, and one who probably turned the heads of many a young lady. Looking closer at his face I could see a cursory resemblance to Mr. Beetlesmith, and assumed that the man in the photograph was a nephew, or possibly a much younger, distant cousin.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 02



"I'm not sure I understand, is this a relative of yours?"

Beetlesmith chuckled at the irony of my question, "I should say so. That's a photo of me. It was taken by my wife about ten years ago on the day I discovered the elixir."

Words couldn't begin to describe the differences I saw between the Mr. Beetlesmith standing before me and the man in the photograph. Whereas Beetlesmith was at best five foot seven inches tall, the man in the photo looked to be closer to six foot. Beetlesmith was balding, short and squat, with a slight hunch to his shoulders as if he suffered from what I thought was chronic back pain. The man in the photos was none of those things; tall, fit and trim. A near perfect physical example of a man. Mr. Beetlesmith was his exact opposite, and if what he said were true, then Beetlesmith could not be more than forty, but the man who stood in front of me now looked not a day younger than sixty.

Oh, but that's impossible. This must be some sort of joke.

Beetlesmith guessed what I was thinking, "The contrast is striking, isn't it? If only I knew then what I know now then I would not have so overindulged in my own creation."

"This is hard for me to believe," I finally said.

"I find it hard to believe that by this time and after all that you have experienced, you would still doubt me," Beetlesmith said with a hint of acrimony, "My father used to say to me that there are no free lunches in this world, and so it is with my elixir. A price will be paid for the ultimate aphrodisiac. I will add that the effects vary with the individual. Some have been using it for quite a while and only show the barest signs of deterioration. Others, however..."

Beetlesmith didn't finish his statement, there was no need. I knew what he said was true, and I knew what had happened to the others. They quickly became like that Mr. Jasper, who I met yesterday. Now I understood why he and Beetlesmith looked so much like brothers, they both overindulged.

I was at a crossroads. My head was telling me to run like hell, and never go back. Leave Beetlesmith's, and leave the elixir. Christ, leave the fucking money if you have to, but just leave and go back to your normal life. However, my heart, or should I say another of my organs, was singing a more seductive tune. You're here with the cash, just buy the one vial. One vial won't do you that much damage; think of the pleasure...think of the fun. Just take the one vial. You don't have to come back for more.

I slid the money across the counter.

"Excellent!" Mr. Beetlesmith exclaimed, "A wise decision. You won't be disappointed. Now, before we conclude our transaction there is one more item we need to address."

"Yes?" I said weakly and with great apprehension, thinking this is where he tells me my dick will fall off after so many years of use.

"You are not to tell anyone of its existence. Not your wife, sweethearts, close family members, no one can know. Ever. I relish my anonymity, and wish no unwanted visitors to my store asking about fabled love potions. Agreed?"

I nodded my head, and upon which he slid three sheets of paper across the counter. On each page were about thirty names listed in alphabetical order. Many of the names I didn't recognize, but there were a few I did. They were very famous names, people known as movers and shakers in politics and industry. I was also listed, highlighted as a matter of fact.

"What's this?"

"That's my insurance policy, Mr. Henry. It's a list of all my valued customers. Everyone gets the list, so everyone knows who's a customer of mine. Now, if by some chance I get the impression that my elixir is becoming common knowledge to those not on my list, then I will cut everyone, and I mean everyone, off from my elixir. And to be blunt, I've exercised that clause more than once. It was a very unpleasant experience for all concerned. So this is my guarantee. I don't think I need to tell you that some of my customers are people of immense power and influence. And I don't think I have to tell you how angered they all would be if they were suddenly denied access to my elixir. I can't be sure exactly what they'll do, but I can guess it will be unpleasant," he paused and slid the small vial of elixir across to me, and then finished saying, "Remember Mr. Henry, silence is golden."

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On the drive home I wondered what kind of Faustian bargain I had made. The allure of unlimited sexual power over anyone in the world, in exchange I end up as an over-sexed gnome. If I end up looking like Beetlesmith then I'm really going to need the elixir to get laid.

Then there was the not too veiled threat at the end, 'Powerful people can make one's life unpleasant.' What would happen if, just by chance, one of the other clients decided to spill the beans? Who would get the blame? Why, the new guy on the list, of course. One thing I will say is that these new complications put my earlier concerns about Karen right out of my mind.

First thing I decided was I would use it very sparingly, maybe once or twice a year or so, starting tonight, of course. This was going to be a very rich delicacy I would only indulge in on special occasions. Second, after the rare event I would watch for any telltale signs for any of the physical or psychological abnormalities that may develop, in that way I may be able to take greater precautions and moderate the elixir's use better.

I had left Beetlesmith's in too great a hurry. What were the first signs of problems, physical or psychological? If one took the elixir once a year as I plan, would the side effects manifest at all, or were they truly inevitable no matter the dosage? Would just one application produce the deleterious side effects regardless of whether I took another? I even forgot to ask him about combining the elixir with alcohol.

I had so many questions and no answers. Were the risks worth the reward? Unlimited sexual power over anyone; I kept repeating that phrase as I drove into my town, and knew that at this time the reward was worth the risk. So much so that along the way I decided to stop off at the Adult Novelty Store for a few marital enhancements.

When I got home, I saw that the house was apparently empty. I figured Karen and Gloria had gone shopping again, so I decided to wait for them on the patio and organize my thoughts in the interim. However, when I walked out into the back of my home I was surprised to find Gloria sitting at the patio table, staring blankly at the horizon.

"Where's Karen?" I asked, inadvertently startling her.

She giggled, and once she caught her breath, said, "Oh, you scared me."

"I didn't mean too," I said apologetically.

I bent over to give her a kiss, but she turned her head slightly so that I could only peck at a cheek. At least Beetlesmith was correct about the Afterglow; Gloria's somewhat cool response to my kiss indicated she was back to normal.

Sitting in the chair next to her, I asked again, "Where's Karen?"

Gloria got a nervous look on her face, shrugged her shoulders, and tried to change the subject, "Will, about this morning...I...I don't want you to get the impression that there's anything..."

"More between us?" I added, guessing her intent. She smiled weakly and nodded her head, and I continued, "Look, this morning and last night were special. Something we all did on the spur of the moment, and it felt good and right at the time, but I'm not going to read anything more into it. I love Karen...and I love you for that matter, but for different reasons. That said, I'm not going to leave her based on a wild escapade."

Gloria visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "I'm glad. I was worried about how you felt...about us I mean. Now, I just wish Karen thought the same way."

"Why?" I asked, "What happened?"

"Oh, it was after you left. She got up finally, and I could tell she was really pissed. You know how she gets when she's mad. She huffs and puffs around the house, not saying anything directly to you. Then she starts slamming cupboards and drawers open and closed, looking for nothing in particular, just trying to make noise and get noticed. When I finally asked her what was wrong, she blurted out, 'I heard you fucking him.' Then she got dressed in a hurry and left. I think she thinks we're in love and are going to run away together, or some such nonsense."

I asked again, "Do you know where she went?"

She shrugged her shoulders to evade the question. Gloria was always an awful liar. She knew where Karen went but was reluctant to tell me. So I tried a more direct track, "I was thinking about the events of last night and there were some things said by the two of you that put me at unease. I'm not going to go over the particulars with you. I'm just going to ask you straight out, is Karen seeing someone else?"

She stammered an 'I don't know,' but it was half-hearted, so I pressed her again, "Come on Gloria, I think I deserve to know the truth. Is she having an affair?"

She sat silently for a time as I stared at her, and finally said weakly, "I don't know."

She knew; I could read it in her face. It all made sense to me. The months of Karen's low sexual desire with me, the hints and innuendoes of Gloria last night, it all pointed to Karen's affair. Karen had probably told Gloria about it at some point prior to her visit. She needed to tell someone, and chose her best friend to unburden herself of her transgressions. After her confession, Karen most likely swore Gloria to secrecy, probably with the promise that Karen would eventually break off the affair. I assume this because it was unlike Gloria to allow anyone to hurt a friend such as myself without breaking off contact, even if the person doing the hurt was her best friend and my wife. However, the elixir pushed the uneasy conspiracy to the breaking point. Karen was unusually antagonistic toward Gloria, and Gloria lashed back at her with subtle innuendo that I had picked up on. As for this morning, Karen was probably within the erotic grips of Afterglow. She was most likely mad that Gloria and I had done it without her and that I had left; and as a consequence, she went to find sexual relief from the next available person, her lover.

I kept these thoughts to myself and waited for Karen to return.

I did not have to wait long. Karen entered the house carrying a small bag of groceries, and putting them on the counter kissed me on the cheek. When she leaned close to me I tried to tell if I could smell him on her, but I could not discern anything. Gloria was watching the two of us from the kitchen table.

"Where did you go?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Oh, shopping," she replied, "Where did you go?"

"I had a few things to do at the office. So you went shopping by yourself?"

Karen did not answer me directly, but turned to Gloria, "I'm sorry dear, I thought you said you were tired. If you wanted to come with me all you had to do was say so."

Gloria did not answer, but looked down at the table.

"Was that the reason, because you thought she was tired," I asked, "Or was it because you knew she wouldn't be interested in your boy toy?"

Karen shot an icy glance over to Gloria, then quickly lowering her eyes to the floor in an attempt to hide the obvious anger she felt toward her perceived traitor.

I laughed sarcastically, saying, "Oh, don't get mad at her. She didn't tell me anything. It wasn't hard to piece together after what was said last night. I may be slow on the uptake but I'm not stupid."

"What was said last night?" Karen asked defensively.

"Does it matter? So far you're not denying it. Besides, your reaction just now is the greater indictment. All I want to know is how long and with whom."

Karen knew it was no use in trying to hide it, and looked down at the floor while answering, "Six months."

"Six fucking months!" I raged.

Karen quickly tried to minimize the damage, "But I ended it about a month ago..."

"Oh, that's so magnanimous of you. A whole month ago you say, but I guess you needed a quickie this morning for old time's sake."

Karen started to get indignant, "Don't you dare get on your high-horse. Talk about quickies, what was all that banging and moaning I heard coming from the shower this morning?"

"Yeah, you're right, and that's the only reason why I haven't packed my bags, frozen our accounts and called a lawyer, yet. But don't go talking about moaning. I seem to remember a whole lot of moaning last night, or was there someone else I'm unaware of that was doing it with Gloria and me. Don't try to equate the two things. What we did, we did together; all of us. I didn't sneak around and fuck someone behind your back, and I certainly didn't do it for six fucking months."

"Oh, shut up about it; It's over!" said Karen angrily.

"No I won't shut up about it, not until I know who it was, or is."

"Why," Karen shrieked, "So you can go beat him up or something worse?"

"No! I want to know so I can avoid the cocksucker. So the next time I'm talking to someone, anyone, and he gives me an inadvertent smirk because his shorts are riding too high, or an accidental wink of the eye because the pollen's making it itch, or just because he parts his hair like a dumb fuck, I'm not standing there like some jag-off wondering if this is the stupid prick who was humping my wife. Now, who was it?"

She stood obstinately a few feet away from me, arms crossed. She wasn't going to say. So, I started to goad her by rattling off names of every sleazy, degenerate, numb-nuts guy we had ever known, "It was Jake Taggard...Pete Carol...Conrad Turner the oaf..."

On and on I shot names at Karen, each individual having a lower repute than the next, and with each name offered I could see the bile beginning to slowly rise in her, "Toomey...Cranston...that skinning kid at the drug store with the bad acne..."

"Keep going, but I'm not going to say," she reiterated with scorn, adding, "You're really making an asshole out of yourself."

Yes I was, but I didn't give a fuck at this point, and continued, "Parker, the one with halitosis, not the one with the limp? No? Okay, the one with the limp then? No? Krukowski...Muscone...Oh, wait I know. It's that fat, greasy slob who does our lawn, the one who always smells like fungus..."

That last one almost made Karen swallow her tongue, "No! God; what kind of person do you think I am?!"

"I hope that was a rhetorical question, because right now I can think of a lot of things: slut, whore, cun..."

"It was Roger!" she finally blurted out.

"Roger!? Kendall!? That Roger? My fucking supervisor, Roger!?" I yelled incredulously, "Goddamn it, it would have been better if you were fucking the slob! For weeks now that cocksucker has been trying to fuck me over at the company, and doing a great fucking job of it. He's been taking me off one account after the other, freezing me out of meetings, and giving me the dregs to work with; although I've been able to make a go of them, which has pissed him off even more. That asshole; and you've been banging him, the one guy who's been trying to put me into the unemployment line."

"I'm sorry," said Karen with great despair in her voice, "How was I supposed to know? You never tell me about work."

I stared at her for a moment, and then said incredulously, "Just what in the hell does that mean?" and then said mockingly, "Gee honey, next time tell me who you're having problems with at work so I don't inadvertently fuck them. I want to make sure I only bang those guys you like. What the hell."

"That's not what I meant!"

"Well what did you mean?"

Karen barely spit out, "Just that I'm sorry," before she began to cry.

Between large gulps of air, a great deluge of tears to stream down her cheeks; and between great sobs, all she would mutter was, "I'm sorry," over and over again, until she fell into my arms.

It was genuine anguish, and I could no longer be mad at her. It would be a very long time before I could forget, but I had already started to forgive her. How could I not? If there were a difference between what she did and what I had done with the elixir, it was only by a matter of degrees. Still, I wish it had been anyone other than Roger Kendall.

If what Karen had said were true, that she had first broken it off with him about a month ago, it would have coincided with the time he really started to put the screws to me. We never liked each other, and her breaking it off gave him the justification to really start to fuck me over. Prior to this, he probably thought me weak and feeble; and why not, he was banging my wife. Now, however, I was either a liability he couldn't afford to have near him, or he was just going full asshole on me by trying to get me fired out of spite. I could just hear the prick now, 'Hey Henry, did you know I was humping Karen? She really loves taking it up the ass. Oh, and by the way you're canned.'

Karen was still crying when I asked, "What did you say when you left him this afternoon?"

"I...I didn't say anything. What do you mean?"

"Does he think you two are back on?"

She shook her head while sniffing back the rest of her tears, "I don't know, maybe. I...We never really talk plans. Once in a while he calls...and..."

I laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, I get it, that's when you plan your little trysts, and of course you call him sometimes too."

"I'm not seeing him again if that's what you're worried about."

"You're fucking right you're not, but you're not going to tell him that, and for God's sake, don't tell him I know."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, concerned.

When I saw her worried look I had to laugh, "You dope. What do you think I am, some sort of tough guy? That I'm going to go down to the office and break his legs or kill him? To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm going to do except try to get away from the prick. I'll see about a transfer to another division in the company, but I need time. If that cocksucker learns that I know about you and him, he will can me, either out of spite or in the off-hand chance that I could do him damage with management."

That's how my day ended, well almost. I needed to get away from Karen for a while. I drove around a bit and eventually ended up in some roadside tavern and got drunk.

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I spent the next couple of days brooding. Usually when I was in a spat with Karen I could find solace in my work but even that area of my life was tainted, and that pissed me off even more. I was not openly antagonistic with anyone, but it was difficult for me to totally hide my animosity, particularly toward Karen. I rarely talked during those two days, and when I did it was usually in snide, terse phrases, and very sarcastic. It wasn't until Gloria decided to cut her visit short that I temporarily shelved the animosity I was feeling.

Karen suggested that before Gloria leaves, we should all go out for a night on the town. I agreed, but said I would rather it be a quiet dinner party here at home; just the three of us and maybe one other. Karen almost balked at the idea when I told her who I had in mind for a fourth.

"How 'bout your cousin Jackie?" I said, knowing what kind of a reaction I would get

"Jackie?" Karen scowled, "You think she's an imbecile. Hell, even I can't stand her and she's my family."

"I know, but it's because she's family that we should invite her. I think we've been rude by not having her over. Besides, Gloria might get a kick meeting her."

"Why would you think that? Gloria's a registered nurse. She's schooled herself for years in traditional medicine. All Jackie will have to do is start yammering about how her magic crystals can cure arthritis, and Gloria will go ballistic."

I laughed, "Well maybe Gloria can talk some sense into her."

Jackie was about two years older than Karen, and maybe it was the age difference between the two that contributed to Karen's animosity toward her, because for as long as I had known them they never seemed to get along. Jackie did not come off as mean or arrogant. In fact, she was quite the opposite, but she did have a way about her that rubbed Karen the wrong way. Usually it was saying something ditzy, to coin a phrase Karen used, or unintentionally saying exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time that aggravated my wife.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 02



She had been married and divorced three times already, and at the present time she was between marriages. I commented once that she should just give up the marriage game, but she only laughed, saying that she was always on the lookout for the next, ex-'Mr. Right.' Unfortunately, she was always on the lookout for the next 'Mr. Right' when she was still married to the old 'Mr. Right;' consequently, three failed marriages. Jackie was also one of those new-age Wiccan types; always latching on to some harebrained philosophy like the healing power of crystals, or the validity of astrology in directing her life, or just about anything as long as it ran counter to reason and science.

Karen was wrong, however; I really didn't think she was an imbecile; I thought her more of an eccentric. It didn't hurt that I had always found her very attractive, a short woman with dark auburn hair, seductively wide hips, and large breasts that she never tried to conceal. That was probably another reason why Karen didn't like her, Jackie had a natural sex appeal that she never tried to hide. Jackie's looks aside, the fact that Karen so disapproved of her was the main reason why I wanted her at the dinner. I was still sore at Karen, so anything that would make her feel uncomfortable I saw as a plus. Petty, I know; but I also thought Jackie's natural sexual aggression, mixed with Karen's and Gloria's natural sexual reserve, and all coupled with Karen's barely concealed contempt toward her would create an interesting dynamic with the elixir.

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We had the dinner on Friday, the day before Gloria planned to leave. I thought the dinner part of the evening went well. There were only a couple of cringe-worthy moments, introduced when Jackie commented on Karen's dour attire. Karen held her tongue, but she did shoot me a couple of stern glances reminding me what folly it was that I had invited her.

With the plates pushed to the side, Jackie was now explaining to us in detail about a blue halite crystal she had just purchased, and how the aura surrounding it was bringer her greater peace of mind. I didn't have the heart to tell her that halite was really just ordinary table salt, and that the person who sold it to her probably grew it in their bath tub and just added some blue dye for effect.

Gloria, however, wasn't as tactful as me, and asked, "How much did you pay for it?"

"About three hundred dollars, but it's been worth every penny," was Jackie's nonchalant reply.

Gloria started at her for a moment as if Jackie had just fallen out of a tree, and said incredulously, "Three hundred dollars? For a rock?" and then she turned to me as if I was some expert on rocks, "Will, isn't halite just salt?"

I didn't want to get in the middle of this argument, so I pleaded ignorance, and left the three women so I could prepare the potion-laced coffees.

When I returned to the dining area with the coffee, the three women were still having the same argument. Jackie was now in the middle of defending herself against Gloria's accusations of stupidity, "...I know it's a lot of money, but the crystal is as big as my fist, and it's blue. The guy who sold it to me said it was very rare to find one in nature, and besides, I can feel its energy when I hold it next to me."

"It's still just a rock," said Gloria getting more exasperated.

"So? So's a diamond, and I bet you'd pay three hundred for a diamond," Jackie said defensively.

Gloria looked at her in disbelief, and finally said, "Yes, because it's a diamond. I wouldn't pay three cents for a lump of salt."

"Forget it Gloria," Karen said laughingly, "Logic never worked on Jackie."

"And what's wrong with that?" Jackie said as she took a sip of coffee, "Sometimes we have to follow our hearts. Sometimes the world just isn't logical..."

"Your world rarely is, Jackie, and when have you done anything but follow your heart," Karen asked rhetorically.

The three of them continued with their conversations but I was only paying cursory attention. Instead, I sipped at my laced coffee and concentrated on my impending reaction to the elixir.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and although I had not felt any of the effects myself, I began to notice the telltale signs in the three women. Their speech became more boisterous, interspersed with loud and abrupt fits of laughter. I saw the soft sheen of perspiration developing about their faces and necks and extending down between their breasts; and noticed the faint protrusion of their hardened nipples pressing firmly against their blouses. All of them remarked how warm it was becoming in the room.

Karen started to fidget about, shifting her buttocks to and fro on the seat of her chair as if she needed to go to the bathroom. Finally, she made an excuse to get us some more coffee, and left the table for the kitchen.

Within moments, I heard her call to me, "Will, could you come help me with the coffee?"

As I entered the kitchen, Karen grabbed me hard around the waist and pulled me close to her. She began to playfully fumble with my pants zipper as she whispering seductively into my ear, "Let's call it an early night so we can have some fun."

"What about Gloria and Jackie, we can't just ask them to leave." I said in a teasing manner as I fondled her breasts.

"Oh, fuck them," was her curt reply.

I don't think she fully appreciated the implications of her last statement until I raised an eye brow, at which point she blushed slightly and said in a harsh whisper, "I didn't mean it that way."

"And just how did you mean it?" I asked, lifting up her skirt and sliding my hand down her panties.

Karen's answer consisted of her putting a foot up on the kitchen counter to allow me easy access to her already soaked vulva. When I gently touched her clitoris she just closed her eyes and fell into a trance-like state.

"You didn't answer my question, because fucking them sounds like a good idea." I whispered into her ear. Her leg started to tremble.

Even though I had yet to feel its effects, it was obvious that Karen was well within the grip of the elixir. I decided to continue with my verbal taunts to see how compliant she was becoming, and continued to whisper softly, "Doesn't it sound like a good idea? Wouldn't you like Gloria to go down on you again?

Karen hesitated for a moment, then purred, "Uh, uh...Jackie."

"Oh, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Get Jackie to go down on you, and make her do it over and over until she got it right. Get even with her for all the snotty things she used to do to you when you were kids."

Karen just moaned a reply, and placed her hand over the bulge that had formed in my pants.

I continued with my verbal teasing, "I'd love to see you go down on her, and watch you bury your face in her big melons, or better yet I'll fuck her big melons while you give us a tongue bath."

"Uh, uh...Gloria," she whispered without hesitation.

"Gloria?" I said a bit surprised by her answer, "Oh yes, she's got that little girl lost thing going, and you like that, don't you? Gloria has always brought out your maternal instincts. She's the fragile, gangly wallflower that needed protection and encouragement to push off into unexplored territories. Then she showed you a different side, and you liked it. You liked it when the shy daughter unexpectedly crawled out of her shell and forced Mommy's head between her legs?"

She didn't answer, but only gave me a rabid look of want and desire and pressed her hand harder against my bulge. I stopped massaging her clitoris and took my hand out from under her panties.

"Oh, don't stop," Karen said desperately as she tried to put my hand back between her legs.

I placed my moistened fingers on her lips, shook my head at her and teased, "Not until you answer me."

She did not answer immediately, but instead sucked on my offered fingers all the while staring directly into my eyes. An impish smile crossed her face, before she taunted back at me, "Why would you want to waste my eager mouth on Gloria?"

With that, she lowered herself onto the kitchen floor and unzipped my fly.

When I first administered the elixir to Karen and Gloria almost a week ago, and watched its effects take over their psyche, I could not get used to the brazenness of their behavior. It was delightful to be sure, but I also had a feeling of uneasiness, almost alarm, that a drug could be so completely transformative of someone's behavior.

This time, however, my perception of her behavior was different. Even knowing that much of it was due to the effects of the elixir, it filled me with unexpected delight that my wife of twenty-odd years, would, without care or worry of discovery, suck my cock right out in the open where our guests could walk in at any moment and witness her debauchery. I also know that if we should be discovered, Karen would not feel shame or even apprehension, but would undoubtedly invite the guest to share in her carnal pursuits. Maybe the elixir was finally taking hold of me as well, and I was unaware of its effects, because as Karen fumbled around with my zipper, I uncharacteristically felt that all of this was quite natural, even commonplace.

Karen had finally liberated my erection form the confines of my trousers and gently kissed and sucked the head. All the while, she was looking up at me for my reaction. All types of salacious thoughts flooded my mind. The most prominent, was the urge to call out to Gloria and Jackie so that they could come and watch Karen suck my cock, and knowing the characteristics of the elixir, I knew they would approve. Unfortunately, a darker thought began to invade my consciousness as I watched my wife lovingly caress my cock with her lips, and that was of Roger Kendall. I thought I had control over my jealousy, and had gotten over my negative feels of Karen and her infidelity, but it all came flooding back in full force.

Did she suck his cock with equal attention and enthusiasm? I wondered if he was bigger than me, or thicker than me. Was that why she kept seeing him and stopped fucking me, because I just didn't measure up? Did she jerk off his cock while she sucked his balls so that he came across her face, or did she just beg him to fuck her in the ass like she begged me?

I tried to push it out of my mind, because it would do nothing but ruin the evening. I vainly tried to think again on more appropriate thoughts; about Gloria and Jackie watching Karen suck me and add their own mouths to the dance, but the darker images kept coming. One after the other and they worsened: did he have friends that he shared her with? Did he take pictures of her sucking off two, maybe three men at a time, and all the while she begged them to fuck her in all ways imaginable. Finally, the only image that remained was of Kendall, laughing in my face at my absolute humiliation that he turned my wife into an absolute, recalcitrant slut.

Karen must have seen something dark cross my face, because she stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

I snapped out of my visions to see her smiling sweetly up at me, "Was I nibbling a bit too hard?" she asked, as she went back to licking the head of my cock.

Don't say anything, I kept thinking to myself. Let it go. Put the dark images back in the box. Lock them away and bury them deep; but I couldn't, and heard myself say as if I were outside myself, "I was just wondering if you sucked his cock the same way."

I saw a look of pain and hurt pass across her face before she lowered her eyes to the floor, dejected. I thought I would feel some remorse for the pain that I had caused her, but instead all I felt was satisfaction.

Karen looked back up at me. I could see her eyes were beginning to water, as she said, "We never did that..."

She was going to say more, but we heard Gloria call to us from the dining room, "Hey, where'd you two go?"

I zipped my pants up, and said, "We're neglecting our guests."



Beetlesmith's Ch. 03



When I entered the dining room, Gloria and Jackie were laughing uproariously about something.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

Still chuckling, Gloria said, "I was telling Jackie about that patient of mine, and what Karen had said about screwing him until her nose bled."

Both of them started laughing uncontrollably again. Karen finally joined us. Before sitting down she gave my hand a squeeze and mouthed 'I'm sorry.'

I weakly smiled back at her, and nodded my head; silently telling her all was forgiven again, at least for now.

I heard Karen ask the other two women something when the full effects of the elixir finally hit me. It started as a slight tingling at the back of my head that extended down the back of my neck. This was followed by a very brief fainting sensation, as if I were experiencing a head rush from standing up too quickly. For some reason I momentarily lost my peripheral vision, which augmented my feeling of lightheadedness. I tried to listen to what the women were saying, and vaguely heard Gloria ask Karen what took her so long in the kitchen, but my mind and eyes couldn't focus on anything in particular. Then the sensation was over.

The whole episode lasted for only a few seconds, hardly noticeable, and afterwards I felt physically normal. To the unaware, the whole process would have been perceived as a temporary bout of wooziness brought on by too little, or even too much food and drink, and nothing more. My emotions, however, were being flooded with an overwhelming sense of eroticism, the likes of which I've rarely experienced. All my senses were sharpened, and everything I looked at, smelled, or touched triggered one salacious thought after the other, and had my member bursting hard against my pant seams. Even a passing look at the condiment dish containing the few remaining green olives stuffed with their crimson pimento was garnering extreme erotic thoughts.

However, there was another feeling that invaded my consciousness. One that felt more focused and pervasive than my heightened sense of eroticism, and it was growing stronger in my psyche with each passing moment. It can only be described as a feeling of total invulnerability, or of supreme self-assuredness. In my mind, I knew I could say and do anything without consequence, because I felt that those around me would do whatever I suggested without hesitation, and those who didn't would not dare interfere. I suspect that only those long steeped in wielding power over others, such as a Roman emperor or a feudal lord would come close to feeling as I did that moment. It was an emotion I had never felt before; exhilarating, but at the same time frightening. What would happen if ever I were to lose control of myself, or somehow believed what I was feeling was real and not caused by a drug? I could now understand how someone would overindulge in the elixir, for the false sense of power it granted was intoxicating and potentially addictive.

I came out of my thoughts to hear Karen and Jackie arguing about...sex; imagine that.

"...Oh, Jackie, the way you talk you'd think you took out a patent on the wild life," I heard Karen say.

Jackie laughed sarcastically, and said, "Compared to you and Will, I do, and that thing you call the wild life is just letting your hair down and having some fun. I can imagine what a risqué time in the Henry household would consist of; it's probably putting in a DVD of 'Weekend at Bernie's' and falling asleep on the couch."

I watched Karen and Jackie argue back and forth. Each throwing insults at the other and driving themselves into fits of anger, which were quickly followed by tears, and then pleas for forgiveness. I could not even guess what started it, but it was a scene not unlike I observed between Gloria and Karen a week ago, and as I watched to two women banter back and forth, and felt my own moods changing, I was starting to understand the affects of the elixir on the human psyche.

The fluctuation in mood, from anger to tears to laughter and back to anger, was not due to the mingling of alcohol with the elixir as I previously thought, but represented unchanneled sexual aggression. The elixir was increasing the libido gradually, but continually. This was manifest by the women's unconscious sensual touching of themselves coupled with their increasing raunchy banter, and which became more overt as the minutes passed. The elixir was causing them to push their behavior passed their usual comfort zones that were bounded by their normal precepts of societal mores and decorum, what Beetlesmith had termed his metaphorical walls. However, because of their precepts, they could not, as yet anyway, actualize this sexual aggression. Instead, it was channeled into other avenues of escape, such as the subconscious touching, the sexual banter, or the sudden conscious lapses into sexual daydreams. Unfortunately, these avenues were not enough to quiet the increasingly erotic feelings and needs. They wanted to act on their sexual aggression, but some of their walls were still in place and inhibiting them. This remnant inhibition subsequently frustrating them, and their frustration inevitably gave rise to anger. The women were only waiting for a catalyst to develop that would, in essence, condone their sexual behavior and to give it direction. I suppose as the instigator of the situation that I was the catalyst and it was my task to give it direction.

By this time Gloria had jumped into the argument with both feet and was castigating Jackie about some perceived slight, "...Karen's right, you are a freaking bitch, and an ignorant one as well. You don't have the slightest clue about anyone, let alone Will and..."

"Oh, what's to know? It's not like Will and Karen are the last of the red-hot swingers," came Jackie's sarcastic reply, cutting Gloria off before she could finish.

Gloria was visibly irked by Jackie's flippant attitude, and was about to pounce on her when I broke in, "Jackie I'm sorry you have such a low opinion of Karen and I. I know by your standards we live too quiet a life, maybe even a boring life, but we have a good marriage, and occasionally we have our fun, although some of us have been having more than others, right dear?"

Karen shot me a quick look of derision.

"What does that mean?" asked Jackie with interest.

"Nothing really," I said offhandedly, "Except that you make the mistake of confusing a braggadocios nature with actual experience. Just because some people don't kiss and tell doesn't mean they haven't been kissed at all."

"I still don't get it," said Jackie slightly irritated.

"Well, for example, we know that you're very open about your sexual exploits and the not too subtle and humiliating way you've treated your husbands in the past, but as far as the rest of us know, it's all been talk," I turned to Karen and asked, "Have you ever seen your cousin exhibit this wild sexual nature she brags about, outside of the way she dresses, of course?"

Karen just shook her head slowly, unsure of where I was going with this line of questioning. I heard Gloria giggle at my verbal tweaking of Jackie's nose.

"You think I'm a tease?" Jackie asked with some irritation.

"I don't know," I said, as I got up and moved around behind my wife's chair. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her cheek, "That's the trouble with boasting, particularly on attitudes and attributes that can't be readily proven. You have to expect some might not believe you, and some may even call your bluff. But I do know that some in this room, some that you would consider prudish, have expressed certain desires that even you might find...How should I say it...Exotic."

Jackie smiled, "Are you calling my bluff, Will?"

I ignored Jackie for the moment and said to Karen, "What was it you said to me in the kitchen?"

I felt Karen stiffen in my arms. It was obvious she was uncomfortable with the situation, and that suggested to me those last few moral walls still remained. I looked over at Gloria whose interest had piqued at Karen's predicament, as she leaned forward in her chair staring intently at Karen. Jackie was also amused and sporting a wry grin, but contrary to her nature remained unexpectedly silent.

"Tell us Karen," asked Gloria, "What did you say to Will in the kitchen?"

Karen remained silent and rigid in her chair. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breathing suddenly became shallow and labored. I lightly brushed my hands across her breasts, and she reacted with a sharp intake of air. I then cupped her breasts and gently massaged them. I could feel her hard nipples through her blouse pressing against the palms of my hands.

Even with all of her slutty bluster and 'anything sexual goes' attitude, I heard Jackie utter an audible gasp at my boldness at fondling my wife in front of guests. Gloria, whether subconsciously or not, had cupped her own breast with one hand, and resting her head in the other, watched Karen's face with amused anticipation.

When I slipped a hand under Karen's panties, she modestly clamped her legs together, and murmured a weak, "No...Please," in protest. I knew her reluctance was fragile, however. It was a feeble, verbal signal that although the last remnant of her ethical walls still stood, they were teetering and about to come crashing down.

I easily slipped my hand between her legs. Her vulva was already moist and slick. Touching her button, ever so gently, I felt a tremor course through her body. She still clamped her legs weakly against my hand, but with each gentle stroke on her clitoris, Karen spread her legs a little wider.

I had Karen in a state of near climax similar to when we were in the kitchen, and asked her again, "What did you say to me in the kitchen?"

She was still reluctant to vocalize in public what she had admitted in private, and answered only with a soft moan and a tightened grip of her hand on my free arm.

I stopped massaging her clit. She emitted a whimper of protest, and then, knowing that I was not going to let her get away with remaining silent, she tried to appease my curiosity with deflection, and said hoarsely, "I...I said a lot of things in the kitchen."

"Yes I know, but this was something specific about Gloria."

She sat trembling from nerves and sexual excitement and looked silently over at Gloria, who was staring back with raised eyebrows and a subtle smile across her lips. It must have been torture for Karen, to be so close to climax numerous times tonight but not allowed to finish, not without admitting to something she could never admit to at any other time. Yet even though she was on the agonizing cusp of orgasm, she still refused to confess her delicious secret, and only meekly said, "Please."

There was much unspoken want behind that small word: please, don't make me say it in front of the others; please, stop tormenting me this way; and please, don't stop pleasuring me.

Gloria guessed Karen's mind as well, and taking pity on her, walked over and stood in front of us. Gloria smiled warmly down at her and pushing aside a lock of Karen's hair that had fallen across her face, bent over and gently kissed her. It was all Karen needed, for when I touched her clitoris again, her trembling became a shudder, and I felt the warm moisture of her climax saturate her groin.

Gloria looked down and saw the growing wet spot between Karen's legs, and said with a slight laugh, "I'm glad you're wearing your panties this time, or I would have been drenched again."

Gloria continued to play with Karen's hair as Karen unbuttoned just the lower three buttons on Gloria's blouse. Then pushing the fabric to the sides, Karen placed her hands under Gloria's skirt and gently squeezed both of her buttocks while she sweetly and gently kissed and licked her belly.

Seeing that Karen and Gloria needed no more encouragement from me, I shifted my attention over to Jackie. I was beginning to worry that the drug wasn't having an effect on her, because she had yet to show any outward signs of becoming aroused. Given her nature, I thought she would have at least had her clothes off by now. Instead, she remained seated, quietly watching the two women.

I bent down close to her ear, and whispered, "Penny for your thoughts."

Startled, she flinched before answering, "I had no idea."

Jackie and I continued to watch the others in silence. Karen was still kissing Gloria about the navel and had slid Gloria's panties off and onto the floor. She then looked up at Gloria and giggled, "See, I even remembered not to rip yours off this time."

Gloria, eyes closed, responded only with a smile. Karen then gently pushed Gloria back so that she was sitting on the table, and hiking her skirt up across her waist, began kissing Gloria's inner thighs.

Jackie was still flummoxed by what she was seeing, and began to stutter some type of questions, "What...How...When did..."

"This is really a surprise for you, isn't it? There's a good reason for that, I guess; because we're all just a closed book, aren't we Jackie? We only show people what we want them to see and nothing much else, but inside there are things written that have largely gone unread or unnoticed. Mostly because we don't want anyone else to see what's written there. Maybe we fear condemnation and embarrassment, or maybe we just cling too greedily to our privacy and wish to maintain a certain degree of mystery form others, even from those closest to us," I said, as I nonchalantly unbuttoning her blouse.

"I know you've never understood Karen's appetites. It's probably because she didn't trust you enough to tell you, so she only showed you a rough veneer, and kept you at arm's length. But, I also think you never bothered to look inside either of us. You only looked at our covers as it were and read nothing more into it. We didn't interest you enough, or you found us deficient in some way."

By this time, Karen was deep into servicing Gloria, who had put her feet up on the arms of Karen's chair, while leaning back and bracing herself against the table with her hands. Neither of them showed any sign of interest in what Jackie and I were doing.

"That's not fair," Jackie said in an injured and mocking voice, "I never thought you or Karen deficient, or whatever it was you said, just...I don't know...Karen and I never got along that well. Even when we were kids we were always on edge around each other, Karen more than me. So yes, I'm guilty of keeping distant after all these years, but what of you, Will? Knowing about people is a two-way street. I don't think you or Karen cared to know me, either. So you're partly to blame."

"Why do you think I invited you here tonight, you dope?" I said, as I unclasped her bra. Her overly large breasts spilled out of their confines, the nipples large and dark brown in hue, stood out in stark contrast to the paleness of the surrounding skin. I cupped a breast in each in of my hands.

"You know I shouldn't let you do this to me," she said in a tone of halfhearted reluctance.

I continued to playfully fondle her breasts, and said teasingly, "You can tell me to stop at any time, but given your supposed raunchy nature I didn't think you would mind. I guess that was all an act. I always figured there was more virgin than vamp about you."

Jackie said, with some irritation, "So that is what you think of me; that I'm a tease?"

"Well I'm just wondering why a self-proclaimed seductress of all things that walk on two legs would sit passively by and watch others, supposedly more prudish have a good time instead of leading the charge."

I had thrown down the gauntlet again, but this time she picked it up. Jackie pulled me around in front of her with a strength I had rarely felt in a woman, and took a firm hold of the bulge in my pants. She smiled seductively, and said, "I'll show you what kind of tease I am. Why don't you tease me with your cock and fuck my tits. You'd like that, I know. I saw you staring at them tonight. I see it in your eyes right now. Come on Will, rub that hard cock all over my melons until you shot your thick load right into my waiting mouth. Do it all to me... Right now... Right in front of wifey."

I smiled. This was more like the Jackie I know, "Isn't that what you did to your second husband, made him watch while you banged all sorts of men?"

"No," was Jackie's curt reply, "Todd made me watch as he banged all sorts of men. Needless to say our marriage didn't last long."

It was a surprisingly sincere confession that obviously pained her to admit. I was about to say something to ease her embarrassment when Karen, her head still buried deep between Gloria's legs, began to laugh uncontrollably.

Gloria tried to stay out of the impending ruckus, but even she started to giggle as Karen continued to laugh into her groin. Finally, Gloria thought she should say something, "Karen, come on, it's not nice to laugh."

At length, Karen lifted her head up, and in between fits of laughter said, "You're right. I'm sorry Jackie, but what do you expect? You've got this rep of the buxom, slutty and sultry vixen, ready to boink or blow any guy within a twenty mile radius. Guys would come from far and wide just to droll over your big boobs, wide hips and tight bubble ass. They came hoping for a glimpse of you sashaying down the street just so they could cream in their jeans. Yet, even with your sexual prowess over men, in the end you get turned into a cuckold by a switch-hitting nancy-boy."

Karen and Gloria erupted into laughter again.

"Go ahead, laugh, make jokes," Jackie said in a cavalier tone that belied the fact she was hurt by Karen's humorous antagonism.

Seeing the hurt look on Jackie's face, Gloria held out her arms beaconing Jackie toward her, "I'm sorry. We shouldn't be so mean."

Jackie hesitated for a moment before she fell into the younger woman's arms, and hugging each other as two sisters might, Jackie said, "It's not that; it just seems to be, 'let's all pick on Jackie night.' Will thinks I'm a dope and a tease, you're making fun of my crystals, and Karen...Well it's Karen just being Karen..."

Hearing this Karen forgot about Gloria for the moment and sat back in her chair, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on Karen and cut the crap, you know what I mean. You've never liked me. Even when we were kids you were always poking a finger at me, and making fun of me. I'm still trying to figure out why you invited me here tonight, probably as some sort of twisted mind-fuck so that you could make fun and humiliate me in front of your friend."

"To be perfectly honest with you, I didn't invite you, Will did," Karen said dispassionately, and then she turned toward me with a hint of spite in her eyes, and asked, "But that's a good question, why did you invite her?"

Now, all three women were looking at me waiting for an answer. None of them seemed to understand the irony of the situation and absurdity of the question as they stared blankly back at me; each of them in various stages of undress, and performing acts of sexual depravity that most men have only experienced in their wildest imaginations. I thought the answer was obvious, 'Because you three are going down on each other and when I'm not fucking each of you blue I'm going to watch. Duh!'

I directed my answer to Jackie, but did so while looking at Karen, "Certain things have happened to me that have made me more appreciative of family. Sometimes the people we love most, or who are closest to us, fall into neglect. It's not done purposefully or with malice. It's just the result of taking them for granted. I think Karen and I have been taking those closest to us for granted, and I didn't want it to continue."

I was being tactfully ambiguous. Let each of them construe whatever they wanted out of what I said. Karen sat with downcast eyes. Was I still pointing an accusing finger at her and her adultery, or was I accepting partial blame for being neglectful of her in the past and pushing her inadvertently toward those indiscretions? I couldn't be sure what Gloria was thinking, but she smiled back at me and winked. Were the certain things that happened to me a reference to last week's escapades, or, like Karen, did she believe I was graciously admitting to some culpability? Jackie's reaction was the most obvious and heartwarming, she run up and hugged me tight about the waist. Holding us close, she began to sob.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 03



"I always wanted to be thought of as family by you."

"Of course you're family, you dope...," I started to say.

"See, when you call me a dope now it doesn't sound so mean," she said in between fits of sobbing alternating with laughter, and then she asked again as if seeking some reassurance, "Am I family, Will? Am I?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Maybe she really didn't want one for fear that I might have been lying, because she pulled my head down and kissed me forcefully and passionately. The last wall had finally crumbled.

When this evening began, I'd have guessed that Gloria or even Karen would have resisted the inevitable transformation into the nymphomaniac the longest. Unexpectedly, it was Jackie who had shown the greater reluctance in shedding polite decorum, and it was only when she found acceptance did she allow herself to fully succumb. Once she felt that sense of belonging with the three of us, she never again hesitated in expressing or actualizing her intimate desires.

Upon releasing us from the kiss, Jackie immediately lowered herself to her knees and started fumbling with my belt buckle and zipper.

I heard Karen say to Gloria, almost under her breath, "Well, there she goes. Good luck getting Will's attention tonight," and then louder in a more sarcastic tone when she saw that Jackie was having problems, "Need some help over there, Jackie?"

She ignored Karen's comment. When she finally got everything unclasped, she deftly slipped my trousers and underwear to the floor. Liberated from its confines, my cock sprang up, clipping her under the chin.

Jackie giggled playfully, "Ooh, I think he's happy to see me."

Without saying anything further, she pushed me back into the dining room chair and began nuzzling and fondling my cock with her lips and tongue. Jackie never sucked on my cock, but instead she would apply tongue and lips simultaneously, as if French-kissing various areas along my shaft and head. She rarely used her hands, keeping them mostly on my thighs for support. Although on occasion she would slide them close to my testicles and gently stroke my scrotum with her thumbs. Maybe it was her technique alone, or that the elixir was imparting a new level of hypersensitivity to my organ, but the effects of her gently using just her tongue and lips was maddeningly pleasurable. I suspect the effects of Jackie's oral expertise were plastered across my face, as I heard Karen and Gloria start to giggle at my varied facial contortions.

"Jesus, what in the hell is she doing to you?" Karen asked with a laugh.

I could barely open my eyes to answer, "I don't know, but you should be taking notes so you can do it when she isn't here."

Jackie giggled at my compliment, and in between firm kisses and short sucks on and about my cock-head, spoke to no one in particular and in a voice that was almost clinical in tone, which I found even more erotic, "I'm not really doing anything special. It's just that I take my time. I think most women rush through it too quickly. They give a couple of hard tugs, some rough sucking, and expect the guy to be satisfied. It's pretty obvious from the guys I've dated that most of the other girls they've been with don't like sucking on a guy's chubby, but I love playing with a hard cock. I love teasing it, and caressing it, and I just love it when I finally pop their cork and they spray all over my girls. You give a guy a great blow job and you can get him to do just about anything."

I saw Gloria and Karen roll their eyes as they listened to Jackie expound on her oral philosophies. I was finding the stifled interplay between Karen and Gloria amusing, particularly as they had to bite their tongues from saying something untoward to Jackie. Then seeing my continual facial contortions, Karen finally said, "Well, you better pop Will's cork before he has a stroke."

Jackie smiled up at me, and asked, "How 'bout it Will, you ready to give me a shower?"

This was all killing me. It wasn't just Jackie's deft tongue on my cock that was driving me to squirm in agonizing pleasure, but it was the whole situation of watching Karen and Gloria watching Jackie that was really sending me over the edge. The look on their faces told me they wanted to see me come across Jackie's face as much as me, but there was something else I wanted to have happen first.

I pulled Jackie up and kissed her before saying in almost a whisper, "I wonder if you can make Karen squirm as easily as you do me?"

"Oh, I think I can at least try," she said, as she crawled under the dining room table.

Karen looked over at me and clearly mouthed, 'You bastard.' I winked back at her, and said, "I remembered what you told me in the kitchen."

"Hey cuz," said Jackie as her head appeared between Karen's legs, "Let me see your hoochie coo, sweetheart."

Karen slid herself forward on the chair in order to give Jackie easier access to her vulva.

Gloria still sat on the table, amused by how events were transpiring, but slightly befuddled at all the sly subplots that were transpiring, and voiced her frustration, "Okay, what's with the kitchen thing again; what did you say in the kitchen?"

Dropping her voice lower in an obvious attempt at imitating Jackie, Karen said, "Never look a gift horse in the mouth, sweetheart. Now show mama your hoochie coo."

A wonderful feeling of contentment washed over me as watched Karen's elixir-induced fantasy actualize before my eyes. The three women were now in their own erotic world, simultaneously servicing each other with complete abandon while moaning softly to the oral delights each was imparting on the other. However, it became obvious that Jackie was doing as good a job on Karen as she had been doing to me, because Karen was finding it difficult to effectively perform her oral delicacies on Gloria, and this was exasperating Gloria to no end.

Gloria gave a frustrated laugh as she periodically pulled Karen's head tightly against her vulva, most likely as a tactile reminder for Karen to pick up the slack. Karen would make a vain attempt and renew her efforts in pleasuring Gloria. Eventually, however, she just laid her head into Gloria's lap and allowed herself to be totally succumbed by Jackie's magic, while Gloria seemed content for the moment to act as Karen's lady in waiting by gently fondling her newfound mistress's beasts or stroking her hair while whispering words into her ear.

It was not long before Karen's soft moaning elevated into a continual din of delight. Only once did Karen look over at me. Near the end; she smiled directly at me. It was a mischievous smile, something a child would display upon learning a clever trick to play on a rival sibling. Then she pursed her lips as if to blow me a kiss, and said dreamily, "I hope you're taking notes."

Turnabout is fair play, I guess. I just smiled a response, but I don't think Karen noticed because at that moment she closed her eyes and clamped tightly onto Jackie's head and shifted her pelvis further forward. She held Jackie that way for a few moments, and then uttered a single, abrupt cry before shuddering violently.

Karen rested back on the chair and looking up at Gloria, said breathlessly, "I'm sorry baby. I'll make it up..."

Gloria didn't let her finish, and said as she tried to squeeze into the chair with Karen, "Okay Karen move. It's my turn."

I started to laugh as Karen struggled vainly to get out of way, but Gloria had inadvertently wedged them both into the chair.

"Jesus; you dork, would you just fucking wait 'til I get up?" Karen said laughingly, as she tried to twist herself out of the chair and push past Gloria.

"I'm sorry," said Gloria still frustrated, "But twice you got me right on the edge, only to stop. You don't know what it's like to have that happen."

"Yes I do, you bitch. Will's been doing it to me all night."

"Okay, then you know. So move."

I heard Jackie from under the table, "Hey wait a minute. How did I get to be everyone's suck bunny?"

Gloria, fearing that she might have to go without a third time, started to make pleas to Jackie. I stopped listening, however, as Karen came over and sat down in my lap, facing me.

"You look so lonely over here," she said purring into my ear.

She scooted further forward and while pressing her clitoris firmly against the shaft of my cock, sliding it ever so slightly up and down. It was a wonderful bit of foreplay she sometimes performed before we fucked.

"I'm doing fine my love. I was having fun watching the floor show."

She teasingly bit my earlobe, and said, "I bet you were. Why do I get the impression that you set all this up?"

It was meant as a rhetorical joke, but twenty years of marriage also told me that there was a real element of curiosity behind her question. The events of the past week, the escapades first with Gloria and now with Jackie, were so sudden and unexpected, and so far beyond anything we as a married couple had ever talked about or contemplated, and defied any normal explanation. More times than not, a lack of explanation for an abnormality created doubt, apprehension, and eventually inquisitiveness.

At the time that Beetlesmith first made his pitch, he made the claim that the participants, once the elixir wore off, would just slough off its effects as a randy evening and nothing more. This never quite had the ring of truth. Certainly a one time event could be construed that way, but could repeated abnormal behavior with a mixture of old and new participants be as easily dismissed? Could it really be accepted as having occurred naturally, and not artificially induced? Even though the heart may eventually accept the peculiar as normal, the mind always looks at the extraordinary with suspicion, always questions the peculiar, and demands an explanation. So I could tell that although the events that were happening to the four of us felt normal to Karen, her rational mind was not quite accepting of that feeling, and doubt of my innocence was creeping into her mind.

I kissed her breasts, and said as absentmindedly as I could, "Didn't you know that my real name isn't Henry, but Svengali? I've always had this mystical power over the minds of women..."

"That's not what I meant," she said as she bit my lower lip, and then she dropped her voice to a whisper, "Really, why did you invite Jackie?"

She was not buying my earlier explanations and so was continually fishing around for a reasonable answer. I hoped that that was as far as her apprehension about the past week's events were going, and answered her again earnestly, "Mainly for the reason I said. I really believe we've been neglectful of her even though she is a ditz. But I also had more selfish reasons. Given that this is Gloria's last night with us I really wanted to...well, you know...Recreate the ménage a trios thing; but I thought Gloria would need a little more added inducement, so I thought that raunchy Jackie would be a good vehicle to get her juices flowing. I figured she'd stir things up, leave, and then hopefully, at least as far as I was thinking, we three would...you know, party."

Karen laughed, "That's the stupidest thing I think I've ever heard you say, and that's why I love you. You really thought Jackie would be that kind of influence on Gloria?"

Then again, sometimes a questioning mind will accept a fabulous lie rather than a fabulous truth. Karen seemed to have accepted my explanation, even though it sounded positively moronic.

Karen was still rubbing her clitoris against my shaft. I grabbed her ass pulling her closer to me. She let out a low moan of delight, and said teasingly, "You want to see if I was taking good notes? I really want to taste your cock."

"I've got a better idea, besides I think it's time we moved into more comfortable surroundings," I said, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. It was something I used to do to her when we were first married. Karen squealed with playful glee. 

As far as I could tell Gloria and Jackie did not even notice us leave, engrossed as they were with each other. I carried Karen to our bedroom, and threw her onto the bed. Again, she squealed with delight. It was a type of laugh I rarely heard from her lately, and hearing it suddenly made me feel young again.

Karen looked up at me seductively. Propped up on one elbow, she nonchalantly played with herself, saying, "You haven't done that to me in a long time. I approve."

"I think there are a lot of things we should introduce back into our marriage, old and new," I said as I entered her.

"New things like tonight?" she asked slyly.

I only smiled. Let her think that what was going on between us, Jackie, Gloria and subsequent others, may become a normal routine.

Right away, I felt something different upon entering my wife. She was noticeably tighter than I remembered her being. It could just be my imagination. The mind tends to play tricks in unusual situations, plus who knows what other changes in our psychological perceptions are invoked by the elixir? However, besides the snug feel of Karen's pussy, I also felt a distinct difference in the stimulation of my cock. The feeling was something I could not put into words. It was just as pleasurable as it was without the elixir, but it felt different.

Karen moaned softly. I always liked looking at her face when we made love, watching the telltale signs of increasing sexual arousal reveal themselves in her looks and manner.

"It feels so good. Harder," she intoned breathlessly.

She grabbed the backs of her knees and brought them up tight against her chest. Her face and neck were flushed a beet red.

It was about this time that Gloria jumped on the bed alongside Karen, and said with a giggle, "I'm next."

"Where's Jackie?" Karen asked as Gloria began sucking on Karen's tits.

"I think she had to go pee," Gloria mumbled around a mouthful of Karen's boob.

Seemingly uninterested in Gloria's answer, Karen was on to more pressing and immediate concerns, "Bite my nipples...A little bit harder...Oh that's nice...," she began to giggle, and between quick breaths, said, "Oh, it all feels too good."

I increased the force of my thrusting to compliment Gloria's nibbling. Karen's tongue was sticking out the corner of her mouth, it was a subconscious, little girl habit of hers that usually manifested itself when she was nearing climax.

"Baby Glo," Karen said softly, "I'm so close. Touch my clit."

"Say please first and then kiss me," Gloria said, half teasing.

Karen barely squeaked out a please before Gloria clamped down on her lips, and at the same time reached down and deftly pushed on Karen's button.

Karen arched her back ever so slightly and trembled, and then trying to plead past Gloria's lips, said, "Oh, don't stop."

Gloria was not going to stop, but slowly, almost teasingly massaged Karen's clitoris as she forced her tongue even further into Karen's mouth.

Again Karen arched her back and trembled, and again, and again. I lost count how many times the pattern repeated, but eventually she released her knees and allowed her legs to go limp along the bed.

Karen, still beet red and with a thin sheen of sweat covering her face and upper torso, covered her face with her hands in a mocked show of embarrassment, "My god that was almost as good as the last time."

"You mean the time when you passed out?" asked Gloria with a sarcastic smile.

Still emulating embarrassment, Karen attempted to defend herself, "Shut up. I didn't pass out. I was just tired."

Gloria started to sing to the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon, "Will and his magic stiffy, makes Karen scream, and when he sticks it into me, my pussy's gonna cream."

"Shut up. I didn't scream," Karen said, laughingly.

"Only because I was covering your mouth," said Gloria as she kissed Karen hard again.

I was still pumping away into Karen, and felt my own impeding climax begin to build, "If anyone's going to start yelling it's going to be me."

It was then that Karen decided to really get slutty. Propping herself back up on her elbows, she began to verbally taunt me in the most delightful manner, "Come on baby, I want you to come all over me. Come on and pull that thick stick out and shoot it all over my boobs,"

She giggled again, and teasing Gloria about the other day's incident, said, "Now remember Gloria, Will's going to come, so stuff's going to...you know...come out."

"Shut up. I knew stuff comes out, I just didn't know how quickly or how much."

"Let's do it to him porno-style," Karen said as she wrapped an arm around Gloria's neck so that they lay together cheek to cheek, and then she continued her taunting, "Come on baby, shoot it into my mouth. I want to taste your sweet cum so bad."

Gloria also got into the act, although she wasn't quite as raunchy as Karen, "Yeah Will, give it to me like you gave it to me before."

Both of them continued their verbal tease, all the time laughing at their own audaciousness. The whole scene acted out by my two nymphs spurred me on, and I really started to pound by cock into Karen with greater force and frequency.

"That's right baby, harder. Fuck me harder. Yes, I want your cum."

I pulled out of Karen and just sat back on my heels, gently rubbing the underside of shaft along Karen's pussy, and as the erotic sensation of inevitability climbed to its fullest extent, my base animal vulgarity sank to an unaccustomed depth, "You sluts want my cum? Then open wide."

No answer, just smiling blank stares back at me.

"Say it again; how much you want my cum."

As a final taunt, Gloria started to say, "Give me your hot, sticky..."

The first shot missed its mark and flew like a frozen, white rope over their heads, hitting the headboard behind them with a 'splat.' Two more jets, of near equal volume and force as the first, followed in rapid succession. My aim was better this time, hitting Karen across the nose and Gloria in the chin. Laughing, the women quickly brought up their hands in a defensive reflex as I continued to stroke one jet of semen after the other, which mostly landed as heavy strings along their upper torso and neck.

Gloria was the first to break the silence, "Jesus Karen, thanks for the warning."

"Sorry baby," answered Karen with a laugh, and then she said to me in a slight tone of astonishment, "What in the hell's gotten into you? You're like fucking Robo-cock, or something."

I was still sexually aroused. There was no painful, post-coital sensitivity to my cock, nor any perceptible release in sexual tension in either my muscles or my mind. I was as sexually charged after ejaculating as I had been before, maybe more so.

The true wonder of the elixir finally became clear to me; for this is how it would be for the rest of the evening. I wouldn't always climax even though I felt I should, and when I did orgasm, often I didn't ejaculate even though it felt that I had. Yet, through it all, I remained hard, and my sexual arousal never waned.

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Karen was still propped up on her elbows trying to wipe my semen off her face and chest. I took hold of her and brought her up into a sitting position so that my cock was inches from her mouth.

"Suck it," I demanded.

At that time, it didn't matter to me who else might have been in the room, man or woman, wife or friend, rival or enemy; my demand would have been the same, and would have been acted on just as Karen was about to. I daresay I would have willingly complied with any demand made of me, from either a woman or man.

Karen clamped both hands onto my ass, and drew my cock about half way into her mouth. The whole time I could feel her tongue swirling around, teasing the head and shaft. She looked up at me as if asking for approval.

"You can do better than halfway," I said.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 03



She pulled me farther in, this time getting about two-thirds of my cock inside before she gagged a little and had to stop. Again, she looked up at me for approval.

"Maybe we should see what Gloria can do," I said in mock disappointment.

Gloria passively waited with her mouth open. Karen, not content to sit idly by and watch, continued to lick my shaft as Gloria drew me in about halfway before she stopped for fear of gagging. Karen, ever the helpful mistress, put a hand on Gloria's head and gently pushed her into me. Again, Gloria started to gag, but Karen just held her head in place until Gloria got used to the feeling, and then she continued to nudge her forward. When it looked as if Gloria could not accept any more of my cock, Karen released her head and allowed her to continue sucking me on her own.

"That's right, baby," Karen intoned over and over as if it were some chant, "Suck that cock. Tastes so good doesn't? Yeah, suck that fat cock."

Karen took my cock away from Gloria, and again pulled me into her mouth. This time I could see and feel her nose just touching my stomach as she drew me in as far as she could. Gloria shifted her attention to my testicles, and was gently sucking and licking each of my balls in turn. It went on like this for a few moments before they would switch off, and reverse roles. Gloria never quite pulled me fully inside her, but it was not for want in trying. Eventually, when it came for them to switch places, Gloria politely refused to give my cock back to Karen, and instead sucked even harder.

Karen giggled at Gloria's greedy behavior, and said teasingly, "You like sucking on my husband's cock, don't you, you little slut? But I bet you'd like him to fuck your sweet pussy even more."

Karen took a hold of the situation and positioned Gloria her on her hands and knees, then gently fingered her all around her exposed vulva and clitoris. She grasped my erection, and guided me into Gloria.

Karen remained by Gloria's side, and lovingly stroked the small of her back and tight buttocks as I rapidly pumped away at Gloria's prostrate form. I was soon making the same slapping sounds against Gloria's pussy as I did to Karen's. Gloria, giving herself over to the moment, just laid her head down on the bed, moaning wildly.

Reaching under Gloria, Karen fingered her clitoris and swollen labia, "Oh, you're so wet and slick, baby," Karen said softy, as if to herself, and then said in a much louder voice, "Fuck that wet pussy with Robo-cock. I want to hear her yell. Fuck that little slut harder."

"Robo-cock, I like that," I said with a laugh, and then added, "If you keep helping me like you're doing, she's definitely going to scream."

Karen giggled again, and said, "If you think that's good..."

With that, Karen wetted a finger on her other hand, and then pressed and gently swirled the tip around Gloria's anus.

"Do you like that baby?" Karen asked Gloria, who answered by moaning louder while chewing on the bed sheets.

I had truly underestimated the power of Beetlesmith's elixir on the human psyche. In essence, each of us was feeding off the others' most basic sexual desires, becoming willing participants of those desires, and then escalating our own fantasies in the subsequent sexual interactions. At first, I was the driving catalyst. Now it was Karen's turn to realize her most basic sexual fantasy, while using Gloria and me as actors in her perverted passion play. Would Gloria be next to control the situation and infuse the group into her own version of debauched eroticism? I could only hope. It had become obvious to me that I had dampened our first session of a week ago when I administered the elixir to only Karen and Gloria. By remaining sober, as it were, I had unwittingly removed myself as a necessary component and catalyst for escalation within our group exploits.

By now, Karen had fully inserted her middle finger inside Gloria's ass and was trying to work a second finger inside. Gloria had gotten up on her elbows, and was pushing back in rhythm with my forward thrusts, forcing both Karen's fingers and my cock deeper inside her. It was obvious that Gloria was on the verge of climax...

...When Jackie jumped on the bed, putting a momentary halt to the escapades.

"Perfect fucking timing, Jackie, just perfect," Karen said, barely concealing her ire.

Realizing that her sudden entrance had spoiled the mood, and seeing Karen on the verge of anger, Jackie said sheepishly, "Sorry. Don't stop on my account. Mind if I play too?"

Seeing Jackie's embarrassment, Karen softened her mood, "That must have been a hell of a piss. What took you so long?"

Jackie giggled, "Where'd you get the idea I had to pee? I wanted to shave."

Karen starred at her incredulously, "Shave; what do you mean shave?"

"Gloria has such a cute little hairless hoochie, I thought it would feel good if..."

"Oh let me see," blurted Gloria excitedly.

Jackie sat down in front of her, spreading her legs to reveal a perfectly hairless, pink vulva. Only a small patch of pubic hair remained in the area immediately above her pussy.

Gloria cooed approvingly just before she started to tongue the offered pussy. Jackie laid back in delight.

"Well, there they go," Karen said, sounding a bit like a fifth wheel. Then resigning herself to the situation, she shrugged her shoulders, squeezed in beneath Gloria, while adding, "I guess when in Rome."

Just like that, the three women fell into the same rhythm they had achieved in the dining room, although this time Gloria had double duty. She put forth a valiant attempt at dividing equal time between the two women, but given the situation, and Jackie's dominant position, Jackie won the bulk of Gloria's attention.

I looked down at my wife as she attended to Gloria, "So how does Rome taste?"

She smiled up at me, and I just about shot my load when she parted Gloria's labia with her hands, saying, "She's all wet and primed for you."

With the elixir, there were always little surprises like that around every corner. I almost lost it again when she took a hold of my cock and ever so deftly guided me into her friend's well-lubricated hole.

As soon as I started pumping away, Karen reached up around Gloria's hip and reinserted a couple of fingers into her anus.

The effect on Gloria was almost instantaneous. She was quickly back to peak arousal and moaning incessantly; although muffled as they were because Jackie was forcing her mouth against her 'hoochie.' Occasionally, Jackie would bark a command at Gloria, mostly to tell her to keep sucking on her clit at those times Gloria's attention started to wane.

I could clearly hear Karen over the din of Gloria's moaning as she sucked loudly on Gloria's clitoris, and sometimes I could feel her tongue against my scrotum as she licked at my passing balls. The feeling was incredible, and sometimes I would stop my thrusting and allow Karen to fully suck and tongue them.

I was back in gutter mode, telling Karen to do any number of things to me or Gloria.

"Suck on my balls while I fuck your friend's tight pussy...Now tongue her wet hole. That's right, clamp your whole mouth over her pussy and tongue-fuck her. I know it's what you dream about. Now suck on my thick cock. Suck it all the way down to my nuts," I would say, as I alternated between fucking Karen's mouth and Gloria's pussy.

Jackie, hearing my brash treatment of my wife, was spurred on to her own level of sexual depravity. She had positioned her ass up and off the bed, with her pelvis thrust far forward, and while holding Gloria's head steady, ground her pussy up and down and side to side against Gloria's mouth, while repeating, "Suck on my clity."

Even if Gloria wanted to, she could not move; held fast in front by Jackie, and at the rear by Karen who had locked her arms around her hips. All she could do was remain motionless, and allow each of us to have our way with her, and given her loud and persistent moaning I doubt she cared.

Jackie was the first to climax. She gave an abrupt but very loud groan, and then saw her slip backwards off her legs as if they were carrying dead weight. She then lay motionless on her back, panting heavily.

Jackie's orgasm seemed to act as a sexual cascade that rippled through the rest of the group. Gloria was the next to climax. Her mouth free of Jackie's pussy, she laid her head down on Karen's belly and let go with a full force of moans mixed with long strings of incomprehensible, sexual gibberish. Karen, sensing what was about to happen, vigorously massaged Gloria's clit with her fingers.

"Come on baby, I want you to come. Come for me baby," Karen chanted.

It was as if Gloria was waiting for permission, for as soon as Karen pleaded for her to come, I felt her warm fluid surge around my cock in almost rhythmic pulses. Long after Gloria's climax had subsided, Karen continued to gently play with her clit, and cooing, "I know that felt good.

Not to be totally outdone, I held my cock inches from Karen's mouth and slowly stroked myself.

Karen, seeing my intentions, exclaimed in an amused tone, "Not you too."

"You said you wanted it porn-style, remember?"

She tried to open her mouth, but her reactions were too slow as my initial blast caught her just as her lips were parting. She then grasped my cock, sucking hard on the head as she continued to jerk the rest of my load out of me.

All four of us were quiet, and only the sound of our deep breathing was heard.

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Karen felt the sticky concoction that covered her face, and broke the silence when she exclaimed, "God; I'm drenched." 

"She's a squirter. I found that out in the dining room," said Jackie.

"Tell me about it," answered Karen, "And it doesn't help when my husband blows his load onto me as well."

Gloria wiggled her ass in front of Karen's face, and said with a laugh, "You're just a popular girl tonight."

Karen slapped her ass playfully, "Not just popular," then wrapping her arms around Gloria's hips, Karen continued tonguing her swollen vulva. Jackie watched as Gloria slowly closed her eyes in obvious pleasure, and began to spasm all over again.

"I think she's coming again," Jackie marveled.

I laid down next to Jackie. We watched as Karen and Gloria continued to roll about the bed, locked in each other's arms, each orally servicing the other, and totally oblivious to everything around them.

I idly stroked Jackie's vulva, and said, "Remind me sometime to tell you about Gloria."

"That she's a bit of a slut?" Jackie asked with an amused smile.

"No, just the opposite. I think much of what you're seeing tonight is her trying to make up for lost time.

Jackie fell silent for a moment as if contemplating what I had said, "She told me about what happened."

"Who?" I asked as I kissed her neck.

"Gloria; about what happened with Karen."

I stopped kissing. I don't know why I stopped except I thought it odd that she would bring it up now. I also found it odd that Gloria would tell her, but the elixir does funny things to a person's reserve.

I asked, "You didn't know about it?"

Jackie scoffed at my question, "Me? Karen never tells me anything; you know that. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" I asked surprised by her statement.

"Just that I always thought Karen was the grounded one, but I guess fucking around runs in our family. You know about Karen's mother, and both my parents. Surprisingly, neither of them did it with Karen's mother, which is hard to believe. And the less you know about my brother's shitty marriages the better. I just thought you two could avoid all that crap," she paused for a moment before finishing her thought, "And now that I think about it, I guess that's why I've had a hard time getting close to you, because deep down inside I thought you and Karen were better than me."

"And now that the bloom has come off our rose we seem more human?"

Jackie didn't answer, but instead turned back to watch Gloria and Karen. By now the two women had unwrapped themselves from the sixty-nine position. Karen was sitting on Gloria's face and shifting her hips back and forth, an expression of ecstasy plastered across her features.

"They're quite an item together," Jackie commented, "Some husbands wouldn't be comfortable with it. I know my first husband wasn't."

What was she hinting at now? I slipped two fingers into her pussy and gently massaged one of her large breasts. She let out a long sigh of approval.

I finally said to her dismissively, "It's just sex, Jackie. I wouldn't read anything more into it."

"You're probably right, but over dinner I couldn't help noticing the looks Karen would give me if I talked too long or got too close to Gloria, and I saw the looks Karen was giving to Gloria. I didn't think much about it at the time, thinking it was just typical Karen and her animosity toward me, but seeing them together now..."

Jackie didn't finish her statement, letting her words trail off into the air. Jesus, she was manipulative; and I was getting irked that she would try to bring this up now, mostly because I wasn't sure about her motives. Was it out of genuine concern, or was she trying to drive a wedge between Karen and I as some form of revenge against her childhood nemesis? I assumed the former, because in a way she was partly correct about Karen and Gloria's relationship. Karen had always been overly protective of Gloria, and this could be construed as jealousy to an outsider like Jackie. Also, throughout the evening so far, Karen maintained a fairly aloof posture toward Jackie. Always willing to perform various sex acts with Gloria and me, but showing no inclination to reciprocate Jackie's advancements. This reluctance could also be seen as jealousy.

Gloria and Karen had moved back into a sixty-nine position with Karen still on top. Gloria was working a few fingers in and out of her, as Karen's legs visibly shuddered at the attention that was given.

"You think I should be worried?" I asked.

Jackie shrugged her shoulders, "You know Karen better than me."

I laughed, "Well that's a chicken-shit of a non-answer."

"Look, what do I know? I'm a ditz; remember? You said so yourself."

"Evasion," I said.

Jackie babbled on about nothing in an attempt to avoid the answer, so I let it go. She wasn't going to tell me, and besides, I had already guessed what she was trying to imply, just not the reason, and that she would never admit no matter how much I grilled her.

I continued my slow fondling of her vulva; rhythmically inserting and manipulating three fingers into her pussy while stroking her clitoris with my thumb. She let out a low moan and puffed her chest out so that I could suck on her nipples.

"Bite them," she requested, "Not so hard...Yes, that's it. Ooh, that's nice"

She let out a soft whimper, and I felt a brief shudder move through her body.

"That was quick," I said teasing, "Hardly worth my effort."

"Oh but it was," she said as she pushed me onto my back and mounted me.

Having just climaxed, she felt extremely warm and slick against my erection, but I thought surprisingly tight for someone with her bed experience. She sat up, her arms fully extended, hands pushing hard against my chest for support. She purposely placed her hands closely together, causing her arms to squeeze her massive breasts together, pushing them up and further forward than they would normally. Accompanying this visual spectacle, she just let her hips do a slow grind so that her clitoris was always in full contact with my body, while still forcing my cock firmly against her.

I played with her tits, making sure to gently pinch her erect nipples. When I touched her clitoris, I felt her shudder again, and then again.

Wonderful stuff, that elixir.

I started to laugh, "Jesus, Jackie, what the fuck."

A smile of embarrassment crossed her lips, "I'm sorry. I'm usually quick on the draw, but never like this."

It was then that Gloria lay down along side of me, and blurted, " That's why Karen started calling him Robo-cock."

"Robo-cock," Jackie repeated in an amused tone, "I like that, but wasn't that the title of a porn movie?"

Gloria got an indignant look, "What are you asking me for? Sounds like something you should know." With that, Gloria reached up and gave Jackie's breasts a squeeze, saying "Are these things registered?"

I laughed, but Jackie looked insulted by her comment, but after seeing the humor in Gloria's risqué and impromptu brashness, laughed as well, "Well they're real if that's what you mean. Where's your mistress?"

Mistress? There was another dig at Karen and Gloria for my benefit. Gloria either didn't notice the slight or ignored it, and answered, "She had to go pee, and I think she said that we needed some lubricant."

I suddenly remembered the novelty items I bought, and said to Gloria, "Tell Karen there's a paper bag in my closet. I have a surprise for you guys."

Gloria got a quizzical look, and said before going, "Okay, but I'm next."

Jackie watched her leave, then commented, "She's cute, a little dingy, but cute. I can see why Karen likes her."

There was another side-ways dig, but I let it pass, and said, "Dingy? You're calling Gloria 'dingy?' Well Jackie pot, may I introduce you to Gloria kettle?"

Jackie smirked sarcastically, "Very funny."

I teasingly shifted my cock around inside of her, and said, "Now, have you calmed down enough so that I can at least get myself off this time?"

She leaned forward on my chest, kissed me, and said with a mocking pout, "What's the matter, Robo-cock not getting enough attention? Is Cousin Jackie having all the fun?"

Suddenly we heard laughter from the bathroom. Karen appeared at the door holding the double dong and the strap-on dildo I purchased, "When did you buy these?"

"Right after last week's escapades, I figured you and Gloria would put them to good use. Besides, I wanted to give the vegetables a break; we were running low on cucumbers."

Gloria, standing behind Karen, held up a new bottle of lubricant, "Look, Karen bought some K-Y."

I started to laugh, and teased Karen, "And when did you buy the K-Y?"

Embarrassed by her exposed hypocrisy, Karen turned around and walked back into the bathroom.

I yelled after her, "Don't forget to bring your old vibrator as well."

Gloria lay beside us again clutching the double dong, and asked whimsically, "Does this thing talk, and why do we need three?"

"Well technically four if you count the other end," I said with a smirk, "But sure, three for three ladies. Why not?"

"And just what are you going to do then, seeing how there's one for each of us?" Jackie asked in an amused tone.

"Anything I want."



Beetlesmith's Ch. 04



Warning. This chapter contains strong depictions of double penetration and anal sex. If you are squeamish about such sexual practices, then click away now, although you will be missing a hell of a good story. What can I say? Sometimes folks who like the backdoor approach are also fortunate to find Beetlesmith's magic elixir.

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Karen came back out of the bathroom wearing the strap-on device and carrying her old vibrator, "How do I look?"

I thought she looked strangely erotic, and was about to tell her so when Jackie blurted out, "Christ, you look like my ex-husband."

The remark could have been taken the wrong way, as another dig at Karen, but the way it was said it was clearly Jackie's attempt at self-deprecating humor.

Karen came up behind her and teased into her ear, "I'm going to forget you said that."

Jackie tried to clarify her statement, "That's not what I meant...Wait, what are you doing back there?"

"Something I've been meaning to do for some time now."

Jackie gave a nervous laugh, and said, "Why do I get the feeling you don't mean that in a good way?"

"Gees Jackie, don't be such a 'fraidy cat. Surely you've doubled your pleasure before."

"Not that often, believe it or not, and usually the guy sticking through the back door sort of...you know...liked me."

Karen took her time getting Jackie used to the size, by first inserting one lubricated finger, then two, and eventually three. My cock was still in Jackie's pussy, and I could feel Karen gently manipulate her fingers in and out of her ass. The whole time Jackie lay passively on my chest, her eyes closed. Only her rapid breathing indicated that she was in the realm of the living.

Karen slowly inserted the dildo, stopping occasionally when Jackie made a soft groan. Then pushing further in when it felt like Jackie was getting used to the size.

Once Karen had inserted the dildo in as far as she dared, she paused a moment and stroked Jackie's back in a soothing way, and saying softly, "Oh, I know it feels good. Does it feel good?"

Jackie slowly nodded a response.

"Yes, I know it does," Karen said, and continued with a hint of mirth, "See, I'm not going to hurt you...yet."

"Oh, don't even kid about that," Jackie pleaded.

Karen laughed devilishly at her verbal taunts to her cousin, and then requested, "Sit up so I can feel those boobs."

As I watched Karen schooling Jackie in the nuances of double penetration, a dark thought entered my head that I kept to myself. Karen was displaying what I thought to be an unusual amount of knowledge in two on one fucking, especially for someone who should have limited practical experience. However, we had done a similar thing with Gloria a week ago. Karen had also always been very anal, and enjoyed that side of love-making, particularly when she got really horny. I suspect she had spent a good deal of her time fantasizing about these situations. As such, maybe a lot of her theoretical experience was translating into practical terms. However, as I watched Karen guide Jackie through the motions, I couldn't help thinking that Roger Kendall's hand was somehow involved. Still, the imagination can be a wonderful teacher all by itself, and if Karen was anything, she was imaginative.

As Jackie straightened up, Karen wrapped an arm around Jackie's breasts and pulled her tight against her. Jackie reciprocated by arching her back, and reaching around, wrapped her arms around Karen's neck. Now that Jackie was more or less in an upright position, all of her weight bore down onto the bed and pulled the dildo and my cock fully into their respective openings. Jackie remained still for a moment, as if savoring the sudden rush of euphoria that enveloped her. A look of unreserved bliss crossed her face.

Gloria, who was watching the proceedings with intense curiosity, must also have seen the look on Jackie's face, and commented, "Oh, I'm definitely next."

Karen and I stayed still for the most part, and allowed Jackie to develop her own rhythm and speed. Karen continued to hold Jackie tight against her, and each used the other as a form of support. Occasionally, Karen would whisper something inaudible into Jackie's ear, probably words of sexual teasing, which would, at times, spur Jackie to increase the frequency and forcefulness of her pelvic thrusts. At times, Karen's whispering elicited a more audible response from Jackie. Usually a simple, 'Please,' or 'Yes,' or sometimes it was just a soft whimper of glee before seductively touching herself.

That was probably the most erotic thing for me; seeing, but not hearing, my loving wife whispering taunts actualized by her sexual marionette, Jackie, in word and deed.

Most likely Gloria had a similar impression as mine, because she could no longer continue to passively watch the erotic interplay between the two women, and positioned herself on top of me facing Jackie. She made a harsh plea of, "Suck me," but her request was unnecessary, for I had already buried my tongue deep into her pussy.

All I could see now was Gloria's plump ass, and I certainly didn't mind given that I could still hear everything that was transpiring between the three women. Most of which, amounted to nothing more that loud moaning and the occasional requests for Gloria to suck and nibble harder on Jackie's breasts, and when Gloria wasn't too busy seeing to Jackie's needs, she was pushing her pussy harder into my face.

I felt Karen thrust in syncopation to Jackie's own pelvic shifting, and I quickly followed suit. After a short time, however, Jackie just gave up on her own rhythmic gyrations, allowing Karen and me to thrust into her rigid frame with complete abandon.

Jackie's climax started with her increasing demands on Gloria to bite harder on her nipples. First telling her to bite one, then the other, and then back again, and each time calling her breasts 'my girls.'

When I first heard her use that term, I thought she was talking about Gloria and Karen in some newfound sense of camaraderie. Something akin to, 'Come on girls, let's get each other off together,' but no, I quickly caught on that she was referencing her large melons. I thought it very sweet.

I didn't hear much from my wife, but I could feel her slamming into Jackie's ass with increasing force. Every so often, I could catch a glimpse of her when Jackie pushed Gloria's head down so that she could attend to her vulva. Karen's hands were positioned on Jackie's shoulders, I suspect to give her more leverage, so that she could pull Jackie down while she thrust the strap-on into her. Karen's face was flushed red again from her own pelvic exertion. There was bright gleam in her eye, and her lips were curled up into a crooked grimace. Her half-mouthed grin coupled with the way the lighting shadowed across her face, gave Karen's face the appearance of a macabre, minstrel-like, evil-maniacal mask. The ghoulish perceptions aside, it looked like Karen was enjoying herself, at least.

Jackie was in what I can only describe as a state of sexual frenzy. This was manifested by her first, pushing Gloria's head down and demanding her to, 'suck on her clity,' and then pulling Gloria's head back up while reminding her, 'don't neglect my girls.' When each of Jackie's mammoth breasts were pushed into her face, it was back down south of the border for Gloria. Again and again, like clockwork. Unfortunately for Gloria, the net effect of having Jackie push her head down was to have my pubis bone slammed into her chin on each of my upward thrusts. I don't think Gloria ever got her tongue close to Jackie's clitoris; not that she had the time, because no sooner had Jackie pushed her head down to have it smacked against my pubis, then Jackie wrenched her up again to smother her with her tits. I tried not to laugh at Gloria's predicament, but she was beginning to look like one of those bobble-head dolls you spy in the back of a family sedan.

There was an upside to all this, besides the humor. With Jackie pushing and pulling Gloria up and down like she was, Gloria's pelvis was naturally shifting up and down in opposition to her head. The net result was that Gloria's sweet vitals raked past my waiting mouth. With no effort on my part, I could administer to Gloria's clit, snatch and ass without moving my head. All I need do was stick my tongue out and let Jackie do the driving. Well, it made life easier for me, at any rate.

It didn't take long for Gloria to tire of being Jackie's piñata. Wrenching her head free from Jackie's embrace, she announced, "Jesus Christ you bitch; if you yank on my head one more time I'm going to slap you. Plus, I'm getting the fucking shit knocked out of me by Will. So cool it."

I'm not sure if she actually heard Gloria, because it was about then the Jackie really started to get vocal, leading off her last verbal crescendo to orgasm with a long wailing, "Oh...fuck...me!"

Everyone in the room, including the neighbor's dog outside, pretty much knew she was about to come, and doubled their efforts; but just in case someone living in our county didn't get it yet, Jackie kept repeating, 'Oh fuck me,' with ever increasing pitch and volume.

I slammed into her. Karen slammed into her; although I can't be sure but I think she was laughing while doing it. And Gloria...Well Gloria got wrapped up in Jackie's arms again, her head crushed tightly on and between Jackie's breasts.

Jackie croaked out one last, brash comment to her newfound bosom buddy, "I bet you wish they were registered now," before I felt the waterworks bathing the lot of us. She remained stationary, head uplifted and eyes closed, for some moments before falling alongside me with a loud sigh.

None of us did or said anything at first, except listen to Jackie pant heavily. It was Gloria who broke the silence, "I think I chipped a tooth," then quickly shifting gears as she just realized the chosen seat was open, jumped into my lap ahead of, and facing, Karen, saying, "My turn."

Karen started to whine, "Hey wait a minute! When did I get voted to be every one's fuck bunny?"

It was Gloria's turn to whine, "Ah, come on Karen, please? You get to do it with Will anytime you want."

It took Gloria only a few more seconds of pleading before Karen relinquished, "Okay, okay then turn around."

"No; I want to put Will up there," she said to Karen, and then turning back toward me, "Is that okay?"

Well, there was the second stupid question of the night, "Anything you want honey. I always wanted to tap that ass."

Karen rolled her eyes at my braggadocios talk, "Look who's getting all 'gansta'," she said, and then continued to Gloria, "All right, but I better wash this thing first. You don't need Jackie's cooties up your hoochie."

"Bitch," Jackie said under her breath. 

With Karen cleaning her newfound, favorite toy and Gloria preparing herself for anal combat, I turned to Jackie, who still hadn't moved since sliding off my cock. She was laying half on her stomach and half on her side. She had that Liz Taylor quality about her as she lay prostrate with one side of her face buried in the bed sheets. The other side watched me intently. Her breathing finally subsided, but every now and again I heard her take a deep breath and slowly let it out through her mouth, and each time she exhaled I caught the subtle whiff of warm jasmine.

"How are you doing?" I asked with a wry smile.

Her lips weakly curled up into a smile, "I think you broke my hoochie, and I know Karen broke my ass. You know your wife has a real mean streak."

"I have a feeling it runs in the family," I said.

I squeezed the closest one of her plump, round cheeks. She gave me a mocked wince of anticipated pain that told me to venture no farther with my hand.

"Should I kiss it and make it all better?"

She bit my ear lobe, as Karen is want to do when she gets feisty, and said to me in the sultriest voice I had heard in a woman outside of my own mind, "What I really want you to do is slide your tongue into my ass until I squirt."

"You naughty, dirty gir..."

She buried her tongue deep into my mouth. Holding it there just long enough so that she probed every millimeter, and some parts twice, then pulling out she said in that same sultry voice, "That's how I want it done to me," and back into my mouth she dove.

Our embrace was interrupted when we heard Gloria loudly groan, more out of pain than pleasure. She was inching my cock further into her rear, but the progress was slow. So far she only had a third of it inside of her.

I whispered to Jackie, "Aren't you going to help her?"

"Little chick's got to learn to fly on her own sometime; she's doing okay."

"You are a cruel mistress," I said, then louder to Gloria, "Don't be so cheap with the K-Y, Glo. Slather it all around my stick, just like jam on bread, honey...and spend some time working a finger or three up there to get it loose, before you try and stick it in."

Gloria busied herself with my instructions.

"I want it done to me softly," Jackie said, hopping back on our previous subject, and then she reengaged the kiss.

It was only a few moments later when I heard Karen enter the room. Gloria had already seated herself back down on me, and had succeeded in putting me halfway in.

"How we doing?" I heard her say to Gloria.

"It's like you said last week. It hurts at first, but then..."

"I know, baby, and it gets better."

Jackie and I slipped off each other and watched intently as Karen pressed up against Gloria. Both of their breasts in were in contact as Karen sweetly placed an assuring hand on one of Gloria's cheeks. We saw her slip a finger down and slide it along the exposed part of my shaft, using its length as a gauge to measure Gloria's progress.

"Almost there," Karen said earnestly. Then she and Gloria locked in a passionate embrace. Both of them had a firm hold of each other's buttocks, as their tongues danced from one mouth to the next.

It was another iconic moment; one that I will continue to play over in my head even when parts of my body begin to decay and grow flaccid from old age. They'll have me drooling in a corner at some moldy old folks' home. Yet, a smile will be plastered on my face, and only if I had the ability to talk I would tell them the tale of how my sweet, sweet slut of a wife finally, completely, and so unabashedly succumbed to her inner lesbian.

I couldn't wait. What I saw of the two women affected me beyond my ability to contain. Yet, what reason was there for me to wait? Beetlesmith's magic elixir would guarantee my endurance, as it had done at every turn this evening. I shifted my cock ever so slightly within Gloria's tight rear. She probably didn't even notice, so subtle were my movements, but it was more than enough for me. I felt myself coming. A rich euphoria flowed over me as I felt spasm after spasm empty deep into her beautifully formed ass. Only the weak moan that passed through my lips would indicate to anyone that I had just climaxed.

One person did notice, however. Jackie giggled with astonished glee. Her amazement peaked even more when she saw Gloria slowly slide my still hardened cock in and out now that she'd grown accustomed to my size.

"Did you just come?" Jackie whispered into my ear.

I just closed my eyes and nodded a reply.

"How in fuck's name can you do this? I've known some guys in my time who could throw some wood, but this..."

Attempting a very poor Kirk Douglas impression, I said "Because I...am...Robo-cock."

I could feel Jackie's eyes drilling into the side of my head. There was so much she wanted to say, and even more she wanted to ask, but eventually all she could bring herself to mutter with barely concealed envy, "Goddamn Karen is such a fucking goddamn moron."

Thank you Mr. Beetlesmith, you goddamn genius.

By now Karen had entered Gloria, and unlike her time with Jackie, she was far more gentle and loving with Gloria. I could feel her slowly pumping the strap-on into our friend's pussy with calm deliberation. She had a light hold of each of Gloria's buttocks, and every so often would stroke them, or give them a gentle squeeze, or pulling them apart and putting a finger or two at her anus so that she could feel my cock sliding in and out of Gloria's ass. All the while their lips remained in contact.

Jackie also noticed the tender way in which Karen was handling Gloria compared with her own rough treatment by her hand. I saw a shroud of jealousy descend over her face, as she said with overt sarcasm, "Face to face; that's very romantic."

"Play nice."

She stopped herself from saying more, and only responded with, "I will if she will."

Christ! She was back on the 'Karen and Gloria as star-crossed lovers' meme. Both she and Karen were beginning to be real pains with this sibling rivalry. Fortunately, their combativeness remained in the slightly derisive, verbal realm, such as that last dig from Jackie, or Karen's, 'Jackie's cooties,' comment earlier, so I didn't take their sparring too seriously. I would realize later that my apathy was a mistake.

"What's the deal with you two?"

She laid her head on my chest, "Nothing really; old wounds that never really closed. What does Karen say?"

"The same," I lied; Karen never talked about Jackie at all.

Karen and Gloria continued their slow screw, oblivious to anything around them. I was content to just let them go to town on their own without any more help from me, except for a stiff cock up Gloria's behind.

I slipped a hand between Jackie's legs, "Is your pussy still broken?" and feeling that she was still very wet, answered my own question, "Nope, it feels in perfect, working order."

She rolled over onto her stomach, pinning my wrist against her pubis bone and the bed, but leaving my hand and fingers free. Then with subtle shifting of her hips, she rubbed her clitoris against my outstretched hand. All I had to do was keep my fingers taut and hand still. It was the same technique Karen used on me earlier at the dinner table, only instead of my cock Jackie used my fingers. I guess there was a lot more than just infidelity, earlobe nibbling, and a penchant for being mean-ass bitches that run in their family.

I felt Karen picking up her pace. Gloria was giggling about something, and seemed to be having a merry time bouncing up and down on my lap. Jackie continued to stroke her pussy along my fingers while she attempted to give me a hickey on my chest. The whole scene struck a funny chord, causing me to laugh.

Jackie stopped sucking to ask, "What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking. I'm the only guy in the room and surrounded by three lovely, red-lining and supercharged, stick-it-into-me-six-ways-to-Sunday women, and all I need do is stick my finger up...keep 'it' up...throw a strap-on into the mix, and just lie back and watch the fun. I definitely am..."

"Robo-cock," she finished for me with a smile. "Well Robo-cock, let's see what your tongue can do."

She sat on my chest, and looking down at me with a 'cat that ate the canary' look, said, "First time I've felt in control all night. Now stick out your tongue."

"Why?" I teased.

"Because you're going to kiss it...and lick it...and make it feel all better."

She started out using my mouth just as she had my finger, shifting her pelvis forward and back so that her sweet vitals slid gently across my extended tongue. Her clit and labia were swollen and protruding, making it easier for her to keep me squarely in her groove.

To start, Jackie rapidly shook her hips so that her clitoris almost quivered across the tip of my tongue. The action made her use quick breaths through her mouth, making her sounded like a small steam engine straining up a steep grade. Every now and again she would change it up, shifting her vulva in a long slide to where my tongue ended up lapping around the opening of her pussy.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 04



"That's right, stick it up there," she purred while sitting down a little firmer over my mouth and forcing my tongue further into her pussy, "Deeper...Oh, yes...Deeper," she repeated, her voice trailing away on the last syllable.

Then she slid back up, centering her clit over my mouth, forcing herself down on me again so that I could hold the sensitive button between my lips while lightly flicking with my tongue. No words were spoken by her this time, just a sharp intake of air and an ever so subtle trembling of her thigh.

The pattern repeated itself, but each time she would shift herself a little further forward, placing my tongue closer and closer to her anus. She would hold herself there, probably seeing what I might do with the opportunity she presented, but I didn't want to take the bait just yet; I was going to tease it out of her, first. So instead, I concentrated on the sensitive area between her vulva and anus, then shifting my tongue away from her chosen spot to work on her pussy once more.

We played this little waltz with each other for some time. As she purposefully shifted her anus close to my mouth, I would purposefully tongue any area but what she most desired. It's not that I was squeamish of the idea of tonguing Jackie's ass, quite the contrary. In fact Karen, who also liked a lot of attention through the backdoor, enjoyed that type of tongue-play immensely, so this was nothing new to me...Well now; I just learned another thing that runs in their family.

I could tell by the hard sighs and quivering whimpers she uttered that it was beginning to drive her mad with sexual frustration. Jackie ended our waltz by sitting back on my chest, and said with barely concealed irritation, "What are you doing, or should I say not doing?"

I looked her over before answering. God, she was beautiful when piqued. I could see her face framed between her large breasts, and even though she was well on the uphill side of middle-age, they still jutted out as firm, well-rounded globes. Each of her protruding nipples still sported a number of ruby colored, oval welts, the telltale signs of Gloria's enthusiastic nibbling. Her eyes glowed blue as they glared down at me; full of fire and frustration, their azure color augmented by the dark brunette hair that fell haphazardly across her forehead.

What man wouldn't give it all up, liberty and property, just to hear her beg him, even one time, to slide his tongue into her well-proportioned ass?

She raised an eyebrow as a silent reminder for me to answer her question.

I touched her protruding button with a finger and ran it slowly down along her labia. A warm, slick seepage lay thickly over her pussy and glistened at my fingertips.

Wonderful stuff, that elixir.

"Wasn't my tongue attentive enough on your 'hoochie'," I said finally.

I pressed on her button again, sending her leg into spasm. More seepage dribbled out, which I again slathered about her labia.

She pulled my head up, planting my face firmly against her pussy, "That's not what I wanted from you, and you know it. Now stop teasing me."

That last bit she said with a very high-pitched whine that caught the attention of Karen, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing; just that your husband's going to give me a stroke."

"Tell me about it," Karen said with some amusement, "Welcome to the club."

Funny, I hadn't noticed until now that Karen and Gloria had changed tempo, well at least Gloria had, as she was bouncing up and down rather vigorously on my stick. Every time she hit bottom I heard her squeak out a, 'Jesus,' or an, 'Oh my.'

So at least Gloria was enjoying me even if Jackie wanted to kill me.

Jackie let go of my head, saying as a parent to a wayward child, "I'll sit right here all night if I have to."

"I want to hear that voice."

"What voice?"

"The voice you used to tell me how you want to squirt."

All I wanted her to do was repeat the desire. I didn't expect she'd attempt to reach down into her memory hole, shallow as it may be, to find the right timbre to her voice, "I...I...I," she kept saying over and over, starting and stopping the phrase until she found the correct resonance.

Of course I helped her in her quest to find the perfect 'Jackie,' for every time she started the sultry phrase with 'I,' I threw in my own flippant opinion, "Deeper...No; too harsh...Now you're too high...Nope, too low...Close, but not silky enough."

Christ! She really must want it badly because she was jumping through every stupid hoop I put in front of her. I had her sounding like a stuttering moron with Tourette's. 

I couldn't contain myself any longer and broke out laughing.

"Oh, fuck you," she spat, yanking a tuff of my hair.

"That's the voice," I said in mock congratulations.

She mouthed another, 'Fuck you,' at me before I said, "Now scoot up a bit so that I get my hands on that beautiful, ripe ass."

I didn't have to tell her twice. With her sitting in my hands I could shift her around any way I pleased. I dove into her pussy with abandon as sort of my last nose tweak to her much frustrated demeanor. However, I didn't dally there too long, shifting her up slightly so that my tongue easily darted around her anus. I didn't push too hard on it at first, just a tickle to get it nice and slick. I let her anticipation continue to work on her mind.

Back down I moved her, hitting her clit, raking along the labia, and really tonguing her pussy, before tickling her ass again. I kept this tease and tickle going for some time, but with each pass down her vitals, I would linger just a bit longer at her anus.

Jackie was starting to get antsy, shifting her bottom in my hands and occasionally pulling on my hair trying to get me to speed things up; whimpering ever so softly each time I tarried between her cheeks while pushing my tongue a little further inside each time.

I looked up at her face to see her drifting off in her own little zone. Her beautiful blue eyes closed tightly. When she wasn't pulling on my hair, she would playfully massage, pull and pinch her breasts. Her lips were mouthing something I couldn't quite make out.

In the meantime, Gloria had picked up her pace and was forcefully throwing herself down hard on my body. She had given up on the, 'Oh my's,' settling instead on loudly pronouncing 'Jesus' every time she slammed into my pelvis. Unfortunately, she was being a bit reckless with her pounding, for a few times she came close to whacking my balls with her groin. I was able to somehow shift my legs without interfering with her rhythm, allowing my balls to drop down between them and into shelter before disaster ensued. For her own part, Karen had stopped pumping, resigning to remain still and allow Gloria to use her own imagination and initiative in bringing herself to climax. Between Gloria's sweet 'Jesus' moans, I would hear Karen softly say to her, "Fuck that fat cock, baby. Oh yes, fuck my husband's fat cock for me."

'Fuck my husband's cock for me,' she said. God; I loved it when she expressed her desires in that way. She wanted to share me. Really, needed to share me; yet at the same time she needed to make sure no one forgot that I am hers.

On my last pass up Jackie's pussy I noted that she had shifted her attention away from yanking on my hair to earnestly fingering her clitoris. I saw it as a signal that she was getting close, and decided to finally give her what she wanted. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I brought her tight against me, working my tongue as far into her rear as I could go.

"That's it you naughty, nasty man!" she said loudly, almost too loudly I thought.

She intensified her clitoral stimulation, while continuing to loudly verbalize her base sexual wants to any who cared to listen, "Deeper...Deeper...that's it...Oh, sweet Jesus that's the spot...Tongue-fuck my ass...You love sliding that tongue up my asshole, don't you?...And I love it there," and on and on it went.

It was loud, it was vulgar, and I'm almost positive it was meant for Karen's benefit.

I tried to work my tongue around as best I could, but her sphincter continually clamped down on it, immobilizing it. She was in spasm. I felt her leg twitch again, sustained this time, as if a jackhammer was going off in her thighs. Her abdomen rolled in subtle, involuntary convulsions, and with each contraction clear fluid would leak out of her pussy. There were no more attempts to taunt the other women in the room with bawdy, salacious talk; all that was spoken was a long, protracted squeal of delight.

Then she did something I had never seen a woman do before, she lightly slapped at her clitoris. She uttered one, final, loud, and high-pitched 'Fuck,' before a heavy spray of fluid drenched the headboard in front of her. She continued to slap herself silly, and pulse after pulse flowed out, hitting the headboard again, hitting the pillows and bed sheets, and, unfortunately, shooting up my nose.

Taken at unawares by the forcefulness of her ejaculation, I started to choke and cough, and seeing the predicament I was in, pinned down by Jackie's convulsing body, I began to laugh; and in so doing, brought my now saturated face up even further into her line of fire.

All good things come, and come to an end, eventually. So it was for Jackie. Slowly she sat back onto my chest, but continued to softly massage her clitoris and drawing out the last remnant of euphoria. The last waves of climax continued to roll through her frame at infrequent intervals, but the waterworks were over. Eventually she just sat motionless; her eyes still closed, hands clasped to her groin, and only a heavy sigh to signal its end.

I was still coughing, trying to get that last bit of 'Jackie' out of my lungs.

"Sorry," Jackie said, trying not to laugh while wiping my face with the bed sheet, "Sometimes when I come...Well, let's just say I come."

I still couldn't get that last bit of fluid out, and said while trying to clear my throat, "Death by pussy; I can't think of a better way to go, and it would be funny watching you three explaining to the coroner how I drowned in bed."

I playfully touched her pussy. There was a little post-coital sensitivity that made her flinch. Funny how the women still suffered from that, but I didn't. Wonderful stuff, that elixir.

I touched her again, sort of as a gentle prod for her to move, and said, "I need to breathe."

She flinched again before sliding off me and onto the bed, "Now I'm sure you broke my hoochie."

"I think that was more you than me, but thanks for the compliment."

I looked in the direction of the other women. Gloria had remained seated on my lap with my hard-on still inside her. She was leaning forward with her hands on my knees, breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat glistened off her skin, but Karen was nowhere to be found.

I flexed my cock in a gentle call for her attention, "Where's Karen?"

She gave a little, answering wiggle with her rear and pointed toward the bathroom.

I flexed again, "You okay?"

Another answering wiggle.

"You keep doing that and I'm going to come up your ass again."

"Promise?" she cooed.

My interplay with Jackie, and now my sexual banter with Gloria, put my mind back into the sexual primitive, that ultra-horny, "no 'holes' barred" state where anything and everything can go.

"You like my cock up your ass?" I teased again flexing my cock.

She turned her head toward me to answer, "Are you what some people would call, 'My backdoor man,' now?"

"I don't know sweetheart that depends on how bad you want me to be. Show me how much you want me to be your backdoor man. Let me watch you slide that dick in and out of your sweet ass."

She started to bounce up and down like she had before, "No, no sweetheart, slower...That's right...Just a little slower...Oh, nice...Slide that cock up just to where I can see the head...There you go, now sit back down on it...Oh, nice."

Karen finally came out of the bathroom, and tossing the strap-on next to Jackie, announced, "That's it. I refuse to be anyone's fuck bunny for the rest of the night."

She laid down alongside of me and kissed me hard, "I think it's time my husband gave his wife a little quality time of her own; and I've been thinking of some deliciously wicked things." 

"Do these things include my cock and your ass?" I asked, as I teased her anus with a finger.

"You read my mind," she purred, "That's exactly where I want it to go."

Yep, my mind was really back in the guttural, primitive state, and fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it, Karen was going to take the brunt of my sexual rancor. Let's just call it my last bit of revenge for her Kendall mess.

"Well it's occupied right now," I pointed out, "But there are some things you can do to cut in line, so to speak."

"Things?"

"Yeah, like that little thing you started in the kitchen but never got to finish. Now if you were to suck my cock like a real slut, I can see about doing something your way."

She was there along with me, the guttural, sexual primitive. I could see it smoking in her eyes, and in the way she raised an eyebrow and crooked her mouth into a smile. She wanted me, no, was begging me to use her in the worst way imaginable.

She not so gently pushed Gloria off the sacred throne, saying, "Move baby, momma's gotta suck that cock."

No sooner had Gloria climbed off me than Karen dove down, and in no time had slathered my cock with a thick coat of her saliva.

She was easily sucking me in a half to three-quarters of the way, and I found great pleasure in pushing her head down to get her to accept my full length.

"That's right honey, suck it all the way in...Hold it there...No, hold it...That's right...Now let me feel your tongue tickle my shaft."

I held her head down like that, taunting her with my banter until I heard loud, forced breathing through her nostrils, then I would release her momentarily. Once freed, her head would spring off me as she grabbed for a much needed, long draft of air. However, I didn't give her much time before pushing her head back down, forcing my cock as fast and far down her throat as it would go without making her retch.

I only had to push on her head a few more times before she performed the act on her own initiative.

Gloria and Jackie didn't attempt to join in or help Karen at all, but were content to watch my obvious verbal and sexual abuse of my wife from the safety of their respected corners of the bed. That's not to say they remained mute. Every so often, they would throw their own saucy banter into the mix, probably as their way of including themselves in the debauchery while staying at a safe distance. Gloria's taunts were all in good-natured fun; however, Jackie's were a bit on the abrasive and antagonistic, "Wifey sucks a mean cock, no wonder Will hasn't kicked you out yet; you're a keeper," or, "You tongue that cock almost as good as Will tongued my ass, and it's making me wet thinking about it," and other lewd comments even more over the top than those.

It's one thing to include dirty talk in a sexual situation, but quite another to say things that could be construed as cruel, and Jackie was treading too close to that line. In hindsight, I should have put a stop to the talk, but I didn't. Partly because I wasn't really paying that much attention to what was specifically said, but also because I still hadn't quite gotten over the Kendall affair, so I was relishing Jackie's explicit humiliation of Karen a bit more than I should have.

Unwittingly at the time, I threw my own two-cents worth into the taunting pool, saying to Karen in a mock tone of astonishment, "Oh, you are a slut. You just love sucking cock for an audience; I can tell just by how wet your pussy feels."

However, the sexual goading from the three of us didn't seem to bother her. In fact, I think it had the opposite effect, because I wasn't exaggerating before; Karen was as wet as I've ever known. When I buried my two fingers into her vulva it was like dipping them into a warm, water-soaked sponge, and the more I manipulated my fingers in and around her pussy the wetter she got until there was almost a continual seepage of her natural lubricant flowing out of her.

The real fireworks didn't start until I inserting two of my moistened fingers into her rear to compliment the two I already had in her pussy, working them in and out in tandem. By this time Karen had completely inserted my cock in her mouth, and held it there; her nose and lips in constant contact with the rest of my body.

I added the coup de grâce when I pushed gently on her swollen button with my thumb. Karen let out a continual high-pitched moan of ecstasy that vibrated throughout my groin. She was in climax, a continual involuntary twitching of her lower torso that seemed to stretch out into forever.

Karen's head snapped back up. I heard the characteristic swimmer's gulp for air before she continued with a long, protracted, stuttering wail; the audio companion to the visual contractions in her lower extremities.

Seizing the opportunity afforded to her by Karen's climax, Jackie pounced down on my now, unattended cock; performing an almost seamless transition between her and Karen as she sucked for all she was worth, mouth over fist.

I watched Jackie's head bob up and down with such rapidity and force that it was causing her large melons to gyrate with a very seductive sway and wildly slap against themselves.

I chuckled aloud at the vision that just popped into my head.

Gloria, who was still only passively watching the other two women work their magic, asked, "What's so funny?"

I said loudly, "I was just thinking that someone with Jackie's finely tuned, sexual imagination would instinctive know what to do with a pair of large tits and a very hard cock."

Jackie didn't look up at me, but I saw her smile while mouthing another, 'Fuck you,' before smothering my cock between her beautiful orbs.

There was still something not quite right. I ran a finger along my wife's pussy while saying, "I think your cousin's going to need your help."

Karen giggled, "She always needs help."

Uncanny is the near telepathic connection between a long-standing husband and wife, because Karen knew exactly what I wanted from her without any further instruction.

She firmly held Jackie's breasts against my cock, allowing me to slowly thrust myself between them; and each time it emerged from between those choice pillows, Karen would lick and gently suck on my passing head. My vision was now complete.

"I feel kind of like a fifth wheel," Gloria said as she moved along side of me.

"You can always add your own tongue to the fray," I suggested.

She giggled, "Uh, uh; the last time I got my head shoved in there I almost didn't get it back again." She then joined me in fingering Karen's vulva.

I got another vision. This one was where Gloria inserted a fist into Karen's willing and well-lubricated pussy, while Karen screamed in frenzied ecstasy for her to push it in further. Maybe next time for that one, because the thought alone was all I needed at the moment, and said to Karen, "Better get ready, honey."

"Give it to me, baby," she answered.

This time my load wasn't nearly at the volume or force as those previous, but I still gave a good show nonetheless. I didn't see it myself, but a verbal description of the event was supplied by Jackie, who had the front row seat.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 05



Jackie was wiping away some of my semen away that had dribbled onto her tits, and remarked, "Maybe I should get them registered. My girls can sure work their magic on a stiff prick."

It was just an off-hand remark. A bit boastful perhaps, but in light of the events of the evening, I thought it was funny.

Karen didn't think so, however, and reacted to Jackie's tongue-in-cheek boast with only slightly subdued ire, "What the hell are you talking about, bitch? The only thing your 'girls' did was hang around totally useless, like oversized cow's udders, waiting until something with half a brain decides to use them. Come to think of it, half a brain and useless pretty much describes your life's story. You should have those words chiseled on your tombstone."

In a way, I could sympathize with Karen, even though I thought she had overreacted. It was probably that way when they were kids. Karen did most of the work, but Jackie tried to claim, and probably received, most of the credit.

Jackie barked back, "Jesus! What in the hell has gotten into you tonight?"

Karen looked like she was about to launch into a three hour dissertation to answer that question, when I grabbed her about the hips and pulled her back.

She started to laugh, and just like that, her animosity with Jackie was put on the back burner, "What are you doing?" she asked, turning her head around to look back at me.

"I'm not through with you yet. I think you mentioned something earlier about 'quality time,' my cock, and your ass."

"No," she corrected, "I think I said something about 'deliciously wicked,' your cock, and my..."

Jackie blurted out, "Jesus! Stick it in her already. At least maybe you can kill the bug that crawled up her ass."

"Play nice," I said.

Jackie responded by sticking her tongue out at me. I found it kind of endearing, a little snotty, and pure, unadulterated Jackie. I'll give her credit, at least she didn't say anything more to Karen.

I don't know why I continued along this theme of antagonizing Karen, particularly in front of Jackie who would view my actions as a form of 'carte blanche' for her own devious, antagonistic behavior. Throwing my two bits worth of sexual humiliation into the kitty would only add fuel to Jackie's fire. However, there were too many fun scenarios milling around in my head with Karen as marionette, for me to care about the consequences of my actions.

Karen remained on all her hands and knees, her breath coming in short, shallow intervals suggestive of piqued anticipation. Her ass was already well-lubricated and pliable from our earlier exploits, but I would take my time; oh, so much time.

I teased and teased with fingers and tongue. I'd apply just enough sustained stimulation to her vulva to where I would notice her leg begin in quiver, and then stop. I'd wait a moment for her twitching to subside, and then repeat the torture.

I had my lovely wife in that zone where she teetered between agony and ecstasy, and she loved every second of the torment.

I whispered into Gloria's ear, "You want to help me torture my wife?"

She smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically.

"You are such a naughty girl. Just do what I'm doing, and make sure she doesn't come."

Gloria replaced my fingers with hers, and commented, "Oh, she's so wet."

Gloria soon had Karen's legs twitching again. Karen let out a soft whimper of protest and tried a halfhearted plea for Gloria to bring her quickly to climax, but Gloria refused, saying, "Sorry, but Will's making me do it."

Once I got Gloria squared away, I lay beside my wife, "Are you having fun? I'm having fun."

"No; I'm not having fun, you bastard," she answered, not too convincingly, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why are you letting me?" I retorted, "You can stop it any time you want and finish yourself off. But you wouldn't want to do that. You and I know it's excruciatingly more fun to have someone else tease it out of you; like the first time we did it, remember? We really didn't know each other then. I didn't know what you liked, or how you liked it. How hard, or how fast, or even how deliciously slow you needed it done at times. And I would blindly fumble around with you in the dark, hitting that sweet spot on occasion, but oftentimes just missing...So close to it, yet... And you were too shy then to tell me when I hit it, or that I just missed it. Then when I did hit the spot with just the right amount of pressure and speed, it wouldn't be long enough. You would be lying motionless, pussy saturated as it is now; wondering, hoping, and even silently begging in agonizingly piqued anticipation whether I would return to the spot on my own. And all the time the brief hits and near misses are sending you frantically over the edge. That is until I did make you come, and boy, how you cam..."

"Please, stick it in me...Please," she whined, the timbre of her voice showing the strain of her sexual frustration.

"And what?"

"And? I don't know...Kill the bug up my ass? What?" she asked confused, sounding as if she were on the verge of laughing and crying at the same time.

I didn't say anything, but watched Gloria sometimes hit and purposefully just miss all the right spots with her tongue. She winked at me and giggled with delight at the torment we were inflicting on her lifelong friend.

"I'll do anything you want," Karen finally said, "Is that what you want me to say?"

"It's a start. But now that you mention it, I've been thinking there's one thing I haven't seen you do tonight. It's been on my mind since the kitchen and it's made my dick ache ever since I brought it up. I would really love to watch as you eat Jackie's pussy."

For the first time since I started this whole, torturous ordeal with Karen, Jackie made a sound, "Oh, you sweet, sweet man, you."

For all of her blustering this evening and faux annoyance dealing with anything 'Jackie', Karen did not seem too unhappy at the prospect of servicing her cousin. In fact, she looked like she relished the opportunity. I suspect given the extreme state of arousal she would have willingly gone down on an aardvark if I had suggested it, providing one were available, of course.

When Jackie slid herself inches from Karen's mouth, Karen wasted no time diving into her wet vulva, as a hungry animal would lunge for a morsel of food inadvertently dropped from a glutton's plate.

"Slowly," I said, as I gently pulled her head back by her hair, "I want to see your tongue working all over her pussy...That's right...in and out...up and down...all around"

Jackie remained surprisingly quiet, foregoing her customary raunchy banter and allowing Karen to work her enchantment on her own accord.

Probably as a way to enact some measure of revenge, Karen teased at Jackie's pussy the same as Gloria and I had teased at hers. Slowly and deliberately, she worked her tongue in and around every nook and cranny from top to bottom, spending more of her effort tonguing her opening while purposefully neglecting Jackie's now protruding clitoris.

I moved in behind Jackie, cupped and pinched her hardened nipples, and said, "Seems like you two are finally playing nice."

She mumbled something back that was inaudible.

Pressing my cock hard into the small of her back, I asked, "Where would you like this?"

"You really are a sweet, sweet man," came her dreamy reply, "Surprise me."

I lifted her up, and slowly pushed my cock forward between her buttocks; it easily slid into the first available opening encountered.

Jackie let out a terse moan of delight before saying, "You read my mind."

Karen started to protest the injustice of the circumstances, "Hey, wait a fucking minute..."

"Now Karen, you need to be a better hostess. Guests always come first," I said, laughing at my pun.

"Fuck that! I'm doing what you said..."

"I said it was a start; but if you weren't serious about 'doing anything I want,' then we can stop it now and you can finish yourself off."

"That's not what I want," Karen whined, "I want you to fuck me...There!" putting frustrated emphasis on the 'There.'

"All good things to those who wait, and right now I want you to wait for our guests. Think of it this way, my love; the quicker we get Jackie off, the quicker I can turn my attention to your sweet ass."

This really must be killing her. Not only did she have to watch others, particularly her nemesis Jackie, becoming sexually gratified when she had been nearly bursting at the seams with her own pent up and heightened arousal, but she was now made to service those others in the process.

I could tell it wasn't going to take much effort to bring Jackie off. All of the women were in an extreme state of arousal, brought on by the additive effects of the elixir coupled with my raunchy behavior. My goading of Karen and her increasing sexual frustration were acting as a new catalyst of the evening. In essence, everyone was feeding off Karen's state and it escalated their own feelings of eroticism into unprecedented heights of arousal.

I held Jackie tight, keeping her still so that Karen could easily work her mouth around her sweet spots without having to worry about a moving target. I didn't do much thrusting myself, allowing Karen to do most of the heavy lifting while I just shifted my cock a bit.

When Karen fully enveloped Jackie's clitoris with her mouth, Jackie signaled us of her inevitable climax, by loudly proclaiming, "That's the spot, cousin...That's the spot...Suck my clity...suck it...suck it...Oh, you're so good...," with each phase ending on a higher note than the one previous.

Jackie proceeded to sit down hard on my cock. Wedging her hand past Karen's mouth she started slapping her clitoris as she had done with me. Jackie grunted one last, deep, 'Oh,' before a torrent of warm fluid burst into Karen's face. She continued her slapping well after her initial climax, triggering more fluid to spurt forward. Surprisingly, Karen didn't shield herself from the onslaught, instead she forcefully pushed her tongue into Jackie's saturated vulva, and swirling it vigorously around her opening, coaxed the last remnant of Jackie's climax to trickle out.

After Jackie slid off me, I leaned forward and looked into my wife's face. She was flushed and breathing heavily through her mouth. The vestige of Jackie's orgasm formed large droplets across her forehead and cheeks, making it appear she was soaked with perspiration. Her eyes blazed back at me. It wasn't a glare of acrimony, however, but one of severe sexual distress; and that look of burgeoning passion stamped on her features was seductively augmented by her mouth, which curled up into a 'Mona Lisa' smile.

"God; you are beautiful," I said to her in all sincerity.

At that moment I came to realize that all of my thinking this past week about our marriage had been wasted effort. There were many reasons why I forgave her, but it wasn't because we were both guilty of the same transgressions in our own way, or whether I was somehow culpable in her infidelity through neglect, or even out of some antiquated obligation to our marriage vows. No, I finally shelve all of the rationalizations when I saw the look she gave me; I forgave her for the simple fact that she still took my breath away.

Her smile broadened. Had she read my mind? I could only hope.

"Give us a kiss," she said.

I could still taste Jackie on her as she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth.

Releasing me, she asked, "Satisfied?"

"Almost."

She didn't like my answer, and started to whine again, "I can't take this much longer. Really, I mean it. I can't fucking keep my fucking legs from fucking shaking, and it's fucking driving me nuts."

"Sounds like you've got something 'fucking' on your mind."

"Yes!" she almost shouted, "Your cock buried about seven inches in my ass....Please!"

"All good things," was all I said to her.

I looked down at Jackie, who was lying peacefully on her side. Slapping her on the ass, I said, "Hey, no time for rest. Go take Glo's place and tease your cousin for a while," and then to Gloria, "You ready, Glo? It's your turn."

"Oh, goodie," came Gloria's enthusiastic reply.

Knowing that further appeals for mercy would fall on my deaf ears, Karen tried persuading her cousin, "Jackie...Please...Just touch my clit....Just a little...Jesus; just blow on it, for Christ's sake...Please."

Jackie giggled, "Sorry cuz, Will's orders."

"God; you fucking bitches...," she said as a final, half-hearted curse before succumbing to the inevitable, torturous wait.

Gloria shouldered up to me, and grabbed my cock, saying, "'Bout time. I was starting to feel neglected."

I flexed my cock, which teased a gleeful laugh from her, and said, "You're still not griping about being a fifth wheel, are you? Because I'm sure Karen wouldn't mind you taking her place."

"No, that's okay," she answered, then feeling apologetic to Karen, said down at her, "Sorry Karen. Will made me do it."

I don't think Karen was paying attention to us at the moment. Jackie was doing something with her mouth that was making Karen's legs twitch, and Karen was too busy biting the bed sheets to acknowledge Gloria's contrition.

As I did with Jackie before, I pressed my cock hard into Gloria, and asked, "Where would you like this?"

She didn't hesitate with an answer, "Fuck my little twat."

I had never heard Gloria use such a coarse euphemism, and it shocked me a bit to hear her say it in that manner. By now, I shouldn't be surprised by anything anyone said or did when under the influence of the elixir. Still, these little abnormalities in behavior would catch me unawares every time they peeked at me from around the corner; and Gloria's little abnormality was a blatant tell of her own level of sexual arousal and frustration. It also should have tipped me off as to how she was going to interact with Karen, because as soon as she climbed onto me she began a verbal assault on my wife that was stunning.

Karen had her head down, face buried in her arms as she vainly tried to stop her lower extremities from shaking, as Jackie continued to tease her pussy unmercifully. When Gloria and I were finally situated scant inches in front of Karen, Gloria began rocking her hips while I remained still, then placing a hand on Karen's still prostrate head, she commanded, "I want your lips on my pussy."

Karen responded, but slowly at first, her reactions suggesting slight disorientation with her surroundings. Her mind must be reeling at this point, steeped in a sexual fog brought on by continually being at the brink of climax, but never achieving release. Her breath was shallow and rapid. Her eyes looked glazed and unfocused. But she still retained that 'Mona Lisa' smile as she tongued her way around Gloria's vulva. Karen was being used in the worst way; she knew it and loved every second.

"That's right," Gloria intoned, "Lick all around my pussy. You like sucking my pussy, don't you?"

When Karen didn't respond, Gloria asked more forcefully, "Tell me you like the taste of my pussy."

"Yeah baby," was Karen's dreamy reply.

Gloria pressed Karen's face a bit firmer into her groin, "I finally figured out what you told Will in the kitchen, that you love sucking me. You love it when you bury your face in me, getting me wet and smearing me all over your mouth and cheeks. And I know you love it when I come."

"Yeah baby," Karen said again as she fully pushed her face into Gloria's pussy, and when Karen pulled away she held Gloria's clitoris between her lips, playing it with her tongue.

"I love it when your husband's thick cock is fucking me while you suck on my pussy. Lick his shaft while it goes in and out...Oh, that's nice...It looks so good when you tongue his cock."

After each of Gloria's statements of desire or fact, Karen slowly came out of her fog and attacked Gloria's vulva with ever-increasing vigor.

Seeing the effect on Karen, Gloria escalated her raunchy behavior, "Your husband's cock feels so good. God, I'm getting so close. I want to see you suck on his balls. Suck his balls while he fucks my twat."

If Karen was going to extract a pound of my flesh in revenge for putting her through this agonizing, sexual ordeal, now was the time. I must say that I was just a wee bit apprehensive when I felt Karen's lips close around my balls, but she took pity on me and gently, lovingly sucked on my balls with lips and tongue. The sensation was incredible.

Spurred on by Karen's continued submission to her desires, Gloria rocked faster, "That's right baby, suck on Will's balls. You look so hot with his balls in your mouth. God; I'm so close."

Gloria then turned her banter toward me, "I want you to come inside me."

"You can ask better than that. What happened to slutty Gloria, the one who said all those naughty things to my wife?"

"I want you to come inside my pussy."

"That's still not good enough. Ask me like you really mean it."

Gloria giggled, then, with a hint of embarrassment in her voice, she said slowly, "I want you to shoot your thick, gooey load deep inside my twat...Now, hurry before I come."

"See, now I believe you. All right sweetheart, bounce for me and make me come."

Bounce she did, like a rubber ball trapped inside a cement mixer, she pounded herself down on my cock with ever increasing force, repeating the whole time, "Come for me," like some ribald chant

I don't know how much cum I had left in me after all that had happened this evening, but she pounded it all out of me. As my climax began to subside, I still had enough of my faculties left to reach around to give the 'slap-Jackie' treatment to her clit, but Karen's mouth was already there.

Gloria had stopped her bouncing. Wrapping her arms around Karen's head and pulling her tight against her groin. She started to say, "It feels so...," before she was silenced by the involuntary wrenching and twitching of her body.

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Karen continued to gently lick Gloria's vulva as I made my way toward Jackie, and the business end of my wife. 

Jackie's lips were turned up into a devilish smile, "She's about to pop," she said, and as proof of that fact, she lightly dragged her nails across Karen's buttocks, stopping only to gently massage the sensitive spot between Karen's pussy and anus with a moist finger. The effect caused Karen's legs to shiver while gooseflesh erupted about her buttocks and thighs.

I gently rubbed her ass, saying, "You still with me, baby?"

She only moaned a reply.

I licked that area where Jackie's finger had been; more tremors and gooseflesh. Then I shifted up, lightly applying my tongue to her anus.

"How does that feel, honey?"

"You have no idea. Make me come."

I applied more pressure and slathered a liberal amount of saliva about her hole. She lowered her head down onto the bed while pushing her ass even farther in the air. It was her final, silent appeal for me to end the ordeal.

I pressed my cock firmly on her anus. Not enough to cause penetration, but enough so that the pressure and tension it exerted around the whole area of her groin sent her legs into a continual, uncontrolled twitching spasm.

I pushed in further, but barely half way.

She let out a long, low groan that ended with, "Oh my god!"

I pushed all the way in, finishing with a light bump of her ass against my body. It was the faintest of taps, but caused enough of a vibration that rippled down through her vulva and tickled her clitoris.

She uttered a more frantic, high-pitched shriek that ended with, "Oh my god!"

I continued the pattern, slow and unvarying at first; pulling nearly out of her then pushing in until I felt that little bump, and with each little bump a new vibration rippled through her groin.

The sensation started her moaning incessantly; no words, just load, protracted wails of pleasure accompanying every subtle tap, bump, and pat produced whenever I pushed in fully.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 05



Finally, after a few minutes of this slow, meticulous grind, she spat out one loud, "Please!"

I grabbed her by the hips and repeatedly slammed her hard into me. I did this only a couple of times before I noticed that an eerie quiet had descended about the room, and that her loud moaning had stopped altogether.

Gloria, looking at Karen's face the whole time, saw something in her eyes and broke the silence, "Fuck; I am definitely next."

Karen was in climax. I hadn't noticed until I heard Jackie, who was watching the show from behind me exclaim, "Open the flood gates, Karen!"

It was then that Karen began to recoil violently and uncontrollably; so much so that she almost pulled totally away from me with one of her contractions. I pulled her tight against me to regain control, much like a rider has to clamp down on a wild bronco or else get thrown, and continued to thrust into her.

Spasm after spasm rippled through her body, and with each contraction, a little bit more of her strength ebbed from her limbs. Slowly she sank down onto the bed, taking me with her.

Karen ended up flat on her stomach with me lying fully on top of her. She still quivered in uncontrolled spasm as I continued to slowly pump her ass, and almost in a whisper she kept repeating, "Don't stop...Don't stop," and continued the chant even until after the shuddering had all but died away.

We lay for a moment together. As her breathing began to return to normal, I whispered into her ear, "Now I'm satisfied."

Gloria started to softly hum 'Puff the Magic Dragon.'

Karen laughed at Gloria's reference, and said, "Oh, shut up," then, after a deep sigh, she continued slowly and deliberately, "You are all a bunch of teasing, manipulative bitches. You can bet your asses that I'll get even with you someday...But in the mean time, do it to me again."

Jackie laughed, "Well before you get your engine running again I need to take a pee. Besides, we can roll you over in the clover later; it's my turn for some special attention."

Gloria objected strongly, "Hey back off Jackie and get in line. I called it first."

She probably would've added a few more choice phrases about whose turn it was but Jackie was already out the door. Instead of complaining further, she turned over to lie on her stomach while lackadaisically hanging her head over the side of the bed. She stared down at the floor, a look of quiet contemplation on her face.

I stood in front of her and started to massage her back, pushing firmly at her shoulders and slowly sliding my hands down to the small of her back, then sliding them up her spine again. She sighed deeply.

"Still feel like a fifth wheel?" I asked.

"Not if you keep doing that."

She reciprocated by playfully running her hands along the outside of my thighs. However, as I continued to knead her back, her playful touch soon turned sensual when she shifted her hands to my inner thighs, slowly running them up to where they almost touched my balls.

"You move your hands any higher and you're really going to spoil me," I said half joking.

She didn't respond verbally, but instead drew a finger along my scrotum. Her light touch with a finger soon became a full cup as she escalated her handiwork by gently kneading my balls. While still holding my balls, she ran a finger down along the underside of my shaft. The sensation made my cock jump, which caused her to giggle. She touched my shaft again, again it flinched, and again she laughed.

"Flex your stiffy for me, like you did before."

I made my cock bounce up and down, causing her to giggle more.

I was about to make some lame comment, but she had already pulled me into her mouth, inching it in a little at a time, and then back out again. She repeated this over a few more times, but could only draw me about half way.

Frustrated with her failed attempts, she finally asked, "I don't get it. What's the trick?"

I laughed at the almost innocent way she put her question. It was as if she were a little girl who couldn't quite see the solution to a coloring book puzzle that everyone else had solved with ease.

"Well the anatomy is all wrong. Your throat is going down in one direction and my 'stiffy' is going the opposite way. Here, turn over. It's better if I show you... That's right, let your head hang over the edge of the bed; now relax."

Once she turned over I saw the light bulb of comprehension blink on, "Okay, I get it," she said.

"Good, you can have your boyfriend thank me sometime for teaching you this, whenever you get one of course."

I let her pull me in. With little effort she pulled me half way on the first try. She held me there for a moment before pushing me back out a bit. In each subsequent try, Gloria would pull me in just a bit farther and hold me in just a bit longer, before pushing me back out again.

I hadn't noticed until now that Karen had finally risen from her stupor and quietly applied her own special talents to Gloria's pussy. It wasn't anything forceful or lustful, just a soft nibbling with her lips and tongue, and it was having a wonderful effect on Gloria.

Gloria had me fully within her, and had just started to develop a good rhythm of pulling me in, holding me tight against her so that I could feel her nose nudging my balls, and then pushing me back for a quick breath of air, when Jackie made her grand reentrance.

Unfortunately, her demeanor had changed since she left. Maybe it was due to her last tiff with Karen, and she had stewed on Karen's words for too long, but whatever the reason, her mood toward Karen became positively rude.

"This looks interesting," she said, as she laid herself down on top of Gloria.

Obviously, this put her and Gloria's head at equal levels, but it also put her ass squarely into Karen's face. Karen instinctively drew away from the unwanted advancement with a look of disgust, probably not because she was averse to servicing both of the women at once, but because Jackie expected her to.

Jackie then doubled down on stupid by wiggling her tail in Karen's direction, and saying in a teasing manner, "Come on Karen, and give me a little suck-suck too. Don't spend all your time on your girlfriend."

I could see the ire beginning to rise in Karen. For a moment, I even thought she was going to slap Jackie's ass, but instead she just threw her the finger, laid on the opposite side of the bed, and resigned herself to watching the proceedings from a distance.

Again, I should have done or said something. What? I don't know. It was between the two women, and their hostility with each other was buried somewhere deep in their past. Still, maybe if I stopped the fun and games for a moment and...And what? Make them each stand in the corner? Spank them until their rears glowed cherry? Christ, given their current state of arousal they would only consider that as foreplay. No, there wasn't much that I was going to do until the elixir wore off, and by that time what would be the point? Besides, I was having too much fun with Gloria to do much about it anyway.

Jackie watched Gloria guiding me in and out for a moment, and then commented, "I can't get over this."

"Over what?" I asked, happy she didn't renew her abrasive attitude toward Karen. Unfortunately, whenever Jackie became introspective she tended toward babble.

"This...you know, Robo-cock. When I was taking a pee I remembered reading something about this...or did I see it on television...No; it was in People magazine...Or was it Cosmo...Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, there're certain tribes...I forget where...I think Africa, but it could have been Indonesia...Or was it Indochina..."

As Jackie continued in this manner, I could see Karen's face becoming more crimson by the moment. I gave her a sympathetic look, as if to say, 'I know, she's a ditz and a bitch, have patience, this will all be over soon,' but she just flipped me off as she had done to Jackie, and continued to percolate.

Jackie, oblivious to what I was seeing in Karen, prattled on with her monologue, "...I'm sure it was East Africa, but it could have been in the Congo...Is the Congo in east Africa? Anyway, men belonging to these certain African tribes can keep it up for hours and no one knows how...Well, no scientists know how, at least according to Cosmo. Anyway, a lot of these guys can also come all night long...or during the day, for that matter...I wonder if there's a difference in their performance between night and da..."

Karen finally exploded, "Oh, would you please stop with the National Geographic travel log? Christ! It was bad enough earlier when you were Doctor Jackie giving us your oh, so sanctimonious advice on how to blow a guy; but for the love of Christ, please spare us your rendition of 'Marlin Perkins and Mutual of Omaha's wild fucking orgasm.'"

It was not so much what Karen had said, which I found funny, but it was the way in which it was said. Her words dripped out in an utterly dismissive and demeaning tone; an attitude that screamed, 'Stop talking you stupid cunt. Every time you open your stupid, cunt mouth you just tell people how much of a stupid cunt you are.'

Without warning, Jackie reached over and slapped Karen across the face. The blow was so hard that the sound reverberated around the bedroom. Karen was stunned, and blankly stared back at Jackie, wide-eyed and open mouthed. A large red patch that clearly showed a partial outline of Jackie's hand was beginning to form on the side of Karen's face.

The look Jackie gave was one of immediate shame. She started to apologize, but before she could utter a single word of regret, Karen slapped her across the face with equal force.

A long ominous pall descended across the room as the two women stared daggers into each other; then, all at once, each lunged forward, grabbed a hunk of the others hair with both hands and began pulling. Curses and long hanks of hair flew in all directions. Gloria and I stepped back, and watched as over thirty years worth of venomous, sibling acrimony spilled out across the bed.

Gloria turned to me, a look of concern in her eyes, "Aren't you going to stop it?"

"Not without a whip and chair," I said, trying to make a joke out of the situation.

Unfortunately, Gloria didn't see the humor in any of it and decided to take matters in her own hands. I tried to warn her against getting too close to the combatants, but I was too late, for just as she leaned into the fray, Karen's hand, still grasping a large chunk of Jackie's hair, snapped back and inadvertently smacked Gloria just below her left eye. Gloria let out a cry of pain and immediately fell backwards into me, slamming the back of her head hard against my chin.

Gloria lay prostrate on the bed, a hand clutching both a bruised cheek as well as the back of her head. Realizing what had just occurred, Karen and Jackie immediately stopped their catfight and tried to attend to their wounded friend.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," they said in unison, their voices full of concern and shame.

Karen, whether intentional or not, pushed Jackie out of the way in order to get a better look at the damage that was done. Jackie, still hot in a fever of rage and bitter at Karen's renewed slight, forcefully shoved Karen in the back, lashing out, "See what you did, you stupid cunt?"

Karen let out a loud, primitive grunt and leaped at Jackie. Grabbing her again by the hair, she screamed, "You've no right to call me a cunt, you fucking cunt!"

As the two women renewed their squabble, I got Gloria off the bed and led her out of the room, "Let's put some ice on it before it starts to swell."

I made her an ice pack and held it along the back of her head while I held an ice cube on her left cheek. The whole time she remained silent, wincing only once when I touched her bruised face with the cube.

"How does it look?" she asked after a while.

"It's hard to tell. We'll know more in a couple of hours. How's the back of your head."

"It's okay," she said, then smiled, "The ice feels good."

We stood looking at each other for some time, and then she began pushing my cock toward the floor, then releasing it like a spring so that it snapped back up, quivering. She repeated the pattern a couple of more times adding her own, special sound effects to the act, 'boing...oing...oing; boing...oing...oing,'

"What are you doing?" I chuckled.

"Is this normal for a guy? I mean it's been almost three...how should I say it...tortuous hours."

"I'd hardly call them tortuous, but didn't Karen tell you earlier not to look a gift horse in the mouth? Put it in your mouth maybe, but don't question it."

"No really, if I thought you were on an erectile enhancer or some other phosphodiesterase inhibitor, I'd be calling the emergency room about now."

I continued to make light of her observation, "Well, if I were mortal man it would be unusual but remember I'm Robo-cock, so it's no big deal."

She continued looking at me with suspicion; a look that demanded a reasonable answer, "No, I didn't take any phospho-whatevers, if that's what you're thinking. I don't need too. Think about the situation Glo, I've got three attractive women literally beating the living crap out of each other just for my attention. It tends to enhance a man's endurance."

She got a bit defensive, and said with concern, "I didn't mean to imply you were taking drugs. It's just that...that...Oh, fuck it anyway. I think Karen's an idiot. I'm sorry."

"On that I agree with you; fucking it that is...Karen as well, but we all do stupid things, and Karen's no different. I don't like what happened, but I'll get over it in time. Why are you so sorry?"

"For not telling you, I feel like a shit-heel."

The ice cube I held on her cheek was melted down to a small fragment, so I replaced it with a fresh one. I didn't say anything to her about her last confession, as I was wondering why she was bringing the sore spot with Karen up and out into the open again.

She smiled warmly up at me and began to giggle.

"What's so amusing?" I asked

"I was just thinking there are other, fun things we can do with an ice cube that wouldn't bring down the swelling."

"You are so full of surprises. All this time I thought you didn't know anything."

"I may be inexperienced, but I'm not naïve. Remember, I am a registered nurse. I've seen and heard a thing or two..."

"...Or six...or ten," I finished for her.

Now that she was picking at old scabs, I wanted to ask her again about her seemingly self-imposed celibacy. I think she guessed my intent because she pulled me closer to her and kissed me. It was long and passionate, but at the same time innocent. I sensed no lust behind it, only love, and I had to admit it to myself, I felt the same about her.

When she released me, she continued to stare up into my eyes. The smile was gone and replaced with a look of sullen apprehension.

"What's wrong?"

She just shook her head and looked down at the floor. She really didn't need to tell me. I had already guessed what was on her mind. It was the same thing I saw in her a week ago in the shower. We were getting too close. It would be easy for the inexperienced to misconstrue lustful passion for love. I should have anticipated something like this as another possible, albeit rare, side effect of Beetlesmith's elixir.

She finally looked back up at me, and said, "I really don't want to leave tomorrow."

I ignored my earlier thoughts, and responded dispassionately, as if I were only answering a close friend, "Karen and I are going to miss you."

I made sure to highlight Karen's name in the 'missing you' part as a subtle reminder that I was happily attached to another. I thought I saw a brief look of disappointment cross her face, and I quickly added, "Tell you what, how 'bout we come out your way in a few months."

"Really?" she asked brightly. She kissed me again, but this time there was more lust than love behind the act. Maybe I was reading her wrong and that what I was sensing in her was just an atmosphere of warmth and affection induced by the elixir. Truth be told, if I were honest with myself I would have to admit that maybe I was projecting some of my own feelings onto her.

"I think we better get back to the other two and find out what kind of damage they've done. We may need your expertise before this evening is over."

Gloria bounced away ahead of me, probably eager to reintroduce herself into another pile with Karen and Jackie. As we neared the bedroom, I noticed Gloria stop at the threshold. She let out a loud and abrupt chortle, and turning back towards me with a smile, said, "Well, I think they've solved their differences."

I peeked around the doorway to see Karen and Jackie deeply involved in the sixty-nine position. I could see that Karen sported a large, red welt where Jackie had clocked her. I couldn't see Jackie's face given that it was happily buried in Karen's vulva. Both of the women sported a few scratch marks along their arms and legs, but there was no blood, and their bones seemed to be unbroken. I guess Karen won the upper hand in their fight since she was on top, her ass held high in the air. She had already put one end of the double-dong into Jackie's pussy, as she tried to bend the other end around and slip that into Jackie's behind. Jackie had already shoved the strap-on and the other vibrator into each of Karen's orifices, and was working them in and out in turn.

"Looks like you're odd man out for the moment," I said to Gloria.

"Uh, uh, I've got you all to myself, now."

"Does it involve an ice cube?"

She laid down on the opposite side of the bed from the other women. A look of deep passion was stamped on her face as she stretched her arms out toward me and spread her legs invitingly. Her whole demeanor was as some sort of beckoning call; her Siren to my Ulysses.

What more could happen this week? I found out that I've been giving my wife a substance that may turn her into some sort of over-sexed, gnome-like creature; oh, and potentially a sociopathic creature at that. Meaning she'll freeze men's balls off just with her looks and enjoy herself in the process. Said wife, light of my life, when she's not locked in mortal combat with our close relations has been banging my boss, who, incidentally, isn't content to just humiliate me by using my love as his personal cum bucket; oh no, he also needs to introduce me to the unemployment line, making my humiliation complete.

"Slower," Gloria said, as I got off to a quicker start than she liked.

I slowed my pace. She sunk back into the bed. Her eyes, half-lidded with a soft, smoky, dream-like quality that told a man he was doing things right, remained fixated on me. It was the shower incident all over again, just a slower, more tender version. She cupped her breasts in her hands and seductively massaged them, more for my benefit than hers I suspect, and kissed and licked at her own hardened nipples. When I replaced my tongue with hers, they brushed against each other, and she took a moment to suck on it before laying her head back down.

"Oh, yes," she sighed deeply, almost as a whisper, "That feels so good. I love how you feel inside me."

I heard a soft moan and then another as I gently squeezed a nipple between my pursed lips. She wrapped her legs about me, holding me still and tight within her. I shifted my cock about, a playful tickle of her insides that exacted another moan in tribute.

"Look at me," she whispered, "I want to see your face."

She put her hands on either side of my head and parted her lips as if to speak, but no words came out. I tried to concentrate on the sounds in the room; her voice, the sexual banter of the other two women as they continued to pleasure themselves, but I heard nothing. I was deaf to the world. I felt a tingle along the base of my neck. Was that her hand? No; it was the same sensation I felt earlier at the dinner table. The elixir was losing its grip on me.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 05



I fixed my gaze on Gloria's face. For a brief moment her features remained perfectly sharp to my eyes, but the areas about her were shadowy and out of focus, as if I were looking at an antique photograph of her. With my head still clasped within her hands, I saw her mouthing something to me. It looked like...What? I can't be sure for my brain had already stopped functioning...

Darkness fell about me.

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I wasn't sure how long I was out, but when I woke I could tell the morning sky was just beginning to lighten. I sat up in bed, and other than a feeling of lightheadedness, I felt normal. I could hear deep breathing next to me, and when I looked over in the morning gloom I could just make out the silhouettes of the three women still sleeping on top of the bed covers, each wrapped in the other's arms. I felt like lying my head back down and returning to sleep, but there was one thing I needed to do today and sleeping in wouldn't make my mind any clearer.

I stumbled my way into the bathroom and took a close look at myself in the mirror; looking for any telltale sign of the potential adverse effects of the elixir. I really didn't expect to see any appreciable change from one application of the drug. Still, I was relieved to see William Henry and not Danny DeVito staring back from the mirror. I had a full head of hair and no hunch to my shoulders. There were no obvious signs of weight gain or a sudden need for me to wear glasses. However, I could see that my pupils were dilated, similar to Gloria's from a week ago. I was experiencing the residual effects of the elixir. What did Beetlesmith call it, his Afterglow Effect?

I looked down to check on the most important bit of my anatomy, and for the first time I noticed I was wearing a pair of Karen's panty hose. I chuckled to myself. I guess the women had some fun amusing themselves at my expense. I thought about returning the favor by throwing a bucket of water on them, but I started the shower instead.

I felt my head beginning to clear as the hot water washed over me. As I lathered, I thought about what I needed to do for the day, when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Mind if I join you?"

I was relieved to see that it was Karen this time, and not Gloria.

"Of course not," I said as I opened the shower door.

Her eyes were dilated like mine. Her face still exhibited the large red welt where Jackie had slapped her. 

I must have grimaced at the sight of the bruise, because she started to defend herself, "If you think I look bad, you should see Jackie," then she laughed and wrapped her arms around me, "How come you're up so early?"

"There are a few things I need to do at the office."

"It's Saturday," Karen started to whine, "And don't forget we have to drive Glo to the airport."

"I haven't forgotten. I'll be back in plenty of time."

Karen quickly shifted gears, and taking the bar of soap out of my hands began lathering my cock just as Gloria had done under similar circumstances. I was hard immediately.

Karen giggled, and said looking down at my groin, "That's the little guy I remember from last night, so nice and hard; and so nice and thick. I think it's time we play again."

I pressed my cock hard against her body, and said, "Why don't you drop that bar of soap and we can play 'horny inmate and the prison guard.'"

"Speaking of dropping things, what happened to you last night?"

"I guess I was finally overcome by my good fortune, and passed out. I hope you three were able to get along without me."

She giggled while answering, "Oh we got along all right."

"Who do I have to thank for the panty hose?"

She stared to laugh again, but didn't point an accusing finger at anyone, particularly at herself.

"Well I guess I should be thankful I didn't wake up with a dildo shoved up my ass."

"We thought about it, but you can thank Gloria for interceding."

"Only Gloria? Thanks a lot. I can see Jackie trying that, but my own wife..."

"Don't give me that, 'my own wife,' shit," she said laughing, "Not after what you put me through. Besides, the panty hose was the least we could do to you after dropping off and leaving us high and dry. Well, high and wet anyway," she laughed again at her pun, "But now that I think about it you didn't really leave us. You stayed hard well after you checked out. Jackie couldn't believe it. It took both Gloria and me to finally pull her off you."

"She banged me when I was asleep?"

A look of embarrassment crossed her face.

I knew what that look meant, and asked, pretending to be shocked, "All of you had a turn?"

Karen got defensive, "Well it would have been stupid of us to let it go to waste. I mean there it was sticking straight up, just crying for someone to...you know...sit on it."

I started to laugh, "You could have used the dildos, you dope."

"The hell with that, why go fake when you can use the real deal?"

"I feel so violated. I got date-raped by my own wife. I hope you and Jackie didn't start fighting over who would get the choice seat and give Gloria another shiner in the process."

"I'm sorry about that. I don't know what happened."

"I know. Both of you were acting like a couple of forty-year-old, adolescent brats, and it's..."

She cut me off with a kiss, "You don't have to scold me. I know we were acting like a couple of cun...bitches. Toward the end of the evening, though, I think we came to an understanding, and at least started to cut through some of the bullshit that has built up between us over the years. Don't get me wrong, we've still got a long way to go, and we'll never be the Brady Bunch, god forbid, but I don't think we'll be seeing a repeat of the Manson Family, either."

"Good. You know I wasn't kidding about trying to get Jackie back into our lives. She is our family, and she really is very sweet in a brain-dead sort of way."

"I know, and I'm also sorry...," she started to say, but stopped herself and lowered her eyes.

"Sorry for what?"

She looked up at me again, and said, "You know, for Roger."

I looked into her eyes, which were beginning to water from the upwelling of her tears. I kissed her, and said, "I know you are. I'm sorry also. I had no right to use it against you like I did last night after I said I had forgiven you. That wasn't fair of me," she smiled at me sweetly, and more tears followed, "But before you get all misty over my contrition, let me add that you're not to do that behind my back again."

She started to point out my apparent hypocrisy of demanding fidelity from her while at the same time banging her cousin and best friend, but I cut her to the quick, "I said behind my back. If there's someone or something you desire then tell me about it, and we'll see what we can do, but from now on you're to include me."

"Anyone and anything?" she purred.

"Within reason," I laughed.

Just like that, all my fears of Karen suspecting, questioning, and possibly discovering my administering of the elixir, evaporated. Now the seed had been planted in her mind that what once would have been considered an abnormal and suspicious occurrence, willing, unabashed sex with multiple partners, may now become a natural event. I could tell from the look she gave me that she was beginning to accept the idea. With any luck she may eventually accept the idea as her own, and in that way I can more easily moderate the use of the elixir, at least between the two of us.

She pulled me down to the floor of the shower, saying, "I'll have to give it some thought, but in the meantime I want you to stick that fat cock into me like you did last night."

Just as I entered her, we heard the bathroom door bang open and Gloria say excitedly as she dashed to the toilet, "Sorry. Don't mind me. I have to tinkle."

"Gloria, there is another bathroom in the house," Karen said with some irritation.

"Jackie's in there."

It was an awkward moment as Karen and I waited for Gloria to conclude her business. Both of us were trying not to laugh at our circumstance.

Karen whispered into my ear, "I guess she really has to go."

"Sounds like it," I said.

It was about a minute later when Gloria headed out the door, saying, "I'm next."

"Next for what," Karen yelled after her. Given the events of the past week, it was an open ended statement, and Karen knew it, "For a shower or for my husband?"

"Yes," Gloria replied ambiguously as she closed the bathroom door.

Karen stared at me for a moment, and then said with justified incredulity, "Why that little slut. If she thinks she can just fuck you any time she wants..."

I smiled at her and raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "It is her last day with us."

Karen thought for a moment. Her look of heightened irritation soon turned to one of benign acceptance, "Oh, all right," Karen finally relinquished, then guessing correctly what could follow, added, "But if Jackie asks for an early morning screw, the answer is no."

It would take Jackie and me about five minutes to convince her otherwise, although Karen stipulated that she be included; all for the sake of our newfound family harmony, of course.

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I was waiting in the lobby of New Body when I saw Roger Kendall get out of his car and walk toward the entrance. New Body was a very posh and exclusive health club and spa that was also associated with a world class golf course. Membership was restricted and expensive, even by entrenched, old money standards, and could not be obtained except by a recommendation from two other members. I was surprised the staff allowed me to hang around the lobby, but twenty dollars pushed into the right palm could still buy a certain degree of leeway and autonomy.

Fortunately for me, Kendall was an arrogant prick who had always made it a point at work to brag when and where he worked out over the weekends. He was also very punctual, so it wasn't just blind luck that I was at New Body waiting for him.

He looked irritated, probably because he was running late. His mood visibly worsened when he caught sight of me. Given my impromptu appearance at his weekend sanctuary, he probably thought I had found out about his involvement with Karen.

"Henry, what are you doing here?" he said as he sipped from a container of bottled water, barely making eye contact and barely concealing his contempt for me.

"Hi Roger, sorry for the intrusion. I know this is unorthodox, but I really need to talk to you about my situation at the office."

Kendall visibly relaxed when he realized I was not there to confront him about Karen, "Can't this wait 'till Monday?"

"No Roger, it can't, particularly because I rarely get a chance to talk with you at work," Kendall smiled wryly in response and kept walking toward to check-in desk. I continued talking as I followed, "Look, I don't know what caused this falling out between us, but I wish it would stop. I've worked hard on my accounts. Christ, I've worked on most of them for months, some even years, and I've got an established track record of success with all my clients, as you well know. I don't think it's right that you let my hard work go for naught by giving my accounts to someone else."

Kendall made some half-baked excuse for being an asshole, "I don't see things that way. I think your accounts could be doing better. They needed a fresh look, and fresh ideas. They needed someone younger to go ov..."

I purposefully cut him off, which annoyed him more, "If it's new ideas we need let's go over them. I've got millions that have been knocking around in my head. Let's just sit down and go over them. Invite one of the young Turks to pow-wow as well if you think someone younger could help, but don't just cut me out without..."

He held up a hand to cut me off and looked down his nose at me like I was some pathetic schmuck, hat in hand, begging for a few crumbs off the table. I knew then that he had finally decided to cut me loose from the job, but this wasn't the right time or place to really humiliate me to his sadistic satisfaction. He would wait until Monday, and do a proper job of twisting in the knife, probably in front of all my colleagues at work. For now, he would try and placate me, "Look Henry, I'm late; and this isn't the place to talk shop. We can go over your ideas on Monday."

It was a tone of dismissal. He turned his back to me, and put the water bottle down on the counter so that he could sign in at the desk. I saw my opening. I reached over his water bottle and snatched the pen out of his hand. I took out one of my business cards and scribbled my number on the back, saying, "I really don't want to wait until Monday, Roger. Here's my home number. Give me a call when you're done with..."

Irritated by my brash behavior, he didn't see the small wad of elixir-soaked flimsy fall into his bottle. It turned translucent the moment in hit the water, and in a few seconds, it dissolved completely. Kendall snatched the pen back, and said with contempt, "Keep your card. I've already got your number."

He took some swigs from the bottle and started to walk toward the gym entrance. Knowing my tenacity would piss him off even more, I followed and continued to make my pitch. As he got to the door, he turned around and slammed an outstretched hand into my shoulder. The force of the blow was purposeful and harder than he really needed to exert in order to stop my progress.

With a look of incredulity, he said, "Can't you read, Henry? 'Members Only'."

I ignored his physical violation and condescending attitude, and instead put a look of contrition on my face. My only regret was that I couldn't hang around and watch what was going to happen.

Seeing my look of embarrassment, he curled his lips into a cold smile, "I'll see you on Monday," and then he added with a wink, "Say hello to Karen for me."

I ignored that insult too, and smiled back affably, "That's kind of you Roger. I certainly will send her your regards. See you later...And enjoy it."

'And enjoy it,' I had said as a last goodbye. It was the only bit of arrogant showmanship I allowed myself to exhibit. Stupid, I know, but I needed to say it. I needed to believe that when his life was in tatters, he will think back on those words, and realize that somehow and in some way, I was the architect of his downfall...Well, I can dream, can't I?

Kendall drank the last remnants of his water. He shook his head at my cryptic words of valediction, and let the door close between us.

It would be the last time I ever saw him.

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By Tuesday of the following week, word began to filter down from Jack Avery, the President of the agency that Roger Kendall would be on permanent leave, which was a nice way of saying Kendall was shit-canned. I didn't get any details until Peter, a colleague of mine, stopped by my office. Although I never knew why, Peter hated Kendall as much as I did, and was naturally ecstatic to bring me the news.

"Did you hear about Kendall?"

I tried to contain my glee while casting an aura of surprise and ignorance about the whole situation, "Yeah, too bad. Is he sick?"

Peter started laughing hysterically, "Yeah, he's sick alright. Look, I've a few connections in the DA's office and I'm getting updates every so often, so you have to keep these details mum, but know how Kendall's always going on and on about that club he joined?...Jesus, he fucking bores the crap out of me with that shit...Anyway, he's at his club this past weekend and goes berserk."

He started laughing uncontrollably again, and I was having a hard time not joining in. I forced myself to stay straight-faced while asking, "What do you mean berserk?"

"I mean he had a full blown, total freak out of biblical proportions. I heard he physically accosted a bunch or other members at his gym; men, women, even some freaking kids that were there, the sick fuck. Well, I don't really know about the kids, but I heard kids were there..."

"What do you mean accosted?"

"I mean, old buddy, he's running around that snooty health club with his stiff schlong hanging out and grabbing anyone within reach while trying to bone them. I mean literally trying to fuck anyone he could, right there in front of God and everyone. Can you picture it, Kendall running around with a hard-on screaming at people to let him stick it in? All the members are screaming bloody murder and trying to get out of the gym at once. It was fucking pandemonium."

Both of us started laughing uncontrollably.

Peter continued between fits of laughter, "I guess toward the end he grabs a couple of chicks coming off the squash court, or whatever it is they play there, and he gets all 'Conan the Barbarian' with them. They're screaming. He's got a hold of one, and starts saying shit like 'Suck my dick, baby' and 'Bend over, I'll give you something to scream about,' and the whole time he's dry humping her leg like some mongrel. Anyway, one of them kicks him in the nuts and they get away, but the next thing anyone knows he's in the showers going after some old dude who's there with his grandkids. Can you believe that? What a sick fuck...Finally, someone at the club calls the cops because none of the staff want to go near him. The cops show up just in time to see him waving his hard-on around, spraying jizz everywhere...Fuck, it must have looked like a CSI crime scene with all the cum he shot out at everyone....Anyway, when the cops show, Kendall's running after some poor girl who was just there making deliveries. They finally tazed him."

"Jesus," I said with mocked incredulity, "Is he alright?"

"Fuck him, who cares? The cops should have shot him instead, but I guess he's okay. At least he's okay enough to be out on bail."

"Bail?" I said, surprised. I don't know why but I felt a tinge of remorse for Roger, maybe I had gone a little overboard with my revenge. These feelings didn't last long, however. 'Fuck him,' is right, but still...

"Yeah, I heard the DA might bring charges of attempted sexual assault against him. But the lucky prick will probably plead out on temporary insanity and get a couple of years community service...What's with the worry, I thought you hated the guy?"

"I do, but I wouldn't want to see anyone going to prison, even a cocksucker like Kendall."

Peter nodded his head in mocked understanding, "Like I said it probably won't come to that, but one thing's for sure he's not coming back here. Ding, dong, the dick head's gone, which brings me to the other good news."

"There's more?"

"Yeah, Avery needs to fill Kendall's spot. I don't know all the players yet, but I do know you're on the short list, old buddy," Peter smiled, and then added before heading out the door, "Fingers crossed."

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When I got home that evening, I told Karen all that I heard. Naturally, she was shocked and more than a little embarrassed that she had had a fling with a person capable of such degenerate behavior. I thought about reminding her of that fact and rubbing her nose in the Kendall mess one last time, but I had given her my word never to use it against her, so I let it go. She never said so directly, probably because the whole idea would have been construed as outlandish, but I got the impression that deep down she thought I had something to do with the incident.

In the coming days I busied myself deciding on how to take advantage of this opportunity. Kendall's old position would be a plum job that held industry prestige and vastly increased monetary benefits, and I could do just about anything with my own career advancement once attained. I figured another dinner party should do the trick in securing the position. It would be a small affair, nothing fancy but catered, with Karen and me, Avery and his lovely wife, Jackie of course, and maybe one or two of Karen's more buxom divorcée friends. Maybe this time I'll take pictures.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 05



[To be continued at a later date.]



Beetlesmith's Ch. 06



First, I must thank Miss Bella Mariposa for editing this latest round of chapters to my Beetlesmith's saga. She has done a superlative job as always, and has saved me much embarrassment highlighting many of my more egregious grammatical errors. I have met few people, outside my own sweet lovely, who have exhibited a sharper mind and keener wit, nor anyone who possessed a more kind and gentle spirit than she does. Any errors that remain in syntax, characterization, or plotting are clearly the fault of the author, and no other. Thank you again, Bella. You are the greatest!

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I was in a darkened space. I assumed it was a large room, although I had no sense of walls, only of a ceiling that supported two bright lamps shining down from above, illuminating Karen and Gloria. Both were blindfolded, expertly and sensuously bound to high-backed chairs that were facing each other. I could hear no sound except for the rapid breathing of my two captives. They squirmed weakly against their bonds, trying vainly to gain any amount of slack to exact some type of escape, or, at least, to gain some level of comfort from the tightness of their restraints. Their breasts were flushed scarlet as they protruded through gaps in their binding cords. Their nipples were hard and erect, belying their soft whimpers of protest at their maltreatment. They were, in fact, aroused.

I attended to Karen first, rubbing the underside of my swollen cock along her hardened nipples until a small bead of pre-ejaculate emerged. Putting the end of my cock close to her mouth, I could her feel warm breath enveloping and caressing me as she panted in sexual anticipation. No words were spoken, but as if by command, she touched the clear bead with her tongue, capturing it, and drew it back into her mouth. For a moment, a clear strand, consisting of a mixture of my fluid and her saliva formed a connecting bridge between my cock and her tongue. When the strand finally snapped back into her mouth, I plunged my member after it, allowing Karen to suck. Suck on it she did, with a greed and fervor she's rarely displayed in our married life. I pulled out of her before I neared climax, causing her to whine in disappointment.

I preformed the same ritual on Gloria. She too sucked on me with the same voracious hunger. I stopped again as I neared climax.

Just as I was turning my attention back to Karen, out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a figure that had been watching us from the shadows. When I turned to confront the figure, he stepped into the light, compelling me back into the darkness. The figure was a man, but the specific features of his face eluded me as if some dark, impenetrable veil shrouded them. He walked stiffly and with a limp. His body was similar to mine, all except for his massive organ, the end of which swung limply around mid-thigh whenever he moved.

Karen's bonds and blindfold fell away as the man limped toward her. The light from above shadowed her face, giving it the appearance of a grotesque, macabre mask, with deep, cavernous eyes, the depths of which were augmented all the more by the corpse-like paleness of her skin.

The man stood in front of Karen, and without word or sound, she applied hand and mouth to his flaccid organ until it stood out fully erect.

The veiled man then turned his attention to Gloria, who was still bound to her chair. His massive erection, slathered heavily with Karen's saliva, slid easily between her legs. Gloria began screaming in obvious delight...

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My eyes snapped open. The dreams started the day after Gloria flew back to Colorado, the same recurring dream, unvarying each night.

What day did that make it? It was four days past, with four dreams. It was Wednesday morning.

Also, for the fourth straight morning, I felt my dear, sweet wife fondling me with mouth and hands under the covers. I'm still not sure what actually wakes me, Gloria's screams of pleasure, or feeling Karen going down on me. No matter, both seem to occur simultaneously.

As I watched Karen's head bob under the covers, I replayed the whole somnambular episode in my mind. I thought the whole thing strange, but in a good way. Not just the scenario playing out in my dream, but that I still recall it upon waking. I rarely remember my dreams, but this one stays with me, and remains vividly etched in my memory. I wonder if the elixir is somehow affecting me in this way, and whether Karen is experiencing the same phenomena. One thing I knew, the elixir had caused an incredible rejuvenation in our marriage. Karen and I hadn't played together like this, and with such intensity and frequency, for many years.

"You're really going to spoil me if you keep giving me wake-up calls like this."

Karen poked her head out from under the covers, "It's about time. How long have you been awake?"

"Couple of minutes."

She shifted forward, and neat as you please, slid my cock into her already saturated pussy with one smooth motion. As with the other night with the group, and subsequent mornings, Karen's pussy felt snug about my cock. It was an unusual, but pleasant sensation that I still hadn't gotten used to, nor could explain.

She began rocking her hips back and forth, same as Jackie had done the other night, keeping her clitoris always in contact with my body, while using a supple shifting of her hips to create stimulation for the both of us.

"God, I can't get enough of your cock," she murmured with closed eyes, while falling further into a self-induced, sexual trance.

That was a phrase she used a lot over these past few days, and said repeatedly during any number of situations. I particularly liked it when she mumbled it around a mouthful of my cock, but when said while we were fucking, it told me she was nearing climax.

She leaned backwards, clamping her hands onto my knees for support. This new position fully exposed her swollen labia and clitoris to my deft attentions. I started by sliding my thumb up alongside my cock, while placing pressure against her vaginal wall.

She let out a loud moan, then said in a dreamy voice, "That's the spot, baby." She paused for a moment, as if savoring the waves of euphoria like an oenophile may savor a fine wine by rolling it around their tongue. A large, opened-mouth grin erupted on her face, before she chanted that sweet phrase again, "I can't get enough of your cock," with the word 'cock' spoken almost as a high-pitched, gleeful squeal.

She increased the frequency and force of her pelvic gyrations, which pushed my cock and thumb even further into her. When I gently tapped on her clitoris with a finger, it was all over but for the shouting.

She lay on my chest, panting, but she wasn't finished with me yet. Shifting her hips up and forward, she positioned my still hard cock firmly between her buttocks, while gently sliding her ass up and down along my shaft. This was a prelude to another of Karen's recent sexual discoveries, what she lovingly called a 'twofer.' After a quick and intense fucking of her pussy, she wanted a slower, more thoughtful poke in her rear.

As she got her breathing under control, she kissed my chest, and said while accentuating the wiggle of her ass, "I think it's time you put that fat cock up there as well."

"I don't think so," I teased, "I think you should finish what you started, and in the manner you started."

"You guys, and your blowjobs," she said with mock disappointment.

I laughed, "Oh, poor baby, but don't forget what Jackie said about getting a guy to do anything you want after a good blowjob."

She began by using the same technique that Jackie had done at the dinner table, a firm, but gentle application of tongue and lips all about my head and shaft. Never spending too much time in one place, and rarely sucking very hard except along the base of my shaft and scrotum.

"I see you were taking notes after all," I teased.

"A few," she said giggling, "And I've come up with a few tricks on my own."

I felt her pressing a finger on my anus with the clear intent of continuing its journey further into my alimentary canal. The feeling wasn't all together unpleasant, but I wasn't comfortable about it just yet.

Trying to make joke, I said, "This is new, but Dr. Vesper already gave me a prostate exam for the year."

"Not like this."

"How do you know?" I asked, again teasing. "All the same, I'm not sure I want a second one in as many months."

"Please," she said with mild disappointment, "How do you know you won't like it unless you try?"

Then, she gave me the look. The one all men have seen, and all women have wonderfully used to their benefit. It's the look that turns our dicks into rods of steel and our brains into warm gelatin. Karen gave me that look with her mouth pursed seductively about the head of my cock. Then lifting an eyebrow, she curled her lips into a half smirk as she playfully added her tongue to the mix. The look told me everything I needed know about how Eve coaxed Adam into biting the apple. I just closed my eyes in response and let her have her way with me.

She began her new 'trick' with a bit more exuberance then I would have liked.

"Whoa, you've got Vesper's technique down cold, and that's not a good thing. What are you doing, rapping my prostate with a ballpeen hammer?"

"Sorry," she said coyly, "I'm a bit excited."

She softened her manipulation, and the uncomfortable feeling of being prodded with a dull deer antler soon gave way to a more or less neutral, full-bladder feeling.

Karen had stopped the oral manipulation of my cock, and instead concentrated all of her attention in gently massaging my prostate. I was no longer in any discomfort, the full-bladder feeling having dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sensation of gradually building euphoria. This feeling intensified when Karen, her index finger still within me, started massaging my sensitive perineum.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and can only be described as a deep-seated and subtle feeling of euphoria. Not nearly as acute and localized a feeling I get from direct stimulation of my cock, it was more of a pleasurable irritation that was distributed in a more general area around my groin. The feeling never reached an intensity where climax was inevitable, but kept me at a heightened point of arousal somewhere below the tipping point.

Every so often, my cock would twitch. It was an involuntary motor response to Karen's finger manipulations. Still, even those slight muscular contractions around my groin added an additional, yet brief wave of pleasure that made my lower torso squirm with delight.

I tried flexing my cock with greater frequency, hoping the added stimulation would be enough to push me over the edge, but all it did was broaden the pleasurable irritation across the whole area of my groin. It was maddening maintaining a heightened state of arousal without the prospect of ejaculation.

I was nearing wit's end. I attempted to stroke myself, thus ending the torture, but Karen interceded, "I'm going to stop if you touch yourself."

Her words were said gently—almost absentmindedly—but they were enough to stop my hand from reaching further. I didn't want her to stop.

A large drop of clear fluid had formed at my bulbous head. Karen captured it with the tip of her finger. She drew it away from me, forming a thick strand connecting my cock to her finger. It was all so much like my dream that it gave me pause, and sent a small chill up my spine. The eeriness of the scene deepened when she put her now fluid-laden finger to the tip of her tongue, and pulling her finger away, once again formed a clear strand that connected one with the other. When the strand finally snapped, she thoughtfully sucked on her finger.

Throughout this erotic play, her eyes never left mine. It was then, when she sucked the clear fluid off her finger that I noticed her pupils were enlarged. They were not as dilated as they would be in the 'Afterglow,' but it was still noticeable—two, almost seemingly, black voids that stared back at me unblinking. More chills cascaded up my spine. I blinked to clear the vision, but the black, obsidian-like orbs still glinted at me.

'A trick of the low ambient light of the early morning and nothing more,' I told myself. She lowered her eyes briefly, and when she looked at me again, the image was gone. They had returned to normal.

She giggled when she saw another large drop had formed. She pulled her finger out of me, and holding my cock by the base, slathered it about her index and middle finger. She repeated the process each time another drop formed until both fingers were adequately lubricated. Then she pushed both inside me.

The pleasurable irritation intensified. It wasn't enough to bring me to climax, but was enough to set my limbs shaking at irregular intervals. I tried flexing my cock again, but still there wasn't enough stimulation to push me over the pinnacle. Karen knew what she was doing to me, and laughed in an almost melodic, mirthful tone, while she continued to slide her fingers within me, gently. Again, she reengaged her thumb to my perineum.

I began meeting her finger slides with my own pelvic shifting. The euphoria intensified again, and was fully encapsulating all areas of my lower torso. My movements caused my cock to swing wildly, which added even more flavor to the euphoria. However, as before, I still didn't feel any approach of an orgasm, just the slow, constant simmering of pleasure that would never be brought to a boil.

I couldn't believe it, but I caught myself moaning. Usually, I remain fairly silent during lovemaking, and only during ejaculation do I begin to get vocal. However, I needed some type of release, verbal or otherwise to take my mind off Karen's torture, because it was becoming almost too much to bear. Therefore, the moans slipped out, and for a brief spell, it worked.

Karen laughed again, and for only the second time through my ordeal, she spoke in almost hushed tones of amazement, "Oh my god this must be killing you. Try to hold on baby. This is going to feel so good."

I saw the reason for her astonishment when I looked down at my groin. Through her gentle manipulation of fingers and thumb, an almost a constant stream of pre-ejaculate fluid seeped out of me and trickled down along my head and shaft.

"Oh yeah, baby," she almost whispered, as if talking directly to my cock, "Give me more of that juice." With that, she slid her thumb up while pressing firmly along the underside of my shaft, and causing more of the clear fluid to ooze out of me, "Oh, that's so nice."

When Karen had teased enough liquid out to satisfy her, she applied a liberal amount to a finger, and ever so slowly massaged the underside of my shaft just below the head.

Instantly, I could feel a gradual climbing sensation toward climax. The euphoria I once felt subtly yet pervasively across my groin became more acute and centered about my shaft and bulbous head. The climb was slow, glacially slow, agonizingly slow, but at least the sensation was building, and in the right direction.

Each time Karen dragged a finger over the right spot inside and outside of me, the feeling would cause my body to tremble with faint, jerking spasms that were reminiscent of cold shivers. Between the agonizingly slow build-up to orgasm and the irregular quivering of my body, I was beginning to lose any ability to focus my mind. That is, if I hadn't lost those abilities already. Again, on instinct, I felt my hand reaching toward my cock in order to give it more stimulation, quicken the climb and end the agony. Again, Karen said in an almost dispassionate tone, "Touch yourself and I stop."

I think I whimpered at her rebuke, but I couldn't be sure. My mind was fully enveloped in such a state of sexual fog that nothing outside of her fingers was registering anymore.

Karen continued her sadistic tease, and said with a giggle, "If you have to do something then fuck my fingers."

What did she say, 'fucking fingers?' It made no sense.

She misconstrued my noncompliance as unwillingness, and so stopped her finger manipulations. I think I whimpered again.

Her lips were slightly turned up into her trademark 'Mona Lisa' smile, but the harsh tone in her voice belied any amusement, "I said fuck my fingers."

'Oh, fuck my fingers' I thought, 'Jesus, why didn't you say so in the first place you fucking bitch?'

I kept my thoughts to myself and happily complied with renewed shifting of my pelvis.

I started slow. I don't know why. I was just happy my body was still responding to what my mind was commanding, but even the slow shifting of my hips was having a positive effect as I could feel that my climb toward climax was beginning to inch a little faster.

I quickened my pace, and the feeling intensified.

"That's it baby. Fuck my fingers hard."

I quickened my pace even faster, and pushed down on her hand with greater force. Happily, and almost in direct response to my forceful gyrations, I could feel the build-up moving even faster toward climax. It was then that Karen finally took pity on me by massaging the sensitive area were the head and shaft meet with two fingers.

I could feel the build-up surging now. I shifted my pelvis hard only a few more times before I finally reached the point of no return where climax was inevitable. I began to relax and closed my eyes as I felt thick and heavy globs of cum hitting me about the chest and abdomen.

"I know that feels so good, baby," Karen said softly as she continued to stroke me until I finally went soft.

I lay with eyes closed in contented bliss. My cock and prostate still pulsated from the phantom pleasure that still lingered long after Karen removed herself from the bed. I heard the faucet running, and in a few moments felt Karen wiping a warm, wet washcloth across my chest and stomach. She giggled, and said, "You certainly made a mess."

I sighed heavily before correcting her, "I think you made the mess. I was just an innocent bystander and captive." I laughed to myself before asking, "How long have you been thinking of that little technique?"

"Ever since the three of you put me through that delightful agony." She put the rag down and curled up beside me, "I've also been thinking about other things..."

"You're not putting that strap-on up there," I said, laughingly.

"We'll see," she said deviously, "But I've been thinking about that little promise you made, the one about what I might desire, and talking about it first."

"And what would that be?"

"Well, I've been thinking that it would be kind of scrumptious to have another...you know...warm something-or-other pushing up there along with you. I've got a couple of 'fellas' in mind"

I started to chuckle at her roundabout way of telling me she wants another guy's dick for our morning 'twofers.'

"Two? You're ambitious. But I don't know if I want to feel some other guy's 'johnson' sliding up past mine".

Karen started to whine, "Come on, you promised."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 06



I was dreading this moment ever since that morning in the shower. However, my reluctance to introduce another guy into our newfound sex life was not an obvious one. Karen would probably think I didn't want to watch another guy fucking her, but she would be mistaken. Ever since I found out about Kendall, I've seen her fucking and sucking in all ways conceivable in my mind. I still lose sleep because of those images. Seeing it live and in real time couldn't be any worse than what I've imagined. In fact, because I would be present, I could at least have some control over the situation.

No, I hesitated because I knew the effects the elixir had on the human psyche. I had watched my wife, who had never before shown the slightest tendency toward lesbianism, go down on her friend and cousin with complete abandon and relish when under its influence. How could I believe I would respond any differently than her, if in the heat of a full-blown orgy, another guy offered his cock for me to suck?

Then again, what real difference would it make in the heat of the moment? Wasn't it Erica Jong, who wrote, 'A mouth, is a mouth, is a mouth,' or was it, 'a hole, is a hole, is a hole'? Oh, who cares? Either way, and with any orifice, man or woman, just put it in anyone's 'some place' and have fun.

"All right," I finally said, "But let's make it one 'fella.' I want to have a dinner party for Avery and his wife next Friday. We'll have it catered. I'll invite Jackie..."

"Jackie?" Karen blurted out.

"Yeah, I'll invite Jackie and you can invite your 'fella.' That will make an even six."

Karen sat up, and said as she drew scare quotes in the air with her fingers, "You're not thinking about one of 'those' dinner parties?"

"Why not? I need to do some constructive politicking for Kendall's position, and what better way than with one of 'those' dinner parties?"

Karen cocked a questioning eye, and said, "What makes you think Jack and Denise are going to go along with your plans?"

"I don't, although Jack has a considerable reputation for extracurricular activities. So much so, that I'm surprised Denise has stayed with him for so long. She must have the patience of Job..."

"Or she's a chump," Karen blurted.

"Chump? I would think you'd be the last person to start casting stones at a spouse who stayed with a cheating spouse," I said with a slight hint of ire.

She sidestepped my remark, "Okay, but what makes you think Denise is going to go for it?"

"I'll leave that up to you and Jackie. Both of you can be pretty persuasive when you want to be."

"What makes you think Jackie's going to go along with your plans?"

I looked at her in disbelief.

She squinted hard, "Okay, forget I asked that." 

"Look, we'll play it by ear. If we get a hint that they don't want to be included in our fun and games, then we won't press it. We'll just have an enjoyable dinner. Jack and I can talk some shop, and then we'll go our separate ways."

Karen thought for a moment, "Okay, but if nothing happens can the 'fella' stay for fun and games later?"

"Jesus, you are a slut."

"Look who's talking, Mister, 'fuck all three of us all at once,' Henry."

I laughed, and said with mock reluctance, "Okay, you can keep your 'fella' as long as I can keep Jackie."

"Gees, you can have her," she said with obvious irritation.

I was taken aback by her sudden change in mood, and said with my own obvious irritation, "Are you going to start that crap again?"

"You're right, sorry," she said with mild shame, and then putting on her fake 'sweet face,' she said brightly, "I think Jackie's just the most wonderful person in the whole wide world."

I had to chuckle. She always knew how to make me laugh, "That's better, now who did you have in mind?"

"Well if I can only pick one, then I'm thinking Mark Cope."

"You mean your friend Linda's ex?" I started to think out loud, "Let's see, he's not a particularly handsome guy...And I know he's not a great conversationalist, unless you want to talk about cars, baseball, or fly fishing...So I'm guessing he has other...how shall I say it...sizable inducements."

Karen just lowered her eyes, turned red, and smiled.

"I'm afraid to ask how you know so much about the size of his 'tackle box'."

She ran a finger seductively down my chest and stomach while answering, "When you guys aren't around, the stuff we girls talk about would curl your hair."

"That's depressing," I said with a laugh, "All 'we' ever talk about would put you to sleep. Okay, I'll let you do the inviting to Cope, and I'll see about Jackie."

"Should I tell him about...you know...what we have planned?"

"No, let it be a surprise. Who knows, he might not be up for it either. So let's play it by ear. And no tasting the merchandise before hand."

"You're no fun," she said with mock disappointment.

She slid her head under the covers. I lifted her bottom up and moved her so that her legs straddled my head. It wasn't long before my tongue had her as wet as her mouth had me hard.

She stuck her head out, and said, "Work a dollop of lube around there, baby. I think it's time for the second half of my 'twofer.'"

It was another fine morning in the Henry household.

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It was all becoming the new 'normal' for us. The dreams accompanied by the early morning sex. Karen's 'twofers' and insatiable desire for me, and I for her and my increased, almost superhuman, sexual stamina—all of which exceeded those feelings we had even when we were first married. Even the discussions we've had about multiple partners occur with no hint of reservation or thought that others may not be compliant to our wishes for group entanglements. This was what the elixir was imparting onto us, a continual feeling of sexual voraciousness, power and invulnerability, even when not under its direct influence. And that was the problem—although I had not realized it yet. All of these things were developing within and between us without aid of the elixir.

It was the new 'normal' I kept telling myself. Isn't that what I hoped would happen Friday night with Karen and the others? That Karen would eventually accept the transformations in us, and our newfound search for group sex as our new life style. However, something didn't feel right. Maybe it was because it was all moving too fast, faster than I had anticipated. I thought our new sexual attitudes and appetites would develop over the course of months, even years. Develop naturally with continued use of the drug. Instead, all was changing at the rate of days.

I know—I'm looking a gift horse square in the mouth. Isn't that what I had told Gloria? So why am I questioning it, you ask, because sometimes the horse is of a different color. Sometimes, it's not really a horse at all, but a strange and dangerous facsimile left on your doorstep by Greeks.

No, I kept telling myself—this was just the new 'normal.'

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I didn't go to the office right away. Instead, I decided to stop off and see Jackie, thinking it's better to do these types of invitations face to face, rather than over the phone.

She worked in the County Assessor's office and DMV in the next town over. When I got there, I saw that it was empty save for Jackie, who was at the front counter busily shuffling papers. Along with Jackie, there were for two, young, overly painted women sitting at their desks behind her. It looked like both the younger women were doing nothing but their nails while yapping loudly to each other. Jackie didn't seem to mind, however. I figured it was government efficiency at its finest.

When Jackie saw me, her face broke out into a large grin and she said in a loud voice that made the two girls stop and take notice, "Well if it isn't my favorite cousin, Will Henry!"

Upon hearing my name, the two girls looked at each other. I clearly saw one of them mouth, 'Robo-cock.' I guess one of Jackie's many talents didn't include discretion.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods?" she asked, still smiling.

"Is there some place we can talk?"

"Sure, let's go to the break room."

As she led me to the back of the office, she started barking orders to her two younger associates, "Cecilia, watch the counter for a minute, and try to look like you know what you're doing here. I know that's asking a lot, but humor me. Brenda, get off your fat ass and do something besides your nails. How 'bout filing those assessor forms like I told you to do...Yesterday."

As Jackie and I walked into the break room, I heard the one called Cecilia call out, "If you need any special help Jackie, just call me." Jackie closed the door on Cecilia and Brenda's laughter.

"I guess it didn't take you long to tell your co-workers about your weekend."

Surprisingly, she blushed before answering, "Are you kidding? Look at where I work. The only reason we come in Mondays is so we can tell each other all the juicy shit we did the past weekend. And lately, I've had damn few stories to tell. It was getting humiliating...and depressing. The last few Mondays I've had to listen to those two goblins tell me how their boyfriend did this, and the other one's husband did that, and really, it was all so boring. Christ, I have more fun with my vibrator than those two do with a warm body. Well, this Monday was an all-time showstopper. I told them a tale that permanently curled their toes. It took me all morning long, but I explained to them in oh so painfully erotic, panty-soaking detail, just what you did to the three of us. You, my dear cousin, are now a legend in your own time."

I laughed, "Thanks for that, I think. But don't go telling Karen that you're turning me into a legend, particularly with strange women."

She stepped close to me, and with that Liz Taylor look of hers, started to loosen my tie, "How much time do you have?"

Oh man, temptation was around every corner now. I took a step back, "Sorry, dear. Karen and I made a promise..."

Jackie cut me off, asking with some disappointment, "Don't tell me you two are back on the fidelity wagon?"

I laughed at the irony, "No, it's just we've promised not to go behind each other's back. Something I haven't had trouble with, although I still have my doubts about Karen. Anyway, the reason I'm here is to tell you we're having a small dinner party for my boss and his wife, Jack and Denise, and Karen and I would like you to be there?"

Jackie got excited upon hearing the invitation, "Can I bring a date?"

I balked at the idea, mostly because I wasn't too sure what kind of guy Jackie considered a 'date.' I got visions of her showing up with a recent escapee from the State Penitentiary. I tried to find a diplomatic way to say no, "Well, I'd like to keep the dinner small and balanced. Karen's going to invite this Mark Cope guy, so that would make six of us altogether. I'd rather not have another person, if you don't mind."

Jackie got a suspicious look on her face, "Karen's inviting a guy?" Suddenly, I saw the light bulb going off over her head, feeble illumination that it was, "Hey, wait a minute. This isn't going to be another of 'those' dinner parties, is it?"

"You know, Karen asked me that very thing this morning. Your brains always seem to be on the same wavelength. It's a wonder you two don't get along better."

Jackie looked as though her feelings were hurt, "Here I thought you were inviting me because I was fun to be with and could add something to the conversation, and not because I'm the resident fuck and suck bunny."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. And your not the resident fuck and suck bunny," I lied, trying to look sincere, "Anyway, things might not develop in those directions, although I wouldn't mind if they did. It may be we all just have a nice dinner and then go our separate ways. But, we'll understand if you'd rather not come. I'll just have Karen cancel her invitation to that Mark character, and Karen and me will have dinner with the Averys, alone."

Jackie suddenly shifted gears when she thought I would call the thing off, "This Mark guy, would he be my date? Is he cute?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes, and I don't know if you'd think he's cute. Karen has other reasons for inviting him, besides looks."

Jackie caught my drift right away. Funny how she became a veritable Einstein when it came to matters of sex. She put on that sultry look she was famous for, the kind that caused the locals to ejaculate in their pants at the sight. She stepped closer to me again, and said while putting a hand firmly on my crotch, "You know William, if I was married to you, Robo-cock would be all I'd need."

Christ, she was starting the manipulation game all over again. Maybe this was a bad idea inviting her. I took her hand off my crotch, and lightly held it in my own, while saying, "Why do I get the impression you said something similar to all three of your ex-husbands?" The sultry look remained, "Look, I have to know whether you and Karen are going to play nice during this thing. Much as I like to watch a good catfight, I don't need one breaking out in front of Jack and Denise."

The sultry look disappeared, and Jackie got defensive, "Hey, I didn't start that..."

"The hell you didn't," I said, and saw her look of defiance turn into a pout, "And I understand, both of you were acting like a couple of catty bitches. Maybe Karen more than you, but you were the first one to haul off and clock her..."

Jackie started laughing, and said between giggles, "Got her real good, too."

I could see she was still full of antagonism, and I was headed for trouble. With a look of exasperation that I just couldn't hide anymore, I said, "Just forget about the invitation..."

"Okay, okay," Jackie said quickly, less I go through with my threat, "What day and time?"

Not wholly believing her contrition, I looked at her sideways, and said, "I mean it. I don't want any fucking trouble from you two. The bullshit you snots started the last time could cost me my..."

The pout was back as she held up a hand and put the other over her sizeable heart, "I swear, any trouble that happens won't be coming from me. I'll be a perfect lady...That is until you don't want me to be one." She said that last part while taking another step closer to me, and moistening her lips.

Jesus, she was beautiful. It took all my strength of will not to bend her over the coffee table, but a promise was a promise.

Jackie could see the bulge forming in my pants and was moving her hand in that direction. Grabbing her wrist, I said laughingly, "Enough! I'm thinking next Friday around seven-ish, but I don't know for sure. I'll get back to you with the details. Tell you what, why don't you come over this Saturday."

"What for?" she said with some suspicion.

"To make up for insulting you earlier, and to show you that it isn't always about sex. It'll be just you, Karen and me. I'll grill up some steaks. Karen will make us a pitcher or three of margaritas, and we'll just sit out on the patio and talk. You can tell us all about your crystal thingies, and what not. Sound good?"

"Okay," she said brightly.

I was about to leave when she called me back, "Do me a favor before you go. When you open the door make like you're zipping up your pants..."

"What?"

"Please! It will make those two shits green with envy, and give me a whole 'nother, panty-soaking story to tell them this afternoon."

"I don't know, Jackie..."

"Pretty please," she whined again, "If you do this for me I'll be an extra good girl for your party...And I do mean good."

How could I refuse such a request? "Okay, but let's really look the part."

Unzipping my trousers, I pulled a shirttail out of the opening for added effect. I looked over at Jackie, and said, "Unbutton your blouse."

"Ooh, good idea."

The second the door opened, Cecilia and Brenda stopped their conversation and looked directly into the break room. I didn't look at them, but I could feel their eyes on me the whole time I tucked my shirt in and zipped up my trousers. I turned back to Jackie, who had finished buttoning up her blouse. She wore a self-satisfying smirk, born, I suspect, out of the jealous looks her co-workers were imparting. I took the liberty of kissing her on the cheek, and said, "See you Saturday."

The two young women silently watched me as I made my way to the exit. Just as I opened the door to leave, I heard Cecilia say, "Come again...Robo-cock." The last thing I heard was their laughter as the door closed behind me.

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The whole tête-à-tête I had with Jackie and the two young ladies underscored the actual reason I've been reluctant to introduce another male into our group exploits—vanity. Just about every woman I know (a small circle right now, but soon to be growing) thinks of me as alpha dog, king stud—'Robo-cock,' to use Karen's lovingly, apt moniker for me. I can fuck and suck them all for hours. Shoot my load into any orifice any time I want, and all the while make them scream and cream with delight. I can do all this and more, and not once lose my edge. In addition, thanks to Jackie's blabbermouth, everyone in the county will probably know it—and will drool at the opportunity to experience it first-hand. Why would I want to risk that reputation by introducing younger competition into the mix? Competition such as a Mark Cope, who was about ten years my junior, and had the equipment to match the stamina the elixir would invariably impart. That dilemma would occupy my time between now and the party. How do I guarantee alpha dog status under any, and all, circumstances? There was only going to be one Robo-cock, and that was me.

The answer came to me on Saturday, and it was devilishly clever in its simplicity. Jackie was over for dinner and drinks. It was a pleasant time with only a few cringe-worthy moments, the details of which I've forgotten. Those moments aside, Jackie and Karen got along fine, and I was feeling better about my decision in inviting her to the upcoming party with the Averys.

We were sitting out on the patio, and Jackie was talking about a jade plant she had for years. It was one of her older plants. What surprised her about it was that it was always healthy and vibrant, even compared with the much younger plants in her keeping. She attributed its good health to a special plant food she gave it, and it alone. Why she gave the jade a special food escaped me. Jackie had her reasons, I guess. Usually they only made sense to the criminally insane, but they were her reasons. However, as she prattled on about the jade and its special food, the solution to my dilemma came to me. All I need do with Cope, or any other male Karen had her eye on, was treat them as Jackie treated her other plants—deny them the elixir.

With that simple solution, I could kill two birds with one stone. I could still keep my promise to Karen, allowing her to quell her curiosity about 'twofers' with two 'fellas.' Yet, without the elixir, his sexual prowess would soon fade fast as the evening wore on, especially compared to my elixir-induced stamina. Thus, my reputation as Robo-cock would continue unmatched, unsullied and undaunted.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 07



It was the evening of the dinner party, and Karen was doing her customary freak-out with these types of events. It was her behavior when stressed, consisting of her moods bouncing between a short-tempered, nervous anxiety to one of giddy playfulness. Fortunately, the caterers arrived, which gave her something to do other than worry about the upcoming frivolities. My only worry was that she was already hitting the sauce pretty hard, and was well into her second glass of wine. Anymore, and I was going to rethink administering the elixir to her, or even call the whole thing off.

"How many does that make?" I asked, tapping her glass as a mild rebuke.

"Just my second," she said apologetically, and then added with minor irritation, "Don't bug me about it, I'm nervous...Okay!"

"All the same, slow down. You get anymore tipsy and even Jackie will start sounding coherent next to you...Okay!"

It wasn't long thereafter before the guests started to arrive. Mark Cope was the first. He was a bit surprised at being invited, particularly because his divorce from his ex-wife, Linda, wasn't very amicable and that she was still good friends with Karen. Karen assured him that he was still counted as friend, and that it wasn't fair he should be ostracized from our group, even though Linda hated his guts.

Mark and I were always cordial with each other, but never what one would call friends. He was slightly shorter than me, muscular, with dirty blonde hair that always seemed to need barbering. He was prone to wearing golf shirts, always combined with v-neck sweaters and khakis, and had a typical ex-jock persona, who was now selling cars since hanging up his cleats. Cope wasn't classically handsome, and it was obvious that any boyish good looks were not aging well. However, he had a roguish quality, particularly when he smiled, which he did freely and often. It was probably what Karen found most attractive about him, besides the rumors of his equipment, and as I studied him closer, I had to admit that he reminded me of a more or less harmless, lighter variety of Roger Kendall. That was probably another reason why Mark was on Karen's mind of late, and gave me a little insight into her thinking and emotions that I hadn't known before.

The Averys arrived next. They were about ten to fifteen years my senior. Both were tall and lean in build, and to use an old, yet apt cliché, they appeared to make a handsome couple. I say appeared, because as I would find out, their outward conformity in looks didn't match their internal animosity toward each other.

By most anyone's account, Jack was a brutally handsome man, and his good looks were matched only by his reputation with the ladies. His dalliances with female clients and the office secretarial pool were legendary in the company. Yet, unlike others so inclined, his peccadilloes never seemed to interfere with his business sense and rarely became a negative concern in his running a smooth operation. That is except one time, when it was rumored Denise walked in on him at the office after hours. It happened long before I became a project manager, and since that time I never heard of another incident with him at the office—although some the male business clientele still spoke of him with hushed reverence.

Standing in our foyer, Jack Avery was impeccably dressed as usual, wearing a well-tailored, dark suit that contrasted well with his whitened, full head of hair. I thought he wore too much gold, however. Many gold rings, a gold watch, and as I would find out, a heavy gold chain. All of which, when coupled with a deep tan he always possessed, made him appear as a lothario rather than a top-drawer executive. His one, overriding character was a loud and boisterous laugh, which could be heard and easily distinguished above even the noisiest settings. Some at the company remarked that if ever you were separated from the group at a crowded convention, just wait a few moments and you'll hear Jack's characteristic chortle. It worked better than a foghorn in a heavy mist.

In all of this, Denise was his exact opposite. Whereas Jack looked and acted vibrate and young for his age, the few times I'd seen Denise, she seemed to be carrying a heavy burden about her. Evidence of which was mostly expressed as the small, telltale lines that radiated out the corners of her eyes and mouth, and care lines that wrinkled her forehead. That's not to say she was dour in spirit or prone to melancholy. Quite the contrary, she was always quick to smile and had a bright, infectious laugh.

To sum up her personality in line: she had a regal beauty, but a peasant's love for life and people. What I found most enduring about her was that every time she smiled, two, deep creases formed, one on either cheek. These were not care lines, but natural creases that she probably had since birth, and when she smiled, it was as if they formed parentheses that accentuated her lovely mouth. Coupled with her narrowing eyes when she laughed, these features gave her face an impish quality that I found alluring. It was difficult for me not to become sexually excited whenever she smiled. However, I could tell she was self-conscious of her deep creases, for every time she caught herself in too gay a mood, she would quickly move a hand up to cover her mouth. All of that aside, even with her regal beauty and impish, infectious smile, I always got the impression she was some walking 'Portrait of Dorian Gray,' where each of Jack's infidelities was expressed as a new wrinkle or care line on her lovely face.

Karen got the two a drink and took them for a quick tour of the house.

Fashionably late as usual, Jackie was the last to arrive, and beautiful as ever. She was wearing a long black skirt that extended almost to the floor, complimented with a white, sleeveless blouse that did little to hide her ample cleavage. With her, she had brought one of the two women that I briefly met at her office.

"William, you remember Cecilia, don't you?" Jackie said as she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"Hello, Mister Henry," Cecilia said nervously as she extended a hand.

"Of course I do, welcome," I said taking her hand in both of mine, "And please call me Will."

I didn't recognize her at first, and then realized that she had changed her hair since I saw her last. At the DMV, she sported a short afro, but now her hair was long and straight. She was also stunning in a long, pale yellow, sleeveless dress, the color contrasting wonderfully with her deep ebony skin. Her most striking feature, however, were her light brown eyes, which sometimes radiated a deep amber color and other times a pale gold depending on how the light reflected off them.

I was about to offer them a drink and find Karen, when Karen came up beside me. I thought she was going to have an apoplexy, "Jackie, the party was for six! Can't you count?"

Seeing the look on Karen's face, Cecilia took a quick step behind Jackie, saying in almost a whisper, "Jackie, I don't think this was such a good idea."

I started to laugh, "Nonsense, you're here and that's all that matters. We're both very happy to have you, and we have plenty of food and drink...Right dear?" Karen grumbled an acknowledgement before I continued, "And this lovely person is my wife, Karen, and although you wouldn't guess, she is really quite sweet and accommodating...Right dear?"

Karen softened when she realized her anger at Jackie was inadvertently making Cecilia uncomfortable, "Of course, please forgive me. I get nervous sometimes planning these parties." Then turning to me, she said while giving me an exasperated eye, "The more the merrier it would seem." Well, she hadn't softened too much.

Seeing that I should separate Karen from Jackie before blows were landed, I said, "Karen, why don't you take Cecilia and get her a glass of wine. Then she can help you set another place at the table."

When Karen and Cecilia left us for the kitchen, I looked at Jackie with my own exasperated expression.

Jackie started to defend herself with typical Jackie-babble, "I didn't think you'd mind. I know you put a limit on the number of guys, but I didn't think that included the ladies," she paused to give me an exaggerate wink. "Anyway, when I told those two nymphs at work I was coming here tonight, both of them were begging to tag along. I mean, I didn't even say we were 'doing' anything tonight, so don't worry about that...Well, maybe a little since I hinted about something to Cecilia on the way over. You know, nothing too obvious, just, 'Robo-cock this' and 'Robo-cock that' and maybe something about Karen and a strap...Anyway...You know, just to get the juices flowing," she winked again. "But really, all I said to them for sure was that I was invited to a small party of yours...Really, that was it...Anyway, before I knew it they had just about signed their pensions over to me as a..."

"You mean she paid you?" I asked, finally getting a word in edgewise.

She looked at me with slight indignation, "No! I'm just saying that I could almost make a small fortune doing this if I had a mind."

"Well, it sounds like if you lose your job with the DMV you can always try your hand as a pimp."

"Look who's talking Mister, 'hey Jackie, come over for a small party, wink, wink, nothin's gonna happen but bring some lube just in case, nudge, nudge.'

Laughing, I said with mock incredulity, "I find that insulting, I would never tell you to bring your own lubricant. Just out of curiosity, is this the married one or the single one?"

"She's single!" she said with renewed indignation, "What do you take me for?" I was about to say, but she snapped, "Oh, shut up."

The caterers informed me it would be a while before dinner was ready, which gave me a little time to make my pitch to Jack for Kendall's position on a more or less one-on-one basis. Once I formally introduced everyone, we seemed to break out into two natural groups, me with the Averys, while Karen spent most of her time in a corner rubbing up against Cope, and clinging to him like cat hair to a dark suit. Jackie tended to float between us. For the most part, Cecilia tagged along with Jackie probably out of fear of being left alone with Karen.

On one such grouping, the Averys and I were making small talk with Jackie and Cecilia, when Cecilia commented on the color of Denise's lipstick and fragrance of perfume. Denise offered to let Cecilia try some, and off the two went to the bathroom. Jackie also took the opportunity to leave Jack and me alone, saying, "Well, I'll leave you two to talk shop. Besides I better get over to your wife before she drools too much on Mr. Cope." With that, she kissed me hard on the lips while giving my ass a little pat and a long squeeze. Then she set off toward Karen. Jack noted the overt, affectionate display, and said as he watched Jackie strike up a conversation with Karen and Mark, "Excuse me Will, but didn't you say she was your cousin?"

I guessed what he was thinking, and played ignorant, "Jackie? She's really Karen's step-cousin, but we just think of her as blood relations. She's a very fun-loving person."

I could see the wheels turning in his head, and thought maybe I should hint to him that Karen and I were developing an open marriage, beginning to explore other 'facets' of what that entails. In effect, get him primed for what was to follow. However, I decided discretion with the elixir was the better part of employment, and left the matter alone. Instead, I shifted gears.

He was still eying Jackie talking with the others, when I asked, "Most of us in the company are wondering what you're going to do now that Kendall has resigned."

He smiled affably, "Ah, doing a little politicking for the job, eh Will?"

I shrugged my shoulders, intimating humility. He continued to smile, "Oh, I don't mind. I like to see that type of aggression in my executives." Then his mood became more serious, "And to be honest, you would have been a natural to take Kendall's place, but I have to be candid with you. The last two or three personnel reports turned in by Kendall didn't paint you in a good light. In fact, they were down-right discouraging."

I knew it. I knew that asshole was fucking me over behind my back. All the while he was banging Karen he was slowly sticking the knife into my career.

"Well, Roger and I rarely saw eye-to-eye on things, and quite frankly I didn't like the direction he was taking the accounts. Now I clearly understand why. It's obvious that Kendall was unstable in all facets of his life—business as well as personal. Moreover, it would seem much of his instability was being pushed my way with his evaluations of my work. Now, let me be candid with you, Jack, and in all sincerity, Kendall is insane. Flat out bonkers. I would really look at any of his recommendations with a dump truck load of salt, and based on what you're telling me now, my only regret was not saying something sooner. I held back out of some naïve aspect of loyalty, to what turned out to be an unstable and volatile supervisor."

Jack didn't say anything, but nodded his head in agreement. I made my final pitch, "Before you make a decision, just do a review of all my past and present accounts. I think you'll see that the ones I had before Kendall took me off them were doing much better than they are now, and most of the real dogs Kendall saddled me with are improved. If you do that, I know you'll see that all of Kendall's decisions concerning me, and the company, were politically motivated and not good business."

A large smile crossed Avery's face, "That's an excellent idea Will, which is why I've already reviewed the accounts." He saw my look of surprise and started laughing, "What, you think just because the Board makes you the boss that they remove your brain first? Once I saw what was happening I started taking a closer interest in Kendall's division. And you're right he was really screwing you over, and in the process screwing the company." He took a step toward me and took my hand, saying, "If I didn't think you could run the division I would've accepted your invitation for tonight. I was going to tell you on Monday and make it official, but now is as good a time as any—congratulations. We'll still need approval from the Board, but really that's just a formality."

I was speechless. It was about this time Karen made her way over to us, and said, "The caterers tell me everything is ready. We can eat anytime you like."

******************

Throughout the meal, I kept thinking about the irony of the situation. All the planning I had done to get the opportunity for this one evening with the boss, alone and outside the office environment.

All that planning, and in the end it was unnecessary. So much so, that I was going to forgo administering the elixir. What was the point in using it now? I had the job. Visions of another Karen and Jackie catfight and how that could affect Avery's decision ran through my mind—or worse, visions of a Jackie, or Karen, or Cecilia, with Denise catfight, or any combination of that nightmare was making me break out in a cold sweat. No, best to let the evening die uneventful, once dinner was finished.

However, I had another thought, or really an emotion. It was coming from that dark place within me, where all feelings that lead to hubris have their beginnings. It was an uncharacteristic feeling of ruthlessness that amounted to just two words, 'Why not?' I felt it once before, at Kendall's health club right before I initiated his downward spiral. Why not? Really, who would care, and if they did, what could they do to me? Nothing. If a catfight did break out, or any number of disagreements, I'd just tell the offending party to stop it. Then I'd tell them to take a cock up the ass in punishment, and they would, gleefully. I felt if anything happened, I could control it, because the hypnotic effects of the elixir would give me the power. Why not, indeed! At last, I smiled to myself, reassured that I was in command of my world.

Karen and I were seated at either end of our long dining room table. The Averys sat to my left with Jack closest to me, while the other three guests occupied the opposite side of the table across from the Averys. Cecilia was to my immediate right, while Mark sat closest to Karen. Once the initial serving was completed, the caterers had left, saying they would be back the next day to clean up and take back the platters and warming pans. In the kitchen, they left two pump dispensers filled with coffee and a large, New York-style cheesecake for dessert in the refrigerator.

As dinner wound down, Jack pushed back his plate, and asked, "Would anyone mind if I smoked a cigar? I always like to enjoy a good smoke after a wonderful meal."

"Oh Jack," Denise said with disfavor, "Not in their house."

"Don't worry Denise," said Karen, "Will's been know to smoke one now and then."

Jack offered one for me, but I declined. He held the temptation out, saying, "It's a Montecristo...Hard to resist."

Suddenly, Jackie piped in, "If Will doesn't smoke it, I will."

"A girl after my own heart," Jack opined, as he clipped the end for her.

Jackie seductively leaned over the table, giving Jack a good view of her cleavage as he held the lighter for her.

"Will, isn't there something incredibly erotic about a woman who enjoys a good smoke," Jack said with a smile and a wink at Jackie.

Jackie sat back in her chair and casually puffed on her cigar, sending wispy, grayish-blue clouds of smoke toward the ceiling.

"Absolutely," I said in agreement, "All we have to do now is put a glass of scotch in her hand and we could sell the image as a male enhancement. We could put Viagra out of business."

I saw Denise and Karen look at each other and roll their eyes in bemusement. Denise said to Jack, "If I'd know that's all it took for your attention, I would have stopped the endless miles of jogging, yoga, and calisthenics and just bought a pack of Tiparillos."

I took that as my cue to prepare the laced coffee for dessert, "Is everyone in the mood for coffee and cheesecake?"

All said they would, except for Mark, who would stick to the wine, and making my job easier in denying him the elixir.

"Karen, want to help me with the dessert while I get everyone coffee?"

With Karen preoccupied with cutting the cheesecake and serving the pieces to the guests, I found it easy to doctor the coffee cups by putting an elixir soaked flimsy into each. They dissolved instantly when I introduced the coffee.

The small talk continued between the guests as I watched for the beginning effects of the elixir. So far, none of the more onerous side effects that I had witnessed the last time had manifested themselves, except for the slight tingle at the base of my skull followed by over-exuberance in the volume and nature of the dinner talk. I was still a bit worried that the pent-up sexual frustration, leading to verbal aggression might cause problems. Particularly given there was another male added to the sexual equation.

It was about ten minutes since ingesting the drug when I noticed Jackie, almost absentmindedly, spinning her butter knife on the table. Each time she allowed the cutlery to come almost to a full stop before repeating the action, and each time she set the knife spinning, a small smile would cross her lips as if it were a private joke. Soon, the small talk died away as each of the guests turned their amused attention toward her.

Finally, Karen voiced what was on everyone's mind, "Jackie, what are you doing?"

Jackie disregarded Karen's question, and seeing that this time the knife ended up pointing directly at Denise, asked, "Okay Denise, truth or dare?"

I believe everyone knew of, or even participated in that old parlor game from our youths, including Denise, but she assumed a tone of faint surprise and naïveté, "Truth or what?"




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"Dare," Jackie said quickly, and with a tone of boisterous mirth, "Come on Denise, don't tell me you've never heard of the game."

"Well...yes," Denise stammered.

"Then what will it be, truth or dare?" Jackie pressed, not allowing Denise time to think or make excuses.

Denise looked around the table wide-eyed, hoping that one of us would step in and rescue her from the situation. However, seeing that no help was forthcoming, she resigned herself to accepting her fate, and said with regal air, "Truth, then."

Jackie smiled back at her, and hesitated for a moment while she puffed on her cigar. Finally, she sat back in her chair, and asked, "Tell us about the first time you did it with someone."

Denise told her story, hesitantly at first, as if it were some dark, embarrassing secret no one else in the world could understand. It was a story of a warm summer night in the back seat of her boyfriend's father's Oldsmobile, parked along a dark country road. It was a sweet and innocent story of a young girl who was curious about carnal pursuits, but fearful of their potential, mocking repercussions if her friends and peers ever found out. After a while, as Denise become comfortable with her surroundings, she became more confident in her storytelling, and concluded her ribald tale by explaining in elaborate detail how her boyfriend suffered both premature and painful 'coitus interruptus' when a wandering patrol car ventured onto the scene. She said this with such humor and warmth that her vivid explanation had us all in stitches.

Just like that, any anxiety or sexual frustration that was developing within and between us due to the initial effects of the elixir dissipated harmlessly into our laughter. I breathed easier from then on, and looked at Jackie, the instigator of the game, with newfound admiration.

Round and round the table the game continued. Each took their turn as grand inquisitor, asking in their turn the most lascivious of question. The bodacious nature of each question was escalated by each new inquisitor, and all questions were answered, some hesitantly, some unabashedly, but all with equal flavor in rank.

Without prodding from me, questions for truth quickly gave way to challenges to perform a dare. It was as if everyone knew the ultimate destination to where the game was headed, and wanted to hasten its progress. So far, however, none of the inquisitors dared the actual touching between the participants, but instead demanded from them some ribald act to be performed solo for the amusement of the others. A teasing show of cleavage or a display of the bulge in the trousers was about the extent of our initial play.

We must have made quite a sight. Seven full-grown adults, some well on the downhill side of life, laughing and hooting to mock displays of sex, as if we were drunken teenagers at a late-night party testing the sexual waters for the first time. None of us cared how juvenile all of this might seem to the uninitiated. We were having the time of our lives, and regretting none of it. So it was with the elixir.

Mark was probably the only one who was not fully in the spirit of things. Not so much, I think, because he wasn't imbued with the elixir, but rather because the knife never fell in his direction. It must have been grating on him, given that he had the equipment to give an auspicious display of his bulge, but was being denied the opportunity by fate. It was being done as if by my order, and I got a certain amount of pleasure watching him chomp at the bit.

It was Cecilia's turn as grand inquisitor. She had just finished giving a rousing, mock display, in both physical and vocal exuberance, on how she pleasured herself. I dare say it left most of us breathless, hard, and most likely wet. Smiling to herself at her fine bit of acting, she spun the knife. A tension fell over the room as all silently watched the utensil slowly spin along its invisible axis. Cecilia augmented the tension, as she added playful commentary, "Who will be next, I wonder. I already have a juicy tease for the lucky person. I hope it's you, Jackie."

Everyone held their breath as the knife slowly ebbed to a halt, pointing in my direction.

I smiled at Cecilia, saying, "I hope you're not disappointed that it wasn't Jackie."

See smile back, "Not at all, it works just the same. Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course."

"Tell me Will, is Karen a good kisser?"

"The best," I said, and then added almost nonchalantly, "But there are even better things she can do with her lips."

This elicited a number of laughs, whistles, and catcalls from around the table. Karen added her own bit of panache to the overall mirth by seductively licking her lips and saying, "And on more sensitive parts of a man's anatomy."

"Ooh, that may be," continued Cecilia, "But I think I'm a pretty good kisser too, on the lips and on other things." There were more catcalls from the group. Cecilia waited for the hoots to die down before continuing, "And I know Jackie can really make a guy's...um...anatomy stand up straight and sing...over and over again, right Will?"

She shot me a knowing smile and wink as a reference to Jackie's previous exploits with Karen, Gloria and me.

Cecilia concluded her challenge, "So let's put this to the test. For your dare you have to find out which one of us ladies is the better kisser."

I started with Cecilia, but kissed them all in the same way. I would stand above them and to the side of their chair, and while bending over to meet their lips I would wrap an arm about them, positioning it just below their breasts so that they naturally rested in the crook of my elbow. During the act of the kiss, I would subtly apply a gentle pressure to them with my arm, and in so doing feel their hardened nipples pressing against me.

Each returned my kiss in similar fashion. A brief moistening of their lips before leaving them slightly parted. Then, as our lips touched, one final intake of air and a closing of their eyes before pushing a tongue forward to greet mine. Except for the subtle pressure of my arm against their breasts, I remained fairly passive throughout the embrace, allowing the women alone to apply as much force and exuberance to the kiss as they felt necessary. And while all of them were of like manner, that is, eager to show me just how exuberant they could be, there were wonderfully erotic differences in each of their techniques.

Cecilia started coyly, and at first, her body felt rigid against my arm. It was as if she were still unsure of her surroundings and fearful of exposing too much of herself in front of strangers. Her posture belied the vampish persona she exhibited moments before. However, after a few moments I felt her body going soft. Her hands that still tightly held my arm, which she used for leverage to press her mouth firmly against mine. As with our initial embrace, her tongue was equally bashful, touching mine briefly only to scamper backward forcing me to the chase, but once I caught up to it she pushed back against me with renewed force and playfulness. When she finally released me, her eyes were looking at me, large and innocent, and oh, so captivating. Their soft brown color seemed to turn almost golden in hue, appearing as if they glowed in contrast to the rich, warm mahogany of her skin. Then they narrowed and wrinkled at the corners, mimicking the impish smile that escaped from her lips.

Jackie showed no hint of reservation, and fully displayed her natural sexuality from the start—mostly by putting on a seductive smile while toying with the top buttons on her blouse and exposing more of her ample cleavage as I approached. What I was beginning to appreciate about her was that although she was probably the most sexually experienced of the group, save for Jack Avery, she never appeared jaded, and treated every encounter with men as if each were her first and favorite. Taking my head within her hands, she pulled me hard against her lips. Her hands wander about my head, first by gently brushing her palms against my cheeks, then running her fingers up through my hair, only to end up wrapping my head fully into her arms. All the while she pushed her tongue fully into and around in my mouth. I could discern the faint trace of tobacco mingled with wine as she danced within me. Toward the end of our embrace she slowed, becoming almost loving, as she softly clamped her lips down to suck gently on my tongue.

The length and intensity of our kiss caused a number of the other guests to whistle and hoot in playful approval. We ignored the catcalls for the moment and allowed a knowing smile to pass between us.

As I made my way over to Karen, I heard Mark exclaim, "Oh, come on Will, by now you shouldn't need to experience your own wife. Move on to Denise."

"Hush up, Mark," Karen said, as she gave him a playful slap on the arm, "I want to be included in this too."

"Funny," I said as I bent down to kiss her, "The thought never crossed my mind to leave you out of the mix."

"I know."

We've done it countless times before, under many different situations and circumstances. I won't say it felt like the first time or the even the thousandth, because it didn't. It felt as it always has—a gesture of romance with the woman with whom I had fallen in love. That feeling never left me, and probably never would. It was the reason why I stayed with her even after finding out about the betrayal. I doubt there were many people in the world that I could or would forgive for that, because there were few people in the world who could still take my breath away, as she did mine.

During our kiss, Karen decided to take some spousal privileges by reaching a hand up and overtly feeling the bulge in my pants. The gesture sent the rest of the table into another boisterous round of hoots, whistles and catcalls, which, in turn, sent Karen and me into fits of laughter.

When she released me, I said jokingly, and in accord with the spirit of the mood that was just created by her fondling, "Care to finish what you started?"

To my surprise, Karen didn't think I was kidding. There was an awkward moment of hesitation, as a sensual, mischievous gleam sparked from her eye. I believe she would have pulled out my cock without further encouragement except for a comment utter at that moment by one of the other ladies, "And if she doesn't, I will."

The comment was so contrary to the façade she had presented to everyone that there was a moment of stunned silence. Denise was sitting back in her chair, an arm casually draped over its back as she laughed playfully to herself with tongue in cheek. It was only until we heard her bright laughter that the rest of the gathering laughed as well. Jack looked at her with surprise, and although he started to laugh with the others, it was obvious he was a little annoyed by her comment.

Taking no notice of her husband, Denise said, "I seem to be the only one left. I guess you're saving the best for last."

Keeping an eye on Jack, I said with mock sheepishness and a wink, "That, but I'm a little concerned about my employment."

Jack gave a small wave of his hand while saying, "Oh, don't worry about that. Hell, maybe you can get more out of her than I could."

It was a not too subtle rebuke at Denise for her comment from moments before.

Not missing a beat, however, Denise responded in like fashion, "Quite possibly he can, because by the looks of things he has more to offer."

Jack threw up his hands in mock surrender, "Ouch, bested again."

I could tell by their banter that the sexual frustration common in the initial stages of those imbued by the elixir still existed between the Averys, even though it was dampened in the rest of us by Jackie's game. It was also obvious that theirs was a marriage of convenience, and I suspect that whatever tenuous threads existed in holding it together may be broken tonight.

Denise surprised me further during our kiss. She started awkwardly, tipping her head down then back as if out of practice. She gave a short, nervous laugh at her own clumsiness, before settling down to one position with eyes closed and lips slightly parted. When our lips touched, I felt a soft breeze against my cheek as she exhaled slowly through her nostrils. At first, she only used her lips, shifting them across mine as if trying to moisten both. She was always soft and slow in her movements. I like to think it was because she wanted to savor the experience, given that they were probably infrequent in her marriage. I felt her tongue gently brush against my lips, almost in a searching manner. Touching me about the mouth but never entering inside. I held back for a moment, teasing her with my mouth while applying gentle pressure to her breasts with my arm. As with the other women, her nipples felt hard against me.

When our tongues finally touched, she responded by opening her mouth wide and pressing herself hard against me, as if trying to pull me fully inside her. She shifted her hand up to caress my hair as Jackie had done, but in so doing, moved her arm in such a way as to place my hand fully over her breast. The action was purposeful, and by the silence of the room, went unnoticed. Pulling her arm close to her body, she forced my hand to cup her breast even more firmly. To finalize the sensual deception, she stroked at my hair causing my pinned hand to massage her breast, involuntarily. It was expertly and artfully done.

I was wrong about her. She had done this many times before and probably with many men. It was her true seduction. I wondered how far she went those other times. Did it end with just a kiss, or did she take the men further along her path? How many brief, spontaneous encounters had she initiated with that kiss? I also wondered if Jack knew his wife wasn't the jaded celibate she made herself out to be, or was their marriage truly one of contrived convenience?

When she finally released me, she said as if to no one in particular, and I suspect to give herself cover, "I haven't been kissed like that by a strange man since I met Jack," then leaning forward, she said to Karen in matriarchal fashion, "Well done, my dear."

Karen just smiled and nodded her head. Something had just passed between the two, but I couldn't guess what. I like to think Denise's cryptic comment was an acknowledgement of the fine catch Karen made marrying me compared to her own apparent failure. It was the egotist in me. For all I know, Denise just complemented Karen on the wonderful job she did training me.

Well, I wasn't going to explore that now. One thing I learned through Cecilia's dare, other than it was an intoxicating experience, was that all of the women were fully aroused, and none more so than Karen. All I had to do was ring the bell, and everyone would be off to the races.

As I sat back in my chair, I was about to spin the knife when I noticed everyone, particularly the women, looking at me anxiously.

I stared back at them, "What?"

"You were supposed to find out who was the best kisser," answered Karen.

"And I did," I said, leaving the matter alone.

There was a long silence as the women continued to stare at me incredulously. Jack was the only one who guessed my intent, and started laughing with characteristic guffaws.

After a few more moments of Jack's laughter, I finally said, "You really don't expect me to answer that, do you? That would be like asking me, 'Does this dress make me look fat?' or, 'Do you think that girl's prettier than me?' These are questions men have learned to avoid like the plague, because no matter how we answer them we still end up getting kicked in the groin."

The response from each of the two groups was predicable. Jack and Mark each nodded their head vigorously in agreement. Mark added a, 'Damn straight,' a number of times to underscore my truism. The women, on the other hand, erupted in unison, "Oh, you are so full of shit!" Of course, each used their own particular vernacular, but their meanings were all the same.

Upon seeing and hearing the women's visceral and unanimous reaction, Mark, Jack, and myself slid into continual laughter. It must have been a sight, each of the men laughing it up while trading high-fives, as the women vainly argued a counterpoint that largely fell on deaf ears. Finally, even Jackie and Karen laughed to themselves, if not out of seeing the truth behind it all, at least seeing the humor of the situation.

The game was all but over. Spinning the knife one last time was a perfunctory act. I could just as easily snapped my fingers at any of the women and the orgy would begin. Those around the table who may not yet be fully in the throes of the elixir, like Mark and maybe Cecilia, would have quickly been corrupted by those who were. That, however, would have been a grossly decadent and unwise show of power—one that I must avoid.

Everyone watched as the knife slowed to a stop, except for me. It was strange, but I already knew whom it would point to even before it happened.

I stared at Karen from across the table. I watched her eyes followed the spinning knife intently, and when there could be no doubt who it pointed at, she smiled to herself before looking over at me. We stared at each other silently, as the others around the table laughed, and reiterated the outcome, hooting, "It's Karen's turn."

I raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Dare," she said it with slow deliberation. Her eyes smoldered. Their deep blue color radiated almost violet. She wasn't making a choice but issuing a challenge, 'I dare you to do your worst!' She wanted the game to end as much as me, and I knew just how it should end.

"Mark," I said casually, "There's a rumor within our circle of friends that you are quite the man."

Mark was briefly taken aback as I shifted my attention toward him, "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's been said by some that you are a man blessed with more than your fair share of...Oh, how shall I say it...Male accoutrements."

There was renewed whistling and hoots from the ladies.

"If you mean I got a big dick, then yeah, more than my share. I'd say more than three guys' share."

He said it with such pride I felt I had to play with him for a moment, "Well that's a bold statement. I mean, one woman's mountain could be another's molehill. You know what I mean? Things like this can be quite relative and subjective."

"What, you don't believe me?" he said, putting his hands to his zipper while trying to stand.

I laughed, "Whoa, just sit down and keep the stallion in the corral, this isn't your dare." Turning toward Karen, I asked, "Do we believe him?"

The same smoldering look was stamped on her face. She already knew what her dare would be. A shameless smile creased her lips as she slowly shook her head from side to side.

"Well then, your dare is to prove the rumor."

I think Karen was under the table before I finished my statement. Within moments, a look of surprise came over Mark as Karen began pawing at his trousers. The unzipping of his pants was clearly heard by all, followed by the faint rustling of clothes. Finally, we heard Karen's muffled and raspy voice, "It's true," then a brief pause, "Oh yes, so very true." Another longer pause ensued, at the end of which we could hear the faint sounds of moist kissing and gentle sucking. Everyone who was staring at Mark saw his eyelids slowly shut in obvious pleasure.

Cecilia was the first to break the silence, "Oh my god, is she..."

"That's my cousin," Jackie intoned, shaking her head in fake astonishment, "And to think, some people have the balls to call me a slut."

I heard Jack laugh abruptly before blurting out to no one in particular, "Holy shit, whenever Kendall had one of these things all we ever did was sit around and listen to him yammer on about that goddamn country club."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 07



I looked over at our guests of honor. Jack was still staring in Mark's direction, mouth agape, but Denise was staring at me, emotionless save for a bright gleam in her eye. I held her gaze for a moment then smiled, and she smiled back before lowering her eyes.

I turned toward Jackie, and said with a wink, "Why don't you and Cecilia take Jack on a tour of the house."

She winked back, saying, "Come on Cecilia and give me a hand. Jack, how 'bout we go up to my place and have a look at my etchings."

"Etchings?" asked Cecilia, confused, "I thought we were taking a tour."

Jackie rolled her eyes, "It's just a figure of speech, dear."

"And if Jack doesn't mind," I said before the three left the room, "I'm going to have a talk with Denise."

On his way out, he gave my shoulder a little squeeze. It was probably a tactile gesture of permission, but it felt more like a cautionary warning. Along the lines of, 'Good luck with her. You're going to need it.'

As I sat next to her, she said, "I didn't think you noticed."

"Your kiss was an inspiration."

She seemed to blush at my compliment, "Sometimes I get it right. It usually doesn't end in an orgy, though," She laughed briefly as if embarrassed, "That's what this is, isn't it, an orgy?"

I didn't answer her right away. Instead, I began to unbutton her blouse. She tilted her head down to watch my hand, her breathing becoming labored.

It was a sweet, romantic moment, or so I thought, a slightly younger man showing infatuation with, and seducing an older woman. Quit possibly, however, she thought it the other way around. I hoped so. Comically, the romance was somewhat stilted by the sound of Karen, who occasionally hit her head on the underside of the table.

I asked as I undid the last button, "How do your seductions usually end?"

"I think I've given you the wrong impression. At my age, I'm content to be the tease. Oh, I've had my dalliances, but those days are passed me. Now I'm like the old fisherman, content to cast a line but never expecting to hook a fish."

"Is that all it was with me, a teasing moment then?"

I easily undid her bra, which was clasped in the front, and let her breasts fall into my waiting hand. They were on the smallish size, but felt firm and full. She continued to look down at herself as I gently rolled a hardened nipple in my fingers. I could tell by her reaction that that simple act was sending intense waves of pleasure through her.

She shook her head in answer to my last question, and said emphatically, "No. Dear, I keep giving you the wrong impression. I'm just a little self-conscious. I'm not sure why you have such an interest in me when there are younger women around?"

I smiled at her, and wished Karen had a bit more of Denise's attitude when Kendall was sniffing around her. I said with all sincerity, "Because I find you beautiful, intelligent, and you have a wonderfully warm sense of humor. Traits that I always find irresistible."

Just then, Karen's head hit the table with a large thump, causing some of the dishes to clink. Denise and I looked at each other with surprise, and started laughing.

"As you can tell, we don't do this very often," I said, putting her more at ease.

It seemed to do the trick as she pulled me close to her and kissed me hard like she did before. Without breaking her hold on me, she deftly lifted her bottom off the chair and removed her panties. I slipped a hand between her legs, but she hesitated for a moment as she closed her legs slightly. I sensed her self-consciousness returning. When I touched her labia, I knew instantly why she hesitated. She started to make a joke of it, "That's another disappointing prospect of advanced years, the juices don't flow as readily as they used too."

I sucked at a hardened nipple, and said between small nibbles, "That's easily remedied," before lowering myself between her legs.

Once she got over her inhibitions relative to her age, she responded to me with complete abandonment. As I gently moved my tongue around her vulva, paying particular attention to her labia, she put one foot and then the other against the edge of the table. Spreading her legs ever wider for me, she leaned her chair back while arching herself forward.

I teased her, taking my time with tongue and finger, alternating between the two. It was excruciating for her as I moistened her clitoris and upper labia, then slowly slid a finger along her folds before gently massaging her button. Soon, I had her legs quivering and her breathing coming at quickened intervals.

All the while, I could sense Karen next to me, our backs nearly touching as she worked her magic on Mark. I had to admit I found the whole situation with the two of us simultaneously performing oral pleasures on our new partners extremely erotic.

I moved back up Denise's body, stopping to kiss and lick the other sensitive parts of her before finding myself again at her lips. Denise reengaged the kiss, even more passionate this time. Our mouths clamped tight to each other as she sucked greedily on my tongue. I continued to massage her vulva with my fingers. I found it easier this time to slip two fingers into her pussy while gently rubbing her clitoris with a thumb.

Karen must have gotten Mark into a state of readiness that she liked, for I heard her move out from beneath the table while exclaiming, "Stick it in me!"

Hearing Karen bark her desires gave Denise greater impetus to explore our situation further, and I felt her fumbling with the zipper of my trousers. At first, she had difficulty finding the clasp, and then encountered more problems pulling the device. It took her a while to find the treasure she sought, and I purposely made things difficult for her. I was in no hurry, wishing to draw out the moment. I kept my tongue inside her mouth so she couldn't see, and continually massaged her clit and labia, sending her leg into further spasm and her mind wandering off its appointed goal. Several small laughs were the only verbal indicators of her frustration as she fumbled with the zipper. Finally, when I gave her a moment's breath, she said, "You're not going to help me, are you?"

I just shook my head slyly.

"And I thought I was the tease," she said with another frustrated laugh, before clamping her mouth on mine again.

The whole experience was worth the wait. Once I was undone, she continued to fish through the folds and tight passageways of my garments, just as Gloria had done that first night, until finally grasping what she had sought. My cock pressed downward, hard against my leg. Liberating it from its tight confines took more effort on her part, and more frustrated laughter.

I was as hard as I had ever known myself. Instinctively, I think she knew that because when she finally freed my cock she let out low moan of delight. Yet, it wasn't a moan suggesting satisfaction with my length or girth. Rather, it was with the satisfaction that I truly desired her. Feeling how aroused I was in her hand must have removed any qualms she had left about our age differences, or her desirability.

Now, she was going to take her time by teasing me with her hands. Holding my testicles firmly but gently in one hand, she softly massaged and kneaded them, while gliding the other back and forth along my shaft. A long, soft pull with finger and palm here, a gentle scrape of her fingertips there, she worked her hands exploring its whole length in detail. It wasn't long before she had my legs twitching in uncontrolled delight.

Through all of this delicious stumbling and bumbling, I had quite forgotten about Karen and Mark, until Karen came up beside me and kissed my neck. Mark had already left the room for greener pastures, I suspect.

"That was quick," I said as I played with her ass.

Karen put on a brave face, but her voice failed to hide her disappointment, "I think I over did the foreplay. I'll get him on the rebound."

I got a certain degree of satisfaction hearing about her less than stellar first encounter with 'Mr. Big Guy,' and congratulated myself on my genius with the elixir.

Karen rebounded nicely, however, and said as she looked down at our situation, "I can see you're in good hands, though. How's it going, Denise?"

She didn't look up at Karen. I could see she was blushing, "I feel kind of strange diddling another woman's husband while she looks on."

"Is that all you're feeling?" Karen asked with a smirk.

For the first time, Denise stared up at Karen with a look of pure animal excitement and just shook her head slowly.

Karen disappeared under the table. It wasn't hard to figure out what was next on her plate. Denise blushed. I could tell she was becoming uncomfortable about Karen's advances. After a few moments filled with nervous giggling, Denise finally said to Karen, "I'm so sorry, dear. I'm...I'm just not ready for 'that.' Please, don't be mad at me."

Karen stood back up, smiled at Denise with slight embarrassment. Kissing her on the forehead, she said, "Don't worry about it. I'll go see what the others are doing. Besides, I better find Mark before Jackie sinks her claws into him."

Denise watched Karen bound out of the room, "That was awkward. Now I feel bad. Do you think she'll forgive me?"

Denise's mild rebuff of Karen's advances was surprising to me. The elixir wasn't infallible after all. Maybe there's an age factor to the effectiveness of the drug. That after a certain point our views and mores become too calcified within us, and eventually those moral walls, to use Beetlesmith's vernacular, can never be fully breeched.

I could see a look of pain on her face as she thought she might have damaged a possible friendship. I attempted to soothe her spirits, "Forgive? I suspect she's already forgotten about it. Karen's only just discovered her other side, so she's more in sympathy with you than you may suppose, and like I said, all of this is new to us." I kissed her and saw her smile returning, "So don't ever feel you're being a stick in the mud or a prude, and don't hesitate in telling us if we're making too many demands on you or making you uneasy. Tonight, do as much or as little as you are comfortable. Okay?"

She nodded her head, and then said almost with a defensive sense of pride, "You know this isn't the first time for me. I've been to an orgy before...Well, sort of an orgy."

"Really?" I said with surprise. "If that's the case maybe we should find the others and..."

"No," She said sternly as she lowered herself to the floor and pulling me with her, "Let's just you and me have some fun first."

She pushed me back onto the floor and straddled me. Then with one fluid motion, she shifted her hips up and slowly sank down. My cock easily slid into her. As with the kiss, I let her go at her own pace. Her motion was of an unvarying slow, rhythmic rolling of her pelvis and lower back. About the only thing I did was remove her blouse and bra completely. Soon, she fell into a trance-like state. The whole time her eyes remained closed, and about the only sound she uttered was an almost rhythmic breathing that fell into time with her shifting hips. Occasionally, I would play with her breasts by gently pinching or sucking at their extended nipples, and each time she would respond, almost by reflex, by biting her lower lip.

Her climax was almost as peaceful. I felt her body go rigid. The features of her face froze into a momentary state of bliss, while her arms and lower body stiffened as if she were bracing herself against an incoming tide. At the moment of her orgasm, I heard her inhale three sharp, draughts of air that were quickly followed by a subtle quivering of her body. When the faint trembling was nearly complete, she lowered herself onto my chest with a heavy sigh, lying motionless.

"That was so very nice," she finally said.

"If you say so," I said with a sarcastic chuckle.

She guessed my meaning, "As you can tell, I'm a quiet fuck. Jack always had a problem with that. He likes his women loud and raunchy. I like to think that's why he mostly goes outside our home to plow his fields."

I laughed, "He should get along nicely with Jackie then, she's all that. So, what's a 'sort of an orgy' you hinted at?"

She giggled to herself before answering, "Oh, it was before I met Jack, a long time ago, back in my first year at college. A bunch of us got together at a friend of a friend of a friend's house for an old-fashioned pot party. You know the kind. We were all on our own. There were no watchful parents about. We were filled with ourselves, as if we all knew how the world worked. We got stoned, and one thing led to another. We didn't do any actual swapping of partners, or get into a big orgy pile or anything. We just made love with the ones we came with in front of everyone else. So, it was sort of an orgy. I know, not much of a story," she ended, shrugging her shoulders.

"I don't know. It's more than I ever did."

We lay together for a while and continued to exchange small talk when I heard soft music coming from the living room. It sounded like one of my jazz albums, but I couldn't tell which one.

Denise appeared to be listening to the music, her brow furrowed as if she were in thought.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm trying to remember the words to that song."

Thinking she meant the song that was playing, I started to say, "I don't think there are any lyrics...," but before I could finish, she held onto me tight and flipped us around so that I was now on top of her. Wrapping her legs about me she said, "Now I remember, 'roll me over and do it again.'"

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Denise and I found the others in the living room. It appears Jackie, Cecilia and Jack didn't get too far on their tour of the house. Karen was there as well, and all of them were on the large couch, and in the most unusual positions. The music still played softly, and even though the lights were dimmed, I could still make out what each were doing and to whom. The scene made Denise gasp in surprise when she first gazed upon them.

Jack was on one side of the couch, with Cecilia on top. Both were facing Mark and Karen, who were in a similar position on the other side. Both the men were slamming into their respective partners with equal fervor. Jackie sat between, and was applying a massaging hand, one for each couple, while adding the occasional, salacious comment. She sounded part repo-auctioneer and part carnival barker, as she alternated between fingering the women's clitora and fondling the men's testicles. On the coffee table, in front of Jackie, were a whole plethora of Karen's 'toys' and a tube of lubricant. Karen thinks of everything.

It was difficult to make out what she was saying over the loud moaning of Karen and Cecilia, but I got the impression that the two couples were in some type of contest, with Jackie serving as a demented Mistress of Ceremony.

Jackie smiled brightly as she caught sight of Denise and me, "Hey guys, we were wondering what happened to you two."

"What's going on?" I asked, trying not to laugh at the situation.

Jackie continued to play with the women's vulva, "This is a game called, 'who can come first.' Want to join in? There's a spot open in front of me on the coffee table. My hands are tied up, but I'm pretty nimble with my feet, if you know what I mean." She ended her statement by lifting her foot while wiggling her toes.

I had to laugh at the image of Jackie giving Denise and me a foot fingering, "That wouldn't be fair, they have a head start. Besides, someone already came...twice." I gave Denise's ass a friendly squeeze, and said to her, "You want to join in?"

I don't think Denise was too keen on Jackie's foot fucking idea, either. She shook her head and said, "No, I'd rather just watch and see how this turns out."

Denise and I sat in the lounger on the other side of the room. Denise curled up on my lap and we watched as the contest unfolded.

"I see you're still shaving your 'hoochie coo.'"

Jackie smiled back, saying, "Umm, hmm, I can't believe I didn't do it before. It really gives me a whole new sensation, especially when I'm playing with myself." She giggled at that last part, and went back to diddling the two groups of competitors.

I asked, "So what prize does the winner get?"

"The loser gets it from both guys," Jackie responded, "That punishment was suggested by your wife."

That figures, I thought. Karen was going to finally realize her fantasy of 'twofers' with two 'fellas.' At least I hoped it was a fantasy and not a reenactment from her past.

For the first time that evening I got a good look at Mark's equipment as it slid in and out of my wife's pussy. Well, not exactly a good look. I couldn't be too sure of his length, but if it was anywhere in proportion with his thickness, it was a massive organ, indeed. I had to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. These feelings were further amplified by Karen's loud, almost guttural moaning and by the look of sheer sexual ecstasy that was carved on her face. Her moans were augmented by equally obscene calls for Mark to, "Fuck my hot pussy! Fuck it harder!"

I think Denise must have guessed at, or felt, my changing mood, and sought to mollify them by exposing her own past injuries, "Seeing Jack with Cecilia reminds me of the time I walked in on him with one of his bimbos. Needless to say, that was the last time I visited him at the office, unannounced."

She didn't wait for a response, but instead kissed me hard and passionately, as she'd done earlier. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, maybe we should have joined in and really given them a show."

I laughed, "That's all right. I like it fine right here. Besides, by the looks of things I think it's just about over."

Both the other women had achieved full-throated moaning, but it was barely audible above the din of the loud slapping sounds caused when each man slammed into their respective holes. I did hear Cecilia croak out a command for Jackie to, "Touch me a little higher, girl."

Jackie did, and then recoiled comically as Cecilia began spraying clear fluid, the force and volume of which was only matched by her abrupt shout of ecstasy.

Denise bluntly commented, "Oh my, I hope Karen uses Scotchguard."

Given the circumstance we found ourselves in, with Cecilia shouting in delight, while Jackie tried to dodge incoming fire, Denise's deadpanned comment had me laughing uncontrollably. My wave of jealousy dissipated.

"So does this make Cecilia the winner or the loser?" Denise asked, trying to hold back her own laughter.

"Winner," Cecilia barked as she jumped off Jack, almost crashing into the coffee table as her legs wobbled beneath her. Once she gained her 'sea legs' she added with girlish glee, "Karen's the loser."

Like a starving dog who sees a morsel of food inadvertently fallen to the floor, Jack was about to pounce on any of Karen's vacant orifices, but Karen stopped him, "Jesus, wait a minute, Jack. Let me get situated first."

She turned around and proceeded to lick and suck Mark's tool while extending her hindquarters well into the air for Jack. Jack didn't hesitate putting his cock in where Mark had been, thrusting with slow deliberation.

Now I got a good look at Mark's cock, and its length did match its girth—the bastard. I could see why Karen kept bumping her head on the dining room table, there would have been little to no room under there. Worse still, I could tell that he wasn't fully erect, which is why Karen had to spent some time giving him oral encouragement before the real fun started.

Karen could only put Mark's cock-head and just a little bit more in her mouth, before she had to pull back. She applied a good amount of saliva onto it, slowly letting her spittle dribble out and down his shaft before slathering it about with her hand. When she felt his tool was lubricated enough, she went back to gently sucking on his head while stroking the shaft.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 07



My jealousy was back, but was gradually being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of arousal. I couldn't help but get incredibly turned on watching my dear wife getting fucked at one end while sucking a massive cock like a thousand dollar whore at the other.

Mark played the part of rogue and scoundrel to perfection, telling her to suck his cock all the way to his balls. Vainly she tried. Oh, how my little slut tried inching it deeper inside of her, only to pull back quickly with a gasp and a cough. When she failed to fully pull him in, attempt, after gag-inducing attempt, Mark castigated her like a two-bit whore, telling her to suck on his balls instead.

Mark was fully erect now, and played with himself as she licked and kissed his testicles.

"All the way in, bitch," he said to her, not caring that I was witness to my own wife's debasement, "Put my balls all the way in your mouth."

Whether due to the effects of the elixir, or to the sheer erotic nature of the scene playing out before me, I found myself not caring about his playful maltreatment of my wife. In fact, I wanted it to continue in some strange way. Strange as it may sound, it was as if this were all some cleansing ritual I had to endure in order to wash the stench of Karen's infidelity away, or maybe to wash away my own sins in using the elixir on the unsuspecting. Maybe it was for both reasons, because for the first time in a long time since finding out, I had no thought of Roger Kendall.

As Karen was putting the finishing touches on Mark's testicles, Cecilia wandered over to Denise and me. Jackie had already succumbed to her inner slut and was straddling Mark's head and giving him a taste of her luscious wares. She played with her clitoris lustfully, while he vigorously tongued her pussy.

Cecilia asked, "Mind if I sit with you, Robo-cock?" 

"Robo-cock?" asked Denise.

"I'll tell you about it later," I said slightly embarrassed.

For now, the three of us were content to watch the other four. Our eyes fully glued to their escapades while our hands danced about our bodies. Denise and Cecilia lying comfortably back against me, their legs spread so that I could fondle them both, while each had a hand on my cock as both gently stroked the shaft and head. It was all done so nonchalantly, almost absentmindedly, as if we were picking at a bowl of popcorn while engrossed in a good movie.

Mark playfully tapped the top of Karen's head with his organ, and said, "Time to sit on the big one again, baby. I've got a whole load of goo for your tight snatch."

Karen shifted forward and easily slid Mark's cock into her pussy. She remained motionless for a moment, arching her back so that her ass protruded backward, indecently. Cocking her head around to look back at Avery, she said, breathless, "Do me."

"Come on Jack, put it up her ass. Let's make this bitch scream," I head Mark say, trying to talk around a mouth full of Jackie's pussy.

Jack dove in and tried to push in, causing Karen to flinch forward, "Jesus! Jack! Lube!" Karen rasped in staccato. Then giggling, added, "It's on the coffee table. Christ, you guys really do want me to scream."

Once he prepared himself, Jack slowed his pace, inching his cock into Karen with intense deliberation. Karen's facial expressions revealed a kaleidoscope of emotion, changing from one from slight pain, to mild discomfort, to one of pleasurable calm, and finally on into ecstatic bliss as Jack pushed fully inside of her.

All three of them were in constant motion now—well four really. Jackie had turned around, and while still suspended above Marks' head so that he could lay the occasional tongue into her vitals, she applied her dexterous mouth and tongue to Karen's breasts. Together, they looked like some weird, abstract work of art, incorporating flesh-toned, paper-mâché mannequins controlled by a noisy, poorly engineered, two-stroke engine.

There I sat on my throne with my two cherubs by my side, watching the debauched spectacle playing out in front of me as if I were some Roman emperor being entertained by my imperial entourage. I felt the power again, flowing though me as it had the other time—an all-encompassing confidence.

"Suck me," I said to no one in particular.

Without hesitation, both Denise and Cecilia flipped around and applied a hungry mouth to my erection. As one sucked greedily, pulling as much of me into her, the other would apply a wet tongue to any area that remained exposed.

"Suck it," I demanded again, while slipping two fingers into each of their pussies.

Their actions became more fevered, as now they tried to subtly push and shove the other off and out of the way, so that they could complete the task I set for them. They grunted, groaned, and grasped for any advantage. Each of them sucked forcefully when the opportunity presented itself. In no time, my cock was bathed in their saliva, a thick and heavy film of it dripping down along my shaft only to pool at its base. None of it was wasted, as the next cherub who gained an advantage scooped up the excess and slathered it around my member while adding more of their own to the mix.

Invariably, their close quartered cock to hand to mouth combat scenario caused momentary touching between the two. Denise seemed oblivious of the inadvertent contact, which I found odd given her rebuff of Karen earlier. I was also overcome by the sensuousness of the two as they slid past each other with the barest brushing of the other's lips or tongue, with their own.

"Kiss each other," I demanded.

Denise hesitated for a moment then gave Cecilia a quick peck on the lips before sliding my cock back into her mouth.

"That was no kiss," I said with a laugh, "Kiss each other."

Denise held her lips to Cecilia a little longer this time, yet her mouth remained closed even though I could tell Cecilia was trying to push her tongue against her tightened lips.

How much could I force Denise to act against her nature? How far did I have to push, in order to get her to fully comply? I voiced my disappointment at her effort, and she retorted with obvious frustration, "We kissed each other."

"No, she kissed you, hardly the same thing at all. Go on, kiss."

Denise gave a last whimper of protest before she slightly parted her lips to receive Cecilia's tongue.

As they embraced, I added continual praise to their efforts, telling them how erotic it made me feel, and how sensual they looked. It seemed that with each compliment, Cecilia and Denise further melded into each other while adding a wandering hand to the other's breasts.

I slipped a third finger into each of them while continuing my approval. Denise replaced her hand with her mouth and sucked on Cecilia breasts. At first, it was gentle. A brief lick followed by a short suck, but as I continued to add lustful, encouraging words Denise's sucking became more forceful. Before long, and to my surprise, I could feel Denise's fingers playing with Cecilia's clitoris while I continued to finger the both of them.

I looked over at the other four for a moment, and saw that Karen and Jackie had changed places. Jack was still going strong, imbued as he was with the elixir. He was as vibrant in stamina as he was insatiable in his desire. He had his arms wrapped around Jackie, holding her steady as he thrust into her ass. Mark, on the other hand was sitting up on the couch, flaccid, momentarily spent from his ordeals with Karen. Poor Mark, I laughed to myself, I guess he just doesn't have the wherewithal as us old fucks. Karen, still flushed beet red as she usually is when sexually aroused, had taken over the role of Mark in their little escapade, by manipulating her vibrator in and around Jackie's pussy while nibbling at her nipples. Given Jackie's loud, and boisterous moaning, I guessed she was close to climax. Again, I felt that power surging though me.

I returned my attention to Denise and Cecilia, and told them to get into the sixty-nine position on the floor. Denise hesitated again, but I gave her a look and down she went, laying on top of Cecilia. Cecilia immediately grabbed Denise's ass with both hands and buried her face into Denise's bush. Denise started out coyly, using only a finger or two to massage around Cecilia's vulva, but as Cecilia continued to work her with tongue and lips, Denise slowly but surely succumbed, and reciprocated in kind.

I came to realize in that moment that somehow, and in some way, I was able to manipulate the others. I guessed it was the pseudo-hypnotic effects of the elixir that made it appear I had control of the others. Once realizing that, I didn't feel the need to add myself to Denise and Cecilia's fun, strange as it may sound. I was content to watch my handiwork writhe around on the floor on its own. Soon, the others joined in the viewing as well. Having finished with their first round of escapades, they sat enthralled, and together we watched as the two women continued to make love to each other without restraint.

We didn't have to watch very long. Cecilia was the first to climax, signaled to us by loud and protracted wail reminiscent of her fake orgasm during the game. Denise quickly followed suit, quieter than Cecilia—a quiet fuck, indeed. They finally realized, to their embarrassment, that they had an audience when the rest of us clapped and cheered.

Just as the revelry began to die down, Jackie stepped in and reassumed her role as Mistress of Ceremonies, "Okay everyone it's time for another game. Now, I want all you guys to sit on the couch."

The three of us hesitated. We weren't sure of what kind of homoerotic perversion Jackie may have cooked up for us, and we really weren't in too much of a hurry to find out.

Mark spoke for the rest of us, "Hey, I'm not sticking my dick in some guy."

Jack seconded, "You're fucking-A right you're not."

"Oh come on you big dopes," Jackie said in an exasperated tone, "This will be fun. I promise. Jesus, you guys think I would make you do something weird?"

I opened my mouth, but she cut me off again, "Shut up, Will."

I sat on the couch as far away from Mark as I could. I was still a bit pissed at his treatment of Karen. Jack sat between us. Jackie continued, "Alright, this game is kind of like the last one, only this time we get to see what the ladies can do."

All the women gave a brief hoot and howl. Jackie continued, "Okay, let's settle down girls. These are the ground rules, each lady will pair up with a guy..."

Before she could finish, Denise and Karen started to move in my direction, which gave my ego an additional boost.

"Wait a minute you sluts," Jackie barked, "I'm not finished yet. As I was saying, I'll draw names as to who gets who, and you can bet wives aren't going to be paired with their hubbies, that would be cheating. So just cool your ass down a bit, Karen. Now, using only your mouths and a bit of hand—but not too much hand mind you—we'll see who can get their guy off first. There can be no help from the guys. Guys, you can't use your hands...You can't thrust your hips...Especially you Jack...And no communication with your partner. You can't tell the girls what feels good or bad...And not too much moaning, that would be cheating too. You just have to sit there and take it like men."

More hooting from the women ensued.

Jackie continued, "The loser is the girl who gets her guy off last. She gets the Will treatment."

Jack leaned over to me, "What's the 'Will treatment?'"

I was as confused as Jack, and asked, "Yeah Jackie, what's the 'Will treatment?'"

"You know silly, what we did to Karen the other time."

I laughed, "That doesn't sound like much of a punishment. I bet Karen purposefully takes her time just so she'll lose."

Karen stuck her tongue out at me, then said, "Keep it up Mister and I'll give you the Karen treatment."

"Promise," I said with a smile.

Jack leaned over to me, "Karen treatment?"

"I'm not sure. It's either really, really good, or you get kicked in the..."

Jackie cut me off in her Mistress of Ceremony voice, "Okay, first names, Denise is paired with the guy who beds them but won't wed them—all...Night...Long—Robo-cock."

Jack leaned over again, "Robo-cock?"

Jesus, this was starting to get embarrassing, but I hoped it would continue, "I'll tell you about it later."

"Next up, Cecilia, paired with every girls cream dream, the one, the only, Mister, 'my schlong is long and quite a dong,' Cope. Okay, that leaves Karen with Jack, who's fast becoming known as Robo-cock part deux."

"Okay, I get it now, you dog," Jack said to me, happy for Jackie's compliment.

"You know," Jackie continued, "We need a better name for you than Robo-cock part deux. It's too much trouble to say all that...How 'bout just 'Deux?' Dewy Louie's got some spewy...No, that doesn't work...Ooh, Duce...I like that...Ducey, loosey as a goosey...

"Shut up, Jackie!" Karen and Cecilia barked in unison.

"Hey Jackie, what are you going to do?" asked Jack, after he stopped laughing.

"I'm going to make sure you guys stay on the up and up, and keep it up. Plus, I get the loser," she paused as everyone looked at her with confusion.

Cecilia was the first to verbalize what everyone was thinking, "I thought the loser gets the 'Will treatment,' whatever that is."

"Oh, didn't I mention? There's going to be two losers. The lady who can't get their guy off, she gets the 'Will treatment.' And the guy who gets off too quickly, he gets the Jackie treatment."

Jack leaned over again, but I cut him off, "You don't want to know, and neither do I."

"Okay ladies get to your positions...Come on Cecilia, this isn't the office, move your ass...Ready...And go!"

Initially, an eerie calm descended in the room, as each of my male counterparts, including myself, maintained absolute silence as per the games regulations. Only soft sucking sounds and deep sighs of forced breathing were audible to anyone.

It was obvious who would be one of the losers. Mark was starting to run out of gas, and poor Cecilia was going to find it difficult to get him hard, let alone make him come. She stroked, sucked and stroked some more, but the only thing she was able to accomplish so far was to make his limp dick appear as if she were keeping a rather large, docile snake from escaping her hand. Twice, Mark tried to help by applying his own, familiar brand of handiwork, only to be scolded by Jackie not to interfere.

On the other hand, Karen was having no problem with Jack, and looked as if she were determined to come out the winner of this contest. She was sucking on Jack's cock as if she thought there was a pot of gold buried deep within his scrotum, and all she need do is suck hard enough to become rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Unlike Karen, who was rushing to be first, Denise set about her task with such deliciously slow deliberation that I'm sure she cared not a whit whether she finished first, last, or in between. It was as if her only goal was to find as much enjoyment from performing the act, and damn the consequences. Of course, I didn't care what her intentions might be, given that I was the beneficiary of her slow, thoughtful largesse.

She started low, kissing, licking, then tonguing my testicles. She held my cock tight against her face as if she were hugging it as a small child hugs a security blanket. Occasionally, she took time away from my balls to kiss and suckle me at the base and a little bit up my shaft, always scraping her teeth ever so gently along my taut skin as she darted a wet tongue out through slightly parted lips.

Once she felt my shaft was sufficiently moistened, she resumed licking and sucking my testicles and playing with them in her mouth. At the same time, she rolled a finger or two along my shaft, causing my cock to flinch involuntarily at the sudden wave of pleasure.

Still rolling my balls around in her mouth, Denise touched a growing bead of pre-ejaculate fluid with a finger. Pulling the bead away from me, a long, clear strand bridged her finger to my cock.

It was my dream again. A sudden anxiety griped me as I watch Denise mimic what I had been experiencing every morning in my head since Gloria had left. Then she giggled at the sight of the bridge she created, breaking my angst.

I watched as she added more of my fluid to her finger as it continued to emerge, creating an even heavier bridge that sagged in the middle of the span. She giggled again, and just when I thought the strand would break under its own weight, she put her slick, fluid-laden finger on my cock and swirled it all around the head.

Waves of euphoria surged through me, causing my cock to quiver like a reed in a brisk wind. The head of my cock turned a deep purple as it swelled to well over its normal, erect extent. Still more fluid emerged at the top, of which Denise put to good use.

She giggled again as if pleased with herself, then said to no one in particular, "God, I love a stiff cock," and with that declarative statement, she descended onto me and slowly inched me deep into her mouth.

I could feel my cock beginning to find resistance as it met the back of her throat, but instead of stopping, she continued to draw me further inside. She finally stopped her downward advancement when her nose was nearly touching my abdomen, and she remained in that position for some time, tonguing the underside of my shaft before she slowly ascended my member while tonguing me the whole way out. Once at my head she broke suction, allowing a large pool of saliva that had gathered in her mouth to trickle down and bathing my shaft and her grasping hand with her warm fluid. She took a moment to slather the excess saliva about me before repeating the whole descent-ascent routine, repeatedly in excruciatingly slow detail.

It was one of the finest blowjobs I've ever experienced, and as Denise continued, I noticed something I hadn't before. Her eyes never left her husband. I realized that not all of this exquisitely slow sucking of my cock was being done just for my benefit, but was also done to antagonize her husband. She was telling him loudly and clearly, 'This is what you could have had every night, but you chose to be a stiff prick, instead.'

Jack also knew what that look meant, and he responded in kind. Staring back at her, he arched his back and placed a hand on Karen's head forcing her further down so that she would mimic his wife. In this way, he was telling her, 'See, you're not the only one who sucks cock well.'

Twice he did this, and twice was admonished by Jackie to keep his hands to himself, "Once more Jack, and I'll have to disqualify you and Karen."

Unable to use his hands, he resorted to verbal taunts, "That's right, suck on that cock like the dirty whore you are. Slower, suck it slower. All the way down to the nuts. Let me see you drool all over that fuck stick."

"Jack, that's too much coaching. Stop it," Jackie mistakenly intervened, thinking he was coaching Karen.

Denise laughed seeing the predicament her husband was in, and responded back with her own taunts. Again, her eyes never leaving his, she said repeatedly, "Oh, how I love the taste of a real cock. I so much want you to come in my mouth."

Through all this back and forth between the two, Karen, believing Jack's words were meant for her, slowed her pace while flooding Jack's cock with a liberal helping of her saliva. Eventually, both women began mimicking each other as Karen did her own slow, oral rendition of Denise's technique.

Karen, however, had a few tricks up her sleeve, and I knew what that trick was when I saw her wet a finger.

Jack's initial reaction to Karen's probing was one of shock and surprise. He started to climb up the back of the couch away from her, but she held him fast by his testicles. Karen giggled at his reaction, and for added affect, she threw her weight down on him, saying, "Just relax and take it like a man."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 07



Jack crocked out a fitting response, "Jesus, I am. Why do you think I'm backing away?"

"Just shut up and enjoy it," she refrained.

Karen was in full slut mode, and would not be deprived this pleasure at seeing her partner squirm. She reengaged her mouth and just about inhaled Jack's cock while continuing to worm her finger all the way in, down to the last knuckle. Jack's facial expressions ran the gambit from severe shock to finally abject bliss, as Karen slid her finger back and forth in syncopated tempo with her mouth. My only thought was that after tonight, Jack was either going to make me vice-president or unemployed—and at this point I couldn't care which.

Jack began to groan wildly while thrusting his hips forward. It was obvious he couldn't take the sensations any longer, and needed release or he'd burst. I made the off-hand comment, "I think 'this' is the 'Karen treatment.'"

My comment seemed to make things worse for Jack, or better, depending on how one views his circumstance, and only underscored the deep and fervent arousal Jack found in himself. He was caught between his own preconceived social-sexual mores, and the pleasures that were being imposed on him in less than 'hetero' fashion. I saw that internal struggle of pleasure clashing with pride written on his face, but it was a short-lived battle, for the pleasures quickly won out.

Jack was groaning and moaning incessantly now, I doubt he wanted to risk verbalizing anything more specific, and bucked his hips wildly, which thrust his cock further into Karen's mouth and her finger harder against his prostate, thus increasing his pleasure.

Jackie made a half-hearted attempt to warn Jack for his verbal and physical breaches in the game's etiquette, but was slapped down quickly and severely by both he and Karen, as they yelled in chorus, "Shut up, Jackie!"

The final panoply of Karen's blowjob unfolded before my eyes as if in slow motion. Karen kept her head still allowing Jack to fuck her mouth with complete recklessness. She had a gentle yet firm hold of Jack's shaft, while sucking and tonguing voraciously on the head.

With his eyes still fixated on his wife, he let loose a barrage of guttural remarks, most of which ending with, "...Suck that cock you cheating slut."

Karen, again mistakenly took his slurs as her own, and really clapped her mouth down while stroking his shaft in alternating rhythm with Jack's thrusting. To add fuel to the fire, I saw her put a second finger into him and rapidly slid them back and forth.

Jack uttered one last groan, arched his back, and froze.

Karen accepted his first blast fully in the mouth. After which she sat back away with a satisfied smile and continued to stroke one long spurt after another, thick and heavy, out of him until no more came.

"Looks like we have a winner," Jackie said with a laugh, "And a loser...Sorry Duce."

Jack didn't say anything, but gave an acknowledging wave of his hand. He just lay still, briefly spent like a used roman candle. Yet, even though his body lay limp and was sagging back into the couch, his cock remained as hard as it was at the start of the evening. Wonderful stuff, that elixir.

I looked over at Cecilia and saw that she finally got Mark erect. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to do her much good, because I was close to climax.

I looked again at Denise. She had me fully inside of her, and held me there for the longest time. Her deep blue eyes were looking directly at me now, and they would never leave mine throughout the rest of her performance. Once we made eye contact, she slowly pulled back to the end of my cock, and gently sucked on my bulbous head. Her pursed lips barely covering the tip, which gave me a good view of her tongue as it danced hither and yon about me. Then she slowly sucked me all the way in again, stopping just where my pubic hair barely brushed her nose. Her mouth was gaped wide, and I could feel her tongue licking the top of my scrotum. How she managed that still defies explanation, but the whole process, sights mixed with sensations, sent waves of euphoric delight through me.

Karen sat beside me and watched the two of us. She got the giggles, seeing the look on my face. Between quick laughs, she gave a subtle warning to our guest, "Get ready Denise, he's about to pop."

She knew me too well. I took a sharp, almost involuntary breath of air and touched Denise's hand as a signal I was coming. I thought she might remove her mouth and spare herself the initial blast of my ejaculation, but instead she forced me further down her throat.

She held me there, eyes still trained on mine, as I let go with the first blast, then the second. I could feel the muscles in her throat contracting as she tried to swallow each load. The added sensation caused me to ejaculate harder as my body began to involuntarily spasm. With the third blast, she slowly retracted herself, but retained a tight suction on me with her lips. I continued to come in her mouth as she continued gliding her lips up and down along my shaft. Finally, a small trickle of semen escaped from the corners of her mouth, and as her mouth filled to overflowing, she continued to suck me until I had no more to give.

When she finally released me, I thought that there was only one thing that would provide a fitting end to the whole oral extravaganza I witnessed, sort of a final, proverbial cherry on the top of a blowjob banana split—and then it happened, sending an unnatural chill down my spine.

Karen was in mid-comment about Denise's oral expertise, when Denise cut her off with a forceful and abrupt kiss, and in so doing, she emptied the full contents of her mouth into Karen. Karen, wide-eyed, almost recoiled at first, but Denise held her fast about the chest, forcing her tongue with all its contents further into my wife's mouth. Karen then fell into Denise's embrace and accepted her gift with relish.

Karen wiped the small trickle of cum from Denise's chin and offered it to her, and Denise suck on her finger just as she had my cock. Then both women wrapped their arms about each other as they continued to lick and suck at each other's tongue.

Any other man at any other time would have looked on at their display with ever renewed and increasing sexual excitement, but not me and not now. I felt my once hard cock begin to deflate at the significance of what I was witnessing. I had thought it first. I had literally pictured their cum-swapping rapture in my mind, in every detail, only to see it actualized before my very eyes. I had said nothing of my thoughts to them—to anyone. I hinted at nothing with even the barest murmur or subtle gesture, yet it all happened exactly as it had in my mind.

I thought this must be coincidence, but felt that explanation didn't ring true. This wasn't coincidence. It was clairvoyance. I was at a loss to explain it, or to even understand. For the first time since finding the elixir, I felt fear.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 08



I came out of my thoughts when I heard Denise say to Karen, "I hope you can forgive me about earlier in the dining room. I shouldn't have pushed you away like I did."

Karen just smiled and shook her head, giving her silent reassurance to forget the past.

They kissed again. This time their hands moved down to caress the other's buttocks, gently kneading the other and pushing hesitant fingers between each cheek. Their lower torsos were tight against each other, but their lips never touched. Only their tongues came in contact as each drew heavy sighs of excitement through their open mouths.

"Okay, break it up you two," Jackie said, as she moved a hand between Karen and Denise, "Plenty of time for that later, but right now Cecilia needs to be punished, being that she was the ultimate loser."

Cecilia started to whine, "It's not fair, everyone else got a Robo-cock and I got..."

Jackie led her and the others to the bedroom, saying in a consoling voice, "I know, you got the limp end of the stick..."

I didn't follow as I heard Jackie's voice trailing out of earshot. I still didn't know what I had witnessed, and wanted to think it through. Why, I'm not sure. It wasn't as if I could do anything about it now, but sex was beginning to take a back seat to this new discovery.

It must have been coincidence, I kept telling myself. No drug, no matter how powerful could impart prescience on an individual. That was beyond rational thought.

I finally convinced myself that I was just being paranoid. Paranoia, I finally rationalized, could be an aftereffect of the drug, and a clear warning sign that I needed to slow down on its use. I breathed a sigh of relief as my fears dissipated. Paranoia was at least tangible, rational, and manageable, particularly in the confines of its base cause—overuse of the elixir. That was it. It had to be. Just mere coincidence mixed with an unhealthy smattering of drug-induced paranoia. It makes perfect sense.

It was then that I felt a presence in the room where one hadn't been before, and out of the corner of my eye, standing as an amorphous shadow, I saw a shape looming over me. I instantly flinched and turned my head about to greet the shape...Only to find Karen standing in its place.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the fuck out of me!"

Karen laughed at my reaction, as well as hers, given that my abrupt recoil startled her as much as she startled me, "I'm sorry, I guess I scared us both."

She sat down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder, "What's wrong? How come you're not with the others?"

I smiled, putting on a brave face, "Oh just taking a break. I wanted to sit and think for a moment."

Karen looked hard at my face, and finally said, "I know what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," I lied.

"You've got that look."

"What look?" I asked, somewhat frustrated by her cryptic statements.

"Oh, it was the same look you gave me earlier when I was fuck...When I was doing my thing with Mark. It's that look that tells me you weren't too happy with what I was doing."

"At first I had a bit of a problem with it, but I got over it," I admitted, happy that she misunderstood my anxiety.

"I thought so. Look, if you've got a problem with me fucking other guys I understand. We don't have to do the group thing..."

"It's not that, really. Yes, I had a momentary bout of jealousy, but I'm over it now. It's passed...Gone. I...I just had a hard time at first, seeing someone else giving you pleasure. It's stupid, I know. I guess it's the romantic in me."

She kissed me hard, putting an exclamation mark to my statement, and this kiss, unlike all the others previous, was very much like our first, complete with her tears.

She sniffed and wiped her cheeks, before saying, "It's not stupid, so don't ever say that again. I love that romantic guy. I want to see more of him. And I don't mind telling you I get kind of turned me on when you get a little jealous."

"Like I said, I got over it. I just wish you picked someone other than Cope. He reminds me too much of Kend...Of that other prick. Anyway, if you want to see the romantic idiot in me, I guess I can put my green eyeshades on every now and again. But what about Robo-cock, don't you want to see him?"

"Oh...Yes...Definitely want to see him."

"Jesus, Jackie's right, you are a slut," I said, laughingly.

Karen put on a seductive smile, and said, "Only when I'm with you."

She kissed me again as she played with my cock. I was back up to full power, and feeling that overwhelming surge of sexual energy once again.

Karen still retained the smile, and said, "Ooh, I think Robo-cock wants to play." She lowered her head down further and started talking to my cock as if it were a pet, "Does Robo-cock want to play with momma? Does Robo-cock want to fuck momma in her tight ass?"

Karen was in the process of mounting me when Denise entered the room, "Hey you guys, everyone's waiting."

A brief look of disappointment crossed Karen's face, which I found more than sweet. However, I reminded her of our duties as host, "Come on sweet cheeks, Robo-cock can do you later. Tell you what, Robo-cock will do you with Mister 'Big Guy' if you like."

"God, you really know how to make me wet. You know that?"

"I'm learning."

Robo-cock was back. I had rationalized my fears away, and rightly so, I think. Yes, the elixir imparted a certain degree of Herculean quality to a person, but all within the limits of normal human ability. It stretched those abilities to be sure, but didn't formulate new ones. However, even though my primal fears were alleviated, the 'coincidence' of inferred clairvoyance continued to nag at me. Therefore, for the rest of the evening I kept a jaundiced eye on everything that went on around me.

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When we entered the bedroom, everyone was standing around like kids on a playground trying to decide what games to play. That is, except Cecilia, who was tied up in some weird crouching position, with head down on the bed and her behind jutting up into the air. Behind her, Jackie was teasing her pussy with one of Karen's vibrators.

'What the hell,' I thought. Here they all were. A dark-skinned beauty tied down with Karen's pantyhose, and another light-skinned beauty priming her pump with a vibrator, and they had to wait for us? They're bigger idiots than I thought.

Karen didn't see the humor of the situation. Instead, she concentrated on what was holding Cecilia down, "Those are my good pantyhose!"

"Oh, for crying out loud, Karen," Jackie said, rolling her eyes, "I'll buy you a new pair."

"Four! That's four new pair..."

Jackie barked back, "For fuck's sake, could you just pull the stick out of your ass this one time and enjoy the moment!"

Seeing that both women were venturing precariously toward apoplexy and into another right cross, I moved in between them, "Okay, now remember what we talked about..."

"Shut up!" they both yelled into my face

Seeing now that discretion was the better part of valor—and far better than a swift kick to the groin—I decided to remove myself out of 'harm's way' and slid up next to our captive.

"Hey Cecilia, how're you doing sweetheart?"

"I'm doing okay," came her muffled reply, "I'm a little freaked and a lot horny. You guys aren't into whips and chains and shit, are you?"

Jackie, or whoever tied her down, had Cecilia's wrists tied to the bedposts, while ties secured her elbows to each of their corresponding knees. There wasn't a lot of play to the hold-downs, just enough so that it wouldn't become uncomfortable. Besides, nylon stretches, giving Cecilia at least a sense of freedom—it was expertly done.

I kissed her on her cheek, "No whips or chains, baby. I guarantee by the end of this you're going to want to do it again...And again...And again."

She smiled, but still looked nervous, and I could see her arms were tensing up either out of nerves, sexual arousal, or both.

"Tell you what. After a while if you don't feel right, just say so and we'll let you go. Okay?"

She smiled weakly, and said, "Okay."

"Now, give us a kiss."

Her breath came quick and shallow, and her eyes glowed as they had before, golden with just a sparkle of green jade. From our kiss, I'm guessing it wasn't nerves, but pent-up sexual anticipation. Christ, she was already three-quarters of the way to squirting. This thing is going to kill her.

"Okay Jackie, it's your show."

"All right everyone, this little punishment is called the 'Will treatment,' named after our wonderful host, but I also like to call it, 'should she come, bet she won't.' The rules are very simple, we can do anything and everything to her, everything but let her come. You guys can poke and prod all you want. Shoot your loads 'till the cows come home, but Cecilia doesn't come. Anyone who makes Cecilia come before she's ripe will get the 'Karen treatment' from me, and I won't use just one finger. And, Cecilia honey, you have to do anything and everything to us. Only when we're satisfied do you get your own blast off. Okay?"

"I guess so," she said weakly.

"What?" Jackie asked loudly, in full 'Mistress Jackie' mode.

"Yes!" she barked louder, "Shit girl, we're not at the office. You can stop being such a bossy bitch to me."

Jackie laughed, ignoring Cecilia's mild insult for the moment, "I'll go first to show the newbies what I mean. Plus, it's time I got in on some of this yummy action, seeing that I've been neglected by everyone so far."

"Aw, poor Jackie," everyone said in mock sympathy.

"Okay, okay, sorry, but I just had to treat myself to at least a teeny bit of a pity party. Now, back to business. Will, since you started the ball rolling last time, or should I say got Karen's juices flowing to overflowing the last time, I'll make it your job to keep Cecilia's engine well lubricated. And I think I'm going to need the services of Mr. Cope to start my ball a-rollin'."

Mark, feeling overly cocky, to use an apt phrase, began to strut his tail feathers a bit too boastfully, "See guys, when the ladies want it done right they always go to the heavy hitters with the heaviest bats, first."

Arrogant cocksucker, I thought. I was about to say something snide when Cecilia popped his inflated ego for me, "Heavy 'bat' my ass. Lot of good that limp dick did me. I'm only down here with my ass sticking up in the air because you couldn't get it up."

"Now, now Cecilia, play nice," said Jackie, "Maybe the problem wasn't with the equipment, but with the operator. Let's see what he can do with someone who knows how to use it. Come on Mark, sit your cute ass down here...that's it...A little closer."

Jackie positioned Mark a few inches in front of Cecilia so that his semi-erect member fell across her face. Then taking a hold of his massive tool by its base, she playfully and obscenely rubbed and smeared his cock all about Cecilia's face and head.

"See dear," Jackie intoned, "You have to play with the cock first, caress it. Use everything, not just your hands and mouth, but nuzzle it with your nose, rub it against your cheeks. Make the guy feel you want to do more with it then just to get it hard. Don't just yank on it like it was a lever on a slot machine."

"I know all that, you bitch," Cecilia said with irritation.

"Bitch? Watch your mouth, bitch," Jackie laughed, and slapped Cecilia about the cheeks with Mark's organ.

I figured it was workplace animosity working itself out between the two women. It was supervisor versus subordinate in a battle to see who could be the biggest bitch with attitude and not back down. Contrary to how it sounded, though, both of them were enjoying themselves, and none more that Cecilia. Giggling, Jackie continued to slap at Cecilia's cheeks. Cecilia, in turn, tried vainly to capture the swinging organ with her mouth as it passed from one side of her to the other.

Jackie, seeing Cecilia's vain attempt's, taunted her further, "You want that thick stick in your mouth, don't you? Then open wide...Wider!"

Jackie slipped Mark's still semi-erect cock into her, while nudging Mark closer to Cecilia. Given its still semi-flaccid character, Jackie was able to put Mark about three-quarters of the way into her without Cecilia showing any signs of panic.

"Suck on it," Jackie taunted, "Let me see those cheeks moving so I know your sucking on that fat cock...That's it...Now use some tongue...That's right, let me see you work your tongue around in there."

Then she pulled Mark back out of Cecilia. There was a sharp 'popping' sound as Jackie broke the seal of Cecilia's lips. Half of Mark's tool dripped with Cecilia's saliva. Jackie used the natural lubricant to great effect by slowly pumping his still semi-erect cock with a fist.

As Jackie and Mark were doing the business to Cecilia at one end, I turned my attention to her business end. If there were any lingering doubts that Cecilia was enjoying herself, they were dispelled when I touched her vulva—I felt nothing but a warm wetness that permeated every nook and cranny of her pussy.

As I took a moment to admire Cecilia's seductive form, bound as she was with her beautiful ass jutted up into the air, exposing all of her sweet vitals to my gentle touch, I was struck by an unexpected truth. A truth, I'm sure that has been commented on before by philosophers and kings alike, but of which I am ignorant. That the cartoonish symbol of the heart commonly seen around Valentine's Day was not modeled on the human heart at all, but rather, it's an exaggerated caricature of the female behind—positioned at the ready in all sexual anticipation.

'And why not,' I thought. What better symbol of love—or at least love from lust—than a woman, positioned so, offering herself with full compliance and submissiveness, to allow any and all things to be done to her delicate features?

I looked over at Karen, and said, "Care to join me? I think this needs a woman's touch."

At first, I just watched Karen work her magic on Cecilia. Her tongue and fingers gliding across Cecilia's now swollen labia with the pure intent at increasing Cecilia's aroused state. She was always very careful to avoid touching Cecilia's sensitive button, which was protruding well out from its protective sheath. Every so often, she halted her slow glide about her vulva, to delicately finger and nibble about her openings.

Familiarity may breed contempt, but in this case, Karen's familiarity with the female form gave her prescience in perfectly extending and maintaining the agonizingly slow sexual torture of her captive. It wasn't long before Cecilia's thighs trembled each time Karen dipped her finger into her opening, or nibbled delicately at her labia.

Karen paused for a moment to kiss me—deep and passionate. Cecilia's fragrance was heavy in the air, and I could taste her on Karen's lips. Karen pushed hard into me, herself full of pent-up arousal and lust. Her breath came rapidly and shallowly through her open mouth, as I eagerly sucked on her tongue and licked Cecilia off her lips and chin. She smiled at me, and said, "Come on in, the water's fine."

I joined Karen in the dance. Our tongues darted about our captive and then into each other. We had her moaning incessantly and adamantly for release, begging us to complete the act. Karen and I would only smile at each other, amused and satisfied at a job well done. Then we would stop our torment to enjoy our own, deep embrace, as we fervently kissed and licked Cecilia's essence from our face. It was magical. We were sharing a succulent fruit—its flesh moist and fragrant, its nectar sweet and warm as if we had just picked it from the tree. We nibbled delicately at her, taking small bites, pausing now and again to relish her flavor.

"Please," Cecilia moaned, over and over. She desired her release, but it was the last thing we would give her.

Her legs were in constant tremor. A continuous trickle of wetness ran down her thighs. Wetting my finger with her fluid, I gently tickled her anus as Karen lovingly tongued deep into her pussy. Again, Cecilia begged us for her release, as her lower torso continually shuddered in sexual agony.

Karen giggled, kissed me softly, and said, "We better stop, or she'll pop."

I took a moment to survey the scene about me. Curiously, Jack and Denise were content to watch the proceedings. They were enthralled by what they were witnessing. Their eyes glued to the events unfolding around them as they absentmindedly played with themselves. However, they did so separate from each other, lying on either side of the bed with the rest of us between.

The reason they were so captivated was that Jackie was deep in the throes of her patented 'Jackie slap.' Propped up on her knees so that Mark could slam upward into her with ease, she held up Cecilia's head by her hair. So positioned, the poor girl took the brunt of Jackie's squirting, shattering orgasm right in the face. As her climax ebbed, Jackie had one more bit of deviant panache to inflict on her co-worker. Taking Mark's slickened cock out of her 'hoochie,' she deftly slid him into Cecilia's waiting mouth.

Jackie asked, "Where you at 'Long Dong'?"

"I'm almost there Jackie, baby."

Jackie continued applying long, exaggerated strokes to 'Long Dong's' long dong, while telling Cecilia, "Better get ready bitch. I cooked him up a big load."

Comically, Cecilia mumbled a reply that was inaudible, as she slid her mouth along Mark's burgeoning, purplish head in coordination with Jackie's stroking hand.

At the moment of his release, Mark grabbed Jackie's breasts and did one final thrust forward. Cecilia didn't seem to have any trouble accepting Mark's load, I hardly heard her gurgle, choke, or cough, and as far as I could tell, nothing was spilled.

After clearing her throat and catching her breath, Cecilia asked, "Can I please come now?"

Jackie ignored her, and said, "Okay, Will, Duce, you guys decide who goes next. Momma is ready for another go."

"Hey wait a minute," said Karen, annoyed, "I think momma's ready to shove off and give someone else a turn."

"Oh, come on Karen. Just once more, please. I haven't done anything all night, while everyone else's had 'oodles' of fun. Besides, possession is nine-tenths of the law, and I'm not moving."

Karen shook her head at her cousin's stubbornness, "You are such a slut."

Jackie laughed at that one, "Look who's talking, Miss, 'hey everybody, watch me while I give Mark a blowjob under the table'."

Karen held her tongue thereafter.

Being the gracious host that I am, I allowed Jack to go next. I didn't mind, really. I was having too much fun with Karen at Cecilia's business end.

All of us would have a turn and some more than once. I think Jackie went in for thirds. At one point it was just the men alone with our captive, the women having gone off briefly, allowing Cecilia to simmer on her own. We gathered in a semi-circle around her head, each taking turns thrusting our cocks into her waiting mouth.

I don't mind telling you that it was a bit intimidating kneeling alongside Mark. Being in such close proximity with his tool added a bit of humility to me, seeing how it dwarfed Jack's and my equipment in comparison, and a comparison the 'prick' made sure to point out at every opportunity. Oh well, he was having difficulty keeping up and keeping 'it' up, which gave me some solace and much joy.

Jack and I had a grand old time slipping both our cocks into Cecilia at the same time, while Mark, having lost the battle of endurance, could only stand by and watch. Karen, who finally got back from wherever she was, immediately took a great and lustful interest in Jack and I when she saw our cocks sequestered together between Cecilia's warm and luscious lips.

Breaking the protocol of the game, Karen placed her face alongside Cecilia's, and without word or plea, simply opened her mouth so that Jack and I could do the same to her. There was the most lustful light in Karen's eyes that I have rarely seen in her, and she continually stared up at us with those eyes as we pushed in as far as our close quarters would allow. We passed ourselves back and forth between the two women, both of us sliding along each other as we shifted our hips in a fucking motion.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 08



Jack started to get a bit raunchy, blithely saying, as if to himself, "Your wife is such a talented cocksucker. I wish Denise enjoyed the taste of cock like Karen."

'Arrogant prick, she does' I thought, 'only it's the flavor of 'my' cock she likes.' I held my tongue, though. I would get even before this night was over.

Karen, on hearing his words, grabbed his balls and pulled him further into her mouth. She was in full slut mode, and I couldn't help but feel a bit proud and extremely aroused by her bravado. So, I grabbed her head and pulled her hard into Jack and me, making her gag.

"Yes, my little slut loves a hard cock," I said, "But let's not forget Cecilia. This is her punishment after all."

We shifted back to Cecilia. Karen, relegated to the backbench, as it were, wetted a finger and pushed it deep into Cecilia's ass. Along with her teasing finger, Karen teased at our captive's ear, "Suck on those hard cocks...Ooh, that's so nice, seeing them siding into your juicy mouth...Just think of those hard cocks fucking your sweet pussy and your tight ass. It makes me want to come just thinking about it. Hmm, scrumptious."

She pushed her finger all the way in so that he hand rested tight against Cecilia's ass.

"Am I diddling you too hard, baby?"

Cecilia tried to shake her head, but because Jack and I were tight in her mouth, her motion looked comically like a nervous twitch.

Karen worked her finger in and out, while saying, "Ooh, baby, I know that feels so good. I wish it could be something thicker sliding so deliciously into your plump ass, but Jackie would be so disappointed. Now suck on those cocks like a good little slut, and we'll see what we can do."

Sucked on our cocks she tried, but there really wasn't enough leeway for her to do anything other than shift her tongue along the undersides of our shaft. It was enough, however.

Jackie and Denise were joined together behind Cecilia as well, adding their dexterous tongues to Karen's seductive finger play. Cecilia trembled in constant, blissful, sexual agony, but still found no release.

Karen finally ended the ordeal. Taking hold of Jack and me in her talented hand, she stroked us slowly—a thumb wrapped around me, the index finger between, and the rest of her fingers secured lovingly around Jack.

I looked at the scene one last, long, lustful time to commit it indelibly to memory. There was Karen, grinding her finger into Cecilia's ass, whispering in her ear while slow stroking Jack and me. Denise and Jackie, their faces plastered into Cecilia's sweet vitals, tongued everything else but our captive's clitoris, and the slow drip of sweat and arousal trickled from every pore and opening from everyone in the room.

We came. At least Jack and I did, almost simultaneously. A river of cum flowed into Cecilia and out as thick and heavy cords, and draped almost as a white sheet off her chin and onto the bed.

Karen turned Cecilia's face toward her, and said, "You did good baby," before kissing her deeply. Their tongues danced about each other, lapping the remnants of cum off their faces. Cecilia was the first to break from their embrace, and asked, "Can I come now?"

Karen smiled, and said, "No, baby, but if you stay a good girl a little while longer, we'll see."

Now that all the women were back, we continued our little, 'we fuck and you suck' torture with Cecilia. I spent most of the remaining time at her rear, this time with Denise.

I don't know how long this went on, but near the end of her ordeal, Cecilia could do nothing but hang her head in sexual exhaustion. Her body trembled continuously. A mere touch of a finger along her thigh, or just on her buttocks caused a near constant seepage of her fluids to trickle down her quivering legs. She was covered in a fine sweat, the sheen of her skin reflected in the light, giving her an almost glassy luster. It was as if we had carved her fully formed, out of a block of obsidian.

Jackie had one last torment to inflict before giving our captive her release. Bending down close to Cecilia's face, she brushed a sweat-soaked lock of her hair that had fallen over her co-workers face, and asked, "Have you been a good girl?"

Cecilia weakly nodded her head.

"And good girls get to come, don't they?"

Cecilia nodded her head, again.

"Now, the last time we talked you called me a bitch, and you did it in a loud and snotty voice. Do good girls get to come?"

"Yes, you bitch," she said, trying to yell, but the words sounded in timbre like a muted squeak.

"What, dear?"

"Yes!" she yelled, finding her voice, "Please, make me come!"

Jackie smiled, and said with deep satisfaction, "That's better," then turning to the rest of us, "Okay guys, which one of you wants to do the deed?"

It was unanimous that Mark should send Cecilia off to 'Wonderland.'

It took a while for Mark to get his cock back up to attention, or I should say it took Karen and Jackie a while. They were friends again, the two women, as they knelt in front of Mark, sharing their duties equitably as they expertly plied mouth and hand to his member. They giggled and laughed together, while they teased and cajoled the object of their current desires, passing him back and forth between them. I even think Denise tried to get into the act, but found it difficult to nudge between the two cousins. Finally, after a long sequence of delectable sucking and pumping, they had 'him' standing out 'straight and tall.'

When I did the job on Karen, I really only heard what had happened. This time, I saw it as well, and these sights and sounds stayed with me long after this night is over. 

As soon as Mark entered her, Cecilia's body began to shake violently. The ferocity of her spasms were such that all those sitting on the bed could feel their ripples transmitted through the mattress. The screaming started soon after the shaking. Indistinguishable words screamed out. Deafening screams, relentless and at the top of her lungs. When Mark had fully pushed into her, it was as if a large water balloon had burst, sending a great torrent of fluid gushing from her pussy, saturating Mark and the bedcovers below. The screaming continued as Mark slowly pumped himself in and out of her, and every time he withdrew, another surge of fluid issued from her. It was as if he were drilling into an artesian well, held long under pressure, and once the confining walls had been breached the water gushed outward unabated.

The shaking and screaming continued, only now they were intermixed with words, "Please...Don't...Stop!" said repeatedly, almost exactly as Karen had said the last time.

It took a long while, but Cecilia finally crumpled off onto her side, falling into a fetal position as she continued to shake violently. As a final act, Jackie came close to her and slid a hand between her co-workers legs. Cecilia's body was sent again into renewed fits of spasm. Jackie whispered something into her ear, causing Cecilia to turn her head toward her. The two kissed long and deeply well after Cecilia's spasms had finally ended.

Jackie removed the binding nylons, allowing Cecilia to lie on her back, still panting.

Then Denise said in an almost matter of fact tone, "Well Karen, you want to flip a coin to see who goes next, or should we make it two out of three falls?"

Karen looked at her in all seriousness, and said, "How about we arm wrestle..."

Jackie interjected, "Sorry girls, there's no time for that now. We need to complete the second half of the punishment, first. Duce, you were too quick on the draw in our last game, so it's time for the 'Jackie treatment.' Lay your cute ass down on the bed, and take your punishment like a man."

The 'Jackie treatment' tuned out to be just a version of the 'Will treatment.'

Jackie had Jack lie on his back while she secured each of his hands to a bedpost with Karen's nylons, leaving his legs free to thrash about.

When she was satisfied Jack was tied down properly, she said, "Guys, I don't suppose you want to be involved in this one..."

"Damn right I don't," Mark said, interrupting her.

"As I was saying," Jackie continued, "This one's really for the ladies."

Karen and Cecilia let loose with a bevy of hoots and catcalls.

"Okay, Okay," Jackie continued again, "It's just like before. Ducey's got to satisfy us any way we see fit, and only when we're satisfied does he get to shoot his load."

More hoots and catcalls.

"And seeing that this is the 'Jackie treatment,' I'll go first," she smiled and turned toward Jack, who also had a big smile on his face, "Ducey honey, momma's been a very naughty girl."

Jack did his characteristic guffaw, then said, "That right Jackie, baby? What's daddy supposed to do with such a naughty girl?"

Jackie straddled his head so that she faced toward his feet, "Naughty girls need a good tongue lashing."

With that, Jackie sat down full onto Jack's face, grinding her vulva forcefully against him. She solicited the help of Cecilia and Karen to keep Jack in an overly excited sexual state, and they plied a bit of tongue and finger to his balls and shaft. I didn't think Jack really needed the added inducements, however. He was going to stay hard for the duration, all on his lonesome. The whole scene was making me a bit jealous of my boss, and now I was wishing I'd been a bit quicker on the draw during our last game.

Occasionally, Jackie would command Jack in that voice only Jackie could conjure, "Tongue-fuck my hoochie, daddy" as she hovered her sweet 'hoochie' an inch above his face. Then she would slide herself forward, spreading her cheeks and making Jack dip his tongue into her other opening. Jack did, with relish, and sent Jackie into uncontrolled fits of moaning. Oh yes, I was very jealous now.

I watched all this from a small chair at Karen's vanity when Denise came over to me. I hadn't realize it until now, but she was making a strong effort to stay away from Jack, and spent much of the time sitting off to the side watching the others perform. 

She straddled my hips and sat down in my lap facing me, saying, "I've seen this movie before, and would rather not watch the re-run."

I was thinking of something witty to say, but she grabbed a hold of my cock and ran the head teasingly along her labia and clitoris. The sensations were making her breath come in short hisses, and she giggled at how her own massaging was making her legs twitch.

I smiled at her, "I notice that your juices are flowing freely now."

"Oh, yes," she moaned, as she easily slipped me inside of her, "It's amazing how a good fuck or two can do that to you."

I grabbed her ass hard, pulling her tight against me. She wiggled and shifted her ass about, attempting to drive me deeper inside. I slid us out further on the chair and leaned back allowing my cock better access. She took control immediately, driving herself down hard against me, and every time she hit the bottom of her descents, she would hold me in and grind her ass some more. Her sensual, playful grinding was too tempting to ignore. On one of her many pauses, as she wiggled about on my cock, I spread her cheeks wide and pressed my finger into her anus.

I never know how others will react to the 'probe.' I've heard that sometimes it can be a real mood killer, given that it's usually uncharted territory you're exploring, and the recipient wishes it stayed that way—but not Denise.

She clutched her arms hard about my neck, forcing herself further down while still wildly grinding her lovely ass. Her actions forced my finger and cock to probe their respected orifices to increasing depths. She pushed me in up to the second knuckle and let out a long, slow moan that would make a jaded whore blush.

Karen must have heard her, because she came over to us. My wife—my sweet, little anal angel—my newborn lesbian slut of a wife smiled at me before kneeling down behind Denise. I pulled Denise further on top of me so that we were almost reclining on the chair, and held her hard against me. I could feel Karen tonguing and sucking on my balls at first, as Denise continued to grind her pelvis and ass against me.

Karen was really enjoying her delicacies, as her breath came in heavy draughts, warming my balls each time she switched from sucking to tonguing me.

When she felt she had given me enough attention, she took a firm hold of Denise's ass, and pushed her hard against me. Holding her against me firmly, she pushed her tongue between Denise's cheeks.

I felt Denise grip the back of the chair in response to Karen's warm, wet probing, adding her own strength to Karen's as they both pushed and pulled us closer together. She continued to grind her ass, and in so doing, had both cock and tongue sliding hard inside her. Moaning uncontrollably, her eyes were shut, her mouth frozen into a near perfect, sensuous 'oh.' If only I had a second cock to place it into the space left me—that would be heaven, indeed!

Karen was licking with frenzy. Taking long, slow drags—raking her tongue across Denise and me, starting at my balls and ending at her anus. Lingering and tickling each part for a moment, before renewing her journey towards the other. Karen continued her slow glide repeatedly until we were thoroughly saturated. I then felt a probing finger slide into Denise's well-primed ass.

Denise bit me on the collarbone. It wasn't a hard bite, although it did leave a telltale welt, and was done, I think, to stifle the need to scream her passion. There was a reason she was such a 'quiet fuck,' decorum, I suppose, kept her feelings in check. As she nibbled about my neck, I pulled her cheeks further apart for Karen. Always one never to let an opportunity pass by, I felt my little anal angel slip another finger into her. Oh, such a moment defies explanation, feeling the flesh and blood of my wife slipping a sensuous digit or two into another, giving her pleasure and deriving pleasure from it, herself—magical.

I could feel Karen's knuckles against my cock as she worked her fingers deeper into her. Denise lay still and stiff against me, as if she were attempting to pull all of the pleasure out of the moment, savoring each wave as they mounted within her. When I started to rock my hips, pushing myself past and against Karen's skillful fingers, I began to feel the warm flood of Denise's release. With that release, she latched her mouth against mine, plunging her tongue deep. Done, I believe, to remain the 'quiet fuck' she needed to be. Throughout out kiss, her staccato breathing came quickly through her nostrils. Finally, and with a heavy sigh, her rigid body went limp in my arms as she continued to kiss me sweetly on lips, then chin, and lastly chest.

Karen came up to us, lying against Denise as she rested her head onto her shoulder. There was a fire in her eyes, but a warm smile on her face. I pulled her closer to me, sandwiching Denise hard between us. I kissed Karen—completely, full of love and lust for her. Then Denise shifted her head around, and put her tongue into the dance with us.

As Karen and Denise continued to kiss, I said, "I think Denise might want to become acquainted with your strap-on."

I had thoughts of repeating our passion play with a bit of 'real' double penetration, but Denise had other ideas. Curiously, she looked over at her husband, who was now preforming oral tricks for Cecilia while Jackie tongued at his nether regions. Then she smiled, asking, "Strap-on?"

Karen, misunderstanding her intent, giggled and said, "Oh, yeah, let me get it."

Denise took this moment to ask, "So you and Karen are new to this?"

I nodded my head, and answered, "Something we discovered in ourselves over the past couple of weeks. We're still trying to get our sea legs, so to speak."

She chuckled at that, and said, "Oh, believe me, you don't need to worry about that, you have them." She giggled again before continuing, "Would you care if I came over to play with you two again, sometime?"

"Come over any time," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as I could.

Karen came loping back carrying her beloved strap-on dildo. She was about to don it herself, when Denise took it from her, asking, "Now, how do I wear this thing, exactly?"

Karen took a moment to secure it neatly to Denise's frame. Even at that moment, I still don't think Karen understood exactly what Denise's intensions were, but I could guess. Either way, I knew that after tonight, I was either going to be promoted higher into the company, or seeking employment elsewhere. 'Oh well,' I thought to myself, 'I will enjoy the ride, regardless.'

In wonderful fashion, Jack had just finished off Cecilia, who had slumped off to the side as she continued shivering in orgasmic delight, and Jackie was about to mount Jack's face for a second go. Jack was hard as the proverbial Carpathian rock, ready to dash another poor unfortunate about his base. His face was flushed scarlet; no doubt from being deprived of air, as well as to his over-excited sexual state.

Denise, with strap-on attached, kneeled between her husband's legs. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she took a commanding tone to the other women in the room, "Grab his legs girls. It's time we find out what he's really made of."

In a flash, Cecilia, Jackie and Karen latched onto one of Jack's legs and held him fast. Jack, seeing the violation that was about to befall him started to yell and thrash about, but the women held him securely. To add sauce to the goose, Denise pressed her whole weight down onto his stomach quieting him, and then said with a sweet, maniacal grin, "You're going to take this like a man." With that, she slapped a large glob of lube right between his cheeks, took deadly aim, and plunged into him with the strap-on.

She took her time, of course. Oh, how she took her time. She slipped into him over his yelling, millimeter by painful millimeter, and for each millimeter ventured forward, a woman's name was cried out, "Remember Mary, Janice, Candice, and Dawn? I sure do."

The names continued as Denise continued into her husband. She was throwing out all the names of Jack's infidelities back into his face. She had known them all and committed them to memory, and now used them as a verbal ratchet, helping her to grind further, tooth and cog, into her husband's ass, "This is for Julie, Barbara, Wendy, Daniele...," on and on she recited their names. Some were common, some exotic, some were repeated—either because he had dipped into them twice, or that his dalliances shared a common nomenclature. Either way, the roll call continued, dozens of names until Denise was flush with Jack, the dildo fully inside of him.

She gently rubbed his knees as a last gesture of solace to her husband, "Okay ladies, now you can have your way with him."

I've seen sharks attack prey with less frenzy compared to the feeding I witnessed from the other women. Cecilia, being younger and quicker, got a 'jump' on the others, and jumped squarely onto Jack's face.

"Suck my pussy," she grunted in the most animalistic tone, "Suck on my black pussy until my nose bleeds! Oh, baby, I can see you like that dildo up your ass, 'cause your cock's just dripping."

Each of the women took their turn. I must say Jack was masterful with tongue, lip, and teeth, because all of them removed themselves satisfied for the moment, only to be quickly replaced with another. Cecilia, then Karen, then Jackie, and then back around they all went, each satisfying their own frenzy, and Jack, willing and able to comply.

I sat and watch for a time, but I couldn't just sit for long. I saw a delicious opening that needed exploiting—revenge for blithe comments about my wife's cock sucking abilities must be taken. Whether it resulted in promotion or firing, I was going to ride Denise's ass to the end.

Sliding up behind Denise, I wrapped an arm around her stomach and lubed her asshole with a finger or two. Then I asked loudly, "Care for something larger than my finger up there?"




Beetlesmith's Ch. 08



She answered by turning her head and kissing me hard.

She was already well primed, and I slid into her ass easily. She squeaked a soft, mousey moan as I pushed all the way inside. I held myself fully within her as she was doing to her husband, and asked, "You like my cock in your ass?"

She nodded, but didn't speak.

I began a slow, sensuous fuck, repeatedly pulling almost out then pushing all the way in. I teased again, "I really didn't hear you before. Do you like my cock in your ass?"

She stuttered a, "Yes," before wrapping her arms about my neck and arching her back.

I continued my slow pumping, but also continued my tease, "I want you to tell everyone that you love my cock in your ass."

She kissed me hard, stifling her words as she spoke, "I love you in my ass."

"Always the quiet fuck," I said. I pinch her nipples. Rock hard as they were, the sensation sent quivers throughout her. In turn, those small vibrations of her body were translated to Jack, as the dildo softly shifted against his prostate. He moaned excitedly as he tongued Jackie.

Again, I teased, "Don't give me that soft shit. Tell everyone in the room you love my cock in your ass."

In a clear tone, with slow deliberation and unmistakable to anyone, she said, "I love your thick cock in my ass, and I want you to come deep inside of me."

I didn't—not yet anyway. I continued to pump slowly away at her, whispering more salacious words into her ear. She gripped my arm that was still around her stomach with an intensity that left deep, red scratches etched into my flesh. She began to pump back at my thrusts, each time murmuring those luscious phrases, loudly so her husband could hear, "Come in my ass. Please come in my ass."

The effects of her movements sent waves of pleasure through Jack. He moaned incessantly as he tongued Karen now, and she, his wife, thought of nothing except the slow climb I was promulgating in her.

Denise let out a loud moan, protracted, guttural, then another, and another. Jack answered her calls, octaves lower but in time. A river of pre-ejaculate flowed out of his cock. The other women sat looking in amazement, but daring not to touch his engorged cock, knowing that even the slightest breeze would set in off—knowing that Denise would be displeased with them if it did.

I wrapped an arm about her breasts, emulating the seductive tryst she had done to me on our first kiss, and slowly slid my other hand toward her vulva. The slow glide of my hand caused gooseflesh to erupt across her stomach. I no sooner touched near her mons, a subtle tap really, than I felt her shudder, and again a great flood was let loose drenching everything in its path.

I continued to fuck her slowly, and teased, "I didn't come yet. Such a naughty girl thinking only of herself."

She took my accusations seriously, and with sincere reservation said, "I'm sorry, it felt too good."

I kissed her neck, saying, "If that's the case, then finish off your husband."

She began her own, slow thrusting into Jack.

Karen, seeing what was about to happen, lowered herself so that her open mouth was inches from Jack's cock, and waited for the inevitable as she looked directly into my eyes.

I saw the look of her. The wonderfully slutty, impish grin last given to me at the dinner table, daring me to push her to the extreme, was etched on her face once again. Yet, the tables were turned. She was daring 'me' now, throwing down the challenge at my feet, to see if I would give to her what she truly desired. It occurred to me, as I looked into her eyes, the true reason for her desire to include males into our gatherings. She wanted them not just for her, but also for me. She wanted us to share all of them, all of 'it', men and women alike in all ways imaginable. I smiled at her, knowingly. Yes, I would give her a small taste of what she wanted—just for this moment and only for this one time.

I took Jack's cock in hand. A look of unbridled lust suddenly erupted on her face. I continued to stare at her, and she back at me, as I slowly stroked him. One or two pulls is all that it took, and another of her fantasies was realized. Jack shot a powerful stream of cum into Karen's open mouth—my aim was good, I guess. Giggling, although I can't imagine how given the torrent of cum that was fast filling her, she clamped down on his cock with her lips as I continued to stroke him. In the end, she slid her mouth, ever downward. Down even over my grasping fingers, sucking out everything he had to give.

Denise, looking down at the spectacle, saying, "Like you two haven't done this before, my sweet ass."

I kissed her neck again, and said with a laugh and a wiggle of my hips, "Sweet it is, and you should see what we do on Saturdays."

I pulled out of her, coming away clean.

Jack lay motionless as if dead. I took a quick look at him and saw shallow breathing, and knew that he had fallen unconscious. His time had come and gone. He had succumbed to the ending effects of the elixir.

Denise ignored her husband and looked at me, then down at my still burgeoning erection, then back into my eyes. I smiled at her, "Tell me what you want."

The other women gathered closer to us, forming a semi-circle, waiting for Denise's response.

She said the only thing I wanted to hear, "I want to suck your cock."

The right answer, but I wanted more from her, "And?"

"I want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth."

It still wasn't enough, so I said again, "And?"

She sat on her heels, shaking her head, perplexed, trying to figure out what I wanted from her. In frustration, she said, "I don't know, tell me!"

"Karen," I said, "Come over here Baby, and lie down between us...No, on your back...No, your head pointing toward me...Perfect."

When I had Karen positioned the way I wanted her, I looked again at Denise, asking, "Now do you know what you want?"

A seductive smile crossed her lips, and honest to god, she broke out in a sweat of arousal the likes of which I've never seen.

She started to mount Karen, but I stopped her, "I didn't hear you. Tell me what you want."

With slow, sultry deliberation that would temp even the Devil into a hard-on, she said, "I want to suck that fat, tasty cock of yours until you fill my mouth to overflowing, all while I fuck your pretty...wife's...brains out."

"Fuck all our pretty brains out," Cecilia added, while the rest nodded in agreement. It was a wonderful, unexpected touch.

"You slutty bitches," Denise said with a wry grin, and then corrected herself, "While I fuck all their pretty...brains...out."

The scenario was the same with each woman, except for only minor variations.

When Denise slid into Karen, Karen wrapped her legs around her hips while fondling Denise's breasts lovingly. I held back for a moment to watch, and allow Denise to get into a nice rhythm. Once I heard Karen start her characteristic pillow talk, which told me she was well on her climb, I straddled her head and positioned my cock well into Denise's 'target zone.' Denise didn't hesitate, and clamped her warm, moist lips fully around me. Then using her whole body as a pendulum, she would rock back and forth so that my cock and her dildo simultaneously slid within their respective openings.

On each occasion, one of free women would take a position behind Denise, and aid her movements by grabbing hold of her hips, while pulling and pushing her with delicate timing. I should say that they didn't just aid Denise in her task, but often took great pleasure and opportunity to ply their mouth or fingers to Denise's well-positioned pussy. This time it was Cecilia who was doing the aiding and pleasuring—teasing Denise's vulva and ass with tongue, and at times with Karen's vibrator. I could see subtle, twitching spasms erupted across Denise's body caused by Cecilia's nimble attentions, and her breathing came loud and forced through her nostrils as she continued to maintain a tight seal with her lips about my cock. And always, her tongue danced about me with satisfyingly lewd intent.

Karen, seeing another, wonderful opportunity that I presented for her enjoyment, took great delight in licking and sucking my balls as they gently swayed above her head. She would then bury her face deep into my groin, pulling both of my testicles in her mouth to roll them about with her tongue. Once they were saturated, she would pull and massage them with palms and fingertips, as if she were trying to foment more creamy substance for my inevitable ejaculation.

The fourth, free one, this time Jackie, would kneel by my side. Kissing me sweetly, her hands explored all about me—ass, cock, and if Karen would allow it, balls. I loved her occasional detours behind me, as her tickled my asshole with her tongue—anal angels must run in their family, indeed.

The ending was always the same, but no less intense and satisfying the last time as it was with our first. I told Karen to help Denise to bring herself off. Karen eagerly complied, and slipped her hand over her vulva, rubbing vigorously. As Karen arched her back in orgasmic spasm, I told Jackie to stroke my cock. It took her only a few, long strokes before I shot myself into Denise, and true to her word, she neither swallowed nor backed away, but allowed my cum to fill up her mouth to overflowing and drip thickly onto my wife's chest.

Denise wasn't quite done. Still slowly pumping the dildo into my wife, and with stands of semen still hanging from her chin, she laid on top of Karen, kissing her deeply and allowing Karen to lick her face clean.

There were many, wonderful deviations from the scenario I've described. I won't go into them all, but I must say something of Cecilia, who proved to be next one to go under Denise. Right off the bat, she took a more aggressive tack than Karen, propping herself up on her elbows and feet as Denise pushed into her with the strap-on. Each slow glide forward by Denise, was matched by Cecilia's own back and forth rocking.

She chattered throughout the ride, complimenting Denise on her prowess, "Girl, you handle a dick better than most men I know, except for Robo-cock." She said that last part to bolster my ego, I suspect, as she beamed a smile up at me. I gave her a wink of thanks.

She was always rapacious in both her talk and actions, sucking on Denise's neck until large, red welts erupted, mimicking the gentle arcs of her luscious mouth. Taking one of her hands, she gripped Denise's ass firmly, pulling her hard into her pussy with each forward thrust, while adding colorful dialogue to spice up the milieu, "Oh, girl, you are fucking me fine. Keep fucking my pussy like that and I'm going to cream all over your pretty, white pussy. Then, you know what I'm going to do girl, I'm going to lick it all off you while you scream my name. Then I'll squirt on you some more, so I can lick it off again."

When she wasn't sucking on Denise, or chattering like a chatty Cathy doll, she had my testicles fully in her mouth. Oh, she was exquisite. Her nose pressed firmly into my perineum, adding a delectable flavor to her other, oral accomplishments. She sucked and pulled on my scrotum roughly with tongue and lips. Not too rough to cause pain, but enough to enhance the delightful mouth fucking Denise was imparting.

Taking leave of my balls for a moment, her tongue danced backward, across my perineum then on to my anus. There she met Karen's finger. She licked all around, slathering a hot, wet tongue, and adding copious amounts of lubricant to my wife's sliding digit—exquisite, indeed.

The ending was just as erotic—and have I already used the term, exquisite? Well, forgive me. It was all that and more.

The finale was set off as Cecilia felt her impending climax, and announced it to everyone by slipping her hand past the harness of the strap-on to rub Denise's clit. Denise started moaning in ecstasy almost immediately.

Cecilia giggled at her reaction, and said, "I'm so close girl. Are you close too, Baby?" With my cock still sliding in her mouth, Denise did a comical head bob as acknowledgement. Cecilia giggled again, "Let's see if we can squirt together. Come on, really fuck my pussy now."

Denise added an overt hip shift and thrust to her rhythmic rocking. It was quite an achievement of stamina and coordination how Denise was able to do all of this with her body, while still maintaining a tight seal around my cock with her lips. Denise's efforts weren't lost on Cecilia, either, as she vigorously rubbed Denise's clit, while saying, "That's it girl. You know what I like. Oh, good god, you're so good, Baby."

Denise had to give up on my cock for the moment as I saw Jackie, who was the one behind Denise at this time, dip her head down to apply a helping tongue to Cecilia's fingers. I didn't mind the interruption, there was only so much poor Denise could do. Besides, Karen lovingly took up Denise's mantle with a stroking hand, to compliment the probing finger she had in my derrière.

Well, they didn't come together, but it was close. Cecilia slid her other hand between Denise's buttocks. I suspect, but really couldn't see, that she hooked a finger or two into Denise's ass to pull Denise into her hard, while still maintaining a vigorously massaging hand to Denise's clit. Denise clamped her mouth onto Cecilia just as Cecilia released a torrent of her orgasm into Jackie's midsection. Like a trooper braving incoming fire on a heated battlefield, Jackie didn't seem to notice Cecilia's release, and continued her duties at mouthing Denise's vulva while Cecilia continued to spray with abandon. Jackie's stanch resolve buckled when it was Denise's time. Being that Denise was still being the 'quiet fuck,' her sudden ramping up to climax went pretty much unnoticed by everyone until it was too late. We first became aware of her orgasm when Jackie belched out an, "Oh shit...," right before she started to violently couch while flinging herself backwards, off the bed. Tripping over Jack on her back-peddle out of 'harm's way,' she slammed into the wall on the other side of him. "Jesus Christ, Denise," Jackie said, still having a severe couching fit, "Next time tell a girl when you're about to come." Denise was still shuddering in climax, and said in staccato, "S...S...sorry, J...J...Jackie." I don't think Jackie heard her apology given that the rest of us were laughing too hard. She just sat on the floor next to Jack, checking the back of her head for blood given that it careened off the wall twice on her way to the floor. No one was more pleased about the results than Cecilia, who kissed Denise on the cheek, and said, "Got Jackie right in the mush. You did good, baby."

"Speaking of getting it in the mush," I said, looking down at the two of them, "I think it's time Denise finish the task I set for her." Denise didn't say anything, but looked up at me slyly before opening her mouth wide for me. Karen slipped me into her and continued to soft stroke my shaft as Denise tightened her lips around me and applied a strong suction. Cecilia, that sweet ebony cherub, had one more bit of sexual panache up her sleeve. Unlike Denise, I didn't make my pending climax a secret, as I pushed my hips way forward, and grunting loudly. Seeing the inevitable unfold, Cecilia opened her mouth right below Denise's chin, saying, "Come on, Baby, let it all flow out of you and fill my mouth." I didn't ejaculate with as much volume this time, but it was more than enough for a good show. As Karen continued to stroke one hot shot after another into Denise, our sweet recipient blithely opened her mouth, and allowed all of my cum she had been storing to flow out. Two, long strings emerged from each corner of her mouth, and joining together as one at the edge of her chin, it cascaded down into Cecilia's waiting mouth. Denise and Cecilia finished each other off with a kiss, and continued to swap my sticky substance until Jackie broke the two up. Need I say that Jackie was even better when it was her turn under Denise? The details of her exploits I'll save for another time.

Everyone took another turn as prostrate passenger on Denise's erotic ride. I even think Jackie dipped her toe in thrice—maybe they all had a third go, but who's counting? I could have done this all night, but it was time again to mix up the program.

My four lovelies sat together on the bed—pretty maids all in a row. I sat back in Karen's vanity chair, looking at them all intently. I then remembered I hadn't seen Mark for the longest time, and asked, "Anyone know what happened to Cope?"

They all shrugged their shoulders. They didn't seem to know, and I don't think any of them cared.

'The bastard probably left,' I thought, 'Just when I could use his squandered talents.'

The women continued to stare back at me. A wild and ravenous light still burned bright in their eyes as they waited for me to conjure some new sequence of debauchery we would all perform.

"I think we'll need some more room on the bed," I said, after some thought.

Karen and Jackie tried to pick Jack up and put him gently on the floor, but he was too heavy. Denise, being the conscientious wife who always looked out for her husband's best interests, braced herself, and with a small 'grunt,' pushed him off the bed with her feet. Jack hit the floor with a dull 'thump,' but remained unconscious.

"Well, that solves the room problem at any rate," I said, sarcastically. "Seeing that the un-redoubtable Mr. Cope has flown the coop and Jack remains in dreamland, I guess it's now up to me to satisfy the four of you all by my lonesome. I would really like to do this one at a time, though. So where should I start?"

They all raised their hands at once, looking like proud schoolchildren all having the correct answer. I laughed, "The question was rhetorical you sluts...Now, let me see...Jackie..."

Jackie started clapping, saying gleefully, "He picked me first."

I had to laugh again, "No, not yet, you slut...Now Jackie, I want to watch you get Cecilia off. Cecilia, my beauty, while Jackie's getting you off, I want to watch you get Denise off. Denise, I know you've been working hard sweetheart, but I think Karen is in need of your attentions, and Karen...Well you get the idea, don't you. The last man standing, or should I say the last girl coming, will be my first."

It was a sight to behold, this obscene Ouroboros I had created. All of their lovely faces buried deep into their partner's delicate places. Their fingers, lips and tongues frantically working away, trying to bring the other off first before they, too, inevitably succumb. All their legs writhing and their bodies twitching with imbued arousal. Their movements and feelings created as the one who was pleasuring them, had hit that perfect spot. However, that spot wasn't pressed for too long, for each time the 'pleasuring one' became the 'pleasured' when 'their' partner landed on 'their' sweet spot. I could hear each of their voices moaning in concert, soft sometimes, louder others, but together their volume steadily increased with time, producing an erotic harmony and a choral testimony to their increasing arousal.

I saw that some of them were cheating. I won't name names—Jackie and Cecilia—but every so often they closed their legs slightly, denying the 'pleasuring one' continual, unfettered entrance to their pussies.

I slid over to Cecilia, and whispered not too softly near her ear, "There's no cheating my lovely. I want to see you spread your legs wide for your lover."

She giggled at first, knowing that she had been caught, then she spread her legs wide for Jackie. Jackie had already gotten the hint, spreading her legs wider for Karen without having me tell her. They both stayed as good girls for the rest of the game. 

I took this moment to whisper sweet somethings in each of their ears. Things that either made them laugh into their partner's pussy, or filled them with a greater lust so that they sucked, licked, poked and prodded their partners with increased fervor. What did I say to each? I don't know. I don't think that mattered as much as how I said it. A mirthful tone in my voice would bring them glee, while a huskier tenor would pique their arousal. Really, in their state I could have read names from the phone book with the same vocalization and gotten similar responses.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 08



I felt that some of them were nearing climax. I commanded them to stop, flip around, and start again with a new partner. Such a cruel trick I played on them, breaking that state of arousal that they had so feverishly worked on to achieve in their partner, with my untimely hiatus.

They all whined in protest. I think I heard a 'bastard'—Denise, and 'asshole'—Karen, thrown in my direction. I just laughed at their frustration, and reminded them that wasting time calling me names won't let them get the job done any quicker.

By the fourth flip-flop, it wouldn't matter whose partner was doing what, or that a break occurred in the action. A stiff breeze would probably do the trick. I saw Cecilia break first. Her hands gipped Denise's ass as she shuddered in orgasmic spasms. Denise, the 'quiet fuck,' quickly and quietly followed. Her body stiffened momentarily before she jerked three times with a soft gasp. Afterwards, she lay on her back breathing hard, then laughed at herself, saying, "This just keeps getting better."

Jackie started to whine, "Hey, wait a minute. This isn't fair. No one's doing Karen. Cecilia, quick, get on Karen...Please!"

Cecilia laughed, "Are you kidding me? After what you did to me with the 'Will treatment,' you can just do her yourself, girl."

"Fucking bitches!" Jackie yelled in exasperation.

She quickly flipped around, burying her face into Karen's muff.

It was between the two cousins now—my anal angels. Each had a firm hold of the other's ass. Latched together as they were, they rolled back and forth across the bed, all the while laughing as each tried to secure her position on top of the other. They finally settled to a draw by resting on their sides.

The three of us, Cecilia, Denise and I sat together and watched the two cousins try to work their magic on the other. Given their near identical preferences in all things sexual now, their techniques mirrored each other. Although, I will say that Jackie was the more deliberative of the two, plying her worldly experiences with an agonizing slow, thoughtfulness that soon had Karen's legs trembling in sexual delight.

Karen, still new at this game of lesbian eroticism, showed a more frenzied eagerness than Jackie—and although she was bit less than her cousin at the technical end, she more than made up for it in her now unabashed appetite for the Sapphic. She slid three fingers deep into Jackie's ass, while applying lip, tongue and thumb everyplace else at her disposal. For a moment, Karen's hand manipulations in and out of her cousin were being mimicked by the slow sensual rocking of Jackie's body, as she pushed back hard against Karen's fingers. I thought given Jackie's response to Karen's attentions, that my wife had her firmly in her grasp—victory assured.

However, it was not to be. For in this case, experience trumped innovation. How, I can't be sure, because like a good magician, Jackie rarely revealed her secrets.

Karen did her best it seems to hold back the tide, but nature always wins out in the end. In that last moment before the inevitable, she clutched hard at Jackie's ass, digging her nails deep into her flesh. Comically, she buried her face fully between Jackie's legs, as if depriving herself of oxygen could stall the breaking of her wave. She stayed like that, motionless, for many moments before uttering a loud, "Fuck!" In disappointment, Karen rolled onto her back. Her body was still gripped by subtle, orgasmic trembling, as Jackie continued to pull gently at Karen's clitoris with her thumb and finger.

Jackie was gleeful. She did a fist pump into the air, punctuated with a loud, "Yeah," and then exclaimed, "For once, it pays to be the resident suck bunny."

Cecilia, Denise and I had to clap. It's not every day you get to watch a true artist ply their craft.

I asked, "Well, Jackie my lovely, what shall it be?"

She gave me that 'Jackie look,' the cool, dark, sultry, sly smile with cocked eyebrows that highlighted the smoky gleam of her eyes. The look that says she's about to suck your testicles through your urethra and use them in some perverted game of Jacks.

Between long, slow kisses, she said, "Oh William...The whole time I was sucking on Karen's delicious 'hoochie'...I had one devilishly delightful thought after another...Such wicked thoughts of what I would have you do with me," she leaned back onto the bed pulling me down on top of her, before continuing, "But in the end, all I really want is to lie here and let you fuck me as slow and hard as you can."

She spread her legs wide, and slow and hard was what I gave her. I kept my upper torso off her, propping myself up with my arms so that I could watch her face better. Occasionally, I would grab a hold of her shoulders to give myself more leverage, and really pull myself into her. Once our groins touched, I liked to wiggle my hips some, pushing my cock all around inside of her pussy. My wiggle also added a nice finish as my pubic hair and pubis bone would invariably rub against her clitoris. Then I'd continue the slow screw, always with a bit of a hitch in my thrust, so that my cock would regularly push up hard into and along her sensitive wall as I slid into her.

She slowly brought her knees up to her chest, but still kept them wide so that I could enter her fully. With her knees up as they were, I could lean forward, resting against her legs, which really allowed me to push in even deeper.

I knew she was starting her climb when her hands began dancing about me in constant motion. First, by dragging her nails down my chest to my abdomen, then she'd move them up, wrapping them around the back of my neck, then shifting back down to my chest again.

Knowing Jackie's little kink about nibbling on her nipples, I reached down and pinched them both. Her eyes slowly closed. She smiled and said, "I love it when you do that to my 'girls.'"

I thought I was doing it too hard, but I guess not. I continued to pinch and pull on her nipples, harder and harder, thinking that at some point it would be too much, but the only response she gave was an involuntary flutter of her eyelids.

Her breathing became labored, punctuated now and again with soft moans. Her lips were moving, but she spoke no words like last time. She was talking to someone in her head again, falling deeper into her fantasy world.

I kept my pace even, hitched long strokes and slow, and continued to throw in a short bump and grind when I was all the way inside. She arched her back, and grabbed hard at her breasts each time I did my little wiggle. She laughed playfully to herself, adding something about her 'girls,' softly under her breath. Yes, she was deep inside her own head.

She slid her hands down to her pussy; I thought with the intention of bringing herself off with her 'Jackie slap.' Instead, I felt her fingertips caressing my cock as I slid in and out of her. It was a wonderfully erotic sensation as she moved her fingertips all about my sliding member, touching a gentle fingernail on my sensitive underside, or running them all along my shaft. She moved her hands further inward and gently kneaded my balls as they hung low. She let out a long, low, "Ooh." She opened her eyes, and said, "My, you're not even close are you?"

I just smiled and shook my head.

"That's my Robo-cock," she said, crossing her arms behind her head. Then in a soft, dream-like voice, "I am, though...Mmm...I'm so very close...Just a little faster, Robo-cock...Oh...Yes...Now, just a little harder."

It was at this time that Cecilia slid alongside Jackie and me, after having played with Karen and Denise on the other side of the bed. She looked at me and smiled. Then she looked down at Jackie, who was deep into another of her trances. I don't think she was aware of Cecilia's presence.

A mischievous light sparked in Cecilia's eyes, turning their deep amber color a pale gold. She touched Jackie's arm, and asked, "Hey Jackie girl, how's it going?"

Jackie mumbled something inaudible, arching her back in obvious pleasure. That's when Cecilia pounced.

For Cecilia, revenge was sweetest when served fresh, hot off the stove. As quick as lighting, she sat on Jackie's face, grinding her hips back and forth, while saying with a laugh, "Ride 'em, cowboy! Yee-haw!"

Jackie's arms flailed about as she tried to push Cecilia off her, but Cecilia couldn't be moved.

"Uh, uh girl. You want me off your face then you better start eating my pussy."

Jackie started slapping at Cecilia's body, but the younger co-worker grabbed and held onto her hands. She shifted her hips some more, smearing her pussy across Jackie's face, while saying, "How do you like the 'Cecilia treatment,' bitch?"

I heard Jackie's muffled voice, but her words were indiscernible. Cecilia continued to grind away, saying, "What? I can't hear you, girl. Cat...I mean pussy got your tongue? Yes, it does, but I don't feel no tongue on my pussy. So start digging in."

After a few moments, I saw Cecilia slowly close her eyes in ecstasy, and spoke in a quieter tone, "Oh, that's nice. Stick that tongue all up in there. All around there, girl, all around."

Now that Cecilia had joined the fray, I figured Jackie wouldn't mind if I didn't keep it slow, and quickened my pace. Jackie responded by wrapping her arms around Cecilia's hips and really pulled her face up into her pussy. Cecilia looked at me wide-eyed and with open mouth before leaning on me for support. Her mouth close to my ear, she asked, "You care if Jackie and me come back over sometime, and...you know?"

I smiled at my good fortune, and smiled at her, "I don't mind sweetheart, come over any time. Now, give us a kiss."

It was such a fun ride with our heads together, given it to Jackie from both ends.

I told her to pinch Jackie's breasts, and when she did, I felt Jackie climax. She shivered and shuddered for a few moments before finally lying still.

When Cecilia climbed off her, Jackie's face was flushed and her eyes were closed. Cecilia nudged her, but Jackie didn't respond.

"Oh my god," Cecilia said, her voice full of panic, "I think I killed her...Jackie baby, wake up!"

I had to admit that when I saw the beet-red color of her face, I thought Jackie had succumbed to some weird form of erotic asphyxiation from Cecilia's cunt. Then I saw her shallow breathing and knew that the elixir had just worn off.

I laughed. Kissed Cecilia on the cheek, and said, "Don't worry baby, she's still with us. Now, what shall it be? Slow and hard, or faster and harder, or maybe you want me to suck on that sweet pussy until your nose bleeds?"

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I played with the 'cognizant' for a little while longer, but one by one, and in quick succession, the rest of the grouping drifted away into dreamland. That is, all except me.

I waited for an hour in the bedroom for my own, inevitable unconsciousness, but slumber never came. Seeing that the elixir showed no sign of abatement, I decided to move into the living room and away from the sleeping guests—their peaceful states began nagging at my insomnia.

Lying on the couch, I threw a small blanket over me against the chilly night air. Two, maybe three hours dragged by, and I remained awake. It was maddening, and I was in agony. Still gripped by the over-exited sexual state imparted by the elixir, I had few means in which to dampen my heightened arousal. I masturbated at least once every fifteen minutes, maybe more, just to keep from slipping into some form of sexual insanity. A couple of times I thought of going back into the bedroom and fucking their unconscious forms in order to gain some measure of relief, but rejected the idea as beneath me.

For a brief moment, I actually felt pity for Kendall for what I had done to him. I had truly pushed him through the portals of sexual hell when I slipped him the elixir—trapped as he was in the gym with no means at his disposal to sate his lust. My pity was short lived, however, I still hadn't been able to push the thought of him with Karen completely out of my mind.

It was about three in the morning when I noticed a figure moving through the living room, banging into the furniture. The moon was near full, and illuminated the room enough for me to see that it was Cope. I was surprised by his presence, thinking he had left hours ago. He hadn't noticed me on the couch, as he moved about the room, probably in a vain attempt to find his clothes.

"What's going on?" I said abruptly, and purposefully loud given the hour.

Startled, he jumped like a scorched cat and yelped like a small boy, which gave me no end in pleasure. Looking around the darkened room, he finally spotted me on the couch, "Fuck, man, you scared the shit out of me."

"Didn't mean too," I lied, "So what's going on?"

"Sorry, but you guys just wore me out. I crashed in one of your bedrooms. I hope you don't mind. Anyway, I figured I'd find my clothes and head out."

"So soon? That makes me sad that you're leaving without saying goodbye."

Mark didn't notice my sarcasm. He sat down on the coffee table next to me. An uncomfortable silence descended between us—at least uncomfortable for Mark, who was trying to come up with something to say as I silently stared back at him.

Finally, he stuck out his hand, "Hey, I want to thank you for inviting me tonight. I hope we can do it again."

It wasn't what he said, but it was the tone in which he said it that pissed me off. It was the flippant, insincere valediction one would give to an insignificant nobody. Like a 'nobody' you just met at some petty social function that you didn't want to attend in the first place.

'The nerve,' I thought. He comes into my home, treats my wife like a two-bit whore and me like some feeble cuckold, and he has the balls to thank me as if I was just a plain, old jerk.

I smiled back at him, and returned his insult with one of my own. Throwing the blanket off me and exposing my still rock-hard cock to his view, I said, "If you really want to thank me then suck my cock." I had no other intension than to mean it as an insult. I thought he would get the hint, get up and leave, but Mark's reaction surprised me.

He stared at me blinking for a moment, then looked down at my member, licked his lips, and proceeded to go down on me.

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It's an hour later and I'm thinking about what I had done. He was really quite good. He sucked on me with an eagerness and passion that almost matched Karen's abilities. Yet, that wasn't the only thing that surprised me about the event. After he swallowed my load, a rather large load I might say, that I jerked into him as he tongued my cock-head, he looked up at me with the obvious expectation of some measure of reciprocity.

I can still see the look on his face when I threw the blanket back over me, while flippantly saying, "You can find your own way out, can't you?"

I didn't even watch him gather the rest of his things or hear him slink out the door, having turned back into my thoughts. The man dissolved right before my eyes, and I garnered pleasure from it.

I had taken him as if he were a porcelain figurine, held him up, took him to a place he probably didn't want to go, and then dropped him so that the fragments of his shattered dignity scattered across the floor. This was no drive-by shooting where one fires and forgets, never to witness the carnage one has wrought—as I had done with Kendall. This time, I saw the damage unfold right in front of me. I hated myself for it. Worst of all, I hated myself because I derived pleasure from those actions.

Beetlesmith said the elixir has transformative effects. I couldn't deny it any longer, I was transforming, and I didn't like what I was becoming.

I heard rustling from the bedroom, so I pushed those thoughts out of my head for the moment. A few minutes later, Karen stood beside me. I threw back the blanket as she lay on top of me. I covered us up again.

I asked, "Anyone else up?"

"Jack and Jackie are getting it on," she said as she kissed my chest, "Cecilia's still zonked. Denise is up, but she's just lying there watching the other two fuck."

"They're a funny couple. I don't think either one touched the other the whole night, except at the end."

Karen added, "Funny for sure, since I know from Denise they both fucked around. You'd think they would be more open with themselves by this time."

She laid her head on my chest. For a moment I thought she had fallen back to sleep, until she asked, "Are we headed down the same road as them?"

It was a good question, and I didn't have an easy answer. After some thought, I finally said, "I don't think so, just as long as what we do, we do together. Jack and Denise had affairs to do damage to the other, and it worked. Now there's too much shit built up between them for anyone to just forget."

She lay quietly again, and again I thought she had fallen asleep. The only sound she made was soft breathing that felt like a warm, subtle breeze on my chest. I finally felt contentment after the night of sleeplessness. I was finally at peace.

Then Karen said those words that destroyed my tranquility, "I haven't seen Mark."

I hesitated answering her. I felt an anger inexplicably welling up in me. I had to get control of my emotions. Trying to make my voice sound as even as possible, I answered, "I saw him about an hour ago. He left."

"Funny, he didn't say anything to me before going."

At the mention of his name and the sound of disappointment in her voice, my dark thoughts returned, fueled by my growing anger. I felt like bursting her balloon by telling her what had happened. What would she say if she knew her new boyfriend sucked on my cock like a used-up whore? That he swallowed my cum as if it were candy, and was disappointed I had no more to give. What would she say if I told her he begged me to fuck him in the ass as he tongued and sucked on my balls? He begged me not once, but twice, and that I refused his pleas each time with a laugh. Moreover, I wanted to see it in her face when I tell her what I did to Kendall—tell her as a warning...

I pushed the thoughts away and got control of my emotions. I sighed deeply before saying as nonchalantly as I could, "Oh, he just said thanks and then scooted out the door."

She laid her head back down on my chest, "I guess it's just as well. I think we scared him a little."

She lifted her hips and slid my cock between her legs. She did her cute little wiggle of her ass against me, as she always does as prelude for things to come.

"Well, at least Robo-cock is happy to see me."

My thoughts cooled. I was Will Henry, again.

"Because you make him happy."

"Do I?" she asked. I saw her eyes water as she looked at me.

"Always," I said sincerely. Then I kissed her hard. She could always take my breath away.

She grabbed the tube a lubricant off the coffee table, and worked a good-sized dollop around her asshole. Smiling she said, "You care if we skip the appetizer and just move on to the main course?"

Before I could answer, we heard Denise, who had been watching us, "And if Karen doesn't want the appetizer, I'll take it."

Karen easily slid me into her ass as Denise straddled my chest, placing her well-saturated pussy close to my mouth.

I smiled up at her, and teased, "Is that all you want, an appetizer?"

Between moans of delight, Karen opined, "I think he's got enough for a 'fourfer' Denise." She let out a long, low moan as she sat fully down on my cock, then finished her thought, "Oh yes...More than enough."

It was another fine morning in the Henry Household.

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The caterers showed up at noon to clean up and take back their equipment, which got everyone in the house moving.

Karen and I saw everyone to the door. As they left, Jackie and Cecilia were deep into another of their bitch sessions. Probably their way of getting their minds right for the return to the salts mines on Monday. They both waved happily at us when they got to their car. Jackie blew me a kiss, and yelled, "Got anything lined up for next week? We're free."




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Before I could answer, Karen clamped her hand over my mouth, and yelled back, "We'll let you know, Jackie," then under her breath, "When hell freezes."

I kissed for her jealousy, and said, "I'm really starting to like her."

She looked at me incredulously. The look on her face was priceless, and made me laugh.

"I mean it. She may be a ditz sometimes, and she can be aggravating in the extreme, but she has a good heart and a gentle soul. It's a rare quality that shouldn't be overlooked."

Jack and Denise left arm in arm, and seemed happy to be in each other's company. I couldn't help but think that Denise's payback to her husband had somewhat of a therapeutic effect on their relationship. An even bigger relief for me was as far as I could tell, I was still in Jack's employ. He mentioned again about talking to the board about my promotion.

As the two neared their car, I saw Denise turn and run back toward the house. She stood before Karen and me for a moment trying to catch her breath before saying, "I almost forgot to thank you two."

With that, she moved in close to Karen and kissed her fully on the lips. Their embrace was accompanied by a quick brush of their tongues, and a soft, seductive caress of their cheeks. She smiled at me, kissed me lightly while giving my ass a good squeeze, then scampered back toward the car.

"What was that all about?" I asked, as Karen closed the door.

"Oh, when you, Jackie, and the guys were doing the number on Cecilia, I took Denise for a tour of our guest room." She ended her sentence with a mischievous smile.

"You're going to have to tell me all about it."

"No need, she's coming back over tonight. You can ask her then."

I hesitated at her suggestion, "I don't know if I can take Jack two nights in a row."

She smiled, "Oh, Jack's not coming. She wants it to be with just you and me."

I hesitated again. I didn't feel right about doing the Boss' wife behind the Boss' back, regardless of what happened between us last night. It had the stench of the 'Kendall incident.'

I didn't think on it that long, however, at least not with the big head. Its smaller, single-minded cousin did most of the thinking for the both of us. These days, I was just going along for the ride.

"That must have been some tour you gave."

"And received." Her sultry, mischievous smile was back, "Do you care about tonight?"

I wrapped her in my arms, "You are probably the most intelligent person that I know, but sometimes you ask the dumbest questions."

She laughed brightly then stopped herself, "Speaking of questions, there's still an unanswered one between us."

"There is?"

"Be honest, which one of us was the best kisser?"

"You are," I said without hesitation, sounding sincere.

Of course, when the question is unavoidable, lying through ones teeth works just as well.



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I must thank Miss Bella Mariposa for the inspiration for this chapter of 'Beetlesmith,' and for those subsequent. This new narrative tone I'm beginning to exploit struck me as lighting after reading her two wonderful stories, 'A Letter to Sir,' and 'Enslaving Rachel.' The themes of both worked so well with my own plot direction that I found it almost natural I should incorporate their atmosphere to the present tale of 'Beetlesmith.' I wasn't surprised by this; good writers always have this effect on me. They always open up new avenues to places I hadn't seriously considered before, or even knew existed. I only hope I can do her imagery, ingenuity, and creativity some justice with my own ham-handed prose, and if I can capture just a small part of the eroticism conveyed by her stories, then these next chapters will be a success.

Bella, it's said that imitation is the highest form of flattery. I hope so, because you deserve as much adulation as I can dish out. Thanks so much!

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Once again, it was the small hours of the morning and insomnia griped me. Karen and Denise were lying on either side of me, their peaceful slumbers mocking me as my mind continued to whirl around the events of the past couple of days.

As planned, Denise arrived at our house the next evening around eight. I got us all a glass of wine before we got comfortable in the living room. We chatted for a while. The two women sat together on the couch while I sat across from them on our overstuffed lounger.

It's funny how we can all slip back into the mundane so quickly. Less than twenty-four hours ago, we were in this very room doing the most indecent things with each other. Where Denise sat, she gave me the best blowjob I ever had during Jackie's wild fellatio game, all while taunting her husband in the process. Where Karen sat, she was getting fucked in both holes and between moans of delight was begging me to stick my cock in her mouth—trying to make it the perfect trifecta in her, 'fill all my holes at once' fantasy. Christ, just this morning I gave each of them a patented, Karen 'twofer' right on that very couch. Now, as I stared across the room at the two of them, they were talking about the latest fashions as if all that, and more, hadn't occurred between us.

I was half listening to their conversation and half day-dreaming about last night's events, when that feeling of overwhelming power and invulnerability swept over me. Karen was in the middle of saying something innocuous about our friend Gloria, when I broke in, "That was particularly naughty of you two to slip off like you did, away from me, to enjoy yourselves alone."

Usually a statement like that, interrupting her as it did in the middle of an unrelated topic, would have elicited a scornful glance, followed by a not too subtle condemnation from Karen. Instead, she stammered as if I had caught her in an egregiously deceptive lie.

"You did all those wonderfully, wicked things away from me, and out of my sight. How many times did you make each other come, and I wasn't there to enjoy them with you?"

Karen stammered some more. Lowering her eyes she finally squeaked out, "I'm sorry. You were having so much fun with Cecilia I didn't think you..."

"And you," I said, looking at Denise, "Did you put Karen up to it, to deceive me like she did?"

It was Denise's turn to stammer while turning a lovely shade of scarlet.

"I'm so displeased with the both of you..."

Denise blurted out, "It wasn't my idea!" Karen continued to hang her head, not daring to look at me.

"I'm still displeased at you both, no matter whose idea it was. All those orgasms I gave to you. All of those naughty, pussy-soaked fantasies you each had that I fulfilled for you, over and over again. And you repay me by secreting yourselves away from my sight so that you could pleasure each other, alone."

Both of their lower lips trembled as they continued to stare down at the floor in shame.

"Look at me," and when they did, I asked rhetorically, "What am I to do with you?"

Neither said a word as I stared back at them. For a moment, I thought I saw tears beginning to drop from their eyes. "Take your clothes off," I said gently, but sternly.

They hesitated for a moment, the briefest of moments before complying with my demand. Once disrobed, they sat back down on the couch, naked and ridged. The looks of shame and nervousness on their faces were as if I had just exposed them to all the leers and jeers from all the lechers they had ever known. Then, an amazing transformation occurred as I continued to stare silently at their beauty. They saw my leering and embraced it, and as if reading my mind, they opened up to my thoughts. Lying back on the couch, they spread themselves wide for me. Their hands danced about their bodies, caressing themselves gently, seductively. One leg, intertwined with the other's, as they fondled their pussies for my pleasure. They wanted me to join them. I could see it in their eyes, beckoning me to the couch as they ran their fingers through their pubic hair. The signs of their arousal were stark, as their juices flowed unabated between the plump globes of their ass, onto the couch.

As Denise teased herself with an enticing finger, I saw moisture, thick and heavy, glistening off the nail, and off her folds.

"I see that the juices are flowing freely now, and you didn't need a good fuck or two to get them that way." She blushed at bit, but did not reply. "How many wonderful orgasms did you have together? Well that can't be helped, I suppose, but I want to see at least one from each of you, now."

Without hesitation, they started laying their hands on the other, but I reprimanded them, "No! You're not to touch each other, just yourself."

As I watched my little nymphs, I was struck by how unique everyone was in how they pleasured themselves. Jackie, with her characteristic 'slap' being one such example. Karen likes to spread her labia wide while applying only a finger or two to her clitoris. Occasionally, she will drop her hand down to dip her finger into her pussy, gathering moisture, before shifting back to her clit. Denise, it seems, likes to use all her fingers and palm, massaging the upper half of her vulva with the flat of her hand in a vigorous, side-to-side motion, without parting her labia directly.

Men are the same way, I guess, but one thing is for sure, women are far more 'touchy' with themselves than we men. I guess because women have far more wonderful things to touch.

So it was with Karen and Denise. As one hand stayed centered on the direct pleasuring, the other hand wandered about their bodies producing a more indirect arousal, and adding fuel to their fire. Karen liked to hold her free arm over her breasts for long stretches of time, squeezing them and kneading them with her whole limb. Occasionally she would wet a finger, with either her mouth or dipping it into her pussy, then roll her erect nipple between her moistened thumb and index finger. Denise's circumnavigation of her body was freer flowing and gentler. Her hand shifted continuously between caressing her thigh, to massaging her mons or tight stomach, or touching a breast before ending up near her neck and cheek. I got the impression she was mimicking a lover's touch, seductively exploring her body while another lover was busy between her legs.

As their arousal heightened, both leaned against the other's shoulder. Mostly, I think, out of some womanly camaraderie. Their lips parted but their eyes remained closed. Closed, I suspect, against my leers. They giggled sweetly when they felt the other's caress, usually when their legs inadvertently touched as their limbs and lower torso were in continual motion, squirming, twitching, and shifting as their arousal continued to build. I could hear their breathing, coming hard and forced, and when one moaned in particular delight, the other would giggle before adding her own loud moans to that of her lover's.

I was entranced by their soft, Sapphic caresses to each other. It was always a gentle brush of their shoulders, or a soft rub of their thighs or knees, or a sensual foot running up the other's calf—all done cunningly, as if I wouldn't have seen or noticed. They wanted so much to kiss each other, caress the other more directly with their hands. Mostly, they wanted to dip their tongues into the other's dripping arousal, and make each moan in ecstasy. That, I forbade—and it drove them mad with imbued arousal.

As they neared their final crescendo, both stopped their leg twitching and hand wandering. Their bodies became eerily still, save for that pleasuring hand that continued to rub, flick, and massage with ever increasing fervor. They leaned harder against each other's shoulder. Their heads joined as well in a romantic gesture of companionship and want.

The one and only time either of them spoke was when Denise turned her head, putting her lips close to Karen's ear, and saying almost as a whisper, "I'm so very close."

Hearing that from her friend, Karen did her technique that usually made her quicken to climax. Sitting up on her heels with knees far apart, she wet a finger with her own arousal and touched her asshole. She never inserted it, only pressed, and rubbed her anus gently with the tip. Within moments, her body trembled in climax as she clamped her thighs closed against her still massaging hands.

It wasn't long after that Denise followed suite. Arching her back, I heard her distinctive staccato breathing—three quick draughts through her mouth. Her body trembled ever so subtly before slumping back into the couch.

I teased at her, "You're still the 'quiet fuck,' aren't you? We'll change that tonight." Denise only smiled a response.

They both lay back relaxed. Their eyes, half-lidded and dreamy, stared back at me.

"That was very nice, but it still doesn't soothe my spirit at your betrayal. Now, I want you to go into the bathroom and shave yourselves like Jackie. Take your time. I'll wait. Afterwards, I don't want to see any hair on your cute little pussies. Don't even leave a little tuft of hair at the top. When you finish, wait for me on the bed, but you're not to play with yourselves. Not until I join you. Is that understood?"

They both nodded before running off to the bedroom like a couple of schoolgirls heading to recess.

I heard continuous laughter and mirth coming from our master bath. It took about twenty minutes before I heard Denise's clear, sweet voice say, "We're ready."

When I entered the bedroom, the vision imparted stopped me in my tracks, and I stared at them, breathless. They were both kneeling, sitting on their heels, knees spread far apart. Their heads were bowed in a mock display of subservience, and they held each other's outstretched hand as if giving womanly comfort and courage against their newfound male controller—their Master.

I saw no hair between their legs, just a slight redness from the irritation of shaving. Their large outer labia protruded, mound-like, away from their groins. The stark, pale flesh of their mons and pussy, now exposed from their former, pubic covering, appeared as ripe apples with the thin outer skin delicately peeled away, exposing the white, sweet, fleshy interior to all my appetites.

I took a moment to kneel in front of them, slipping a hand between their legs. I felt the warm wetness of their arousal almost dripping from each. They remained stationary with heads bowed. Their breath came shallow and quick as I ran a finger between their swollen labia. One long, slow swipe of my finger starting at their opening and ending on their clit. They trembled slightly at my touch, as I briefly rubbed their naked mons with my palms while pushing ever so gently on their buttons. I held up my fingers, covered as they were with their arousal, to each of their mouths.

"Taste," was all I said. With heads still lowered and without comment, they sucked their arousal from my fingers. Kissing each on the cheek, I sat in Karen's vanity chair, and continued to stare at them.

"You have such pretty, little pussies now, but you owe me another orgasm. Stay in the position you're in, but turn and face each other. This time I want each of you to make the other come using only your fingers."

Their legs spread wide with knees touching. Each placed a hand on her lover's shoulder, while slipping their other hand between her legs. As they plied fingers to the other, their eyes were wide and bright as they stared into each other's face. A small smile touched their lips as they leaned in to kiss.

They stayed that way for the longest time, lips and tongue attached, while their hands continued to fondle their lover's vulva. The free hand would drop on occasion to caress a breast, pinch a nipple, stroke her buttocks, or add another helping hand to the other one that was doing all the work—doubling her pleasure, you might say. The wandering hand never stayed in the same place for very long, except maybe at the nape of the neck, which they caressed gently while pulling the other's lips tighter against each other.

It was funny how each woman applied her own personal masturbatory technique to the other. Karen gently spread Denise's labia with two fingers as she rubbed her clitoris with her middle one. Denise, of course, was feverishly rubbing Karen's pussy with the flat of her hand, and only occasionally would run a finger or three down, along Karen's labia and clitoris, directly. I think because neither was used to the other's technique, the fingering session was taking much longer than I had anticipated.

As each climbed closer to climax, they stopped their kissing, putting their foreheads together to look down at their bodies. Karen laid her arm across Denise's breasts, cupping one in her hand, while massaging both. Denise's breathing became more rapid at this touch. Her wandering arm didn't wander anymore, staying fixed on Karen's shoulder as if to give herself support. I thought, then, that Karen had her, and it would be only a matter of a few more moments before Denise would come.

"Denise, a hint, my little slut. Karen, the delectable slut that she is, loves it when you just rub her little button with a finger."

I saw Denise smile devilishly before applying my helpful hint to Karen. Karen's breathing quickened thereafter, and she closed her eyes to the waves of pleasure that were rapidly building. However, like the talented little slut that she was, she kept much of her focus on her companion, and increased her finger massaging of Denise's clit.

Both of them were rapidly nearing nirvana at the same pace, and it looked as if both would get there at about the same time. However, I had one last hint for Denise.

"Now, Denise, wet a finger and gently rub her tight, little asshole."

It was such a lovely sight to see Denise, the prim lady, spit on her finger, reach around, and push it between Karen's cheeks, all while laughing like a young girl. She had to shift her finger about some to find her target, but when she did, the results were instantaneous.

Karen fell to the side in violent, jerking spasms, and for each spasm, cried, "That's not fair...That's not fair...That's not fair."

I laughed, "No it wasn't, but neither was your sneaking away from me last night. I know it was you who instigated that selfish bit of betrayal. Now Denise, lie back and spread your long legs for Karen. Spread them wider...That's so nice. As a last punishment my love, eat our friend's delectable pussy. And I had better hear her moan, loudly and often."

Karen dived in with a mouth and both hands, but before she could get started, I added something special. "You can only use your mouth on our friend, and I want to see at least one of your hands playing with yourself at all times. Sluts like you can't just give pleasure to someone. They always need to be pleasured at the same time."

It was another lovely sight for my sexual amusement. I had the women positioned such that I stared straight into Karen's well-shaped behind. Positioned so, I couldn't get a good look at Denise's face because Karen was up on her knees and her ass was blocking my view. I could tell by Karen's head bob and slides to the left and right that she was really going to town on Denise's pussy. However, what I found most erotic was watching Karen's hand as she played with herself. Usually, it stayed within the dark confines of the 'cave' she had created, that triangular opening outlined between her two legs that formed the apex, and the bed, which formed the base. I could she her hand moving in the shadows as she concentrated most of her finger attention to her clitoris. Yet, every now and again, she pushed that hand backwards, out into the light of the room, so that she could give a little attention to her opening. Taking a finger or three and work them into her pussy for a while, before retracting her hand back under her 'cave' to continue massaging her button. Every time she pushed her hand in and out of its sheltered 'cave,' it looked like a cute, little animal, popping itself out of its burrow to scurry around in the search for food—and finding sweet treasure in the next burrow over.

Still the 'quiet fuck,' as she is wont to say of herself, I could barely hear Denise above the din of Karen's noisy passion. I knew she must be close. I decided to add a bit more fuel to the fire. "Denise, I don't think you're treating our little slut with the proper attitude she deserves and, I suspect, wants. Karen's such a naughty, dirty, little slut, you know. She would love to have you smear your pussy all over her face."

The two giggled. I saw Denise's hands take a hold of both sides of Karen's head, and holding her lover steady, proceeded to buck her hips up and down, racking her pussy across Karen's face and extended tongue. The visual was so breathtakingly erotic that I had to stand up to get a better view.

Denise was slightly reclined onto a few pillows. Her feet and heels were under her ass, giving her support and increased leverage against the bed with her legs. She was staring into Karen's eyes with a wild light as she held her head tight against her groin, all the while grinding her hips in a circular pattern. It was as if Denise were using Karen's head as an impersonal object, like some great and bulbous masturbatory toy whose only function was to give her pleasure.

"Come on Denise. Tell that naughty slut what you want. We have to teach her a lesson never to have orgasms on her own."

I thought that I might be talking too much and spoiling the spontaneity of the moment, but each time I commanded them into greater subservience, and into performing an even more extreme lascivious act, their arousal was pushed to an even higher plateau. I suspect that, in the end, their one, true desire throughout the evening was to drift along on the erotic currents I was fomenting with my demands. This was most evident in Denise, who was exhibiting a sexual aggression that I had not seen in her before. 

"Stick your tongue out," Denise grunted.

"Don't be so coy, Denise. Call her what she is."

"Slut!" she barked. "Stick your slutty tongue out!"

With Karen's tongue extended, Denise centered her clit directly on her tongue while rapidly shifting her pelvis up and down. Denise let out a loud, throaty moan, and then another. Then, shifting her hips up so that Karen's tongue was centered on her opening, she pulled Karen hard into her.

"Tongue my pussy, slut. Stick it deep," Denise said, in that same throaty tenor.

"That's right Denise, tell that little slut to tongue fuck your delectable cunt. Naughty sluts need to be compliant. Most of all, they want to feel used."

"Oh, yes, fuck my cunt with your tongue you little slut," Denise croaked, all while pushing her groin harder into Karen.




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For her part, Karen loved the abuse from the two of us. With no hair to catch and hold the wetness, her arousal dripped continually down her thighs. She planted herself, open mouth, over Denise's opening, and I watched as her tongue darted in and out of the hole. Her breath came in great, rending gasps that warmed her lover's vulva. Karen, gripped as she was with increased sexual excitement, reached her free hand around, and pushed two fingers into her asshole. Finger fucking herself as she was with the one hand, she feverishly massaged her clit with the other. She probably would have come at that instant, except Denise yanked on her head, and repositioned Karen's tongue against her clit.

Denise, now in full throes of sexual domination, grunted her final orders at Karen, "Flick at my clit, you slut."

For a moment, she added her own pelvic shift to Karen's flicking tongue. Then she stopped, arched her back, and said loudly, "Oh, suck it...suck it...suck it! Oh...My...God...Suck it, you slut!"

There was no quiet, staccato breathing this time, no subtle trembling of her body as the only indicator of her climax. This time Denise yelled indistinguishable words, loudly and often, while her body convulsed violently against Karen's sucking lips. She was no longer a 'quiet fuck.'

As she began to relax, she smoothed Karen's hair lovingly, and said, "That was so very nice, my sweet little slut."

Karen laughed at the compliment, and was about to get up when I put my hand on her back, stopping her progress. "Not yet cunt, you didn't give me that orgasm I wanted from you."

I easily slid my thumb into her asshole while touching her clit with my index finger. It took no time at all to rub my sweet slut into another orgasm. As she was convulsing, Denise pulled her head up and kissed her passionately, as if she could draw Karen's climax through her body and into herself with her tongue.

When all was done, I put my face close to Karen's, asking, "Have you learned your lesson now, my little slut? Are you going to wander off again, and not share your lovely orgasms with me?"

She smiled slyly, "Only if you do this to me again."

She kissed me hard, and pawed feverishly at my zipper and the sizable bulge in my pants. Holding her hands firmly in mine, I reprimanded her, "No my little cunt, it's not time for that yet. Good little cunts need their reward, first. Now, go get all your toys and some lubricant."

Once Karen got back with her toys, I positioned the two sluts on all fours, facing in opposite directions, with their behinds about a foot apart. Dribbling a liberal amount of lube onto their assholes, I began to work a finger, then two, and finally three into them.

"Such quiet little sluts, with such tight little asses. Doesn't this feel nice?"

They moaned a response while pushing back into my fingers. When I felt their assholes start to loosen around my fingers, I slathered more lube on each end of Karen's double dong. Holding it by the middle, I centered each end at their openings, and said, "Okay my sluts, slide back, and keep sliding until you feel my hand."

Slowly, they inched their way backwards, and inched the respected ends of the dildo further into their ass. Karen, who was used to this type of sex play, had an easier time sliding the dildo in, and it wasn't long before her ass touched edge of my hand, stopping her progress.

Denise had a more difficult time at first. I saw her shoulder blades tightened against the pain, but as she got used to the dildos girth, the pain gradually gave way to pleasure, allowing her muscles to relax. It took her a few more minutes, repeatedly stopping for a moment to get used to its size before starting her backward advancement again, but she finally advanced all the way to my hand.

I stroked the small of her back soothingly, and said, "Well done, my little slut. Doesn't that thick stick feel good in your tight ass?"

She could only moan loudly while nodding her head.

"Oh, yes, I know it must. Now, I don't want either of you to move. Just stay as you are. Let the full feeling of that stick work itself into you, and pleasure you as your assholes loosen a bit more around it."

They stayed as statues on all fours. Their breathing and moaning coming in stuttered gasps, as I suspect the full bladder feeling began to meld into a subtle, yet pervasive glow of euphoria. I saw the telltale drip of their wetness trickling down their legs.

Running a finger up their thighs, I wetted it with their moisture and ran it gently along their now protruding inner labia. Their lower torsos twitched at the sensation, and they groaned in exquisite harmony.

Taking Karen's vibrator, I turned it on high and rested it on top of the exposed section of the dildo. The subtle vibrations rippled through the hard rubber, tantalizing that pleasure spot at journey's end, deep inside them. Occasionally, I tapped the vibrator hard against the dildo, sending coarser ripples into their ass to linger and mingle with the softer, more pervasive ones.

They tried to shift their bottoms about in an attempt to speed up the climb of arousal, but each time they did, I removed the vibrator, saying, "Naughty, dirty sluts need to stay still, or else I'll stop."

After each warning, they stopped their shifting, only to transfer their sexual agony down to their feet by curling their toes incessantly. Karen, panting heavily, asked, "Is all this for what I did to you with my finger?"

I just laughed, and said, "Sluts only open their pretty mouths to moan and suck. Say one more thing and I'll stop all this for the evening."

She continued to pant heavily, but stayed quiet thereafter.

When I indirectly teased them enough with the vibrator, I began a more direct approach. "All right my lovelies, push back some more until you touch each other's ass...Oh, that's nice. Now don't slide back and forth, or I'll get mad. Just stay in contact with each other, and wiggle those cute little asses for me."

They both pressed hard into each other, wiggling their asses vigorously. The euphoric bliss must have been incredible for them; immediately their bodies began to tremble and jerk in halting, twitching spasms. Their moans increased in volume, augmented by throaty, guttural cries of pleasure.

"Oh, yes, my sluts, I know that must feel so good, but no coming just yet. Not before I give you permission."

I slipped the vibrator up between their pussies, centering the tip so that it vibrated against each of their openings. Denise let loose with a series of piercing cries of, "Oh...My...God," repeated again and again.

I quickly pulled the vibrator away, "Naughty slut, I didn't give you permission to have an orgasm. Did you come?"

Denise shook her head wildly. I think she started to cry.

"All the same, you better control yourself," then I asked Karen, "How about you, are you controlling yourself?"

She nodded her head wildly, while biting down hard on her lower lip.

"That's a good little cunt. I'm proud of you," I said close to her ear. I noticed that they had stopped their ass wiggle, "I didn't tell you to stop squirming. I want you to really scrunch up to each other and give me that cute wiggle."

They pushed back hard into each other, and shifted their hips about with renewed enthusiasm. Turning the vibrator off, I slid its tip along their clits and labia, and inserted it briefly into their openings. Even these subtle movements with the vibrator were causing their bodies to quiver and to break out into a fine sweat. They were ripe to pop, but I wanted to toy with Denise a bit longer.

I turned the vibrator back on and held it against her skin, low on her abdomen just above her mons. There was a slow trickle of perspiration along her brow, matting her hair to her forehead. She was breathing forcefully through her mouth and amplified by loud gasps as I slowly moved the vibrating all around her stomach.

"Are you controlling yourself better?"

"Yes," she grunted, meekly.

"I didn't say you could talk. The only time sluts can open their mouth is to suck. Now, are you controlling yourself?"

She nodded her head wildly, causing more of her hair to fall down, becoming as matted cords against her sweaty face.

Slowly, I moved the vibrator closer to her mons. Her body began to quiver uncontrollably, as soft whimpers accompanied her forced breathing. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to stave off the building climax as the vibrations sent teasing ripples of pleasure all about her groin.

"Such a good little slut, you are, waiting for me, and holding back those lovely orgasms until I tell you to come." I slid the vibrator to a point just above her pussy. The increased vibrations to her cunt were causing the subtle quivering of her body to became noticeable shaking.

"You're not going to come, are you?" She shook her head wildly again. "You are a good slut, aren't you?" She nodded her head wildly this time while biting her lower lip as Karen was doing. Looking at her, I smiled. There are few things in this world as sensuous as a woman, fully engrossed in the fog of sexual arousal, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

Even though I would have loved extending the torment well into the evening, I knew neither of them could hold out much longer.

Pulling the vibrator away from Denise, I said to both of them, "Such good sluts, wiggling their cute little asses for me while pushing that lovely dildo all around their tight little assholes. Holding back on their orgasms, like good sluts, and you are good little sluts, aren't you?"

Both of them let go of a load, guttural moan while nodding their heads.

"And good sluts get to come, don't they?"

I waited for them to nod their heads again, then I slipped the vibrator about half way into Karen's pussy while pressing the free end up against Denise's cunt, making sure it came in contact with her clitoris.

I only had to hold it there for a few moments before both of them let loose with a banshee cry of absolute pleasure. I felt the warm flood of their climax bathing my hand as they slowly lowered themselves onto their stomachs, their bodies jerking in convulsive fits the whole way down. As neat as you please, the double dong slid out as they laid down, separating themselves. It made a soft, double popping sound as suction was broken, and came to rest on the bed between them.

I left my two sluts lying on their bellies, needing to clean the dildo for the next round of games.

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When I got back, they were in the same positions I had left them. I knelt down beside them stroking and kissing their soft, round buttocks playfully. They both purred in contentment.

"Oh, are my little sluts tuckered out so soon? All those lovely orgasms I've given you, and not even one for me? Selfish, naughty little cunts."

They turned on me with that wild, voracious gleam in their eyes that I saw last night. Grasping roughly at my bulge, they shifted their fingers about trying to find the zipper to gain my cock's release.

"That's right, pull it all out, even my balls. Now remember, these are my good slacks. I don't want to see any stains on them. Naughty sluts should be able to take my load without spilling."

They had me out of my trousers. Karen was about to descend her mouth full force onto my cock, but I stopped her, saying, "Now, now, each of you can play with one of my balls, first. You have to share like good girls."

I gave them only two stipulations for what would be a monumental blowjob, they must share their duties equitably, and they could not use their hands. After that, I let their own imaginations guide them through the rest.

They started low and slow. Each pulled one of my balls into their mouth, sucking and tonguing on them gently. Given their close quarters, their lips were in constant contact with each other, and their noses rubbed together seductively as if they were continually giving themselves Eskimo kisses.

Every so often, Karen would lay a testicle on my pants, then slowly tease and lick it with the tip of her tongue. Denise would follow suit, but instead of using her tongue, she would gently nibble and suck on it with wet, pursed lips. Then back to their Eskimo kisses they would go, as they pulled each of my balls back into their respective mouths.

After attending to my balls for a deliciously long time, they started to move up and down my shaft in unison. Their 'attentions' consisted of slow, wet, glides of their tongue starting at the base of my shaft and extending to just below my head. They were always careful to avoid the bulbous gland for now—saving that treat and torment for much later, I suspect.

It was erotic to watch them at play. Given that they couldn't use their hands, both had to coordinate their movements together to keep my cock steady and not fail about. This was done with perfect, sexual coordination. Each would attend to the direct opposite side of my shaft with lips of tongue simultaneously, pressing against me with similar force and sliding up and down in unison. When one of them moved their tongue to pay particular attention to the sensitive underside of my shaft, the other would shift opposite her movements to its dorsal side. Then back around they would go, as the other moved to my sensitive underside. In all things, their movements were effortless and fluid. It was an erotic ballet of lips and tongues, as their transects about my shaft mimicked the coiling stripes along a peppermint stick.

The sensations of arousal they imparted were like those with Karen's finger play of me from a few mornings ago. They had me in a wonderfully, agonizing pleasure, with a glacially slow climb of increasing stimulation.

A bead of pre-ejaculate formed at the top of my head, but they ignored it as they continued their slow glide around my pole. The bead grew larger until it finally slipped off under its own weight to trickle down my shaft. Its downward traverse along my shaft wasn't long, as a wandering tongue captured the fluid before journey's end. Another bead formed, and another. Each time the bead shimmered precariously at the top before rolling off to be swallowed.

Their long, slow glides with extended tongues soon gave way to short, quick flicks about my shaft. Now, the two sluts didn't care to coordinate their movements, allowing my cock to flail about randomly each time their tongues came in contact, batting my cock back and forth between them as if playing some perverted game of tetherball. However, as my cock swung wildly, any pre-ejaculate that had formed was flung off and onto their faces, and onto my shirt.

I chastised them for their carelessness, "You're doing a wonderful job on my cock, but have a care my little sluts. You're getting my shirt all messy."

I aided them, and held my shaft stable at the base between two fingers. They repaid my kindness by moving their attentions up closer toward the head.

What delightful torture my two, lovely sluts gave to me. They concentrated all their attention right at the base of my head where it meets the shaft, wildly flicking their tongues all about. Occasionally, one of them would dip lower, attending to my balls, as the other continued to flick and lick all about the head. The duel, high-low sensation was maddening, as they shifted their positions repeatedly. My pre-ejaculate was flowing almost unabated now, as a small stream of fluid continually trickled down, along my shaft. They giggled to each other at the sight. Along with my continual seepage, they also saw and felt that my balls were tight against my shaft. Another telltale sign I was fast approaching my climax, and seeing my state, they purposefully slowed their attentions. Their interludes between oral vivaciousness were brief to protracted, depending on their teasing mood, kissing each other as they passed between my cock-head and tightened balls, and thus keeping my arousal in heightened suspense and extending their torment of me out as far as they could.

I was moaning incessantly and uncontrollably, as the sexual fog began to shroud all my senses save one. My climb was rising quicker with each passing flick, suck and lick, but they continued to stop for moments, again to kiss each other as they traded places. They knew they could do anything they wanted with me now, fearing no reprisals. They could stop at will, taking their time to kiss, giggle, cajole or tease me, verbally or otherwise, because my two little slutty cunts knew that they had me, and I would do nothing to stop them.

They finally stopped teasing my balls, concentrating fully on my head. Both of their tongues slopped all about the bulbous gland as they took long licks, up and around. Their saliva coming freely from their mouths, I could feel it mingling with my own fluid as it dripped continuously down my shaft. They were still cognizant of my earlier demands, however, and made sure to stop the fluids full progress with their tongue before it reached my pants. Then, in a bold stroke of sexual bravado, they clasped their lips together around my cock, and slid themselves in unison up and down my shaft, sending lighting waves of pleasure throughout me as they licked up any of their excess drool along the way. Dear god, I was in heaven!

Their finale was quicker, but no less sexually agonizing than what they did before. Each of my little sluts would take a turn, sucking me in about halfway. Two quick bobs each, before handing me off to the other. They passed me back and forth in quick succession, adding just the tiniest bit of suction to their mouth play. Two quick bobs soon became four, and with the increased time each spent with my cock in their mouth, the more suction they applied. Oh, dear god in heaven, I was in heaven!

They focused their attention on nothing but my pleasure and satisfaction. Each pair of eyes remained glued to their partner, as they waited and watched while the other took her turn sucking on my cock. When the partner was done, they resumed the role of benevolent cocksucker, grasping hungrily at my offered member with opened mouth. Four, hard bobs each, all accompanied with tremendous suction before passing me back again to the one in wait. Each time, moaning in delight or moaning in disappointment, depending on if they were receiving my cock or giving back, and hoping beyond measure that they would be the one I came into first.

They continued this way a few more times before I felt the inevitable. I barely crocked out one final warning, "Remember about my pants, you cunts," as a signal of my climax.

No sooner had Karen slipped me into her than I felt the first spasm wrench my body, and I continued to spasm at regular intervals. A forceful and heavy jet of cum accompanied each spasm. Karen took the initial blast with no trouble, then quickly passed me back to Denise. She sucked on me hard, swallowing each blast as quickly as they came. She, in turn, passed me back to Karen, who continued catching and swallowing my load. Each time they passed me off, however, a strong jet of cum would escape between their greedy mouths, extending as a white rope to land somewhere forward, onto the bed, or hit either one about the face. Denise took a particularly hard shot just above her upper lip. The sticky, heavy strand of semen continued to hang precariously off the tip of her nose throughout the rest of her mouth play. They took no mind to these errant offerings, and continued to suck, swallow, and trade me off until my spasms finally ended.

Once my spasms ebbed, they disengaged from my cock to kiss each other. Except for a small trickle of cum blemishing their chins, and a larger trickle that still oozed out of me, they had sucked me clean, apparently. I reminded them that they weren't finished, and they quickly licked off the last oozing trickle from my cock before it reached my pants.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 09



Breathing heavily, I kissed each in turn. I was wrong before, saying that Denise had given me the best blowjob I ever had. I keep forgetting that there's always another day with a new standard being set. Yet, this latest one, set by my two sluts, was a high standard, indeed.

I was about to kiss each again, when I looked down and saw that a small drop of cum had fallen onto my pant leg. Pointing to it, I reprimanded them, "Look what you two did. You got my sticky cum all over my good trousers even when I told you to be careful."

Denise quickly darted in and picked the small drop off with her tongue.

I shook my head as I began unbuttoning my shirt, "Too late for that. Now I have to take my clothes off, because it's obvious you two sluts aren't careful."

I went into the bathroom to remove the rest of my clothes, but continued giving orders, "I want you sluts to turn around and face the headboard. Slide up right next to each other, hip to hip. When I come out, both of you naughty cunts had better have your faces down on the bed and your asses in the air."

I heard them rustling around and giggling.

"And no talking or laughing. Naughty, disobedient cunts had better keep their mouths closed until I tell them to suck."

When I came back into the bedroom they were in their proper positions. I knelt behind them, sliding two fingers into their pussy and one into their ass. Everything around their hindquarters was saturated.

"My, but you little cunts are still horny, aren't you? Sluts are never satisfied, I guess. That's why you walked off as you did last night, always looking for that next orgasm, either with me or alone."

Their assholes were still well greased, but I added another dollop of lube to be safe. I easily slid the double dong into Karen and the strap-on into Denise. All they could do was moan.

"I don't want to see either of these popping out. I expect them to stay right where they are. You can play with it in your ass. Sluts always need something to play with, but never pull them out."

Right away, the strap on in Denise's ass started to slide out as her muscles contracted around the end, forcing it backwards. She quickly reached a hand around to grab it before it slid all the way out. 'I'll have to think about buying a couple of anal plugs for next time,' I thought.

"That's right, slut," I said to her, "Hold it in there."

Karen's dildo also started to crawl out of its hole. She grabbed it and pushed it almost all the way in, causing her to groan loudly. She was holding the greasy dildo precariously near its end. A few more inches forward and it would have disappeared inside of her. Not wanting a humiliating emergency room visit to remove a lodged dildo, I knotted one of Karen's nylons around the end—I'll have to tell Jackie about this. I didn't worry about Denise's strap-on, given there was a stiff harness attached to the end.

Satisfied, I sat on my heels for a moment, gently stroking their behinds, "Good girls, so sweet and obedient."

I ran a teasing finger along their pussies, sending tremors down their legs. The slow trickle of arousal continued unabated.

Such a delicious maltreatment I had devised for them both. I knelt in front of Karen first. She had kept her face pressed to the bed the whole time. Lifting her chin up, I said, "Now, let's see if you can get it right this time, cunt. I don't want any of my sticky cum messing up the bed like my pants. Now suck me off like the slutty cunt you are!"

I treated my sweet wife most rudely, and she loved every second of the maltreatment. At first, I pushed hard into her until I heard her gag, then pulled back just a bit to keep her from going into a severe coughing fit.

I taunted, "Oh, come on, I'm not that big. Just seven little inches, you can handle that."

Pushing in a little harder and a little further, I held myself about three quarters in. Her saliva came fast and heavy. Pulling all the way out, long strands of her drool hung down from my cock for a moment before falling to the bed.

"Oh, such a sweet little slut you are. I can see that my cock really makes your mouth water. I love it when you drool all over me."

I pushed back in only about half way this time. Putting a hand on her head, I started a slow, gliding fuck of her mouth.

Denise was watching my actions intently. The wild gleam was back in her eyes, as she fondled her pussy with her free hand.

I barked at her, "No slut! If you need to play with something, play with the dildo, but you're not to touch your pussy. That should teach you to mess up my trousers."

She whined in protest, but still dropped her hand to the bed. Pushing the strap-on in as far as it would go, she slowly wiggling it around until the pleasure made her eyes close.

Returning my attention to Karen, I reinitiated the long, slow glide into her mouth, each time pulling almost all the way out, then pushing in until I heard forced breathing through her nose.

"Really suck on that cock, slut. I want to see those cheeks of yours sucked in hard."

Karen tightened her lips about me. I could feel a strong suction pulling all around my cock. As commanded, her cheeks were sunken fully in, and flushed. Her eyes stared up at me for approval.

Smiling down, I said, "See, I knew you could do it." I continued to fuck her mouth, sliding in a little further each time.

As with Denise, I noticed Karen's hand creeping up her thigh with the clear intension of fondling her pussy. Pausing my slow glide in her mouth, and reprimanded her, "No, no slut!" I slapped her cheek, not hard, but enough to get her undivided attention. Her eyes smoldered up at me, as I said, "Just like I told the other slut, if you have to play with something, then play with that dildo." Karen dropped her hand to the bed, and reach around with the other for the double dong. I stayed about halfway in her mouth for the longest time until she looked up at me with a questioning eye. I smiled down at her, sadistically, "Naughty sluts who try and sneak a feel against my wishes get punished. Now, fuck that tight ass with the dildo, and use both hands"

Karen reached her other hand around, then slowly pumped the dildo. I continued to stare daggers down at her. She understood their meaning, and rapidly thrust the dildo in and out of her ass.

"That's good. I want to always see that dildo sliding in your ass, just like you're doing. Now put a hand on my thigh."

Her eyes smoldered up at me again, mostly out of frustration rather than true anger, as I kept telling her to do things opposite of what I had just told her.

I said, laughingly, "Don't give me that look. Put your fucking hand on my thigh!"

I pushed her head all the way down so that her chin rested on the bed, then I inched myself further into her mouth. Little by little, with only a few gagging pauses along the way, I had my cock fully inside of her. Her nose brushed against my abdomen.

"Just squeeze my thigh when you need some air."

After about twenty seconds, I felt her squeeze. I pulled all the way out of her. She gasped for breath.

"Naughty, disobedient sluts have to take the whole cock. Are you a naughty, disobedient slut?"

She squeaked out a, "Yes," between large gulps of air.

I pushed all the way into her before she was ready. Again holding myself in so that I could feel her nose against me, I reprimanded her, "I told you, no talking. Sluts only open their mouths when it's time to suck."

She squeezed my thigh again, but I held myself in a bit longer. She squeezed me harder, somewhat panicky. I waited a few more, excruciating seconds before pulling out. Karen rally started to gasp for air while gagging. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, as long, thick strands of her drool draped off her chin.

"Now, are you a naughty, disobedient little cunt?"

This time she only nodded her head. I let her catch her breath. I pushed all the way in again, telling her to hold me in as long as possible. It was a good thirty to forty seconds before I felt her squeeze. This time I pulled back about halfway, staying in her mouth. She coughed out a large glob of saliva that splattered all about my groin as I released her.

"That was excellent. See what little sluts can do when they put their mind to it. Now, give me some suction."

Her cheeks closed around my cock, and I began my slow, fuck of her mouth again. It went on like this for a while. I would fuck her slowly for a few strokes, then push all the way in and hold myself there until I felt her squeeze. Then pulling back a bit, I would go back to the slow fuck and glide as she caught her breath, wheezing hard through her nostrils.

She was still toying her ass with the dildo as I had told her, and was pushing it in and out rapidly. During one of the many times I pushed all the way into her, she mimicked my thrust with the dildo, driving the tool deep into her ass. I felt her body shudder at this, and knew that she had made herself come, and although she kept a tight grip on the dildo, she stopped her toying.

After her orgasm, she seemed to turn up her slut mode into an even higher gear, adding rapid head bobs to compliment my slow fucking, or plying a playful tongue to her forceful sucking. When I held myself deep inside of her, she would moan loudly, the sound coming as low, gravelly rumbles in her throat—their subtle vibrations tickled exquisitely all around my cock.

What with her added throat rumbles, I was near climax. I didn't bother going in deep any longer, but continued to ply the slow fuck, making sure my cock-head never ventured out, past her lips. I didn't tell her I was coming. Instead, I put my other hand on her head to hold her steady. When I felt that first spasm, I slowly pushed further into her, feeling one rapid pulse of cum after another jetting out of me. Her jaw muscles and throat worked feverishly, trying to swallow my load as fast as I was emptying into her, but it was a losing battle. She opened her mouth and couched, and again plastering my cock and balls with the semen that had backed up inside of her.

"It's a good thing I took my clothes off. Look at the mess you made. Now clean me off!"

Cum still dripped heavily off Karen's chin, as well as from my cock and balls. She ran a tongue all about, picking off the blobs, strings, and cords of semen until there was nothing on me save a warm coat of saliva.

"You doing okay?"

She nodded her head.

"Now I'm going to attend to the other slut now. I don't want you to move, and you're not to play with anything but your dildo."

She smiled and parted her lips, wanting me to kiss her again.

Kissing her, I said, "You'll always be my number one slutty cunt. You know that, don't you?"

She nodded her head again. She didn't smile, but her eyes lit up like torches at my declaration.

When I knelt in front of Denise, she said meekly, "I'm sorry."

I ignored her small breach in etiquette about talking, and asked, "What, did you make yourself come playing with your dildo?"

She looked down at the bed and sheepishly nodding her head.

"More than once?"

She nodded her head again.

"You naughty, selfish, little slut! Open your mouth."

I'm not sure whether Denise, knowing what was to happen, had prepared herself better than Karen, or that she was just better than Karen, but she accepted my full length in one shot without a hint of trouble.

I held her head firmly in my hands as I held myself in her.

"Just like with the other slut, squeeze my thigh when you need air."

Seconds ticked away to become a minute and still she hadn't squeezed my thigh.

"Oh, you do like the taste of my cock, don't you?"

She finally squeezed my thigh and I backed all the way out of her, pulling a large amount of her drool with me. She panted loudly as she grasped for air.

"Did you hear what your cuckold husband said to me last night, about wishing that you liked the taste of cock the same as Karen?"

I let her nod her head before shoving my cock halfway in, then proceeded to slow fuck her mouth as I did with Karen.

"He has no idea what a cock slut you are, does he?"

The question was rhetorical, but she looked up at me, curling her lips into a smile around my cock in answer.

"Well then, let me feel you really suck on that cock. Come on slut, let me feel those cheeks against me as I fuck your mouth."

I felt a tremendous suction grip my cock as her cheeks suck way into her mouth. I still held her head roughly, fucking her face with reckless abandon. She moaned or whimpered, I couldn't tell which, but her breath came as raspy, forced draughts through her nostrils. As with Karen, Denise was enjoying my maltreatment. I pushed all the way in again, and held myself still except for an occasional pelvic shuffle that lewdly rubbed my balls against her chin.

I noticed Karen was disobeying me again. She was slyly playing with her pussy, by using her hand farthest from me and hiding it beneath her body as if I wouldn't notice her transgression. I slapped her ass hard. The sound reverberated about the room. Immediately a bright, red discoloration formed on her buttock and tears began streaming from her eyes.

"I told you not to play with your twat. Jesus, you are such a disobedient little cunt. Now, fuck your ass with that dildo until you come." I slapped her ass again, harder this time, saying, "And you better come, or there'll be no more orgasms for you tonight."

During the time I was punishing Karen, I hadn't noticed that Denise was squeezing my thigh. I quickly pulled all the way out as she let loose a long coughing fit while gasping for air. She gave me a stern look of reprimand for my negligence.

I answered her look by shoving my cock back into her mouth with a laugh, then saying, "Don't give me that fucking look you snotty cunt. If you're going to get pissed at someone, get pissed at the other snotty cunt who can't keep her hands off her pussy like she was told."

I went back to slow fucking her mouth as she went back to producing the most incredible suction around my cock. I could feel my climax building rapidly. I looked over at Karen again, who was feverishly fucking her ass with the dildo while tears continued to stream out her eyes.

"Did you come yet? You have to come before me, and I'm getting close."

She shook her head wildly, causing her tears to fly in all directions off her cheeks.

I took pity on her. Reaching beneath her, I touched her clitoris. It took only a few slow flicks of my finger to rub her into another orgasm. She shuddered violently and grunted softly, sounding almost like a small dog eager for table scraps, while spraying copious amounts of fluid from her sated pussy. Satisfied, and relieved, by her timely orgasm, she dropped her hands off the dildo and laid her head down onto the bed with a smile.

Without warning, I forced myself deep into Denise and unloaded into her. I could feel her throat muscles tighten around my cock as she swallowed. It was an incredible feeling. It was as if her whole body, and not just her mouth, was trying to milk all my cum out of me. I continued shooting my load as I slowly pulled back and into her mouth. Her tongue took up the mantle where her throat left off, swirling around my head and shaft, bleeding every drop of cum out of me that I could give.

When I looked down, there was nary a drop of semen to be found, except for a small trickle that had escaped from a corner of her mouth. Scooping it up with a finger, I held it out for Karen, saying, "See, this is how you suck a cock. That's all that's left. Now, clean off my finger."

As she sucked on my finger, I lowered myself down to kiss Denise on a blowjob well done.

I moved behind the two. I grabbed both the dildos and started to slow fuck their asses, while saying, "You were such good sluts, so very compliant and appreciative of my cock. I bet you would love to deep throat me again, wouldn't you?"

They both nodded their heads vigorously.

"Swallow all my tasty cum, then beg me for more?"

There was more rapid nodding of their heads.

"I know you would, but because you've been such good, slutty cunts, I think you both should have an orgasm. Would you two like to have another orgasm now?"

Again, they nodded their heads vigorously, and moaned loudly as I pushed the dildos all the way back inside.

"Now, you can still play with your little dildos if you like, while I do some naughty things to your pussies."

They were both shivering in sexual anticipation even before I touched them. It wasn't going to take much effort on my part to get them off, but I tried to string out the tease as long as possible. I gave them both equal treatment to start, switching between the vibrator and my hand, from one to the other. With the vibrator, I just circled around their pussies, and never really touching the more sensitive spots directly. Letting it vibrate on their mons, or placing it up high in the groin right alongside their vulva, or just touch, ever so lightly, against their openings. Even that subtle attention was almost bringing them to climax. When I saw their legs trembling continuously, I would shift the vibrator over to the other one, giving her similar treatment. At the same time, while I 'vibed' one, I would lightly finger the other. I kept this going until they both were feverishly slamming the dildos into their asses, trying vainly to get themselves off in any manner possible.

"That's right my little sluts, fuck those tight assholes. I know that feels so good, and you little sluts live for that."

I could tell by her moaning that Karen was just about to pop. I shifted all my attention over to her. Slipping the vibrator deep into her pussy, I held it steady, allowing it to just vibrate against the dildo. Karen immediately let out a long, protracted cry, as she shifted the dildo back and forth against the vibrator. When I started rubbing her clit, she belted out a, "Holy Jesus fucking shit," before buckling under the intense orgasm. Toward the end of her climax, she literally threw herself flat on the bed in continual spasm.

"Yeah baby, keep coming for me," I said softly, as her lower torso continued to gyrate and buck against the bed.

When her spasms of ecstasy began to subside, I looked down and saw a large wet area staining the bed sheets, starting at her crotch and ending at my knees. I gave her clit a final rub that made her squeal before I pulled the vibrator out. Kissing her sweetly on the ass, I said, "Keep the dildo in for now sweetheart slut, it looks good in you."

I couldn't help but laugh at my little joke. I don't think Karen was listening, though, as she continued to bleed a bit more of her orgasm out by flexing her buttocks into and around the dildo.

Denise waited patiently for me. Her body still in shivers, she had her head laying fully on the bed as she bit hard into her lower lip.

I dipped a finger into her pussy, careful not to ignite the torch situated between her legs—not yet, anyway. She was saturated to the point where I couldn't tell where her folds started or ended relative to the rest of her groin. "My, my, my, the juices 'are' freely flowing now, aren't they? Your cunt is just dripping. And you're being such a good, quiet little fuck, as always. You never want to make any noise, do you?"

She shook her head.

"But I want to hear you come. It makes me feel like I've done a good job. It pleases me when my little slutty cunts moan in delight."

She started to whine, "But you told me to be quiet..."

"Shut up, slut! You open your mouth only to suck and to moan."

I slapped her ass hard. The force of the blow caused the strap-on to almost slide out of her. I pushed it back in, then corrected her, "I only told you to wait for permission. Good sluts can't just come on their own, but I never said you couldn't moan or scream." Christ, how I wanted to have an anal plug for her—what a delicious torment that would be.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 09



I slid the vibrator in just as I had done with Karen. This time, however, I set it on low, and just let it vibrate in her pussy and against the anal dildo without doing anything else. She tried to manipulate the strap-on, but I pushed her hand away.

"No, my sweet, no quick orgasms for you."

Seconds passed into agonizing minutes as the vibrator hummed a merry tune of debasement. Denise was clawing at the bed sheets, whimpering in sexual agony at the glacially slow climb I was promulgating. Karen grabbed her hand—to give her support, I suppose. However, it really wasn't helping Denise, who had now resorted to biting on a pillow, the sheets, her lips, anything in order to gain some measure relief some the slow sexual torment.

I tipped the two implements toward each other, so that the vibrator came in firm contact with the strap-on. When I slowly eased the dildo back and forth in her ass, Denise let out a loud and throaty, "Oh my god!" Then she arched her head up high, mouth opened wide, and froze in that position for the longest time. Again, she uttered a loud, slow, throaty declaration, "Oh...My...God!" then followed it with three more of the same, in rapid succession, "Oh my god!"

I just touched her clitoris with the barest brush of a fingertip. Her response wasn't quite up to that of Cecilia's from the other night, but it was good enough—oh, but it was good enough. Her shriek was abrupt and piercing. I'm surprised the glass vase on Karen's nightstand didn't shatter. A torrent of fluid burst out of her, as her body vibrated like a tuning fork before slamming her down into the bed.

I pushed all the utensils in as far as I dared, and continued to slowly rub her clitoris. Her ass sprang back up, quivering like Jello as her spasms rippled through every inch of her body. Nothing about her was static, everything in motion, and over it all, her lovely voice wailed a single, sweet word, "Will," over and over again.

"That's right my lovely, you're not the 'quiet fuck' any longer," I said, close to her ear, as the wailing continued.

Karen grabbed her head, pushing their mouths together as if she were trying to pull Denise's orgasm into her. I pushed three fingers into Karen's pussy, and damned if she didn't start to quiver as well.

As Denise's orgasm began to ebb, she slowly lowered herself to the bed.

Both of the women ended up lying flat on their bellies, their heads close together and facing each other. They started laughing. Denise kissed Karen's cheek, before laying her head down and closing her eyes. I kissed each of their raspberries, still bright red on their cheeks where I had spanked them, and apologized for my rough behavior. Their only response was another, soft purr of contentment.

When I pulled the dildos out, to my surprise they came away clean this time. Their assholes gapped seductively for a moment as if an invisible dildo was still playfully lodged inside, but slowly their holes closed as their muscles tightened back to normal.

I kissed their cheeks, again, "Come on my lovelies, let's clean your toys and take a shower."

The two set about washing the implements in the sink while I started the shower and got inside. I left the water a little on the cool side, as I always liked to do after sex. It felt more invigorating on my body, particularly after all our strenuous fun. Karen on the other hand...

"Jesus, that's cold," she squealed, as she entered the shower.

I pulled her into me, saying, "But you're warm."

When Denise got in, even she remarked, "Is there something wrong with the hot water?"

I gave up, and turned up the hot water, "Christ, what a couple of 'Sugarplum Fairies'. It wasn't that cold."

"Yes, it was," they barked in unison.

I spent enough time in the shower to get clean, and left the two soaking. After drying off, I lay in bed listening to the two laughing and whispering to each other. Karen usually takes long, soaking showers, but this time I heard the two getting out in no time. They continued to whisper to each other, about what, I couldn't guess—I was almost asleep.

After they dried off, the two slipped themselves alongside me on the bed, laying their heads on my chest. We didn't say anything for a long while. It was peaceful and serene just having my two lovelies quietly breathing next to me in sated bliss.

Even though I was nearing sleep, I was still hard, and after a while, Karen started playing with me by running a finger or two around the head and shaft of my cock in a teasing manner.

"Baby," she started to say, "Denise and I were talking in the shower, and wonder if you'd mind making this our usual Saturday night thing? You know just you, Denise, and me. No Jackie or Jack, or anyone else."

"Still asking stupid questions, aren't you," I said laughingly. I nudged Denise, "What about Jack? What would he say? I really don't want my boss getting pissed off at me by fucking his wife behind his back."

She kept her head on my chest as she answered almost sleepily, "He spends his weekends in the city with whatever bimbo he's currently fucking. He doesn't know, or care to know, what I do with my weekends."

"All the same, I don't want him finding out about us."

This time, she looked up into my eyes, "Don't worry. He'll never know and I'll never tell him."

'Never say never,' I thought. 'Never,' the famous last word uttered by all those just before their duplicity is discovered.

"What about you, then? Are you still casting nets like Jack?"

She looked at me inquisitively, "What do you mean?"

"What you told me last night about casting lines into the water, but really not expecting to hook a fish. I bet you still hook one on occasion, don't you?"

She just nodded her head in answer, before laying it back down on my chest.

"That ends now."

She looked back up at me for clarification.

"I'm not going to share you with another. Oh, I don't mean with Jack. That's fine, if you need to keep up wifely appearances for the sake of your marriage, but you're not to share yourself with anyone else. All your lovely orgasms are for me alone."

I saw tears forming in her eyes, as she said, "I wouldn't worry about my 'wifely appearances' either, Jack doesn't fuck me anymore."

"Then he's a fool," I said, looking at her long and hard. I wanted to ask her why she stayed with him, but thought the question would be best for another time. Instead, I wiped her tears.

She sniffed and nodded her head. Her crying jag seemed to be over. I smiled at her, "Now, give me a smile."

She did, and those wonderfully fetching creases that accentuate her lovely mouth formed along her cheeks. I touched a finger to both of them, making her self-conscious. Her smile quickly disappeared as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

Scolding her, I asked, "Why do you do that? I find them endearing, so don't do that. They make you look cute and loving, and happy, like a little girl elf that wants to do nothing but please people and be pleased back. I don't want you to hide them from me anymore."

I saw tears erupt from her eyes again, but before I could say anything else, she came up and kissed me hard, as if she wanted to swallow every bit of me. From my mouth, she continued down my body, sweetly kissing my neck, chest, stomach, until finally ending her travels by pulling my cock into her mouth.

As Denise sucked slow and lovingly on me, I said to Karen, "That goes for you too. I don't want you playing with your toys when I'm not around."

"I won't," she giggled. Then she got a pained look on her face, as she started to say, "About Mark..."

I pulled her down and kissed her before she could finish, then said, "Let's not worry about that now. Plenty of time to talk about that later."

She curled up next to me, laying her upper torso on my chest while playing with my hair. By the look on her face, I could tell she wanted to say more, but she decided to wait for a better time. Instead, she started to laugh when she saw the contorted looks I was giving her. Denise was doing her usual masterful job on my cock, and had me close to climaxing.

Karen laughed again as my face contorted into another shape in response to Denise's shifting oral abilities. "Jesus Christ, what in the hell is she doing to you?"

I could only shake my head in answer.

"This, I've got to see," Karen said, as she flipped around to watch Denise.

What Denise did to me yesterday at the party and earlier tonight wasn't a fluke. She was a true oral artist, unsurpassed by anyone, at least by my limited experience. I put my hand between her legs and felt the warm moisture of her arousal seeping out of her, drenching my hand, and I knew then, she loved to suck cock. It was her life's ambition, and it turned her on like no other thing. She loved the taste, the texture, the feel of a cock as it slid in her mouth. She loved teasing it, taunting it, slowly working it to a point where you could break rocks against it, then work it some more until it would finally explode within her. She used everything at her disposal—fingers, tongue, lips, teeth, and throat, in perfect, sexual harmony to give that cock ultimate and near, unlimited pleasure. And she loved it when her man came in her, fulfilling her pleasure in turn. She loved to feel the force of his ejaculation, the burgeoning pressure as his cum as he quickly filled her, the thick, stringy, creamy feeling in her throat as she swallowed, and the final softening of his tool as she bled all his strength out of him. Most of all, I suspect she loved the fact that her men knew she lived for that moment. She lived to suck cock, and after one turn with her, her men desired her all the more for it—that is, all except one. Poor Jack, he has no idea what he's been missing all these years.

I squeezed her ass as a tactile warning that I was about to come. Instead of backing off like most women tend to do, she pulled me further in and held me there as her tongue danced about my shaft, and her hands lovingly kneaded my balls. I pushed my hips forward, pushing my cock further into her before unloading, knowing that it would turn her on even more. She took it all with relish, moaning softly to herself as if I had just made her come as well.

When Denise finally pulled me out, Karen, that wonderfully apt pupil, took over the cock sucking reins, mimicking the techniques she had just seen Denise ply on me.

Denise slid up to me and kissed me hard. I smiled at her, and said, "I think you should sit right here on my chest and let me return the favor."

It went on like this for the rest of the night. While one preformed her own, exquisite brand of fellatio, I returned the favor by burying my face into the sweet pussy of the other. When she and I came, the two women would trade places. Sometimes I was a little late getting them off before me, but they didn't hold me to any grudge—I was only one, after all, and they were two.

It was during our oral repartee, ménage a trios when Karen made the most unusual discovery. She was sucking my cock at the time while Denise was pushing herself into my mouth, when Karen said, "I think you're bigger."

Misunderstanding her, I made a joke, "Yes dear, it's called an erection. It happens to all dicks."

She didn't find my joke amusing, and said with dripping sarcasm, "Really, then why aren't you taller?"

Denise stared to laugh uncontrollably at that one.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" I asked Denise. She just continued to laugh and nod her head. "Hoisted by my own petard," I said, laughingly.

I felt Karen get off the bed, and I asked, "Where are you going?"

"I have to check this out," she said, leaving the room.

She came back moments later with one of her tailor's flexible measuring tapes. Sizing me up, she asked, "How big were you when we first got married?"

"I think we measured it at just a hair over seven inches."

"How much of a hair, over?"

"I don't know, maybe a sixteenth of an inch over seven. Why?"

"How thick were you?"

"That, I don't remember. Why?"

"Because you're just a hair under eight inches now. I mean just one of my cunt hairs below eight, if I had any left. And, if I remember correctly, you always had a wonderfully fat cock. Disproportionately thick compared to your length, but now you're really thick. I mean, wow."

That explains the tightness I felt every time I fucked Karen. My dick was growing and I had the elixir to thank for that—or, at least, Karen should. Beetlesmith said there were physical, transformative effects with use of the elixir, as well as psychological ones. This must be one of those physical side effects. I should sing praises it's my cock that's growing, and not my nose. However, this news gave me pause, and told me to slow down, or even stop using the elixir before something worse started to manifest itself.

Karen peeked around Denise and looked at me hard, "Are you using some kind of dick cream?"

I laughed, "No, but even if I were, they don't work."

She scrunched her face up in disbelief.

"Come on, Karen, there's no such animal."

She continued looking sideways at me.

"Okay, you got me. Yes, I found this magical, mystical dick cream, and no other guy knows about it except me. I've been using it for years, although you've never seen it, but it works like a charm. Moreover, not only does it make my cock bigger, but any woman within a ten mile radius of me feels the urge to grab her ankles so that I can have my way with them."

She laughed at how ridiculous it all sounded, but still had a problem wrapping her head around this new discovery, "I still don't get how you can just start growing bigger."

I had to think of something fast, "I've heard that some guys, and some women for that matter, can have growing spurts late in life. Usually it only affects overall height, but who knows. I think it has to do with elevated testosterone levels. If it makes you happy, I'll see Dr. Vesper and have mine checked. In the meantime, don't look a gift horse in the mouth."

That seemed to mollify her for the moment, as she went back to sucking on her gift horse with renewed awe and enthusiasm.

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It was about one in the morning when I finished them both off with a slow screwing, just as I had done to Jackie the other night. They drifted off to sleep soon after.

It was truly a night to remember. Not so much the sex, which was fabulous as usual, it was the fact that I was firmly taking control of everything. For the first time I realized just how much control I had over the others. I was wrong about everything before. There was always just one catalyst that set the others dancing in each of our group encounters with the elixir—it was me all along. They were all dancing to my tune. I just hadn't realized it until this night.

So, why am I lying awake at three in the morning with another bout of insomnia? Why do I feel like Damocles, sitting on a borrowed throne with a precarious sword hanging over my head? Why am I looking this gift horse in the mouth? Because, all that I described, everything that transpired between us, occurred without the aid of the elixir.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 10



It was becoming the new, 'new normal.' I keep forgetting that for each new day there's a new benchmark standard set and another shifting of reality. I imagine tomorrow will be the new, 'new, new normal'—if such a thing is possible, the phrase sounding ridiculous as it does.

'Cunt'—I had called her that last night, among other things. Cunt was a word that usually sent Karen into a full-blown rage, where her head splits open and flames shoot out her eye sockets and ass. Calling her a cunt was like waving a red flag in front of an angry bull. Once either comes out, slur or flag, it's too late for restitution; neither can be retracted—just kiss your ass goodbye. I had never called her that before, not even during our most heated arguments. I was always too much a gentleman, at least until lately, and that was the problem.

Early in our marriage, during one Christmas-time visit with her family, I saw first-hand exactly what that word did to Karen's demeanor. Karen's youngest sister by three years, Dawn, made the mistake of calling her a 'cunt' to her face during one of their many squabbles. The results were swift and terrible. If only society could dole out justice in such a harsh and timely manner, it would be a far more polite and safer world. No sooner had the word escape Dawn's lips then Karen slapped her hard across the face. The blow was so forceful that I swore I heard Dawn's teeth rattle in her skull. Before Dawn could react, Karen grabbed her by the shirt collar, and screamed, "Don't you ever call me that again, you bitch." She accentuated the verbal force of the words, 'Don't', 'ever', 'that', and 'bitch' by smacking her across the face with each syllable uttered. On the last word, Karen slapped so hard, her sister fell to the floor. It didn't end there. Once Dawn was down, Karen went to one knee and smacked her again for good measure and to make sure she never forgot. Dawn didn't, and it's been sixteen years since we've seen or heard from her sister.

Nope, after I saw that object lesson, I made sure never to even think the word in her presence, let alone say it aloud. So, you can see, if I had called Karen a cunt at any other time in our marriage, I would have needed surgery to remove her foot from my ass. Last night, however, it made her soaking with arousal. If there were a single thing that best described the changes imparted by the elixir in us, it was that fact, alone.

It was as if Karen were a different person, changing on the inside. I was changing too, as exemplified by my treatment of Cope from the other night.

Never in a million years would I have done something so cruel, so malicious to another human being, no matter how much I disliked them. Now, those thoughts were becoming commonplace. Worse, I was starting to act on some of those thoughts. Mostly, they were benignly manifested through my increasing acts of sexual decadence, such as the acts of last night with Karen and Denise.

However, how long before I start to expand those erotic, yet depraved designs outside the bedroom, or outside my little conclave of fuck bunnies? How long before I start doing to others what I had done to Cope, out of spite. It's becoming more difficult for me to control those thoughts and actions. Of course, it doesn't help my control that the women in my life want, and even need me that way, and are aroused in the extreme by my depravity and lasciviousness. I had never seen women more aroused then Karen and Denise as I sexually humiliated them, and the more humiliation I heaped onto their heads, the more aroused they became. However, and most importantly, all these things were occurring between and within us even when we were not under the direct influence of the elixir.

That's what has me worried. That's what has me lying awake, thinking, night after night: what was the elixir doing to us? And not slowly and haphazardly, it would seem, but rapidly and inexorably.

Like most things in life, the elixir was providing the bitter with the sweet. It gave the sweetness of unbridled sexual pleasures, lust and sexual power, the degree, depth and intensity of which most people could not even fathom. In exchange for what—a damaged spirit, perhaps, or at least a sickened one.

Like the duality of the elixir, I loved it but hated it as well. The reason for love was obvious. The hate sprang from my uncertainty relative to its effects, what I had noted already as 'peculiar' side effects not told to me by Beetlesmith. I ran all the peculiarities I've experienced in the past couple of weeks in my mind, and still come up with no rational answers to explain them. Night after night, I check off all those peculiars, and tops on the list were our performances from last night. The elixir produces a near superhuman quality in regards to sexual stamina, but I hadn't taken the elixir last night. Yet, I performed as if I had, all of us did.

The second peculiar on the list was the 'clairvoyant' episode of Denise and Karen's cum swapping. I still hadn't convinced myself that it was coincidence.

A close third was the Cope incident. I told him to suck my cock and he did. He wasn't under the influence of the elixir like the others, so how could I have swayed him in committing the act? One after the other I would check them off, right down to the apparent significance of an insignificant, spinning knife. You see, I knew beforehand to whom it would point. I wanted it to be Karen, and it did.

For each of these peculiarities, I had no answer. None of this fits with what Beetlesmith had described, and that worried me. I could rationalize it away, of course, but rationalization was the last refuge of a fool—someone who wishes to remain blind to the dangerous curves that may lie ahead. Was that me? Was I speeding down a dark, twisting mountain road with my headlights turned off, hoping that that black crag in front was really a tunnel, and not a wall? That was my worry. 'Cunt!' I liked calling her that—I truly did. That word so aptly described what she was last night, and she dripped with arousal each time I slung it at her. I saw her eyes glow in deep, uncontrolled desire for me to call her a cunt, before sticking my cock into her mouth, ass, or pussy.

'Cunt!' That simple vulgarism rang in my head as a mental itch reminding me of what we were becoming. It filled me with desire. It filled me with loathing.

As I ended my thoughts this night, I resolved myself to accept the damage that has already been done, whatever that might be, but I 'would' discontinue the elixir's use for now. Don't get me wrong, I loved the sex, but hated what I was becoming. Desire and loathing, they were becoming the same. It all had to stop... I heard Karen laugh. I turned and saw she was still asleep. She continued to murmur words of her dreams aloud, mostly indistinguishable. I wondered what she was dreaming. She raised her arm, and began moving it back and forth while laughing again, almost seductively. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was doing in her dream, stroking a lover's cock perhaps, hopefully mine.

That was another problem with the elixir—the dreams. Mine were starting to change. I was no longer an integral part of them, but a passive observer watching from the shadows of the cavernous room:

Karen and Gloria were still in their chairs, but unbound, while four gnome-like creatures scurried about. They looked like diminutive versions of Beetlesmith, small and pudgy, and their cocks were overtly disproportioned, very thick for their length, and so very hard. They would only attend to Gloria, however, leaving Karen alone as if fearful of her touch.

At first, they would climb over Gloria, rubbing their hard dicks all around her body with abandon. Eventually, one of the little creatures would latch onto her head and begin fucking her mouth with that obscenely thick cock of his, while two of them would sit in her lap, one on each thigh while she jerked them off. The fourth gnome would stand between her legs, sliding his chubby arm in and out of her cunt all the way up to his shoulder.

The vision was all so much like a Robert Crumb comic book—Gloria meets the Snoids from Sheboygan—that I was tempted to laugh at the scene.

Karen watched the gnome orgy from her chair in absolute arousal. She literally dripped wetness as a leaky faucet. Yet, she never touched herself or even moved. She just sat rigid in the chair, watching, loudly moaning and panting, while her wetness continued to form a large puddle on the floor below.

When the gnomes shot their wads, the veiled figure would finally make his grand entrance. What happened next was the same as my previous dream, complete with Gloria's screams of delight as he slid into her...

I looked over at Karen again. She was still mouthing something in her dreams, but her arms had stopped moving. I wondered what her dreams consisted of, was she a 'cunt' in there, as well? It was my last thought before I finally drifted off to sleep.

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We all woke around seven, and quite horny. I proceeded to give Karen and Denise a 'patented' Karen 'twofer,' at Karen's insistence, of course. After which, the three of us laid around in bed most of the early morning. We mainly talked nonsense, enjoying each other's company on a lazy Sunday. Around eleven, Karen and Denise got up and made us all breakfast. I found it more than a little erotic that the two of them shuffled about the kitchen, fixing eggs and toast with nothing on.

'Keep 'em in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant,' my grandfather used to say—how about I keep them in the kitchen naked and satisfied, instead, gramps? It's working for me.

The erotic display of my two nymphs aside, I wish they hadn't gone to all that trouble fixing a big meal. Besides my insomnia, I had very little appetite of late. The two must have been famished, though, because they wolfed down the meal in no time, while I just had coffee and a piece of toast. As with fixing breakfast, both of them ate in the nude. This gave me no end in delight, particularly when Denise licked off a large drop of egg yolk that had inadvertently fallen on her breast. I was hoping another drop would fall so that I could clean it for her, but, alas, she ate more carefully thereafter.

"If you're going to continue cooking for us in the buff, remind me to get you both a couple of French maid's outfits, without the matching panties, of course."

Karen looked down at herself, and laughed, "I guess we should put something on."

Denise looked at the clock in the kitchen, and said, "I should be going, anyway. I want to be home before Jack."

On her way out the door, she kissed Karen long and hard, then said, "Thank you," to her again. They stared into each other's eyes, passing sequestered information back and forth that I couldn't read. Finally, they both smiled to each other before Denise kissed Karen's forehead and sighed.

She kissed me with equal passion, laying hands on my groin and moving them seductively to my ass. Then peering at me with those big, blue eyes, asked, "Are we still on for next Saturday?"

"Only if you wear nothing but a raincoat. I'll be very disappointed if you wear anything more."

"What if I don't have a raincoat," she said, slyly. Her face was lit up by her elfish smile. She didn't bother to cover the creases that formed along her cheeks, which made me happy.

"I guess you'll just have to come naked," I answered.

"Hmm, we'll see," she said, laughingly, as she skipped out the door.

For the rest of the afternoon, I thought it would be a good idea if Karen and I got out of the house, and suggested we go to the local coffee shop.

Karen was digging through her closet looking for something to wear, when I noticed her figure, "Holy shit, babe, you've really lost weight."

I knew we were both losing weight over the past couple of weeks, but I hadn't realized how much until now. She smiled at my compliment, but said with a hint of sarcasm, "It's about time you noticed."

"When did this start happening? You go on a diet or something?"

"No, I just haven't been hungry lately, that is until this morning." She started to giggle, "I guess over the past couple of weeks, with my low appetite and all that fucking we've been doing, the pounds have really melted off, but it sucks."

"Sucks, what the hell do you mean, sucks?"

"Oh, it doesn't suck, suck. It's just that I've dropped so much weight none of my clothes fit me. Everything I put on makes me look like a frumpy, old, bag lady."

"I guess after coffee, we're going to have to buy you some new clothes."

She looked at me, stunned, before running up and throwing herself onto me. In one smooth motion she straddled my waist, locking her legs behind me. Kissing me hard, she said, "You mean it. How many new clothes? And shoes, can I get new shoes?"

"As many as you need."

"Can you help me pick them out?"

It wasn't an odd question. Karen knew I liked shopping with her about as much as I liked watching paint dry, and I always tried to get out of the duty whenever she went to the stores. Unfortunately for me, she wanted me there when she bought things, and was always disappointed when I cut her loose in the mall. I think it turned her on a little when she modeled things for me. I called it her 'Neiman Marcus school of foreplay.'

"I think I can spare the time."

With her arms and legs, she pulled into me hard, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. Rubbing her groin against my cock, she had it rock hard in no time. I pushed us up against her closet door for support as I fished a hand between us, trying to slide her panties to one side. There was a loud rip. 

"Oops," I laughed, "Looks like one of our stops will be to Victoria's Secret."

"Oh, don't forget the French maid outfit. When I'm wearing it, you can check my temperature with that fat cock as I bend over the stove."

I teased, "Orally or rectally?"

"How about both," she said, not missing a beat. Latching back onto my tongue, she sucked on it as if she were sucking on my member.

'Versatility' being her middle name, Karen reached down for my cock to help guide me in, while still sucking on my tongue.

"Oh, put that big, fat cock into me," she whimpered, breathlessly. Her 'me' came out like a loud squeal as I slid into her.

She grunted loudly as I pushed all the way in. A wide-eyed expression of surprised bliss covered her face, as the rounded 'O' of her lips morphed into an opened-mouth grin. The euphoria began washing over her, unabated.

I slammed into her hard, banging her into the closet door repeatedly. Jesus, she was into it. Whether it was her back or the back of her head banging into the door, she just kept saying, "Fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me hard. Oh, fuck me hard with that fat cock!"

Toward the end of our fuck-session, she leaned her head against the door. Roughly squeezing her breasts, she moaned, "Oh, that's how I want it, baby. Harder...Fuck me..." Again her last 'me' trailed away into a squeal of delight as I felt her legs loosening their grip around me.

"That was quick," I said, laughingly.

"Oh, my god," she said, breathless, "We should always do it standing up."

"Remind me to take you shopping more often."

"If you think it's fun now, wait until we get back."

Sliding down to her knees, she took a firm hold at the base of my cock and playfully waved it in front of her face, saying, "Was I too quick for baby? Didn't baby get to come yet? Momma was a naughty slut coming so quick."

She devoured my cock in one, quick lunge, and began working her head back and forth as if it were attached to a piston rod running at red line. After plying her mouth like a mechanical suction pump, she pulled back to hand stroke me with equally intense fervor, slathering large gobs of her saliva everywhere along my cock. Spitting more saliva onto it, she added those words that were magic to my ears, "God, I can't get enough of your cock." Then back into her mouth she threw me, sucking as fast and as forcefully as humanly possible.

I felt my knees buckling, and leaned my head against the closet door to garner some measure of support. She pulled me out again. Spitting more saliva onto my cock, she stroked it until the head swelled far beyond normal, causing it to glow purple and scarlet against the pale color of her cheeks.

"Fuck my mouth," she barked, "Fuck my mouth like you fucked my cunt!"

Her words ignited my soul. I grabbed her by the temples and thrust into her, banging her head against the door. I jammed it all the way in making her gag. She pushed back on me as she coughed great rending gasps, throwing spit in all directions. Choking back more of her saliva, she barked again with strange bravado, "Is that all you got. Fuck my face with that fat cock!"

We were both in full slut mode, and I gave my bitch, cunt of a wife exactly what she wanted, and I didn't give a fuck if she choked on it or not, "You want it, cunt? Then take it," I rasped. Shoving back into her mouth, I grabbed a hunk of her hair and pulled her head forcefully against my stomach.

She took it all this time without gagging. I repeatedly thrust into her mouth hard and fast. Her cheeks, sunken in to the extreme, buckled at the intense suction she was exerting all around me. I continually slammed her head against the door, but I hardly heard the 'thumps' over her loud, forced breathing as she sucked as much air as she could through her nostrils, all the while maintaining a tight seal with her lips.

"Here it comes, you slutty cunt!"

She pushed me back again. Looking down into her eyes, I saw two obsidian-like orbs staring back at me. She laughed, almost fiendishly, while yelling, "Jerk that cum over my face. I want to bathe in it! I love it when you treat me like a slutty cunt!"

I had never known myself to come so fast, so furious, and with so much volume before. Great and heavy cords of cum blasted out of me, plastering everywhere about her face. She moaned excitedly each time another jet found its mark, and they did, often. I covered those black orbs first, then continued to lay a thick coat that covered most of her face from her eyes down to her lips. When I finished, cum dripped thickly off her and onto her chest. She took hold of my cock, and scooped up large gobs of cum that had already started to congeal from her face. She put my semen laden member in her mouth and repeatedly sucked the cum off me, and continued to do this until little was left on her face. I sighed heavily, and intoned, "Definitely remind me to take you shopping more."

"Oh baby, this is nothing. Just wait until we get back."

******************

The coffee shop was packed, even for a Sunday. We were standing in line four customers deep, but we didn't mind.

Karen, in her search for something to wear, found an old pair of jeans tucked back in one of her drawers. She hadn't worn them since we were first married, but she slid into them easily. Donning a red, latex ballet top, she covered herself in one of my old jean jackets that was three sizes too big for her. Standing in front of me in the bedroom, she asked, "How do I look?"

It took all my strength of will not to rip all her clothes off and fuck her brains out, again. "You look absolutely beautiful," I said, finally.

Now, standing in line, she clutched strongly at my arm. The glow of a woman who had just been fucked well emanated off her face for all to see. All of the men sitting around the café noticed her, and knew she had been satisfied. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, seeing the jealous looks on the men, and even on some of the women, as they stared at Karen beaming the great fuck and suck we had given to each other. The most beautiful woman in the place stood tightly by my side and I had satisfied her, and it killed them all with envy. More importantly, she would look at no other, except to me. She whispered nonsensical things interspersed with sexual innuendo into my ear while biting my earlobe. When I'd whisper what I would do to her when we got back home, she would seductively bump her hip into mine. We were twenty again, carefree, and absorbed in nothing but ourselves.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 10



The line crept forward, slowly.

I looked around, and at a corner table saw a young woman. She was no more than twenty-five, with long, auburn colored hair. Even from this distance, I saw the faint trace of freckles donning her nose and cheeks. She wore large, tortoise-shell glasses, and her face was buried deep in a book. I'm not sure how or why, but she captivated me. Maybe it was the sweet innocence she tried to hide under the cover of false maturity. As if reading so overtly in public while trying to ignore those around her would signal a sense of aloof maturity to others. I felt that surge of power, again.

Thoughts of her reeled in my mind—oh, such delicious thoughts:

She opened her legs wide for me. Her auburn hair spilling over her shoulders and across her firm, young breasts as she fingered herself in anticipation of my tongue, my lips, or my cock. I saw nothing but freckles, her childlike freckles, covering her chest and breasts, as I suck on them. She pushed them out further, offering her hardened nipples so that I might play with them with greater ease. I pushed my cock between her breasts as she clamped those soft mounds around me, heightening my pleasure; shifting them gently against my shaft while opening her mouth for the gift I was about to give...

She looked up from her book. I captured her eyes. Holding her in my gaze, I continued to think those salacious thoughts of her with me. Finally, she lowered her head. The telltale blush of scarlet covered her cheeks and neck, masking her freckles. I saw her swallow hard, as she closed her book to look out the window.

The line moved up again.

There was Kimberly, lovely Kimberly, the barista for the day. Her dark eyes intent on the order at hand, plying the espresso maker and steam with equal expertise. Taking orders as she filled the previous one with no thought or hesitation. Money changing hands expertly, orders filled correctly, with no flaw evident in her delivery.

I was a regular and knew her quite well. We would chat innocuous pleasantries while she filled my order each morning. She had long, dark hair—raven dark that extended down to her waist. Her skin was pure, smooth, and olive colored—she must be of Italian descent, maybe Greek, definitely Mediterranean, I thought. When she looked at you, her dark eyes melted any anxiety you might be feeling at the start of the day. Such a simple thing as a simple order of coffee, and you felt glad to be alive just by the look of her eyes.

...I pictured those eyes looking up at me. Her long hair, wrapped tightly around my arm as I pulled her lustful, opened mouth onto my cock. Such a vision of innumerable lust in her eyes as she swallowed me whole...

She stared at me as she filled the previous order. Her lips parted slightly. I saw perspiration along her brow and neck. The erotic scene augmented by the steam from the espresso maker wafting over her face.

Swallowing hard, she asked, "Hi Mister Henry. What can I do for you?"

I smiled, trying not to further the sexual implications of her last question, and said, "The usual Kim, and a toffee nut latte for my sweet wife."

...I continued to stare at her with visions whirling through my mind of her mouth gripped tightly around me as I slowly pumped in and out of her...

She set about filling my order, and quit inexplicably asked, "Do you want room for cock..."

...I pictured Kim slow stroking my cock as forceful jets of cum shot into her open mouth and extended tongue, and across her creamy-textured, olive face...

She caught her verbal blunder, and blushed, "I mean room for cum..."

I smiled at her, knowingly.

She stopped herself again in mortifying embarrassment. Slowly, and with great strain in her voice, she pushed out the words correctly, "Do...You...Want...Room...For...Cream?

I beamed at her, "You know I always take it black, Kimberly," then leaning close to her, I teased her with a whisper, "You know, you don't have to talk dirty to me for a good tip. Your wonderful service is enough."

She was flummoxed and tried to regain her composure but embarrassed herself further, "I would love servicing you...That didn't come out right...I mean, I'd love it if I could service you...Shit! Brian, would you take over for a minute?"

Just then, Karen tapped me on the shoulder, "Do you see that girl?"

Still looking at Kimberly as she quickly made her way to the ladies' room, I said, "Oh yes, I see her."

Karen smacked my arm, "Not her you dope, the one over in the corner."

I looked over to where Karen indicated. It was the table where the auburn haired girl sat, but it was empty.

Karen looked around the coffee shop, "Funny, she was sitting right there. A pretty young woman with reddish-brown hair and freckles."

"What about her?"

Karen leaned close to my ear, whispering, "She was staring straight at you. I mean hard. And I swear she was almost playing with herself."

I looked at her as if she had just started walking upright.

"I'm not kidding," she said, defensively.

A table had just opened up on the outside veranda as I paid for the coffees. Settling into our seats under a colorful canopy and an overcast sky, I said to Karen, jokingly, "So, what you're telling me is I can make young women cream in their panties, just from my looks."

"I swear to you. She was looking right at you and had her hand on a boob, and she wasn't being too sly about it either. And by the look on her face, I swear she was going to put a hand down her panties at any second. Right there in front of everyone."

"Oh, come on, Karen," I said, incredulously.

She held up a hand in a silent gesture of, 'God's honest truth.' Then a look crossed her face. It was only for a moment, but I didn't like what I saw. It wasn't just a look of jealousy, but one of jealous loathing, as if she hated me because of some other woman's 'supposed' interest in me. Our wonderfully, loving, cuddly mood was shattered in an instant. Karen remarked, barely concealing her contempt, "I guess I'll have to keep an eye on you from now on."

I couldn't let her rebuke go by, unchallenged, "I would think between the two of us, you would be the last one having a jaundiced eye."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I've never given you cause to worry that I might dip my wick in someone else's honey pot behind your back."

Karen sat back in her chair in frustration, "All right, can we at least talk about 'it' for once. I'm getting tired of your snotty little innuendoes on occasion."

I kept my voice low, but it was hard for me to hide my growing anger, "Why do women always feel the need to talk about 'it?' Just when a guy finally puts the shit that's ripping him open into a deep hole, and starts to cover it up with a little bit of dirt so he no longer feels like slitting his wrists, you broads feel the need to dredge it all up again by wanting to 'talk about it.' I swear it's some sick, sadistic, mind-fuck game you all like playing on us."

"We need to talk about it because it still bothers you. I can see it in your face right now. I saw it there, the other night with Mark. Every time we're watching a movie or TV show and one of the characters is having an affair, I see that look come over you, and I feel bad."

"Poor baby, it makes 'you' feel bad. Don't you mean uncomfortable, because that 'look' reminds you of what you did?"

She didn't answer, and just looked down at the table.

"Yeah, it bothers me. It still fucking hurts..."

She cut me off, which was a mistake, "Then let's talk about it for Pete's sake."

"Okay, let's talk about it," I began to say with dripping contempt, "Tell me, did you let him fuck you in the ass the first time, or did you at least wait a while until you got comfortable with him?"

She lowered her eyes again, and stayed silent.

"Come on. You wanted to talk about it, so let's talk. How many times did he fuck you in your tight ass? How many times did you beg him to fuck your mouth after he made you squirt? How did he taste? Did you let him come on your face, or did he taste too good for that and you swallowed?"

Tears started running down her cheeks, "That's not want I meant by talking. I thought you would want to know why."

"No, you wanted to talk about what was bothering 'you' about it, not what was bothering me."

"Then why do you want to talk about 'that' stuff for?"

"I don't want to talk about any of it, you do. But, if I have to talk about it, then I'm going to tell you about 'that stuff,' because it's 'that stuff' that bothers me. It's what rips me open from time to time. It's the reason for my look." I paused for a moment thinking about the can of worms she just opened, then told her what was really bothering me, "Do you think it's easy for me to walk out the door every morning for work, and not think about you going off again to satisfy your itch I can't seem to scratch?"

"You told me you forgave me," she said, defensively. It was her roundabout way of telling me I didn't have to worry about someone else scratching her itch.

I ignored her comment for the moment, "You want to know what else I was thinking, now that were talking about it? I'm thinking back over those months you were fucking Kendall, and I can't remember once during that whole period where you kissed or even touched me, let alone wanted to fuck me. Tell me since we're telling each other things, was that out of some form of guilt you carried around, or was it because if you had fucked me, it would've been like committing adultery on your lover?"

Thinking back on that first meeting with Beetlesmith, I realized that part of the reason I had taken him up on his offer was Karen's low sexual desire for me during the time of her affair. It wasn't the main factor, but it was in the back of my mind at the time, and nudged me in the direction of using the drug. Ordinarily, I would never have done such a thing, accept an unknown substance from a stranger and administer it unwittingly to my wife and friend. For all I knew at the time, Beetlesmith could have been some psycho who got his jollies poisoning the unsuspecting. Yet, I accepted the elixir from him, looking desperately for anything that might renew Karen's interest in me. As such, and in some small way, Karen was partly responsible for our current predicament with the elixir.

I kept these thoughts to myself as Karen screamed an answer to my latest accusation, "God, no! How could you think that?" A number of patrons turned their heads to look at us. Karen dropped her voice before continuing, "It wasn't like that and I would never think that. I was just in a low point then, and treated everyone badly, especially you. I'm sorry, but I was just being an arrogant asshole that whole time."

I said sarcastically, "No baby, you were being too much of a cunt to be an asshole."

I wasn't trying to be funny, but I must have touched her funny bone, because she put her hand over her mouth and laughed, which got me laughing as well. Strange how that word now elicits either absolute arousal or lighthearted mirth from her. We were both changing, and none more than Karen.

She was still laughing, and said while nodding her head, "You're right, I was being a cunt." She dropped her voice down to a whisper when she said the magic word. I couldn't help but find her mannerism cute, and oh, so erotic.

I took her hands in mine, and said, "I love it when you talk dirty," then leaning to her ear, I whispered, "Tell me what you are again."

She pulled my ear closer to her mouth, and whispered back, "I'm such a dirty, horny cunt, and I want you to fuck me in my dripping, hot cunt until I shit gumdrops." She put an exclamation point on her statement by biting my earlobe, before kissing me deeply.

I sighed before explaining my earlier statement to her, "As for what you asked before, I do forgive you. But, you have to understand it's going to take me a lot longer to forget. And I will forget, eventually, or at least get to a point where it doesn't bother me so much. In the meantime, I am going to give you those looks on occasion. I'm only human, Karen. I can't help myself sometimes. No matter how hard I try."

"Maybe if you cared to ask me why it happened, you could get over it quicker. But you never seemed to care enough to ask."

"You're right, I didn't ask, but not for the reasons you think. If I asked you why you fell into an affair with Kendall that would led me to the next, logical question, and I didn't want to hear the answer to that."

"What logical question?"

I looked at her long and hard before answering, "Come on Karen, is it really that easy to fall into a six-month-long affair on the first try?"

She knew exactly what I meant, and said with all sincerity, "Will, you have to believe me, there was no one else but Roger. It was my one and only mistake. Please Will...Please believe me." She began to sob quietly. I suppose out of both frustration and guilt.

That was the problem. I wanted to believe her, but how could I? My trust in her had been broken. That's why I never asked her 'why' or why I never asked her about others, even though both questions were often on my mind. No matter how she answered or what she answered, I wouldn't have believed her. Oh, she was slowly building back my trust, but it was going to take more time. I also knew that when I trusted her again I would be able to forget.

I didn't answer her with what she needed to hear, that 'I believed her,' because it would have been an obvious lie that I couldn't conceal. Instead, I took her hand in both of mine again, and said gently, "Shhh, don't cry, baby. Look at me...Look at me. I am forgetting about it, slowly but surely, with each day. Have patience. Don't get me wrong, you're going to have to accept my little digs now and then, but before long they'll start to become fewer and farther between. Eventually I'll get over them for good."

She nodded her head while giving me a small smile of relief. She was going to add something to her smile, but before she could, I said, "You know there's something you never cared to ask me in all this, either."

"What?" she asked, sniffing back her tears.

I smiled at her, "Didn't you ever wonder why I stayed with you after finding out?"

She laughed, hesitantly, and then said, "Like you, I was afraid of the answer."

I leaned over and kissed her. It was supposed to be a light peck to give her assurance, but she grabbed my head and held me tight against her lips. I could taste the salt of her tears. When she released me, I said, "You dope, you shouldn't have been. The answer may have surprised even you."

I offered her my hand as we got up to leave. She clutched at my arm again, and again we were twenty, and the world and everything in it was ours.

******************

Just then, the sky opened up into a tremendous downpour. The rain was unusually cold for mid-spring as Karen and I rushed to get in the car, laughing and getting soaked the whole way. It was then that I caught sight of the freckle-faced, auburn-haired girl standing at the street corner. She was drenched and cold waiting for the signal to let her cross. I felt that surge of power again, stronger. This time, however, it felt different, as if a new power was awakening in me, born from Karen's jealous observations of the young woman, and from my own with Kimberly.

I called out to her as I opened the rear door of my car, "Care for a ride?"

She recognized me and hesitated for a moment, but the cold rain drove her toward me. She gave me a loud, "Thank you," before diving into the back seat.

Karen recognized her immediately. Considering that the auburn-haired girl indirectly instigated our last fight, Karen was none too pleased that I was giving her a ride. That jealousy of hers was back, as she looked at me sideways. This time I didn't take her look as an offense. 'That's right honey,' I thought, 'Time to push this envelop to the test. You, me, and the auburn girl are going to have some fun.'

I always like to take advantage of opportunities when they present themselves, and this driving rain coupled with the close confines of the car was an excellent opportunity. Moments ago, I had witnessed two young women exhibit the most unusual, erotic behavior when I stared at them in the coffee shop, Kimberly and this one. It was as if they could read my thoughts, or, more accurately, I could project my thoughts into their minds, while filling them with an insatiable desire for me. It sounds farfetched, I know, but given what has been happening of late...

I looked at her in the rearview mirror while saying, "My name's Will. This is my wife, Karen."

"Hi, I'm Beth. Thanks much for the ride. I was getting soaked...and cold."

"Where can we take you, Beth?"

"My apartment's about three blocks east, right on Porter."

I had to take my time driving. The rain was coming down so hard it was almost impossible for me to see out the windshield even with the wipers at full tilt. As I drove, periodically I looked back at her in the rearview mirror. At first, she just kept looking out the window, seemingly oblivious to my gaze, but on my third glance, I saw that she was staring back at me. I held her eye for as long as safety would allow, while thinking those naughty thoughts about her.

A lean and hungry look came over her face as I continued to stare at her, the kind I've seen in Karen lately. Really, the kind of look I've seen in all my women lately. Could I really be influencing people in such a way? Even influencing those who never took the drug, like Cope and now Beth?

At the next red light, I stared back at her, thinking about fucking her tits as I had in the coffee shop. Her eyes suddenly went wide, and she parted her lips as if she needed to draw more air through her mouth. It was done involuntarily, I think, because when I saw her hand crawling up her blouse in order to fondle her breasts, she caught herself at the last moment, and quickly put her hand down. She turned away from the rearview mirror, panting.

When I stared back at her at the next light, she was already looking at me in the rearview. Unbelievably, she had her skirt jack up to her waist, spreading her legs wide and showing me the growing wet spot on her panties. I smiled at her, and she smiled back licking her lips. I thought hard about the same scenario, but this time I pictured Karen's head, buried between Beth's legs.

Karen stirred next to me. I continued to watch Beth as she slid a hand into her panties, while I felt Karen's hand fondling the growing bulge in my pants. Karen slid closer to me, and placed my free hand between her legs. Even through the heavy jeans she was wearing I could discern warm, heavy moisture.

Karen whispered, "Maybe we should skip the mall."

"Maybe," I said, as I turned down Porter. I saw an open spot and parked the car. "Or maybe it's time for a late lunch."

Karen noticed I was staring into the rearview. When she turned around to look at our passenger, she gasped.

Beth had removed her panties, and was running her fingers through her public hair. She stared hard into my eyes while seemingly ignoring Karen's gaze. Slipping two fingers into her pussy, she quite nonchalantly brought them up to her mouth and sucked on them.

I said to Beth, "Tell my wife what you want, sweetheart."

In as pleasing a little girl's voice as one could imagine, she said, "Please suck me until I come."

Karen continued to stare unbelieving with mouth agape. I kissed her on that mouth, closing it. Then I told her, "Go on, she wants you."

In a flash, Karen's mood changed from one of shocked surprise into absolute, unabashed arousal. Serpent-like, Karen slid up over the front seat, then down the other side, putting her head between Beth's legs.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 10



The torrent continued outside, and coupled with the tinted windows of my car, made it difficult for anyone to see us inside. Regardless of the fact that we really couldn't be seen, our open and near public display of raw sex was pushing Karen and I into new levels of erotic decadence, exemplified by the loud kissing and sucking sounds Karen made as she feasted on Beth's vulva.

Karen, positioned as she was with her legs dangling back into the front compartment, allowed me to remove her jeans and panties. I spread her cheeks wide and buried my tongue into her vitals. First, tonguing her ass, and then sticking it as far as I could into her pussy. Karen already had Beth moaning like a whore. I continued to wade into Karen's sweetness with renewed enthusiasm. I don't know what it was, the pseudo-public sex, the twenty-year old something who was forcing my wife's head further between her legs, or the bald texture of Karen's vulva and perineum on my tongue and lips, but I was overcome with desire and devoured her pussy in large, sucking bites. Forcing her legs and cheeks wide with my hands, I took great, sloppy licks from her clit up to her ass. When I sucked forcefully on her clit, I would bury my nose into her pussy, smearing her all over my face. When I pushed deep into her pussy with my tongue, I got extreme pleasure grinding my nose against her slick asshole. Karen squealed at that treatment, and started doing something to Beth to make our passenger squeal as well. Then, I just buried my tongue into her ass, while rubbing a finger and thumb along her clit and in her pussy. When I felt the first spurt, I sat back, and continued to thumb fuck and rub her through the orgasm—all the while enjoying the sultry, sex-filled scene as her fluids dribbled down my hand and onto the leather seat below.

"Get all the way in the back, baby," I finally said to Karen, as her orgasmic trembling began to wane.

The two shifted around so that Beth was reclined along the back seat, her head on the armrest of the door. So positioned, now I could see what Karen was doing to make her squeal. She had three of her fingers fucking Beth's pussy, while running a lascivious tongue slowly across her clit. Beth's legs were shaking uncontrollably and obscenely. To quiet them, she wrapped each around Karen's head, pulling my wife closer and harder between her young legs.

Looking down at Beth I told her to take off her blouse and bra. Her breasts were full and firm, capped with ruby colored nipples the size of half-dollars. Freckles covered her upper chest, their light brown coloration contrasting seductively with the overall paleness of her skin.

"Play with your tits for me, Beth."

She pushed her chest out and lewdly stroked at them, massaged them, smashed them together as she pulled on her large nipples.

"Is my wife doing a good job?"

She nodded her head, and moaned softly as Karen filled the young one's cunt with a forth finger. I had my pants off by this time, and got in the back with the two women. I sat, straddling Beth's chest, slipping my cock between her mounds.

"Spit on it sweetheart...that's good, but spit on it again. You need to get it nice and slick." When it looked like there was enough saliva covering me, I said, "You know what to do, don't you."

She folded those lovely mounds over my cock and gently shuffled them back and forth. She was so young, and her tits were so very smooth and firm. They felt as a warm, wet pussy, slicked up as they were with my cock nestled between them. The build up to my climax started quickly and rose quickly. Her massaging technique was creating a fast boil. All of this was augmented by my visual of her. Her angelic, innocent, freckled face with lips parted seductively, inches from my cock. The effect of that image of her was like turning a burner on high under an already scalding cauldron.

I told her to open her mouth a little wider so that I could push my head in for her to suck. When she got it good and wet again, I returned to her breasts. She pushed herself harder against me, as she flicked strong fingers across her erect nipples, all while brushing her wet tongue across my cock-head each time it jutted free of her tits.

I was close, but Beth was closer. I heard Karen loudly sucking on her clit, the noise of which was rivaling the patter of the rain on the hood of the car. Beth arched her back into me, almost lifting me up from the force of her body's inflection. Her mouth opened wide, as she uttered an abrupt, yet loud, "Oh," before her body came to rest back down on the seat.

Turning around to see what Karen had done, she continued to slow stroke Beth's clitoris as she removed all five of her fingers. I don't think she actually fisted Beth, but I bet she tried. Fisted or not, the visual was too much for me. I took over the reins form Beth, and crushed her tits tighter around my cock, while adding my own thrusting motion.

Being the gentleman that I am, I gave her fair warning.

It was another magical moment, and just as I envisioned it back in the coffee shop. Beth opened her mouth about halfway and stuck out her tongue to catch me. Fortunately, for the sweet thing, I had neither the force nor the volume that I had earlier with Karen. I did shoot a few, well targeted ropes that landed delicately, and with a soft 'splat'sound, along her upper lip and tongue. She smiled up at me when I was done, licking the few strands away that still hung down off her lip. I scooped up some that had landed by her neck with my cock, and offered it to her. She sucked on me, hungrily.

After bending over to kiss her, I pulled her up with me into a sitting position. At the same time, I pushed Karen back into a reclined position, saying to her, "Now it's your turn." Shifting off to the side, I kneeled on the floor of the car alongside of Karen. As I kissed her and kneaded her breasts, Beth wasted no time diving into Karen's saturated pussy.

Karen's face lit up like an erotic Christmas tree at Beth's treatment, her eyes shutting tightly as her mouth broke out into an indecently wide, opened-mouth grin. Karen clamped her hands on either side of Beth's head, pulling the young one tighter into her groin.

I had to look at what Beth was doing to her. Her mouth had nearly enveloped Karen's vulva, save for Karen's clit that protruded out from its protective sheath. Given how Beth's jaw muscles rippled along her taut cheeks, I could only guess that her tongue was working hard, fast, and deep into Karen's pussy. All the while, Beth's shiny, freckled nose inadvertently tickled at Karen's clitoris. The nose tickle had Karen roughly pushing Beth's head to and fro, trying any way possible to increase the sensation on her button.

"How does my wife taste?"

Beth mumbled something inaudible—her tongue was busy with other things.

"Let me taste her on you."

She lifted her head, panting rapidly. Karen's arousal lay heavily about her lips and chin. Her face was so flushed from exertion and sexual excitement that her freckles were nearly camouflaged by the scarlet hue donning her cheeks and forehead.

I licked Karen's arousal from Beth's chin before pushing my tongue into her mouth. She clamped her lips hard against me, sucking all the flavor from me.

Holding Karen's outer labia apart to expose her swollen clit to Beth, I said, "She loves it when you nibble hard at her button."

She deftly held Karen's clit between teeth and lips while flicking a teasing tongue across her now, stationary target. Pulling her clit further away from Karen's body with her lips, Karen arched her back in pleasure, screaming, "Jesus!" so that all of heaven, as well as the any pedestrian who wandered passed, knew she was coming.

Karen wasn't done with Beth. She scooted herself up, so that she sat on her heels, just as Denise had done last night. Pulling Beth's head firmly into her groin, she crocked lustily at me, "When I'm done with this little cunt, I want you to fuck me."

Looking hard at her, I could see Karen's dilated pupils even in the low light of the car. I felt something wrong, something terrible grip me. It was a feeling born from the snotty, demanding tone Karen had taken with me, and I didn't like it—neither her tone, nor my newly acquired emotion.

Without realizing what I was doing, I grabbed Karen's hair and yanked her close to my face, while saying, "First you, cunt. Suck that cock like a good little cunt, and maybe I'll fuck the other cunt for you!"

I was swept away by it all, and Karen along with me. I was no longer analyzing or caring what was happening to the two of us, and it was as if Karen and I were no longer in control of ourselves.

I threw her head down onto my cock. She didn't gag this time, as I rammed myself in until I could feel her forced, nasal breathing coming hot against my stomach.

I pulled her off me, and still holding her by the hair I looked into those black orbs, and said, "Don't ever make demands on me again, cunt!" She threw her head back and laughed wickedly as if my admonishment of her was what she wanted all along. Then, she lunged back onto me cock to continue sucking me with extreme fervor. Karen was a redlining suction pump again, just like earlier at home. Along with sucking voraciously on me, she was pulling Beth's head up and down across her pussy with both of her hands. Every now and again, she would spit me out of her mouth, and lay a barrage of guttural slurs onto Beth's head, "Little cunt thinks she can fuck my man, I bet."

She pulled Beth's head up. Karen's juice smeared thickly on the younger woman's face, while her eyes bulged out in surprise by the behavior of both of us. Karen made her look up into her eyes, "Didn't you hear me? Does the little, slutty cunt want my man to stick it in?" Beth just nodded her head. Karen threw back her head again and laughed maniacally before continuing, "Of course you do. All of you little sluts want him, but eat my pussy first, bitch. I want to come again."

She pushed Beth back between her legs, before she went back to sucking on me as if it were her life's sustenance.

I felt my climax beginning to rise. Pulling Karen off me again, I asked with force, "You get my cock slicked up for the little twat?"

She smiled at me wickedly, "Fuck her...Please Sir! Make her scream!"

There was just enough room for me to squeeze in behind Beth. I teased her at first by slapping my cock hard up into her pussy and clitoris, sending lewd, abrupt waves of pleasure throughout her groin, all while saying, "Let me hear you sucking on my wife's sweet pussy."

She sucked so that the sound of her lips popping off Karen's clit and labia reverberated loudly within the car. I laughed, and complemented her, "Oh, that's so nice. I love hearing my little sluts playing with each other."

I didn't hold back once I entered her warm pussy. Grabbing her hips firmly, I pushed and pulled on her hard. Each time I pulled her back into me, I would thrust forward, meeting her halfway with a loud 'slap' as the backs of her legs made contact with my thighs. Naturally, as I pulled Beth into me, she was pulled farther away from Karen. Karen responded in turn, by yanking Beth's head back between her legs. Poor Beth soon became a helpless rope in our perverted tug-of-war, but she moaned and laugh with glee over the treatment.

I'm not sure what possessed either of us, but Karen started to get rough with her. Each time I pulled the young one into me and away from Karen, Karen would slap her cheek. Not too hard, but hard enough that I could hear a sharp 'click' sound as the flat of her fingers made contact with Beth's face. For each slap, Karen reprimanded the younger woman, telling her gruffly to put her mouth back on her pussy and to leave it there.

Beth, probably regretting she took me up on my offer of a ride, whined at Karen's maltreatment at first. However, after a few more slaps, Beth wrapped her arms under and around Karen's hips. Latching on tightly to my wife, she buried her face even deeper into Karen's groin.

"Such a good girl," Karen said.

Infused with the same malicious sexual desire that had gripped Karen, I did the same to Beth's business end, slapping her ass at any minor provocation. My slaps were hard, much harder than what I done to Karen and Denise the night before. The sound of the blows reverberated loudly in the close quarters of the car, and each time Beth yelp in pain in answer. I soon had both of her cheeks glowing cherry, and for each blow landed, I felt Beth squirt a little in orgasm.

Between the two of us, Karen was the first to arrive at Nirvana. I saw her face break out into a wild-eyed grin just before she started to spasm. She continued to smear Beth's face against her squirting pussy until the spasms had run their course.

Pulling out of Beth, I jerked myself to a climax, shooting heavy, rapid jets of cum onto her pussy and all across her ass. As my climax ebbed, I grabbed Karen by the hair, and yanked her down, planting her face directly between Beth's ass cheeks, smearing her face with my cum. I continued to watch as Karen sucked and licked my ejaculate off our young captive's backside, when everything about me went dark...

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The next thing I know, Karen and I are in the front seat, fully dressed while Beth lay on her stomach in the backseat, naked and panting hard. I looked over at Karen, but she didn't react as if anything odd had happened. Instead, she was preoccupied with straightening her hair and touching up her lipstick in the mirror of her visor. When she turned and smiled over at me sweetly, I could see that her pupils were still dilated. She must have seen an odd look on my face, because she squinted at me, asking, "What's wrong?"

I just shook my head and smiled back at her, then turning my attention to Beth, asked, "Hey sweetheart, are we close to your apartment?"

She continued to lie as if dead, saying dreamily, "I don't know. I think so."

I patted and squeezed her ass to get her moving, and noted that Karen had done a fine job cleaning me off her, "Come on sweetheart, best you head home. Besides, people can see into the car if they have a mind."

Beth dressed quickly once I got her moving. She was about to open the door to get out when I gave her one of my business cards. I'm still not sure why.

"On the back is our home number and my cell. In case you need us for anything, or just want to have some more fun."

She didn't take the card at first, and just stared at it for a long moment. Then snatching it out of my hand, she said before stepping onto the curb, "Five, five, eight, forty-seven, fifty. I'm free most evenings; but if not, I'll make time."

Karen and I watched her wobble up the street a ways before she ducked into a two story building about a hundred feet from where I had parked. I sat quietly for a while, thinking. Actually, sweating and thinking. How could something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?

It was the new, 'new normal,' as a new standard was set and a new reality shifted into place.

Nothing made any sense to me. I felt suspended somewhere between heaven and hell, floating free, and my only tether was to an unstable reality that changed with each new day. My new reality was still hard for me to grasp, that I could influence and command those around me. Could there be any more doubt? However, each time I came to that conclusion my mind would scream, 'Impossible!' Then again, why would it be impossible? Hasn't my life for the past couple of weeks been turning the impossible into the probable, and the unusual into the normal? Then again, how did I end up in the front seat, fully clothed with no memory of the event? The feelings of lust mixed with loathing—my new duality—washed over me again as it had last night.

Yes, I was tethered to a shifting reality, but that reality had to stabilize eventually, didn't it? I rationalized that it must. The key was to accept the gift as real. Forget everything else. Forget all of the moral, ethical, logical and rational connotations of its meaning, and just accept it as real—that I could command all those about me to do my bidding!

Why, then, if I accepted what was happening as real, did I still fear this new gift, this strange side-effect of the elixir? Because each time I felt that surge of power, I lost something of myself. I felt out of control. Indeed, I felt like I was truly speeding down that twisting mountain road into oblivion. This begs the question, and the true reason for my angst: how could I really control others while at the same time lose control of myself?

I came out of my thoughts when I heard Karen ask, "What in the hell just happened?"

Her dilated pupils were gone, replaced with a wide-eyed look of panic. Such a stark contrast to the more blissful smile she had given me a moment ago. She was also speeding down that mountain road with me. Even though she didn't realize it with her head, she certainly felt something wrong in her heart.

I couldn't answer her with the truth, not yet anyway. Instead, I deflected her question with subterfuge, "You were wrong earlier. It was you she was staring at in the coffee shop, not me."

"Me?"

"The minute she got into the car, her eyes were on you, and they stayed glued to you as she took her panties off. Remember, you were the first one she beckoned into the back seat." The slack-jawed look she had on earlier was back. I kissed her on the mouth closing it again, and said, "She was such a nice treat. Thank you."

Karen stopped questioning the incident after that, as a small, sly smile broke out over her face. She hummed a bit to herself as I pulled out into traffic. After a while, she asked, "So, what's next?"

"Let's get you some new clothes."

"You really know how to make me wet," she said, laughingly.

"I'm learning."



Beetlesmith's Ch. 11



My fears lessened when Karen and I were at the mall.

We were in her favorite store, and Karen spent a lovely time, at least for her, modeling different outfits for me. I played along as she wanted me to, throwing in my opinion about each outfit she tried on. I could tell she was getting aroused, but I didn't think it was due to residual effects of the elixir. It was just her normal, turned-on conditioning whenever I played fashion critic to her fashion show.

One of the store clerks was helping Karen. She was an attractive woman. A little younger than Karen and I, but not by much, and as far as I could tell she was single. Between the brief interludes when Karen changed into a new outfit, I would try and sexually arouse the clerk with my thoughts, just as I had supposedly done in the coffee shop and in the car. To my relief, I didn't see any change in her behavior, just a slight, rose coloring in her complexion at times. I attributed that to the warmth of the store, and nothing else. Even Karen noted that it was unusually hot in the dressing rooms.

I laughed at my foolishness earlier in the day. Beth had been an anomaly, and nothing more. It was one of those wonderfully spontaneous encounters that do happen on occasion. They never happened to me before, but there's always a first time. She was attracted to us, and we to her, and things happened. Maybe in our over-sexed state Karen and I sent out some vibe that Beth picked up on, but there wasn't any telepathic power I had used to coerce her into having sex with us. How could I have thought such things? All those feelings I had in the car and my altered perception of reality were just due to coincidence mixed with drug-induced paranoia. They were the same factors that occurred with my fit of 'clairvoyance' from the other night. It was nothing but coincidence and paranoia.

Even though my fears were alleviated, the next day I plan to talk to Mr. Beetlesmith about the 'peculiarities' I've been experiencing. I also wanted to tell him I was going to discontinue using the drug, at least for now. After Karen discovered that my cock had grown nearly an inch, I decided it was time to cut back on its use before a worse physical malady manifested itself. Besides, Karen and I showed no signs of reduced sexual excitement toward each other, which was the most important thing. Given that our libidos were elevated and remained as such, I saw no need to continue using the drug.

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It was Monday. Overall, I was feeling good about the day ahead and the decision I was making. As I made my way to the car for work, I saw our neighbor's daughter, Barbara Grant, cutting the lawn. Karen and I have been good friends of the Grants, Bob and Lisa, ever since they moved next door when Barbara was just fifteen. The Grants were a typical married couple with an only child. Naturally, they were proud of their daughter and her accomplishments, although I thought they doted on her too much. The last time Karen and I had them over, Bob and Lisa went on and on about Barbara's scholarship to the local university that she had earned. The whole time Barbara rolled her eyes in embarrassment. I got a kick out of the whole scene: Barbara's natural and overt, young adult embarrassments toward her parents, and Bob and Lisa's obvious parental pride in their daughter. I couldn't blame any of them for their reactions.

Barbara and I always had a good rapport, even when she was a teenager. She seemed more mature than most kids her age, and because of that, I always treated her more like an adult rather than a child, especially compared to her doting parents. I think that was why she was always friendly toward me and never surly as she was with her parents and other adults on occasion. That wasn't quite fair to Bob and Lisa, though, I could afford the luxury to treat Barb as an adult, whereas they couldn't, or wouldn't. 

When she saw me, she cut the lawnmower off, and waved, "Hey, Mr. Henry."

"How's it going, Barb? How come you're not in class?"

"It's Spring Break," she yelled back.

Ah yes, Spring Break. That time of year when all college twenty-somethings flocked to all points south to make idiots of themselves, usually on national television.

I asked, teasing, "Then how come you're not in Florida?"

She rolled her eyes and tipped her head toward her house. It was a not too subtle hint that her parents weren't going to pony up the money for her debauched week away from home, particularly without a chaperone.

I had to laugh, and silently commended Bob and Lisa on their good judgment. Chances are if Barbara had gone, she would probably be waking up in a hospital about now recovering from alcohol poisoning, or worse. She may be mature for her age, but a week spent away from home surrounded by a bunch of drunk and horny frat boys was just asking for trouble. I just smiled knowingly at her, and headed off to work.

By about ten that morning, Jack dropped by my office informing me that the Board approved of my promotion into Kendall's old position, as well as a handsome raise in salary. I drank the news in for a moment, knowing that Karen and I would want for nothing from now on. However, by about ten o' one Jack was harping on me for information about the next 'dinner party' I was going to stage. I deflected his curiosity, telling him it would be at least a couple of weeks. He made it clear that when the 'party' occurred, he had a couple of female business clients he wished to bring. He made no mention of Denise in his plans. I figured he didn't want the wife to interfere with his 'fun time' the next time. I smiled to myself thinking of this coming Saturday.

As the company's support staff set about moving my stuff into Kendall's old office, I spent the rest of the day in meetings with members of my division, trying to determine how badly Kendall had fucked things up. One thing I learned, besides the fact that it would take me weeks to straighten out Kendall's mess, was that everyone universally disliked him—surprise, surprise. The only one who didn't seem thrilled by Kendall's departure was his office manager, Candice.

Near as I could tell from her personnel file, she had been his office manager for the past four years, and received glowing fitness reports. This surprised me, because relative to other managers with similar years of service and competence, she was grossly underpaid. It seems Kendall liked to twist the knife into everyone who worked for him. She had to know through typical office gossip that her salary didn't match her contemporaries. As such, it surprised me further why she stuck with him for so long. I needed to talk to her about this, as well as inform her I was bumping up her salary to match her colleagues.

Candice was thirty-two. She was taller than Karen, with flaming red hair and a round, cupid face—another freckled face girl, I mused. She was on the heavy side. Not fat really, but plump. What I considered voluptuous. However, I gathered she was always self-conscious about the extra pounds she carried, because she always wore unbecoming, loose-fitting, blousy clothing buttoned all the way up to her collar and cuffs in an attempt to hide the extra weight. It was really too bad, because even with her bulky clothes I could tell she had a seductively, shapely figure, with large, heavy breasts and wide hips—voluptuous, indeed. It was nearly four that afternoon when she poked her concerned head into my office, "Mr. Henry, I know you've been busy, but could I have a moment?"

"Sure Candy, have a seat."

"Oh, please don't call me that."

"Sorry...Candice...And please call me Will during these informal settings."

She ignored my suggestion, and asked, "Sir, what's going to happen with me?" I looked at her quizzically before she clarified herself, "Usually when there's a new boss they bring in their own support staff, and I'm wondering if I should start looking for another position elsewhere in the company."

Funny, it never occurred to me to kick Kendall's office staff and manager to the curb. I took this opportunity to ask her about her feelings toward Kendall. Maybe she was one of the few that liked him, and keeping her as my office manager would cause me problems down the road. "How did you and Kendall get along?" She was apprehensive to answer me. I assumed she thought I was asking a more indelicate, personal question than I was, "What I mean to say: what was your working relationship like?"

Her eyes rolled around the room, as if she were scanning for hidden cameras and microphones, before answering, "To be honest, and I mean no disrespected to you or any of the other executives, but Mr. Kendall was kind of a monkey dick."

Well, that answers one question. I chuckled, "Well, anyone who thinks Kendall's a monkey dick is okay in my book. So, unless you want to go somewhere else, I don't see any problem with you staying as my office manager."

I saw her heave a sigh of relief. I was going to ask her why she stayed with the 'monkey dick' for so long, but decided to wait until I got to know her better. She was about to get up to leave, when I said, "I don't know why, but Kendall really wasn't paying you very well. So effective immediately I'm increasing your salary by thirty percent. That should put you a little bit ahead of the other managers in pay."

She sat dumbfounded. It was easy to read her mind, so I said, "Kendall 'was' an insufferable monkey dick. Fill out all the necessary paperwork for me to sign on your salary increase. Make that the first thing on your 'to do' list tomorrow. Right now, however, I want you to take off what's left of the day and go celebrate."

She left the office floating on air. I still couldn't figure out if she and Kendall had an office thing going. Her whole, former situation didn't add up in my mind, with or without an office fuck. Oh well, can't worry about that now, I needed to see Beetlesmith before he closed for the day.

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Beetlesmith was sitting in his usual spot when I arrived, and I was glad to see he was alone. His face lit up when he saw me, "Mr. Henry, my but it's been awhile since you were last here. Usually my first time customers are back for more elixir before the end of the first week. You're showing remarkable restraint, I must say."

"Well, I have been cautious with it Mr. B, given your warnings to me the last time. It's about those warnings as to why I'm really here."

He gave me a quizzical look. Funny, but after all that thinking, musing, pontificating, and fretting about the elixir, I found myself having a hard time voicing the 'peculiarities' I had experienced now that the expert was in front of me. Worse, as I started to explain my fears aloud and in the full light of day, I thought they sounded ridiculous in the extreme. When I finished with my explanations, I really felt like a jerk when I saw the look of befuddlement unfold across Beetlesmith's face.

He scratched his chin, and said trying to be as polite as possible, "Well, those are strange occurrences Mr. Henry, and I don't have a ready explanation for them. I will say, however, that your increase in size sounds in keeping with the probable physical side effects. You should thank your lucky stars it's your...*ahem*...We can always do with a little bit more in 'that' area. For most of my customers, it's usually the feet that start expanding, as it were. As for your clairvoyant episode and the incident with the little tart at the coffee shop, well I'm at a loss. Are you sure these things really happened the way you describe? The elixir is a rather powerful hypnotic. Sometimes you may perceive things differently than how they actually occurred."

I wasn't sure about anything anymore and just shrugged my shoulders.

"Now as far as your increased libido and sexual stamina even when not under the elixir's direct effects, remember, there's a lag in the body's mental and physical readjustments. These things can't just be turned off as a light switch. The physical and mental effects may last for days, even weeks, although they will lessen over time. That is until the next administration of the drug."

"I don't know Mr. B, it was pretty amazing what was happening, and I certainly felt no slacking in the effects of the elixir. It was as if I had just administered it to the three of us, yet hadn't done so for at least twenty-four hours."

"Twenty-four hours? Well, there you go Mr. Henry. That's hardly enough time for the body to readjust fully back to normal. Also, remember, once you administer the elixir to a person, they will be more receptive to your advances in subsequent days, even when not on the drug. It stands to reason that your wife and this other woman, Denise, would still be compliant the next evening."

Beetlesmith's explanations were persuasive. I was probably overanalyzing and overreacting to many of my so-called, 'peculiar incidents.' That is except for Beth and Cope, who weren't administered the drug. They remained two, very large anomalies in my mind, and I said as much, "I understand what you say about former participants and their continual willingness, and it makes sense. However, that doesn't explain what happened with Beth." I left out telling him about the Cope incident for obvious reasons.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly snapped his fingers and smiled, "Funny, I should have thought of it as a possibility before. Mind you, Mr. Henry, this is just a possibility; however, I have quite an extensive cliental that live in the immediate area. Now, I don't know who this Beth person is, but it could be possible that one of my other clients knows her, if you get my meaning."

I did, and it made perfect sense. Someone else had given her the drug before, maybe even the day before. As such, she would have been far more compliant when Karen and I happened along. It sounds improbable that I crossed paths with a random stranger who also had recently taken the elixir, but it was a more logical explanation than what I had been thinking.

As for Cope, I reasoned that maybe he swung too heavily from the other side of the plate, and I happened to tap into his kink at just the right moment. His supposed bisexuality would explain a lot, particularly his lackluster performance the other night. It may even be the real reason he and Linda divorced. Of course, it had to be that.

After listening to Beetlesmith, it really was idiotic to think I could control Cope's or anyone's actions with my suggestions or thoughts. No, what was going on in my mind was nothing more than paranoia interspersed with occasional happenstance and coincidence. I laughed to myself and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that it was nearing his closing time, I gave Beetlesmith a hearty handshake and was about to leave, when he requested, "Half a moment Mr. Henry, before you leave I have something for you. I'll only be a minute."

I watched as Beetlesmith disappeared into a back room of his shop, and waited...And waited some more. A few minutes soon gave way to twenty, and Beetlesmith had yet to return. I was beginning to wonder if the old eccentric had forgotten about me, when I noticed a neat pile of papers and old ledgers stacked on the counter. What caught my attention was an oddly misplaced sheet of paper that overtly stuck out of the otherwise neat pile. I don't know what possessed me, but I pulled the sheet out to look it over.

It was actually three sheets of paper stapled together, composed of a list of names. It was similar to the list Beetlesmith had given me, a list of all his clients who purchased the elixir. What he called his 'insurance policy.' However, I didn't recognize anyone's name between this list and my own. I assumed that what I held must be an older list. Then I remembered Beetlesmith telling me that he had to cut off several cohorts of clients due to some breech of propriety by one of its members.

"Jesus," I said aloud, "All these poor assholes were cut off the elixir."

I heard rummaging coming from the back room. For some reason, probably out of morbid curiosity, I folded the old list and put it in the breast pocket of my suit jacket. Moments later, Beetlesmith emerged from the back room. As he waddled up to me, he slid two vials of his elixir across the counter, "Sorry it took so long Mr. Henry. It takes time to prepare."

I stared down at the vials, "I'm sorry Mr. B, I didn't come here to buy any of your elixir, and certainly not two vials worth."

"It's a special deal for my very special clients, two for the price of one."

"Really Mr. Beetlesmith, I can't. I don't even have enough money with me to buy one of your vials."

"You can pay me later, Mr. Henry. I insist."

Immediately, my antenna went up. I didn't get it. When I first met him, Beetlesmith was adamantly, 'cash payment up front, or no deal,' and now he was literally giving his elixir away. As I continued to stare down at the vials, I remembered the question that's haunted me from when all this began. I looked up at Beetlesmith with a jaundiced eye, and asked, "Why am I deserving of such generosity?"

Beetlesmith looked at me with surprise, "Mr. Henry?"

"Oh, I don't mean just this, your 'two for one' deal. But, there's always been something I've been meaning to ask; what made you single me out in the first place?"

"I don't follow, Mr. Henry."

I collected my thoughts, trying to think back to that day, that first warm day of spring when all of this just fell into my lap. The day I was privy to a great secret and awakening—a secret that people with greater means than I would give their eyeteeth and right arm to know. Why was I so blessed?

"I don't know Mr. Beetlesmith, but good fortune has never just come my way. I've always had to work for it. So when good things just happen to me out of the blue, I tend to look suspiciously at it, and wonder, why me? I'm a cynic in that regard, things that are usually too good to be true, usually are."

"I still don't..."

"Here I was, entering your store, a man of obvious modest means by my dress, and behavior. Yet you offer me this...this gift. Why bother? Why bother cluing me in? I'm a man who couldn't provide you with the kind of monetary reward like some others could. Certainly, you have many patrons of obvious wealth come through your shop, yet do you hawk your product to all of them, as you did with me? Based on the list you gave me, I would think not."

"Mr. Henry, I think you are making quite a few false assumptions, the first being that I'm in it for the money."

"Why then? Why me?"

"I don't know. Let's just say I liked the look of you. Different people strike me in different ways. Someone may enter my store having obvious wealth, as you say, but I don't like the look of them. Maybe they're too haughty and put on airs, or maybe I get the feeling they would be unreliable with secrets, so I stay mum about my elixir. Others, such as yourself, strike a particularly good cord in me, so I 'clue' them in, as you say. I really can't explain it better than that."

Stupid questions breed stupid answers. What else was he supposed to say? Now I really felt like a jerk. It was the old saw that had been plaguing me these past couple of weeks: my emotions were running in total opposition to my rational thought. In my mind, all of Beetlesmith's explanations concerning the elixir made perfect sense, but none of this felt right to me in my heart. In the end, I was like a child grasping at straws in a whirlwind of changing reality.

As I turned to go, I said, "I'm sorry to have taken up your time with this nonsense, Mr. B."

Beetlesmith stopped me in my tracks, "Mr. Henry, don't forget your elixir."

I stared down at the two vials, as that plaguing conflict nagged at my conscience again. My emotions screamed for me to leave the vials where they sat, run, and not look back. Yet, my mind murmured another seduction; a truth was contained in those two, small vials, the truth of numerous pleasures with untold partners for Karen and me to do with as we pleased. 'You're a fool for even questioning to take them,' I heard my mind say.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 11



This time, however, my emotions ran hotter. I was about to turn away and leave the vials behind, when a glint of the overhead lights sparked purple off their glass containers. It was as if they were winking at me. One last, seductive reminder of the pleasures I was about to forego. I hesitated again, and standing outside myself, I watched as I put the two vials of elixir into my pants pocket.

I walked quickly to the door without further comment. Beetlesmith said something to me as I neared the door, but I wasn't listening anymore. My only thought was to leave the shop as fast as I could. I made it out the door without incident, but when I stepped into the street, everything went dark around me. It was as if I had stepped through a portal into another strange and terrible land. The vision lasted only a moment, but what I saw remained etched in my mind, just like my recent dreams.

I saw a red sun against a darkened sky—darkened soot black, as if a great fire belched smoke from a hidden place, obscuring everything in its path. Below that sky and red sun, I saw a vast, featureless plain stretching out to the horizon—featureless except for a few craggy hills dotting the landscape like broken teeth jutted out from rotting gums. A narrow, fetid river lay stagnant near my feet, with boggy reeds lining either bank. Within the reeds, I saw numerous pinpoints of light, as if small eyes peered back at me from dense cover. I heard nothing except for a hot wind blowing passed my ears. Flies, and the acidic, sickening sweet stench of decay filled the air...

A car horn blared, and I was washed in bright daylight once more. Fear gripped my heart. I thought for sure I just had some drug-induced, psychotic hallucination. I turned to go back into Beetlesmith's, to tell him about it, but the door was locked, and a sign reading, 'Sorry, We're Closed,' hung in the door.

I don't remember much of the drive home. Hell, I don't even remember stumbling back to my car after seeing Beetlesmith's shop was closed. My only conscious recollection was wondering how I ended up with two vials of elixir in my pocket when just this morning I had vowed never to use it again.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 12



The fear that held me fast in the city lost its grip with each mile I traveled home, and as I saw the comfortable, familiar surroundings of my neighborhood, I was finally feeling quite peaceful and content—the strange psychotic episode was all but forgotten.

I got home to an apparently empty house. I called out Karen's name a few times but got no answer. However, as I made my way to the bedroom to change clothes, I heard the distinct sound of women's laughter. I recognized one of the voices as Karen, and assumed the other was Denise—I guess she couldn't wait until Saturday. It wasn't Denise, however, and what I saw when I entered the bedroom stunned me into silence. Karen was on the bed, lying on her back, naked. On top of her, also naked and wrapped in her arms, was our friends' daughter, Barbara Grant.

All I could say was, "What the fuck, Karen!"

Seeing and hearing my reaction, the two women giggled. Then Barbara said, in a voice of complete innocence, "Hi, Mr. Henry."

I started to say, "Karen, what in the hell is go...," but Karen cut me off.

"Well, it seems Lisa took off for the day and locked Barbara out of the house. So, after she was done with her chores, she decided to stop by instead of staying out under the hot sun. Didn't you dear?" Barbara just giggled a reply, laying her head onto Karen's chest as if she were a small child seeking comfort from a maternal figure.

Right away, I knew that story was a lie. The Grants always kept a spare key to their house under a fake rock in their backyard. Lisa knew this, and I'm sure Karen knew it as well.

I looked at the two of them and knew this was wrong. Barbara wasn't some young, anonymous girl we picked up from a coffee shop. She was daughter to our good friends. Someone we had known and even nurtured almost as a daughter since before she could drive. I was about to tell Barbara to get her clothes on and leave, when that surge of power I've come to know well, swept over me.

I tried to fight it back, shutting my eyes to the erotic scene before me. A sudden sickness welled up in me. I could taste the bile rising in my throat as my stomach wrenched in fits of spasm. For a moment, I thought I wouldn't be able to hold back the sickness any longer, and would vomit right in front of them. Only when I looked at the two again in lust and want did the sickness begin to recede...

And once again, as I had experienced at Beetlesmith's, I was standing outside of myself.

I stared at Barbara for the longest time. Her blond hair was straight and short, and its pale coloring made it look as if she wore a cap of gold, or donned a gilded halo. Lying as she was on Karen, her youthful, firm breasts pressed hard against my wife's chest, and each time she inhaled, they seductively pushed out to the side. She had an athletic build, born from the fact she always tended toward the tomboy in her teens, and was still continually active in sports. Yet, I could still see a few pounds of baby fat through her shapely build. It lay mostly along her cheeks and buttocks, both of which dimpled whenever she smiled or of when she nervously clenched her bottom.

Karen had locked her legs around Barbara's legs. With their legs intertwined so, when Karen spread her legs in one tantalizingly fluid motion, she spread the younger one's as well, and thus giving me a tantalizing view.

I gazed lovingly at Barb's firm buttocks, which protruded mound-like, smooth and pink far above the small of her back. A seductively thin, dark cleft divided the two, smooth mounds. She clenched them together tightly, as if she were afraid to show me what was between them. I smiled to myself at her nervousness, knowing she would only need the right touch and that tight cleft would freely open wide for me. Lowering my eyes from that lovely sight to another just as sweet, her bush was cropped short, and given the pale yellow color of her hair, it looked as though her pussy had no furry covering at all. I couldn't tell how aroused she was, but I could with Karen. A heavy wetness glistened all across her outer folds and along her rose-colored thighs.

I pulled my gaze back so that I could frame both of them in a single glance. Yes, it was all wrong, so very wrong—but I no longer cared, filled as I was with desire.

Karen's hands slid down to Barbara's ass. She pursed her lips, as if to blow me a kiss, then gently spread Barbara's cheeks in a teasing manner, saying, "It was such a nice treat I gave you yesterday, I thought I'd give you another."

I took my suit jacket off, and sat down next to them on the bed. I ran my finger gently down the middle of Barbara's back, starting from her shoulder blades, then moving along and through her still, tightly clenched cleft. I didn't penetrate her, just performed a teasing glide with the tip of my finger that ended at her vulva. I pressed ever so softly at her opening, feeling it slick with her arousal.

Kissing the small of her back, I asked, "So, you decided to pay Karen a visit, then lo and behold you two fell into bed, naked?"

Karen laughed, "Well it didn't happen quite that way, silly."

I continued kissing Barbara's back, moving further down toward her buttocks, "How then, silly?"

"We talked for a long while, didn't we Barb. We talked about school, and her parents, and boys. Oh, we talked a lot about boys."

"Just boys...No men?" I asked, teasingly.

"I only know boys," Barbara interjected, dreamily. Then she giggled, "Well, I know one man."

I continued my gentle kissing, making it to the crown of one of her firm globes. She clenched her cheeks as I shifted attention with my finger to her now protruding button, "Only one? Who is this mystery man that has your affections?"

Karen giggled this time, "Seems our dear Barb has always had a crush on you, my love."

I stopped my progress with lips and finger to look at the two of them, "And how did you come by that secret?"

"Right after we kissed," Karen said.

"Okay, now you have to tell me everything."

"Well, it was about an hour before you got home, and Barbara was helping me fix dinner. We were still talking about boys, and talking about you of course, when little Miss 'clumsy' here, dropped an egg on the floor. I still think you did that on purpose."

"Shut up you brat. I did not," Barbara said, laughingly.

Karen stroked Barb's buttocks lovingly, before continuing, "Anyway, we both bent down to clean it up, but she was quicker and so she got to the mess ahead of me. I was still leaning over her when she stood up after gathering the broken shells, and put her face right between my boobs," Karen patted Barb's ass again, saying, "That, I know you did on purpose."

"Shut up! I did not."

Karen kissed her on the forehead, and ended her story, "Then it just happened."

Kissing Barbara on the exposed corner of her mouth, then kissing Karen on the lips, I asked, "Who kissed who first?"

"I kissed Karen first, after she grabbed my boobs and started playing with them."

Karen got a mock, indignant look on her face, before saying, "You brat, you weren't supposed to tell."

I asked, "And how many bites of the apple did you two take?"

Barbara looked confused, but Karen knew what I meant, and answered, "None. We waited for you."

I smiled, "Good girls. Now, show me how you two kissed."

They slid their hands up and into the hair of the other, before pushing sweetly into each other's lips. They started slow and soft, just a kiss with the lips, but gradually they increased their fervor, recklessly pushing their tongues together until they melded as one.

While they kissed, and positioned such as they were with one on top the other, I easily applied a finger to each button, and gently massaged both with a hand. It was such a gentle massage, a teasing fingertip that I barely rubbed against them using a slow, circular motion. Karen was fully aroused, and in no time, I had rubbed her to a quiet orgasm. She made no sound and continued kissing Barbara passionately throughout, only a subtle shivering of her legs and a small squirt of her pussy were the telltale signs she had come.

Barbara took a bit longer because of her nervousness, I think. Yet, I felt her moisture continually grow as I slowly rub her with increasing pressure. Karen continued to clamp her mouth over Barbara's, forcing her to breathe and moan forcefully through her nostrils. Now that her juices were flowing freely, I inserted a probing thumb into the opening of her vulva.

As she neared climax, Barbara's forced nasal breathing was becoming staccato and loud. Almost as a way to augment the audible approach of her orgasm, she clenched and unclenched her buttocks almost in time with her rapid breathing. It was so adorable. I had to kiss her buttocks in approval. When I shifted my oral attentions lower, flicking a quick tongue across her perineum, I felt her legs shutter violently in orgasmic spasm.

She laid her head back on Karen's chest, eyes closed and panting. I offered my drenched fingers to Karen, who sucked on them insatiably. As Barbara's breathing became more normal, I stroked the small of her back while saying, "That was nice sweetheart, but you have to make a decision now. This and much more will happen to you if you stay, or we can end it now with no complaints or regrets. Just put on your clothes and leave, and we'll never speak of it again. It's your choice."

"I want to stay," she said without hesitation.

"Very well, from now on you will address me as 'Sir' and Karen as 'Mistress' and you will speak only when spoken to. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir."

Karen looked at me with flames in her eyes, knowing the direction I was taking the evening. When I had done similar things with her and Denise, I purposefully kept Karen submissive along with Denise, but now I was making her an equal partner in our sexual games.

Karen's voice was almost melodious, as she added her own conditions, "We're going to have so much fun, dear heart, as long as you do what we say. But, baby won't get her candy if she's unruly and headstrong. If you treat Sir and Mistress with disrespect, then nothing for you. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

I was amazed how easily Barbara slipped into the submissive without any hint of reservation or confusion. It was as if she had fantasized about this moment her whole, short life, and accepted her role without question. As expected, Karen slipped into the role of dominant easily enough. She had been chomping at that bit ever since our turn with Beth in the car, and I had a feeling she wanted to do this going all the way back to our first time with Gloria.

Karen kissed Barbara's forehead while stroking her buttocks, "Good girl, now roll over and lay on your back."

I took off my clothes, as the two got comfortable in their new positions. They renewed their kiss as I slid my head between Barbara's legs. She was thoroughly aroused now. Beads of moisture glistened on her pubic hair, and all along the folds of her vulva. When she felt my tongue enter her, she let out a soft moan around Karen's tongue, and spread her legs as wide as she could for me.

She had very thick outer labia, almost muscular in the extent that they robustly protruded away from the rest of her groin. Yet, her inner labia were very thin in comparison to the outers, but they stood out rigidly, forming a clear and well-defined triangle, framing her slick, fragrant opening. At the triangle's apex, a very large clitoris protruded stiffly outside its protective hood. I smiled to myself when I saw her button. Thinking that even a blind, sexual neophyte would have little problem finding it, even on a night as black as pitch.

I teased her, ever so deliciously, flicking my tongue up from underneath her clit were it joined the labia, while simultaneously rubbing its sensitive upper side with a wet finger. In no time, her lower torso squirmed to the slow, mounting pleasure.

Karen asked, "What are you doing to her?"

I answered, mirthfully, "Hardly anything at all."

Karen shifted her attentions to Barbara's firm breasts, and used as slow and gentle a technique on Barbara's mounds as I was doing to her vulva. I watched for a moment, as she gently massaged one of her breasts with a soft, yet firm hand, while sucking on the other with equal tenderness. The young one kept her eyes closed the whole time. At irregular intervals, Karen would switch hand with mouth, keeping Barb off balance as to where the pleasure would come next. Every so often, Karen would back away, and stare at Barbara's angelic face as she ran a moistened finger over and around her nipples. Each time she did this, Barb would intake a sharp breathe of air through her slightly parted lips before letting out a low, protracted moan. All the while, I continued my slow tease of her clitoris with tongue and finger, keeping her legs dancing in unrequited ecstasy.

We spent a very long while teasing her—'feasting' on her like two lions gorging ourselves over a fresh kill. When Barb's moaning became loud and incessant, Karen became every bit the lioness. Overcome by her own excitement, Karen took both of Barbara's breast in hand, and crushed them together hard while taking great, sucking bites from each in turn. I could hear a loud popping sound each time Karen sucked hard off Barb's nipples, and at each place that Karen sucked, deep reddish, ovoid welts formed.

As for me, I continued the slow tease, firmly, yet slowly, stroking the dorsal side of her large, protruding clitoris with a finger. Occasionally, I swiped my tongue along its underside, adding a bit more wetness and a differing tactile flavor to her aroused pussy that augmented my tormenting finger. Her pussy and buttocks were in continual motion, as both areas clenched and unclenched obscenely each time I stroked my finger down toward the tip of her clitoris. When I added a gentle, circular rub of the very tip of her button, her muscle contractions expanded outward from her vulva, encapsulating her whole lower torso—thighs, stomach, and pelvis were now in continual, shifting, sexual motion.

Her moans came loudly, joined by a single, protracted word, "Oh." Each time, her vocalizations started low in timbre as she exhaled, yet always ending on a note a few octaves higher.

I heard Karen laugh, melodically, "Is Sir pleasuring you well, dear heart?"

Barb barely squeaked out, "Yes."

"Yes what, dear heart?"

"Ye...Ye...Yesss...Mistressss."

Hearing the sweet timbre of arousal in her voice, I concentrated all my efforts on the very end of her clit. Pushing it firmly into, and holding it against my tongue, I stroked hard at the tip while shifting my tongue about its underside. Barb arched her back immediately, and let go with a rapid series of 'Ohs,' again in that sensual low to high tenor.

"Is dear heart going to come?"

"Oh...Yes Mistress...Yes Mistress...Yes Mistress...Oh..."

Her last 'Oh' was abruptly cut off by a jolting spasm that threw her belly even farther into the air, causing Karen to side further forward toward Barb's head. Karen clamped her lips over her mouth, as the young one continued to tremble with arched back, while a fast trickle of fluid emerged from her opening, running down between the cheeks of her ass. I finished her by applying a whole, massaging hand to her vulva, and continued to rub her until her back settled down onto the bed.

Karen released her from the kiss, and asked seductively, "That was so sweet. Did that feel good, dear heart?"

Panting heavily, Barb replied, "Oh yes, Mistress."

"I didn't bite you too hard?"

"Oh no, Mistress."

Karen ran a finger down the middle of Barb's face in motherly fashion, while asking, "Do you think you can do the same for me that Sir did for you?"

Barbara giggled first before answering, "I'll try Mistress."

Karen straddled Barb's head while facing me. I laid my head on Barb's stomach for a moment so that I could watch. Such an erotic visual, with Barb's head framed as it was between her own breasts and Karen's straddled legs, she began her tease of Karen by running curious fingers all about her vulva. Between long bouts of finger play, Barb would perform brief jaunts with an extended tongue, gliding it slowly from Karen's clit to her opening, and then back again.

Karen asked, breathlessly, "Is this your first taste of a woman?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I would have never guessed," Karen said with surprised tone, closing her eyes to the pleasure of Barb's tonguing while pinching hard at her own breasts.

Overcome with what I was seeing, I said to Barbara, "Bring your knees up to your chest, baby. Now spread your legs wide for me."

Her pussy was warm, soaked, and so very tight. I easily pushed my cock all the way into her, and began a slow, evenly paced screw. Already, she was arching her back well off the bed with imbued arousal.

Leaning forward, I latched my mouth onto one of Karen's breasts. She gasped and shuddered, and grasping both of her breasts hard, held them forward for me.

I could see that Barbara had wrapped her arms around Karen's hips, and based on the violent, shifting machinations of her chin accompanied by the loud squishing sounds coming from Karen's groin, Barb had pulled her face fully into Karen's pussy, tonguing and sucking on her with delight and complete abandon.

Karen couldn't stay in her upright position much longer. Lowering her body down, she assumed the traditional sixty-nine position with Barbara. Once positioned, Karen intently watched my cock slowly sliding in and out of Barb for a time, before loudly moaning a request, "Let me taste her on you."

I pulled out of Barb, and pushed into Karen. She suck on my cock with such a voracious hunger that I almost came.

Putting a mild, chastising hand onto her head, I said, "No my sweet, Sir mustn't come too quickly."

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes, now smoldering violet and soon on their way to turning obsidian black, and said, "Yes Sir." Then she slowed her pace, licking and gently sucking Barbara's flavor off me.

I went back into Barbara, fucking her a bit faster and harder. When I pounded all the way in, I could see her grip tighten around Karen's hips, as her forearms and fingers left deep indentations into Karen's thighs. Leaning a bit forward, I could just barely see the top of Barb's head sticking out from under Karen, as it wildly shifted and pivoted about Karen's pussy. Both of them moaned loudly and often.

After a few more hard thrusts, I pulled out of Barb again, and slid fully into Karen's waiting mouth. She clamped her lips far down on my shaft while applying a very hard suction as I withdrew myself, sucking me clean again. Before shoving back into Barbara, I pulled Karen's head toward my groin, putting my scrotum into her warm mouth. Now, she could suck and tongue on me to her heart's content, and she did, accompanied with deep, throaty moans that vibrated all about my lower extremities. There was a loud 'pop,' when I pulled my testicles out of her mouth, causing her to giggle uncontrollably. Holding her head fast, I shoved my cock into her mouth to quell her disrespectful, mirthful exuberance, pumped it a few times, before pushing back into Barbara. 

This went on for some time, shifting back and forth between Barb's tight cunt and Karen's delectable mouth. Toward the end this interplay, Karen slipped two fingers around Barb's clitoris and slowly stroked it up and down. The finger manipulations combined with my hard pounding were excruciatingly pleasurable on the young woman, as Barb brought her knees all the way to her chest and held them there. By this time, I think she all but gave up on servicing Karen, succumbing to the waves of pleasure that were fast building toward climax.

"Is Sir fucking you well, dear heart?"

Barb grunted loudly in staccato, "Ye...Yes...Miss...Mistress!"




Beetlesmith's Ch. 12



"Do you want Sir to fuck you harder?"

She belted a quick answer, "Oh...Yes Mistress!"

"Then tell him."

She really didn't have to, but it was wonderful hearing her beg—and she begged, and continued to beg right into climax.

"Pl...Pl...Please fuck me harder Sir...Fuck me so much harder, Sir...Pl...Please!"

How can I describe it? There was no fast trickle this time, but a raging torrent that burst forth from her pussy. She tried to arch her back as she came, but Karen's weight on her stomach prevented it, and as she failed to push Karen up with her orgasmic spasms, all that 'upward' energy was translated 'outward' in the form of continual flooding of my groin with her orgasm. Then there was the scream. A protracted, high-pitched shriek thrown out at the moment her dam burst. Karen continued to play gently with her clit, while I gradually slowed my pumping. Barb's legs finally came to rest on the bed.

Karen slid back onto Barb's torso, and gently caressed and kissed Barbara's breasts, while teasing, "Naughty, naughty little girl. You neglected me an orgasm with your own selfishness."

Barb replied, sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Mistress. It felt so good."

"I know it did, baby, but you have to learn not to be so selfish."

Karen looked over at me, "Sir, what should we do about our selfish little girl?"

"I think five good swats on her plump behind should be enough."

Karen purred, "Turn over dear heart, and take your punishment."

Barb whimpered, but did as told.

"No, dear heart," Karen corrected her, "Not flat on your stomach. Put your cute little hiney in way up in the air and your head down." As Barb complied, Karen slipped her hand over Barb's groin. She rubbed her whole vulva, firmly but gently with the flat of her hand, while saying, "So, Sir's fat cock felt too good in your dripping pussy."

"Yes Mistress, I'm so sorr...," Karen's hard slap cut her off.

Immediately, I saw a large, red discoloration almost in the shape Karen's hand erupt on Barb's left buttock. Tears welled up in Barbara's eyes as she stifled herself from openly sobbing by biting down on her lower lip.

Karen went back to massaging Barbara's pussy, this time concentrating around her clitoris, while saying gently, "Such a selfish, little girl. And I was so close to coming too, but you only thought of yourself."

"I'm sorry, Miss..."

The sound of another loud spank reverberated around the room. A red discoloration, this time distinctly in the shape of a hand, erupted on Barb's right buttock this time. Barb continued to bite her lip to keep from crying out, but tears flowed unabated down her cheeks.

It was the perfect symphony of pain versus pleasure, measured out with near expert aplomb and dedication. Karen wonderfully meted out quick rashers of searing pain, which invariably melded with the longer, more thoughtful glides of pleasure. And as I watched Barb during her punishment, I couldn't help but feel a kinship with her at this moment, for as with me in the car with Beth and Karen, Barb was also suspended somewhere between heaven and hell when the pain blended into the pleasure.

I couldn't put my finger on it in the car, but now, watching Karen punish Barbara, my feelings began to crystalize. Over these past few weeks, I've had an overwhelming feeling of helplessness, as if I was some small, insignificant creature, like a lab rat, lost inside a maze or in some experiment; one which I couldn't comprehend or explain, or even see tangible proof of its existence. However, even though I couldn't see, I could feel the effects of that experiment. It was the feeling of being pushed and pulled, hither and yon, and it was all outside my own ability to control.

I always felt that rush and fusion of power, don't you see, but I could do nothing to stop its progression into my mind, or into my being. I was, indeed, helpless to stop it, or to stop its effect on me. Ultimately, when the feeling of power finally subsided, I was left dazed, confused, fearful, and raked with doubt. However, my existence wasn't all fear and confusion. Like the lab rat, who is given occasional treats to keep it interested and moving, so too, I was given the treat of unabashed sexual pleasure to keep me from going insane from the doubt and anxiety. Truly, both Barb and I are suspended somewhere between heaven and hell, tethered to an unstable reality, lost in subterfuge.

I came out of my thoughts to hear Barbara whimper, repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Mistress."

Karen slipped two fingers on either side of Barb's clitoris while pushing a thumb into her pussy. "You're not sorry," Karen said, sternly, "You're pussy is dripping with lust. You're nothing but a little slut, aren't you?"

Between quiet sobs, Barbara squeaked out, "Yes Mistress, I am a slut."

"And what shouldn't little sluts do?"

Barbara looked confused, then answered, "I don't know Miss..."

Karen spanked her again on her left cheek before scolding, "Little sluts shouldn't deny their mistress pleasure."

Barbara was sobbing openly now, either out of the pain, or embarrassment, or both. Karen went back to slowly massaging the young one's clit and pussy as before, and softened her tone, "There, there, don't cry. You're punishment is almost over, and Sir and I can go back to giving you all those lovely orgasms you crave. Does that sound good, my little slut?"

Still sobbing, "Yes, thank you Mistress."

With Karen's continued finger massage, Barb's legs and lower torso began to tremble slightly as her breath came in short, raspy gasps. It was obvious she was nearing another climax. Karen teased her, "Is my little slut going to have another orgasm?"

Fearing a new reprisal if she did, Barb shook her head violently, saying, "No Mistress...Please..."

Karen spanked her right cheek. The force of the blow sounded as a whip cracking. Barbara yelped loudly from the pain. Karen's voice became harsh again, "Don't lie to me. Is my little slut going to come?"

Karen pushed her thumb deep inside of our captive. Barbara responded by pushing her bottom back with equal force, all while croaking, "Yes Mistress!"

Karen only had to rub Barb's clitoris a few more times before she quivered in ecstasy.

Karen stroked Barb's cherry-red ass cheeks, soothingly, and then between long, wet kisses to each, said, "Sir demanded five spanks, but I only gave you four. I'm going to save the last one for later, just in case you act like a selfish little slut again."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Now stay as you are."

Karen slid over, and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me hard. She continued to kiss me softly, while asking, "What shall we do next, Sir?"

"I think it's time we double Barbara's pleasure. Why don't you get ready, and while you're doing that, I want to see if our little slut enjoys the phallic as much as the Sapphic."

Barbara kept her head down as I slid in front of her, placing her head between my legs. I smoothed some of her hair, and pushed a few locks that had become matted by her sweat off her forehead. Speaking to her gently, I said, "Lift your head sweetheart, and look at me."

She stared first, wide-eyed, at my burgeoning erection, and then up into my eyes. Her face was still flush, and other than a slight parting of her lips and quickened breath, she showed little emotion.

"I've given you some lovely orgasms, haven't I?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I know this was your first time with a woman, but have you sucked a man's cock before?"

She lowered her eyes as if in embarrassment, "Yes, Sir."

"How many times?"

"Only once, Sir."

I could tell by her reaction that she didn't find it a pleasant experience. I lifted her chin, and said, "Then this should be easy for you. I think you owe me at least one orgasm, don't you?" She just nodded her head.

Grabbing my cock hard and nearly squeezing the blood out of it, she pounced down with her mouth, scraping her teeth roughly against me. She started sucking too hard on the head. So hard, the pressure she exerted almost caused it to deflate. I stopped her with a gentle hand to her cheek.

"No, no, too hard and too fast my little slut."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

I pulled her up to me and kissed her, her breath still coming as raspy gasps. I cupped a breast, and felt that her nipples and areolas were still rock hard, then said, "Don't be sorry. You're just new at this, and I can tell you're overly excited."

She smiled in relief before kissing me again.

"Why don't you tell me about your one and only time."

"It was last year. There was a boy I liked, and we did it a few times first...You know, fucking, and he was nice, and 'it' was real nice. So then, he wanted me to...to you know...suck it, and I wanted to, but...but he was really rough. He pushed my head down so hard I thought I was choking...Then, I got this mouth full of goo that I wasn't expecting, and I really started to panic and coughed so hard I almost puked."

I smiled at her, "Well, we guys get as overly excited as you girls, and sometimes we don't know how rough we're getting. Let's see if I can make this more pleasurable for you, okay?"

She smiled and nodded her head, then kissed my chest, and continued to kiss me as she moved her head down to my groin. I didn't expect that kind of innovation and sensitivity from her. It wasn't all about the cock and the cunt, it was obvious she wanted to explore and pleasure all facets of the body, and she was happy that I wanted her too.

"That's very nice," I complimented her, "You're learning already. Now, what I want you to do at first is not use your hands. That is until maybe later. For right now, I want you to just use your mouth, and start low and slow."

She started licking me about mid-shaft, but I said, "No baby, lower. Go all the way down."

It was about this time Karen, donned in her strap-on, slid up next to me to watch. She asked, "Need some help?"

I put an arm around her and pulled her to me, "No, I think she can manage."

...And manage she did, only with my help. However, my 'help' wasn't as verbal commands, or tactile gestures of an assisting hand, but rather, I directed all her movements with my mind alone. I cannot explain it, except to say that my peculiar mental influence of those around me was not a combination of mere coincidence mixed with paranoia as I had rationalized, but was real. I thought about what Barbara should do and in the manner in which she should do it, and those thoughts were actualized by her movements in near perfect, erotic detail. Barb became, in effect, my marionette, as if invisible strings emanating from my mind and directed her actions.

I realized that the clairvoyant episode I had at the orgy, the one where I thought I had visualized Karen and Denise's post-blowjob cum-swapping beforehand, wasn't prescience at all, it was my mind directing the two to act accordingly. Unlike the other times, however, I did not fear this strange, new gift, but I embraced it, wholeheartedly. I was coming to accept the inevitability of all the peculiarities of the elixir, at least when I was infused with that feeling of power. I was also coming to inevitable conclusion that Beetlesmith was a liar.

My realization of this new gift started thusly: to go 'really' low and slow, it would be nice if she started by kissing and licking my inner thigh before moving to more sensual and sensitive pastures. It was just a whimsical idea I had. An absent wandering of the mind as your partner services you. However, once that thought crossed my mind, I watched as Barbara shifted from tonguing the middle of my cock to preforming a long, slow glide of her tongue along the periphery of my groin, in the sensitive nook between my leg and scrotum.

For the rest of the evening it would be my thoughts translated into her actions. That's not to say she was totally directed by me. Quite the contrary, between many of my salacious thoughts, and her actualization of those thoughts, Barbara would interweave her own brand of sexual innovation; thus, an unexpected and erotic sauce was imparted into my sexual brew. Such as when she broke into her own bit of sexual panache by diverting down to flick a quick tongue at my perineum after concentrating her attentions to my inner thigh. I would then play off these innovative diversions of hers, and set her to new sensual tasks.

As she tongued at my perineum, her nose invariably and seductively lifted my draping scrotum away from my body so that she gained access to the sensitive area below. Such an erotic sight cannot be described with full force of arousal it instilled in me, to see my testicles moving up and down, side to side due to the whimsical actions of her nose as she worked her tongue beneath them. Once that visual entered my mind, I saw her moving upward and adding a warm, wet tongue to my balls. Within seconds of those thoughts, she laid her tongue on my testicles, bathing them a bit before pulling both fully into her mouth.

She did more than this, of course, as she introduced her own innovation, by taking great, wet, sucking kisses to each of my testicles after rolling them around in her mouth. Then, between each opened-mouth kiss, Barbara added a flicking tongue that beat against my sack as rapidly and gently as hummingbird's wings.

I then wished for that flicking tongue to extend up my shaft, but not too high at first. Immediately, up to the base of my shaft she went, parking that flickering, sensuous, oral appendage of hers right at the sensitive nexus between my shaft and balls. Waves of pleasure enveloped me, as my cock twitched each time she hit that sweet spot. So it went, from teacher's thoughts to pupil's actions, without word or gesture passing between us.

Barbara was really getting into it now. Even without my mental prodding, she was beginning to take an extremely sensuous interest in my cock that rivaled even Denise.

Each time she did her slow climb up my cock, it was always a little higher, pasting me the whole way, up and down, with those wet, sucking, open-mouthed kisses. As she got up to the head, she pushed my cock all the way down and held it against my stomach with her mouth as she took several, long licking sucks at my sensitive underside where the head meets the shaft.

Now that she had reached my bulbous gland, she began to mix up her technique. She started by taking long, wet gliding licks up my cock, starting at my balls and ending at the head. On her descent, it was back to the wet, sucking kisses, while stopping to flick her tongue across all my sensitive, sweet spots on the way down. Once at my balls, she inhaled them into her mouth. I could feel her lewdly rolling them around with her tongue, as she ever so gently pulled the whole package away from my body, secured as they were by her tight lips. Each time she released them, a large amount of her saliva lay thick and heavy about my sack, which she spread up on my shaft with her tongue.

Even Karen was impressed by Barbara's obscene display. She waved a hand in front of her face in a mock display of fanning herself, while saying, "My god, this makes me wish I had a cock as well."

I laughed, "Get in line. This makes me wish I had two."

On one of her long, sucking licks up my shaft, Barbara brought her hands into the fray. Using hands with mouth had not crossed my mind as yet, so this was one of her own spontaneous innovations.

She used her hands gently a first, cradling my cock in them as if it were a kitten, while continuing to take long, wet licks and sucking kisses to my cock-head and shaft. Every so often, she would just caress me sweetly, pulling my cock close to her face to nuzzle it obscenely with her nose, or press and massage it gently against her cheeks; and always, during these close quarter maneuvers, she bathed me with her warm breath, coming as it did, loud and forced through an opened mouth.

She mixed it up again—at my mental insistence, of course. As she got to the top of one of her many, long licking climbs, she pulled me into her mouth. Her descent down my shaft was short. Just a quick bob, going about a third of the way down, just enough so that I felt my cock-head barely touch the back of her throat. On her ascent, right before pulling the head out of her mouth, she sent a liberal amount of her warm saliva cascading slowly down my shaft. Before the viscous fluid reached the halfway point on its descent, she was back down, batting and nuzzling my balls with tongue and nose, and as her saliva began to pool at the base of my shaft, she sponged it up with her tongue and used it in another of her long, wet licks up to my cock-head. She did this repeatedly until my cock was thoroughly saturated, and my legs were in continual motion from euphoria.

Her real fuel to my fire came next. Taking hold of my cock at the base, she began a slow, unvarying, rhythmic bob down the shaft, sucking me in again to about a third of the way. Always during her up and down bob, I could feel her tongue shifting rapidly from side to side along the sensitive underside of my cock. Then she added her own little innovated twist that sent me screaming to a rapid climb toward climax. Each time she reached the bottom of her descent, she twisted her head a quarter turn as she gripped me hard about the lips, then she repeated the little quarter turn in the opposite direction at the region where the head meets the shaft. It was magical—descent, twist, ascent twist, repeated over and over, and for every twist a jolt of electric ecstasy shot through my groin.

I told her I was coming, without touch or voice. For the first time, she opened her eyes and looked into mine. Then she brought her hand up, and began stroking my shaft in the same slow, unvarying rhythm as her mouth. She stopped her twisting, and instead continued her slow head bob where only the middle of her lips touched my skin, but always making sure she raked them firmly against my bulbous head.

The feeling of her dual hand and mouth strokes were incredible, as my mind floated free in the sexual fog she had put me. I lifted my pelvis to meet her downward strokes, but she followed me up in perfect coordination, never once breaking her contact or stride.

She pulled off me for a moment to utter her one desire, "I want you to come, Sir," and at that moment, I did.

With each pulse of my orgasm, I felt a little bit of strength ebb out of me. She continued the same, unvarying stroke with hand and mouth, as long, heavy strands of cum began to flow out the opened corners of her mouth and down my shaft. It continued this way until I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time after coming—I felt myself going soft.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt relief. Not relief from coming, but relief that maybe there is a limit to the residual effects of the elixir, and that they might wear off. Maybe Beetlesmith wasn't such a liar after all.

When I had stopped my forceful ejaculations, Barbara proceeded to slide my cock as far into her mouth as possible, and sucked any cum that remained within her reach. I continued to shudder in small spasms, as she laid my softening cock down on my stomach. As a final rejoinder to the task I had set her, she gently kissed and licked my balls, while saying, "Thank you, Sir."

Karen noticed the condition of my member, and said, "Oh my god, someone finally broke your dick." Laughing, she grabbed my semi-soft member, and teased, "Robo-cock, my love, please, please don't die. You have so much to live for."

"Oh, he's alright. He just needs a bit of a rest," I said, lightheartedly.

Turning to Barbara, Karen said with more than a hint of jealousy, "You're quite the little cocksucker. I see they're teaching more than Byron and Shakespeare at that school of yours."

Barb turned red-faced, "Pardon Mistress, but really, I've only done this one other time."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 12



Karen stared at her incredulously, and said, "Don't try and tell Mistress you've only sucked on one cock before now."

Barbara nodded her head, saying, "It's true Mistress. I can't explain it, but it just felt right with Sir. It all felt natural."

Karen was going to question her further, but I pulled her down and kissed her, trying to stave off this jealous fit that suddenly came over her. Then I said, "I think it's time you prepare her for the main event."

She gripped my still semi-soft member again, and whined, "What for now? She killed my Robo-cock."

I laughed, "By the time you get her ready, Robo-cock will be ready for action." Slapping her ass in a friendly manner, I added, "Now go do as you're told."

"Yes Sir," she said, as she moved behind Barbara. She lightly tapped her on the hips, and said, "Up, little one. Get on your knees for Mistress."

Karen was reaching for the lubricant, when I thought—and only thought mind you—that it would be better if she tongued Barbara for a while first. Maybe reward her for the wonderful blowjob she had given 'Sir.' Then I watched as Karen stared intently at the bottle in her hand, as if debating something in her mind, before putting the lubricant back down. Stroking Barb's buttocks lovingly with her hands, she said, "Sir and I have such a lovely plan for you, dear heart. It's so wickedly delicious. But first, I think I should thank you for making Sir so very happy. Now, spread your cheeks for Mistress...That's so very nice."

Karen plunged into Barbara's vitals. Filled with a rapacious hunger found only in those sex-starved for years, Karen pressed her face full into Barbara, and Barbara pushed back with equal force into Karen. All I could hear was Karen's wet, sucking kisses and Barbara moaning as a whore who'd just been paid.

My mind reeled again, as the events I had imagined actualized in front of me. Yes, I accepted this gift, questioned so much in previous days, I now let it flow over me without reservation. I couldn't explain it, and really didn't care to in the least. It was something I could do, influence and control those around me, whether they had taken the drug or not. I possessed a power beyond the dreams of avarice—and I accepted it all.

Some of you may ask how any of this could be tantalizing in the long term. How could manipulating puppets on a string be in any way, erotic or fulfilling? Wasn't it really like paying a whore to perform services rendered, or worse, using a blow-up doll that can be manipulated at a whim? I would answer: how much different is this, than using the elixir directly? If you thought the elixir was everything erotic, exotic, sexual and sensual in the extreme, as I did, why not this, always and completely. Wasn't it really the same in the end?

You see, there was still that unpredictable human element. The personal, sexual innovation interjected form time to time by the puppet. Those innovations changed the game. They changed the play on the stage. They spurred other innovations that fed off the old that had fed off my thoughts, and my thoughts would then feed off them, in turn. Thus, an element of chance still played a role in the sex games. My partners were manipulated by my thoughts, to be sure, but not totally. The scenarios in my mind did not play out precisely as dictated, because of that chance, human element. Consequently, my partners were not puppets, but really actors. They repeated the same lines that have been written, as all actors before them have done, but those lines were spoken in their own voice and with their own interpretation of the role—and so it remained magical, erotic and fulfilling, and always new.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 13



I was hard again, and Barb was clutching wildly at the bed sheets. Karen had her face firmly planted in the younger one's bush. Her hands gripped hard into Barb's ass, leaving deep indentations in her flesh. Karen's loud, sucking kisses and licks sounded like wet slaps of a sponge against a tub full of water, but they were almost drowned out by Barb's throaty moans.

Barb lewdly jacked up her ass ever higher into the air, I suspect in response to Karen's rough nibbling to her clitoris. A large, open-mouth grin lit across her face, as she blurted out, "Oh my god...Mistress...That's the spo...ot..."

Momentarily spent, Barb laid her head down in absolute sated bliss. Karen lifted hers up with a smile. She kissed each of Barb's ass cheeks lovingly, saying, "Oh, little one, Sir and I haven't even started touching the spot. Now where did I put that lube...Ah, here it is. Now, just stay as you are and I'll get you all ready for the main event."

Barbara was still panting, breathless, and continued spreading her cheeks wide for Karen with both hands. Karen squeezed a liberal amount of lubricant down her cleft. The cool temperature of the substance on her overly heated and overly sensitive vitals caused Barb to gasp and clench her buttocks. Putting a soothing hand on the small of her back, Karen worked a finger around Barb's anus, then pushed in ever so slowly.

Barb inexplicably broke with protocol, "What's going to be this 'main event' you keep..."

She didn't finish as Karen slapped her ass. Tears immediately erupted from Barb's eyes. Karen slid up close to her ear, and hissed like a viper ready to strike, "Did either of us say you could talk? You didn't even address us properly, speaking to us as if we were your parents and you were some snotty, little, teenage whore."

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"I knew I would be able to use that last slap. You unruly little sluts never can keep quiet." Karen slipped her finger back into Barbara's asshole, while asking, "You think you can stay a good little slut for Mistress and Sir?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, if you really want to know what's going to happen to you, then maybe Sir will tell you."

Karen went back behind Barbara, and continued to prepare her. Barb looked up at me with a questioning eye. I smiled down at her and caressed her cheek, and said, "I think I'll keep it a surprise. You'll find out soon enough. And no more speaking out of turn, or I'll be the one administering the punishment."

By now, Karen had pushed in a second finger, and worked both around together until her hand was flush with Barb's ass.

Karen gave a lighter spank to Barb—I guess she couldn't help herself—then kissed the spot she just smacked.

"Does this feel good, dear heart?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!"

Karen pulled her fingers out, and said to me, "I think she's ready, Sir."

I looked down at Barb and stroked her cheek soothingly, while answering Karen, "Let's do this one at a time to start. I want to make this as enjoyable as possible for her. You should see to your end first before I join you."

Karen squeezed more lubricant on Barb and applied a healthy amount to the strap-on. Once she lined the strap-on up in her asshole, Karen grabbed Barb by the hips and slowly inch her way in.

Barb gasped at the initial surge of pain, and instinctively flinched away from Karen, but Karen held her fast, saying, "It will hurt at the start, dear heart, but I'll be gentle. Soon, though, you'll be thanking Mistress for the pleasure."

Karen was gentle with her. After pushing in a little bit, she held herself still so that Barb could get used to the girth. Occasionally, she would pull out altogether, and rub Barb's clit—providing pleasure to compliment the pain. She squirted a bit more lube into Barb's hole, and slid back in to the point she was before.

I watched Barb's face through all of this. So far, she couldn't hide from me the pain that she was feeling, as she scrunched up her face, tightly closing her lips and eyes to the hurt. Small tears were squeezed out and ran down her cheeks. As I watched her face, I thought maybe I should have been the one entering her. At least I would have a better feel for the resistance I would meet compared to Karen with a strap-on. I discarded that idea, however. I would have been too big for her as a first time. 

All of a sudden, her sphincter must have relaxed, because a sudden calm washed over her face. Karen found the slide easier the rest of the way, and parked herself flush against Barbara's ass. Next, Karen rocked herself gently, working the strap-on around a little bit at a time to loosen Barb's sphincter further. Her rocking soon gave way to long, slow glides, pulling almost all the way out then pushing all the way in again. She pulled out, and again squirted more lube in into her hole—just to be safe. When she reentered, Karen's gliding become quicker. Barb's face blossomed into a wonderfully, blissful mask, while small, subtle moans escaped from trembling lips.

Karen pulled out again, and asked, "Anything to say, dear heart?"

"Thank you, Mistress," she responded, panting.

Karen laughed, "Oh, the pleasure hasn't even started."

I pulled Barb up to me, and commanded, "Sit down facing me. Then slide my cock into your pussy."

When she sat fully down on me, I held her close and leaned back, giving Karen a nice, stationary, unobstructed target.

I felt the strap-on pushing past me, and pushing my cock hard against the dorsal wall of Barb's cunt. Barbara grunted a bit in pain, but when Karen slid fully inside of her and lightly tapping her pelvis against Barb's ass, I saw the pleasure flow across the young one's face.

Oh, it was all so tight in there, with my cock pressed firmly in her warm confines. I felt her muscles grip me as she clenched her buttocks tightly against the strap-on, and I felt the slow drip of her arousal tickling down my balls.

Based on the look on Barbara's face, I could tell this wasn't going to take too much time, but I so wanted to extend the moment. I kissed her gently on the lips, and commanded, "Mistress and I are going to stay still to start. We want you to fuck us all by your lonesome until you don't feel any pain. Go as slow or fast as you're comfortable with."

She moaned a, "Yes, Sir," then started shifting her hips slightly. Even with those small movements, I could feel the strap-on forcing my cock to and fro in her pussy, sending wonderful waves of pleasure down my shaft.

I heard a soft slap, as Karen spanked Barb's ass. She didn't say anything to Barb, but it acted like a signal from a rider to her mount—Barb quickened her hip shifting.

I could see the blissful climb toward climax expressed fully on her face. A fine sweat had already broken out along her forehead, neck, and chest. Her breathing came shallow and rapid through slightly parted lips, and every so often, her tongue would dart out, seductively, as she needed to moisten those lips against her drying breath. Her eyes, when they were opened, were full of expression as they stared at me; full of dreamy sex one minute, then acquiring an almost thoughtful glint the next as if she were contemplating the bliss Karen and I were promulgating within her. After each one of those smoky, thoughtful looks, her eyes would slowly close as another wave of euphoria ratcheted her arousal to a higher plateau.

I heard another spank, more forceful this time. At Karen's signal, Barb changed her tempo and technique, and began using her legs to softly slide up and down as she continued her rocking shift with her hips.

A large grin broke out across her face, as she grunted, "Fuck...Oh my...Fuck."

Her soft slide became a firm bounce. I watched, enthralled, as her firm tits bounced and jiggled seductively with her body's movements. She pushed them forward so that their hard nipples rubbed against my chest. That little action caused her areolas to swell and dimple, becoming as hardened disks against her softer, jiggling mounds. She took a hold of her tits and scraped her nipples and areolas lewdly against my own nipples, trying to garner every small pleasure she could from every erogenous zone. When I put a rough finger against her nipples, her body quivered in delight. She moaned, "Fuck...Oh my...Fuck," again.

I began my own short thrusting to compliment Barbara's bounce, and Karen quickly followed suite with her own shifting. It wasn't long before Barb stopped her bouncing, letting Karen and I thrust into her on our own accord. Her face was calm, eyes closed but mouth agape, as she concentrated on the ever increasing euphoric waves. She still held her breasts in each hand, and kneaded them roughly, as she requested, "Suck on my tits, please Sir."

At the moment I set my mouth to them, I heard another loud smack. Barbara yelped loudly, but it wasn't from the pain. I felt a small flood of her ejaculate trickle into my lap.

Thinking that she had come and it was over, I began to slow my thrusting, but she pleaded earnestly, yet softly, "Please fuck me harder, Sir...Fuck me harder...Oh, fuck me harder!"

There was another loud spank, and I felt another small flood of fluid. Barbara began to yell, over and over, "Oh my god!"

Karen spanked her again. This time she wound up both hands and belted Barbara roughly into both her ass cheeks. The sound of the contact was as loud and sharp as a whip cracking. Instantly, I felt a heavier flow released from her this time. Barbara screamed abruptly, and it was quickly followed by loud chanting, "Harder, please Sir, Mistress. Harder...Harder...Harder...!"

Karen and I slammed into her with abandon. Sweat began to pour off all our faces. I wondered how long this could go on. Barbara already had three little orgasms, and continued to ramp up to an even higher plateau of ecstasy after each one. I started to wonder if I was somehow influencing even this aspect of her sexuality.

I saw Karen winding up both arms in order to deliver another blow to Barb. I added my own hand to the spank. A loud double whip crack exploded in the room. Barb let loose with a short, but loud shriek. This time, however, I didn't sense she had come. Instead, the act seemed to increase the rate of her climb to atmospheric levels, as Barb's voice sounded almost frantic, squealing with ever increasing volume, "Harder...Sir, Mistress...Harder!" Her 'Sir, Mistress' came out slurred, sounding like 'Smistress' as she chanted the line repeatedly.

On hearing her yell, 'Harder,' Karen and I spanked her again, the double whip crack sounding as a shotgun had gone off close to my head. I felt another small squirt this time, as Barb was pushed up into an even a higher level of arousal. She grabbed her tits hard, pressing them together so that her nipples bulged out obscenely and sensuously. I bit hard on her offering. She had all but given up speaking pseudo-coherent sentences now. No longer capable of even chanting a childlike, 'Smistress,' and relegated her verbal calls to repeating a hard, "Ha," sound at the top of her lungs.

I deliberately accentuated my thrusting into her, hitting into her groin so that she jumped at each impact, while saying, "Come on, baby, Sir wants you to come." My words, as well as another accompanying rough spank from Karen and I, ignited her into final orgasm.

She shrieked a high pitch, "Fuck!" A wide-eyed combination of shock and bliss covered her face momentarily, before I felt the bursting 'water balloon,' drenching all of us in her ejaculate. Her body didn't spasm or quiver at first, only her stomach muscles rolled violently across her abdomen. When Karen reached around to touch her clit, her whole body began to violently shake, as she screamed, "Fuck," over and over again.

Many moments later, her strength drained, she slipped over onto the bed. Karen and I followed her over, and we continued to fuck her slowly resting on our sides. Her trembling continued, although her wailing had finally stopped.

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I heard the front door bell but ignored it at first, thinking I was hearing things. After a short pause, however, I heard it again, and this time, whoever it was, was leaning against it like a cab driver leans on a car horn during rush hour. I looked at the clock and saw it was a little past eight. "Who the fuck...," I said under my breath. I got up to put on my bathrobe.

Karen was lying alongside Barb's still quivering body, slow pumping the strap-on into her ass, and said with sleepy irritability, "Whoever it is can come back tomorrow. Come back to bed Sir, and we'll flip dear heart around and do her the other way."

The doorbell stopped ringing.

"How about we flip you around and do you, instead?"

"Hmm, that sounds scrumptious," Karen purred, while kissing Barbara on the back of the neck.

I was about to take my robe off and do just that, when we heard pounding on the door this time. "Jesus, what are they using, a sledge hammer? I'm going to see who it is...And don't come again, either of you, or I'll be very upset."

"Yes Sir," they said in unison, and giggled.

When I got to the door, I just about swallowed my tongue. It was Barbara's mother, Lisa.

"Oh, I'm so glad your home," she said, breathless and frantic.

"Lisa, what's wrong?"

"Is Karen home?"

"She has a touch of the flu, and went to bed early."

She blurted out, "It's Barbara; I haven't seen her all day. I don't know where she is, and I can't get her on her cell..." She continued to ramble on in full panic mode, and ramping frantically higher with each passing second.

"Lisa, what is she, nineteen, twenty? She's probably at a friend's house."

"No, you don't understand. This isn't like her to just leave and not tell me where she's going, or at least leave a note. When I got back from my mother's, I found the house wide open. I've called all her friends, but no one's seen or heard from her all day. I don't know what else to do. I know she's always been fond of you and Karen and wondered if she's here with you guys."

Trying to sound concerned and sincere, I said, "I'm sorry Lisa, I saw her this morning cutting the grass, but I haven't seen her since. You know, you could have just called instead of coming all the way over here."

"I know, but I remembered that she sometimes goes to the library to catch up on coursework during holidays. I'm thinking she may be there and forgot to turn on her cell phone. I was wondering if you or Karen can give me a ride to see if she's there."

"Where's Bob?"

She started to cry in frustration, "He's at work and can't leave. I wouldn't bother to ask you this but our other car's in the shop."

Then I remembered Bob and Lisa had fallen under some bad financial times, which was probably another reason Barbara didn't go to Florida for Spring Break. The Grants couldn't afford the luxury. Bob had to take a night job just to make ends meet. Karen and I even lent them some money a couple of times to see them through the month.

I touched her arm to console her, "Of course I'll take you over there..."

Unexpectedly, she threw herself into me, and hugged me tight out of relief that I would help her. She quietly sobbed a 'thank you' into my chest.

At that instant, a flood of emotion, mental sights, sounds, and smells coursed through me as an electric current, and it was all coming from Lisa. I became cognizant of everything that had happened to her over the past few months or year, and it flashed across my senses and consciousness in an instant.

I knew in that moment she hadn't been fucked in months, maybe in years. I saw her masturbating in the tub, or in the shower. I heard her shattering orgasms, followed by the soft sobbing of neglect and guilt she felt when finished. I saw Bob through her eyes; sleeping, on the couch, or in his chair in front of a glowing TV late at night, or snoring in their bed with Lisa by his side, and she's wondering sleeplessly if he'll ever touch her again. I could smell her pent-up sexual frustration wafting off her like a cheap perfume. She was just dying for someone, anyone, to touch her in those secret places with love and lust, but was too loyal and loving to seek comfort elsewhere. Pathetically, I saw her sneaking peeks at the adult novelty store as she drove by, trying to screw up enough courage to go inside and buy a vibrator. To buy at least something phallic and tangible that would pleasure her deep, even if her husband wouldn't. Worst of all, I sensed that she had all but forgotten what it felt like to have someone hard, warm, and willing thrusting into her with desire.

Inexplicitly, I did something I would never have fathomed doing in a million years. I reached up and cupped her groin. I felt nothing by a hot wetness bleeding through her panties and onto her skirt. I swear I felt her pussy twitching in sexual anticipation from my touch.

She quickly stepped away from me with a look of shocked horror and insult donning her face. I thought at first she'd slap me before running home, but she just stood there, staring at me. She lowered her eyes to my groin, and saw my massive erection in full view, poking out through the edges of my robe. I followed her eyes down to look for myself. I had noticed during Barbara's blowjob that my cock was still growing, and was pushing passed nine inches in length. Now, in the dim, ambient moonlight on my front porch, it looked positively massive. Could I have grown that much in so short a time?

I heard Lisa swallow hard. When I looked up at her again, she was staring into my eyes. The expressions of insult, shock, and panic were gone, and I no longer sensed any maternal concern for a missing daughter. If I were to causally mention Barbara's name, Lisa would have asked, 'Who?' Instead, all that stared back at me was unconcealed lust. We exchanged no words in that brief moment we stared at each other, but she fell to her knees and sucked me in. I sensed no remorse, hesitation, or guilt from her, just a total submissive desire for my cock and the rapid flood of her saliva all about me.

I forced her further onto me, well past the point I met with resistance. She accepted it all, and more. I grabbed her hard about the temples and thrust into her as I just thrust into her daughter, wondering if she could taste her daughter on me. The very thought made my cock swell even more.

I pulled out of her to tease. Long strands of her saliva dripped off her chin, splattering her blouse and skirt. She kept her mouth open, wide, waiting for me—silently begging me to fill her again. I slid back between her wet lips. Her eyes went wide with lust as I fucked her face viciously. She slid a hand up between my legs to knead my ass.

I pulled out of her again, and forced her face into my balls. She sucked them in, lewdly rolling them around with her tongue as I smeared my dripping cock around her face.

"Stick out your tongue," I commanded.

When she did, I slapped my cock down on it several times, making a loud, wet, squishing sound each time. Then I shoved into her again.

"Lick my balls with my cock in your mouth."

She tried several times, gagging loudly as she tried to push me further in, but she could never get me in far enough to reach them with her tongue. I laughed at her efforts, "That's all right, Lisa. Karen can't do it either." On hearing Karen's name, Lisa began sucking on me harder.

I thought about Barbara's blowjob as her mother serviced me. Then I had another thought, one with mother and daughter going down on each other as I fucked both of them. All I need do is invite Lisa into the bedroom and it would all happen...

'No!' I screamed in my mind, and I shut my eyes against the thought. Reeling back, I picked Lisa off the porch, and threw her headfirst into the front door. Pushing her head down and against the door, I kicked her legs wide apart. I flipped her skirt up and onto her back, and wrenched her panties off in one clean jerk. They were soiled, and damp with her arousal.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 13



She was saturated. Her musky scented wetness filled my nostrils. As soon as I slipped my cock-head into her, she began moaning loudly. By the time I was fully inside her, she was screaming in ecstasy, and continued to scream as I slow pumped her pussy. Apparently, hearing what sounded like a woman being tortured to death, every canine in the neighborhood went off like alarm bells at an intruder. What with Lisa screaming, and every dog frantically barking, the neighborhood sounded like some poor unfortunate was being devoured alive by wolves. It would only be a matter of seconds until their masters came out to investigate, and hear the reason for their alarm. I pushed her soiled panties into her mouth and clamped my hand over her, but it had little effect in muffling her screams. Fortunately, I only had to pump her a few more times before I felt her release; or rather, heard it first, as a large volume of her ejaculate went 'splat' onto the porch below. Lisa's legs buckled out from underneath her, as her body jerked violently in climax. She fell, but I grabbed her hips and held her ass close to me. I continued to fuck her slowly as she continued her muffled wails with her head lying in the puddle of her ejaculate.

Her spasms and screaming eventually slackened. Pulling out of her, I gently put her ass down on the porch with the rest of her. She laid on the cool, wet concrete of the porch, wrapped up in the fetal position and continued quivering, her soiled panties still stuffed in her mouth.

Touching her shoulder, I said, "I'm going to put on some clothes and take you to the library."

She didn't have any strength to lift her head from the concrete, and just nodded it slowly.

"Are you going to be alright out here?"

Another, sleepy head nod, followed by a soft moan.

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When I entered the bedroom, Karen asked alarmed, "What took so long, and what the hell was all that racket outside?"

"Oh, something got into the garbage cans and pissed off all the neighbors' dogs, probably a raccoon." Then to Barbara, I said, "Your mother's at the door."

Now it was the daughter's turn to panic, looking exactly as Lisa had when she was frantic about Barb's whereabouts. "Shit," Barbara said, as she scrambled to put on her clothes, "Shit, shit, shit! You didn't tell her I was here, did you?"

I had to laugh at the idiocy of her question, and joked, "Why yes, yes I did, and I told her you'd be right out after you finished sucking my cock."

She didn't think I was kidding at first, and looked at me in horror. Seeing the look she gave me, I laughed again, and said, "She thinks you might be at the library, you dork. She wants me to drive her over there to look for you."

Barb breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to dress while mumbling to herself, "Jesus Mom, can't I go a day without telling you what the fuck I'm doing every five minutes." Then a more urgent thought crossed her mind, "Shit, what do I tell her?"

I was putting on shorts and a golf shirt, and asked, "Do you have a good friend that will cover for you, someone that your mother doesn't know very well?"

"Cathy. I met her last semester at school. Mom's never met her."

"Here's what I want you to do: call your mom's cell phone and tell her you've been with Cathy all day. Tell her you just now realized you had your cell phone off. After you get done talking to your mom, you better get hold of this Cathy and make sure she'll cover for you in case your mom ever talks to her."

As Barbara went to get her cell phone, Karen said, "Jesus, Lisa must be freaking. You want me to go with you and help?"

"No, I got her calmed down in my own way." I almost laughed at my unintended double entendre, then added, "Besides, I told her you went to bed early with the flu. I think it would be better if you just stayed in the bedroom until I get Lisa home. Oh, and make sure Barb doesn't leave until I get back."

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When I got back out to the porch, Lisa was sitting in one of our Adirondack chairs, smoking a cigarette and talking to Barb on her cell. When she saw me, she said into her phone, "Okay, Will's here...Do you need a ride...No, not later, right now...I said now!"

Lisa hung up the phone and smiled up at me in relief. "That was Barbara. The little brat was at a friend's house with her cell off, some Cathy person she just met. She's getting a ride home."

"See, I told you everything was okay."

She nodded her head in embarrassment, and smiled sheepishly.

I touched her cheek, and said with a sly grin, "And what about you, are you okay now?" I pointed at her ripped panties still clutched in her hand, and said, "I guess I owe you a new pair."

Pointing to the symbol of her transgression, she looked up at me with the same lustful light in her eyes I saw earlier. She smiled seductively, and asked, "Is Karen still asleep?"

I just smiled.

She jacked up her skirt to her waist, and spreading her legs, panted, "How about another fuck before Barbara gets home. Just a quick one."

I chuckled, "You just had a 'quick' one. So quick, you didn't even give me enough time to get off." I dropped my shorts. My cock sprang up and quivered inches in front of her mouth. "I always teach Karen a lesson whenever she's a quick fuck, and make her..."

I didn't even get the words out before she lunged onto my erection with opened mouth. Latching both of her hands onto my ass, she pulled me as far as she could manage, then bobbed her head rapidly and forcefully.

When she got enough of her drool slathered on my cock, I pulled out of her, saying, "Jerk it out of me, Lisa. I like to watch my cum flying into Karen's mouth whenever she's been a selfish girl."

I was struck by how much she looked like her daughter as she stroked me feverishly. As with her daughter, Lisa would occasionally pop my cock-head in her mouth to add more of her natural lubricant to my stick. Yes indeed, Lisa was certainly her daughter's mother. I thought again about that debauched scenario from earlier, although, this time, mother and daughter were side by side on their knees, trading duties in mouthing my cock.

What with that vision in my head, and Lisa's well-adept hand stroking, it didn't take her long to bring me to climax. Unfortunately, at least for her, Lisa's aim wasn't very good. I had another large load, almost as large as the one with Karen yesterday morning. Lisa braved my onslaught well, keeping her lusty mouth open and tongue extended well outside its confines, as each of my heavy shots landed just about everywhere on her face except in her mouth.

After Lisa stroked the rest out of me, she was about to wipe her face off with her panties, but I stopped her, "Don't do that, you should be proud of your accomplishment. I don't want you cleaning yourself off until you get home. And no fair cutting across my lawn, use the sidewalk. Now scat, Barb may be home at any minute."

As long strings of semen continued to drip off her face, she playfully brushed her hand along my erection one last time before setting off down the street toward home—humming a sweet and merry tune the whole way. I watched her take the long way around, down my driveway, then up the sidewalk. After I saw her enter her house, I went inside to get Barbara.

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I told Barb to wait about ten minutes before going home herself. She still called us 'Sir' and 'Mistress,' while kissing the two of us before leaving. As soon as I closed the door behind her, I turned to Karen, "I want to know what really happened today."

Karen looked perplexed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, cut the bullshit. You and I both know she wasn't locked out of the house."

"She asked me to lie about that. I knew you'd see through it, but she made me promise anyway."

"All right, you promised you'd lie to me. So what really happened?"

Karen went and sat down at the kitchen table before speaking, "It was in the early afternoon when she dropped by, asking all sorts of questions about you. I knew she always had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on you, but..."

"What kind of questions?"

"Real personal ones like what you and I did in bed. How good you were in bed. What you liked and disliked as far as sex. At first, she made it seem she was asking out of curiosity. You know, like she was getting tips on what to do with a boy she liked, so I was candid with her."

"You told her all this crap?"

"I know I should have kept my mouth shut. Lisa should be telling her this stuff, but you know how Lisa is with sex, so I thought I'd play the mother this time, and answer her."

I didn't let on that it wasn't Lisa, but Bob, who had a problem with sex. Instead, I asked, "That was it then, just a few general questions about our sex life?"

A look of embarrassment immediately crossed her face, "At first. After a while, though, she started asking me how big you were. How much...you know...how much you liked blowjobs, and if you were good at going down on me. How long you could keep it up, and how many times we did..."

"She asked all this?"

Karen nodded, "She even asked if we did...you know...any group stuff."

"You didn't tell her any of this crap?"

Karen only stared at the floor, red-faced.

I exploded, "What the fuck, Karen! How could you just tell her..."

"...Because it was turning me on!" She looked up at me shamefaced, before continuing, "I can't explain it. There I was talking with Barbara and getting really fucking horny as she's asking me all these intimate questions. You have to believe me, I've never thought of her as anything but a niece, even a daughter, but it was like it wasn't me talking to her, but someone else. There I was, telling her how fat your cock is, and how you feel inside of me, how you taste, how I love it when you come in my mouth, or when you come in my...in my ass."

"Jesus Christ, Karen..."

"Shut up, I know!" She started to cry out of embarrassment, "I even told her all about that night with Jackie and Gloria. I told her everything. What you did to us, what we did to each other, all in perfect detail. And the whole time I'm telling her this, I can feel my panties getting drenched."

"And that's when you fell into each other and kissed?"

"Not hardly, that's when it started to get really weird." She stared into space for a while, as if gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I finally got her off the subject of you and me by asking questions about her boyfriend, school, anything. I thought that with the change in subject I could calm myself down so I wouldn't burn a hole in my panties. You know, ease back into Karen Henry. And it worked for a time." She paused, and absentmindedly asked, 'Is there any scotch in the house? I need a drink."

I poured us both a glass, then asked, "So what was weird, besides everything that just fucking happened between us?"

She took a large gulp before answering, "After a short while, I wasn't listening to her as she prattled on about whatever. Instead, and for whatever reason, I started daydreaming about tying her up and doing so many nasty things to her. I was thinking like we did to Cecilia, except tying her up with ropes in one of our straight-backed kitchen chairs." She took another long pull of her scotch.

"That doesn't sound so weird, considering..."

"Shut up and let me think," she snapped, "Anyway, I'm thinking about...you know...doing stuff to her...And then you'd come home, and we'd both do stuff to her...And as I'm thinking this, I look at her, and honest to god, she's getting turned on."

"What do you mean?" I tried to keep my voice even, but inside I was beginning to freak out.

"I mean, she got all flushed, and broke out in a sweat. She started to fidget in her chair like she needed to go potty. When I looked down, I saw a large wet spot in her crotch. She saw me looking at her and didn't try to hide it, as if she wanted me to know, and to...you know...do something about it." She took another sip scotch, before continuing, "I swear, if I didn't know any better, I would think she was reading my mind or something, and getting turned on by my thoughts. Really silly, isn't it?"

Now, I was really freaking. "Then what happened?"

"Well, I just got those thoughts of her out of my head as best I could. I didn't want this going down that road any further than it had, and that seemed to work. I started to feel normal, and it looked like she was starting to cool off as well, as she went back to talking about school. Then we started making dinner, and that's when she dropped the egg. You know the rest."

Christ, it was happening to her now. She was acquiring the same ability I had to influence those around her. I didn't think it was as strong in her as it was in me, but nonetheless, a cold chill ran up my spine.

However, what she said next froze my heart.

She said it absentmindedly and to herself, as if she were musing about an insignificant coincidence that barely needed comment except that the 'coincidence' reminded her of another point she was trying to make. Taking a more thoughtful sip of scotch this time, she mused, "God, just thinking about tying her to a chair was setting my pussy on fire, just like in my dreams with Gloria..."

"Dreams about Gloria? What dreams?" I blurted out, interrupting her.

She snapped out of her thoughts, and looked at me blankly for a second, before saying, "Oh, I've been having these weird dreams every night for the past couple of weeks. Anyway, as I thought about Barb tied up in the chair..."

"What about these dreams with Gloria?"

She recognized the panic in my voice immediately, and asked, puzzled, "They're just silly dreams. When did you start getting frantic about what I was dreaming?"

"Just tell me what you're dreaming."

I listened as Karen described the same dream I was having, right down to the last detail, including the four, gnome-like creatures and the limping, veiled figure with the huge dick.

I must have turned white as a ghost, because she stopped her story, and said with a look of concern, "Will, what's the matter? What is it?"

Oh my fucking god, we were both dreaming the exact same thing. How the fuck is that even possible? Come on Henry, you stupid asshole, Mr. 'smart guy,' Mr. 'thinker,' let's see you try to rationalize this little tidbit away by calling it: 'Nothing more than coincidence mixed with paranoia.'

At that moment, I knew everything Beetlesmith had told me about the drug was a lie. Whatever the goddamned substance was, it certainly wasn't a benign chemical. Worse, whatever the fuck it was, I had brought it home and administered it to my loved ones. Those same feelings of dread and helplessness, that I was being pushed about in a maze I couldn't see, pressed down on my chest like a thousand pound weight. My stomach felt hollow and sick.

Karen saw the look of despair on my face, and asked with concern, "Will, what is it?"

"Nothing," I said, weakly.

She looked at me hard, "I know there's something wrong. Something you're not telling me about."

I should have told her then, but I didn't; partly because I didn't want to worry her, needlessly, and partly because I didn't feel like confessing my sins at that moment. Mostly, I didn't need the kick to my balls she'd justifiably give to me if I told her about administering the substance to her—to everyone.

I quickly changed the subject, "Look, I don't want anything like this happening again. We can't pull our neighbor's kids into our sex games."

Thankfully, that got her off the subject of my anxiety, as she asked, "What if she comes back over sometime? And she will. She liked what we did and she's going to want more of the same. I saw it in her eyes when she left."

"I don't know, but try to let her down easy. Tell her it was a mistake, a wonderful, pleasurable mistake, but one we can't repeat. Tell her it was too close a call with Lisa coming over like she did. Tell her it just wouldn't be right..."

Karen scoffed, "Like those arguments ever worked on a twenty-year-old girl who thought she knew how the world works."

I just shrugged my shoulders at the truth of her statement, but said as a final assertion, "All I know, I don't want to come home from work with her in our bed again. She's too close to us. She's too young and too inexperienced to be doing this stuff."

"Not anymore," Karen said, as a final statement of truth. Karen was right, Barbara was many things, but 'inexperienced' was no longer a fitting adjective. Karen made one last appeal to me, "This is going to break her heart if we shun her now."

"Better her broken heart than my broken face if Bob ever finds out."

I wondered what would push him faster into a rage, the fact that his daughter or his wife sucked on my cock until I came across their lips. To top it off I had just broken the promise Karen and I made to each other, not to go behind each other's back. Now, I was probably going to have both daughter and mother sniffing around for an encore performance. Jesus, I was playing with a dangerous fire that was slowly getting out of control. The trouble was I felt I had no way to stop it except to stop using the elixir—and I suspect even that would prove to be difficult. Yet, I had to try. I hoped that if I stopped using the drug—or whatever it was—these other symptoms would slowly subside, and stop altogether. That was another reason I didn't tell Karen about the elixir. I still held out hope that all this crap would blow over once we stopped using the substance.

Karen continued to push me in areas I didn't want to go, "You know, girls in her condition, being dumped like you're asking me to do, are unpredictable. She may just tell Bob and Lisa out of spite. Why don't I just play with her for a bit? You know, ease her down gently instead of just kicking her to the curb so abruptly."

'Play with her a bit,' that was Karen's code for, 'Let me continue to spank her until she squirts a little while longer.'

"You know, that's what every addict says to themselves, right before they shoot more junk into their veins. No Karen, it has to end right now."

"But..."

She started to make one more appeal, but I cut her off hard, "Enough!"

In a flash, her eyes turned into those obsidian-like orbs as she stared at me with anger and dread. A seething hatred lay behind those eyes, a hatred for me, because I wouldn't allow her to have her fun.

I looked back at her with equal contempt, and hissed, "Don't you ever fucking look at me like that again."

I suspected my own eyes smoldered black as Karen's did. God help me, I really felt like hitting her at that moment, and if she had continued looking at me with that hatred, I would have.

Fortunately, her demeanor and her eyes changed back to normal, and fighting back tears, she squeaked, "I'm sorry."

My heart melted when I saw the look of pain and fear I had caused. I pulled her out of her chair and held her tight, "I'm sorry too, baby. The last thing I ever want to do is make you feel bad."

She pushed her face into my chest and began to cry great, rending sobs, while softly saying, "I'm sorry," over and over again.

"Shhh, we both are, so don't cry," I said, trying to soothe her, while adding, "No more neighbors' kids, okay?"

She nodded her head against my dampened shirt.

"Look at me." When she did, I wiped tears off her cheeks, while saying, "I don't like you crying, it makes me feel bad."

"Good," she said, sniffing back a laugh. Her little joke was bringing her back to normal. I kissed her and she smiled back, weakly.

I patted her rump, "Let's go to bed, it's getting late."

As Karen went about changing into her pajamas, I picked my slacks off the floor to hang them in my closet. While removing the loose change and my keys from the pockets, I pulled out the two vials of elixir that Beetlesmith had so uncharacteristically given me. I had forgotten I had them. I stared down at them as they rested in my palm, and went back over in my mind everything that had happened today. I remembered I still owed him a grand for the substance, and I particularly remembered the oath I had just taken about not using it again. That oath was reinforced in me, given what had just transpired between Karen and me. I was about to empty them into the sink, when a glint of purple winked at me as it had done in Beetlesmith's shop. Before I could stop myself, and without any real thought of my own, I put the two vials in an empty cufflink box, and buried it deep in my sock drawer. Closing the drawer, I stood rigid for a moment thinking of Beetlesmith and all his lies and subterfuge.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 13



"As far as his payment," I said quietly to myself, "The old fuck of a lying fraud can suck his payment out of my dick. I'll never venture near his shop again."



Beetlesmith's Ch. 14



Once again, a big thank you to Miss Bella who took the time to edit this chapter, as well as for her technical advice on the use of certain adult toys described in the story.

I first asked my wife if she'd wanted to try it out, but she was a bit reluctant to be a guinea pig. I think her exact words were, "Fuck you!" and "Stick it up your own ass if you need to find out!" After that, I had to seek other avenues for information.

Lastly, a very special thank you to Miss C and the very special stories she writes. 

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The next day, the first thing I did was call some of those to whom I had administered the elixir, and determine if they were also experiencing any weird phenomena. I didn't want Karen finding out about these calls, which would inevitably set off alarm bells in her head given recent events.

I called Jackie first. Our conversation was long and confusing—it was Jackie, after all. In between all the Jackie babble, I was able to discern two things: first, Brenda was still pissed at her for only inviting Cecilia to our dinner party; and second, to my relief, she wasn't experiencing anything out of the ordinary. What constituted 'out of the ordinary' for Jackie was still a mystery to me, but I did gather she wasn't having any weird dreams. She did say that her cats were acting up lately, something about a bad aura invading the house, or some such nonsense. I left our conversation on that note.

My next call to Gloria needed to be more discreet. I knew if I were too overt with the nature of my call, it would probably get back to Karen, and worry her. Now I know Karen and Gloria had been talking with each other at least once a week since she left, and from what Karen relayed to me, Gloria was doing fine. However, I really needed to talk to her directly, without Karen as a go-between.

Gloria was her usual, chipper self when she answered her cell, "Hey Will, didn't expect to hear from you. Is everything okay? How's Karen?"

"She's doing fine, sweetheart. Do you have a minute to talk?"

"Sure, I've got some time before I go on rounds. I bet you're going to try and woo me back so that we can run away together," she giggled.

"There's a thought," I said, laughingly, "But there are some things I wanted to ask you since you're a nurse, and I'd rather not let Karen know. It's probably nothing, but you know how she tends to worry."

She voice suddenly became full of concern, "Will, what's wrong?"

"Nothing really, but lately I've been having pretty bad fits of insomnia and I haven't much of an appetite."

She drew quiet for a moment as if in thought before answering, "Usually that kind of stuff is caused when you're overly worried, or too anxious about something," she paused for a moment, "Will, if you're worried about Karen and that thing she did...You know...With that other guy, I can assure you she feels terrible about that. Please believe me. I don't think she'd ever do that again, if that's what's been worrying you."

I was happy to hear she guessed wrong on what was troubling me, and more than happy to hear her opinion on Karen. Moreover, the fact she thought my problems were with Karen specifically would make it less likely our conversation would get back to Karen. I continued along these same lines, "You're right. I have been worried about Karen, and hearing you say those things is taking a load off my mind. Plus, things at work have been pretty chaotic lately. All of this crap is probably weighing heavily on my mind."

"See, that's probably all it is. Quite worrying about stuff and you'll be able to sleep. And really, you can stop worrying about Karen. From what she's been telling me, you've really lit a fire under her bottom. She can't get enough of you, the lucky snot."

"Yeah, things have been going well for us, but what about you? Have you had any problems eating and sleeping?"

"Me? I've been eating like a horse, although I've had some sleepless nights...Thinking about you." She giggled. I could almost hear her blushing.

I asked, slyly, "Oh, so you're dreaming about me now?"

She paused when I mentioned 'dreaming,' but after a long moment of quiet thought she answered, "No, no dreams, just thoughts of you. Speaking of that, when are you and Karen going to pay me a visit?"

"I think we can swing a trip your way in a couple of months, just as soon as I get things quieted down at work. Okay?"

"Okay," she said, brightly, and then blurted, "Oops, I've got to run. Rounds are starting. Bye Will!"

When she clicked off, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that whatever was happening relative to the side effects of the elixir was confined to just Karen and me.

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With my mind relieved, I tackled my vow of sobriety concerning the elixir with gusto. I kept my thoughts as far removed from it as possible, and continually told myself, 'never again' as far as its use. I even kept my thoughts fairly pure as they related to any extramarital partners for Karen and me, given my mental influence of those around me. This wasn't too difficult to do. Karen and I continued to rage in passion for each other, and spent many an hour or three 'playing together' every morning and night. When I wasn't occupied with Karen, the rest of my time was spent trying to fix the disasters Kendall had left me at work. These occupied most of my waking thoughts outside of my marital sex life, and kept my mind squarely centered on those problems, alone.

So, for the first week of my 'sobriety,' things were going pretty well. As far as I could tell, Karen wasn't diddling with any of the neighbor's kids, particularly Barbara, and none of the other women in my life, particularly Lisa, came sniffing around for special treats. I almost had one lapse in my resolve, however, and it came when I paid a visit to our local adult novelty store.

I was anticipating this coming Saturday with Denise and our scheduled fun and games session, and decided that a couple of anal plugs for my two lovelies would be a wonderful added bonus to the festivities.

The store was deserted, save for a guy who was thumbing through the adult DVDs, and a store clerk who looked bored behind the counter.

The clerk was a twenty-something woman, one of those Goth/Emo types whose attitude and dress I never understood or found appealing. Typical of the genre, she had jet black hair, which was complimented by her solid black attire and matching, heavy black boots. She was covered with numerous tattoos on her arms and neck, and piercings along her ears and lips. I'm sure she had a tongue piercing, although it wasn't obvious when I talked to her. I did see a large butterfly tramp stamp surrounded by thorns and a single rose tattooed on the small of her back, peeking out from under her short, black blouse. All that aside, she was very sweet and helpful. She must get a kick out of the older patrons, like myself, who ask about marital aids, because when I asked her about anal plugs, she dropped the bored look on her face and immediately came out from behind the counter to help.

After she finished showing me the various sized plugs that the store had in stock, I asked, "When these things are in, do they interfere much with...You know, vaginal penetration?"

She smiled before answering, "It depends on the size of the lady and on the size of the man. Usually if the plug's too small and the guy's too big, it pushes the plug out. That's really a buzz kill, 'specially if you have to fish around in the dark trying to find it on the bed." Pointing to the larger plugs, she continued, "And with these, 'fuck-me-that-will-never-fit,' plugs, although they won't pop out, it's best to tease your lady with one of these thinner vibes, or use a pocket rocket on her...Well, you know."

As she picked up the various items to show me, another gadget caught my attention, "How about that egg vibrator?"

"Ooh, good call. I was just coming to those. They work really well. Just slip it into your woman...You know...Into her 'you know what'...When she has the plug in that is. Then watch the fireworks...Or should I say waterworks." She giggled into her hand after that last pun.

I got a kick out of her newfound modesty, which seemed totally out of character given her attire and pervious, hard-boiled attitude when she described the plugs. Smiling at her, I said, "Okay, I'll take two of those medium-sized plugs..."

Cutting me off, she said, "Hmm, his and hers. I like it. Now, I don't want to tell you what to do, but my boyfriend only likes using these smaller, finger-sized plugs on himself. He's such a guy. Anyway, as a guy, maybe you should dial it down a notch until..."

It was my turn to cut her off, "Well, they're really hers and hers."

She stared at me in embarrassment for a moment, and then said, sheepishly, "Wow. I mean sorry, I didn't mean to jump to conclusions."

"That's all right. I do it all the time, myself. I'll take two of those egg vibrators, as well."

As she was ringing me up, I noticed her breathing becoming labored, and a fine sheen of perspiration had formed along her brow, neck, and down between what little cleavage she possessed. By now, I knew that look, and it told me I was headed for trouble. It was the same reaction I got from Beth and Kimberly at the coffee shop.

After paying for the items, I was about to beat a hasty retreat before things spiraled out of control, when she said, "You know, since you're new to their use, I could demonstrate them for you. Show you how I put them in and stuff. There's plenty of room in the back with a real comfortable couch. Just give me a minute to lock up."

I felt that surge of sexual power and invulnerability again. I never felt more aroused and at the same time nauseous, as I tried to fight back against its control of me. Images flashed through my head:

The Goth girl was down on her elbows and knees on the floor, her skinny ass pointing right at me. It was covered by a spider web tattoo, and on her left buttock, as if it were crawling out of her anus, was tattooed a Black Widow spider. I watched as she worked one of the larger anal plugs into her asshole. I saw her arousal, glistening and trickling down her thighs. With the plug properly seated in her ass, she looked back over her shoulder at me and rasped a plea, 'Fuck me now! Fuck me like a rabid banshee!'

I closed my eyes to the clerk and pushed the images out of my head. The sickness welled up in me with full force.

Through the fog of nausea I heard the clerk ask, "What's wrong?" All I could do was run for the door.

As soon as I hit the parking lot, my stomach emptied as I vomited, spraying some person's white-walled tires and soiling a little girl's shoes as she was skipping by. She turned and ran back to her mother, screaming, "Mommy, mommy, that man just puked on me!"

I ignored her and her mother as I stumbled to my car.

Once inside, all I could do was sit motionless with the air conditioning blasting into my face. After about five minutes, the nausea began to recede.

I continued to sit wondering how long this would continue. Would the sudden attacks of sickness eventually end, or was this how my life will be from now on?

When the last wave of sickness had finally passed, I was able to drive home without incident, although I continued to feel light-headed for the rest of the day.

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Fortunately, I had no more incidences like the one at the novelty store for the rest of the week. By Saturday, I was feeling my old self again, and both Karen and I were in steeped anticipation for Denise's arrival.

I started to gin-up Karen early by having her wear a pair of hot pants I had purchased for her sometime before the novelty store incident. I wasn't exactly sure of her size anymore, given her recent weight loss, but I made a reasonable guess.

Even with her weight loss they were tight—so tight I could easily see the impression of her 'camel-toes' in the crotch. Along with the pants, I made her wear a matching, tight-fitting tube top that exposed her flattened midriff and made her nipples protrude obscenely through the fabric. To finish off the outfit, I had her wear a pair of her spiked heels—colored red, of course.

Dressed as she was, I took us for a drive around town. Every so often, I would stop at a convenience store and tell her to go inside and buy something, a pack of gum, cold drink, anything. The only condition I made was that she had to spend at least five minutes walking up and down the aisles before coming out with her purchase.

At the first convenient store, she came out red-faced and well before the required five minutes. Throwing a pack of gum into my lap, she stared daggers at me, saying, "I can't believe you're making me do this."

I said, laughingly, "Naughty sluts need to show themselves off."

"You don't know what it's like to have all those asshole slobs gawking and drooling at you as you walk through the store, or see some mother cover her son's eyes. Please, can we just go home and not do this?"

"Oh relax. You probably gave all those guys a raging hard-on. They've probably never been harder in their lives as they watched your tight ass shimmy and your tits bounce as you walked by. I bet all those assholes race home to rub one out, or give their wives the monster fuck of their marriage, and it's all because of you. In fact, I bet the only thing those guys will be thinking about as they pound into the 'little woman' is you, and that tight ass of yours. They may be shooting their loads into their wives, but they'll be dreaming of those pert tits and sassy ass of yours."

I saw a wry, seductive grin crease her lips as I pointed that fact out to her. It started to turn her on, thinking that some other guy would run home to jerk off just from looking at her.

By the fourth convenience store, Karen was taking well over five minutes to complete the task I set for her, and a noticeable wet spot had developed, darkening the fabric around her crotch. 

When Karen emerged from the tenth convenience store, she was followed out the door by what looked like a trio of migrant farm workers. She walked ever so slowly toward the car, purposefully and lewdly swaying her hips. Even from a distance of about fifty feet, I could easily see a large, darkened patch of moisture covering almost the whole front of her hot pants. I could imagine it looked the same from her back end.

When she got to the car, she leaned in, resting on the door while handing me a bottle of iced tea. Sticking her ass far up and backwards, she shifted her weight between each leg, causing her tight ass to sway obscenely. Giggling, she asked, "Are those guys still looking at me?"

"You better believe it, baby, and each one as a bulge that can't be concealed. Jesus, major tent-pants alert! If those assholes get any harder, some cop's going to arrest them for indecent exposure."

She continued to wiggle her ass back and forth, and said, "You have no idea how much I want to taste your cock. My cunt's just dripping for you."

There was that word again. It gave me an instant hard-on whenever she said it now. I briefly entertained the idea of having Karen fellate me on our drive home, but figured we didn't need to spend the afternoon wrapped around a telephone pole being cut out of our car by the 'Jaws of Life.' I saw myself trying to explain to the emergency workers how Karen's head got wedged under the steering wheel with my dick crammed down into her esophagus, and cringed.

I just smiled at her, and said, "We'll see about that. First, I think we've done enough damage to those poor miscreants, better get in before they try to jump your bones." She was about to open the door, when I added, "Wait! Say the magic words first." 

I had no idea what she'd say, but was more than pleased when she rasped, "I'm just a slutty cunt who wants to suck your cock!" She turned and waved to the three migrant workers still ogling her, and then jumped into the car.

When we got home, Karen wanted to make good on her offer, but I turned the tease up higher, saying she would have to wait until Denise arrived. Karen spent the rest of the afternoon whining and soaking in her hot pants. I doubted the stains would ever completely come out.

By the time Denise showed up, Karen was close to stripping a gear.

It was around seven-thirty, and the bright light of the day was just beginning to fall into twilight, when we heard the doorbell. Karen and I both greeted her at the door, and she was stunning. Remembering my last command to her, Denise stood in the doorway, hands on hips, wearing nothing but a short raincoat—barely long enough to cover her fine, bare ass—and fully opened in the front exposing her beautiful body. She laughed at our stunned expressions.

Karen was about to yank her inside and close the door, when that surge of power hit me. This time I didn't fight it back, but embraced it, wholeheartedly.

I stopped Denise with a hand, and said, "Stay in the doorway and widen your stance." Denise slid her feet out against each door jam. Looking at Karen, I commanded, "Greet our friend properly. I want her nice and wet for me, just like you."

Karen looked at me incredulously, "What, right here?"

I just nodded my head in answer. Denise snickered. Reluctantly, Karen started to slip a hand between Denise's legs, but I stopped her with a reprimand, "With your tongue, you cunt!"

Upon hearing that word, a rabid light flashed in her eyes, and she fell to her knees.

Holding Denise tightly by the ass, Karen pushed her face and tongue fully into her vulva. Loud sucking sounds drowned out most of the other sounds from the outside, as Denise slowly closed her eyes to the pleasure of Karen's skillful treatment.

I moved closer to the two of them. Running gentle fingers across Denise's mons, I said, "I see you're keeping your pussy smooth and clean for me." Keeping her eyes closed, she just purred softly and smiled a response.

I slipped my hand further down. I could feel Karen's playful nose lewdly nuzzling Denise's clit, as she tongued deeply around her opening. Pinching Denise's clitoris between my index and middle finger, I ever so gently pulled her button away from her body, exposing it from its protective sheath. Karen knew instinctively what I wanted from her, and I felt her warm, wet tongue flicking rapidly across Denise's clit.

We stayed like that for some time. During our endeavors, a couple of cars passed by, as well as a barking dog followed by its owner on a bike. Karen only flinched slightly when she heard the bike rider ringing his bell, but really, there was little worry of our detection given the sheltered nature of our front porch. Still, the near-public display our lewdness added an incredibly erotic heat to our already simmering sexuality.

I slipped my other hand along Denise's backside and up into her groin. Her inner thighs were slick with her arousal. When I slid two fingers into her pussy, I felt nothing but a heavy wetness saturating every aspect of her. When Denise's legs started twitching and her knees were close to buckling, I made Karen stop.

"I want you two to go into the bedroom and prepare yourselves like before. Remember, you're not to touch yourselves or each other. I'll join you shortly."

Karen grabbed Denise's hand, as they sprinted to the bedroom. Because of her moisture-laden groin, Karen's hot pants made loud squishing sounds as she ran.

I figured they wouldn't need much time to prepare, although Karen was probably going to require a crowbar to get out of her hot pants. I heard some giggling and a lot of grunting as the two tied to pull Karen's pants off her. A few minutes later, all was quiet again.

I found them in the same erotic position as last time.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 14



I sat in the vanity chair, quietly admiring them. I can't say for certain for how long, but they remained as statues the whole time. I felt I needed to savor this vision. It's not every day that perfection holds court in one's home, or anywhere else on God's green Earth—and what I saw was nothing less.

They were sitting on their heels, side by side, with head bowed and knees flared far apart exposing their hairless pussies for my perusal. This time, however, instead of holding each other's hands, they had their arms behind their backs as if they were bound at the wrists. Behind them, a lamp on the nightstand shone brightly, casting shadows of their lean forms across the bed, down along the floor, then up along the opposite wall. The strong glow from the lamp put their features in darkened silhouette, as if they were cameos drawn by some Renaissance artist. Moreover, with their hair already disheveled and tousled, the backlight illuminated the individual strands of hair on their heads, making it appear as if their shadowed forms wore pagan crowns made of thin threads of silver and gold—they were, indeed, a picture of angelic perfection.

The only sound I could hear was that of a softly ticking clock, and their quick and shallow breathing through slightly parted lips. Beads of their arousal trickled down their thighs and glistened as small jewels in the wash of the backlight.

I started to feel light-headed, and my throat felt dry and scratchy. In my mind, I saw them sitting up on the bed, holding each other in a deep embrace.

Having become intoxicated enough with their vision, I commanded hoarsely, "Play with each other, but do not come."

They assumed the position of my thoughts. Their bodies clamped tight together, with their legs wrapped around the other's hips. Their tongues flicked against each other, savagely. Their breath came as loud, gasping sighs through opened mouths. As their tongues meshed one into the other, so did their vulvas, as they slowly yet forcefully rubbed their pussies against each other during their embrace. I guess I had ginned-up Karen a bit too much during the day, because even this minor rubbing foreplay pushed her into climax.

The look on her face was priceless as she felt her release begin before the appointed time I had set. A look of sudden shock, surprise, and panic bloomed across her face, which was quickly followed by a hard squint of her eyes and tightening of her jaws. She did this as if scrunching up her face would actually help stem the tide that was fast rushing toward her pussy. She gave into the tide when her climax became inevitable. Quickly slipping a hand over her pussy, she continued rubbing the pleasure out to its fullest, as a wide-eyed look of euphoria briefly melted any anxiety from her expression. I say briefly, because once it was over she looked over at me with embarrassment and shame.

"Naughty, slutty girl..."

"I'm sorry...," she started to say.

"I didn't say you could talk. Come here and lay across my knees."

Her stomach felt hot against my thighs. Her groin was hot as well, and wonderfully slick with her arousal and ejaculate. I rubbed her clit for a moment, sending renewed waves of pleasure coursing through her. Just as she hiked her hips up involuntarily to meet my rubbing fingers, I slapped her ass five times in slow succession. The slaps weren't hard, but my abrupt change in venue—applying pleasure before the pain—caused her to yelp like a little puppy at each blow.

I rubbed her clit again, and said, "That was for questioning me at the front door."

When I felt her body relax into my rubbing fingers, I spanked her again, five times in slow succession. This time I put real force behind my blow. Karen stayed quiet throughout, but a thin veil of tears trickled down her cheeks, and her buttocks glowed noticeably red.

"That was for speaking out of turn. Are you going to be a naughty, headstrong slut all night, because I can keep doing this for as long as it takes?"

She shook her head wildly.

Pulling out the bag with the items I had purchased from the novelty store, I said to Denise, "Come here sweetheart, and bring that bottle of lube with you. Now reach in the bag and bring out one of those anal plugs."

When she did, I spread Karen's cheeks wide, and said to Denise, "You should know what to do."

Denise took her time getting Karen ready for the plug, by working one then two fingers into her anus while always applying a liberal amount of lubricant. When she thought Karen was loose enough, Denise squirted another good amount of lube on the implement and slowly pushed it into her. Karen, being the good little anal angel, kept her ass relaxed through most of the insertion. Only when Denise had pushed the plug to its widest point did Karen start having problems accepting the tool. She clenched her buttocks briefly against the pain, as the large, bulbous middle of the plug stretch her sphincter wide. Feeling strong resistance, Denise stopped the plug's advance for a moment, fearing she was causing Karen too much pain. She removed it briefly to squirt some more lube on the plug and into Karen's asshole. I stroked Karen's buttocks soothingly, while saying to her, "Try to relax baby. It's almost in." Karen just nodded her head, and flexed her hips and ass further back to ready herself for the final assault.

Denise added a gentle finger to Karen's clit as she pushed the plug back in. What with the additional lube, along with the relaxing finger massage, Denise easily pushed the bulbous middle passed Karen's sphincter this time. With the job done, Denise sat back on her heels with a cute little grin on her face.

I asked Karen, "How does that feel, baby?"

"It...It feels wonderful," she relied, as she flexed her ass cheeks around the plug's stop.

"I'm glad, but now there's a little matter of you coming too quickly that must be dealt with."

Karen started to whine, "I didn't mean to..."

"I know. Naughty, slutty Denise made you come, but I specifically told you not to. Now a penalty must be paid."

I pulled my hand all the way back and spanked her hard on the left cheek. It sounded like a whip-crack as it reverberated off the bedroom walls. Karen screamed.

"If I remember right, when another little slut we know came without permission, you gave her five, hard swats."

"It was only four...," Karen blurted out, before I silenced her with another hard blow to her right buttock. This one left a distinct, crimson handprint on her ass.

"Four, five, what's the difference? Now it's ten. Don't correct me again, slut."

I aimed my next blow right for the cleft of her ass. I felt the stop of the plug against my palm as the whip-crack of my hand exploded off the walls again. Karen screamed again, but her wail trailed off into a throaty, lust-filled moan of delight.

I took a moment to give her my version of the 'Jackie slap.' My hand made loud squishing sounds against her well-saturated vulva as Karen continually uttered loud, throaty moans.

Looking over at Denise, she was still sitting on her heels watching the spectacle with delight, and had absentmindedly cupped her breasts in one hand while teasing her pussy with the palm of the other.

"You better not make yourself come like this other slut, or I'll do worse to you," I said to her. She gave me a look that said, 'Promise!' with her eyes, before she dropped her arms to her side.

I gave Karen three more hard spanks, one for each cheek with the last zeroed in on that cleft. She didn't scream this time, although the tears continued to stream from her eyes.

I took a hold of Denise's head and put her between Karen's legs. She dived into Karen with complete abandon, as I saw her mouth and tongue working vigorously around Karen's clit and opening. When I stroked Karen's buttocks, I saw that she was clenching and unclenching her ass, trying to work the plug further around inside of her, augmenting the pleasure Denise was imparting.

When it sounded like Karen was close to climax, I had Denise stop. Karen started to whine in protest, but I spanked her again three times, silencing her. This time, my blows were so hard that even I could feel the sting in my hand.

"That was only nine. I'll save the last for later since you've been such a good little slut. And since you've been good, this time I'll let you come."

I slipped her clitoris between two fingers and pulled it gently away from her body, much like I did with Denise at the door. It felt like a slick, oblong pebble between my fingers—hard and smooth. Then to Denise, I said, "Let's give this little slut what she needs."

Denise's tongue flicked wildly at Karen's clit. As if to keep time with Denise's tongue, Karen's cheeks wildly flexed around the plug's stop. When I grabbed the end of the stop with my other hand and jiggled it around, Karen immediately arched her back and didn't stop screaming until I let go.

Karen lay motionless, draped over my legs like a deflated balloon. When Denise came out from between Karen's legs, her face was smeared with Karen's ejaculate and arousal. I pulled her to me, and kissed her deeply, tasting Karen on her—inside and out.

I asked her, "Have you been a naughty slut as well?"

Her blue eyes turned a deep violet and then to black, as she rasped, "Oh yes, so very naughty."

I spanked Karen lovingly to get her moving, "Come on, up you lazy slut. Help me prepare the other slut."

I didn't have to do much once Denise lay across my knees, as Karen did much of the work preparing our friend—and getting considerable enjoyment out of it herself, I might add. So much enjoyment, in fact, that Karen spent far more time sticking her face into Denise's vitals than sticking in the plug. I really didn't mind, as I spent much of the time ginning up Denise with questions about how naughty she was that week.

All of her naughtiness revolved around her fantasies. However, my questions led Karen and Denise into a little, jealous interplay that the two put on—I suspect done for my benefit.

Denise's naughty fantasies involved just her and me, with little mention of Karen except only in some minor capacity at times. Her exclusion of Karen wasn't overt in her storytelling, but as I listened to her fantasies, you couldn't help but notice that Karen was being relegated to an insignificant suck bunny and nothing more. Karen was becoming increasingly red-faced, I think more out of excitement rather than anger, with each salacious fantasy Denise told.

During one particular naughty story, where Denise detailed how she pulled Karen's face into her pussy, forcing her to suck us both as I vigorously fucked her, Karen interrupted with a harsh, "And how did you do that, bitch?"

Calmly, Denise explained, "Just like the other night dear. I grabbed your head and smeared myself all over your lovely face. It was so yummy having you suck on my pussy, and you were so willing and able, and loving the treatment."

Karen spanked Denise hard. A large, ruddy colored raspberry bloomed on Denise's right buttock. Karen spanked the same spot, asking, "Did I?"

Rather than having a tone of distress or discomfort, Denise's voice dripped with subdued arousal, "Oh yes my dear. After a while, it was all I could do to keep you from devouring my pussy. And Will was masterful as he pounded into me. I don't think he's ever fucked a woman better. I couldn't get enough of him, and you couldn't get enough of his thick cock as it slid into me, sucking and tonguing on his balls and shaft like you did. Oh, how he made me squirt several times into your waiting mouth."

Karen spanked Denise repeatedly until her left ass cheek glowed red, all while saying with a laugh, "I bet you did, but try and yank my head into your pussy now, bitch."

Denise turned her head toward Karen, her eyes, looking bright and earnest to some task she had set in her mind, appeared as glassy obsidian globes. Yet, a whimsical smile donned her lips as she tried to grab a hunk of Karen's hair.

With a laugh, Karen leaned away from Denise's lunging grasp and continued to slap hard at Denise's ass. Denise's arm continued to flail about, as she vainly tried to grab a hold of Karen. Karen just sat back and taunted Denise, mirthfully and unmercifully, "Come on slut, let me see you squirt." She punctuated the last five syllables with five sharp slaps to Denise's already red behind.

It went on like this for a bit; Karen taunting and spanking, Denise lunging and missing, and both laughing playfully. That is, until Karen made the critical error of leaning forward during one of her taunting spanks. Denise seized upon Karen's unforced error, grabbing Karen by the hair, then pulling her hard into her crotch. Once captured, Karen easily fell into the role of 'unwitting victim' by wrapping an arm around Denise's hip and pulling her face fully into Denise's vulva.

Karen continued to tongue Denise with frenzy as she worked a finger or three around Denise's asshole. Karen's taunting also continued, but it was more of a form of self-humiliation, asking between light spanks to Denise's ass, "Is this how I sucked on your pussy in your dreams, bitch...Or was it like this?" Denise only moaned an affirmative for each shifting maneuver of Karen's tongue.

By now, Karen easily had three fingers deep in Denise's ass, and was well on her way to working in a fourth, all while continuing to tongue and lick Denise's pussy with expert dedication. However, Karen was doing too masterful a job. As I listen to the strain in Denise's voice, it was clear she was on the verge of coming. I remind the two, "Punishments galore, Denise, if you come without my permission."

Karen only laughed. Full of revelry and self-satisfaction, she continued to suck hard on our friend's clit, pushing Denise closer to disobeying my wishes.

Denise's lower torso shook and vibrated in sexual agony. She squealed like a lost puppy, and tried to shift her body away from Karen's deft tongue, but Karen held her tight.

Finally, Denise barked, "Please, don't!" There was real distress in her voice as she tried to push Karen away from her with a trembling hand.

Karen 'tickled' her a bit more with her lips before backing off with a giggle, but continued to work her three fingers around in Denise's bottom. Karen slapped Denise's ass a couple more times, while taunting, "Did you also whine like a little bitch when I was eating you out in your dreams?"

Denise only laughed brightly, and pushed her rump back hard against Karen's massaging fingers.

Now that Denise was more than pliable, Karen squirted a liberal amount of lube on the plug and into Denise's asshole, and then easily seated the anal plug with minimal trouble.

Denise slipped off me and onto the floor. She was still breathing hard from her near orgasmic splendor, and from fear that she nearly violated the rules I had set. Moreover, finding herself free, she dropped the façade of aloof captive and stared at her tormentor with a look that can only be described as a piqued, sensual anger. Karen, with a wry smile touching her lips, stared back at Denise in like manner.

I grabbed both by the hair of the back of their heads and held them apart. They winced at the strong tug I exerted, but they remained compliant and silent.

"You treated each other poorly," I said, finally.

Their only response was to shift their gaze away from each other and onto me. Pulling each up on their knees in turn, I kissed them sweetly, and then commanded them to kiss the other. I still held their hair as they fell into each other's arms and kissed with a deep, unabashed passion. I let them continue like this—kissing and purring in contentment—while gently running my fingers through their hair.

"Stand before me," I commanded.

They stood silent and still in front of me, their heads bowed with hands clasped behind their backs. Their hair was messed and matted, held tenuously to their skin by a thin film of sweat and arousal. They appeared every inch as if they had already been fucked well—long and hard. Kissing each in turn just above their navel, I clasped a thin, delicately crafted chain around their waist; one chain of gold ornamented with a small diamond for Karen, and another, made of silver with a sapphire, for Denise.

"You are never to remove these chains," I said, softly yet sternly.

I didn't need to say any more about the significance of the gift. Both knew instinctively its meaning as they gingerly traced a finger along their new possession, feeling the coolness of the metal as they pressed it playfully yet respectfully against the warm skin of their abdomen.

I sat back in the chair to admire them as they continued to fondle their chains. After some moments, I finally said, "You both look beautiful," then standing, I took each by the hand and led them out into the backyard of the house.

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The night was warm and there was a full moon. Several of the neighbors were out on their patios enjoying the warm, night air as well. I couldn't see them, given we had a six foot high security fence surrounding the property, but every now and again I could hear their muffled laughter erupting from various points surrounding us. The air was thick with the pleasantly rich, sweet scent of hickory smoke emanating from numerous barbeque pits.

"There are people out here," Karen hissed, trying vainly to hide her embarrassment.

"Oh, I doubt they'll pay you any mind," I said, laughingly, "Besides, our fence more than blocks the backyard from casual view. Now, I want to watch my pretties walk around the yard. Do a little pagan moon dance in honor of our evening together and for my gifts."

"Where are you going to be?" Denise asked in a whisper, and with the same embarrassed tenor as Karen.

"I'll be sitting right here on the patio enjoying your show."

Karen struck a comical posture—reminiscent in many ways to Botticelli's painting 'The Birth of Venus'—standing with legs crossed, an arm wrapped around her chest and a free hand draped over her groin as if she could hide her nakedness. She scanned the fence line for any onlookers. Seeing none at the moment, she asked in a consternating whisper, "How long do we have to stay out here?"

Sitting down in one of our chairs, I answered absentmindedly, "You'll know when it's time to go in. Now dance for me."

They walked tentatively along the fence line at first. Hand in hand and in a slight crouch, they slowly made their way along the perimeter of the yard while continually scanning the area for danger as if they were yearling fawns on the first day of hunting season. Every now and again, a burst of laughter erupted from one of the neighbors, sending my two does into a low squat close to the ground. Only when they were sure no one had spied them would they continue their tentative walk along the fence line. 

After a while, however, and with only a little mental prodding on my part, Karen and Denise became more comfortable with their situation. They still held each other's hand, but they began to walk boldly in a more straight-backed position.

Creeping ever closer toward the center of the yard—and closer to full view by anyone who'd notice—they augmented their stiff, straight-back posture by thrusting their breasts far forward and rumps backward. Occasionally, they would unclasp their hands in order to lovingly squeeze or stroke the other's bare rump and playfully manipulate the stop of their friend's anal plug.

Although errant noises were still met by them with a cautious crouch, they didn't linger in that position for long. Instead, their brief hesitations were quickly followed by bright laughter before they continued to walk proudly upright once again.

Eventually, the two totally ignored even the occasional boisterous and long protracted outbursts from the neighbors. Their previous, embarrassed crouches were supplanted by a soft brush of their lips, or a sensuous squeeze of the other's breast. Their soft kisses eventually gave way to a full, passionate embrace at every provocation.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 14



Now, fully exposed in the middle of the yard, for every noise, laugh, or even murmur from an adjoining yard, they would whirl about as if in a dance, grab each other by the ass, play teasingly with the stop of the other's plug, and kiss deeply.

Their newfound, playful exuberance was met by me with a loud warning, "I'll be very displeased if either of you come." At which point they would brightly laugh, stuck their tongues out at me, and continued on their walk.

I began to notice both were having problems with the plugs, which were starting to work their way back out their openings given the women's continual exuberant walking, dancing and fondling. To remedy this, they took to walking on their tiptoes, which invariably tightened the muscles in and around their buttocks, thus keeping the anal plug snuggly secured inside. The tightening of their muscles also increased the feeling of pleasure as the plug still shifted within them as they walk. Now, each of their footfalls was met with a soft moan of delight.

Their heightened sense of eroticism aside, I could tell they were now fully enthralled by their own, audacious behavior, and I sensed neither felt the slightest tinge of modesty or embarrassment.

It must be exciting for them to be a plaything—to be the object of relentless attention and desire—and that excitement was all born out of my discipline. Although the exacting discipline I was imparting would leave them, at times, crying and breathless, I always followed that torment with exquisite sexual release. As such, it all became a positive feedback: discipline into tears, tears into release, and release into desire. All shifting back again until, in the end, they yearned for the discipline above all else.

There was laughter again from one of the other yards. My two nymphs laughed loudly in response as they whirled about and grabbed each other hard, kissing passionately with no care they would be seen. In fact, now they wanted the world to see them. They wanted the world to know who and what they were: slaves to my sexual desires.

I was entranced by their spectacle, as well. Walking gingerly as they did, on tiptoes with chests and rumps thrust outward in a haughty display of raw sexuality. It was as if they occupied some fairy tale world, where it was fitting and natural for beautiful women to display themselves as such. The chains they wore, the symbol for our bonding together, accentuated my vision; glinting sharply as they did in the pale moonlight, it added an almost mystic quality to their pagan, midnight walk.

I thought it time to go inside, but as I got up from the chair, I noticed a head peering over the fence. I knew right away that it was Bob Grant, Barbara's father—I guess he was home early from that second job. I don't know how long he had been watching. I'm not even sure he knew I was present, for his eyes never left Karen and Denise even after I called out to them to come back inside.

I thought that he should attend to his wife, and give Lisa the fucking she most needed and deserved. Seconds later, he turned away from the moon-lite spectacle, and quickly walked back to his house.

Karen and Denise wrapped themselves in their arms one last time before sprinting up to the house, still on tiptoes.

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Breathless, the girls found me sitting in the chair of Karen's vanity. They stood in front of me with heads bowed once again. This time, they held hands tightly as they waited for me to speak.

I widened my knees well apart, telling each to sit on a thigh, facing me while straddling a leg. I blindfolded them both with two colorful silk scarves that Karen seldom wore. Playing with them a moment, I ran a wet finger around their breasts, causing their areolas to dimple and harden into ruby-colored disks. Their breath came sharply through clenched teeth when I pinched their hardened nipples, and they involuntarily puffed out their chests each time a raked my fingers across their breasts and down to their abdomen.

"You two have shown remarkable control so far, especially during your little pagan walk."

They both sighed heavily in answer, and puffed their chests out further, trying to push my fingers harder into their breasts.

"But which of you truly has the greater control, I wonder? Take a hold of my knee and lean back. Now wiggle your bottoms against me."

I felt them grip my knees tightly as they set about shifting their bottoms back and forth against my thighs. The stops of their anal plugs dug firmly into my legs as they pressed themselves down. The sensual feelings they were garnering must have been exquisite as the bulbous, phallic device shifted about inside of them, all told to me by the look of ecstasy that bloomed across their faces. And although the hard rubber against my legs was uncomfortable at first, I forgot all about my own discomfort when I saw their reactions to the feelings they were harvesting.

They had to maintain such a delicate balance. Seated, as they were, precariously on my legs, they needed to exert a large amount of strength throughout their bodies to keep from slipping off to the side or falling backward. Along with the physical exertion, there was the sexual, as they strained to maintain a continual level of arousal without pushing themselves too far over the edge. It wasn't long before a fine sweat broke out across their faces and chest, and their thighs and abdominal muscles trembled incessantly from increasing sexual excitement.

I brought out my final gifts for the evening. Inserting the egg vibrator into each pussy, I turned the device on low to start.

That delicate balance they worked so hard to maintain was quickly pushed out of kilter.

It was a deliciously slow torment. The egg vibrators hummed a soft, seductive tune as they slowly ramped up their level of excitement. Their musky arousal seeped out of them unabated, staining my pants where they sat, wiggling against me.

I softly, yet sternly, reminded them about control, while at the same time commanding them to wiggle their bottoms all the more. It didn't help their control that I played with their breasts, raking my fingers across them, or pinching their hardened nipples. When I massaged their montes, or touched the outer labia near their clits, it was all they could do to keep from coming.

"Control," I whispered again as a reminder.

They gave me a nervous, frustrated laugh in answer. They were both on the precipice of climax, but I wouldn't allow their release, which tormented them delightfully. Soon, their hard raspy breathing gave way to soft, closed-mouth moans. They bit down hard on their lower lip while squeezing their eyes tight until small tears were forced outward—all done as a mental bulwark against the rising tide of climax.

I commanded them to kiss each other; and although it took their mind briefly off the torment, the added physical exertion to keep from slipping off my leg as they leaned sideways into each other, was almost too much for them to handle. Their thighs and stomach muscles shook with increasing fatigue

Then, the most amazing thing happened. When I touched them again around their bare montes, I sensed something I had never felt before. It was a subtle vibration, or more accurately, a soft bubbling, as if my hand were resting on the outside of a teakettle as water simmered gently inside.

At first, I thought I was feeling the egg vibrators working their magic; however, the feeling of soft bubbling had a more biological flavor rather than mechanical. Moreover, as time passed, I felt the bubbling inside of them intensify, and this increased intensity correlated with Karen and Denise's increased moaning and ass wiggling.

I quickly took my hands away in shock when I realized what it was—I was feeling their slow build-up toward climax. It was a good thing I blindfolded them, because my shocked expression would have alarmed them.

Again, I was dumbfounded at my power, and rejected my initial conclusion at first, thinking it totally irrational, but I watched and listened to them intently, none-the-less.

Their breathing and body language all suggested that they were very close to orgasm. So close, they probably could not control their release for very much longer. When I put my hands over their montes again, I felt a ragging torrent of bubbling deep inside of them as if their 'tea kettle' was at the point of a rolling boil.

Then the thought struck me that I wanted them to take a little longer and extend the pleasure. It was then that I felt the boiling slacken inside of them. I heard their breathing return closer to normal.

It was as if I turned the flame down low under their metaphorical teakettles, and the water contained therein immediately dropped back into a low simmer.

Again, I placed my hand upon their montes and pushed them up to near climax, and again I felt the rapid boiling of their approaching climax. This time, and with just a thought, I broadened the feeling of arousal to where it encapsulated their whole groin—their screams of ecstasy nearly shattered the windows.

I concentrated exclusively on Denise. I pushed her rapidly up to climax, and just when I felt she would break, I slowly brought her back down to a low simmer. To mask my efforts, I teased at her inner labia, making it appear to her that her rapid climbs were due to more attention to her clit, but in reality I was doing all of this with my mind alone.

I pushed her all the way up this time and held her sustained just at the edge of climax. As I continued to hold her at that point, I noticed beads of sweat running down her chest and across her hardened nipples. Even the small sensation of her own sweat tickling her sensitive skin made her gasp, her body wrenched with pleasure. She tried to push herself over the orgasmic edge by fiercely wiggling her ass against my thigh, hoping beyond hope that the movement of the anal plug within her would somehow push her into release—but I didn't allow it.

I did this to her, repeatedly. I tamped her arousal down to a slow simmer before pushing her to near climax, and then holding her in that heightened state. It was maddening for her. Almost too maddening, however, as I sensed Denise was close to passing out.

It was during one of those times where I kept her boiling on the edge of climax that Denise broke with protocol, asking in a halting, rasped whisper, "Please...No more..."

"No more what, sweetheart?"

"Please...Make...Make me come. I ...I can't take it anymore...Please!" Vainly she tried to swallow and talk at the same time, falling into a coughing fit at each syllable.

I removed my hand from her vulva and took my thoughts away from her boiling arousal. That seemed to calm her.

Stroking her thigh soothingly, I said, "If you come, you lose the contest and Karen wins..."

"I don't care," she answered, breathlessly.

"...And numerous punishments await you for disappointing me...."

"I don't care...Please!" Her last 'please' came forced and loud.

"Very well, wiggle your ass against me."

Frustrated, she whined, "I...I am wiggling...Can't you see...Please!"

"No my dear, I want you to rub against me slowly, as if my leg were a giant cock you need to pleasure."

She exaggerated her motion, rubbing herself slowly up and down my thigh. On one of her close, forward slides to my torso, I mentally started her slow climb toward climax while briefly touching near her inner labia. I did this each time she slid forward, mentally prodding her arousal a little bit higher each time while masking the effects by touching her. 

When I had her about halfway to orgasm, and on her next slide forward, I intensified the euphoria across her whole groin.

"Oh my god," she loudly belted out, "Oh my fucking god!"

Karen cried with concern, "Denise!" 

Karen reached a groping hand toward Denise, done, I suppose, to provide some womanly comfort or support.

I barked at her, "Don't touch her, she's mine!"

I was taken aback by my sudden flash of anger. The sound of my voice came out deep and full of malice. Where did that hate come from? I saw Karen snap her arm back to her side, as far away from Denise as she could. Seeing the fear stamped on Karen's face, I quickly regained my composure, and said in a more benevolent tone, "Don't touch her, my love, not without my permission. I know I've been neglecting you, but it won't be for much longer."

"I'm sorry," Karen squeaked, as she continued to wiggle her ass.

Denise was in such a sexual fog I don't think she was listening to Karen or me. Instead, she began to rub her bottom faster against me, as if that would accelerate her climb. I said, laughingly, "That won't help. Slow yourself or I'll stop touching you."

I took my finger away from her labia and mentally tamped down her arousal again as punishment. Immediately, she began to beg, "No...Please don't stop...Please."

"What will you do for me if I let you come?"

"Anything," Denise grunted, her voice steeped in aroused torment.

The deep malice was back in my voice again, as I played with her as a mouse, "You are never to fuck or suck anyone without my permission. Understand?"

"Yes."

"You can't even fuck Jack without my say so. If your husband wants to fuck you, you must call me first. Understand?"

"Yes."

"You're not even to fuck that boy toy you've been seeing."

She tried to project ignorance, but I cut her off, "Don't lie to me. I smelled him on you when you entered my house. I can smell him on you even now..."

...And I could. Well, not smell, exactly. I could sense she had been with someone this past week, and it wasn't Jack. I saw a small part of her past life in my mind, just as I had Barbara's mother when Lisa held me on the front porch.

I continued to berate her, "...Even after I told you I wasn't going to share you with anyone else, you fucked that child anyway."

"I'm sorry," she gasped repeatedly, "I broke it off with him, and I meant it to be a clean break...But...But..."

"But he wanted to fuck you one last time, or else he'd cause you problems," I said, finishing her thought.

"I'm sorry," she gasped again. The tone of insurmountable shame was unmistakable in her voice, even as her lungs wrenched in agony.

When she finally got control of herself, I put the full force of my newfound powers behind my final ultimatum, "You're not to even think about fucking another without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

You're mine...Totally and completely...Forever."

"Yes...Yes...Yes!" she yelled after each condition.

Her loud 'Yeses' quickly became unintelligible screams as I pushed her rapidly into orgasm.

I think I pushed her too quickly, however, because her screams sounded more like shrieks of pain and terror, rather than pleasure—oh well, live and learn. I'll do it more subtly with Karen.

I found it impossible to distinguish between the two—pleasure or pain, or pleasures of pain—as Denise continued to scream with blood-curdling strength. It was only her occasional, wide, opened-mouth grin that indicated these were screams of absolute, unbridled ecstasy. Moreover, for each blood-curdling shriek, a near fire-hose of gushing ejaculate flowed out of her, drenching my pant leg and my shirt, from belt to chest. The most amazing thing, however, was actually feeling her release. I've never felt anything like it before. It was as if her whole being, or the strength that encompassed her being, issued out of her through her pussy along with her ejaculate. As her strength emptied, conversely, little by little her pleasure continued to rise, until all that remained, all that she emitted to me, was the absolute ecstasy of contentment and bliss.

Karen, who was still blindfolded and had no such ability to see Denise's ejaculation and expressions of pleasure, assumed the worst, thinking Denise was in extreme pain. She screamed Denise's name with utter panic in her voice and started to remove her blindfold. I calmed her down with a finger to her mons and vulva, and pushing her arousal up a bit, and said in hushed tones barely audible above Denise's screams, "She's fine, my love. She's just having that orgasm she was begging from me...And you're next."

Toward the end of Denise's orgasmic splendor, all she could do was sit rigidly on my leg, hands still clutching my knee forcefully, her jaws moving silently up and down as if she were mouthing a silent prayer of thanks. Although her ejaculate continued, it had neither the force nor volume as before, becoming nothing more than a slow trickle of fluid onto my pants. Her tight grip began to slacken. Finally, she fell over onto the floor, quivering.

I pulled Karen close to me, kissing her deeply. She felt weak against my arms; weak from the physical exertion she exuded to keep herself balanced on my leg, as well as from anticipation of what was to come. When I removed her blindfold, she looked down at Denise's quivering form still rolled up in the fetal position, and gasped.

I said softly, but loud enough for both to hear, "That's what happens to slutty cunts that disobey me." Then talking directly to Denise, I reiterated, "Next time, I won't give you release. I'll let you stew in sexual agony. You're never to fuck or suck anyone else, unless I say so!"

Compliant to my demands, Denise had slid her blindfold up on her forehead and nodded her head, weakly. There was something in her eyes, however. A look I was pained me to see—it was fear.

I said jokingly, trying to lighten the atmosphere, "And to think, you used to be such a quiet fuck."

My humor was lost on her, because the fear in her eyes intensified as she backed away from me like a tormented animal.

I could tell by her look, she knew in her heart that what occurred between us wasn't normal. It was too far out of the realm of possibility. Yet, her mind was murmuring the opposite, 'Impossible, how could he have such power?'

I knew that look. She, too, was caught between heaven and hell. Just like me. Our hearts and heads were at polar opposites—we were both children grasping at straws in a whirlwind of changing reality.

I went a bit too far with the discipline, certainly with my method of punishment. I was far too bold, revealing too much of my acquired powers.

"Put your blindfold back on and come here," I said to her gently, with a smile.

She slid the blindfold back over her eyes and gave a soft whimper as she crawled toward me, groping with an outstretched hand. When she touched my knee, she clamped her arms and body tight against me as a person might grip a railing on a steeply descending set of stairs. She continued to pull herself along my leg until her face brushed against my chest.

Gently clasping her cheeks between my two hands, I pulled her up to kiss her, saying, "Don't be scared. Didn't I make you come in the way you've always fantasized? In the way you've always dreamt?"

I felt her body relax into mine when she heard the reassuring tone in my voice. She nodded her head in answer. An impish smile escaped from her parted lips just before she returned my kiss. She was about to wrap her arms around me and deepen our embrace, when I stopped her, "No sweetheart, you must be punished for disobeying me with your boy toy. Now, you must always keep your hands behind your back until I say otherwise," then to Karen, I commanded, "Pull my cock out so she can suck."

It took some doing, but Karen eventually fished my cock out of my pants. She gasped when she saw my size. I had noticeably grown since the last time we had sex, standing out well past nine inches in length and almost as big around as her wrist at the base of my shaft. She was about to say something about it, but I pulled her tight against me and kissed her before commanding, "Pull my balls out too. You know how I like my slutty cunts to tongue my balls before sucking on my stick."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 14



Karen fished the rest of me out, laying my heavy balls down on my pants. Putting her free hand on my chest for support, she drank in the visual of my massive tool pulsating in front of Denise. An unrestrained lust beamed from her eyes as she contemplated bouncing up and down on my fat cock until she screamed in orgasm.

I had Karen shift around on my leg so that both of us were facing Denise.

I started to play with the two as I did with Barbara, pushing forward sexual scenarios with my mind, and on which they acted. In between each of my 'mental suggestions,' I would torment them in the most deliciously excruciating, sexual detail: ramping each up to ever higher flights of arousal, holding them there until they begged for release, then pushing them back to a low, rolling simmer before starting it all over.

However, this time with Karen, I wasn't as obvious in my actions as I had been with Denise, and it paid dividends.

At my mental prodding, Karen took Denise by the hair, pulling her closer to me. Karen had braced a leg against my other thigh to maintain balance, and in so doing, blocked my view of Denise's face as she was pulled closer. I didn't mind, however. It was as if I, too, were blindfolded. It intensified the erotic atmosphere for me to hear only Karen's commands and occasional play-by-plays of the action, while feeling the direct effects of her words being actualized by Denise.

When I felt Denise's nose barely brush against my shaft, Karen intoned, "Kiss Will's balls, bitch."

Seconds later, I felt Denise's wet lips taking long, open-mouthed kisses against my scrotum. Frequently, she darting her tongue across my sack, adding a bit more moisture and a warm tingle to the fray.

Her open-mouthed kisses were soon joined by short bouts of subtle sucking, as she pulled first one and then another of my testicles into her mouth, rolling around each with her tongue.

"Oh yes, suck on those balls," Karen intoned, softly, "Master loves it, and it gets him so very hard and full of hot, yummy cum."

When I heard her refer to me as Master, I pushed her arousal up a bit. Sort of as a conditioning response. Immediately, Karen released a soft moan of delight.

Karen intoned softly, "Such a good little bitch, tonguing Master's balls for me. Now, suck them both in and get him nice and hard so that he can fuck me."

Denise pulled both my balls into her mouth and tongued them vigorously. I could feel her nose lewdly rubbing against the underside of my shaft as she worked her tongue all about my scrotum.

As Denise continued to tongue and drool on my balls, Karen pressed my cock against her face, smearing me all about her.

"Feel that?" Karen asked, rhetorically, "You're its slave, now. You're Master's cock slave."

I pushed Karen's arousal a bit higher when she referenced me again as Master, and she responded in kind. Still having a hold of Denise's hair, Karen pulled her up off her heels, while saying, "Up slave, time to get that fat cock slicked up for my pussy." 

I could feel Denise's warm tongue and hot breath enveloping my shaft as her face was pulled along my member. When I felt her pursed lips nibbling at my cock-head, Karen commanded, "Now suck, slave!"

Denise plunged down on me. Slowly bobbing her head, little by little she drew a little bit more of me inside on each descent. When I felt the back of her throat, she stopped her head-bob and concentrated all her efforts at pulling me in further. Try as she might, however, I had become too big even for Denise, as she fell repeatedly into choking fits.

On one of Denise's many attempts to pull me fully in, Karen added a less than helping hand, forcing her friend's head down and holding her their until she began to gag, and sending a large amount of saliva cascading down my shaft, bathing my testicles.

"That's right, slave," Karen intoned softly, almost absentmindedly, as if engrossed in the spectacle before her, "Drool on that fat cock for my pussy. Slave loves Master's cock in her mouth, doesn't she?"

Denise could only answer by awkwardly nodding her head, as Karen forced my cock deeper into her throat.

Then Karen pulled Denise up by her hair, bringing them together, face to face.

"Kiss me," Karen whispered.

Denise fell further into Karen as they kissed deeply. She was about to bring her arms out to embrace Karen, but I reached around and held them behind her back. This forced Denise to lean further forward and stretch upward without adding support from her arms. She trembled from the added strain and her renewed arousal.

Karen was fully in control now. She continued to kiss Denise about the mouth and face, while teasing her softly with questions, "Are you Master's cock slave?"

Denise only giggled a response as she continued to kiss Karen's lips.

"You love it when Master slides his cock in your mouth?"

"Oh yes," Denise said in a little girl's voice, then giggled again.

"Of course you do."

Denise giggled again with bowed head, as if embarrassed by the whole interplay with Karen.

"What if I were to deny slave our Master's cock?"

Denise started to cry, and for the life of me I couldn't tell if they were real or fake, but she continued to whimper, "No...Please," over and over as Karen stroked her cheek with a gentle hand.

It was such an astonishing transformation, particularly with Denise who assumed the total submissive—a little girl persona to Karen's more adult Mistress. Their transformation was so utterly complete and extraordinary that there was something disquieting about it all. So much so that chills ran down my spine.

I felt I needed to take them off their current track, and pulling Karen closer, said to her, "You stopped wiggling against my leg."

"I'm sorry Sir," she answered, breathlessly, "My mind was elsewhere."

I lifted her up and set her down on my lap so that my cock nuzzled up against her pussy.

I said sternly to her, "I want you to come. But first, tease me with your pussy."

She threw her head back and laughed. Kissing me on the cheek, she said, "You really know how to make me wet, Sir." She repeated the phrase seductively under her breath as she set about positioning herself for the tease.

She assumed a squatting position in my lap by bracing her feet against my knees. Then, wrapping her arms around my neck, she began a slow, up and down slide with her hips. By pushing her groin into my erect member, her warm, saturated pussy would glide teasingly along the shaft of my cock. She let out a soft moan of pleasure and pushed her hips farther forward, forcing my cock even harder along the folds of her vulva. When she would get to the top of her upward glide, she would take a moment to rub her swollen clit along my cock-head by rapidly shifting her hips. It was such a wonderful, inventive tease.

Already, I could tell she was near climax. Even the subtle, masturbatory hip shifting was causing her legs and the muscles of her stomach to tremble. I tamped down her arousal a bit with my mind less she squirt too quickly, spoiling my fun.

Throughout this time, Denise, still blindfolded, sat patiently on her heels, waiting for some direction from either Karen or me. I watched her for a while, as her face became flush and overheated from the knowledge of what was transpiring in front of her. She leaned her head in close to my groin, not enough to touch or taste, but enough to smell Karen's arousal as her pussy glides saturated my erection. I could almost feel the heat radiating off Denise's face, and could clearly see in my mind's eye her pent-up arousal and frustration at not being invited into the game. I made her wait, however—additional punishment for disobeying me with her boy toy this past week.

Instead, I grabbed Karen's breasts, jutted out far forward as they were, and pinched them roughly. She squealed in delight at my maltreatment, and pushed her chest even harder into my hands. She was so close, almost too close that I needed to take her mind away from her pending orgasm.

Whispering in her ear, "Remember that fantasy our cock slave told us?"

Karen opened her eyes and looked down. She laughed brightly seeing Denise waiting patiently and subserviently on her heels. It wasn't a laugh of mirth, however, but one borne out of pending revenge. The tables in Denise's naughty fantasies were turned. 

When she laughed and drank in the situation to her fill, she commanded Denise, "Time to suck, cock slave."

Karen's command was as a starting gun at the beginning of the race. Denise dove into my groin like a young colt dives forward down a furlong. As soon as her lips touched me, she began to take long, wet licks along the underside of my shaft. I could feel her breath coming as quick pants, moist and warm, bathing me each time her tongue raked across me. Karen continued her own pussy glide. Up and down, she slowly slid her pussy along the top side of my shaft, but always punctuating her upward side with that seductive tickle to her clit with my cock-head.

Both my lovelies fell into an exquisite rhythm, as both sets of lips, pussy and mouth, caressed each side of me in perfect, dual synchronization. Then, when they reached the top of their respective slides, pussy and mouth would play with my cock-head, each in their own, wonderfully erotic way. We were in a race all right, and Denise had become the jockey. Who would come first, Karen or me? It was still open to question.

Eventually, Denise added real spice to our sexual brew. When she reached the top of her slide, and while Karen rubbed her clit against my cock-head, she would strongly lap, almost slapping her tongue against Karen and me. Her hard swipes at us started down where my bulbous head greets my shaft, ending with a tight clit pinch with her lips as she tongued vigorously at Karen's pussy. It wasn't long before my cock was colored a deep scarlet and purple from her treatment, and even the thick coating of Karen's arousal and Denise's saliva slathered about my cock couldn't mask my own pre-ejaculate that flowed unabated from me.

Denise began nuzzling both of us with her teeth, gently scraping my sensitive underside until my cock continually pulsated lewdly against Karen's gliding pussy. With Karen, she bit hard at her labia before sticking her tongue deep into her hole while pressing her nose hard against her clit. From me to Karen, Denise shifted between us, biting, nuzzling, licking and sucking until neither of us could take the sexual agony much longer.

"I want you to fuck my cock now, slut," I rasped into Karen's ear.

Karen barked down at Denise, "Hold Master's cock still!"

Denise gripped me between her lips at mid-shaft. In one quick, fluid motion, Karen lifted herself up and sat down hard.

Once I was in, she wasted no time jumping up and down on my pole. There would be no long, thoughtful trusts or gentle screwing for her, and no brief interludes allowing Denise the pleasure of sucking on the two of us—not now. Mistress needed to come.

The ferocity in which Karen threw herself down onto my cock was almost painful for me. Not so much that she gripped hard about my neck, or that her bottom slammed hard into my thighs, but that the rubber stop of her anal plug continually smacked into my pubic bone.

I really didn't mind the pain, given the loud squeals of delight Karen emitted each time she crashed down into me. Now and again, her squeals were punctuated by an, 'Oh my god,' or by my personal favorite, 'I can't get enough of your cock,' and each time she squealed, I ramped her arousal to new heights if sexual frenzy. 

So forceful was her thrusting that Denise could do nothing by sit and watch.

Wrapping my arms around Karen's hips, I held her close to stop her bouncing. Whispering in her ear, I said, "Slow down my little slut and allow our friend to have some pleasure."

"No," Karen pleaded in a little girl voice, "I want you to fuck me. I'm so close. Please...Fuck me, Sir!"

"I will...In time. But right now I wish to see her suck."

Karen couldn't hide her frustration and anger, as she barked at Denise, "You heard him slave...Suck!"

I still held Karen firmly about the waist, but when I felt Denise's warm, wet mouth close about us, I continued to fuck Karen at a slow and steady pace.

Karen let out full-throated moan as soon as Denise began nibbling around her clitoris. I laughed devilishly into her ear, and said, "See, isn't that nice?"

All she could do was nod her head slowly, as she tightened her grip around my neck.

I could feel Denise shifting between us now, tonguing at my balls and shaft before moving off to nibble at Karen's swollen labia and clit. Unable to control herself, Karen's legs began to dance on their own as the pleasure mounted.

I pulled her down even firmer while I fucked her with deliberately slow force. I could feel the plug shifting about within her each time I thrust inside fully. When Denise continually raked her tongue across her clit, Karen began to wail.

She had reached the point of no return on her own accord, and orgasm was nearly inevitable, except I wouldn't allow her release. I touched her mons and held her at heightened arousal. It was as if I put her pussy inside a sexual pressure cooker, and just like a regular pressure cooker, where water remains in its liquid state well above its boiling point, Karen's arousal boiled continuously well past her climax. I continued my hard thrusting as Denise continued to flick wildly at Karen's clit, and Karen continued screaming in sexual torment until her voice became horse from strain.

When she finally screamed, "Please!" as a last plea for mercy, I let her go.

It's hard to say how long she screamed. When she was done, however, Denise was saturated with her ejaculate as large drops of Karen's fluid hung precariously off her nose and chin. A large smile donned her face as she continued to tease Karen's pussy with a finger or two.

Karen was leaning back hard into me as she continued to savor Denise's treatment. Her strength nearly spent, only her heavy breathing and the slight tremble of her torso each time Denise touched her where the only clues she was in the realm of the conscious. Finally, she smiled down at Denise's still blindfolded form, and cupping her friend's cheek in her palm, said slyly, "Such a naughty fantasy you had, but there's something else that needs to be added."

Denise tipped her head up toward Karen, a wry smile donning her face as she asked, "And what is that, Mistress?"

Karen had just enough strength to toy with Denise a little bit more, and lifting herself up, she pull me out of her. Holding my cock at the base, she waved it back and forth in front of Denise's face, while saying, "Suck...suck...slave. Open wide so I can jerk Master all over your pretty face."

Again, Karen held Denise by the hair and pulled her toward us. Just as Denise's lips brushed against my cock, Karen stopped her progress and began teasing her with my erection. Still holding me down by my base, Karen ordered Denise to sit still while she gently rubbed my cock-head across Denise's lips, along her jaw line, or across her cheeks, as she verbally taunted our friend.

"Such a big, fat cock," Karen said softly, almost to herself, "Does my cock slave think she deserves to suck on such a beautiful cock?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

Karen slapped her across the face with my cock, and said sternly, "I didn't say you could talk. Cock slaves only suck."

The blow wasn't hard, but Denise reacted as if a fist had hit her, snapping her head away from us.

Karen tugged at her hair so that Denise was facing us again.

"No, no! Don't turn away again, or cock slave doesn't get her cock. Now, answer me correctly, does cock slave deserve to suck Master's cock?"

Karen slapped her again with my erection. Denise stifled a cry. Her lips trembled as if she was holding back tears, but she maintained silence. Finally, she nodded her head, rapidly.

Karen went back to rubbing my cock-head across Denise's lips, saying in a soothing manner, "Good little cock slave. Doesn't Master's cock feel good?"

Again, Denise rapidly nodded her head in answer.

"And Master loves it when you suck his cock so lovingly, doesn't he?"

Another rapid head nod from Denise; although, this time, her lips had stopped trembling.

"Yes he does," Karen said, gently, "I bet cock slave thinks her mouth feels better on his cock than my pussy."

Denise gasped, and shook her head in a panic.

Karen giggled, "No? Well, then maybe I should put Master's cock back into my pussy, seeing that it would feel better for Sir."

Again, Denise shook her head rapidly. Her lips were trembling again, as she appeared close to sobbing.

With all of this rubbing and slapping and erotic taunting, a large drop of pre-ejaculate had emerged at the tip of my cock-head. Seeing the clear bead, Karen ordered Denise to stick out her tongue. She touched the bead to the tip of Denise's tongue, and then pulled my cock away slowly, leaving a connecting strand of my fluid to hang precariously in mid-air. When the strand snapped, Karen stroked me a little, teasing another clear bead to form. Again, she touched the newly formed bead to Denise's tongue, forming another connecting strand. 

It was my dream, or I should say, our dream, come to life. Did Karen realize the parallels between the dream and what was happening now? Was she purposefully recreating the situation, or was the dream influencing her actions on some subconscious level?

Her eyes smoldered like hot coals and her lips formed an almost cruel smile as she continued to form one connecting strand after another. It was a look that told me everything I needed to know. Karen knew exactly what she was doing and why.

A shiver ran down my spine. I half expected the four, gnome-like creatures to make their appearance, unannounced.

I heard Karen command, "Open your mouth wide, cock slave...Wider!"

Karen was still holding me firmly at the base of my cock as she slowly pulled Denise toward us by her hair. Instantly, I could feel an electric charge as Denise's warm, wet mouth closed around me. Her hungry tongue batted and slid all along my shaft with total abandon, sending additional sexual charges deep into my groin. Along with her batting tongue, she moaned fervently as if she were garnering sexual stimulation for sucking on my cock.

"Such a greedy little cock slave, sucking Master's cock so well," Karen giggled, "I can tell that Master's pleased. Can't you just feel his balls filling with his hot, sticky cum?"

Karen stroked Denise's sunken cheeks, lovingly, feeling the force of Denise's suction around me.

Karen giggled again, and said, "Come, come, no half measures for my little cock slave. You must swallow Master whole. All the way down to Sir's nuts."

With that, Karen pulled Denise closer to us, and sending my cock further into her mouth. I felt the back of her throat, causing Denise to gag, but Karen continued to pull her closer. I could feel my cock bending and sliding further down her throat. Denise continued to gag. When she began to cough up great rends of saliva, Karen stopped pulling her toward us.

I was about half way inside her. Karen held her in place for a few moments more, allowing Denise's saliva to flow all around me and out. I could feel her spit trickling down over my balls as she continued to gag and cough. Just when I thought Denise couldn't take anymore, Karen pulled her back off my cock.

Karen taunted her using a child's voice, "What's the matter, Master too big for you now? Poor little cock slave. What's a cock slave to do when a cock gets too big for her hungry mouth?"

Breathing heavily, Denise continued to sit on her heels, waiting with opened mouth. Long strands of her saliva hung off her chin and fell heavily onto her breasts and to the floor below.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 14



Karen pulled her onto me again. This time Denise didn't work me over with her tongue, but kept her mouth wide and relaxed her throat.

It was hard for me to believe given my size, but Karen had slid me nearly three-quarters of the way in before Denise started to gag again. Karen held me at that point, while Denise continued to gag, sending more saliva flooding over me. I could see Denise's mascara, mingled with her tears, bleeding out from behind her blindfold and running down her cheeks.

Karen laughed at the mess she made of her friend, before pulling her away from me.

Her saliva lay thickly about us, as long strands extending from her face to my cock, drooped down between us. Still holding me at the base, Karen smeared Denise's face against my cock, and ordered her to clean me. Denise greedily complied as she tongued most of her fluid off me, and just as she swallowed her excess, Karen plunged my cock back into her throat.

When Denise's lips touched Karen's grasping fingers, Karen held her steady. This time, there was no gagging from Denise, just soft moans of delight.

"Good little cock slave," Karen, praised, "I knew you could do it. Now, tighten those lips around Master. It's time for suck-suck."

Still holding her by the hair, Karen slowly slid Denise back and forth along my cock. At the same time, Karen stroked my shaft with her other hand following Denise's back and forth motion.

"That's so hot, cock slave. I love watching Master's thick cock sliding into your hungry mouth. It makes my cunt drip."

What with Denise sucking and Karen long stroking me, I could feel my orgasm rushing toward conclusion. It was one of those deep-seated orgasms—the kind of orgasm that starts well inside my groin, enveloping everything south of the border in a warm, comforting euphoria. The kind that continues to impart bountiful pleasure well after my balls has emptied of their heavy load across the face of my lover.

I grabbed Karen's breast hard, and then watched the events unfold with absolute delight—and what a spectacle it was.

Denise didn't react to the first few blasts, taking it like the cum-loving trooper that I've come to know and love, but her mouth filled quickly. Although she continued to suck and bob her head feverishly, large globs of cum leaked out from the corners of her mouth each time she pulled me in.

Seeing the thick trickle of semen making its way down Denise's chin, Karen—the devious slut that I've also come to know and love—pushed Denise back so that I was no longer in her mouth, and continued to stroke me slowly.

Such a sight I witnessed that still gets me hard every time I play it over in my head. Karen, the dominant mistress and giggling as a giddy little schoolgirl, continued to slow-stroke my shaft while Denise, compliant—although looking a bit defiant—sat motionless on her heels, accepting each of my long, stringy blasts with opened mouth.

I had rarely experienced a more satisfying and heavy orgasm, and felt momentarily drained from my shoulders to my legs. Poor Denise was covered from blindfold to chin with cum—Karen, the devilishly little slut made sure little of my ejaculate found Denise's mouth.

Karen wrapped her arms about my neck again, and leaned back into me. After kissing me sweetly, she asked with a sly grin, "Was that to your liking, Sir?"

Before I could answer, Denise, who by this time had removed her blindfold, pulled Karen off my lap. She pushed Karen onto her back, onto the floor, all while pinning Karen's arms to her side. Karen struggled feebly, making a mock effort at escape, but it was obvious that Karen no more wanted to escape Denise's embrace than Denise wanted to let her go. Denise hung her head over Karen's face, allowing cum to drip as long, thick strands onto Karen's lips. Karen scooped up the handing strands with her tongue, and followed them up to their origin, licking what remained from Denise's face.

Karen giggled and laughed the whole time she was licking Denise clean, although Denise had yet to say a word or even smile. When Karen had finished with her cleaning, and just as she was going to kiss Denise, Denise pulled Karen's head away from her face by the hair. With her free hand, Denise touched Karen's chin.

It was a silent signal that passed between the two. When Karen opened her mouth wide, Denise opened hers, allowing all of its contents to flow down into Karen.

As the last of my cum dribbled out, a faint smile creased Denise's lips, as she asked rhetorically, "Who's the cock slave, now?" Pushing her tongue deep into Karen, the two continued to trade cum between them as they kissed passionately.

Denise wasn't quite finished with Karen. They continued to kiss as Denise slid a hand between Karen's legs. Playing with the stop on Karen's anal plug, Denise gently massaged Karen's clit with her thumb. Given Karen's already over-sexed state, it didn't take Denise long to rub her into another shivering orgasm.

Even before Karen's orgasmic quaking had ended, Denise slid the blindfold over Karen's eyes. Then, with a laugh, she said "My turn," before assuming Karen's former position on my lap.

It went on much like this for the rest of the evening, where each woman took turns playing Mistress to the other's Slave.

******************

As for me, I had yet to comprehend fully the power I possessed at my fingertips, or, I should say, possessed with a simple thought. It was as if I had become the personification of Dionysus—where all those who crossed paths with me became drunk in guiltless, unabashed sexual frenzy. 

I not only filled them with desire and manipulated them with my mind, but I could provide them unbound pleasure with just a simple touch. However, it wasn't until near the end of our evening that I fully realized of my acquired powers.

After giving them what they wanted, letting them play they Mistress/Slave to their heart's desire, I decided to do things my way toward the end of the evening. Don't get me wrong, I love fucking them. Pussy, tits or ass, I love it all; but for me, nothing beats shoving a cock into a woman's hungry mouth in order to get my true sensual juices to really flow.

After blindfolding them, I positioned each on their backs, side by side, so that their heads hung well over the edge of the bed.

"Now stay as you are, still as statues, until I command otherwise."

I always found their mouths warm, wet and inviting, but I never really lingered or enjoyed that part of them. I always pushed deeper, deeper down into their throats—and pushing them nearly into sexual asphyxia and exhaustion at the same time.

I started with Karen. The little slut of a wife always said she couldn't get enough of my cock—well, open wide, sweetheart.

I plunged rapidly into her, stopping briefly only when her nose bumped firmly against my sack. Instantly, I felt her throat tighten around my cock.

"I can feel you like having my cock in your mouth as if it were your pussy." Her throat tightened around me more. "My, but what an accomplished little cocksucker you've become. Now, slut, show me how good of a cocksucker you are. I want to feel that tongue shifting along my shaft."

When I felt Karen trying to slide her tongue to and fro, I began to slow-fuck her mouth.

I'd pause briefly, pulling out so that she could get some air, before continuing the slow fucking of her throat. Every time I thrust into her, she emitted a cute, little 'Mu-awe' sound that made her throat vibrate, sending delicately erotic tingles deep into my groin.

I didn't leave the sexcapades at just a blowjob, even if my stick was fully sheathed in her throat. No my friends, no mere exercise into the pedestrian realm of deep throat would do—not for my lovelies. Now I introduced the real fire into the dance, one that, in the end, would produce bountiful rewards whenever I put my cock to their mouths.

Using my newly, realized power, I slowly ramped Karen's arousal up, ratcheting her ever closer to climax each time I allowed her to breathe.

I would mask my efforts somewhat by caressing her inner thigh, or lovingly massage her breasts—I can't be too obvious in my display of Dionysian power—but she couldn't help but connect her pending climax with my throat fuck.

Climax she did, with a soft shudder of her body, and a gentle trickle of fluid that seeped out onto the bed sheets. Not too forceful at first, though. I wanted this experiment into Pavlovian fellatio conditioning to accrue slowly, but inexorably. By the end of the evening, little by little with each deep throat venture, I would instill greater and more intense orgasms, until both my lovelies nearly reached climax on their own accord, and just from sucking my cock, alone.

Seeing the slow trickle from her pussy, I abruptly pulled out of her mouth, while asking, "Did you just come?"

She sheepishly nodded her head as she looked away from my gaze, not daring to look me directly into my eyes knowing that she disappointed me.

I said, sternly, "You selfish, little slut! No more cock for you."

She whined, "No, No, please Master. Let me finish you."

She opened her mouth wide, inviting me to continue the dance, and at the same time, trying to wrap her arms about my torso to pull me back inside.

"No slut, you had your chance for now. It's time I give the other little slut a chance. Maybe she isn't as selfish."

I left Karen whimpering.

Standing over Denise, I asked, "Well, are you ready, slut?"

Yes, Mast..." I didn't let her finish as I shoved my cock fully down her throat.

Neither of the two women could finish the task I set for them, which frustrated them to no end. I purposefully held myself back each time while pushing them both into evermore intense and rapid orgasm. You should have seen the comical looks they gave me as they tried to stave off their climax, knowing I wasn't even close to coming, myself.

Karen went so far at times to clamping her hands hard into my ass, holding me deep inside her. She held me this way until almost turning blue from lack of air, and all the while, trying vainly to induce me to climax with a rapidly shifting tongue and stuttering throat.

I must say, she was getting very adept at manipulating her throat muscles, causing them to shift about using a gargling rhythm while tightening firmly about my cock. Anyone else with a cock in her, and at any other time, would have quickly shot their load from her skillful manipulations. Sadly, for my poor wife, her newfound techniques were wasted on me; I wasn't going to let myself come—not yet, anyway.

After a minute or so, she would have to push me back and out of her mouth, gasping mightily for air.

Laughing down at her, I would, again, call her a selfish cunt, shift my position, and repeat the same thing with Denise.

We ended the evening almost as we started; me, playing with the stops of their anal plugs, masking their ramped up arousal into repeated climax. They, lying alongside me, passed me back and forth while sucking my cock in turn. This time I allowed myself to come, thick and heavy, over and over again, until the song birds of first light lulled us into sleep—and neither a strand nor drop found bed sheets or skin outside of their hungry mouths. Such appetites my darlings now possess. Such delectable, wanting, little cocksuckers they've become.

******************

I lie awake with Karen and Denise sleeping peacefully by my side. This time my insomnia wasn't due to nagging doubt or worry. A thoughtful calm enveloped me, as I gave one last thought to the decision I had made some days before.

I could live with this. I could live without the elixir, as long as it stayed as it is now.

I didn't need the multiple partners, the unabashed sex with strangers. I really didn't need to have Denise in my life, although Karen and I have grown fond of her with our Saturday night's ménage a trios.

Really, the only thing I needed was for Karen and me to continue as we are, near this level of sexual desire for each other. This is all I really need. Of course, it helps having the special powers I've acquired, but even those I would happily forgo as long as Karen and I stayed as we are.

Yes, I know what you are thinking: I'm an idiot to even think of foregoing these powers.

I agree, wholeheartedly. I make no bones about it, I do have simple tastes, and I may be approaching a level of stupidity almost unmatched in human history for these thoughts—but I could not care less. I was truly happy in my decision, joyful really. I was happy that the woman I love felt the same way for me as I did for her—and I would do anything to keep it as such.

But as a wise sage once said, and I paraphrase: happiness, as with glory, is fleeting.

Fleeting for sure, because fate, or whatever it was that has wormed its way into my life, had other plans for me.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 15



The next two weeks were a slow descent into hell for me. I didn't know it at the time, but my life started to unravel the next morning.

I was already awake when my two lovelies slowly returned from the land of slumber. Groggy though they were, I anticipated a renewed level of eroticism equaling that of last night, equaling that of every morning since administering the drug.

Yet, this morning was different. Both politely begged off having sex until...Well...Until well into the day; and our romp, although nice, was far less than I've experienced in many a week since that first time with Gloria. It was, to put not too fine a point on it, your garden-variety fuck. Don't get me wrong, even a mediocre fuck with two beautiful women is better than most things in life, but lately, I've come to expect more than the bland. Such is my anticipation now. Such was my initial disappointment.

It was as if the 'arousal faucet' had been shut off, as neat as you please. One minute, they're begging me to fuck them six ways 'til Sunday—pussy, ass, mouth or tits—and the next, nothing but lame promises. Even my mental prodding, so acute and infallible in elevating a woman's libido over this past week had no effect on them this morning. Obviously, my powers were abating, along with the ladies' sexual appetites.

I took this in stride. For after thinking about the new situation, I saw their change in attitude as a positive. Fool that I was—though not realizing how big a fool as yet—I assumed the residual effects of the drug had limits. Saints be praised!

Yes, I took it in stride. The drug was starting to wear off. There were limits to its effects on us, and as I looked past my initial disappointment, I began to feel relief that our 'peculiarities'—what I've come to call the strange events of my recent life—were beginning to dampen.

My relief at this new turn of events was short lived, however.

By Monday, it became evident to me that what was occurring wasn't just the drug wearing off. Something more insidious was taking hold of my life, twisting me about as if I were a ragdoll caught in that familiar whirlwind of chaos.

Yes, Karen's libido continued to fall, right through the proverbial floor, through the proverbial basement, and planting itself somewhere south of China. No morning 'twofer.' No evening 'twofer.' No anything for that matter.

Tuesday followed, then Wednesday, both with the same result. On Thursday, I got her to spread her legs long enough so that I could fuck her, but like that morning when everything changed with her and Denise, it was bland.

No, it wasn't just bland, it was humiliatingly boring. Jesus, talk about your mercy fuck, because that's what it was. She lay there like a lump, her eyes just staring blankly up at the ceiling. At the time, I sarcastically thought she might check her watch to note how long I was taking. The only thing that would have made it worse is if she were eating a sandwich during the act.

I bit my tongue, though. Saturday, and our ménage with Denise were soon approaching. I figured Karen would perk up then, as having another, willing person with us would give her renewed impetus for sex.

Yeah, right. The best laid plans—as it's been said—wither and die on the vine.

I knew the minute Denise walked through the door that things had really changed toward the celibate.

Right away, Karen and Denise both asked if we could forego sex for the evening. They were polite about the request as well as a little embarrassed, knowing how disappointed it would make me, but they were also adamant. I tried to push them in my own way, mostly by reminding them how much we all enjoyed the last two times together, but they politely refused saying they would rather we all talk.

Perfect. Let's just talk. Isn't that the bastard step-child of, 'I still want to be friends?'

I even tried coercing them with my mental abilities, but like last Sunday, I could no longer ramp up their arousal with just my thoughts.

Out of curiosity, about forty-five minutes into 'our' conversation I asked Denise if she was wearing the chain I gave her. The look of awkwardness she gave told me everything I needed to know.

I had had enough. Livid, but hiding my ire, I poured myself about five fingers of scotch, clipped a cigar, and went out on the porch to lick my wounded pride.

Which is the only thing I was going to lick that night.

An hour later, still pissed and significantly drunk, I went back into the house. Denise had gone, but Karen was still sitting on the couch, waiting for me.

"Will, she's really sorry she wasn't wearing your chain. She felt awful. She said she took it off to take a sauna, and forgot to put it back on."

"Are you at least wearing yours?"

"Of course."

"Then let me see."

She looked at me with a flash of anger that I would dare question her, and yelled, "Great, you still don't trust me!"

Bolting off the couch, she ripped her shirt open. The buttons were still flying through the air as she defiantly pointed at her gold chain with the diamond, still draped loosely around her hips.

"See? Satisfied?"

It was the start of our first fight since I can't remember—a real knock-down, drag-out squabble that went on well into the night. It wouldn't be the last, either. There would be many more to come over the following days and weeks.

********

Things got worse.

It was the following Tuesday when I got a call from Denise asking if she could cancel our next ménage.

I'm not sure why I keep calling it that, except that it reminds me of better days—we were getting as 'ménage' as soured marmalade on burned toast.

I asked, not hiding the disappointment in my voice, "What gives, Denise?"

She stammered for a moment before answering, "I'm sorry Will, but I have an appointment with a hairdresser."

"Hairdresser?"

"I know it sounds weird, but I've been trying forever to get in to see this new hairdresser. He's fabulous, but he's very exclusive and has a select Clientele. All those artistic types are the same. Anyway, it's to die for if you can get in to see him."

"Can't you get your hair done on another day?"

"He had a last minute cancellation. It's for Saturday night only. I just happened to luck into..."

"Saturday night. This guy is still working on a Saturday night?"

"Well...Yes...It's not so weird if you know how these temperamental, artistic types are."

"What about after? I assume it doesn't take all night to have your hair done."

She stammered again, "Well, I'd rather not...I mean...I don't want to get my hair all messed up right after spending so much time and money on it. You understand, don't you?"

Yeah, I did—all the fucking bitches in my life were fucking me over.

Hell, she didn't even apologize for not wearing the chain I gave her. I would have thought she would have at least done that after going to all the trouble of cancelling on me. I might as well tattoo, 'Doormat,' on my forehead, and be done with it.

It got worse.

Over the following days after that first fight on Saturday, Karen completely lost interest in sex. I couldn't even get that god-awful mercy fuck out of her. She continually made excuses, saying she was too tired and really needed the rest.

Coincidently, whenever she whined about being tired, it would trigger another knock-down, drag-out that would last for many hours.

Funny how she didn't have the energy to fuck, but she could scream 'Asshole!' into my face, all the live long day.

I was getting desperate. I hadn't fucked in almost a week, and I hadn't had a good fuck in almost two. You see, one thing I hadn't mentioned was that although Karen's libido took to ground like a groundhog seeing its shadow, mine hadn't. In fact, my libido was ramping up ever higher with each passing day.

By the start of my second week in hell, I had almost a constant erection. I was jerking off ten to twenty times a day just to keep from slipping into some sort of celibate-induced insanity—and that barely helped.

To top it off, many of the women at work were starting to get flirty with me. It was nothing overt. It was just a sly look here, a compliment there, or a subtle sexual innuendo thrown in my direction from time to time by the various women in the secretarial pool.

In the days before I got married, these would have been clear signs for me to hit them up for a date. After I married Karen, I ignored the complements and the flirting, although I was flattered by the attention. And of course, when I passed that magical age of forty, compliments from much younger woman were few and far between. Now, however, they were being thrown at me fast and furious, and from all quarters.

So what's the problem, you might ask.

Karen doesn't want to have sex, but it would be so easy to dip my toe—or something else—into the unfamiliar, yet potentially refreshing waters at work. Believe me I was tempted beyond human endurance to do just that.

My problem with all this—chump that I am—was my honor pact I made with Karen: not to dibble with other women behind her back. I was sure Karen was keeping up her end of the deal, which made me doubly obligated to my word.

Thus, I took the high road and tried to ignore their flirting—and it was all ripping me up. For even the smallest, most innocent nicety about my tie or suit coat seemed like a full-throated, slut scream invitation for me to fuck them silly. Moreover, I knew I could have any one of them in a heartbeat—just for the asking—just for the thinking. You see, even if my mental abilities had no effect of Karen or Denise, my thoughts still seemed to be affecting the women at work, given their newfound, flirtatious natures.

It was literal torment. The kind of torment shipwrecked sailors must endure stranded on the open ocean, dying of thirst; surrounded by so much water, day after dehydrated day, but you can't drink. I was surrounded by a sea of women ready to cure me of my aroused state, but my honor kept me from drinking deep at that well. It was maddening.

Even Beatrice the crone—as she's called by many of the executives, but not to her face—was laying down complements and flirting with me, and she never flirts with anyone.

Beatrice wasn't old, maybe five years my senior, but she dressed old. She always sported a bee-hive hairdo and cats-eye reading glasses, the kind popular with matrons in the 1950's. She was thin, flat-chested, dour and sour in looks and spirit. Looks and mean-spiritedness aside, she was very protective of 'her girls,' as she like to call them, and ran the secretarial pool with an iron will. More importantly, for the company executives anyway, she had considerable pull with Jack Avery.

One time, she found out a junior exec was 'hitting on' one of her girls a tad too eagerly and a bit too suggestively, and making the poor thing uncomfortable. The junior exec was gone the next day. Rumor has it Beatrice made one call to Jack, and that was that.

That! Yes, even that was giving me the 'suggestive' eye—and, the gods help me, my cock got hard thinking about even her.

However, the worst offender in all this office flirtation was Candice. Over these past two weeks of hell, little by little, she began to break out of her 'fat' clothes.

Loose fitting, blousy shirts, buttoned all the way up to the collar and at the cuffs, became tight fitting pull-over sweaters that accentuated her massive breasts. The pull-over sweaters were soon jettisoned with button-down types, and for each new day, another button was left unclasped exposing her ample cleavage.

Her baggy, ill-fitting, gaucho pants were discarded for skirts. At first, they extended down to her ankles, but day by day, their hems creped ever higher until they were barely covering her thighs, and no matter if she wore the skirt long or short, they molded tightly against her pear-shaped ass.

Worse still, it wasn't enough for her to just bounce around the office in tight sweaters and short skirts, leaving little to the imagination—though imagination was all I had left. No, she had to accentuate her sexual displays by dropping items in front of me with the purpose of bending over to pick them up; thus, giving me a bulls-eye view down her cleavage or square into that candied-apple ass of hers.

It took all my resolve not to stick my cock between those luscious globes—both sets, front or behind.

Worse still, each time I fought off the lust, and my lustful feelings were coming at me hour by painfully sickening hour, that sickening, debilitating nausea would return. Moreover, each time it happened, the feelings of nausea were more intense, and lingered for minutes on end. After a while, I had to sequester myself in my office and out of sight of Candice and the other women, or I would be in a constant state of debilitating sickness, unable to work or even think.

I saw the pattern soon after Candice's transformation. All of the women I've given the elixir to had zero libido, and all of those I hadn't indulged in were primed. 

Even Jackie—yes, I broke down and hit Jackie up—but even she had no desire to fuck.

Jackie, for fuck's sake?! That stupid bitch would fuck a horse while blowing a goat if there wasn't a man around, but she begged off Robo-cock quick enough, saying it wouldn't be fair to Karen.

I let her words roll around in my head, "...fair to Karen...," and knew then I was totally—yet figuratively—fucked. In the days before the elixir, Jackie would have made it a point of honor to fuck me, just so she could throw it back into Karen's face. Now, she wanted to be fair!

Oh, fuck me!

It was the cosmic joke of all jokes, and I was its punch line.

********

All that I've described so far wasn't the worst of it, however, for not too long after Karen and Denise's snubbing of our ménage—where they just wanted to talk—I began seeing apparitions.

I can't describe it better than that, except that I was being haunted by ghostly shadows.

It wasn't there all the time. Usually when I was alone in my office at work or when I was reading in the quiet of the evening at home, I'd catch sight of the shadow out of the corner of my eye. It was just a grayish shade having the gross, rough outline of a man standing a few feet to my side—standing at a distance as if watching me.

I'd flinch each time I caught it 'watching' me, and each time when I snapped my head around to look at it, it was gone.

I went to an eye doctor after a few days of this, thinking at first, the elixir had affected my vision, somehow. However, she found nothing structurally wrong with me—and yet, the apparition still haunted me.

I got a second opinion, but with the same results. When the second doctor told me nothing was wrong, I became irate, swearing up and down in his office that the incompetent fool must have missed something, and that he should test me again more thoroughly. He didn't take my advice, but he did recommend I seek psychiatric help while he shoveled me out the door. Dejected, when I got into my car to drive back to work, the apparition was there by my side, mocking me.

Worse than the apparition itself, was the deep, almost debilitating feeling of dread I experienced each time it was in the room with me, as if I was truly in the presence of a conscious being with deep-seated malice for me.

Whenever it paid me a visit, I tried to watch it sometimes out of the corner of my eye. Those moments were the most terrifying for me. As I watched it, stealthily, the apparition would grow larger in my vision, as if it drew closer, looming over me. Then, the malice radiating from the specter would grip me in full force. It froze my heart, and fomented such a debilitating fear in me that I was almost compelled to put my hands over my face and shut my eyes to it—just as children shut their eyes to the fictitious goblins that live in their closets.

Whatever it was, ghost, phantom or genie of the elixir bottle, I had convinced myself that this was the force pushing me into hell. Such were my paranoid delusions. Such was my life these past two weeks.

It was as if all this were being done by design, all with the purpose of forcing me to use the elixir once again. That was my thought, anyway. If I were to use the elixir again all these symptoms would pass. The vials I had stashed in my sock drawer continually nagged at me like a splinter in my mind.

However, and for some reason unknown to me, I knew in my heart that what was happening to me was many times better than what would happen if I used the elixir again. I cannot tell how or why I felt this way, but there was something inside me, warning me against approaching danger—warning me to turn on my headlights as I zipped down that metaphorical mountain road.

Moreover, it didn't just warn me, but at times comforted me, and helped me fight off that malignant shade whenever it appeared. As such, I continued in my resolve—even against the continual sickness and fear—to never again use the elixir.

With that decision, and as each day passed without giving in to temptation, I could feel my resolve strengthening. I was winning the battle against these forces, real or imagined, aligned against me!

Then, it all ended as quickly as it started on the second Thursday in hell—and it ended in the worst way imaginable for me.

********

The office was abuzz.

It always was when quarterly reports were due, and I was well behind getting mine finished and into Jack's hands before the end of the day. However, this time I relished the frenetic nature of the day, because it was at least keeping my mind off all the other crap that was happening to me. The only fly in my soothing, albeit feverish, ointment, was Candice.

It figures she'd pick today of all days to be more the slutty office manager than ever, by wearing an overly tight, one-piece, lavender, spandex mini-dress. I swear the hookers on Market and Classen dress with greater modesty.

I could tell she was losing weight—hard not to considering the tightness of the dress—and I suppose she wanted to show herself off. She still had a bit of a belly though, but without the sidecars, and when looking at her from behind, her narrowing waist made her ass appear more pear-shaped than usual. However, even with the weight loss, her breasts were still heavy, full and firm, nearly popping out of her sweater whenever she swung around too fast in her chair, or, when using that trick I've come to know and hate, bending over to pick up something on the floor between us. That dress suited her build well—in all its full voluptuousness.

Seeing her as she was, it was all I could do to keep my mind on my work, and more importantly, keep my mind from wandering into those lustful areas that, if not acted on, cause me nausea.

It wouldn't have been too big a problem except that I had to continually get files from the cabinets behind her desk. I considered getting the janitorial service to move the filing cabinets into my office temporarily, and avoid my close encounters with her, but that would take all day. I just didn't have the time for that drastic a measure, so I bore her teases as best I could.

However, just as I thought would happen, each time I moved behind her to get another client's file, she would stand up out of her chair, and purposefully narrow the 'safe' corridor between her and the cabinets. I couldn't help but brush up against her each time Candice did this.

She always made it out like it was an innocent, clumsy mistake when we touched, saying things like, 'Oh, sorry again Mr. Henry, I didn't see you there. I'm such a dork. I was going to get more coffee. Do you want some?', or 'Oh gee, sorry again, but I need to go to the little girl's room,' and with each of these pathetic excuses, she would comment on how attractive I looked and that she was still so very appreciative of that raise I gave her.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 15



I still took it all in stride. However, even the unwanted temptation she put in front of me wasn't as bad as the sickness it induced. Every time Candice pushed close against me, the nausea would well up, as images of her and me—the ones I refuse to act on—flashed through my mind.

That was another thing that was happening over these past two weeks that I hadn't mentioned. Besides the malignant apparition and the upside down behavior of the women in life—sluts into prudes and former prudes into bimbos—the nausea lingered well after the triggering stimulus was out of sight or out of mind. Sometimes the sick feelings lasted for thirty minutes, if not longer, and in that time I couldn't even think about work, let alone complete an assigned task. Consequently, besides my over-exaggerated state of arousal and sexual frustration and the dire feelings of fear and dread, I was also sick most of the time.

It was nearing four in the afternoon and I still had hours of work before I finished, when I ventured one last time to the filing cabinets behind Candice.

This time she didn't just brush against me, she pushed her ass firmly into my groin, pinning my back against the cabinets. At the same time, she wiggled her ass obscenely against me, and said in a smoky voice that panted sex, "Ooh, sorry again, Mr. Henry..."

She stopped in mid-statement when she felt my erection—I couldn't conceal it from her any longer. It pressed back hard against her, and she responded in kind, forcing herself fully into me. This little maneuver of hers was enough to start my nausea building. To add real torment to the sickness, she began to subtly shift her hips up and down with my cock wedged firmly between her buttocks.

I looked around the office, fearing that someone might notice her behavior, particularly the ball-busting mother hen—that Beatrice crone.

Candice giggled softly and seductively.

Turning my eyes away from the room and back at her, I saw that her head was cocked around sideways so that she could see my face out of the corner of her eye. A large open-mouthed grin, full of surprise and sexual awe, donned her flushed face, as she rasped, quietly, "Oh my god, your wife is such a lucky girl..."

She fell into lustful grunts, gurgles and moans as her hands started to crawl up her backside toward my crotch.

It was then, right in front of God and everyone that I felt the surge of power. Images began to flash through my mind, stronger than ever before:

I saw Candice on her knees, gripping the back of Kendall's old couch, the one still in my office. Kendall was in my vision too, fucking her from behind. He held her by a thick hunk of her hair, and was pulling her head back roughly while berating her about her weight, or about the size of 'gigantic ass,' or the fact that she needed to 'pay' someone to fuck her fat form, because no one would do it for free. For each insult thrown at her, malignant insults that would have made most anyone having such low self-esteem potentially suicidal, I could see her face growing more flushed with imbued arousal...

Well, that clears up both mysteries as to why Candice stayed with the 'dickhead.'

I came out of my vision with Candice leaning her back into me. Making sure she covered my crotch with her body from casual view, she worked her hands playfully, yet firmly along the bulge in my pants.

She asked, breathlessly, "I so much want to be your lucky girl today!"

The images started again. This time Candice was on her knees, and unbelievably—given the position she was in—she was swallowing my cock whole right down to my testicles. Her large tits and the front of her spandex dress were drenched with her own saliva, long strands of which continued to hang off the base of my shaft and balls even as she sucked me all the way in. After throating me until my cock stood out straight and quivering, she spit me out, but continued to slow-stroke my cock with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. Looking up, she asked in a little girl's voice, "Can Daddy fuck Peaches' hot pussy after Peaches swallows all his yummy cum?"

I fought back against the images, against Candice's hands feeling me up through my pants, against the public display of her overt sluttiness, against my own urges to push her down on her knees and make her suck my cock in front of the office staff, against everything...

...My stomach rolled hard, as the nausea came up fast and uncontrollable—like a runaway freight barreling down the tracks out of the High Sierras.

I just had enough time to push Candice away before sticking my head into her wastebasket. I vomited up everything I had that day while making the most gut-wrenchingly vile sounds in the process.

Candice was standing over me, asking with concern, "Oh my God, Mr. Henry, are you alright?"

Even the rest of the office staff, ignorant of the sexual display that occurred in full view a moment ago, began to gather around Candice's desk. I continued to vomit into the trashcan, trying to ignore the growing crowd.

Between the reverberating sounds of my retching, I heard voices of concern from many of those that had gathered.

I also heard snide remarks, said quietly so that I wouldn't hear—but I heard, and I'd remember.

A junior executive whose name I've forgotten, whispered one particularly insulting comment, "I guess Mr. Fucking-Exacting can't take the pressure," which was quickly followed by a sharp laugh from another 'junior asshole' standing next to him.

The sniveling little weasels, I'll give them pressure. I'll invite them over to the house and fuck both of them with a baseball bat without lube.

I felt Candice touch my arm, while asking again, "Mr. Henry, are you okay?"

I finally pulled my head out of the waste can. Wiping my mouth off with a handkerchief, I looked around at the gathered faces, mostly full of pity and concern, although some—the 'junior assholes' to be exact—looked at me with snarky, self-satisfied smiles.

I felt like a genuine, stupid fuck—filled to the rim with utter embarrassment. Trying to muster as much dignity as I could, I stood up weakly, and said to Candice, "I'm okay now, Candice. Why don't you take the rest of the day off, I'll finish up here."

"You sure? We still have a ton of stuff to do. Here, at least let me get rid of the wastebasket first."

I stopped her as she bent down to get the waste can, showing me her cleavage again and starting another wave of nausea, "No, I'll have janitorial clean it out, now take the rest of the day off!"

Then picking up the waste can, I walked back into my office and closed the door. I threw up a few more times before I could call the janitors.

After that, it took a good forty-five minutes before the nausea settled down enough so that I could finish with my reports.

I was able to drop at least something off at Jack's office by six-thirty. Jack had already left—I forgot he always likes to get a head start on his mistress for the weekends—but his secretary was still there.

She said something snotty as I handed her my reports, something about being late and bringing up the rear.

You bet bitch, I'll put something up your rear, alright.

I wanted to punch her, but only smiled back weakly in response.

Worse than the secretary's demeaning looks, was the fact that the reports I did were substandard. I found it pretty difficult writing coherently while vomiting into a waste can—just one of those things I haven't been able to yet master.

I'd hear about my piss-poor work sometime next week. Jack rarely let a crap effort go by without comment.

********

It was about quarter-to-eight when I got home. Immediately, I knew something was amiss.

There was a scent wafting subtly throughout—barely perceptible by anyone, except probably by me with my newly sharpened senses, and by the odd bloodhound. The smell was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place it yet.

I became irked as I made my way through the kitchen. There was no dinner.

It was probably just as well. A pile of dirty dishes lay in the sink, and another smell, more pungent and foul than the first, emanated from the garbage disposal. I lost any appetite after a short whiff. It smelled like one of the neighbor's cats had crawled into the sink, died, and was starting to decompose.

Karen was falling back into her old ways. Well, that's not quite fair, this was worse. Even in the days before the elixir, Karen still kept a spotless house and had food on the table. What I was seeing now was nothing short of pure, apathetic neglect.

If nothing else, I was going to put a stop to her laziness tonight.

The scent that I'd first noticed when entering the house—the one other than that of a rotting corpse—was stronger in the bedroom, which, coincidently, was where I found Karen, sleeping.

I threw back the covers. She was wearing a pair of shorts and one of my old dress shirts. I smacked her hard on the ass, and said, irritably, "Get your ass out of bed."

I startled her awake, and she reacted to me in the same manner she'd been exhibiting these past two weeks—argumentative and spiteful. Pulling the covers back over her, she spit at me, "God damn it, you fucker. Why do you always have to be an asshole?"

"Me! When the fuck were you going to get out of bed? It's nearly eight at night."

"I've been up all day. I only laid back down a couple of hours ago. What's the big deal? You weren't coming home 'till late, and I thought I'd take a nap to ready myself for you when you got home."

"Ready yourself...For what? It's not like you'd have dinner ready or the house cleaned. About the only thing you've been 'ready' for lately is bed, and not in the fun way I might add."

She threw the covers back off her, and sat up, eyes smoking in anger. Karen ignored my last dig at her subterranean sex drive, and struck at the heart of the matter, "Why should I cook dinner for you? You're always sick lately and you never eat."

"So? It just would be nice to know you made an effort. At least you could wash the goddamn dishes and clean out the sink so it doesn't smell like an outhouse in the kitchen."

"I'll get around to it..."

I laughed, sarcastically, "Well you better 'get around to it' soon, before the county declares the kitchen a toxic waste dump."

"I'm sorry, I've just been so tired lately...," she was going to say more as she came closer to kiss me, but stopped abruptly while blurting, "Whoa, what happened to you? You smell...You smell kinda pukey."

"Yeah, I got sick at work..."

"See! That's what I'm talking about, you're always sick..."

"...And you're always tired."

"Well, at least I'm not puking all over the place..."

I cut her off with a mocking voice, "I don't puke, 'all over the place,' as you put it. This was the first time."

"Yeah...Well...You're still always sick...And you won't go to the doctor like I asked..."

"I've seen the doctor," I snapped back with a half lie. It just wasn't the doctor she meant.

"And?"

"As far as the vaunted medical profession is concerned, there's nothing wrong with me."

Karen didn't like my answer, and made sure to let me know with another of her womanly diatribes, "And when were you going to tell me? That's another thing you've been lately, closed-mouth and secretive. I don't like it. I'm your wife, you know. If something's wrong I need to hear about..."

I threw up my hands in exasperation. I could see another argument pending that I wanted to avoid, "Okay, could we please start over. I don't want to spend the night arguing with you." When I saw the look of irritation drop from her face, I continued, "Look, leave the dishes for now. I'll even help with them later. Why don't I take a shower and then we can have some fun when I get out."

She gave me that look. A slightly sheepish, yet stern look of embarrassment mixed with harried irritation. It was the look she gave when she didn't want to be bothered with sex, but was too afraid to tell me given my predicable reaction. I've seen that look a lot lately, and it told me if I wanted sex tonight, it was going to be with my hand.

She started to say something, but I cut her off. Against my better judgment I let myself get angry again, and inched us closer to that argument.

"Don't bother with the excuses. I've heard them all before, and they're getting old coming out of your lazy mouth. I wonder what it would have been this time, 'I'm just too tired. I promise we'll do it later.' Yeah, right, but later never comes with you anymore."

"I can't make myself get horny, you know," she whined as a defense, and then continued sarcastically, "Maybe you can yell at me like an asshole some more until I get wet."

"Horny! You and 'horny' haven't even been in the same zip code for weeks. Shit, I'd be happy if you and 'mildly indifferent' would get together. At least then you could spread your legs for five minutes so we could fuck."

"I'm sorry...," she started to say.

"And that's another thing I'm getting tired of hearing from you, 'I'm sorry.' You use it as if it were some magic talisman that will immediately make bad feelings evaporate. It doesn't work that way anymore. You've used it too much lately...As well as the tears." I added that last part when I saw her lower lip tremble.

That was her routine of late—'I'm sorry,' followed by tears—done to make me forget the neglectful, apathetic things she's been doing.

She caught herself in mid-cry, and stopped. I knew then that it was mostly for show, but I didn't say anything about it yet. Instead, I cooled myself down, and said what was really bothering me, "I've got this bad feeling that we're slipping back into our old ways, and there's nothing I can do about it because you won't let me."

"Do about what," she asked, with growing irritation, "What old ways?"

"The old ways before that night with Gloria, when you wouldn't touch me because you we're fucking the Dickhead."

"Goddamn it Will," she screamed, "I'm not having an affair. Please, for the last time, would you get it through your fucking, fat head I'm not fucking Roger or any other guy."

"Then what? What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on," she whined, "Well nothing that I can explain, except I just don't feel like it. Sometimes I do, though. Sometimes, during the day when you're at work, I wish you were home because I really feel like screwing you. Then something happens right before you get home. I get really tired, and then I don't feel like it. I know it doesn't make any sense..."

Yes it did. It made perfect sense.

I didn't tell her, but from what she described, it sounded like her version of what was happening to me. Instead of getting sick, however, she was overcome with exhaustion; and where my nausea was caused by my fighting against my lustful feelings for other woman, her tiredness was dampening any lustful feelings she had for me.

It was the elixir fucking with our lives. It was trying to get me to use it once more by driving a wedge between Karen and me. It was telling me with not too subtle hints, 'the only way you're fucking Karen anymore is to use me.'

How was that even possible, though? How could a drug impose such a dichotomy of reaction between two people, and seemingly done as if by design?

I kissed her on the forehead, and said, "Tell you what. Let's take a shower together. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but I do want to feel your skin next to mine. Okay?"

I saw her mood change as she smiled up at me, and saying, "Okay, Baby. And maybe I'll give you a special treat if you get the water hot for me."

My cock sprang to life as she rubbed a hand along my crotch. Halleluiah and amen, Karen was finally back. Pass the lube and let's eat.

Joyful, I walked briskly to the bathroom, but as I took my keys out of my pocket to undress, I tripped on something that wasn't there, and dropped them. I watched them fall to the floor, almost as if this whole event was occurring in slow motion. As an added bit of cosmic comedy—done, I'm sure, to irritate me further—when my keys hit the floor, they bounced a couple of times off the carpet, as if made of rubber, and came to rest somewhere under the bed.

It was then, when I stooped down to retrieve my keys, I found them—pink colored panties, patterned with a yellow, 'Winnie the Pooh' design.

I knew immediately whose they were, and whose scent I noticed when I first entered the house.

I threw panties at Karen, yelling, "Explain these!"

She looked at the accusatory pair of panties in silence. She was mouthing something, but no words came out.

"Explain them!" I yelled again.

"Jesus, calm down you asshole," she finally blurted out, "They're probably Barbara's. She must have left them that night she was with us."

"Asshole!? Fuck you, you cunt! You must really think I'm blind and stupid! She wore red panties with little white hearts that night. I watched her put them on before she called Lisa!"

At hearing me call her a cunt, she flew at me in a rage. Nails at the ready, she took a swipe at my face, but missed.

Before she could take another swipe at me, I wrapped my arms around her. Picking her up, I threw her into the headboard of our bed. She hit the oak panel with her back with such force I saw—and heard—the board crack along its length.

She quickly got up on her knees, nails at the ready, but she didn't dare move closer to me. Instead, she stayed near the headboard, staring daggers with those hard, obsidian eyes.

She screamed, "You fucking cocksucker!"

Seeing the hate radiating from her eyes, and hearing her voice drip with venom as she called me 'cocksucker,' I lunged at her. She tried to move, but I was too quick. Gripping her hard around the throat with both hands, I slowly squeezed...

A fog of rage enveloped me. All I could see was the hatred she had for me...

...And my mind had one singular focus—to extinguish that look of hatred, forever.

Then, before I totally lost control of myself, I heard the air conditioner kick in, and felt a puff of cool air graze across my shoulder. It was such a minor thing, really, but somehow it brought me back to consciousness and out of my rage.

I looked at Karen as if for the first time that evening. I saw my hands around her throat, my thumbs pressing hard indentations into her flesh. She had a strong grip of my hands with her own and was trying to pry me away, but I was stronger. Her face had turned pale, but was quickly morphing into a sickly blue color...

I screamed and released her. I couldn't believe what I was about to do to her. Shame and fear clutched me like a pall as I sat back onto the bed, dumbfounded by the events and actions we had both fallen into at unawares.

Karen began choking for air immediately after release; but between large, raspy gulps of air, she laughed, and it was a laugh without remorse, or conscience or even surprise by our sudden change in circumstances, sounding as hollow and cold as an empty crypt. Sounding like it did in the car that time with Beth.

Unmentionable fear further gripped me, as I realized the person choking and laughing before me couldn't be Karen—not the Karen I was in love with and married, at least.

I must have struck the comical figure, looking at her as I did with opened-mouth surprise and unmistakable dismay in my eyes, for she laughed all the more at my expression.

Finally, she started to regain her composure. I could see that the abject look of hatred was gone, although the spiteful, obsidian blackness of her eyes remained.

Scornfully, as if addressing an idiot child, she started, "Oh William, what did you think I'd do, just stop fucking her? She's been coming over every day since we all fucked that one night. I told you she liked it and would be back for more."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 15



She never called me William—ever! She said it sounded too formal, too unlike me. That was when I knew for sure it wasn't Karen sitting before me.

"I tried to get her to stop coming over, but god, what a slut you turned her into. After the third time, I just gave in to it. What was the point of holding back? The little slut wanted it, and she wanted it bad. And you know what, William, once I gave in to it, it was fun. I enjoyed it..."

She paused and laughed to herself while smoothing back her hair. Her laugh still sounded cold and distant.

"...But you know what I enjoyed the most, other than making that little slut suck my pussy until I squirted all over that prissy little face? I really enjoyed doing it behind your back!"

Jesus, she's trying to egg me on again! I could feel my anger returning as she continued to mock me.

"Every day when you were at work, I had that little bitch walking around the house on all fours, just like a dog. It was a little game we played. I put one of your belts around her neck like a leash, and made her crawl alongside me. I'd go so far as to make her lap water out of the toilet. And if she played the mongrel to my liking, I'd reward her with a good fuck with the strap-on...Doggy style, of course." She paused briefly to laugh at her pun, "And if she were particularly good at lapping up food I dropped to the floor, I'd reward her with the double dong. I'd stick both ends into both of her dripping holes, telling her to bark like a little dog the whole time I double fucked her. She'd bark until she came. Then I'd tell her to bark some more, before making her tongue my snatch. I made sure to keep that dong in her ass as she ate me...God, how she loves that double dong, now. After a while she'd almost cream just showing it to her. And you know William, that's how I'd get her to do...Well...Get her to do other stuff. Things I'd rather not say to your sensitive ears."

I didn't want to hear anymore. I could only guess at the depths of human depravity Karen and Barbara had sunk.

She laughed again, and the metaphorical tomb opened wide, issuing forth a chill wind, freezing my soul.

She had the power, same as me; she could make others do her will. It was fully realized in her. However, it wasn't sex that was driving Karen, but the malignant and corrupting force of power itself. It was the power one wields to dominate another's will. Sex was just the vehicle she used to drive her to those ends of domination. What was worse, I could tell she knew no restraint in wielding that power.

Ever since the 'Cope incident,' I had gone to great lengths to impose a degree of restraint against the corruptive force of the elixir. A restraint I sometimes failed to meet, but it was always there, guiding and confining my behavior and keeping me from enacting my darker thoughts. Karen, lacking that restraint for whatever reason, unleashed those dark thoughts within her, making Barbara perform acts no human should ever be made to do.

I asked weakly, "Why are you doing this?"

She snapped back in rage, "Because you denied me pleasure! The little cunt was mine, but you told me no!"

"I don't want to hear anymore."

"Of course you don't," she continued to mock, egging me further down a road I didn't wish to travel, "Why would you want to know how much my pussy dripped whenever she stuck her hot tongue in my ass..."

"Shut up!"

She laughed again when she saw the rage retuning to my face. Then, in a mocking tone that sounded eerily similar to mine when we were at the coffee shop, she asked, "Did he fuck you in the ass...In the mouth...Did he jizz across your face? What did he taste like, Karen?"

She smiled, seeing the effect those words had on me, before yelling, "He tasted like a man! I licked up every strand of his cum, and begged like a whore for more. We did everything imaginable, and I loved it. I loved how he treated me like dirt as he fucked my ass, always telling me what a stupid cunt I was for marrying such a weak, stupid limp-dick. And whenever he called me a cunt, I begged him to fuck my ass harder because it made my pussy drip like a fire hose. He made me wetter than I've ever been with you! And after he came in my ass, I begged him to shove that cock of his in my mouth so that I could clean it..."

I punched a hole in the wall right beside her head.

It took her a second to realize how close she had come to having her face rearranged, before dissolving into a torrent of tears. My wife had returned.

I wish I could tell you that I missed on purpose; that I punched a hole in the wall to scare her into silence, but that would be a lie. I had every intension of knocking her teeth out, but something inexplicable happened—the same as with that puff of air. Just as I launched my fist square to her face, and with the full force of my weight behind it, it felt as if something deflected my hand to the right, and making me miss her head by a hair's width.

She continued to cry while looking hard at me for mercy, begging me with those watery, blue eyes to forgive her for her spite and hate. Between great, rending sobs, she cried, "I...didn't... do any of that...with Roger. I...I just said...said those things...to...to hurt you. He...He wanted to...to do those other things...but I wouldn't let him...We just...We just..."

"Fucked?" I finished for her.

She nodded slowly before continuing, "That's why...He...He...He broke it off. I...I wouldn't...do those other things."

"So, you didn't end the affair like you said, he did?"

She didn't answer, but continued to sob. She knew the implications of that lie, told to me so long ago, and feared my reprisal.

For the first time I knew with absolute surety she was telling the truth about her and Kendall; I also knew, although she wouldn't admit it now, everything she said about Barbara was also true.

I couldn't stay. I couldn't look at her anymore. I remembered enough to get my keys from under the bed, and left her crying, alone in our room.

********

I was driving around without direction—just driving. I didn't want to be on the road, but I couldn't go home. I feared what I might do if I saw Karen's sniveling face so soon after our argument. So, I continued to drive, hoping my anger would dissipate.

It didn't. I got angrier as I thought about what just happened. It wasn't the actual acts she performed with Barbara—disturbing though most were—it was the fact that she wantonly went behind my back, disregarding my wishes. Karen purposefully played me for a fool, and derived pleasure at doing so. Whether or not the after-effects of the drug influenced her, she showed a level of contempt for me that I never thought imaginable.

It wasn't just Karen, either. Denise was also being a flaming bitch by calling off our appointed ménage at the last minute, and using the flimsiest of excuses—hairdresser, what a crock. It was as if she went out of her way putting as little thought as possible in trying to hide her deception.

How contemptuous of her, playing me for the fool, as if I couldn't see through her simplistic lies?

My 'chump meter' was redlining—everyone was playing me for one—right down to Candice, acting the prude for so long, then finding and flaunting her inner slut right at the time I wouldn't do anything with her. The less said about the treachery between her and Kendall, the better. I specifically asked the bitch about her relationship with the 'dickhead,' and she blatantly lied about it to my face.

Candice—another cunt who will pay dearly for her treachery.

For these last two weeks, I'd become the end all-be all, cosmic chump. A broke-dick, flea-ridden mongrel the universe had decided to kick into the street in disgust, and continued to kick me until...

I wasn't going to take it anymore. I was through being everyone's fool.

I drove until I saw the sign, 'Tammie's Toys,' flashing neon pink and gold. Suddenly, I felt that surge of power, and strangely, a warm feeling of contentment and peace quickly followed. A peace that comes when one is sure of their destiny...

...enact fucking revenge on all the Cunts in my life!

********

The store was crowded, or so I thought for a weekday. About seven people were milling around, looking at various toys, DVDs, nighties, anything the late-night sexaholic might find attractive in their quest for extracurricular or extramarital fun.

My eye wasn't on them—the pathetic miscreants. Instead, I was looking for that clerk with the tattoos, the one who helped me before. As luck, or providence, would have it, there she was at her regular spot behind the counter. She looked bored as ever. Her eyes shifting between the customers, whom she knew would steal the store blind if she lapsed in attentiveness, to her watch, which seemingly ticked away the minutes to closing with all the diligence and speed of molasses on a bright and chilly January morning.

Her mood brightened when I came up to the counter.

"Well hey," she said, cheerfully. Then dropping her voice low, asked, "How're those...You know...Plugs and eggs working out?"

"Not bad, I guess," was my muted reply.

"Hey, sorry about the last time. Hope you're feeling better."

"About that last time," I started, seeing a perfect opportunity, "I'm really sorry I had to run out on you like I did. Something just came over me. I'm not sure what, but I was feeling pretty sick. Anyway, I hope you can forgive me for...I don't know...For dodging you like I did."

"Oh, don't worry..."

"No, I mean it. It was really rude of me, especially after you were so helpful, and...Well...So wonderfully nice to me. I kick myself thinking about what happened. You must think I'm a world-class asshole."

Her hand rested on the counter and I gently laid mine on top of hers as a friendly gesture that said, 'Sorry,' in a more personal way.

I felt the electric current flowing into me from the Goth girl, just as it had done with Lisa and Candice:

Scenes flashed through my mind, scenes of the Goth girl always in a heated argument with the same guy. I guessed he was her boyfriend—he looked like a real knob though, with his shaved head, bugged eyes as if he had a thyroid problem, and 'Neo Lives' tattooed in heavy black ink across his chest. The scenes were all the same, save for the clothes they wore and the location of the arguments. Both changed in each new image, suggesting that the same quarrel played out repeatedly over the course of days, if not months. The argument was always the same, though—always about money and sex, sex and money. Both were in short supply in her life because of the 'knob,' and it made her cranky.

I came out of my vision when the Goth girl loudly protested my last statement about being an asshole, "No I don't! I think you're kinda' cu...I mean really cu...Well anyway, you're kinda'...Rad...I mean, hers and hers plugs...I mean, come on!"

I could tell she was flummoxed. Just like Kimberly at the coffee shop. Jumbling words and their meanings until even she didn't know what the words she spoke meant.

Dropping my voice low in a show of mocked embarrassment, "Speaking of hers and hers, I'm not sure we did it right. The damn things kept slipping out..."

"Really; didn't you have them all the way in, up to the rubber stop, I mean?

I ignored her question, "...Then I remembered your offer to demonstrate one for me."

She stared blankly at me for the longest time, and I wasn't sure whether she'd tell me to fuck off, or to go blow myself.

After a few moments of that silent stare, she shifted her gaze away from mine and towards the customers, then began clapping her hands for attention, while yelling, "Okay people...People...People listen up! Some things have come up and I have to close the store."

There were loud protests from all quarters of the store, and questions from some patrons if the store would open later, but she ignored it all. Sweeping through the store, she gathered all of them up like a mother duck, then shuffled her little ducklings forward toward the store's entrance.

Having secured the entrance, she rushed toward me only to stop about five feet away. A look of panic covered her face, "Shit, fuck, I don't have my plug. Did you bring your plugs? Shit, fuck, the one time I don't have it with..."

I laughed, "Plenty of plugs on the shelf."

She gave me another concerned look.

Guessing what that look was all about, I said, "I'll pay for it and the tube of lube. Hell, I'll even leave them to you as a gift when we're done."

Smiling, she shot over to the shelves with the anal plugs. She was reaching for one of the medium-sized plugs when I stopped her, "No sweetheart, this occasion demands...What did you call it before?...Oh yeah...This demands the 'fuck-me-that-will-never-fit' plug."

Another panicked look crossed her face, "I've never used the big ones before. I'm not sure..."

"Then this will be learning experience for the two of us."

She thought for a second more. I could see the metaphorical gears and wheels turning in her thought process as she scrunched up her nose and narrowed her eyes. Her thoughts were stamped on her face with a 'What am I getting myself into' look. The 'look' wasn't there for long, as she grudgingly grabbed one of the monster-sized plugs and a bottle of lube, and led me to the back room.

Once there, I shuddered at the catastrophe in front of me and started to have my own second thoughts.

I saw the supposed 'comfy' couch she talk about last time, along the opposite wall from the door. It was covered with stains from what I wouldn't hazard to guess at, and really didn't care to know. It looked like the only thing it was good for was providing bedding for rodents. There was also a lounge chair, and although it had fewer stains, it tilted slightly to the slide because of a broken leg. The less said about the coffee table covered in a brown and green, congealed slime, the better. Fortunately, the dingy yellowed light that hung down from the ceiling didn't provide enough illumination to see what was in the corners of the room—cadavers, maybe.

The Goth girl was about to settle into the couch.

"I think it would be better if we did this on the floor," I said, noting the rug looked reasonably new, and not half as bad as the couch.

"Suit yourself," she said, nonchalantly. Then a light bulb went off over her head, and she asked with more interest, "Hey wait a minute. Before I...We...Start doing anything, I'd like to see what I'm getting."

Funny how it took her until now to ask that question.

I laughed, "Would you?"

"Yeah, pull it out Mr. 'hers and hers,' and let me see it."

It took some time. I still wasn't used to the intricacies of fishing a large tool out of my pants; and in case you're wondering, yes, it was still growing.

She giggled at my difficulties, but her laughter was cut short when I finally let my flaccid cock flop forward.

You should have seen the look on her face—priceless.

She stared at my cock, limp though it was at the moment. She could only guess what my full size was going to be.

I didn't tell her exactly how close to twelve inches my cock extended in its full, pulsating glory, although I knew it weighed heavily on her mind at the moment. I figured she could learn that bit of information on the job.

After trying to calculate my erect size, she looked at the plug in her hand. The bulge at its widest part was as almost as big around as a large orange. Then she returned her gaze to my crotch with a look of surprised wonderment mixed with abject terror donning her face.

"Oh, fuck me!" she exclaimed.

"That's the plan."

She started to stammer like an idiot.

I laughed. The Goth girl was always making me laugh.

Trying to make my voice inflections sound like hers, I gently mocked, "I know what you're thinking. Shit, fuck! Oh fuck me gently with a chainsaw, shit. I think I just bit off more than I can chew."

She laughed brightly at my little dig. Then nodding her head, she said between more nervous giggles, "That's fucking-A right. Maybe you should put the plug up your ass if you think it's so funny. Better yet, maybe I should go back and get one of the smaller plugs..."

"Don't do that. We've come this far, and aren't you curious to see how this turns out? I'll be very gentle, I promise. Now, why don't you come over here. It won't bite."

She dropped the plug and fell into me, kissing me hard. In that instant, I felt her anxiety melt away, and replaced with a growing state of arousal.

As we kissed, she slowly slid her hand down, groping clumsily toward my cock. When she found it, she didn't grab it as I thought she'd do. Instead, she stroked it gently in both hands, as if she were giving loving attention to a beloved family pet.

My cock sprang to life as she continued to slow-stroked me. Every now and again, she'd gently scrape her purple colored fingernails along my shaft while purring. I was hard in no time.

She gasped around my tongue. Then breathless, she joked, "Jesus, I know it won't bite, but does it talk? Now I know why you have hers and hers plugs, it probably takes at least two to feed this thing."

I laughed, and said, "You're so sweet, but one's usually enough if it's the right one. I could say it had its own zip code, but that would be lying."

She stopped kissing me, "Zip code! It's big enough to have its own flag."

"Thanks again. So, now that I'm guessing you like what you see, I think you should give me that demonstration you promised."

She removed her boots and pants, and kneeling on the floor, began to work a good amount of lube into her ass with two fingers.

It was that vision I had with her the other day, becoming all too real and in perfect detail right before my eyes, right down to the spider web tattoo on her ass and the black widow spider crawling out from between her cheeks.

"Nice tattoo," I complimented.

Still working her fingers around her asshole, she responded breathlessly, "My boyfriend inked that."

Kneeling beside her, I rubbed her back to comfort her, "He do the butterfly and rose as well?"

"He does all my tats."

"He does nice work. He must be in high demand as an artist."

An abrupt, sarcastic laugh escaped from her lips, and she stopped working herself over. "Yeah, right, a lot good it does us. The fucking asshole can't hold a job, and when some dirt bag biker friend wants a tat, the asshole doesn't even charge him for the work. He works ten, sometimes twelve hours on this dirt bag's tat for free. He could be getting twelve hundred bucks for the job, if the lazy fuck would get a job. Ink and needles cost money you know, and so does food and smoke."

Shit, I should have left it alone. She was in one of her arguments I had envisioned when touching her. Now, her mind was off the appointed task as she bitched about her shitty relationship with the 'knob.'

I touched her clit, the faintest of touches, yet it stopped her bitch session. I felt her arousal begin to flow as she grasped firmly at the carpet. Given her heightened state of sexual excitement, I was surprised she didn't come when fingering her own asshole.

"Shhh, quiet now. Let's not ruin your demonstration."

"I'm sorry," she croaked.

I returned to stroking her back in a soothing manner, and couldn't help but feel and see her ribs sharply impressed against her taught skin every time she took a deep breath.

What the fuck, doesn't the bitch eat?

I don't know why, but at that moment, I felt pity for her. What with her 'knob' of a boyfriend, and the fact she was on some kind of Auschwitz starvation diet due to a lack of money, all I can say is I felt she deserved better than what she had.

Guilt swept over me, accompanied by the nausea. I was about to call it off and give her some money so she could buy some food, when she pulled me close to her and kissed me.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 15



I felt the current again, but this time the images relayed to me were all her sexual fantasies. Oh, such delicious fantasies they were as they flashed across my mind. So fast and varied did they shift about that I really couldn't tell who, how many, or what was being done to her in each one. The only lasting, common thread was they all ended with her in a shattering orgasm. So shattering, she couldn't move or even speak for hours thereafter.

Any thought I had of pity, or guilt or even concern about another's well-being was voided from my conscience. The nausea would never return. The 'chump' was finally and fully exorcised from my being.

I easily shoved four of my fingers deep into her asshole, working them firmly back and forth, in and out.

She yelped like a little puppy, and again gripped hard at the carpet.

"Quit talking about your fuck head boyfriend and put the plug in, bitch. You're more than ready."

It took some doing. She lubed the plug up, and tried to push it in, but no go. She squatted on it, sat on it, lubed it again, and pushed it hard with a fucking motion, but still he couldn't get the widest part passed her sphincter.

Frustrated, she collapsed onto hands and knees and began to cry, the plug falling to the floor.

"Shhh, quiet now," I said soothingly, as I stroked her back again, "There's no reason to cry."

Picking up the plug, I slathered it with more lube so that it laid thick and heavy all around its surface, and slowly pushed it in until I met strong resistance.

"Relax baby...That's right...Clear your mind of everything except for that shattering orgasm I'm going to give you. Think only that you want it in, that you need it in, because when you come you'll think of nothing else for days."

Again, I doused the plug with more lube, so that the excess dripped thickly onto the carpet.

"Spread your cheeks for me...That's it...Nice."

I just touched her clit with my free hand and felt her sphincter release. The plug slid in easily.

Properly seated in her ass, I told her to work her muscles around to get used to the feel. I could see the stop shifting, ever so subtly as she obeyed my command. She groaned loudly as the plug shifted about inside her, caressing her insides with loving detail each time she flexed her buttocks.

"See, that wasn't so bad."

Her head lay on one side on the carpet, as she dreamily nodded affirmation—I was reminded of Lisa, in similar repose, with her head lying in her own ejaculate on my front porch.

The Goth girl was working the plug hard in her ass. Her arousal dripped like sweat down each thigh, her breath came loud through slightly parted lips. I almost pushed my cock through those lips, but I was in the mood for something different.

"Let me help you with that," I said with a laugh. Then manipulating the stop of the anal plug roughly with a thumb, I simultaneously slid a finger along the folds of her pussy. When I slipped two fingers into her cunt, she moaned loudly and incessantly, and her legs trembled as if they would give out at any moment.

Fuck, this cunt was close.

"Are you about to come?" I asked with mocked naiveté.

She tried to cock her head around to look at me. A frustrated, exasperated look of someone just asked a stupid question was stamped across her face, as she spit, "Yes! Would you fuck me now! Please! Fuck me like a rabid banshee...Hurry!"

Standing up behind her, I took a moment to view the image.

The Goth girl—up on hands and knees, with her head tilted around still trying to look at me, hair matted to her forehead and cheeks from sweat, and her arousal continued to drip down her thighs—yes, exactly as I saw it.

I took one, last, agonizing tease from her, "Tell me, exactly what is a banshee?"

"Just stick it in me, for fuck's sake!" she screamed.

Scream, she did; from the moment I pushed into her, she screamed.

Pushing in was easier than I thought it would be. I felt the fat bulge of the plug pushing hard against me, and pushing me harder against the opposite side of her cunt, but I slid passed the narrows with little problem, and with seemingly little pain to her—such was the gooey, slick wetness of her pussy.

I couldn't push all the way in, however, as I could feel the firm resistance of her uterus against my cock when I was about half way inside. I dared not force myself further in, fearing I might cause too much pain.

"You have such a tiny snatch. No wonder you were worried about my size," I teased, "Oh well, I guess it will have to do."

I only pumped into her slowly a few times before I felt the gush of her ejaculate, then another, and another.

Between the garbled nonsense of her regular screams, she would yell in a higher, clearer pitch, "Don't stop, I'm coming again...Please don't stop, I'm coming again...Jesus, fuck me, I'm coming again...Again!...Again!"

I lost count of how many screams, but for each ear-shattering wail of, "Again," another torrent of ejaculate sprayed out of her. 

When her wailing finally died down to a loud moan, I pulled out of her.

I stroked her back again, and said, "Well worth the trouble, I would think."

She didn't say a word. She didn't even nod her head, as it lay as a leaden weight on the carpet.

Her ass still jutting high in the air—such an inviting target.

Grabbing hold of the stop, I said, "Now relax, sweetheart."

She did, and I pulled the plug out of her with a sharp 'pop.'

"You know what the problem is with these plugs..."

I didn't wait for an answer, as I pushed my cock all the way into her well-lubricated ass,

"...They take away a perfectly good hole to fuck."

The screaming started all over again.

I fucked her hard this time. There was nothing impeding my way as I slammed into her form cock-head down to balls.

I grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her head up as I fucked her ass with rapid, hard thrusts.

"That's right, scream bitch. Scream louder so that the paint in this dump starts to peel. Oh yes...Nice. There's nothing like a good ass fucking to make a girl scream. Don't you think?"

"Yes!' she screamed, repeatedly, "Yes! Again! Yes! Again!" as more fluid rushed out of her.

I thought she'd grow hoarse with all her screaming, but that didn't happen until I shoved my thumb into her cunt while flicking at her clit with a finger.

The Goth girl went deadly silent and rigid. Then all of a sudden, her body jerked hard as she collapsed to the floor. I pulled her hips back up into the air, and shoving my cock back in, I continued to fuck her ass hard as I thumb fucked her pussy—the finger flick to the clit was just sauce for the goose. She continued to wildly shimmy, vibrate and buck like an unbalanced washing machine until it was time for my own climax.

I pulled out of her ass to finish the job.

It's something I've come to enjoy, watching my forceful ejaculations shooting out of me as thick and heavy white ropes, creaming my partners' lovely faces or any other part of their anatomy—giving them my own, perverted baptism, one might say.

I put my cock between her ass cheeks, holding it firmly within that nook with my thumbs as I continued a slow fucking motion.

I shot out numerous 'frozen' ropes. Sadly, most missed their intended mark, as they flew far forward over the Goth girl's head, landing on the carpet in front of her.

Oh well, the carpet looked too new anyway, and needed more stains to match the rest of the décor in this rat hole.

Finished, I zipped up my fly, and noticed the front of my pants covered in her fluids.

"Do you have a towel?"

She didn't say anything. I thought she was unconscious, because she hadn't moved since the cum shot.

Giving her a hard, once over with the eyes, I noticed her flexing her buttocks, still trying to eke out that last bit of phantom pleasure that remained—she was alive, at least, but little help to me and my pants.

I wasn't about to dry them with anything in this room. So instead, I just watched her for a moment, knowing that I fulfilled many of her fantasies. It pleased me to no end, and I enjoyed this quiet respite watching her flex her ass in complete contentment.

Her? Funny, I don't even know the Goth girl's name. Oh well, I wasn't going to ask now.

As I continued to stare down at her sweaty, panting form, her flexing ass, and still quivering body, an idea struck me—well two actually—but one I would enact tonight.

I called Lisa on my cell.

It rang a couple of times before I heard her voice.

"Hi, it's Will...Oh, not much. Trying to get into trouble, you know how it is. How's Bob?...Working late again, ouch...Double shift!...He doesn't get home until three! I don't know how he does it working day and night like he does, poor guy. I'm going to have to invite him out on the town some night and get him drunk...No, no wives, just us guys. And how's Barbara?...All A's this semester, fantastic! You must be very proud. Is she home by the way?...Good, there's something Karen and I want to talk to you two about. Can you and Barb come over?...No, it's nothing serious. It's all good, wonderful in fact...No, I can't say over the phone. I'm about twenty minutes from home, but I'd like it if you two could be waiting there for me. Karen's home, she'll let you in, okay?...Great!...What?...Of course I remember. How could I forget...Well, now that you mention it, I know of some nice hotels close by. I could set up something just for the two of us. How about in a couple of days?...Quit whining, two days isn't that long, keep your panties on...Yes, I know I still owe you a pair...What?...Wow, I love it when you talk slutty. Say something else...Wow!...Tell me, have you ever taken a cock my size up there before?...Never?...Oh, you've never been fucked there before...Yes, I know, there's always a first time...Okay, you asked for it, and you can't back out of it, I won't let you. Just remember to bring some lube...Yes, I promise I'll call you in a couple of days, but right now head over to my house with Barbara. See you in a few minutes, bye."

After the call, I knelt alongside the Goth girl. She still hadn't moved, but her eyes were open and looking up at me. I slipped one of my business cards in her hand, as well as a folded up hundred dollar bill—payment for the plug, lube, and maybe a little something left over so that she could buy a decent meal.

"That's one of my cards and a little something extra for the toy. I'm planning a little get-together with a bunch of friends sometime in the next couple of weeks. It will be wild. I'd like you to be there, so give me a call if you're interested. I hope you come."

I chuckled at my pun.

"Oh, and tell that fuck-stick boyfriend to get a real job. And you, you get something to eat. I like my girls to have some tits."

I left the Goth girl on the floor, her ass still jutted into the air as if she wanted another going over. It was tempting, but I needed to get home. It was time for me to enjoy both mother and daughter together, and with an audience. Karen, my devious, little cunt of a wife, will only get to sit and watch as I have my way with the Grants.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 16



Lisa and Barbara went back to their home around two-thirty in the morning.

It was a stunning night, one that will go down in the annals of debauchery for all time. Caligula, Nero, Casanova, the Marque de Sade, and that weird looking guy from 'Dangerous Liaisons'—fucking unimaginative, sexual eunuchs compared to me. Okay, okay, a bit of an over exaggeration. There were no decapitations and very little blood.

Unfortunately, I don't have the time to relay the details, nor all the highlights, only broad brush strokes of some of the events will have to do. I have a party to plan and a wife to punish.

********

I told Lisa twenty minutes, but it only took me ten to get home after the Goth girl. Yeah, I was racing. Fortunately, the donut shops were still open, so there were no cops on the road.

As expected, Lisa and Barbara were waiting for me, sitting on the couch in the living room. Funny, neither of them seemed to expect anything out of the ordinary, especially given our recent histories. I thought at least Barbara would be bit nervous, young as she was and still naïve about some things in the world—all manner of sex, benign or depraved, not being one of them any longer. Karen saw to that. Still, I thought she might be worried, what with her mother there, and Karen 'sweating bullets' next to her, but she was as calm as I've ever known her.

Karen was another story. She was freaked. Rushing up to me as soon as I entered the house, she asked in a harsh whisper so the others wouldn't hear, "What the hell is going on?"

I could read Karen's mind like a book, and I didn't need any special powers for that. Thoughts of what I was going to say to Lisa about her and Barbara flooded her mind, and it terrified her.

Not daring to look at her cheating face, I rudely dismissed her by saying, "Go sit somewhere away from me, and try and make yourself useful for once by keeping your lying mouth shut."

I settled in the chair opposite from where Lisa and Barbara sat. I didn't say anything to them. I just stared at them while thinking all those delicious acts that I've been denying myself for too long.

Almost immediately, they both broke out in a fevered sweat. Lisa was wearing a tight-fitting pair of white shorts, and I saw a growing stain darkening the fabric between her legs. Although I couldn't see between Barbara's legs because of the way she was sitting, I knew her panties were soaked as well.

That's all it took. A few moments of thought, and mother and daughter were 'hot to trot.'

Not only were all my acquired powers back at full strength, they had grown exponentially. I felt I could move mountains. I felt I could give the whole shitty world, and every fuck-head in it, a shuttering orgasm with just a single thought—and still have strength left for corn flakes.

Yeah—Total Recall—bitchin' movie.

After another few moments under my gaze, Lisa and Barbara were panting, fidgeting, pushing their fists into their stomachs, clamping their legs together, doing anything to stem that rising tide, but I pushed them both to climax right there.

I didn't care who knew it now. Let all of them see my power. No one would believe their lying eyes anyway. Why should they? I'll just tell them what to see, how to think, what to feel. I am the director. They—my actors...

...And if they know what's good for them they'll shut the fuck up, spread their legs and enjoy the ride.

I've been played the chump for too long—Mr. Nice Guy...Mr. Chump. Well, it's payback time. Yeah, the world is in for one big ass fucking, and it starts tonight, and it won't end until I say stop!

I said to mother and daughter, "I don't like hair on my pussies. Go upstairs and shave yourselves. Then wait for me on the bed."

Barb pulled her mother off the couch, and they raced to the bedroom, laughing. As I heard their footfalls pounding up the stairs, I wondered if they knew, or guessed at the incestuous debauchery I had in store for them. Was thought possible for those under my power—thoughts about the moral and ethical implications of their acts? Or was it just an overriding emotional reaction totally void of any thought?

Oh well, I can't be bothered with that now, I'll leave those questions for the philosophers to figure out.

Karen got up to follow.

"Sit down, bitch! What makes you think I want you in my games?

"You've already had your fun, while making a fucking fool out of me. Now, I'm going to show you what it's like to have someone you love shit on you.

"When I'm done with those two sluts, they'll be begging to have my children, and all you get to do is watch. Do you understand me?! Cunt! And as I have my way with them, the Cunt's not to talk...The Cunt's not to touch herself...I don't even want to hear your cunty moans! If you do anything other than watch, I'll lock you in the fucking attic with all the other rodents."

Watch she did, from her vanity chair, stripped of all her clothes, as well as dignity. The whole time the Grants and I played, she sat rigidly in that chair like a good little cunt, watching, stewing, seething, and dripping. The only sounds that could be heard from her quarter of the room were that of heavy panting, and the slow drip of her arousal pooling on the carpet beneath her.

Just as in my dreams.

For the first hour or so, I let Barbara and Lisa get to know each other more intimately. I mostly watched their raucous dance together, although I did interject the occasion verbal and, of course, mental command from time to time; but really, I was curious to see just how creative they would get on their own accord.

Surprisingly for me, the daughter immediately assumed the dominant role over mother. Well, maybe not so surprising, given that Barbara was the more sexually experienced now. Still, I found it odd that Lisa never once tried to interject any motherly control over any situation. She played the most demure and compliant submissive.

As for Barbara, it was as if every parental slight, real or imagined, borne by her since childhood was thrown back at Lisa during their romp. She was, at times, vicious in her treatment of Lisa, and berated her mother at every turn if she wasn't satisfied by Lisa's tonguing or fingering. Moreover, each time Barb slung down the insults as she ground her pussy hard into her mother's face, I could see Lisa becoming more docile, more submissive, and more aroused.

It was Barbara's overarching need for revenge for constantly being under mother's thumb that was the true music of their dance, and far more the sexual instigator than my occasional suggestions.

Barbara's sexual venom wasn't on display more so than when she had Lisa on her back, while she straddled her mother's head. Usually in this position, Barbara faced her mother's feet so that she could tease Lisa's clit on occasion with a finger or tongue. The tease was never enough to give mother release, but more than enough to send her into greater sexual frenzy.

Lisa responded aptly to the tease. Gripping Barbara's buttocks hard, she would lift daughter's ass off her face, spread her cheeks wide, and suck feverishly at Barb's vulva.

Lisa's fingers and tongue shifted quickly about her daughter's vitals. A long suck and quick flick her, a forceful prod into Barbara's pussy there. Lisa's tongue, lips, and fingers moved in perfect harmony. It wasn't long before Barbara's arousal glistened heavily on mother's face.

It wasn't just Barbara's vulva she enjoyed, as Lisa occasionally took long swipes with her tongue at her daughter's tight, pretty pink asshole.

Yes, she went their—with only a little mental direction from me...

In for a penny, in for a pound. Wasn't that the old saying?

...Once the incestuous cat was out of its bag, there was no point in having other boundaries between mother and daughter.

Lisa never lingered there for long. Just enough to get Barbara moaning loudly and flex her ass cheeks around mommy's tongue.

When the golden moment arrived, it was always the same. Barbara would arch her back, point her face toward the ceiling, and moan sweetly, "I'm coming Mommy."

How many, 'I'm coming Mommy's,' did I hear during that first hour? I don't know. Who counts that stuff? All I know, I didn't hear one, 'I'm coming Dear.' Lisa exhibited perfect, motherly self-sacrifice

They ended their solo session on a tenderer note, by just kissing and caressing each other with soft hands and softer lips. A catharsis had finally occurred between the two. Barbara's punishments had washed Lisa clean of her sins, and she was made pure again in the eyes of her daughter.

It was really quite moving to watch.

********

We continued with the games, so many games varied in rule and tempo, but too numerous to relay now. However, to give you at least a taste of the evening's events, my favorite game came just after their catharsis.

I had removed my clothes by then, and was lying at the head of the bed. Barbara and Lisa were still lying together at the opposite end. They watched and waited patiently, like faithful pets, for what I would have them do next.

I called Lisa up to me. Barbara uttered a little whine at not being chosen first, but I hushed her, telling her to continue to be patient.

As for Lisa, she had the most delectable smile—playful yet still demure—as she crawled toward me like a cat creeping closer to an unsuspecting bird.

Slipping my fingers through her short, blonde hair, I pulled her lips gently into mine. Her kiss was slow and passionate, full of anticipation and barely reserved, percolating arousal.

She nibbled at my tongue with her lips, as if she wanted to draw all the sexual essence out of me and savor it like a fine wine.

Pressing harder into me, she sucked my tongue fully into her mouth while letting her hand slip down to gently brush against my cock. I was so very hard, and so very massive.

She moaned loudly at its feel—a rough moan of anticipation, greed, and want for that object she lovingly stroked with her fingers. I felt the unmistakable quick rise of her climax. Her arousal stopped just below the tipping point and stayed there, boiling feverishly, waiting for just the right touch to set it off.

That kiss alone almost made her come. I slipped my palm over her mons, tamping down her arousal for now.

Holding her cheek close to mine, I asked, "Do you remember my phone call?"

She giggled, nibbled my earlobe, and said softly, "Yes."

"And do you remember what you said to me?"

"I said lots of things..."

"Come on," I said playfully, "Don't be coy now."

Again, she giggled and bit my earlobe, "Yes, I remember."

"I thought you would. And did you bring it?"

Sheepishly, she said, "I forgot."

"Naughty girl," I said, kissing her.

Then to Barbara, who was sitting back on her heels watching me play with mommy, I said, "Barb, be a sweetheart and get the lubricant for your Mom. I don't think I need to tell you where it is, given your time with Karen."

That last part was just a little vague dig at Barbara and Karen's bit of selfish infidelity, and it wasn't lost on either Lisa or Karen. Lisa cocked her head toward Karen and stared hard at her for a moment, but remained silent.

As Barb scampered away, Lisa fell back into the kiss. Her fingers continued to dance slyly about my cock, reminding her of what she now coveted. As such, she didn't stay at my mouth too long. 

She slid down my chest, licking and kissing me the whole way, just like her daughter had done from that other night.

Once she got to that thing she coveted, she took her time, savored every bit of the delectable experience with lips, tongue, and fingers. Along these ends, not once did she put me in her mouth, spending that time Barbara needed to prepare her, by nuzzling, caressing, kissing and licking me softly and sweetly.

Barbara returned with the lube, and stood behind her mother, shrugging her shoulders at me in a, 'What's next,' manner.

"You should know what to do, you dope. You've done it enough times with Karen. Get your Mom ready for me."

It was another dig at their treachery of me, not nearly as subtle as before.

Barbara tried to make like she didn't hear me, but she did and hoped I wasn't angry with her.

Karen trembled each time I brought the subject up, knowing I wasn't nearly through with her punishment; she was experiencing real fear of what I would finally do to her when I got the chance.

Lisa's reaction, on the other hand, was much different than before, she became aroused at hearing the slutty treatment done to her by Karen. Of course, it helped that I pushed salacious images of Barbara acting the slut into her mind while ramping up her arousal. Still, there was quite an odd dichotomy of emotion and thought that played out in Lisa's mind. On one hand, there was the maternal instinct to enact revenge against Karen, the one who violated her daughter's chastity; and yet, at the same time, she was getting aroused by the very thoughts of Barbara's raped innocence.

I watched as Lisa applied a quick, lustful tongue flick to the underside of my shaft, and asked nonchalantly, "It excites you to know Barb's taken it up the ass, doesn't it?"

Her tongue continued to flick as she looked into my eyes, trying to hide her feelings from me.

"I wish I could tell you it was me doing all that ass pounding of your daughter. But it was only my cheating, slut of a wife with a dildo, who fucked Barb every day in the ass. Do you want to know how long those two cunts have been at each other?"

Lisa, still looking dispassionately into my eyes while licking my shaft, nodded hesitantly.

"They romped together every day since we had that wonderful time together on my front porch. And in all that time, neither of those selfish little twats thought to ask me to join them."

Lisa became visibly upset hearing of her daughter's selfishness and treachery toward me.

Barbara began crying while trying to defend herself, "I wanted you there, but Karen said you couldn't be...And that it wouldn't be a good idea to ask you...And that we should just...You know...Just do stuff together, alone..."

"I wasn't talking to you, Barb, my slut. You should just concern yourself with getting mommy ready for my cock."

"Sorry," she said, meekly, returning to the task I set for her.

"How many fingers have you worked into Mommy's ass?...Barely two? You need to be doing it better than that sweetheart. Add some more lube."

She did, and started to push in three fingers.

"Add a bit of your spit to it also, my little slut. That usually helps."

I couldn't help but feel pleased, watching Barbara hang her head directly over Lisa's asshole, just like a bombardier sighting in a ground target, then letting a large dollop of spit fall from her mouth onto her mother—bulls eye, right on target. She quickly pushed her three fingers in, right after the spit bomb.

"It also helps to take Mommy's mind off the pain. What other things does Karen do to you when she gets you ready?"

"She likes to suck and finger my twat!" Barbara blurted out, happy that she could be so helpful.

"See, you knew all along what you need to do," I said, as I watched Barb push her face into Lisa's vulva. From then on out, the only thing I could hear was loud sucking sounds and Lisa squealing in pleasure.

Lisa had momentarily stopped her tongue and lip slides over my cock due to her daughter's skillful attention to her pussy. I tapped my cock lightly against her face in a teasing manner, while saying, "Hey sweetheart, don't forget about me. Unless, of course, you don't want any cock for the rest of the evening. I'll have you sit in a chair alongside that other cunt and both of you can watch me fuck Barbara until she passes out."

"Sorry," she squeaked, and holding me firmly down at the base of my shaft, and renewed her licking of my cock with all the focus and fervor of a child licking a popsicle on a hot summer day.

"That's nice, Baby, slobber all over that cock-head like a good little cock slut," I said soothingly as I stroked her cheek, and then to Barbara, I asked "Now how many fingers?"

I heard Barbara spit into Lisa's ass before answering, "Almost four. How does it feel, Mom?"

Lisa swallowed hard, and mumbled something inaudible.

"Good girls, both of you. Not like my slut-cunt of a wife, who never seems to be helpful, and is always disagreeable and selfish."

Lisa found a certain encouragement from my words. That, or else they excited her into new levels of arousal, because her little lick-kiss, cock sucking technique changed from long licks of my shaft, to short, forceful flicks of the tongue just below my cockhead. She threw in soft sucks and tongue rolls on occasion, and it was like heaven.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to come all over your pretty face."

She stopped her flicking to ask, "Just like last time? Promise?"

Then turning, she winked at Karen, and said, "I've never seen a guy come harder or faster. Not even in the movies. Will really made me feel I'd done something extraordinary. He made me feel special. And you, you stupid bitch, you had it all, and now look at you." She laughed in Karen's face, before returning her flicking tongue to my cock.

I must admit, I got Lisa to say those words to Karen, particularly throwing in the humiliating laugh at the end. I think those words have more power, and have a greater, humiliating effect when they are said by a third party—don't you think?

Oh yes, they certainly do!

Karen's just sat there like a good cunt and took the abuse, although her face was cloaked in a crimson-colored mask of miserable jealousy, rage and shame.

"That should be good enough, Barb. Come around here now, sweetheart, and grease me up real good with the lube, and then you can stay and watch my cock slide into mommy's ass."

She knelt alongside me, and dribbled a liberal amount onto my cock-head. There was the brightest glow and smile on her face as she watched the lubricant trickle down along my shaft. As the viscous fluid neared the base of my cock, Barb quickly scooped it up and smeared all over my erection. She giggled as the sensation made my cock jump a number of times out of her gentle grip. Then, while applying more lube to my shaft and head, Barb lowered herself down and drew my balls into her mouth with one easy swipe of her tongue.

Lisa watched in fascination—but with a little revulsion mixed in—as her daughter preformed acts that she, herself, had rarely, if ever, given thought to, and preformed those acts with an ease and guiltless naiveté as one would garner from boiling an egg.

She didn't ask how Barb came to be such an expert in carnal pursuits. I think she was too afraid to, preferring to keep her head in the sand and not explore too deeply into her daughter's debauchery, but she could guess. Every so often, I could see her sneaking a sideways glance at Karen with a look of utter contempt plastered on her face.

It's funny how Lisa ignored my obvious culpability in the corruption of her daughter. Then again, maybe not— innocence as well as arousal can be instilled into the actor's head by the director.

The moment of truth had arrived for Lisa.

I cupped her head between my hands, and said, "Come up here, baby, and give us a kiss."

Her heart pounded madly in her chest. Her face turned a deep pink as all the blood rushed upward. I could feel each 'thump' and 'pulse' of her beating heart through her lips as she pushed them hard into me.

"Penny for your thoughts," I said quietly.

She almost said something, but just shook her head in embarrassment.

I guessed what she wanted to say, and asked, "Remember what I said to you over the phone about this moment?"

"That I couldn't back out of it?"

"That's right, so here's what I want you to do. Turn the other way around, so that you're facing away from me. While you straddle my hips, just slowly sit down. It's as simple as that."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 16



She gave me a comical, 'simple as that, my ass,' look before doing what I asked.

As Lisa repositioned herself, I said to Barbara, "Why don't you help your mom, and hold my cock still until she slips me in."

Due to my extended length, Lisa couldn't straddle me by kneeling, which led to an amusing bit of banter between mother and daughter when we made that discovery.

Straddled across my hips, Lisa pressed her backside snug up against my erection and waited...And waited some more, thinking that Barbara would start to slid me into her.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"Waiting for you to...You know...Put it in me."

Barbara began slapping my cock repeatedly against her mom's ass and lower back, while saying in a not too sardonic tone, "Mom, do you feel that? That's his cock. The end is hitting you way above the crack in your ass. You're going to have to shift and lean forward so that I can get him under you."

Lisa shift forward a bit.

Barbara continued to slap her as a reminder, "Mom."

Lisa shifted and leaned forward again.

Another back slap from Barb, "Mom!"

Another forward shift by Lisa, and still not nearly enough.

"Jesus Mom! Do you act like a total 'doof' with daddy, too? No wonder he's always working."

Lisa answered with a familiar, frustrated motherly tone, "Would you just tell me where you want me to put my ass, and quite with all this guessing shit. Christ, just like your father! Both of you can never give me a straight answer on anything"

"Gees, don't have a spaz, Mom. Sit down closer to his knees...That's better!"

Better for them, maybe, but not for me. Given Lisa's distance from me, and that she ended up leaning far forward, Barbara had to bend my cock far forward in order to put it into her mom's hole. It felt like she almost snapped my dick off in her first attempt.

All of this must be killing my little anal expert, Karen.

"Okay, okay, okay," I said quickly, and in distress, "This isn't working." Even I hadn't learned all the anatomical difficulties inherent with having a big cock, but it's fun educating myself.

"Lisa, turn around and face me...That's right...Come all the way up...All the way, Baby, and stick those big tits in my face...Yummy."

Right away she saw this was a better position, and like a smart ass, said so, "Why didn't we do it this way first?"

"Because, with the other way I get to watch my cock slide into your ass. That's always fun for me."

She giggled, and said while kissing me, "You're such a silly, bad boy."

As her daughter held my cock, Lisa slid back ever so slowly. She barely got my cock-head in before she stopped her advance.

A look of distress passed across her face, as she apologized, "I think this is going to take longer than I thought."

"Take your time, sweetheart. Take all the time you need," I said, soothingly.

Putting on a brave face, she said trying to sound calm, "I know. We've got all night to get it right. Right?"

I felt her push back a little more, but instead of pushing my cock further in, all she ended up doing was make it bow in the middle. It just wouldn't slide in any further.

I pulled her forward so that I was out of her again, and told Barb to squirt more lube over me, over her mom, and into everything.

Lisa slid me in again, and slowly pushed back. She got me in a little further than before until she had to stop.

That's how it went for a long while. A little backward advance, a sudden stop, wait a good minute, pull out and squirt some lube, and try it over again.

Oh, what a slow agonizing process this was for Lisa. I've felt really snug asses before, but she was an order of magnitude tighter than I had ever experienced. I don't think it was just my size alone that was causing the problem; Lisa had an unusually tight sphincter that just wouldn't release. It's no wonder she never took it up the ass before.

She had me about halfway in, and that seemed about as far as I was going to go. We tried several times, pulling out and applying more lube, spreading her ass cheeks wider, but my cock still wouldn't advance any further.

It wasn't for a lack of trying on Lisa's part, either. I always felt her apply strong, backward pressure, accompanied with a hard wiggle of her ass, as she tried to push me in, but all it did was bow my cock some more, and cause tears of pain to trickled down her face.

Finally, she gasped through pain and frustration, "How can anybody find any of this pleasurable or fun, and would you please tell me how the fuck can anyone take you up the butt?"

I tried not to laugh, and said calmly, "It takes time, especially the first time. It's a lot like riding a bike. Hard to learn at first, but once you do, you never forget. Trust me, when that tight little ass of yours finally relaxes, it will be a smooth ride from then on, and your sweet ass will never forget how wonderful it felt."

It will, too—I'd see to that. I was going to give her the pussy-drenching, anal ride of her life, if we could just get my damn cock all the way inside.

Given how much time this was all taking, Barbara had resigned herself in watching mommy's agony while resting her head on my chest. Quiet and still as she was, I thought she'd fallen asleep, but occasionally she'd stroke her mother's thigh in sympathy.

"Barbara," I scolded, "Get off your lazy ass and help her."

"What should I do?"

"First, sit behind her and comfort her. Then pull her up and back into you so that she's sitting more upright."

It was a joy to watch Barbara comfort her mom. Cupping Lisa's breasts gently in her hands, Barb pulled her hard into her back. When she got Lisa in an upright position, I heard her whisper into her mother's ear, "Relax Mommy, I so much want him inside you."

That seemed to be the trigger—a daughter's sweet, yet slutty words of comfort.

I felt Lisa's tension evaporate and her sphincter slowly release. Gravity did the rest as I watched my cock completely disappear inside of her. Lisa finally came to rest, her ass flush against my pelvis.

Now for the real fun! This slutty cunt will never want to waste a cock in her pussy ever again.

The second after she touched bottom, I wiggled my hips, causing the barest shifting of my cock in her ass. Touching near her mons, I sent her arousal screaming up toward climax, and held her well above the point of release.

She didn't scream, she didn't moan, she didn't even breathe for the long moments I held her arousal boiling above her boiling point. She just sat stiffly, mouth slack-jawed, and her eyes bugging comically out of her head. Then, I let her go.

Lisa shrieked, "Fuck!" Just as Barbara had done during our double penetration together so many weeks ago—mother, indeed, so much like daughter—her ejaculate sprayed as a fountain.

Upon hearing her mother's scream, Barbara clamped her hands tighter on Lisa's tits, and screamed herself, "Oh Momma!"

Three times I pushed Lisa into rapid and intense orgasm while wiggling my hips, and three times she shrieked that magic word as fluid gushed across my torso.

Tears and sweat poured over her face, but I wasn't done with her. Now, we were going to have some real fun.

"Sit up straight, Baby...That's right, so that all your weights resting on your knees. Now, tighten those sweet buns around my cock."

When I felt her ass grip my cock hard, I began a long, slow pump of her asshole, and for each long stroke into her, I ratcheted her arousal ever higher. Five or six times I'd pump her ass, then send her into orgasm. She punctuated each squirt with loud and abrupt shrieks of, "Fuck!"

I did this countless times to her until she was in near sexual exhaustion, but I still wasn't done yet. Now, it was time to have some real fun, and with Barbara.

I released her from my mind. Momentarily set free, she sat down hard on my waist, exhausted. Her knees and thighs must burn from exertion, having the tensile strength of overcooked macaroni. Comically, although her lower torso felt as a leaded weight against my legs, her upper torso continued to vibrate as a tuning folk held against the correct pitch as wave upon wave of continual post-coital climax gently swept over her as a tide.

"See, I told you it would be wonderful."

She only panted a reply, while grabbing a tight hold of her daughter's cupped hands on her breasts. I saw her body relax back into Barb as she sighed deeply, and I felt the slow, warm seepage of her ejaculate on my stomach, as it continued to trickle from her pussy.

"Don't get too relaxed, Sweetheart, we've only just started. It's time you did some of the work for a change...Come on, get that cute ass moving and start fucking me...That's good...No rush...Just a nice slow fuck with your ass, Baby."

Again, I started ramping her arousal toward climax, but this time a much slower, but more pervasive ramping that affected her whole lower torso.

To be honest, by this time I didn't have to push her much with my mind. She was doing things nicely on her own. Though, every now and again I'd prod her arousal along—making it a continual, inexorable ascent of arousal, and each time the ramping-up ended with such an intense climax it caused her to violently shake and collapse into what can only be described as an upright, fetal positions.

With Lisa started nicely, I tuned my attentions to Barbara.

"Come here, Baby. You've been such a good and patient daughter, helping mommy achieve bliss. It's time for a little reward. Be a good slut and sit on my face."

She giggled brightly before hopping on my head, facing her mother.

Oh, how wet, sweet and luscious her cunt was, dripping with that warm, dank, musky aroma that tells one it's ripe for picking—so close to squirting. Add to it her large, protruding clit—such an easy target for my deft tongue—I hardly had to work sending her over the edge.

So pent-up was she with imbued arousal, I barely flicked a tongue across her hardened pebble before she he yelped like a little puppy and came. Four quick climaxes followed in rapid succession, each accompanied with that sweet, puppy dog yelp that grew louder with each new climax.

By Barbara's fourth, Lisa was bouncing up and down on my stick hard and fast. Coming intensely, each time she collapsed forward into that sitting, fetal position, with her head resting on my chest and below Barb's frame. Then, as Lisa righted herself in order to renew her joyful bouncing on my cock, Barb would push her tits into her face, demanding that mommy suck on them.

The dominant, daughter bitch was back, and 'badder' than ever. She wrapped her arms hard around Lisa's head, forcing her mother between her tits, "That's right, suck on my titties Mommy...Ooh, I can feel another bingo...!"

Barbara let go another puppy shriek as I tasted her warm, salty, ejaculate filling my mouth.

Jesus, that was five in as many minutes, and I wasn't using any of my mind control on her. I needed to cool the bitch off a bit.

I sifted my tongue away from her clit, and started a slow tongue fuck of her cunt hole.

That seemed to do the trick for now, and although I could feel her arousal building toward another climax, her rise was much slower this time.

I loved parroting the acts Lisa had performed on Barbara when she was in the same circumstances, lifting Barb's ass off my face at times and spreading her cheeks wide, all while taking great, wet licks across her vitals. I loved the cute little squeak that escaped her lips each time my tongue tickled that tight asshole of hers. And I just loved the salacious dialogue she used on her mother, a combination of the hardened dominant mixed with just the right amount of childlike innocence—once again, daughter had become mother's little, pixie dominatrix. 

Lisa quickened and intensified her bouncing, suggesting she was nearing another climax.

Lisa's approaching orgasm wasn't lost on Barbara, who intensified her dialogue, "Fuck that big cock, Mommy. Is it bigger than Daddy's? I bet it is, thicker, longer and harder as it slides in and out of your tight butt. There's nothing better than a big, fat cock, is there Mommy? I bet even Daddy would love to watch that big fucking cock fucking you in the butt as he jerks off. Come on Mom, think of Daddy jerking off as Will fucks your butt. That's it Mommy...Fuck Will hard...Harder!...Oh, I want you to come, Mommy...I want you to come. Can I come too? Please, Mommy!"

Barb's words put both of them into frenzy. Lisa increased her bouncing, pounding down hard on me as she neared the tipping point. Barb was grinding her ass hard into my face, and forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy, while my nose tickled that tight, pink asshole. Both had their arms locked around each other in a deep, open-mouthed embrace, their breathing coming forced and loud around intertwining tongues.

At that moment, they were no longer mother and daughter, they were lovers.

The fireworks really started when I told Lisa to play with Barbara's clit. When I felt Lisa's fingers rubbing her daughter's button, I gripped Barb's ass hard, holding her hips steady, while shoving a thumb into her asshole and jammed my tongue as far into her pussy as I could.

It's hard to say who came first, but both mother and daughter ended up violently shaking in the others' arms before collapsing, scrunched up tightly into that fetal position, their heads resting on my body.

The whole interplay between Lisa and Barbara had me redlining, and I was suddenly gripped by a fever I had rarely experienced even when using the elixir directly.

Both were still breathing hard, but giggling merrily into the other's ear.

Not saying a word myself, I pushed them off me.

I picked up Barb as if she weighed no more than a feather pillow, and threw her onto her back. Pressing a hand down into her chest so that she couldn't move, I picked up Lisa with my other arm with equal ease, and set her on top of her daughter so that they were in the typical sixty-nine position.

They screamed out of surprise and panic at my rough treatment, and tried to wiggle away, but I held them fast with just a finger pressed into Lisa's back.

Then a voice came out of me. My voice, of course, but then again, not mine; deep, dark and melodious it sounded, seemingly outer worldly in resonance and tenor, though still retaining my character.

"Don't be frightened my pets, my slutty little cunts. I won't hurt you."

My assurances calmed the two down, as I felt them relax against my finger.

"Barbara, my little slut, you've been such a naughty girl toward your mother. Suck on her pussy until she begs you to stop!"

In a flash, Barb wrapped her arms around Lisa legs. Then holding her mother tightly, she began taking great, lustful, licking bites of Lisa's pussy while smearing her face with her mother's arousal.

Squirting more lube into and around Lisa's asshole, I plunged hard into her. Grabbing her by the hair, I pulled her head back so that it was close to my own, and said to her in that same deep voice, "And you, it's time you quite being the mouse. I want you to teach your slutty cunt of a daughter how to behave!"

Lisa grunted in answer, throaty and guttural, as if it originated deep within the recesses of her body.

"Didn't you hear him? Suck me you bratty, little slut," she barked at her daughter in that same guttural voice. The tail end of her words morphed into a loud slap as she spanked Barbara's thigh.

The slap was like a starter's gun—we were off to the races.

I maintained my grip of Lisa's hair the whole time, as I slam-fucked her ass like I did the Goth girl's, and like the Goth girl, Lisa started screaming the moment I started pumping. Every four or five hard plunges I made into her ass she'd scream, and I'd feel her warm ejaculate bathing my thighs once again.

A crescendo of melodious tunes reverberated about the room. What with Lisa's screaming and continual spanking of Barbara's thighs, to go along with Barbara's loud sucking sounds and yelps to Lisa's thigh slaps. Add in the sounds of my thighs slapping against Lisa's ass, and we had rough harmony to go along with the Grant's melody.

I briefly looked over at Karen. Although she had closed her eyes to the scene, there was no way she could shut out the sounds of what was transpiring, and I hope our sounds of shameless depravity echo in her mind for many weeks to come.

However, the sounds weren't enough punishment for her. I also wanted these images burned into her thick skull as well.

I stopped fucking Lisa for a moment to roar at Karen, "Look at us!"

Her eyes snapped open, and they were filled with hate and jealousy.

I continued to roar, "Don't you ever take your eyes off us, you cunt. Watch us and think: this could have been us! We could have shared all of this, but no, you had to be a selfish cunt instead. Well, this is what happens to selfish, disobedient, little cunts; they have to watch!"

Surprisingly, given their recent treachery together—or maybe because of it—Barbara started to taunt Karen, ruthlessly.

I heard her lips pop off her mother's clit, before she said, "Hey Karen, you should see Will's cock from here. You can't believe how hot it makes me, seeing that huge prick of his sliding deep into my mom's butt, and hearing her begging to be fucked harder. I just wish you could come over here and suck on my pussy."

Then Barbara lifted her head and sucked both of my balls into her mouth. She made the most obscene and loud 'yummy' sounds as she played with them with her tongue.

Karen fumed, but what grated on her the most was that she was powerless to do anything about the young one's taunts.

Between long licks and short sucks of my balls, Barb continued to loudly taunt, "Oh, Mr. Henry...Your sack's so tight and firm against your balls...You must be filled with a gallon of cum!...Sir, when you're done fucking mommy...Can you jerk all that cum into my mouth and all over my face?...Then fuck my butt, too?"

What a wonderfully deceitful panache she had—on her way to becoming a true master of humiliation. Almost surpassing me.

I looked at Karen one last time, seeing that Barbara's words had totally stripped her of her dignity, I commanded in the same, dark voice as before, "Don't shut your eyes to us again or I'll tape your eyelids to your forehead!"

It wasn't long after Barbara's taunts that I noticed what lube remained in Lisa's ass was becoming tacky, and building up friction. Lisa felt the discomfort as well, and began flaying her arm about as a signal that I should stop.

I pushed hard into her one last time and held her ass against me, while Barbara rapidly shifted her fingers hard across Lisa's clit.

Lisa uttered one last shriek, quickly followed by another drenching burst of ejaculate, before collapsing onto her stomach, crying, "No more...No more...Please, god, no more!"

Barb crawled out from beneath her mother's still shivering form, and lay alongside me.

"Before you get too comfortable, Sweetheart, and while your mom's still gyrating, would you get me a warm washcloth, some soap, and a dry towel?"

When she came back with the items, I told her, "Clean my cock. I have a special something for you and your mom."

Throughout this whole time as Barb and Lisa experienced countless, pussy-squirting orgasms, I held back my own climax. I held back for that moment that moves me like no other, and I couldn't hold back any longer—it was time for their baptism.

I wasn't going to settle for just any blow job, however. What my cock ached for, and what only they could provide, was the soft, Sapphic touch inherent between a mother and her daughter.

Finished with my cleaning, Barbara sat on her heals, and asked, excitedly, "What's our special surprise, Sir?"

"You'll see," then nudging Lisa with a foot, "Come on, Lazy. It's time to get up."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 16



She dreamily groaned an acknowledgment, but continued to lay face down on the bed, her torso still contorting and shivering. Her ass was slightly raised seductively in the air—such an inviting target.

I spanked it hard, and yelled, "Up!"

She moved quicker after that.

I held both at the back of the head, and positioned them facing each other with my fat, burgeoning cock between them.

Misunderstanding my intent, they both opened their mouths wide in order to swallow me whole, but I stopped them, "No my pets...No mouth...No lips...Just tongue, just quick, soft brushes of your tongue right under my head. That's right, no need to go down my shaft or lick the top, just stay right where you are."

As they quickly flicked their tongues at that part of my cock where the head meets the shaft, they looked as small kittens lapping up cream—if only their tongues were as raspy, now that would be paradise.

They were serious in the task I set. Not a word, or moan, or giggle did they exchange between them as their tongues darted quickly and purposefully at that sensitive spot. Their dedication to the task was such that a wonderful quiet descended in the room, where only the sound of their soft lapping and quick breathing could be heard. Even Karen remained mute through the act as she watched, almost spell-bound from the chair. Hushed they all were, almost reverent, as they concentrated on that one thing they knew would give me pleasure.

And what pleasure it was. A delightfully, yet agonizingly slow ride to bliss. The feelings they imparted began subtly and broadly, throughout my lower torso; but as their licking and flicking continued, the pleasurable sensation seemed to draw toward an apex and focus exclusively at my cock-head.

And such a wonderful job mother and daughter were doing to my cock-head, as well. They had licked and flicked it to an unprecedented size, growing it far larger and more bulbous than I was used too, while turning it a bright purplish hue; the color of which seemed to glow softly, an illusion created by a sheen cast of its slickened surface from the overhead lamp, illuminating the faces and flicking tongues of my two darlings.

At the very peak of the head, a small drop of clear fluid glistened in the dim light of the bedroom, as if it too, were winking an approving eye at my two pets' oral manipulation. And with each flick of their tongue, the drop grew ever larger, fed by an ever constant flow of pre-ejaculate. It would sit precariously for a moment, large and still, until a stiff brush of their tongue caused it to slide off and slowly trickle down my shaft. Before too long, another clear drop would materialize, and start the whole process over.

The women sensed I was near the end, and quickened their pace, flickering their tongues with such maddening, tortuous speed that my mind fell deep into a fog. All I could feel from then on out was that growing, focusing bliss right where they tormented my cock.

Subconsciously, I slowly lifted my hips off the bed, arching my back as if trying to meet that growing pleasure above me. The women followed me up without breaking their stride or missing their intended, bulbous target. Further and further I pushed my hips upward, pushing closer to that focal point of bliss, until I couldn't raise my hips any higher.

It was then that the girls allowed themselves one small voice of satisfaction. Still flicking their tongues, they giggled sweetly to each other, for they knew they had me.

There I lay for what seemed an eternity, with my back bowed sharply off the bed and my cock straining upward toward the pinnacle of ecstasy, waiting for that one, gentle push to send it over the edge. However, as the moments slowly bled by in pleasurable agony, that push never came—not until I almost screamed form the madness.

I think it was Lisa, but it could have been both of them, who finally flicked her tongue over just the right spot, the sweetest of spots that triggered my release.

I groaned once, loud and abrupt, and fired my first salvo straight and high into the air. It landed with a loud 'splat' on my stomach. My second salvo shot up as high as the first, landing as a thick string across the bridge of Lisa's nose. My third was equally as strong, but I never heard where it landed.

I shot an arrow into the air...

Even after that third volley, Lisa and Barbara kept up that torturous tongue flicking. All I could muster, was a harsh and raspy, "Suck you sluts," to get them to stop the torment.

Barbara drove on me first. A quick suck, but with heavy suction as she pulled me into her mouth, while taking my next heavy shot with ease. Then as quickly as she put me in, she drew me out of her mouth again, leaving a thick trail of cum flowing down my cock. She ended her quick bob by sliding her cum-covered tongue all the way down the underside of my shaft.

As Barbara descended, so did Lisa, pulling me into her mouth in almost the exact manner as her daughter, and taking my next shot to the back of the throat. She too, did the quick bob, which ended with her sliding her tongue down my shaft, and leaving a trail of cum in her wake.

Over and over, mother and daughter sucked, bobbed and slid their tongues down until they could no longer feel my forceful ejaculation. By then, my hips were resting comfortably flat on the bed.

I lay there motionless, still hard but momentarily satisfied. They spent the time of my quiet repose to cleaning what cum remained on my cock and balls with their still ravenous tongues and lips.

That marked the end of that first session with them.

They lay close to my feet, their heads resting on an arm. Both stared at me, unmoving, transfixed, waiting for what I wanted to do next, and in all that time, a ravenous light of total sexual submission burned in their eyes.

It was that light in their eyes that affected me the most. It was the true reason none of this would ever grow old or tiring to me. Why I would never turn jaded from the easy access of everything I could ever desire sexually from another.

Above everything that I've done these past months, and with whomever I did things with, it was seeing that ravenous light in their eyes that I found to be the most satisfying. Whenever I command them to spread their legs wide for me, or to bend over and grease their ass for me, or to open their mouths and jerk all the cream out of me, that ravenous light was always there, spurring me on to create more inventive acts of sexual depravity. And with each new act, the light would glow all the more brightly in anticipation for the next act—and the next—and the next. Now, that light glowed very bright, indeed.

"Lisa, let's get started lubing up your daughter's ass. Turnabout's fair play, don't you think?"

She smiled sweetly while patting her daughter's rump—so started our second session for the evening.

********

I lost track of the number and types of games we played—played hours on end, until we all lost track of time.

It wasn't until Barbara and I had just finished another double-fucking of her mother—me through the backdoor, Barb through the front with the strap-on—that Lisa noticed the hour, and said to Barb, "Oops, we should go. Your father's going to be home soon."

They dressed quickly, but instead of going, they just stood, staring at me with that same ravenous light.

Without them saying a word, I already knew what they wanted to ask: when can we do this again?

I said to Lisa, "Like I said over the phone, I'll call you in a couple of days."

She smiled knowingly. It was almost a smile of relief.

I kissed each, long and hard, and then asked if they could see themselves out as I had things I needed to talk over with Karen.

They were almost out the bedroom door, when Lisa stopped in front of Karen.

She stood there for a long while, silently waiting for Karen to screw up enough courage to look her in the eye, but Karen kept her head down. Finally, Lisa slid a finger under Karen's chin and tilted her head up. Karen's eyes were wide, full of spite and jealous rage. Her defiant stare didn't last long, as Lisa wound-up and slapped her hard across the face. I haven't heard a blow delivered with such force since Karen slapped her sister Dawn for calling her a cunt.

Lisa let go of Karen's head, kissed me again while running a teasing hand along my cock, and breezed out the door with a smile.

Karen sobbed uncontrollably with head down after that.

Sarcastically, I said to her, "Well, that was a most fitting and humiliating end to a night full of humiliation for you. Though I can imagine what it must feel like being slapped by the woman you just watched fuck and suck your husband in all ways imaginable. You must feel like I did, when I had to smile in the face of the 'dickhead,' knowing he was fucking my wife."

I let her cry for a minute or two before giving her my first ultimatum.

"Look at me!"

The defiant look she gave Lisa was gone.

"I'm going to bed now. I don't want you to move from this chair. For the rest of the evening until morning, I want you to relive in your mind everything you've witnessed tonight. I want you to relive every fuck, every suck, even every moan. Relive their screams of pleasure, their pleas for more, their vows of undying obedience to me; most of all, I want their humiliating laughter at your predicament to reverberate inside that thick skull of yours until it drives you mad with jealousy. Maybe then you'll finally understand what I've dealt with knowing about all your fucking betrayals. Maybe then, you'll understand how much shit I swallowed from you; swallowed for the good of our marriage, you ungrateful cunt!"

She let her head drop forward onto her chest, and began sobbing all over again.

"We'll talk in the morning."

I left her alone, and immediately fell asleep in one of our guestrooms.

********

I didn't sleep long, about three hours, but it was a deep, restful sleep without any dreams. The first I had since I can't remember.

It was just getting light outside when I entered our bedroom.

I found Karen as I had left her, sitting in the vanity chair with her head resting on her chest.

I first noticed the hole in wall my fist made. Then, my eyes were drawn down to a large, dark stain on the carpet between Karen's feet, the dried remains of Karen's arousal.

I'm sure it will never come out, which made my glad. Let it, and the hole, be a reminder of her betrayal for as long as we live here.

She lifted her head up when she heard me sit on the bed across from her. Her eyes were bloodshot and red from a lack of sleep, and, I suspect, from crying. She didn't say anything, just stared back at me, unblinking...Waiting.

"Anything to say?"

My question acted as a switch, turning her from cautiously docile to terrifyingly remorseful in the blink of an eye.

Tears and snot gushed out of her, "I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!...Sorry!...Sorry!...," she wailed, repeatedly, "I promise...I pra...Pra...Pra...Promise..." Her words fell into an indistinct series of choking cries and gut-wrenching wails.

In my former life, I would have been moved to forgiveness hearing her anguish, but that was the person that I was. I wasn't that kind of fool anymore.

"What good are your 'sorrys?' I've heard them before, millions of them, and they meant nothing to you; just like I meant nothing to you."

Her wailing continued anew, "No! I'm different now. I...I...I promise to...To never do that again! Please!"

I stared back at her, dispassionately. Her cheeks shined from the trail of tears flooding from her eyes. Snot and tears mingled thickly around her mouth and chin. She closed her eyes tightly against my stare, not daring to look at my indifference toward her. She began to shake violently as the crying fits took hold of her again.

"You have no idea how close I was in forgetting about you and the 'dickhead.' I was so close to completely trusting you again."

"I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"Stop saying that! You're not sorry! You never have been. Even after I found out about you and the 'dickhead,' you weren't sorry!

"Jesus, not only did you fuck my boss, but you fucked the one guy who was trying to destroy our lives...Yeah, that's right, our lives, you stupid bitch! What do you think happens to you when I lose my job, and that cocksucker blackballs me from getting another one? You think he would take you in? Give you a helping hand? No! He'd fuck you in the ass one last time before kicking you to the curb.

"You want to know why he would do that, because he could, because it would make that sick twisted soul of his happy to destroy another person and his family for no reason.

"And to think...You...Fucked...That! It was only by sheer luck I got the better of him.

"And what did I do after finding out? Did I run to the lawyers? Did I humiliate you in front of your friends and family? Did I stop loving you or hold back the love I have for you? I didn't do any of that. Instead, I started to forgive you. And I kept forgiving you and sharing with you. I let you back in my heart without reservation.

"I even let you fuck Cope, thinking...I don't know what...Thinking it would only be fair to you since we shared Gloria and Jackie, that you should explore your own fantasies...But explore them...With...Me! That was the key, although you were too stupid or too selfish to see it, what you want to do and what I want to do, we were to do together!

"Anyway, even though I had reservations, I let you sow your wild oats with Cope...And Jack. I gave you your fantasy of two guys hoping that it would quell your curiosity, quell the thing that drove you to the 'dickhead.' And it seemed to work. Things brightened for us after that night. Funny, but I really started down that long road toward trusting you after that night.

"Sure, it was a slow walk back, and you became frustrated with my slow pace, but at least I was moving in the right direction, toward you and toward forgiving...And more importantly for me, toward forgetting.

"Then we had our argument at the coffee shop, and I'm thinking that maybe I was being too harsh on you. Maybe I could do a better job of forgetting about it. And you know what, I did. Like the stupid, soft-headed, dumb fuck of a chump that I was, I thought I was being too hard on you, so I let go of all my anger, jealousy, and mistrust for you.

"Didn't you notice that those 'looks' were gone, the ones that reminded you of your guilt? Couldn't you tell that my snide little innuendos, as you called them that time...My little comments about your affair, never came up again?"

She nodded her head slowly. More tears gushed forward and she began wailing.

"Yeah, of course you did. But you didn't give a fuck! You saw that I had forgiven you, like the stupid asshole I was, and as thanks you went back to acting like the greedy, little cunt that you are. You pissed on me and our marriage, and for what?! Because I denied you pleasure?! When?!"

"I'm..."

"God damn it, don't you say it! Don't you dare say it! All it does is remind me of what a conniving, little twat you are."

She wailed in frustration, "What am I supposed to say? What can I do to show you I'm not that person anymore?"

I laughed at her statement about changing, and said, "You've changed? After one night sitting in a chair? I doubt it.

"But I've changed. Oh, you can't believe how I've changed, but it took more than one night. I changed when I realized it wasn't about you fucking someone else. The 'dickhead,' Cope, Jack, Barbara, they don't matter. What really mattered, what really hurt the most, was that you thought you were above it all, that you could continue to piss on me without fear of consequence. Well, that was my fault for being a stupid asshole and trusting you too soon. But that changes today."

She had stopped crying. Her face was a mess as the tears and snot began to dry, forming a flaky white film along her cheeks and around her mouth. I was moved—god help me, I was—for through that horrid mess, her beauty, and more importantly, her love for me, still shone. It was because of her love—and it was love, no mistake—that I was giving her one more chance.

Staring back at me with those misty eyes, there was a faint look of hope, because she saw the faintest glimmer of pity in my face.

"I asked just one thing from you, no more neighbors' kids, especially Barbara. But you couldn't even live up to that small demand."

"I couldn't help myself..."

I cut her off, and mockingly said, "Aw, you lost control. That's the excuse is it? The last refuge of an asshole, 'I couldn't help myself, I lost control.'

"I'll tell you about control, bitch; control is spending weeks in hell, purging myself of all my impulses and vomiting into waste cans for my trouble, all because of the pact I made with you. A pact, by the way, I thought you deserved to have, and one I felt obligated to keep. And what did my fucking promise get me? Two weeks in hell. All because that same...Fucking...Cunt of a wife I made promises to, refused to fuck me while she's fucking the neighbor's daughter!"

She was sobbing, again.

"You asked what you could do to show me you're not the cunt you once were. Are you still serious about that?"

Karen nodded her head vigorously, "Yes! Please...Oh please...Let me show you I've changed."

"You understand there will be no half measures. Once you've accepted my conditions, there's no stepping back."

Another vigorous head nod, causing bits of flaky, dried mucus to fall off her face and onto the floor.

"I mean it Karen. This is the last chance for us. If you disobey me even once, lie to me, refuse to perform even the tiniest of tasks I set for you, then I'm out of your life, forever."

Undaunted by my threat, she blurted, happily, "Yes, anything!"

I smiled at her, and leaning over, kissed her forehead. Her skin felt hot and moist against my lips.

"Alright, first I want you to take a shower and clean yourself. But, no touching yourself in that wonderful way that makes you purr. Never, ever, touch yourself again without my permission. I always want you fresh, and clean, and untarnished.

"After you shower, do your hair and put on makeup. Take as much time as you need. Make yourself as pretty as you can, and we'll see what follows."

********

Karen came out of the bathroom after about forty minutes, wearing a robe. She wasn't just pretty, she was stunning.

"I'm sorry it took so long," she apologized, meekly.

"You're lovely. It was well worth the wait."

She blushed, then fell into me and breathed deeply. She caught the heavy scent of Lisa and Barbara covering me. It excited her, as I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through her.

Gently pushing her back, I said "First things first."

Untying her robe, I let it slip off her and onto the floor.

Naturally, she took it as a sign that the punishment was to begin, and dropped to her knees.

Reaching toward my groin, Karen's eyes were filled with that same ravenous light I saw in Barb and Lisa's eyes last night.

I stopped her with a hand to her forehead, and said sternly, "No! No cock for you. It's for the other bitches that don't disobey me, but it's not for you. And no pussy, either. Not even your own. You're not to play with yourself until I say. Before you get anything, you'll have to prove to me you're a changed bitch. Is that understood?"

She nodded her head in answer and then tried to stand, but I pushed her back down with a hand to her shoulder.

"You're to stay down on your hands and knees whenever I'm with you! Is that understood?"

Looking down at the floor and nodded.

"Like I said, this isn't a game anymore. If you ever stand in my presence without my permission, I'm gone. I will happily leave you and seek comfort and a new life elsewhere. Is...THAT...understood?"




Beetlesmith's Ch. 16



Tears started flowing as she nodded in answer.

Even though she continued to cry, I could tell she thought the worst of my demands were over. It was then that I hit her right between the eyes with all my powers.

"You played with yourself in the shower, you fucking, selfish cunt."

She started to deny it, but when she saw the look in my eyes, she knew she couldn't.

"That's right; I can smell it on you! You used that sponge you like so much, and squatting in the hot spray of the shower, you worked it around until you came. Even after I warned you against touching yourself, you went ahead and did. I can see you're a lost cause..."

"No," she wailed, as she wrapped her arms around my legs, 'I'm..."

I slapped her hard across the cheek, and said with quiet malice, "Don't even attempt to say that phrase again...Ever."

I slapped her again from the other direction to make sure she heard me the first time. I added a third slap, just because mother did it that way—three good slaps followed by her reprimand. It always made us boys listen. It certainly made us learn.

Bright impressions of my hands, glowing red, erupted on both sides of her face. Stunned motionless, torrents of tears smeared her fresh mascara, causing dark lines to run down. Their color mingled with the already flushed, back-drop hue of her injured cheeks—crimson into black.

Karen wrapped her arms about her—seeking comfort from the only person in the room who would give it to her.

I spoke slowly and deliberately, "Are...You...Sorry...Now?"

Karen didn't speak, she didn't even move or flinch—she didn't dare.

"Look at me, bitch...Look at me! I said this isn't a game, and you're all in! I'm not going to tolerate your lies, your smug disobedience, or your slutty, cunty behavior anymore! Now...Think hard...Are you ready to listen to me?"

Between wrenching sobs, she was able to squeak out a 'yes.'

"Thanks to you, I learned a few things during my weeks in hell. It's ironic that now you will be the beneficiary of those lessons.

"You are never to dress. Whether I'm home or not, you will remain as naked as are now. If you need anything from the store, or we need groceries, you will call me and provide a list, and I'll pick them up."

Still sniffing back tears, Karen asked, "What...What if someone comes to the door?"

"I recommend you not answer it, or answer it as you are now. Either way, you are never to cover yourself, not even with a dish towel. The only thing I ever want to see you wearing is my diamond chain around your waist."

She started to whine, again, "What if Linda or Carol drop by...,"

"Jesus, you just won't listen..."

She opened her mouth to say those words again, the ones I've come to detest with the white hot, heat of a thousand suns, but she caught herself when she saw the look I gave. Closing her mouth, she folded her arms into her lap, dropped her eyes from my gaze, and started to cry again.

I waited until her crying jag was over before continuing, "Look at me! You are always to keep yourself clean and fresh, but no perfume. That lovely bath soap or your own natural scent will be sufficient.

"You are always to make yourself pretty and presentable. Your hair will always be done, and you will always wear makeup, but no jewelry except for my chain. You're not even to wear your wedding ring, so give it to me now."

"No, pl..." she cried, but before she could finish the second syllable, I slapped her hard again.

"If I have to slap you again, it's over. Now, give me your ring!"

It took some doing, but she eventually pulled her ring from her finger. When she handed it to me, I said, "You'll get it back when you've earned it, and not before. Is that understood?"

I waited for her to nod in response, then continued, "You will keep the house spotless, and my clothes washed. Don't bother with my suits; I'll take them to the cleaners when needed.

"You will always have a meal prepared when I come home from work. Even if I'm late, or even if I haven't eaten your dinners for several nights in a row, you will always have a nice dinner ready.

"Above all else, you are never to pleasure yourself. That's for me to do and me alone!

"Trust me; I will know if you play with yourself, just like I knew what you did just now in the shower with that pedicure massager."

She looked at me wide-eyed. It was something she'd never done before, never even talked or thought about doing before—using that slowly revolving tool of hers with the soft brush, making it dance all around her pussy as she fingered herself with the sponge—yet I knew.

"Like I said, this isn't a game anymore. If you violate any of the conditions I've set, our marriage is over. If I even catch a whiff that someone else has been in the house, like I did last night with Barbara, our marriage is over. If you leave the house without my permission, then don't bother coming back, our marriage will be over!

"I'm going to take a shower now. I expect that foul stench in the kitchen to be gone by the time I'm dressed."

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The dishwasher was humming nicely when I entered the kitchen. Karen was at the counter, just finishing the last detail by scrubbing out the sink. When she saw me, she dropped to her knees, and lowered her eyes.

"Come here."

When she started to get up to comply, I roared, "On your fucking knees, bitch!"

My anger startled her. She dropped quickly to the floor with a loud, abrupt cry, and stayed their shivering like a frightened animal.

I softened my voice, "I know the tile is hard. If you need to move about the kitchen when I'm here, you can stay in a squat and shuffle around on your feet."

She did as I said, moving quickly toward me in a squat-shuffle, and giggling happily like an idiot child that I spared her knees from the hard floor.

Kneeling at my side, she asked, meekly, "What time should I have dinner ready, Sir?"

'Sir,' that was a nice innovation by her. I hadn't requested any such formality in my conditions.

"I shouldn't be late. Let's have something light, maybe a salad with some fruit and yogurt. Do we have those things?"

She shook her head.

"What does that mean, we don't have those things or you don't know."

"I...I don't know, Sir."

"Then go look and see if I need to pick something up from the store."

She quickly shuffled over to the refrigerator.

"We have an apple and a nectarine, three oranges, and a whole bunch of grapes."

"That will be fine. Any yogurt?"

She nodded her head vigorously, pleased that we had plenty, and then added, "We only have a ranch dressing for the salad, Sir."

"That will be fine, unless you would like something else."

She hated ranch dressing about as much as I hated her little, 'I'm sorrys,' but she shook her head, anyway. She didn't dare put me out any further by asking for another kind of dressing.

She quickly returned to kneel at my side using that same squat-shuffle.

"Once you've cleaned up the kitchen, I want you to apologize to Lisa for your treatment of Barbara. You're to do this only over the phone. I don't want you seeing her, or anyone else. After you apologize to her, you are to give her permission to fuck me anytime she wants. Better still, you're to say you desire she continues to fuck me. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir," she answered, meekly, "But what if she won't talk to me?"

"A distinct possibility I'm afraid, given what you did, but keep trying anyway. If she still won't talk to you then I'll say something to her after work."

I kissed her lightly on the forehead and left her naked in the kitchen.

********

I know what some of you are thinking, that it was too quick. It was too easy for me to turn someone into a 'docile,'—into a 'slave,'—particularly an independent, head-strong 'someone' like my wife.

You would be correct, of course, if not for the power I had. It doesn't just affect the sexual realm, my powers work across the entire emotional spectrum, as well.

All I needed to do to help Karen see the wisdom of being more obedient, was push a few, sordid images into her mind: truthful images of her getting fucked over by everyone in the divorce, especially by her weasel-dick lawyer; pathetic images of her unable to find a job having a living wage, because she had no marketable skills; dismal images of the drafty, rat-infested, single-wide trailer, the one sandwiched between a meth lab and a crack house, and the only one she could afford on the shitty alimony I almost never paid; disgusting images of her sucking the puny dicks of fat, greasy, interstate truckers for the price of a cheeseburger; cruel images of her laid out at the morgue from overdose, just another dead, broken-down and toothless crack whore in a city full of them.

Moreover, I projected an all-encompassing feeling of dread and hopelessness with each image, making them more than just depressing illusions, but absolute inevitabilities in her mind if she didn't do what I demanded.

You see, it's easy to bend someone's will in any direction you wish—just give them a glimpse of hell.



Beetlesmith's Ch. 17



I would like to thank Bella Mariposa for her time in helping to edit this chapter. 

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I've never been into the discipline/bondage genre of sex games. I was always under the impression that to be a good disciplinarian was just a matter of unleashing your 'inner asshole.' I never liked being an asshole, so I wasn't into bondage/discipline—nothing much more to it than that. It's not that I looked down on coerced or forced sexual control; it's just that they never appealed to me.

Oh, I know there must be a bit more nuance to B and D than what I've just described, such as the psychological pressure one must exert over another in order to garner that willingness to be controlled. However, in the end, isn't that what control boils down to, being enough of a hard-ass—enough of an asshole—to willingly subjugate another and to keep them under your thumb?

Added to my innate indifference for the genre is the fact I never wanted a vassal, submissive or slave as a wife. I always viewed Karen as an equal partner in life; someone who, at times, I could lean on, as she could lean on me. Moreover, given Karen's headstrong nature, it was easy for us to achieve that balance in our marriage. She no more wanted to be a submissive, than I wanted to be a Dominant—sexually or otherwise. In this regard, we were well matched for each other.

All of that has changed. The elixir, and the events of the past few weeks, has converted me to a new way of thinking. I have become a newly born disciple in the art of control—if not out of want, at least out of necessity.

I had a real problem with Karen. If I couldn't teach her some restraint and control, and do it quickly, then things could get ugly with her newfound abilities. If I couldn't get her to rein in her darker nature, her interactions with others could very well get dangerous, if not deadly.

The only way I knew how to lessen the psychotic aftereffects of the elixir was obtaining and maintaining absolute control over her, over everything she did, over her whole life—just as I had done with myself during those weeks in hell. In this way, and with the help of my controlling influence, maybe she could learn how to control herself. So when the psychotic events do occur, bringing out her darker nature, she can better handle them and hopefully purge those dark thoughts before she actualized them with an innocent person.

********

That Friday at work—the day I left Karen naked and in the kitchen after giving her my ultimatums—was uneventful.

Candice called in sick, for obvious reasons given her behavior from the day before, and the post-quarterly meetings with Jack wouldn't happen until next week. It's just as well that I had little to do that day; the free time allowed me to consolidate my thoughts and construct a detailed plan on how to deal with Karen.

I implemented that plan the minute I got home that evening.

As expected, Karen greeted me at the door on her knees. She was naked, except for my chain, and dinner was already prepared and on the table.

I kissed her on the forehead for her obedience, while pushing calming and blissful feelings into her. Her face brightened and I felt her pulse jump to the warm glow of serenity that I caused in her.

When I sat down to dinner, I put her plate of food on the floor, and told her that she was not to sit at the table with me. I didn't go so far as to make her eat the food directly off the floor, as she had done to Barbara, but I did stress she was only to eat with her fingers.

We mostly ate in silence, except near the end of the meal when I asked about her day.

"Did you talk to Lisa?"

She nodded in answer.

"And did you apologize to her?"

She sniffed back a tear before answering, "Yes, Sir."

"And how did she react? What did she say?"

Between quiet sobs, she said, "She laughed at me. It was hateful."

"Well, you only have yourself to blame for her bad feelings," I said as gently but honestly as I could, "I'll talk with her in a few days. Let me see if I can mend the rift between you two. Would you like that?"

She smiled and nodded in answer.

"And what did she say when you gave her permission to keep seeing me?"

She hesitated in answering, tipping me off that something was wrong. Finally, she said matter-of-factly, "She didn't say anything about it."

"Nothing? Not a word? You tell another woman she can fuck your husband any time she wants, and she says nothing? Not even a 'thank you' or a 'no thank you?'"

She didn't respond, dropping her eyes to the floor in obvious shame.

"She didn't say anything because you didn't tell her. Isn't that right?"

Karen's lower lip began to quiver as tears streamed anew. A feeble, "Please, I couldn't...," was all she could squeak out under my scornful glare.

"Why couldn't you?"

"Because she laughed at me," she said, amid gut-wrenching sobs.

Standing above her, I slowly took off my belt, while saying disappointedly, "Only the first day and already you need to be punished. Get all the way down on your elbows and knees and grovel for mercy."

"No...please...don't," she wailed, "I promise, I'll call her and tell her..."

"Yes, I know you will. Now, get down and grovel at my feet and beg that I don't leave you."

She put her forehead all the way to the floor, while clutching hard at my feet with her outstretched hands. All she could do was wail.

"I said beg!" I roared.

She begged, wailed, and begged some more until her throat was hoarse and dry.

After I thought she groveled enough, I commanded, "Now raise your ass up...higher...plant your feet to the floor and lift that cheating ass straight into the air. No! Keep your fucking forehead on the floor and lift that ass!"

She labored mightily against the awkward position I put her into, with her head and feet flat on the floor, and ass in the air with her legs straight. The position caused the muscles all along her backside to tighten; so much so, I could see her legs wobble against the strain.

I kept her in that position until beads of sweat formed along her thighs from the strain in her legs, at which point I whipped her ass three times with my belt—three, forceful and deliberate strokes with the belt—just like mother would have done—and the three, long, red welts that erupted across her backside where a testament to the ferocity of my punishment.

Each time I brought the belt down, she screamed in terror and pain. The source of the pain was obvious, but the terror I inflicted was born from another place—fomented by the feelings of utter dread, despair and hopelessness I projected into her with my mind.

"Alright, I've punished you enough for now."

Karen collapsed to the floor, and weeping, she immediately curled into the fetal position.

Between sobs of pain and fear, she gingerly ran a finger along the welts, only to quickly pull it away as she winced at the lingering, searing pain.

"Now, call Lisa and beg her to keep fucking me."

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That's how things were for the next couple of weeks. I rewarded her good behavior with a gentle kiss or caress, and supplemented these affections with overwhelming feelings of bliss, calm and warmth. Conversely, bad behavior was met with the belt. More importantly, the physical punishment was augmented with those overriding, deep-seated feelings of utter dread, hopelessness, despair, and above all else, fear.

Reward the good, punish the bad. 'Dog morality' is what my old philosophy teacher sneeringly called it. Herr Schilpp would have disapproved of my methods, but I knew no better way given the limited time afforded me. I didn't have decades to play with; I only had weeks to attain some measure of control over her. Well, I always thought Schilpp was a monkey dick, anyway.

Throughout the days of reward and punishment, I kept Karen on a separate plane from me: me above, her below. When we were together, she always stayed on the floor. She ate on the floor, slept on the floor, and during those quiet times just before bed, when I read in my easy chair, she sat on the floor beside me watching television.

I wasn't always the stern, robotic disciplinarian, doling out either tranquility or torment, and I didn't treat her as she treated Barbara, as a dog. Rather, I saw my role as a stable master in charge of a fine thoroughbred—a beautiful, high-spirited animal that needed to be taught discipline, so that she could be ridden effortlessly and securely. I needed to break her spirit, to be sure, but not eradicate it completely. Once I had broken her down enough to achieve a level of control over her, only then could I begin to rebuilt her confidence and make her an equal partner in my life again.

Along these lines, and every few days or so, I would dote on her with a hot bath. I'd ready the tub and let her soak in it for a good thirty minutes to an hour. As she soaked, I would scrub her with a soapy sponge or exfoliate her feet, knees and elbows with a fine-grade emery brush or loofah. She would never lay back and lounge, though—probably fearing I would think that arrogant and haughty—thus, requiring of more punishment. Instead, she would always sit upright, silently watching me with her big blue eyes as I pampered her. After drying her, I would rub her down with a light mineral oil, or soothe the chaffed skin of her knees and elbows with her favorite lotion.

It all became a ritual for us; mostly because our preening sessions were really the only time I allowed myself any degree of intimate contact with her. As such, Karen looked on the baths and massages with greater anticipation and enthusiasm as the days passed.

Naturally, I denied her sex of any kind, and she became increasingly frustrated with me. She took out her frustration by toying with me in a loving manner; mostly by the demure way she held herself in the bath, with head tipped down and her eyes staring up at me in a show of innocence, all done while pushing her breasts out, accentuating their lush fullness and sensuousness, or by the cute way she would lift her hips off the floor in an inviting manner whenever I rubbed oil into the small of her back or buttocks. 

Much to her disappointment, I ignored all her enticements.

Moreover, I grew to love her more—if that's possible—because of her little enticements and disappointments. As such, I reached my own form of catharsis with her during these primping sessions; coming to the conclusion that I had made the right choice in staying with her, becoming a teacher, rather than abandoning her for good after her last betrayal.

Disappointed though she was my imposed celibacy, my strategy of 'dog morality,' coupled with my lavished, chaste attentions, was having a positive effect. For as the days passed, the punishments become fewer and farther between, and I was able to imbue her soul with greater and more deeply felt draughts of bliss, calm and serenity. Soon, she became happy in her role as submissive—almost joyful, really.

Unfortunately, all that I've just described, taught her but one type of control—command over her internal, selfish nature; however, it didn't go very far in teaching her the type of control she needed in order to combat those, more or less, external forces that were formed through our use of the elixir.

Lack of sex was having a deleterious effect on her, both physically and emotionally. She was experiencing the same agony I had suffered through. I used that hellish condition to great effect in teaching her the self-discipline she would need to fight those forces and ultimately, her inner darkness.

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At first, she didn't take my edicts to remain chaste very well or very seriously, and continued to masturbate when the sexual urges became too difficult for her to control.

I knew about these misbehaviors, and always told her in nauseating detail when, where and how she pleasured herself before putting her in that same, awkward position and whipping her with my belt.

The belt came out—fast and furious—during those first few days, and her backside, from the top of her buttocks to down past her thighs, was covered with an ugly assortment of red welts.

Eventually, she came to realize that I couldn't be fooled, and stopped her masturbatory misbehavior.

However, even though she had stopped masturbating, the natural ramping of her sexual arousal never stopped, and would gradually increase with each passing day until it became unbearable.

Worse for me than seeing the welts across her backside, was seeing her in these advanced states of sexual frenzy, because I knew the agony she was going through.

It was usually when Karen was nearing the height of sexual agony that I would schedule our preening sessions with a follow-up massage, and it was during the massage portion of these sessions when I would really put the screws to her, testing her endurance and control.

I found it easier to have her lie on our coffee table in the living room when I massaged her. Each time, as I worked the oil into her welts—making sure the excess collagen wouldn't find a home beneath them and leave a scar—I would push her even higher into sexual frenzy.

I could never get over feeling her arousal welling up deep within her groin, like a breached aquifer producing a spring, and filling her to near overflowing with sexual desire. It was exhilarating, but also a little terrifying, to feel that intense, sexual power growing within her, trying to force her to act on those burgeoning, erotic urges.

The begging would start when the power of the erotic sensations grew too strong.

"Please Sir, fuck me."

"No."

"Please Master! I need you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me. I need to come."

"I said no. You need to control these urges. What happens when I'm not here and the urges grab you? How long before you play with yourself against my wishes, or find someone else to fuck...Barbara again, or perhaps even Mark?"

"No! Please Master; I would never do that again. I love you!"

"Then prove it to me by controlling your cravings."

She whined, knowing I wasn't going to help her, and that's when the wriggling and writhing would start. They were a subtle shifting of her legs and body against the surface she laid on, done in order to garner enough stimulation to make herself come.

Each time she started her wriggling, I would spank her ass hard and roar, "Stop that! Now lie still and control yourself. If you can behave for just another hour, maybe I'll let you come."

With a great deal of effort, she did gain control as I felt her heightened state of arousal slacken. Unfortunately, the void left by her lessening arousal was quickly filled by that all too familiar, growing sense of nausea. 

"I'm feeling sick, again," she said, with a hint of panic in her voice.

"I know. It's happened to me a lot."

"Please make it stop."

"I can't, but you can. You need to push those dark, salacious thoughts out of your head."

"I can't..."

"Yes you can. Try for me."

She held on for quite a while, but eventually the nausea became too much for her, causing her to vomit.

When I first pushed her to these extremes, Karen couldn't get to the bathroom quick enough and caused a terrible mess. Now, I had a large bowl with me for those moments when the nausea overcomes her.

When she was done throwing up, I would lead her to the bathroom to clean her. Wiping a dampened cloth around her mouth, I could tell that the nausea and arousal had temporarily receded.

Kissing her sweetly on the forehead while pushing blissful feelings into her, I said, "You did well this time, sweetheart. You lasted nearly an hour, and I know how difficult it was for you. You're learning how to hold it off, to keep it back. You're leaning control."

She looked up at me with those large, blue eyes, and asked the same question she always asked at about this time, "What's happening to me?"

I always answered her the same way, "I'll tell you when you're ready."

"When will that be?"

"Soon...Now let's go back into the living room, and I'll finish working the oil into your welts."

For the first time since we started her training she became disagreeable, albeit mildly, "No, please Sir, no more tonight. I don't want to get sick again."

"Just a bit longer so those welts don't become permanent. And if you try real hard at keeping those naughty thoughts out of your head, I bet you won't get sick."

Of course, once I got her back on the coffee table, I purposely took a deliciously long time working my oily hands around her buttocks and thighs, while pushing more sordid thoughts into her mind. She did as good a job as she's ever done holding back her ever mounting sexual excitement, but again I put her at peak arousal.

Usually, I would continue massaging her until she vomited again. However, when she put forth a monumental effort in stemming the growing tide of arousal and nausea, as she was doing tonight, I would reward her.

Sensing the upwelling of sickness within her, I squirted another liberal amount of oil in my hand and gently massaged her vulva.

Immediately, her nausea receded, and her breathing intensified, punctuated by an occasional soft moan. I hadn't even parted the soft folds of her pussy to attend to its more sensitive parts, but already I could feel her arousal screaming rapidly to climax.

Breathlessly, she squeaked, "Oh, thank you Master. It feels so...so good."

"You've been a good girl tonight. Now, I don't want you coming too quickly."

"Oh no, I'll try not to, but please don't stop."

Kissing the nape of her neck, I gently commanded, "Get up on your knees, but keep your head down on the table."

All she needed was a gentle, teasing finger tracing along her inner labia to set her off.

The metaphorical water balloon burst, sending a heavy spray of fluid rushing down her legs and across the table top. When my finger finally touched her button, there was another gush of fluid, accompanied by repeated, violent spasms of her body. And when I gently rubbed an oily finger around her asshole—that technique she so loves to do to herself—she screamed abruptly before collapsing back onto her stomach. A fine trickle of ejaculate still continued to flow out of her pussy well after I removed my fingers.

Now you know why we do most of this on the coffee table, it's easier to clean than the carpet.

"Didn't I tell you not to come too quickly?"

"Yes Sir, but you're too good for me and to me."

"Appealing to my ego won't make me go easier on you. In fact, I find it insulting. Get your ass back into the air."

With only a small amount of protest, she assumed the punishment position, and I gave her five hard spanks with my hand.

"Now, go to your spot in the bedroom. I want you to be sleeping by the time I go to bed."

And that's how things would be between us for at least another week. Sometimes she did much better, and I'd reward her by getting her off with a vibrator. Other times she didn't do as well, and as such, spend much of those evenings throwing up in the bowl. However, in the end she did attain a level of control over herself—at least over her darker tendencies—that went beyond my initial expectations.

********

Punishing and training Karen weren't the only things on my plate.

Although I made Karen a celibate—at least temporarily—I held myself to no such restriction. Thus, I always slotted a little time to play with some of the other women I've come to know. Usually I'd alternate between Jackie and Cecilia, or hook up with Lisa. I saw Barbara on occasion, but never with her mother. I didn't feel right about the incestuous interlude I put them through—in fact, I feel like a real asshole for initiating the affair, and one I made sure never to repeat. Thinking back on it, I still can't figure out why I did it except to chalk it up to a bout of temporary insanity, triggered by my rage at Karen.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 17



As for my other fuck-mates, I even tried to call up Beth, the auburn-haired girl Karen and I played with from the coffee shop, but she either gave me a wrong number or I wrote it down wrong, because I could never contact her.

I wasn't going to call Denise. She was still on my shit list ever since she gave me the brush-off with that lame, hairdresser excuse. In fact, I hadn't talked to her since that time, and it had been nearly a month. I suspected she'll be calling me soon. Not sure why I felt that way, except to say that once I had resolved never to play the fool again, my lucky stars have turned back to their former courses—the world and the heavens above, favor me once again.

I didn't tell Karen about any of this, not out of any fear that she would, or could, do anything about it, just that I felt it better not to rub it in her face. There was punishment, and then there was cruelty, making my trysts more public to Karen would have been cruel.

So, I'd have the other ladies meet me at a motel near my home for a few hours every day after work. I'm sure Karen guessed at what was happening. I was always late for dinner, and when I did get home each night the unmistakable scent of my fuck bunnies lay heavy upon me. However, she never mentioned any of her suspicions to me. I think she was turned on a little by the knowledge that other women were pleasuring me. Every evening when she greeted me, she would get very close—particularly in the area of my groin—and take a great whiff of my scent. At which point, I would feel her adrenaline climb.

I guess if she couldn't fuck me directly, she could at least fuck me vicariously through other women.

I started my new routine with the other women that first Monday after my liberation from being a cosmic chump, making plans to meet Jackie and Cecilia at one of the no-tell motels after work. Before then, however, there were a few things I needed to finish.

I always hated loose ends. Their existence implied a muddled life.

One of those loose ends was Candice, who turned out to be instrumental in putting me through those weeks of agony by playing the saucy tease. There were also a couple of junior executive assholes I wanted to touch base with. I can still hear their humiliatingly snotty comments when I was throwing up in Candice's wastebasket.

I got to the office early to set my plans in motion. Unfortunately, even before I had a chance to see Candice, Jack came into my office and threw my shitty report down on my desk—oh well, the best laid plans...

"Jesus, Will, what the hell is that pile of crap you turned in? I'm seriously reconsidering my decision putting you charge of this division. Were you drunk when you wrote this steaming pile?"

I answered with mock sheepishness, "Sorry about this Jack. And no I wasn't drunk, I was sick. I was throwing up into waste cans all day while trying to write the freaking thing. Just ask anyone."

Jack heard the truth in my voice, and eased up on his 'Big Boss Man' persona, "Well, next time you're sick just go home. Christ, I would have given you an extension. No problem. Besides, I don't need the numbers until Wednesday when I meet with the Board."

"Like I said, sorry. I felt I needed to get something to you and on time, seeing this was my first quarterly since taking over for the dick...for Kendall. My crap writing aside, the numbers looked pretty good. Did you see?"

A large grin erupted across his face, followed by his characteristic guffaw, "They're not just pretty good, they're fucking pretty great! You're a fucking miracle worker."

I slipped back into mock humility mode, "Well, at least you liked the message, if not the delivery. Thanks for that, but I wouldn't say they were that good. I stopped the bleeding at least. A lot of credit goes to my team. Contrary to what Kendall may have said to you about them, they're all good people. I just made a few personnel changes, and put the right people into the correct slots. They were just put on the wrong accounts relative to their strengths and weaknesses."

"Well, keep it up, and next time, just go home when you're sick."

He turned to leave, but I called him back, "Jack, as long as you're here, Karen and I are planning another party..."

I didn't get all the words out before he started asking questions in rapid fire, sounding like a kid being asked what he wanted for Christmas, "When...What time...Who else will be there, Jackie?...How many babes besides Karen?...Can I bring someone? I got this hot blonde number I met at Skardell's over drinks, she'd be choice...And there's this..."

I cut him off before he got too deep into his roster of fantasy fuck-mates, "In two weeks, the Saturday after this one coming up. I haven't firmed up any details yet, but I'm guessing there's going to be close to twenty guests..."

"Twenty! Oh-ho, Nelly, you are planning a party. How many beauties do you want me to bring?"

"How about one more beauty besides Denise, I've got a lot of friends and neighbors I want to include..."

"Denise!" he blurted. I could tell Denise wasn't on his short list of fuck bunnies, and was disappointed I would waste a coveted party slot inviting her.

I'm still trying to figure out why they stay married.

He thought a moment more, then grinned, "She really impressed you at the party, eh Will? I bet it was that blow job, you dog."

Actually, the ass-raping she did to you with that strap-on was what really impressed me, you arrogant fuck.

I tried to look embarrassed, with an 'Aw sucks, you got me' grin, "Well, I didn't want to be too obvious. Particularly with the boss', you know..."

He waved a hand, a polite sign that I should dismiss that thought outright, and said before leaving, "Okay, go ahead and invite Denise, just as long as Karen's there to give me her special 'treatment' again. Clue me in about the specifics of the party when your plans firm up."

Karen!? You lecherous old fuck, don't even think about my wife. Oh, you'll get that 'special treatment' alright. I'll have Denise do you with the strap-on, and anyone else who wants a turn. Then, maybe I'll see you take Mark up the dirt chute, as well.

Yes, among all the others I'll be inviting, I decided to invite Cope, as well. I figure I owed it to him given how I treated him last time. He'll probably spit in my face at the invite, but I'll try nonetheless. I wanted to settle all debts and even all scores with this party...

Speaking of which, don't forget there are still a few scores to settle at the office today.

As I walked out into the main office area, I noticed that Candice was back at work and at her desk. I also noticed she was back to her old, frumpy self, wearing those loud, loose-fitting blouses with the god-awful gaucho pants.

Seems everything has returned to normal after my two-week venture through hell. I've my powers back and stronger than ever, and those former prudes who were temporarily vamping the slut the last two weeks—Candice, of course, but I suspect some others here in the office—where back to being prudes.

Candice gave me a quick, embarrassed look before returning to the computer screen.

I could read that look like it was flashing in twenty-foot high, neon letters. She was hoping to get through this first day back at work without having me say anything to her.

There's no chance of that happening, my little chubby slut. We're going to have a nice, long, one-on-one and cock-to-face talk, but it will have to be a little later. There are two, junior executive a-holes I want to deal with, first

I spotted them across the room, talking with each other on the other side of the central secretarial partitions. I slowly made my way over to them. They were giving me sideways glances as they continued talking to each other.

Go ahead, keep talking about me, you snotty fucks. Paybacks are really a bitch!

Just when I got into earshot, the taller, snottier looking of the two, said to me, "Mr. Henry, what brings you over here and into the slums? Hey, sorry about last week, are you feeling better? You must be...Stupid question...Since the quarterlies are in."

The shorter, stupider of the two couldn't keep his smarmy face from snickering at his friends back-handed insult to me.

I passed their insults off, and offering my hand, saying, "Yeah, I've been spending much of this morning making amends to everyone about that. I hope you can forgive, and definitely forget, what happened."

They both shook my hand—a 'fatal' error on their part. The taller one even had the gall to offer his sympathies again, as if I needed to hear another round of his insincere condolences.

I'm still not sure why I did what I did. They were just a couple of insignificant nobodies...

Wrong Henry! Wrong! They were a couple of snotty, insignificant nobodies, and we can't let shitty little, arrogant punks get away with their disrespect, no matter how insignificant.

I went back to my office and waited.

It wasn't long before I heard all hell break loose in the outer office. One of the secretaries came running out of the ladies room, screaming. Her scream brought the whole secretarial staff rushing to the ladies room, and then they all started screaming.

"You degenerate, freaking low-lifes, get the hell out of there!" I heard one of the secretaries yell.

"Somebody call security!" yelled another.

Clothes in hand, the two junior assholes, each naked and sporting a tremendous hard-on, were chased out of the ladies room by a couple of the more indignant and adventurous staff. Then all the secretaries began hounding the two executives through the office like irate villagers chasing Frankenstein's monster. All that was missing were the pitchforks and torches.

The two assholes ducked into their respective offices to avoid the inevitable 'tar and feathering.' Even when the two slammed and locked their office doors against the angry mob, the ladies continued pounding on their doors and screaming for their metaphorical heads—or in case, for their testicles.

Before security could arrive, the women had chased to two junior executives out of the building. It wasn't long after that word came down from up high, and security set about packing the two executive's personal belongings and clearing out their offices. 

I was sitting behind my desk when Candice made the error of venturing into my office, having finally pulled herself away from the spectacle.

See Henry, everything is falling into place. Now it's time we settled that other score.

Candice blurted out, "Oh my god, Mr. Henry, did you see what just happened?"

"No Candice," I answered, blandly, "I just heard a lot of commotion. What happened?"

"Debbie just caught that Parker and Justin guy doing each other right on the floor in the middle of little girl's room. Can you believe that? They were...you know...doing gay stuff in our bathroom. I didn't even think they were gay..."

They weren't, at least not until a few minutes ago.

Parker and Justin—at least now you know who you got fired.

I cut her off by saying, "It's a sad thing when people can't control their sexual appetites, particularly in public. Don't you think, Candice?"

She didn't answer at first, staring at me blankly as her mouth soundlessly moved up and down. She looked like a netted tuna on a troller deck, gasping for oxygen.

I got up and closed the office door while Candice continued stammering and trying to come up with something to say. When I sat back down, she finally blurted out, "I'm really sorry about my behavior last..."

"Really? You were sorry about feeling me up in front of everyone?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Mr. Henry, please forgive..."

"Forgive what, Candice? Forgive this god-awful, frumpy get-up you're wearing? I don't think I can. What happened to those tight-fitting sweaters and skirts you've been wearing?"

"After...After what happened with you, Mrs. Croynski told me I needed to dress more modestly..."

Beatrice the crone, again, we'll have to do something about her. Can't have officious meddlers spoiling our fun!

"Is that why you changed your attire, because of Beatrice?"

She stammered, "I...Well...No...I..."

I cut off her gibberish, "I've been so disappointed with you lately. First, you play the tease, getting me interested in you with your slutty outfits. Only now it looks like you're backing out at the last minute..."

"Mr. Henry, I'm sorry I..."

"Don't interrupt me again! Jesus, what is it with all you slutty bitches telling me you're sorry all the time? You bitches think you can just do whatever crap you want, and you don't care. At least until you get caught, then you think you can wave the wrong away with a feeble, 'I'm sorry.' Well, it doesn't work..."

"Please Mr..."

"Goddamn it, didn't I just tell you not to interrupt me!"

She stared at me with wide-eyed fear, and just nodded her head.

"Now, fucking with my head by the way you were dressing, or feeling me up in front of the office wasn't the worst thing you've done lately. No, the worst thing was you lied to me."

She was almost in tears, "When?! I've never lied to..."

"We sat in here on my first day, and I point-blank asked you what was your relationship with that monkey dick, Kendall, and you said there was nothing going on. Now, I'm hearing rumors that you and he were intimate."

"I didn't lie about that, you asked what my professional relationship was..."

Which was true, but I was having too much fun tormenting her to admit it.

"The hell I did. I asked about all manners of your relationship."

"No, No, you specifically asked what my working relationship was..."

"I don't remember it that way. See, you're just lying again to cover up a former lie."

Tears were running down her cheeks now, but she got indignant, "No, I'm not lying. Besides, even if it were true, I don't see where any of that would be your business."

What a condescending, pretentious, chubby, little cunt!

"It is my business when you're fucking him at work, or didn't Beatrice go over the ground rules on interoffice shenanigans when you were hired."

"What?"

"Don't play 'Little Miss Innocent' with me. You paid him to fuck you, right there on that couch. You like it from behind, and you really liked it when he insulted the shit out of you. It really gets you wet, and makes you feel like a horny, little, dirty girl, doesn't it?"

She didn't answer, but just stood motionless in front of my desk, dumbfounded that I could know so much about her personal behavior.

The fever gripped me.

Do it, Henry! In two seconds the chubby, little cunt will be begging you to fuck all her dripping holes.

As quick as a cobra strike, I shot out of my chair and took a firm hold of her hair at the top of her head.

Candice grabbed at my arm, and offered a feeble cry that no one would hear.

I sat back down, pulling her with me until she laid flat across my desk, her head and tits hanging over the edge. With my free hand, I unzipped my fly and pulled my semi-hard cock out of my pants.

"You asked last week if you could be my lucky girl," I said, laughingly as I stroked myself to full hardness, "Well bitch, open wide, because this is your lucky day."

She tried to pull away as I pulled her into to my groin. Her resistance didn't last long. The second she tasted me on her lips, she gave a heavy sigh, and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

The fever had gripped her as well.

She was an okay cocksucker, not nearly as good as I had imagined her from my visions, although what she lacked in technique she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Her lackluster performance wasn't her fault, really. Like most of the women in my life, Candice was having trouble opening her mouth wide enough to accept me—eyes too big for their stomach, pun intended. As such, this led to a lot of teeth scraping, jaw clenching, and choking when I rocked too far into her.

That was one he few drawbacks to having a big cock now—besides finding my drawers didn't have enough room in the crotch—I just couldn't get that all-encompassing, swallow that cock whole, bitch, sloppy blowjob anymore. I don't think it was my length as much as my girth. Women just couldn't open their mouths wide enough to avoid teething me.

Still having a good hold of her hair, I pulled her head back off me. Looking directly into her eyes, I said, "I admire your exuberance. I can tell you really like the taste of my cock, but you're going to have to be more careful with your teeth."

"I'm sorry, but you're too big for me."

"Bullshit, I've known girls half your size take my cock down to my nuts. You're just not trying."

Before she could protest, I quickly pulled her toward me, and rocked my cock far into her mouth. She started to choke, and copious amounts of her saliva flowed around and down my shaft.

"That's right, drool on that fat head," I encouraged her, as I rocked the chair faster, "The more saliva you put on my stick, the easier it will be to slide it down your throat."

I continued forcing myself deeper inside. Still more choking and teeth scraping.

I roughly pulled her back off me, making her wince at the pain from yanking on her hair, "Look, if you can't, at least, suck on my cockhead without me feeling your teeth, then we might as well forget it."

"No...," she tried to protest again, but I quickly threw her down on my cock before she could finish.

This time, I eased into her. She did better with a slower advance. There was less choking as I pushed in a little less than a fourth of the way, but she was still scraping my cockhead too much with her molars.

I pulled her head back off me. Long strings of saliva hung off her chin as she waited for me with her mouth open. I shook my head, while saying, "Nope, this just won't do, Peaches..."

A shocked look crossed he face, "Peaches? How did you know that was my family nickname?"

"Is it? Lucky guess, I guess. You look like a Peaches," I smiled over at her, while rocking myself back into her mouth. 

She sucked on me a little better this time since I didn't push in very far—just enough to push the head past her lips I could tell she was really getting into it now, making cute little moans and 'yummy' sounds whenever she worked her tongue around my cockhead.

Now that she had a little room to move, tonguing was something she was very good at. She always putting enough pressure on that bulbous gland and along different spots to make it expand further in her mouth—getting it all red and purple with excitement as copious amounts of salty pre-ejaculate flowed freely onto her lips—yet not too much flicking for too long in one spot, where my cockhead could get oversensitive or even numb.

Besides poking at her mouth, I continued to poke her about her nickname, "What's round as an apple, sweet as a pear, has a slit down the middle and is covered with hair? Peaches!"

She pushed back hard while spitting me out of her mouth. This time, her shocked look turned to fear, "My daddy...My father always said that to me. How do you know these things?"

Standing up, I said, matter-of-factly, "I know a lot about you, Peaches."

She tried to get off the desk, but I held her down with a hand. Deftly, I slipped my other hand under her panties.

Sliding two fingers into her wet pussy, I said, "Like I know you have a low opinion of yourself, and you get off having men treat you that way. You have the perfect tits for fucking, and guys often beg you for a tit job, but you'd rather suck the guy off, instead. You like to swallow, but only if the guy makes you come first. You use it as a reward for the fellow if he's done a real good job on you. I know you don't like to fuck face-to-face, preferring it doggy style, hard and fast and kind of rough, a little slap here, a hard spank there. And you can almost come just by having a guy call you a chubby whore, or if he makes really snide comments about your big ass you want him to fuck. It makes you feel cheap and dirty, and gets you oh, so wet."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 17



She had been struggling through all this, but as I continued to tick off each of her likes and dislikes, she gradually stopped resisting and went limp against my hand.

As I continued to finger fuck her, I pressed a slickened thumb to her asshole, and said, "And I know you only like it in the ass when you're really hot, and only with a guy you know well. How well do you know me Peaches? Well enough to want me up the ass?"

She closed her eyes to the erotic bliss my fingers were instilling, and only shook her head in answer.

"Well we can change that. Would you like to know me better?"

She slowly nodded her head.

"Well, I like everything, Peaches. So let's go from there."

By this time she was so very close to coming. I could feel her arousal boiling just below the surface. Just a few more strokes with my fingers would set her off.

I stopped my finger play. Candice whined loudly in disappointment.

Standing in front of her again, I said, "You have your particular tastes and so do I. One of them is that I don't let bitches coming unless they do a better job at sucking my cock. Now, open your mouth wide...Wider!"

I slid in quickly, making her gag, but I didn't advance myself further until she fought off the reflex. I pushed in a little further, reinitiating her gag reflex. Coughing a large amount of saliva around my cock, it dripped thickly off her chin before it fell to the floor. She tried to back away as she continued to cough, but I grabbed her on either side of her head, just around her ears, and held her steady.

"Part of your problem is you're trying to suck. Don't suck when a guy is throating you, especially me. I'm too big for that. Just relax your jaw, open your mouth wide, and let me slide it in."

I pulled her closer to me by the hair, inching in further. When she stopped gagging this time, I began slowly pumping.

"That's it, baby, you got it. See how easy it is when you relax and let the guy fuck your mouth?"

It was right at that moment, when I had Candice's head tightly gripped between my two hands, sliding my cock as far down her throat as I dare go, that there was a sharp rap at my door.

For some inexplicable reason, instead of staying quiet, I answered, "I'm busy...," but before I could finish telling whoever it was to fuck off, the door burst open.

Beatrice Croynski—Beatrice the crone—stopped dead in her tracks. With her gaunt form frozen in the doorway, mouth agape, eyes bulging out of her head in shock—she looked every bit like a mercat, surprised by a hungry jackal.

I should have guessed she would be making a call on me sometime today, given what had happened earlier with Parker and Justin. As the top executive on the floor since taking over for Kendall, she would have had to come to me with her complaints about the junior executives, whether she talk with Jack first, or not. I kicked myself for being so careless with the door lock. 

Seconds were ticking by and Beatrice had yet to say something, or even move. It would only be a matter of time before the rest of the staff looked past Beatrice and see me face-fucking Candice.

"Goddamn it, Beatrice," I said quietly, but forcefully, "You can come in and help me get this slut off, or take your bony ass out of here; either way, close the fucking door!"

Without saying anything, she quickly and quietly backed away, closing the door behind her.

On hearing Beatrice's name, Candice began choking on my cock out of shock and fear, and quickly backed away from me.

Well, you can kiss that blowjob goodbye, Henry.

She literally stood in the middle of the office, shivering.

After zipping myself up, I went over and wrapped my arms around her, hoping to comfort her.

When we touched, I understood why she was shivering. Two, diametrically opposed thoughts rattled around in her head, like two marbles ricocheting off a washing machine tub set on spin. On one hand, she desired to continue with what we started and taking things further by moving over to the couch. On the other hand, she feared for Beatrice's reprisals and for her job. On the other, although the damage may already be done, it would be better if she stopped and resume her post at her desk. Her shivering was just the physical manifestation of those two warring desires.

Finally, in a fit of rationalization that exceeded the talents of even the most incorrigible sophist, she said, "Maybe she didn't recognize me. I mean, my back was to her, so she really couldn't see my face. Who's to say who was in here with you? If it comes up, you could tell her it was your wife."

I joked, "Oh, I'm sure she thought you were my wife. Except for your flaming red hair, huge tits, and that beautifully pear-shaped ass of yours, you and Karen could be twins. Isn't denial the first stage of grief?"

Realizing the stupidity of her last statement, she started hitting the other four stages in rapid succession, "Shit! Why does this always happen to me? Every time I drop my guard I get fucked, first with Kendall and now you. That bitch is going to fire me, I know it. You will give me a good recommendation, won't you?"

"No one's going to fire you."

"Yes she is. You don't know her. She fired someone last year just because she was making personal phone calls on company time. What do you think she's going to do to someone caught blowing the boss at the office?"

"Trust me. I won't let it come to that. Now, I want you to pull your pants up, take a big girl pill, and take the rest of the day off."

"What if she..."

"Just do what I say. By the end of the day I'll have any problems squared away."

"Even if I'm not fired, she's still going to make life hell for me at the office..."

I kissed her deeply before she could go on, and pushed those feelings of bliss and tranquility into her.

I think I pushed a little too hard, because her fears were quickly replaced by those overriding feelings of arousal, even more intense than before. The smoky allure of unabashed sex flooded her mind. A mischievous gleam sparked from her eyes as she put her hand on my crotch. 

Then, with the unmistakable tenor of little girl disappointment in her voice, she said, "Oh no fair, you put him away. Peaches so much wanted him to fill me with his yummy, hot cum."

Her little mock disappointment made me laugh. Taking her hand from my crotch, I kissed it, then her lips, before commanding, "Do as I say. It's best we don't do this at the office, anyway." On the back of one of my business cards, I wrote the address of the motel I was meeting Jackie and Cecilia later. Handing it to her, I continued, "I'm meeting a couple of friends there after work, why don't you stop by. I'm sure they'll love to meet you."

She didn't say anything, but I could tell she had qualms about doing group stuff, and even bigger qualms about what I might do if she declined my offer.

"No strings, Candice," I said, reassuringly, "Come by the motel or not, it's your choice. And whatever you decide, I'll see you tomorrow for work."

I didn't know whether she'd show up or not. I knew my mental abilities were getting acute, but I wasn't sure how long my commands would last throughout the day without me being in direct contact with the prey. This was going to be a good test of my powers, and either way, whether she showed or not, the invitation was flattering to her.

Just doing our part to bolster office morale.

********

It was the end of the workday, and most of the office executives and staff had left.

Given what had occurred earlier with Beatrice, I decided to hang around a bit and wait for that inevitable phone call or visit from Jack. I didn't think he was actually going to do anything drastic, but I was sure he would mention something about being more discreet with office affairs.

It was close to five-thirty and still no Jack. I started to pack my briefcase, thinking he either ignored Beatrice's complaint and wasn't going to bother me with the lecture, or was saving his perfunctory diatribe about my behavior for tomorrow. Either way, I felt I waited around long enough. I wanted to get over to the motel to meet Jackie, Cecilia, and hopefully Candice before they thought I blew them off.

I just about had things packed, when there was a hard rap at my office door.

Shit, too late.

"Come in, Jack."

I was still putting papers in my briefcase when I heard her voice, "No, not Mr. Avery."

Looking up, she was standing in the doorway in exactly the same manner as she had earlier, and still with that same, 'cat that swallowed the sour mouse,' look on her face.

"Ms. Croynski, what a pleasant surprise. I was expecting someone of higher authority to lay down the law for me."

"If you're implying I would rat you out to Mr. Avery, then you don't know me half as well as you think. I can handle my own problems."

Now that is a surprise.

"Really? What about that Tanner fellow? You had Jack fire him quick enough."

"That was different. He made unwanted advances on one of my girls. Whatever was going on in here earlier didn't look unwanted."

"Okay, so what can I do for you?"

"I did not appreciate the tone of voice you took with me earlier, nor do I condone your behavior with my gir...with my staff."

"You have every right to be angry, and I apologize on both those counts, Ms. Croynski. I can assure you, neither will happen again."

I thought my overt humility might appease her, but she continued to take a hard tack, "Mr. Henry, I have no say in what you senior executives do, but I will demand that you refrain from doing whatever it is you do with my secretarial staff at the office. It's not just the fraternization, although I would expect better from you as a married man, but it's also the ill feelings that would spread throughout the office staff if word of this would get out. And believe me, these types of things always become public..."

'Expect better from a married man'...'These things always become public'...Why you snotty, condescending, old bitch, was that a veiled threat you just made?

I interrupted her diatribe, "Ms. Croynski, I've always held you in the highest regard, but you had better clarify that last statement."

She either ignored my ire, or didn't recognize it, because she continued without missing a beat, "The feelings of unfair privilege and...how should I say it? And sexual nepotism granted to a few because they're sleeping with the boss, will only destroy office morale. If word of this got out, pretty soon half the secretaries will be banging the executives for raises and promotions, and the other half that wouldn't degrade themselves by sleeping around, would just stop working hard because what would be the point."

Banging the executives?

I was taken aback and more than little amused by her coarse language. She was right, I didn't know her as well as I thought.

I couldn't help but smile, and said, "You're mistaken if you believe what happened earlier was cash for gash."

"This isn't funny, Mr. Henry. What else am I supposed to think? I know about the raise you gave her."

"Now hold on a second. I gave her that raise on the first day I took over this department, because Kendall was grossly underpaying her, and you know that! I just brought her up to the same scale as every other office manager in the company. That was all."

She lowered her eyes to the floor in a show of humility at having been caught propagating a lie.

"Now, what you saw today was completely spontaneous, and had nothing to do with influencing office policy, politics, or garnering favoritism from me. And I can assure you, it won't happen again at the office."

"All right, Mr. Henry, if you say so. I was going to fire Miss Brody, but if what you say is true, I don't have to do anything so drastic. May I ask, are you going to...," she almost choked on the words, and continued in a more genteel direction, "Are you going to continue seeing her...Outside the office, then?"

"That's none of your business."

"Fair enough, Mr. Henry, but the logistics of the secretarial pool is. I think it best if you had a different office manager. I'll have Miss Brody transferred to a different department. Mrs. Stratford can take over here."

Goddamn this pedantic, officious bitch!

It would've been easier for me to agree to her demands. However, what Beatrice Croynski was demanding wasn't fair and it wasn't right, not to me and certainly not to Candice. As such, I felt obligated to stay as long as it took to straighten the old bitch out.

Holding my anger in check, I tried reasoning with her, "I think a sideways promotion for Candice is also pretty drastic. I don't see the need to have her transferred out..."

"I'm just trying to make sure that appearances remain professional on our floor. That, and making sure the other staff doesn't see your favoritism for your office manager; and it will become evident in time. You can't hide something like this for long. I don't need the added headache of a mutinous staff when they realize Miss Brody..."

"Is that all you're trying to do, 'keep up appearances?' Aren't you really just punishing the young woman for an error in moral judgment? An error I'm just as guilty of, if not more so?"

"No, Mr. Henry, I'm only thinking about the future morale of my staff," I must have given her a look that she perceived as disbelief, because she continued more forcefully, "Mr. Henry, please don't question my authority in this matter."

"I'm not questioning your authority, only your judgment."

"You think I'm being too harsh on Miss Brody?"

"I think you should trust me, and give her a second chance."

She stared at me for a long moment with only slightly subdued suspicion. Finally, she dropped the sourpuss look, and said, "Alright Mr. Henry, you, among all the other executives, have always treated me kindly and with a great deal of respect. I'll look the other way for now and allow Miss Brody to stay at her present station. But please, don't make a fool out of me and continue to flaunt your behavior at the office; and please, whatever you do, don't let the other staff find out."

I smiled, "Thank you, Ms. Croynski. And a word of advice: the next time you knock, wait for an answer before barging in. It will keep other embarrassments like the one earlier from happening."

Then, she did something totally out of character. She giggled.

"What's so funny?"

She giggled again, while saying, "Nothing, Mr. Henry."

"Okay, now you have to tell me."

"No I can't, Mr. Henry."

"Come on, Ms. Croynski, you would have to agree that after today, there are few secrets and even fewer surprises remaining between us."

She blushed before answering, "I just remembered the look on your face when I opened the door to your office..." She couldn't finish her thought. Instead, she broke out in unrestrained laughter.

I watched in amusement. With her hand politely covering her mouth, she continued to laugh wildly, and even though her mirth came at my expense, I didn't mind. I couldn't help but like her.

As her laughter died down, I said, "You are just full of surprises Ms. Croynski. You're not the hardened bi..." I stopped myself from going further, not wanting to ruin the good mood that had just been garnered between us.

"Bitch? Is that what you were going to say Mr. Henry?"

I nodded my head, reluctantly, "Yes, and please forgive my coarseness. I'm coming to realize you're not the hardened person everyone takes you for."

She was about to say something, but thought better of it. Instead, she lowered her eyes to the floor while crossing her arms in front of her. It was her typical defense posture, used, I suspect, to keep her from revealing too much of herself. It also had the effect of stifling the dialogue that almost caused her to slip up by revealing something of herself in the first place.

After staring at the floor for some time, she finally said, "Well, good night, Mr. Henry," and then turned to go.

I should have just taken my small victory and let her leave, but something about her and our whole conversation was nagging at me.

"Beatrice, before you go, there's a question that's always bothered me, and that maybe you can answer." My informality at using her first name put her off guard for a moment, and I continued before she could object to it, "I see it a lot, mostly in women such as yourself, highly intelligent and accomplished women who are at the top of their profession, but who, for some inexplicable reason, go out of their way to make themselves as unattractive as possible. It's as if you feel people won't take you seriously, or see your intelligence if you dress attractively."

"What do you mean?"

"That people still don't see your intelligence, or your accomplishments, or respect you the way you think they should. They still don't respect you for the consummate professional that you are. As you said earlier, I am one of the few in the company that does respect you for the work you do around here. In fact, I have to believe that if you had just a few more years of business schooling, you would be a top flight executive in your own right. But most people don't see that. They just see this dull, rigidly bureaucratic, crabby-bag of a woman, who probably got and keeps her position only because management couldn't find another person stubborn, mean and joyless enough to do it."

She couldn't hide the hurt she felt, "I...I can't help how people think of me. Isn't it enough for them that I do a good job?"

"No, not really," I said under my breath. "Maybe it was that way when we were just entering the business, but not anymore." Before she could answer or react, I slid her glasses off, "First, may I?"

I held them folded in my hand as I studied her face.

Her eyes were watery, and she sniffed back a tear. I still couldn't believe how powerfully my words affected her.

"I'm sorry I was so blunt with you, Beatrice. My intention wasn't to make you feel bad. Unlike most people, I have the deepest regard for you, but I can see past that stoic, outer shell of yours. I can see past the persona you try to project to the rest of the world. And I can see the softer woman you try to hide underneath."

"Please, Mr. Henry, may I have my glasses back."

I asked rhetorically, "About these glasses, Beatrice, are they some heirloom handed down from your great-grandmother that you're forced to wear out of family honor? These things went out of style with the Nixon Administration, if they ever were in style to begin with."

"I don't really care about style..."

"That's obvious, but their shape is totally wrong for your face."

"What do you mean?"

I ran my hands down from her temples to her jaw line and chin, outlining the shape of her face, while saying, "You have a very feminine, triangular-shaped face, and it looks odd having these hideously inverted triangular, cats-eye glasses on a triangular face; it's all too geometric. It makes you look like some weird, Picasso nightmare. You know what would look good on you, those new, frameless eyeglasses."

"I've seen those. They are smart looking," she said, excitedly. She paused for a moment and stared at me intensely, before asking, "Do you really think I have feminine features?"

Only if you consider a lamp post in anyway feminine.

"Of course. You're not a man, are you? You see, Beatrice, I tend to notice those little things about people, whether they're girls or boys."

She laughed at my small joke before clarifying herself, "It's just that I've been told I don't have the facial features and curviness of a woman."

Whoever told you that was dead on accurate. You have all the soft, womanly curviness of a straight razor. Popeye's girlfriend, Olive Oyl, is more voluptuous, and probably not nearly as high maintenance.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 17



"That's because you seem determined to hide these features. We're going to change that. Now, second on the list after these glasses...This beehive has got to go."

I reached over and pulled out as many hair pins and bobby pins I could find. With the support girders removed, the matronly, bullet-shaped mound of hair collapsed into a billowing mane of curls, draping across her shoulders and face.

I was shocked. Other than a few streaks of gray that could easily be covered up, her hair was silken, long and flowing. Actually, it was her best feature next to her legs.

Running my fingers through her hair, I pushed most of it back and off her face, while commenting, "You really have soft hair. You just need to trim it a bit, maybe shoulder length or a bit shorter. You have a high forehead, must be all that gray matter of yours. So, give yourself some bangs. They'll redirect everyone's focus back to your eyes, instead of toward the top of your head. I can tell you spend a lot of time brushing it out and caring for it. Why do you wear it up the way you do? I would think you'd want to show it off."

My intensions in all of this were not to sexualize her. I just wanted to lavish a little bit of attention on her so that she'd lighten-up for a change. Maybe if I made her feel more like a woman, albeit briefly, she'd at least stop being the officious bureaucrat other times. Maybe over time, and with enough positive attention, she'd strike a gentler attitude and persona to others. And maybe, just maybe, the staff wouldn't feel they had to walk on egg shells around her.

As such, I did not try to influence her emotions or increase her arousal in any way with my mind. However, I felt something within her as I stroked her hair back. There was sensual warmth. It was a feeble ember, barely warming her groin, and a single, small misstep on my part or a sudden bout of conscious on hers, would extinguish it, but it was there, deep inside her—and it was growing.

"I...I put it up this way mainly to cover the gray."

I sensed that was a lie, but let her keep her little deception. Instead, I said, "If that's the case, I would think highlighting these gray streaks with a slightly lighter brown than your true color would be easier."

"Spend all my time coloring my hair as if I had nothing better to do, like those other women..."

"Oh, I don't think it would take up too much time. How much time does it take you to put it up the way you do in the morning, ten, maybe twenty minutes? It seems to me that if you color it, you only have to spend ten to twenty minutes on Sundays, instead of every morning. My suggestion sounds more efficient. Don't you think?

Plus, you have the added bonus of not looking like you're some weird cone-head ready to launch yourself into space.

"You know, I never noticed this before, but with your hair down, it takes the hard edges away from your face. It softens you, and brings out your natural femininity."

She blushed, and then asked with schoolgirl excitement, "How light should I go?"

It was then that I noticed something about her that I'd never have guessed of her. Stroking her hair brought out an aroma I had failed to notice before. It was a delectable perfume she barely applied, and would only be detected if one stood very close to her.

I leaned in closer, to where my nose barely brushed the nape of her neck, and took a deep breath.

"Is that Cartier?"

"Oh, I wish. It's only Chanel," she said with some disappointment, and then quickly added, "Number twenty-two, though. You have an appreciation for such things?"

"In a way; I know the value of such things." I touched a finger to her chest, just over her heart, as if I were pointing to that softer person she hides, and said, "It's an indulgence you give to that woman within you. Isn't it? One of the few you allow her. You are full of surprises."

She wanted to respond, but her heart was racing too fast. As such, she only stood silently staring at me, trying to gather her emotions lest she reveal too much of herself.

"It's a very expensive indulgence, as well," I continued, as I ran my hand down her side until it came to rest on her hip.

"Well it's not as if I can wear it all the time," she responded, defensively.

That was a major tell. The old girl finally dropped her guard.

"I see, you only wear it for those special occasions with special people."

She struck her defensive pose again—head down with arms crossed.

I thought I had lost her with that last statement. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that I'd guessed her mind?

It's just as well I break it off, now. I don't want our tête-à-tête going too far. Best to end it here, with only a little bit of good-natured, harmless flirting. Maybe it will be enough to get her to lighten up a bit.

I took my hand off her hip in order to give her glasses back, and started to apologize for being so forward, when she snatched my hand back and kissed me.

It was such an innocent kiss. There was no tongue, but her lips were soft and warm—such a stark contrast to the hard edges of her body and the cold flint of a heart she tried so hard to project.

I felt that electric current again, and images morphed into view in my mind. Blurry images of her fantasies, which I could never bring into focus. It was as if I were viewing them from a great height. They had grown just as cold and distant as the persona she made of herself.

I genuinely felt sorry for her, and for her husband. The images I saw told me they were both guilty of the sorry state of their marriage, allowing themselves to slip into the oft common trap of dual marital neglect. Moreover, neither of them knew how to get themselves out of the self-imposed exile from warm sexuality without feeling ill used by the other. They were both too proud to make the first move in forgiving past injuries, yet too beholden to their marital vows to cheat or to divorce, so they existed in limbo, doing nothing.

She put my hand back on her hip and held me there, and then put her other hand right over my heart. When she felt its heavy thump and the deep draughts of my breath, she heaved a heavy sigh of her own.

I ever so slightly pushed my thoughts into her, just enough to help her arousal along and to help her disregard those vows she held so dear.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.

"How long has it been since your husband touched you?" I asked.

She didn't answer, not because she was afraid or ashamed to, but because she couldn't honestly remember.

"I wonder if you'll surprise me further. I'm betting that underneath that skirt you're wearing something sheer and lacy, something as delicate as that perfume you're wearing."

"I'm sorry," she said in embarrassment, as she lifted up her skirt to reveal a pair of plain, old, frumpy panties.

I laughed, and played off her embarrassment, "This is what I'm talking about when I criticized your style of dress. These panties you're wearing are all wrong for you, too baggy for your body. They make you look like one of those Indian fellows, who wear the traditional, blousy loincloth. Take them off right now...That's right, just let them slip to the floor."

She let her panties fall to her ankles, and was about to drop her skirt back down out of modesty, when I cupped my hand between her legs.

"Hold your skirt up for me. Now widen your stance...That's good," I said quietly to her, almost as a whisper into her ear.

I slowly ran my finger along her outer labia.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked, guessing my thoughts.

Her pussy was as cold and dry as a Siberian ice field.

"It has been a long time for you. You know Bea, your vulva is like every other muscle in your body, if you don't use it, it atrophies. Eventually it just withers and dies. Such a shame too, because it seems like such a pretty, little pussy."

Pulling my finger out from between her legs, I placed them along her lips, while commanding gently, "Wet my fingers."

She tried to pull away from me, while saying, "Here, I have some lotion in my purse."

I held her fast, however, and placing my fingertips back onto her lips, commanded, "No, saliva's better. Wet my fingers!"

She took a quick swipe across my extended fingers with her tongue, and barely moistening them with her efforts.

"Come on, Bea, you can do better than that," I scolded her, laughingly.

This time she let her tongue linger.

I used what little saliva she put on my fingers and wet her clitoris. Most of her moisture was wasted in this first pass, however. It took me some time and considerable fumbling to find her little button, as it lay dormant and sleeping, still nestled deep within its hooded shelter for all these many years.

"More," I said, bringing my fingers back up to her face. As she opened her mouth, I slipped two fingers inside before she could bring out her tongue.

This time, she slathered a bit more saliva onto my fingers.

Besides thoroughly saturating her clit, which had started to harden, I applied the excess saliva around her hole, slipping a finger inside. Her own juices had yet to flow, so I couldn't spend too much time fingering her before going back for more saliva. As I brought my fingers up for more, I commanded, "Suck on my fingers the way you suck on cock."

I held my hand steady as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth along my two fingers. I could feel her applying a bit of suction, as she slathered more of her spit on my fingers.

As she sucked, she tried to put on a slutty, sultry demeanor—doing obscenely long, exaggerated licks with her tongue, or staring directly into my eyes as she pulled my fingers in, down to the knuckles. Unfortunately, playing at the 'slutty seductress' didn't suit her. All it really did was made her look comically awkward; much like an awkward look of a child who plays at 'adult' by wearing their parent's clothes.

I kept encouraging her, though, telling her how hot the slutty Beatrice looked and how hot she was making me.

After sucking on my fingers, she would lean closer to me and kiss as I dipped my hand down to play with her pussy. It was nice, and she did it sweetly. Just a soft pressing of her lips against mine each time, accompanied with only a little bit of tongue through slightly parted lips. I think it was her way of making our tryst more of a romantic adventure rather than just about sex.

I enjoyed our little back and forth so much that even well after her own juices began flowing, I continued to bring my fingers up to her mouth just so I could continue bringing out clumsy, slutty Beatrice and her soft kisses.

She was getting so close. She leaned into me while gripping at my arm firmly. Her knees wobbled comically, and she whimpered softly though her kiss each time I returned a finger to her clit.

I'd tease her at this point, saying, "This is wrong, Bea. I don't think we should continue on like this. Maybe we should stop."

"No...don't," she would beg.

"Do you like it when I touch you here, or there?" I asked, shifting my finger between her clit to her now dripping cunt hole.

"Oh, yes," she answered, ambiguously.

"Yes what? So you want me to stop?" I continued to tease.

"No!" She yelled abruptly, almost in a panic, and then said with more restraint, "Please don't stop."

"Then tell me what you like best."

She was almost in tears, "I like all of it, Will, please, god, don't stop."

I flicked my fingertip rapidly across her now swollen clit while slipping two into her cunt. I felt the muscles in her thighs tremble violently. 

Whispering into her ear, "This is just with my fingers. Think of what my cock would feel like inside you."

That visual I just put into her head was too much for her. She came immediately; her wobbly knees finally buckled out from under her, as she slumped to the floor. I followed her down, half supporting her while continuing to finger her clit. I almost had to, really, as she grabbed the wrist of my massaging hand so that she wouldn't lose that blissful contact with me. She stifled a cry each time she came by biting her lips. They ended up red and raw, and at one point I thought she'd draw blood, biting herself as she did.

She came to rest on her knees, momentarily breathless and satisfied, and for the longest time stayed motionless, still clutching my arm while panting with eyes closed.

Kissing her on the cheek, I asked with a touch of amusement, "That was nice, Bea, wasn't it?"

She didn't answer right away, not until her breathing returned to normal. Finally, she asked in a barely audible whisper, "I suppose you want me to perform fellatio the way Miss Brody did, as recompense?"

She said it with a fake tone of disapproval and distaste that at the same time dripped with fervent, sexual anticipation. I found it amusing she didn't imply displeasure at giving me a blow job in general, but how I had Candice suck my cock, specifically.

As much as I wanted to hear her gag on my erection before begging me to slide it farther down her throat, I thought it best not to take things further than they already had gone.

I politely sidestepped any more involvement with her by appealing to her sense of duty to her vows, "I can think of nothing I would like better, but I don't think we should. Let's not do more things that we'll have to lie about to our spouses. Okay?"

She nodded her head slowly. She knew it was the right thing to do, but still couldn't completely hide the disappointment in her eyes.

Kissing her cheek again, I whispered into her ear, "There is one thing you can do for me. Stay as you are, with your hair down and your panties off. When you get home, put on something that makes you feel sexy and naughty. Then, no matter what your husband is doing, press yourself against him and tell him you have to taste his cock or you're going to die.

"Now, what are you going to tell him when you get home?"

She repeated the words back to me, and just like when she tried acting slutty, her words came out stilted and awkward, but at least they were sincere.

"That's good," I encouraged her, "If that doesn't make him hard, nothing will. Now, before he can say anything, slip down onto your knees, pull out his hard-on, and give him the best blow job that you can. Take your time so that both of you can savor it, and above all else, look into his eyes as you swallow his load. You have no idea how good it makes us feel when you swallow. It's like you want and need us, completely; that sucking us off wasn't some begrudging obligation for you, but done for your own pleasure, as well.

"Can you do that for me?"

She couldn't hide the faint twinge of disgust, but she nodded her head, anyway.

"And after that, lead him to the bedroom, and allow him to oil you up and massage you. And as he's massaging you, don't just lie there; play with his cock and balls. Better yet, make him stand in front of you while he rubs your back so that you can fellate him until he gets hard again. And he will get hard again, trust me. Then, make him fuck you until morning."

After pushing all those blissfully erotic thoughts and feelings into her, I had no doubt she would do as I wished when she got home. Whether or not her husband could see past former marital grievances and accept my gift was another story. I suspect that if he isn't a total dickwad, douchebag, they'll have the time of their lives.

In the subsequent days, Beatrice took my fashion advice to heart.

She bought a pair of those frameless eyeglasses, and once the first compliments from the office staff came her way, she never wore the cats-eyes again. She kept her hair down, cutting it to shoulder length in back and leaving bangs in front, while coloring her gray streaks a dark bronze that matched her natural mousey brown color well. Sometimes she even curled it when she was in a playful mood at the start of the day. The hem of her skirts got a little higher---showing off those nice legs—and the openings of her collars got a little lower—although she had very little to show in that area.

More importantly, Beatrice was coming to work with a lighter heart—always smiling and quick to laugh. Beatrice Croynski was transformed. 'Beatrice the crone' had lovingly become 'Beatrice, the bitchin' boss lady extraordinaire' by those who worked closely with her.

Soon after our brief affair, I overheard a couple of the secretaries commenting on Bea's transformation, and both were trying to guess who was 'doing the job' on her. Between their muted giggles of relief that 'Beatrice the crone' was no longer dampening their spirits at work, they decided that if they ever found out who it was, everyone in the office should chip in and buy them a timeshare in the Caymans.

Well thank you ladies, but I was just doing my part for office morale.

********

The remaining weeks passed quickly, and it was coming near the end of Karen's training.

I'd just given her a bath, and she sat on the edge of the tub while I put lotion on her chafed knees. As was usual for her lately, she sat quietly, watching me intently.

"I see the hair is growing back. I've been neglecting your pussy for too long."

She wanted to say something snotty, but thought better of it, and only gave me a wry smile as a mild rebuke.

I laughed because of the look she gave me, and said, "Yes, I've been neglectful, but it was for your own good. That will change tonight. Now, spread your legs and I'll shave you."

Yes, she was exercising greater control over herself and over her thoughts, more than I had hoped when I started her training. Even now, as I shaved her pubic hair, I barely detected a rise in the level of her arousal; whereas a few weeks ago, this simple act of grooming would have redlined her into the figurative stratosphere of peak arousal.

She was softly humming with eyes closed—Debussy's Clair de Lune. It was a mental routine she developed. Something she did that helped her control the growing sexual urges within her, as well as kept those darker, more dangerous thoughts from creeping into her mind.

Yes, she was in good control. My only fear now: did I go too far in breaking the thoroughbred? Did I break her spirit too much so that she would fear letting herself go when she was ridden? This is what I would find out tonight.

"Sir, what do you mean by, 'that will change tonight?'" she asked, still with closed eyes, and said in a tone of barely hidden excitement.

"It means you've pleased me these past weeks, and it's time for you take your place by my side again. Do you think you're ready?"

I felt her heart skip a beat and her arousal jump at the news that I was pleased with her.

"Oh yes, Sir!"

"I think so too. Now, keep your eyes closed."

With that pronouncement, I slipped her wedding ring back to its proper place.

She opened her eyes to look at her ring, and started to cry. Then, cradling her left hand to her chest, she lifted her eyes toward mine. She didn't have to say anything, her look told me everything she was feeling.

Kissing her gently on the lips, I said "I love you, too." Brushing some of her hair that had fallen over her face, I continued, "From now on you don't have to call me 'Sir' or 'Master.' Well...Maybe when you're being my cock slave, but not other times." 

"Am I still your cock slave?"

"Of course you are."

She asked, meekly, "Not Jackie or the others?"

It appears she guessed what I was doing with my evenings.

"They are as well, but not the same as you. They are for us to play with. All of them are, really, as you will see on Saturday."

She looked at me, inquisitively, not sure what I meant by 'Saturday.'

I smiled at her before answering, "We are having another party. I've invited twenty or so people."

"Who?" she asked, trying to hide the stress in her voice.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 17



"The usual suspects from our last party, as well as the Grant's, the Thompson's, the Monroe's, the Farzaneh's, and a few others you haven't met."

"So Denise, Jackie and Cecilia from before..."

"...And Jack," I added.

"Are you inviting Mark as well?"

"Yes, and for obvious reasons."

"What about Linda?"

"I didn't think to ask..."

She cut me off, excitedly, "Oh please, please, please, let's invite Linda. Pretty please, with sugar on top."

"I don't know. Linda and Mark under the same roof. Their divorce wasn't the happiest..."

"Oh please, Will. Linda's been dying to get back at him for being such a shit. It would just kill him to watch us turn her into your cock slave."

"Hmm, I like your style. Okay, I'll leave it up to you to invite her, and it's up to you to keep them civil."

She thought about all that was to transpire for a moment, and then blurted out, "Oh my, will I have to greet them...You know...As I am now?" She couldn't hide the stress in her voice, which betrayed an equal mix of sexual excitement and anxiety.

I couldn't help playing with her, "I was thinking of it. Do you want too?"

Her face became flush, as she contemplated the embarrassment of greeting our guests in the nude. She answered, hesitantly, "I...I don't know."

I couldn't keep from laughing at her panicked expression. When she figured out I was kidding, she slapped my arm playfully, and said, "Oh, don't scare me like that."

Kissing her forehead, I said, "Along with abandoning the 'Sirs' and 'Masters,' you can go back to wearing clothes around the house; although, I wouldn't mind if you greeted me as you are when I got home from work sometimes. I do have something in mind for you to wear for the party, though, and it's nothing too immodest."

Another panicked look donned her face, before she blurted, "That's just in a couple of days. What about food? Can we hire a caterer at this late date?"

"Don't worry about dinner. Just get some finger food, hors d'oeuvres and the like. That should be good enough. Also, make up a good batch of your patented Sangria. It will make for a good ice-breaker at the start.

"There...Finished." Putting the razor down, I spent a moment admiring the job I did shaving her, before continuing, "Once again, you have a cute, little, bald pussy, and a nice toy for me to play with. Will's little fuck toy."

I gently brushed my fingers across her mons before going to my closet for a couple of neck ties. Her arousal was climbing faster in anticipation.

When I returned, she was back to humming with her eyes closed, trying to keep her excitement from reaching a boil too quickly.

I blindfolded her with one of the ties, while whispering in her ear, "This is to help you keep your eyes closed, while I play with my cute, little, fuck toy all through the night. Now, am I going to hear any humming?"

"Oh no, Sir," she answered, breathlessly. Her excitement was fast approaching peak arousal.

"Turn around and kneel on the floor for a moment. Spread your cheeks for me so that I can shave around your cute, little asshole."

I kissed both cheeks when I was finished. Hearing her utter a sharp moan at the touch of my lips to her buttocks, I saw the first beads of her arousal glisten on the protruding inner folds of her pussy.

"Keep your arms behind your back," I commanded, securing them with the other tie.

Slipping a thumb into her pussy, I rubbed her to a quick orgasm with a finger.

She lay over the edge of the tub, panting, as I mildly berated her, "You're still coming too quickly. Naughty little cock slut. Turn around and face me."

Still on her knees, I put my crotch just in front of her face, and commanded, "Unzip my fly."

It took her some doing, but she got it pulled down after a few tries—seems the metal zipper kept slipping out of her clenched teeth.

"Very good, cock slave. Now, undo my belt and pants."

This took even more doing on her part. It was a new belt and quite stiff, and the clasp of my pants was difficult to manage with just her lips and teeth. I chuckled at her difficulties, and found amusement in the seriousness she took to the task I set her. More than once she uttered a faint cry of frustration, but eventually she was able to slide my pants to the floor—where there's a will, there's a way, I guess. After all that, removing my underwear was a snap.

She sat on her heels, waiting for me with a wide-opened mouth.

I toyed with her at first by rubbing my semi-erect cock along her cheeks and jawline. I could feel her warm breath envelop me as she panted in anticipation and desire.

"How long has it been since my little cock slave tasted my cock?"

"Too long, Master."

"That's because you were a selfish little cunt, weren't you cock slave."

"Yes Master, I was a cunt. A disobedient, selfish, little cunt, but I've changed."

"We'll see. Tongue my balls, cock slave. Tongue and suck on my balls until I get hard."

I laid my heavy cock across her face as she pulled my balls into her mouth. As she sucked and tongued on them gently, she would nuzzle the underside of my shaft with her nose. I was rock hard in no time.

"Very good cock slave, now suck me off to completion."

She spent a deliciously long time licking and sucking me. Copious amounts of saliva were put to the task as it dripped, thick and heavy, off my shaft and balls.

I had grown another inch or so since she last sucked on it, and it was giving Karen problems. Repeatedly, she pushed hard into me, trying to force my cock further into her mouth and down her throat, but she always had to back off to keep from choking.

"You're so big, Master, please forgive my poor efforts. I so much what to taste all of you."

"That's all right, cock slave. Do what you can for now. There'll be plenty of time for you to learn, later."

And she did, toward the end of the evening—good ol' sixty-nine did the trick. It was so much fun when she finally tickled my balls with her nose, all done with her hands still tied behind her back. She had become an exquisite cocksucker, far surpassing Denise's talents.

For now, she giggled, lightheartedly, and said, "Oh, thank you Master!"

Still on her knees, she furiously bobbed her head forward and back, pulling me in about a third of the way before retreating back to swallow her excess saliva. In all that effort, she could never make me come—I made sure of that.

I finally pulled away from her when it looked like she'd pass out from exhaustion, saying, "You are such an accomplish cocksucker, my little cock slave, but even with all your talents and efforts, you couldn't make me come. Do you think you can have such control when I play with my fuck toy?"

Breathlessly, she said, "I'll try, Master."

"We shall see. Now, stand up, cock slave."

When she did, I removed the blindfold for a minute and pulled her into me so that her face pressed against my shirt.

I held her close for a long time before asking, "What do you feel?"

Not sure of my question and the reason behind it, she said with some trepidation, "Your shirt, Master...Your chest."

Again, I held her head against me for a long time, before asking, "And what do you hear?"

Still with apprehension in her voice, she answered, "I can hear your breathing, and your heart beating."

"You know why? You can feel and hear these things because you are no longer kneeling on the floor, but standing alongside me. As long as you behave, we will always be as we are now, together; always together, side by side, the world and everyone in it, ours to play with as we wish."

She didn't understand that last part, but sensed a truth in the words, and looked at me with awe and fear. Screwing up enough courage, she asked, "Will, what's happening to us? You said you would tell me when I was ready. I know it has something to do with that first time with Gloria, as well as a lot of other things." She said that last part while rubbing her hip against my erection, reminding us both of the thirteen inch 'elephant in the room' that stood out between us.

I almost told her: about Beetlesmith, the elixir, that first time with Gloria and all those subsequent, about everything. She would have to know about our metamorphosis at some point, and if I didn't tell her directly, she would eventually guess the truth. Best get it over with now and tell her, before she ends up hating me for deceiving her for so long.

No, give it more time, Henry, a little bit more time. Besides, she's still not quite ready. Just a bit more...

Slipping the blindfold back over her eyes, I said, "Soon my love, I'll tell you very soon. You're still not ready. Maybe sometime after the orgy I'll reveal these things to you."

That seemed to quiet her. Throwing her over my shoulder, as I used to do when we were first married, I carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. I buried my face in her sweet pussy, spending the first part of the evening satisfying her with my tongue and lips to the point of her near exhaustion.

She never did learn to control that aspect of herself very well, but I didn't mind. I always loved making her come. It was what I loved most about making love to her.

More importantly, we were together as one, again, and the world and everything in it was ours. 



Beetlesmith's Ch. 18



As always, the wonderful Ms. Mariposa edited an early draft of this chapter. I should really be giving her hazardous duty pay by now, but I'm a cheapskate. 

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I made plans for about twenty guests.

Why twenty, you may ask. That was approximately the amount of elixir Beetlesmith had given me the last time. The two vials were still buried in my sock drawer, and even though they were hidden from my sight, just knowing of their presence continually tweaked my mind.

I really didn't think I would need the substance. Frankly, given that my mental powers and sexual endurance have grown exponentially—much like my cock—I could probably get the orgy started with a single thought, and keep it going with minimal effort. However, something inside me—that little voice I keep hearing now and again in my head—hinted at even greater pleasures with use of the elixir. So, I resigned myself to use the drug on the guests. As for Karen and me, we wouldn't be taking it, as there would be little point. It would be a waste of substance and two fewer guests could attend.

Besides the same crew that came to my last dinner party, I chose to invite a few friends and neighbors, specifically the Thompsons, Monroes, and the Farzanehs. I chose these three couples because each of the wives had a particular character I found appealing.

Gabrielle Thompson—or as her friends called her, Gabby—was every bit the chatterbox her nickname implied. To use an old cliché, she was a stubborn, hard bitten broad; dominant, confident, loud, and exceptionally funny. She played hard and drank harder, but she wasn't a drunk. Most of all, she didn't take any guff from anyone, particularly from her mousey husband, Phil. I figured when she got going, she'd burn through the men like a wildfire burns through a Kansas prairie on a hot, summer day.

Darcy Monroe was Gabby's exact opposite. Whereas Gabby was 'a broad'—and called herself as such—Darcy was every bit the lady; petite, even by female standards, delicate, modest, and soft in voice. She was a health nut, jogging several miles a day while doing yoga in the evening. She did these things almost to the point of obsession, as her husband, Carl, often complained about; hinting to me that Darcy liked exercising better than sex, which was putting a strain on their marriage. One couldn't argue with the results, however, as her body was well toned and without an ounce of fat. Moreover, unlike many other athletic women, who become flat chested and tend to develop little boy bodies, Darcy retained a shapely figure with full breasts and wide hips. Maybe that was the result of the yoga? Whatever the reason, I couldn't help getting hard imagining the demure Darcy going down on a gaudy Gabby, and vice-versa.

The Farzanehs, Sara and Rashid, were first-generation American, both of their parents having emigrated from Iran around the time the Ayatollah took control of their country. Sara was the true prize of the group I've invited, dark and exotically luscious, with long, raven colored hair, the darkest of dark gray eyes that were almost violet in certain light, and full, pouty lips. Like Denise, Sara had an unmistakable regal air about her. But unlike Denise, who probably grew into the aristocratic role because of her long association with the Jack, the boss, Sara came by hers naturally, as if she were high-born at birth. I always fancied she was part royalty, a deposed princess where her family was in some way connected to the Pahlavi royal family of Iran. I asked them about it once. They laughed good-naturedly at my question, saying they get asked that a lot, but that both came from humble origins. The fact that her stately nature was born by accident, made her even more attractive to me. So much so, that if there were any woman I would leave Karen for out of lust, it would be for Sara.

As for the other guests, there was Denise, of course, as well as Jackie and Cecilia.

I'd been playing extensively with Jackie and Cecilia over the past couple of weeks, so their invite wasn't hard, nor did I keep the true intention of the party a secret from them. Their response to the invitation was to ask if they needed to bring any toys, or more lube. I said yes to both.

Denise was another matter. About the time I changed direction in my life—shedding the chump persona for good—was about the time she tried to renew our acquaintance. Funny how those coincidences turn out. I, of course, gave her the cold shoulder, refusing to answer her calls throughout most of Karen's training. It wasn't until a few days before the party that I finally talked with her. I invited her to the motel along with Jackie, Cecilia, Lisa and Candice, but I don't think she had as good a time as the five of us, seeing how we did to Denise, what Lisa, Barbara and I did to Karen. In the end I forgave her—although I still hadn't fucked her—and told her of my upcoming plans. I left it up to her whether or not she'd be at the party on Saturday.

The Grants invitation, particularly Lisa and Barbara's, was troubling for me. So much so, I was actually reluctant to invite them at all. I began to regret what I had made the two do to each other that night. It was the regretful feeling a spouse has waking up with a hangover in a strange bedroom, lying next to a less than attractive partner and not remembering how you got there or even what you did the night before.

I hadn't completely divorced myself from the 'better angles of my nature,' and this was one I was still listening to—I should not have pushed mother and daughter into incest.

As such, when either of them called for a hook-up, I was more clandestine about it, telling either mother or daughter that our rendezvous should remain a secret from the other. Usually, if it was Barbara's turn, I paired her up with Jackie—who took an instant liking to the young one. Jackie particularly loved pushing her hungry mouth into Barb's cute little blonde bush and making her squeal in delight while I fucked the youngster doggy style. Moreover, given Lisa's large clit, Jackie always commented with a laugh that going down on Lisa was almost like going down on a guy.

Even with all her quirky idiosyncrasies, the ones that will forever drive me insane, I had truly come to love Jackie with all my heart—please don't tell Karen!

When it was Lisa's turn for motel fun, I would pair her up with Cecilia. Lisa's blonde hair turned out to be a surprisingly erotic contrast for me next to Cecilia's ebony tones, and not surprisingly, both turned out to be real anal sluts—at least at the start. They both cooled to the notion of taking my cock through the backdoor as I continued to grow. However, Lisa always wanted to renew that tongue flicking blowjob she performed on me, and renew it face to face with Cecilia, so that, at least, took the sting out of their refusal at anal sex.

So, even though I was tiptoeing around the incest problem, I felt that I couldn't just leave Bob and Lisa off the invite list. They were still our very good friends, and it would have hurt them both if they saw I had a party they weren't invited to. So when I told Lisa she and Bob were invited to a summer party, I stressed that it was for the older adults, and that Barbara should do something else that day.

Lisa whined incessantly when she heard my restrictions, saying that Barbara would be crestfallen if she couldn't come as well.

I didn't want to tell her what kind of party it was going to be, and maybe I should have. It would have spared me the grief of her whining now—and the disaster that almost happened later. I chose to keep mum about my plans, however, mostly because I thought people should start taking me at my word. I was getting tired of having to explain or justify my actions to everyone. Arrogant of me, I know, but that's where my feelings were lying at the moment. If Lisa didn't want to take my word that Barbara should stay home, then let her watch her daughter blow her father, right after taking him up the ass. It would serve her right.

Other invitees included Jack and his new bimbo, a Pam 'something or other,' who Jack met some time and somewhere in the city. He assured me she was blonde death in three-inch pumps, with a full rack you could rest your drink on, and a pair of long legs that started at an ass so fine and tight she needed grease to take a dump.

Jack always had a way with words.

I tried to contact Beth again, the auburn-haired girl from the coffee shop, but still no dice. So, I just substituted one large-chested redhead for another, and invited Candice, who had also became a regular along with Jackie and Cecilia in my after work fun sessions. I usually paired Candice with Jackie. There was nothing like the feel of two pairs of humongous tits pressed together while sliding your cock between them—literally, Heaven on Earth.

During that first week of Karen's training, I got a call from the Goth girl—whose name I finally learned was Holly. She asked about the party and asked if she could bring a friend. I told her yes, as long as her friend was female and reasonably attractive.

I know, I should have put more of a qualifier on it than just 'reasonably,' but, as you can tell, I've come to like living dangerously.

Just how dangerous? Well, the former Will Henry—the chump from my previous life—would never have even considered putting the wives and daughters I was fucking in the same room as their husbands and fathers. Realistically, it would have been safer for me to speed down the interstate blindfolded, but that's how confident—or arrogant—I was of my powers.

I could do anything to anyone; even turn the most jealous, possessive husband brimming with unabated machismo into a simpering cuckold, if I so desired. I was that Roman Emperor now, the one I pictured when first taking the elixir, holding dominion over all my subjects. And no one would dare refuse that Emperor, me, anything I wanted—not even a jealous husband—because I would destroy them.

As an aside, and contrary to how I thought Mark Cope would greet me, he was quite excited about the invitation, although I didn't tell him his ex-wife, Linda, would also be coming.

There I go with the puns again.

So there they were, all the lucky guests. Barring any changes in plans, I worked it so that there would be twice as many women as men.

I think that's a nice ratio, Henry, to be sure.

More inclined toward the harem, myself, I had invited the men to my little orgy to keep all the women well occupied and pleasured when I was otherwise indisposed with someone else. Naturally, the women were there for my pleasure and Karen's...

And now, all of them would be my slaves.

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Though I told Karen she could go back to wearing clothes around the house, so attached had she become with our new relationship, she continued to go naked through the remaining days until the party.

On Saturday, however, I laid out an outfit that I wanted her to wear. It was a very sheer, off white, ankle length skirt. With it, I had her wear a matching bikini bra, and a similarly colored thong underneath. A bit risqué, I know. The transparency of the skirt left little to the imagination, but Karen always had a great ass, and I wanted her to show it off from the get-go. Besides, it appealed to Karen's newfound exhibitionist tendencies while maintaining a hint of modesty.

Her arousal began to ramp up the moment she put it on.

Such a dirty, naughty slut.

I wrapped my arms around her as she was admiring herself in the mirror, and asked, "Nervous? I know how you get before one of our parties."

She smiled and kissed me before answering, "No, surprisingly, although I'm wondering how you're going to get things rolling. Did you tell the others? You know, the ones we hadn't been with before. Did you tell them what this party is really about?"

"As to your second question my love, the answer is no. This is going to be a surprise for them just like it was for the others the last time; as for, 'how I'm going to get things rolling,' let me worry about that."

I still hadn't told her anything about the elixir, or the extent of my powers, but she was beginning to guess at both using small, tangential questions like the ones she just asked. As such, I decided that tonight I would start to teach her the extent of the powers we both possessed.

As for how I was going to get things rolling—other than with my mind—Karen had made two large pitchers of Sangria. I had already spiked each with a vial of elixir. They were chilling nicely in the refrigerator, waiting for the celebratory toast I'd give as a welcome to all our guests.

I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She melted into my arms, returning my kiss with equal passion. The warm glow of anticipation was already radiating off her, but I could tell she had a firm control over it so far.

"I want you to stay close by my side this evening. All our guests are here for us to play with, but I don't want you playing with any of the men. Not until I say so. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered, quickly falling back into her submissive persona.

"Good. You can play with the women all you want, but don't wander off too far afield for too long without me. I think you'll find it more fun if we play with them together."

She smiled at that, and said with barely controlled excitement, "I'm looking forward to playing with Linda. She's ripe for the picking. I don't think she's been with a man since the divorce. It will be fun turning her into your cock slave, and watching her try to manage your tool."

"Really? Married to Mark, I would think she'd have lots of practice managing large tools."

She shook her head before answering, "I didn't realize it until that night with all of us that Mark wasn't very good. I always assumed Linda was the problem, and made excuses for herself by blaming Mark for their shitty sex play. But I was wrong, Mark is very 'wham-bam,' just like Linda said, and not even a 'thank you Ma'am' for your trouble. So, I don't think she's had much practice." A wry smile crossed her lips before she finished, "I think we should give her as much practice as possible."

"Well, go easy on Mark," I said, laughingly, "Like you said after that first time, I think we scared him a little. His performance should be better tonight."

She just shrugged her shoulders, and said matter-of-factly, "I don't care. Jackie can have him," she paused for a moment before continuing with a renewed interest in her voice, "But it will be fun seeing him turn green when you make Linda scream and cream."

"Any ideas on how I should do that?" I asked, rhetorically, curious for her answer.

"God, I would think doing that 'shifty-grindy' thing you do with your cock would be enough to get her squirting, but I have a few other ideas," she said with a devilish smile, "How far can we go?"

At first I thought it was an odd question, and then realized she was testing for boundaries, "As far as we like, as long as it doesn't descend into cruelty. What do you have in mind?"

"Please, let it be a surprise," she whined like a little girl.

"So, you've already given this a lot of thought?" She just smiled a response before I continued, "Okay, but remember we want everyone to walk away pleasured, satisfied and especially happy."

"Oh, they'll be all that and more."

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The guests starting showing up at about five and my only concern was how the other women I'd been playing with these past weeks would treat Karen.

I never told them specifically, but all of them had a good guess as to what I was doing to Karen, given that she was never present during our motel romps. So, I wasn't sure if they would treat her rudely and as outcast from their clique—Jackie springs to mind—and I wasn't sure how Karen would accept them. Would she look at them with scorn, feeling cheapened by humiliation, getting sullen and refusing to converse with them, thus dampening the mood for the evening?

My apprehension was wasted effort. Karen proved to be the perfect host, cheery, generous, modest yet still self-assured in her place as my wife. Moreover, the other women treated Karen as a beloved sister who had left home for a time, but was back in the fold—the prodigal sister returned, as it were.

The only disharmony I could see was with Lisa. There was still animosity between her and Karen, and as such, they greeted each other coolly, with nary a word passing between them, and with barely a quick, polite brush of the cheeks passing between them before Lisa peeled away to opposite side of the room.

Lisa's husband, Bob, even noticed the chilly climate between the formerly good friends, when I overheard him mentioning it to Lisa. Lisa just shrugged it off, and in typical womanly fashion gave her husband mixed messages, saying that nothing was wrong but that she didn't want to talk about it further. After that, Bob just rolled his eyes and went over to where me the other men were talking, leaving Lisa and Barbara to themselves.

Jack arrived soon after the Grants, without Denise, but with a tall blonde attached to his arm.

I found this strange. Jack was a philanderer, to be sure, but as far as I knew, he didn't flaunt his conquests, particularly in front of his wife. I assumed, then, that Denise wasn't coming. I also assumed the clingy blonde was the 'Pam' he described to me.

She was cute, but not the 'blonde death in spiked heels' Jack made her out to be, at least I didn't think so. She didn't even have particularly large breasts—ones big enough to rest a drink on, as Jack implied. I was expecting a more sultry blonde like Pamela Anderson, complete with large tits, wide hips and full mouth, instead of a perky looking, all-American, 'Meg Ryan' type. She did have a great ass, though, one that Jack continually put his hand on, and not too discreetly, either.

Jack smiled as he saw me studying her ass, and said, "Easy you dog. This is Pamela Tobin, marketing director for the Scion Corporation. I've been trying to woo them in as clients for a couple of months now. Haven't I Pam?"

Pam gave Jack a look of mock surprise while saying, "Is that what you've been doing, Jack? All this time I thought you were just trying to get under my skirt."

Jack let go with one of his patented guffaws, and said, "That too, honey."

Pam warmly grabbed my hand with both of hers, "It's nice to finally meet you Will, or should I call you Robo-cock?"

"Yeah, I've...ah, been telling her all about your last party," Jack said with a tinge of embarrassment at not being able to keep secrets. Then dropping his voice, he added, "Don't worry, she's one of us."

I gave him a questioning look.

"You know, she's a swinger" he clarified, "Seems all this time I've been trying to...how did you put it, Pam?...get under your skirt, she's only interested in the out-of-the-ordinary. Isn't that right, Pam, you won't fuck unless there are others to join in?"

She smiled, and keeping her voice low, said, "If you're going to live, you might as well live large. There's nothing like a room full of hard cocks and wet cunts to get my juices flowing." She said that last part while taking a long, slow pass across my groin with her hand. Feeling what could either be a young, Amazonian python or my flaccid cock, she took a sharp breath of air in surprise, then looked at me as if she was going to drop to her knees and service me right there in the foyer.

Well there's a waste of elixir. This girl needed an aphrodisiac about as much as Bill Gates needed money.

She finally pulled her hand away from my crotch, saying to Jack, "Why is it that in all this time you're telling me about Robo-cock, you didn't mention he's built like a horse?

Jack looked surprised, "Will? A horse? I mean, Will's no peewee, but he's no horse, either."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 18



Pam looked at him incredulously, "What are you talking about? I just felt it..."

"Well, I've seen it..."

"Then you need glasses..."

This was another question, directly or indirectly asked by those who know me, 'Will, what's going on with your cock?' Answering it was becoming as irritating as the, 'How are you going to get things rolling,' question. Lately, I've just told whomever—usually one of the women I've been playing with—not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and to put it in their mouth and keep sucking until I say stop. That usually shuts them up—literally and figuratively. I'm not sure what I'll do with Jack or Mark, or even Carl, who's seen me at the gym, when they inevitably ask me.

Fuck them all, Henry!

Jack and Pam's disagreement was beginning to get loud, so I broke in, "Okay, okay, plenty of time to find out which one of you is right, later."

"You're right, sorry. So when do we start?" Jack asked, while rubbing his hands with glee, "And where's Karen and Jackie?"

"Jackie's not here, yet. Where's Denise?" I quickly responded, not liking his interest in Karen.

For the first time since I've known him, I saw Jack get visibly upset, almost to the point of anger. He waved a hand of dismissal at the question, almost clipping Pam in the face. After calming down a bit, he said curtly, "I don't know. I haven't seen her for a week."

I didn't pursue the matter any further, sure in the fact that it would only piss him off more. I quickly changed the subject, "I'm planning to start the party once all the guests arrive. Along those lines, Jack, I haven't told all the guests what's going to be happening later. So if you could just keep the swinger talk to a minimum..."

Jack's mood went from anger to surprise, "They don't know? Well, just how in the hell are you going to start this thing without half of them freaking out and calling the cops?"

I swear, I'm going to fuck the next person who asks me that in the ass, and without lube!

I kept cool, however, and said, "Let me worry about that. You have faith in me, don't you Jack?"

He nodded and gave me a smile.

"Now, let me get you two a drink and introduce you to everyone."

After I introduced Jack and Pam around, Karen pulled me aside, "What's wrong, and who's the bimbo?"

"Her name's Pam. She's a friend of Jack's. Look, I don't think Denise is coming."

Shocked and disappointed at the news, Karen asked, "Why, what happened?"

I just shrugged my shoulders. She was going to whine some more when Linda arrived, momentarily taking Karen's attention off Denise.

One of the few oddities of the day came when Jackie and Cecilia arrived. They came together, and the astonishing thing was that both were dressed in the exact same attire as Karen, long, very sheer skirts with matching bikini bras and thong underwear.

When they caught sight of Karen dressed the same way, Cecilia burst out, "Oh my god, this is so freaky!"

I asked Karen, "Did you tell them to dress this way?"

"Me?! I haven't talked to anyone other than Linda in weeks. I'm assuming you told everyone to dress the same."

I asked, "Jackie, what gives? Where did you get the idea to dress this way?"

Jackie giggled before answering, "I don't know, I just got up this morning feeling kind of naughty and sexy..."

"That's right, me too," Cecilia interjected, "It freaked me out when Jackie came by to pick me up for the party dressed the same way."

Jackie continued, "Anyway, I thought this would be something nice to wear, risqué given what's to happen later, but not too naughty. So when do we get our freak on, Robo?" She asked in typical Jackie fashion, with an exaggerated wink.

I kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Hold your horses, and quit drooling. All the guests haven't arrived yet. I'll let you know when it's time. In the meantime, keep mum about it. I haven't clued in some of the others as yet, and I don't want to scare anyone away."

Jackie looked surprised, "Wait a minute, how are you going to get...you know...get things going?"

Cecilia also threw in her two cents, "Yeah Will, it's not going to be easy getting everyone's clothes off, particularly if they don't swing."

That was quick. Two ass fuckings coming right up.

With barely concealed ire, I responded, "Just let me worry about that. Why don't you two make yourselves useful and get a drink or something," then adding quickly, knowing Jackie's penchant for fucking up my plans, "And stay away from the Sangria, that's for later."

Jackie and Cecilia gave a pouty look of mock sadness that I wasn't going to start the orgy that moment. They didn't go directly to the liquor cabinet, however, as they caught sight of Candice on the other side of the room, talking with Jack and Pam.

They ran over to her, waving an arm wildly about in celebratory hellos, while yelling, "Hey Miss Candy Cane, you're looking fine, girl..." The three of them always had fun during our little romps at the motel, becoming very good friends as well as lovers. They said something else to Candice that I couldn't quite make out, something like, 'Miss Candy Cane, and her sweet candy ass.' Whatever it was, it caused Jack to break out in his characteristic guffaws and turned the heads of some of the other guests. 

The pattern with the outfits became clear to me when Denise unexpectedly showed up, dressed exactly the same way as Jackie, Cecilia and Karen, right down to the thong underwear barely concealed underneath a sheer skirt.

I didn't bother asking her about it. It was obvious that only the women I had administered the elixir to had somehow gotten the idea to dress the same. The other women I had been fucking, au naturel as it were, Lisa, Barbara and Candice, were not similarly dressed.

It was the elixir working its magic and somehow creating a connection between the initiated and myself. It would seem that just a mere thought affected any of those who've taken the drug, no matter how far away from me they live. I even suspect that somewhere in Colorado, our friend Gloria, at this very moment, is also donning a sheer skirt with bikini top and thong.

I shouldn't have been surprised by the pattern, although I was. Nothing should surprise me any more when it comes to the elixir. I eventually chalked it up to one more oddity, in a cargo ship full of elixir oddities.

Karen was ecstatic seeing Denise, rushing up to her to give her a great hug. "Oh baby, I'm so glad you came," she said, "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, too," Denise responded with tears forming in her eyes, "Let's never do that again."

Karen nodded, knowingly. Then both women began to cry while hugging tighter.

I watched their exchange from a distance, knowing what Denise meant by her cryptic comment of, '...never do that again.' It wasn't as much a pledge to never part from each other for too long, as it was a promise to never piss me off again.

Lessons learned, Henry, by all.

When Denise looked over at me, I gave her an amiable smile that told her I was also glad she came. She smiled back weakly, before quickly dropping her eyes from my gaze. I could tell there was something else she wanted to say to me, but Karen whisked her away to introduce her to everyone else before we could talk.

It was about fifteen minutes later when she came up to me as I was conversing with some of the men.

"Will, is there a place we can talk in private?"

I led her into the study. She started blubbering the second I closed the door.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of Karen," she began, "Will, I don't want to be left out anymore."

"I'm not sure what you mean. I invited you here, didn't I?"

"I'm not talking about the sex stuff. I'm talking about being a part of your lives again." She paused for a moment, as the unmistakable look of dread and fear crossed her face. I'd seen Karen look that way every time I was punishing her. It became obvious to me now that when I was training Karen, getting control of her by showing her a life of hell without me, I was somehow affecting Denise in the same manner.

She continued between sobs, "You have no idea how alone and empty I've been feeling ever since you stopped returning my calls. I've been alone before, many times, but I've never felt so completely lonely like that. I felt empty, like bone with all the marrow sucked out of it. There were days when I didn't even want to get out of bed. I just wanting to stay in that empty bed with the covers pulled over me, but I couldn't...I couldn't because of the awful dreams I was having. I feared falling asleep..."

"What kind of dreams? I asked with interest, interrupting her narrative.

"Oh, they're just dreams..."

"I don't know," I mused, "Most times they're nonsensical, but sometimes they can tell us a lot about ourselves, and what's going on in our lives. Tell me about your dreams, Denise. Please."

For the longest time she just stared at the floor, reluctant to say anything. A fine sweat broke out along her forehead and cheeks. I could tell she was in mortal fear of something. It was as if she thought speaking the dreams aloud would somehow make them come true. Finally, clearing her throat, she spoke in hushed tones and hesitantly, "I'm walking alone in an empty city. I have no idea where, nothing looks familiar. There's just a hot wind sweeping down empty streets as I search for someone, anyone...anything to tell me I wasn't alone. There isn't even any paper or any smells blowing on the wind to tell me that people were once here. It was all just empty, hot desolation. Then, I'd hear voices on the wind, and laughter...evil, dreadful laughter all around me. I'd cover my ears and scream to make it stop, but the laughter continues...getting louder. That isn't the worst of it, just below the laughter I hear shuffling footsteps, faintly at first, but growing louder, as if some great, limping...thing was coming closer. I'm scared now. I mean terrified. I know I don't want to see what's coming. I run as fast as I can away from the footsteps, but no matter how fast I go, they get louder. Soon I'm lost. The streets are gone, the city is gone, and I'm surrounded by an empty blackness...and it's cold...you can't believe how cold it is. I stand motionless, like the cold has frozen my feet to the pavement...and I know that whatever was following me is near me, now...and although I can't see anything, I can feel something reaching for me in the dark..."

I thought her dreams would be like mine, weird but strangely erotic. Instead, they were disturbing.

Could I have been doing this to her as well?

Guilt flooded over me as I thought about what I might have done to her. I couldn't look her in the eye, not after what she told me. I just stared at the floor.

After a few moments of silence, she continued, "I tried to tell you about this at the motel, but then you and the others did those things without me, making me watch. I saw the looks on their faces, the love, the joy and the lust you gave them, but were denying me...and I felt more alone and emptier still. I felt I was being crushed into myself, isolated from everyone and everything, even though you all were in the room with me. You were alive, but I was dead. You all have a future and I have...all I have is a cold, empty darkness. Will, I don't want to feel that again."

Tears filled her eyes as she stared at me in abject desperation and fear.

"I'm sorry, Denise. I truly am. I didn't mean to hurt you as badly as I did. It's just that I don't like being lied to, and you lied to me. If you didn't want to get together with Karen and me that time, you could have just told me the truth. I may have been a little hurt by your rejection, but I would have accepted your decision and let it go. Instead, you played me for a fucking fool, lying to me about some hairdresser. I don't even want to talk about how you made me feel by not wearing my chain..."

I didn't finish, stopping when I saw her violently shiver, as if the cold gloom she described from her dreams had suddenly descended over her.

Even without touching her, I could read her mind. Her thoughts played out in my head as clear as tempered glass. She thought I was telling her no, and as such, she was now in total, agonizing despair. She had nowhere else to go, and no one else to turn to in her life. She was, indeed, alone and empty, or so she thought, and her plea to me for inclusion in my life was her last hope at sanity. Now, with what I told her and the way in which I told her, she thought I was rejecting her, and that thought was destroying her.

"Come here, Denise," I said, gently.

Falling into me, I wrapped my arms around her. She felt cold to the touch.

Kissing her forehead, I pushed those feelings of bliss and tranquility into her. Immediately, her shivering stopped, and I felt warmth return to her face.

"There, feeling better, baby?"

She just nodded her head against my chest in response, then cried.

"Look at me." When she lifted her head, I wiped her tears away, and said, smiling thoughtfully, "First, are you wearing my chain?" When she nodded her head, I continued, "Good. That's always been my pact with you, and should tell you that you will always be a part of our lives. That's my promise to you. I will always be there for you, but you must always wear it."

"I haven't taken it off since that one time. I'm so sorry about that."

"I know you are, and I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. All I ask is, from now on, don't take it off, and never lie to me again. Okay? Tell me if you think I'm being a dick or an asshole, even if you think I don't want to hear it, tell me anyway." Kissing her strongly, I reaffirmed my wishes, "Even if you think I don't want to hear you tell me I'm a shitty lay, just tell me the truth."

The fear was gone from her eyes. For a moment, she stared blankly at me before her face scrunched up as she began crying again, but this time they were tears of relief and hope. After a short while, she laughed between all the sobbing, and joked, "You were being an incredible asshole...and a dick...but you are the best, goddamn fuck I've ever had. How's that for truth?"

"Better," I responded, making her smile. Then I asked, "I can tell there's something else bothering you besides loneliness and bad dreams. What is it?"

She hesitated telling me at first, "I didn't want to trouble you and Karen with this, but I filed for divorce. I can't live with Jack anymore. Not with the way things are. I thought I could wait him out, but he's stronger than me..."

"I don't get it, why did you have to 'wait him out?'"

"It's the way divorce laws are structured in the State. Usually the first one to file gets fucked over in court. It's a shitty deal, but that's how the game is rigged. Usually in cases of a long-standing marriage, it's the husband ditching the wife for a younger woman. So the system is set up such that if the guy wants out of the marriage, he pays through the nose in alimony. Unfortunately, it works both ways. So I'll probably get jack shit for alimony." She laughed sarcastically at her intended pun.

"You've got to be kidding. He's a fucking, serial philanderer. How in hell could the court side with him?"

"So am I, Will, he may be worse, but I've had my fun with other men, many others, and he knows it. I don't think he knows about us, but he knows about the others. All the court's going to see is, 'Yeah, he's a dick, she's a slut, and the first to file gets fucked.' So I'm fucked, but I don't care anymore."

"Did your decision to split with Jack have anything to do with what I put you through?"

She hesitated again, fearful of how I would take the answer, but my words about not lying were still hot within her mind, "Yes, and a little no. I've been thinking about it for some time, ever since I got involved with you and Karen. It wasn't until after the thing at the motel that I got the guts to do something about it."

"I am sorry."

She saw the pained look in my face and gave me a sympathetic smile. Now it was her turn to soothe my dampened spirit, "Don't be, Will. Cutting Jack loose was probably the only positive thing to happen for me in weeks."

There was a soft rap at the door before Karen entered. She saw my arms wrapped around our friend, and saw that Denise's eyes were red and bloodshot. Karen quickly closed the door before asking, "What's wrong, Denise?"

"She's divorcing Jack," I answered, not telling her about the other things bothering her.

Karen stood in stunned silence for a moment before reacting to the news, "Oh, come here baby. I'm so sorry, but good for you. I knew you could do it."

They fell into each other's arms, crying.

After a long spell of sobbing, Karen finally asked, "Are you going to be alright, baby?"

"Yes," Denise managed to squeak, but you could sense she was lying.

Denise continued to cry inconsolably. Karen held her close to her breasts while stroking our friend's hair out of love, and looking toward me for answers.

I knew what had to be done, but doing so was probably grabbing the tiger by the tail. Yet, with very little thought, I pronounced, "I think Denise should stay with us until she gets her feet back on the ground."

Denise looked over at me in surprise and wonderment, not anticipating the depth of mercy I bestowed, but welcoming it. Karen's face beamed a glow of love, and probably lust—along with all the altruistic good done with my decision, Karen also knew there would be many fun nights for the three of us from now on.

Both ran to me, gripping me hard. I wrapped my arms around them, crushing them into me. I knew, then, that I made the right decision.

After a while of the group hug, Denise asked the sixty-thousand dollar question, "What happens when Jack finds out about all this? He can be a vindictive asshole when he wants to be. Will, I'm really worried about your job with the company if he finds out you're helping me. Maybe it would be safer if I didn't stay with you."

If that fuck tries anything, I'll put him into a suicidal depression like I just did to his soon-to-be ex-wife. Only, this time it won't be by accident...and I won't pull him out of it, either.

"Nonsense, you're staying with us. Let me worry about Jack and my job. In the meantime, let's have fun tonight. I want to see nothing but dry eyes and smiles from the two of you."

"Shit, the party," Karen said, abruptly, "I almost forgot the reason I came looking for you. There are two young women at the door asking for you."

"What do they look like?"

"Since you ask, kind of creepy, like they just stepped out of the movie 'Twilight.'"

That could only mean one thing, Holly and her friend had arrived.

"Come on you two, let's go greet our mystery 'vampires' together."

********

Holly and her friend were standing in the foyer, looking around. Holly's friend wore a bored expression.

Walking over to them, I had an arm wrapped around Karen and Denise each, who were flanking me. Dressed as they were, looking ravishing as ever and with me in between, I couldn't help feeling a little like Hugh Hefner, greeting guests at the Playboy mansion.

Holly looked the same as the last time I saw her: pale skin covered with tattoos, black hair and dress, save for a silver crucifix and numerous ear and nose studs, and looking just as emaciated as ever. With her thin, hawk-like features and black attire, she appeared every bit like a starved crow.

Her friend was a bit taller than Holly, and heavier. She wore a black two-piece, the pants of which hugged low around her hips, and combined with the short blouse she wore, exposed a small roll of belly fat around her midsection. Other than the small roll—which I didn't mind, I liked plump women—she bore two, very noticeable turn-offs, at least for me. First was her flaming pink hair, cropped close to the scalp in back, but cut longer in front and at the sides; the second turn-off was a boldly lettered tattoo, inked between her belly button and waist that read, EAT ME, in pink letters with heavy black outlines.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 18



The 'eat me' girl was the first to notice me with Karen and Denise. She just rolled her eyes and looked away toward the front door—I'm not sure if she knew who I was, but obviously she found the situation ridiculous.

Oh well, so much for 'The Hef' persona.

When Holly spotted me, she began talking in rapid, high-pitched tones, "Oh hey. Hope we're not late. We got lost on the way over here. Fucking Google maps, it totally sucks donkey dong if you don't put in the right address."

"No, you're right on..."

"Who are these two?" Holly asked, cutting me off with her rapid speech while looking Karen and Denise up and down. It was obvious she was high on something, "I bet this is the 'hers' and 'hers' you bought those presents for, isn't it, Mr. Hers and Hers?" She paused long enough to giggle, then sticking out a hand toward Denise, she continued, "Hi, I'm Holly. I sold Will those plugs. Are you the little Missus, or the Ms. Hers?"

Denise took Holly's hand hesitantly—probably afraid Holly might be contagious. Not knowing what Holly was talking about, but being too polite not to answer, Denise responded with confusion, "I guess I'm the Ms. Hers..."

Holly didn't let her finish as she shifted her hand over to Karen, "You must be Mrs. Hers? Am I right, or aren't you married, Will? Is she still a Ms. Hers? Oh, doesn't matter. You two are really lucky girls. Although, when I first saw Will's...you know...thing...I just about shit in my pants. And then trying to do it with that gigantic plug in...I..."

"Excuse me, who are you again?" Karen interrupted.

It was a rhetorical question meant to shut Holly up, and said with obvious, dripping sarcasm and irritation—at least obvious to the mildly cognizant, Holly didn't qualify at the moment. I'm not sure whether Karen's irritation was due more to Holly's doped up brashness and babbling goofiness, or that I would be stupid enough to fuck the doped up, babbling idiot in the first place, let alone invite her home, afterwards.

I didn't have to wait long to find out, as Karen turned to me, saying, "Jesus, I must have really pissed you off."

"Yes you did," I said, giving her a stern look, reminding her why I fucked the babbling idiot in the first place. She quickly looked back at Holly, and away from my gaze.

Not recognizing Karen's irritation—or mine now, thanks to Karen—Holly foolishly tried to answer the rhetorical, "I'm Holly. I work at Tammie's Toys. You know, the adult toy store. I sold Will those plugs and vibrators. Hey, Will said you guys are having trouble keeping the plugs in, and I can see why given Willy boy's size...I have a surefire suggestion..."

Seeing that Karen was close to apoplexy, and one more hair-brained comment away from bitch-slapping Holly into the next county, I interrupted, "Okay, okay, we can talk about the plugs later. Why don't you introduce us to your friend."

Holly slapped her forehead. Clutching at her friend's arm, while leaning against her in a friendly manner, she said, apologetically, "Shit, I'm sorry Raven. I forgot you were here. I'm such a ditzy asshole when I'm buzzing." Turning back toward us, but still leaning her head against her friend's shoulder in an affectionate manner, Holly said, "This is my friend, Raven. I've been shacking up with her ever since I left Ben..."

"Ben? Who's Ben?" I asked, still confused.

Holly pointed to her tattoos, while saying, "You know, my fuck-stick boyfriend...well, ex-fuck-stick boyfriend. Raven's been just so very rad letting me stay with her while I get my head on straight...just as long as I put out," she finished with a wink.

"Please, Holly, you'll shock the Babbitts," Raven interjected with droll sarcasm.

Now that she'd been introduced, and for the remainder on our time at the front door, Raven went out of her way to ignore Karen, Denise and I—the Babbitts in her eyes—and continued talking directly to Holly as if the three of us weren't there.

I got the impression that in Raven's mind, anyone with a mortgage was a Babbitt. Besides the 'interesting' tattoo and hairstyle, Raven also took a very purposefully dry, sarcastic attitude toward life, going out of her way to project a tedious air of arrogant condescension toward others. It was as if she were above all the mundane proprieties of a civilized society: such as being polite, treating strangers with a modicum of respect, or at least looking people in the eye before setting about insulting them. She, of course, demanded these things from others, without question, and became snippier and more condescending when you didn't treat her with the respect she thought she deserved.

"Let's just go. This looks lame-oid. Real George and Myra Babbitt meet Larry Flint," she said to Holly, prosaically.

"No, we just got here," Holly whined back, almost under her breath as if she were embarrassed that I could hear their conversation, "I told you about what happened in the back of the store, this will be fun."

It was a cryptic reference to our time together, of which Raven seemed unimpressed, rolling her eyes at the reference. She continued talking with Holly while looking past the three of us, and into the living room full of guests. "It looks like a scene from the Dawn of the Walking Dead in there. Don't they know anyone younger than forty?" She paused for a second, before going bug-eyed with surprise, "And look at that guy with the white hair. Jesus, he must be the Crypt Keeper. There's no way he can get it up without Viagra and a crane. This whole thing feels so much like a fifties, Felliniesque surreal nightmare it's scary. It's like we just got dropped into a poorly made, Italian porn movie somewhere south of the second circle of Hell."

She may be an arrogant cunt, but at least she got the Dante reference correct. I'll give her that much.

It was obvious her comment about the 'Crypt Keeper' was in reference to Jack. The three of us looked at each other and almost laughed. Not so much at the snide remark, but at the situation we found ourselves. Each of us wanted to take turns beating the shit out of Raven, but we didn't want to risk spending the rest of the day getting booked for felony assault.

Holly cut off her friend's diatribe, "Hush, Raven, you promised you'd be nice."

Raven rolled her eyes again, then looked at Holly incredulously, "Oh come on, Holly. You really want to make it with the Crypt Keeper?" Before Holly answered, Raven blurted, "No offense, but what is that guy, about eighty?" Although she didn't have the decency to make eye contact, it was clear the question was meant for me.

I didn't want to tell her that Jack was only eight years older than I was, instead I played along, "Actually, I think he's older. I don't think he needs a crane, but he has been on a Viagra I-V drip since this morning."

Raven just rolled her eyes, and said, "Whatever."

She didn't want to play along. She really was a drip.

"Hey, nothing's keeping you here. Sorry it didn't work out," I said, as I opened the door for them to leave.

"No, wait," Holly quickly said, and with real panic in her voice.

This time, she pulled Raven outside and onto the front porch, away from us so that we couldn't hear their exchange. The three of us stood in the doorway watching the Goth girls argue.

The conversation was a heated, back-and-forth ordeal that was going on now for about a minute. When it looked like Holly was gearing up for an even longer debate by lighting up another smoke, I finally said, "Enough of this shit. In or out girls..."

"In!" Holly yelled, pulling Raven along with her.

As they made their way into the living room, Raven continued yammering, "I don't believe this. It's worse than I thought...oh my god, is that Klimt? Figures he'd be on the walls. He's so over-rated, although some Babbitts think he's edgy...and I'm out of here if the Keeper so much as looks at me..."

Denise whispered sarcastically to Karen, "Well, isn't she too cute with her 'eat me' tattoo and little, pink bob."

Karen responded in kind, "Yes, I just wonder if the carpet matches the drapes."

Karen and Denise giggled to themselves as they made their way back to the others.

I scanned the living room full of guests, counting heads. Now that the two Goth girls had arrived, it looked like all the invitees were here and that it was time to administer the elixir. I was about to make my way into the kitchen and get the spiked Sangria, when Lisa Grant came up to me with a panicked look.

I noticed that 'look' earlier, right after Jackie and Cecilia showed up. What with Candice and Denise also here, Lisa's light bulb must have finally gone on, seeing all my other motel playmates congregating in the living room, with most of them provocatively dressed like Karen.

"I need to talk to you," Lisa said in a harsh whisper.

Back to the study I went.

Lisa barely waited for me to close the door, asking in the same harsh whisper, "What kind of party is this?"

"It's kind of late in the game to be asking questions now, don't you think? I told you to leave Barbara home."

"Not just Barbara, I should have stayed home. I don't want to be a part of any orgy!"

"What are you talking about? You've been a part of an orgy almost every other night for the past few weeks. The only difference is that there're more men here."

"That's a big, flipping difference. One of those men happens to be my husband..."

"And what about Bob," I began rhetorically, cutting her off, "Don't you think he could use something like this. I mean he works his ass off for you, day and night. And in all that time, you've been fucking me, fucking the other fuck bunnies, even fucking your own daughter. Don't you think you owe him this?"

She flinched when I reminded her about what she had done with Barbara. Lowering her eyes in shame, she declared, "That can't happen again."

"That's right. That's why you're going to send Barbara home. Then you're going to give Bob some room to move, because he deserves it. Think of the look on his face when you, and maybe Darcy, give him that oral delight I know you're so good at. I won't even mention what it would be like having Cecilia 'French' your pussy while Bob slam-fucks you doggy style, moving from pussy, to mouth, back to pussy again. Hmm? Almost Heaven on Earth."

She stood silently for a moment, thinking about what I said, all of it. Finally, she answered in frustration, almost to herself, "Oh, who am I fooling? Bob's never going to go along with it. You don't know him like I do. He's way too uptight and straight-laced..."

"So were you until recently. Tell you what, first get Barbara out of here, and don't tell Bob what's going on. Just wait and see what happens. If it looks like he's going to have a problem with it, then the two of you can leave before things really start to boil over."

She still wasn't sure.

"There's one more plus in this, Lisa. If Bob does join in, it kind of gets you off the hook for all the other stuff you've been doing. Just in case he ever finds out, you could always say it all started after the orgy. He'll have a harder time staying pissed at you."

"You think so? You think he wouldn't get mad about...you know...you and me, and the others, if he finds out?"

"Oh, he'll get pissed alright, but if he thinks it happened after today, he won't stay pissed enough to dump you. Trust me. I've had some experience with that lately."

She smiled at that, "Okay, I'll try. But we're leaving if he starts freaking out."

When Lisa opened the door, we found Karen waiting for us in the hall. Lisa breezed past Karen and back into the living room without even looking at her. Karen ignored Lisa in the same manner.

Such a shame, two good friends now treat each other like complete strangers.

I watched as Lisa made her way over to Barbara, who was talking with the Goth girls, and began what looked like a spirited conversation with her daughter.

"Anything wrong?" Karen asked.

"We'll see in a minute. Watch what Barbara does."

After a couple of minutes of mother-daughter verbal parrying, Barbara snatched offered car keys out of her mother's hands and stormed out of the house.

Karen watched Barbara leave, and said under her breath, "She shouldn't have come in the first place. Lisa is such a dumb, fucking bitch."

Another crisis diverted. Maybe I am what Jack called me at the office, 'a fucking miracle worker.' If not that, then someone 'upstairs' sure favors me.

********

I wrapped an arm around Karen and kissed her cheek. "Glad that's over. I don't think I can take another heart to heart in the study. Give me a hand passing out the Sangria. It's about time we get this thing started before anything else happens."

"Okay, but I'm still trying to figure out how you're...," she started to ask the infernal question, but stopped when she saw the look I was giving her. "Never mind," she concluded.

I had Karen give everyone a wine glass while I poured. She was a bit unsure why I was going through this kind formality instead of letting people help themselves as we usually do, and she was really perplexed when I made it out to the others that it was a kind of a Henry Family tradition to have an opening, celebratory toast to any large gathering of family and friends.

I made the toast a point of honor for some of the guests who were not big drinkers, or were teetotalers, like Phil Thompson or Sara and Rashid Farzaneh. In this way, everyone would feel obligated to have at least one glass.

Once everyone had a glass of spiked wine—all except for Karen and me, I had prepared two untainted glasses of wine for us, earlier—I tapped my glass, getting everyone's attention and gave a perfunctory toast. I mentioned things about good friends getting together, good health and long lives, and may the three always be joined together, or some such salutation. Since we were coming close to the longest day of the year, I think I even said something mystical and pagan about the Summer Solstice—but I can't remember what, exactly.

One thing I am sure of was the curious division that developed between the guests. It was obvious that everyone was splitting into two natural cliques, those in the 'know,' who already had been initiated with the elixir, and those who were still proverbial 'virgins.'

During the toast, the faces of those two groups stared back at me. Comically, the virgin half were probably wondering what I was planning on serving for dinner, while the initiated half were wondering when we'd start fucking. Surprisingly, there was little difference between their gazes—those looking toward food or those looking to fuck—both were looks of hunger.

I was happy to see everyone downed their glass. I opened another bottle of wine, untainted this time, and refilled the glasses of those who wanted more. After which, I sat back to watch how things would develop.

I wasn't going to do anything to help it along or worry about anything that might go wrong, as I'd done in the past. Instead, I was curious to see how events within the large group dynamic would transpire on their own.

As what usually occurs, about ten minutes after taking the drug I could see, hear and feel an increased raucousness in the guests, augmented by loud, raunchy talking and even louder, boisterous laughter. Many of the guests fanned themselves, as if there were an increase in the temperature of the room, and some asked if I could turn up the air conditioning.

About twenty minutes in, somebody put on music—one of my old, old albums—then turned up the volume when the song, 'Don't Fear the Reaper,' began playing.

Sara Farzaneh started dancing the minute she heard the song, moving more toward the center of the room and a little bit away from the group she was with. At first it was your typical dancing to a good rock melody, as she moved her body—hips, arms, legs and head—in time and to the beat of the quick rhythm of the song.

At first, no one was paying much attention to her as she gyrated in place, except for her husband. He stood with his arms neatly folded along his chest, smiling as he watched her. When she caught him watching her intently, she trained her eyes directly at him and began dancing more seductively with an obvious Middle-Eastern flare.

I knew it was only a matter of a few minutes before things would get going. Taking Karen by the hand, I pulled her away from the group she was talking to, and sat down in the lounger with her on my lap.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Just watch," I said, so no one but Karen could hear.

Karen's eyes briefly scanned the room before she caught sight of Sara.

Sara was truly doing a dance of seduction. Teasing her husband with a brief show of thigh or shoulder, or running her hands slowly up and down her body, then taking longer pauses to cup her breasts or squeeze her buttocks playfully, before shifting them back above her head as she slowly turned about. Her eyes radiated a deep violet and remained trained on Rashid, even when she pirouetted; snapping her head back around the way ballerinas are taught, then catching him with seductive, sideways glances, wide-eyed with slightly opened mouth, and always wetting her lips slowly with her tongue as she ended her turn facing him. She would pirouette like this, moving ever closer to him at the end of each turn, but before he could playfully grab at her, Sara would pirouette out of his reach, teasing him further.

The men closest to Sara and Rashid saw how Sara was dancing, and offered their own brand of encouragement by clapping and hooting loudly to Sara's lewd display. This brought the attention of everyone else, and soon all eyes were trained on Sara, and her dance of seduction.

It was then that all things became clear to Karen. Whispering into my ear, she guessed correctly, "You put something in the Sangria." She waited for me to nod my head, before asking, "What is it?"

"Just sit and watch for a while. Then we'll talk."

By this time, Rashid was sporting a pretty noticeable hard-on, evidenced by a very large, obscene bulge in his pants that he didn't even try to cover up.

Sara definitely noticed it, because she would take a break from her slow pirouettes, to dance closer to him, brushing her hip or buttocks across his crotch before dancing away again.

In her slow maneuvers with her husband, she teased him unmercifully. If he attempted to grab or even touch her with his hands, she would stay at a distance from him. However, when she slowly approached him, and he remained still with his hands at his sides, she would linger, and continue to covertly rub at his crotch with a part of her lower torso—hips, ass, or pubis. In the end, she made him a static, tortured pawn in her dance, where he couldn't act on his impulses or even move, but could only stand, motionless and accept whatever she gave him.

By now, most everyone had noticed the front of Rashid's pants, and clapped and hooted louder, encouraging Sara to gyrate faster and longer against her husband's front. I heard fun, half-hearted calls for Sara to give him a lap dance, and even brasher, more serious calls for her to strip while doing it. Sara ignored the more obscene requests, but branched out her seductive dance to include the other men in the room; making and holding eye contact as she slowly pirouetted, and always running her hands lewdly over her breasts or down her thighs as she rubbed herself against each of the men in turn.

So far, the dance was done all in good-natured fun, with only a little, over-sexual drama added in as she rubbed her body against the other men; and all done, I might add, with a wink, nod, and giggle from the wives of the men Sara danced for.

It was then I noticed an eerie similarity between Sara and what I've seen of Karen—both at times when Karen and I were having sex with others, as well as with the Karen of my dreams. Maybe it was the way the overhead lights reflected off her face, but Sara's skin became lighter in shade, almost corpse-like in its paleness—odd, given the natural darker tone of her skin. I didn't think anyone having her olive completion could even remotely appear so white. Somehow, the shading from the light also made her eyes appear as sunken, black voids, and combined with the over accentuated grin she sported—flashing white teeth seemingly unhindered by any lips—from my vantage, her face took on the appearance of a grinning skull sitting atop a dancing torso.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 18



I looked around quickly at the others, seeing if anyone else noticed Sara's changed appearance, but they all continued to laugh, clap and bellow howls of lust and fury as if nothing strange was occurring. When I looked back at Sara, the macabre vision was gone.

It was at that moment when diminutive Darcy Monroe moved out from behind the crowd of guests toward the center of the room, parroting Sara's dance. Just as with Sara, Darcy's skin appeared corpse-like pale to me, her head, with sunken eyes and bright teeth, skeletal in appearance. It all lasted a brief moment before her looks and skin returned to normal—transforming back before my eyes.

I asked Karen, "Did you see that?"

Karen was clapping and laughing along with the others. Her eyes remained glued to the two dancers, as she responded, absentmindedly, "See what?"

It was obvious I was the only one who saw the phenomena, if it actually occurred. As such, I put it out of my mind, rationalizing it as another psychotic episode brought on by the elixir.

Although you didn't take the elixir, dummy. What the fuck is going on?

The song that had started things rolling was over. Now there was a rock ballad of slower tempo playing. The spectators had gathered in a full circle enclosing the two dancers. All eyes were trained on them, as Sara and Darcy danced close together, almost romantically in the middle of the throng.

Sara had taken on the more masculine role. Wrapping her arms around her smaller partner, she pressed Darcy's back tight against her front as if doing a tango. They moved as one, shuffling their feet and shifting their hips together in a slow circle.

As the two made their slow turn around, Sara continued to tease all the men—and some of the women—by locking eyes with the nearest spectator in front of her and running her hands all along Darcy's front, occasionally lingering on her breasts, cupping them softly with the palms of her hands or pushing them together at their sides, before shifting her hands lower along Darcy's stomach, and even lower down and along her thighs.

Howls erupted from all the guests each time Sara coyly ran her hands across Darcy's breasts, while some renewed their desire to have Sara strip Darcy of her blouse.

This time, Sara complied with the salacious requests, and slowly, teasingly unbuttoned Darcy's blouse down to her navel. Running her fingers one last time down Darcy's front, Sara then pulled open Darcy's blouse, revealing for everyone's approval Darcy's pink and white, lacy bra and ample cleavage.

The throng was ecstatic, but what happened next almost pushed them into feverish exultation.

Darcy's nipples, hard and erect, stood out noticeably against the sheer fabric of the bra. Sara teased those nipples, as well as everyone watching, by running her palm over them in slow circles, making them harden further. Sara augmented the erotic display of the dance by pressing Darcy's breasts together, making them bulge forward lewdly as she continued to pinch and rub Darcy's nipples with her fingers. Darcy, feeling the heat of the moment, lifted her arms up and behind her, then running playful hands through Sara's raven colored hair. With Sara's hands clutching Darcy's breasts, and Darcy's fingers entwined in Sara's locks, they tipped their heads to each other and kissed. It was brief, but openmouthed, and oh, so erotic as their tongues lightly caressed. Cell phone cameras flashed from various points around the room.

"I think all the guys just shot a load in their pants," Karen whispered.

"And half the women," I whispered back with a chuckle.

One of those taking pictures and loudly urging the dancers on was Darcy's husband, Carl. He was close to stripping a gear watching his wife's willing acceptance as subordinate in a pseudo-lesbian, erotic dance.

When she heard Carl's voice urging them on and to further the disrobement of his own wife in front of others, Sara crooked a finger at him as an invitation to join them within the circle. Sara then turned Darcy around so that the two women faced each other, and just as Carl slid up behind his wife in order to grab her, Sara nudged Darcy down onto her knees. Sara then loosely wrapped her arms around Carl's neck, and the two shifted their hips about as if in a slow dance. Darcy stayed on her knees, just laughing at her predicament—her head sandwiched between their groins—but doing nothing more at the moment.

I could tell the elixir had yet to assume control over the guests, as the strong societal restraints against openly sexual displays still held everyone's primal urges in check. I imagined that because of the large size of the group, the restraints against doing things out of the ordinary were stronger than with a smaller one. The large group was much like a great rock teetering on the edge of a precipice, sitting immoveable for centuries. Then, something unusual occurs—maybe a faint vibration from a distant earthquake or even the weight of a person leaning against it—then it all gives way. The great rock crashes off the cliff, now unstoppable.

I chose this moment to nudge that boulder over the cliff, and to show Karen the extent of our powers. I whispered to Karen, "Watch Rashid."

At first, Rashid wasn't looking or doing anything different from the other guests, just laughing, clapping and howling. Suddenly, he moved behind his wife, pressing his groin hard into her ass. Feeling Rashid's hard bulge in her backside, Sara turned slightly sideways. Putting an arm around her husband, she kissed him deeply.

Karen asked, surprised, "How did you know Rashid would join them?"

"Now watch Darcy," was my only response.

Darcy was still on her knees, facing Sara, with Carl and Rashid flanking her. Then slowly, yet deliberately she unzipped the two males' pants as if it were the most natural thing to do. With only a little trouble, she pulled out their hardened members for all to see.

The crowd was suddenly stunned into silence. No one in the room moved or even breathed. There was Darcy looking up into Sara's eyes for a frozen moment, Carl and Rashid standing stiffly looking down at their stiff cocks a scant inch from Darcy's cheeks. Still looking up into Sara's eyes, she winked, then pulled Rashid's throbbing cock into her mouth.

The frozen silence was finally broken when Gabby slowly, but loudly, exclaimed, "Oh! My! God!"

The boulder was loosed.

With that, Sara dropped to her knees, drawing Carl into her mouth, and the two women feverishly sucked on their chosen cocks, side by side.

One by one, the other guests began groping anyone and everyone next to them. Only the sound of garments ripping and squeals of delight from most of the women could be heard.

Karen watched the growing, sensual chaos in amazement. Then, turning to me with a look of awe, she said in a harsh whisper, "You did this." It was stated as fact, but still sounded like a question.

I nodded, then kissed her. She was about to ask me more, but I cut her off, saying, "Come, there are some things we need to talk about."



Beetlesmith's Ch. 19



As promised, here is the latest installment of my Beetlesmith's tome. This chapter turned out to be much longer than I had anticipated, and, as such, I had to break up the Henry orgy into two manageable sections, this one, and the next.

A warning to casual readers, as with much of my writing, these next two chapters touch on a number of different sexual subjects, double penetration and rimming being the most prominent outside the 'usual' adult, sexual practices. Also, I should add that there is one husband within the merry band of orgy participants who is a cuckold, and there is a degree of male bisexuality that is briefly touched upon very late in the chapters. None of these subjects are treated gratuitously, at least in my opinion, and fall well within the boundaries of the plot and the motivations of the characters I've set within the story so far. I believe all these sexual subjects, whether talked about briefly or elaborately, add another dimension to the plot, particularly as Karen, with Will's help, begins to exercise control over the other partygoers using her newfound powers. Plotting and characterization aside, however, if some of these subjects cause you to throw your skirt over your head and make you go screaming into the woods, then don't bother reading further.

Lastly, I wish to extend another big thank you to Bella Mariposa, who edited an early draft of these chapters.

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I lead Karen upstairs, well out of earshot of the others.

Once we got to our bedroom, Karen let fly with a bevy of questions. The most prominent, but probably what I thought the least significant, being, "What the fuck did you just do?"

"I gave them a very powerful aphrodisiac. It's a drug called 'The Elixir.' And you guessed correctly, it was in the Sangria."

A flash of anger crossed her face, before she said, "Now everything makes sense. You've been using this on me all along."

"No, and that's the most important thing you have to understand. We've only taken the drug a few times, once with Gloria, once with Jackie, and then the dinner party with Denise and the others."

"Jesus," she exclaimed, "Where did you get it?"

She was still concentrating on the least significant questions. It frustrated me a bit.

"That's not important right now. What is important is that you understand how it works and what it does..."

"I can see what it does. It turns everyone into rabid sluts in heat."

I laughed sarcastically, before responding, "No you don't understand, not really. Turning everyone into 'rabid sluts in heat' is just a part of what it does."

"What do you mean?"

Better; I had her attention.

"Think back over these past months. Remember all those days of our heightened libido, all those morning and evening 'twofers' of yours, those Saturdays with Denise, that time in the car with that girl, Beth, our romp with Barbara and all yours subsequent when you were doing her behind my back. We were never under the drug's influence during those times."

She thought about my words. At times, muttering to herself in frustration, as if doing some mental calculation where the numbers weren't adding up. Finally, she said in exasperation, "It doesn't make sense. That Beth person wasn't on the aphrodisiac, nor Barbara? What about that time with..." she choked on the words before finishing, "That time you were with Barbara and Lisa?"

I just shook my head.

She responded, incredulously, "I can't believe that. You mean mother and daughter just naturally started having sex with each other without this elixir thing? Lisa's sicker than I thought."

"Don't blame Lisa. If anyone was sick, it was me. At the time, I was sick with rage at you. Pissed at everyone, really...pissed at the whole world. So, I lashed out by making both of them have sex while you could only watch."

"Would you make some goddamn sense, how could you just make them, without this...this drug?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, and what you need to understand. I did it with my mind, with just a thought, just like I did moments ago with Rashid and Darcy." I let that declaration sink in, before continuing, "Do you really think Darcy would just start sucking another man's cock in front of her husband and his wife, in front of everyone? Elixir or no, she would need a push to do something so brazen at the start. I commanded her by putting the thought in her head, and she acted on that command." 

Karen yelled with incredulity, "Oh bullshit! You don't really believe that, do you? And if you do, then you're insane."

"Am I?" I almost lashed out at her insolence, but I held my anger in check. Instead, I punished her with the truth, "You have the ability as well. You just don't realize it yet. Think about all your times diddling Barbara behind my back. Do you really think a young, innocent girl would just naturally play a dog...eating off the floor...drinking out of the toilet...drinking your piss...eating your..."

"Stop!" she screamed, while clamping her hands over her ears.

Recounting her deplorable acts—and they weren't the most dangerous things she did to Barbara, just the most distasteful—recounting them in the open and in the full light of day, she collapsed down onto her knees in wretched, mortal embarrassment and shame, weeping uncontrollably at what she had done to an innocent girl.

I sat on the floor next to her, pulling her close. She grabbed me hard, nearly crushing the breath out of me as she laid her head against my chest and continued to cry.

Finally, through stuttering sobs, she asked, "How could you still love me after knowing that?"

I kissed her hair, and said with quiet conviction, "Because I do, and always will."

That sent her into another uncontrolled fit of crying. I tried comforting her as best I could, but it didn't help much. Between sobs, she continued to mutter, repeatedly, "How could I have done that to her? How could you still love me?"

Slowly, as she put herself through her mental torment, Karen had come to the cold, logical realization that I spoke the truth. It wasn't Barbara and her exploring themselves together; feeding off some collective dynamic that pushed the envelope of human depravity well past even any abnormal standards. It was just Karen, herself, manipulating Barbara to do those things. Their 'shared' depravity was really just Karen's, alone, and she trembled at that knowledge.

After she quieted, I continued, "I don't know how, but using the elixir has given us a mental power beyond anything I could ever conceive. I don't think it's as powerful in you as in me, but you do have the power, as well. Your tryst with Barbara proves that. Now you know why I put you through hell these past few weeks. I wasn't doing it just to punish you, but to force you to learn control over your emotions, and over your darker nature."

She asked, "What about the others? Denise, Jackie, do they have this power as well?"

"No, and I don't understand why it's only affected you and me. That's why we have to be careful. We can't let our arrogance get away from us. We can't let our darker natures loose as long as we have this power. It will harm others, if not physically then mentally. It could even destroy us in the end."

She asked with wide-eyed innocence, "Do you have a dark nature, like me?"

I smiled that she thought so highly of me, "That's sweet of you to ask that, but yes, I do as well. Even 'Saint' William has dark thoughts. We all do, Karen. It's human nature. Regrettably, I've unleashed my dark nature a couple of times. One of those times was in anger toward you, when I used Barbara and Lisa as tools of punishment, and for that, I'm asking you for your forgiveness and for your help. I can never do that again. You must help me control my dark nature just as I'm helping you control yours."

"I understand," she answered, thoughtfully. "I wish you'd have told me sooner, though."

"How? What could I have said before that you would have believed? If I came to you with this when it first happened, the elixir, our new abilities, you would have tried to have me committed. I needed to show you these things, and make you experience them yourself. Hell, even then you almost didn't believe me."

She nodded agreement.

Once I opened the Pandora's Box in relation to the elixir, I decided to extend the tour of some of its other contents.

"There are other side effects besides enhanced mental abilities," I continued, "The most obvious one you've noticed already."

She raised a knowing eyebrow before commenting, "Yeah, the kielbasa you call a dick, which is now about fourteen inches long. This drug is every guy's wet dream. It turns every chick into a bitch in heat, while making your cock huge. What does the girl get out of all this?"

"She gets the kielbasa anywhere the guy wants to put it," I retorted, laughingly. "Don't get all sanctimonious on me. I didn't hear you complaining about the kielbasa before now, so it seems it's every chick's wet dream, as well."

"Well, if it gets any bigger..."

"If it gets any bigger, we'll just have to take more time and use more lube before slipping it in somewhere."

"Easy for you to say," she said, laughingly, "You're not the one trying to fit a double meat, deli salami through an opening made for a cocktail wiener." She giggled to herself before continuing, "It's not the length, Sir, but how thick it is that's really becoming the problem. I've compared it the other night; the goddamn thing is as big around as my forearm at the widest part, and just as long. My goddamn forearm!"

I joked, "Just thinking about it makes you squirt, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" she responded with an embarrassed giggle. Then she got serious again, "I mean it, Sir, if it gets any thicker you might as well forget about blowjobs, because your tool isn't fitting in that placewithout pulling teeth."

"I guess I'll have to find some hot grannies with dentures, then."

"Funny. Go ahead and make jokes, but before long, if it continues to get bigger, anal sex won't be much fun for me either, no matter how much lube we use."

"No more butt fucking? Now you arescaring me," I joked at first, before telling her it was also my fear, "I agree with you. I don't want this thing getting any bigger, either. That's why I've decided you and I won't be taking the drug any longer, among other reasons. Without the drug, the growth should stop."

"Will it?"

No, not so far anyway, which was another worry.

I shrugged my shoulders, and told her a half-lie, "It's too soon to tell, but I don't see why not."

After voicing her fears about my changing physical nature, I hesitated telling her the rest; telling her about the same dreams we've been having and the nightmares plaguing Denise, about my growing callousness and disregard for others feelings and well-being, about the fact we could project emotions and visions other than lust into the others, about my vision outside of Beetlesmith's that day, and so many of the other minor peculiarities outside the realm of normalcy and logic that I've experienced. It was all too much to tell at the moment. Instead, I gave her the opportunity to vent her anger at me at what I had done. "Well, now you know. I happened onto this thing at a time in our marriage when we weren't setting the night on fire. And to tell you the truth, I felt, deep down, I was losing you. I was desperate to try anything that would spark your desire in me again. Stupid, I know. I know now I should have told you about it, at least after that first time with Gloria. Maybe then, things would have been different between us without the drug, if you had known my thoughts about losing you."

I stared at her face. A small tear slowly made its way down her cheek, as she stared back at me, doe-eyed. Smiling at her, I wanted to kiss her more in that moment than at any other time in our marriage. She was forgiving me, unconditionally. Taking her hand gently in mine, I rubbed a thumb across her knuckles, while saying, "You're being too easy on me. This may be your only chance to kick my ass for being so stupid."

"What you did...with the drug, I mean...this is about...about him, wasn't it?"

"It was about a lot of things that were going on in our marriage at the time. He was never a factor. Most of all, I wanted you to desire me again, as you did when we were first married. I just wanted it to be like it was."

She blinked once to clear the water from her eyes, and said, "You dope, you should know you could never lose me. I love you and I always will!" With that, she pressed her lips to mine, and we fell into each other as if it was the first time. After a while, she added, "And I can't lie to you. I like what's been happening to us. So there it is. I can't be mad at you although I should be, because being mad at you would make me the worst kind of hypocrite. That said, I just hope what we're experiencing doesn't go any further. I like taking you up the ass too much to just quit."

I laughed at her self-deprecating joke, before agreeing, "I hope so, too."

She thought a bit more about what I told her, probably trying to weigh all the conceivable positives and negatives, all of the good, along with the bad caused by the use of the elixir; just as I have been doing these past months. Yet, it was all too much to process at the moment. Instead, she asked with a sigh, "What do we do now?"

Standing up, I pulled her up to me, saying, "I think we should see to our guests. They should be in full swing by now. But first, I'm going to change into my bathrobe."

"Bathrobe? Don't you want to...you know...join in?"

I kissed her deeply, while pushing those thoughts of bliss and tranquility into her mind. Immediately, I felt her arousal begin to percolate. "Of course I do, and so do you. But, for the time being I'm going to continue playing 'The Hef,' and just watch how the others have their fun before joining. I think you should too. Sit in the big chair with me for a while, and learn how to focus your mental abilities. You should get used to using these powers."

"After Barbara, I don't think I should."

"Because of Barbara, I think it imperative you should. It will be good training for you. You have to become aware of what it feels like, and to learn what you can and cannot do."

She still looked at me with apprehension.

"Don't worry. I'll be with you to guide you."

Reassured, she nodded her head before wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply.

I took this moment to slide her skirt off and remove her bikini bra, then said, "Leave the thong on for now. You can be my sultry, mistress Queen, sitting at my side while we watch our toys playing with each other and themselves."

"Speaking of toys, are we like the others? On the drug, I mean."

"No. As I said, we won't be taking the elixir anymore. We're both in our...how should I say it...we're both in our new, natural state."

"Really!" she exclaimed, with surprise.

"Why is that so surprising? How do you feel?"

She reached down into my boxers and stroked my cock lovingly with her fingertips, while saying, "Because it feels like I'm on it. Because I want you to push this down my throat, while I beg you to fuck my cunt. And Master, I want you to keep fucking my pussy and my mouth until I pass out. Then you can start fucking my ass, and keep fucking it until I squirt in Jackie's face, over and over, again."

"Now, I thought I was supposed to do all that to Linda."

"Oh Sir, you're making my pussy drip, again."

"I haven't even started yet."

I almost gave her a full demonstration of the extent of my powers—our powers, really—right then and there. It would have been so easy to show her what I could do, by pushing her into a screaming orgasm with just a touch to her mons. Something held me back, however—vanity, I guess.

I always want her to think it was just me and me alone, without use of the drug or my powers that makes her feel like no one else on the planet could feel. Yes, I am Robo-cock—forever.

"Now, let's gather up all your toys. I'm sure our guests will put them to good use."

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When Karen and I got back to the guests, things were in various states of 'ordered' chaos.

Some of them were fully active in various fuck and suck sessions with various partners, while some, like Gabby and her husband Phil, just played with themselves as they passively watched the actions of the others. It was odd. Neither of them played with the other, but just sat naked on the couch fiddling about at masturbation.

Surprisingly, some guests hadn't committed to anything yet, and were still dressed, frantically looking about. One of those was Mark, hard to believe.

After Karen peeled away from me to deposit her toys around the room, I ventured over to Mark to find out what was wrong. At first, I assumed he didn't get a large enough dose of elixir, and was still within his normal, repressed state.

"Hey man, anything wrong?" I asked.

He was sweating profusely, and his head and hands nervously shifted about as if he was a junky in desperate need of a fix. He responded loudly, like a deaf person who thinks everyone is as hard of hearing as they are. It was obvious he was overly jacked on elixir.

"Wrong? No man, nothing's wrong. Great party! You and Karen always do a great party."

"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm sure the ladies would love to meet you, particularly when you take your pants off. Hey look, there's Jackie. I know she's into you. Why don't you go over there and grab her big tits."

Jackie was on the other side of the room, along with Denise and Mark's ex-wife, Linda. Jackie and Denise were completely naked, their arms around each other as they squeezed the other's buttocks, playfully. Linda wasn't completely undressed. Holding her blouse in a hand, she still had on her bra and slacks. All three were looking down at the other lounger, but I couldn't see at what because they were blocking my view.

"Oh man, you didn't tell me she'd be here," Mark responded, loudly.

"Who, Jackie?"

"No, Linda. I don't know if I can do any of this with her here."

I was confused by his answer. "Sorry man. Karen invited her. But hey, you don't have to fuck her, plenty of other fuckable women here. Why, just look at Sara going to town on Carl and Jack. Boy, she really likes to suck cock. I bet she'd love a third one shoved in her face. And, just whose face is she sitting on, anyway? Why that's Pammy, go on man, forget about Linda and get in the middle of that. Just stick that big dick of yours into Pam's dripping bush. She'll squeal in surprise and delight." 

"It's not that man," he started to say, loudly, then dropping his voice almost to a whisper, "I don't know if I can take watching Linda fuck other guys."

Oh that was it.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I had a hard time watching you fuck Karen, but I got over it, sort of. Look, if I can get over seeing my wife fucking another guy, especially another guy that made her squirt like you did, how much easier will it be for you to get over Linda?"

Just then, as Sara continued to pump their cocks with her delicate hands, both Carl and Jack shot a heavy load into her waiting mouth.

She is good. Got them both off at the same time.

"Well looky there. I think a spot just opened up for you. Go on. Stick your cock right into Sara's mouth."

I thought I had him coaxed off the couch, when Gabby finally made her presence known. She must have been waiting to see the money shot from Jack and Carl, and now she was ready to get down to business.

Strutting around the living room with hands on hips, she announced as if the queen of the orgies had just arrived, "Okay, which one of you peckerwoods is man enough to fill my snatch?"




Beetlesmith's Ch. 19



Nudging Mark, I said, laughingly, "I think you're on, champ."

In a flash, Mark was off the couch, cock in hand. While waving that monstrous tool of his in Gabby's direction, he called, "Hey Gabby, bitch. Come and get it."

It took Gabby a second to see his cock. When she did, a great, openmouthed grin erupted across her face. She flew at him before any of the other women could, while saying with barely concealed excitement in her voice, "Now that's what I'm talking about. Stick that beautiful pole in me baby, and keep stickin' it to me 'til I faint."

Now that Mark was set, I made my way over to Jackie, Linda and Denise to see what was so interesting about our lounger—I just about fell over laughing when I found out.

The three of them had Raven securely tied down to the lounger. She was on her knees in a crouch, with her head down and ass slightly elevated into the air. Her hands were tied behind her back with one of the ladies' skirts. Other skirts and articles of clothing secured Raven's neck, torso and legs to the frame of the heavy chair. Raven squirmed, mightily, but overall, she was immobile. Someone added a personal touch—probably Denise—and scrawled 'Cum Dump' across her forehead in red lipstick.

Coming up between Jackie and Denise, I put an arm around each, and asked with a laugh, "Well ladies, what's up?"

"Jackie kissed me on the cheek, and said in that sultry voice only Jackie could have, "Hey Robo, care to try our new repository?"

While I tried not to laugh, it was Linda who answered my question directly, "We all had enough of her bullshit." Then turning back to Raven, she continued berating the young woman, loudly, "Isn't that right bitch! Everybody got tired of your shitty, little comments! How does it feel?"

Raven struggled against her bonds, while yelling, "You fucking bitches! Let me up, or so help me..."

"Or what, dear," Denise asked rhetorically, "You'll call us names again? What did you call me again, a 'fag hag,' which doesn't even make sense? And, was that before or after you called Linda, 'an uptight Babbitt,' just because she thought your tattoo was a bit too gauche? That is what she called you, isn't Linda?"

"That's right, bitch," Linda yelled down at Raven, "Who's the tied-down, uptight bitch now?"

At that moment, Holly came up and knelt next to her friend.

Her voice full of relief, Raven said, "Oh Holly, thank god."

Holly looked her friend up and down, while straightening Raven's bangs. Sheepishly, she started to say, "Gee, this so sucks donkey, Raven. It's really mean what they're doing to you..."

"I know," Raven started to cry, "Cut me loose so we can get the fuck out of here."

Holly didn't answer right away. Instead, she looked around with an uncomfortable expression. Finally, she said, "Gee, about that Raven...I...ah...I really want to help...really I do...but..."

Just then, Jack slithered up to us.

Denise had her back turned toward him, but she heard his curt, "Denise."

Not turning around to face him, Denise responded with an equally unemotional, "Jack."

Jack's mood brightened when he looked down at Holly, "Ready, Holly hot stuff? Bam-bam Pam's just dying to feel that tongue stud of yours. She's wetter than a March rain."

Holly gave Raven's cheek a quick peck, and said before scampering off with Jack, "Just hold tight for thirty...no, make that forty-five minutes or so. I'll be back."

"Goddamn it Holly, you dumb, fucking, cunt bitch! Come back here and cut me the fuck loose!" Raven yelled after her friend, but to no avail.

After the three women stopped their giggling, Denise bent down close to Raven's ear, "Aw, look who's gone off with the Crypt Keeper. I think it's love. No more 'friend-zees' for you, dear. You're all alone. Now, until you learn some manners you're going to be here a while, so get used to it. Occasionally, someone's going to come along for a little oral attention, so you'd better be extra good. Until then, we've got a little something here to keep you company. Jackie dear, hand me that butt plug and lube."

Denise squirted a liberal amount of lube onto Raven's asshole, and worked the plug in. When it was seated properly, she said, "There, that should keep your fat pussy interested and simmering nicely. Too bad it won't be enough to get you off, but them's the breaks, bitch."

It was the 'Will treatment,' only worse. How long the others will keep Raven tied to the chair is anyone's guess, but given Linda and Denise's ire, it was going to be for a while. I suspect by the time they let her go, Raven will be nothing more than a quivering mass of oversexed Jell-O, ready to sign her life over into perpetual servitude for just a quick finger fuck.

"Remind me never to piss you three off."

Jackie wrapped her arms around my neck, and said, "Hmm, that's not a bad idea. Then we could tie you up and lick you all over until Robo-cock goes pop. Yummy! Speaking of licking, the three of us were about to start a little daisy chain. Care to join us?"

"That does sound like fun, but give me a rain check, sweetheart. I want to see how the other guests are doing, first. No rest for the wicked, as they say."

She kissed me long and hard, before saying, "No rest, but a hell of a lot more fun. We'll be waiting."

As I watched the three head off to another part of the living room, probably in search for that elusive fourth daisy, I caught sight of Lisa and Bob. I was glad to see Bob wanted to stay, though I had little doubt of that once the elixir took effect.

They were with Carl and Darcy, both of whom, given what I saw earlier, seemed to be making the rounds through the other guests rather quickly.

Making up for lost time, I suspect. Someone should tell Darcy you can burn just as many calories fucking as you can running.

Carl and Bob were standing against the wall by the end of the couch, while Lisa and Darcy were on their knees in front of them—a common position tonight for both my male and female guests. Carl's wife, Darcy, was giving Bob a blowjob. One of those slow, down to the nuts, swallow him whole kind. The kind of blowjob exclusively meant to get the guy to come in nut-busting fashion, rather than just get him super hard in order to fuck—in other words, a blowjob the guys love. She was working it well, too. Her lips were tightly clamped around the shaft as she exerted a strong suction, exemplified by her deeply sunken cheeks. Along with a delightfully slow back and forth head bob along Bob's shaft, Darcy had her hands playfully, yet firmly, gripped his ass so that she could pull him in further—masterful.

For the time being, Carl and Lisa were content watching Darcy work her magic.

Asking the group with a perfect Host's aplomb, "So how's everything, guys, things going alright?"

Carl and Bob, grinning from ear to ear, blurted in unison, "Great!" Bob even tried shaking my hand—a nice gesture, but clumsily executed; his eyes were half-lidded and he couldn't see straight. Lisa winked, and mouthed a silent 'thank you' at me. I smiled, knowingly, and winked back. Humorously, while still engaged with Bob, Darcy tried to say something, but it just came out like a disjointed mumble.

Laughing, I was about to say something clever, but Lisa beat me to the punch, "Darcy, honey! Don't you know it's rude to talk with your mouth full?"

Darcy almost spit Bob's cock out trying not to laugh.

Carl, having nothing to do at the moment—not sure why, given Lisa's availability—began asking questions, "So how long have you and Karen been swinging?"

"Oh, it started months ago when a friend was visiting. It was just one of those spontaneous things. We liked it, so we've been putting together bigger parties ever since."

Carl continued with the questions.

I wish Lisa would start sucking him off so he'd shut up.

"What made you invite us? I mean, I thought you had to scan through the classifieds in gash mags, or troll internet sites to find like-minded people. How did you know...well, you know."

"You can thank Bob for the invite."

Bob finally came out of the erotic fog to fain surprise, "Me? What did I do?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you in front of Lisa. I caught you peeking over the fence at Karen and our friend when they were in the backyard."

"You saw me? Oh man...sorry."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I would have done the same myself. The look on your face told me you were ready for something like this."

Lisa got a little pissed at the news, and said as much to Bob, "You were peeking into their windows? All this time I'm thinking you're too tired for sex. Instead, you're out sneaking around, looking in our neighbor's windows and probably whacking off..."

"It wasn't their windows, it was their backyard, and it was only once, by accident..."

Lisa was going to say more, but Bob threw up his hand, as a signal for her to shut up. Lisa ended up mumbling, "I married a peeping Bob."

Bob had a concerned look when he asked, "Will, if this party was planned, why did you invite Barbara?"

Oh man, this is a disaster. I should get out of harm's way and go fuck someone.

Lisa also cringed at Bob's question, and said, coming to my rescue, "That was my fault, Bob. Will didn't invite her. He told me the party was just for the adults, and that Barbara shouldn't attend. I thought by 'adult' he meant there would be drinking, so I let Barb come."

Bob said, before falling back into his erotic fog, "Well, it's a good thing your mother called needing a ride. No telling what would happen if Barb stayed. Fuck the whole thing up."

Lisa rolled her eyes, and sighed in relief.

"Anyway," I said to Carl, hoping to finish off the conversation and get the hell away from them, "I thought if I was going to invite Bob and Lisa, I'd invite you guys and the others as well. It was a risk, but I figured if you guys weren't into it, you'd just leave. No harm, no foul. I rolled the dice, sure...but what the hell."

"Glad you rolled 'em, man," Carl exclaimed, "I mean, Darcy and I never even talk about doing something like this. Not even with each other. Oh, we talked about sex games and role-playing, and some other kinky stuff, just between the two of us, but nothing ever happened. It was getting pretty frustrating, what with Darcy running all the time and not in the mood..."

This time, Darcy did spit out Bob's cock, "What do you mean by, 'not in the mood'..."

"I mean it's been freakin' months since you felt like doing it, and that was only a quick one in the shower."

Darcy struck back, defensively, "Well, it's not like you're some ball of fire either. You're always tired after work..."

"I'm not tired on the weekends..."

Bob put a hand on Darcy's head, and said with severe frustration, "Darcy, honey, what are you doing to me girl? I was getting close. Get back on that thing."

Darcy squeaked a 'sorry,' and went back to her duties.

There was some more chitchat from Carl for a few more minutes—for some reason he didn't want me to leave—when we all heard Bob say, "Here it comes, baby," then groan loudly.

Darcy held Bob's cock it, and just jiggled her head back and forth a bit. Her cheeks, once so shallow and sunken, began to puff out as her mouth filled with cum. Two small trickles leaked out at the corners of her mouth, appearing as thin, white ribbons, making their way down to her chin, and eventually falling softly onto her breasts.

She continued her little head jiggle until she felt Bob's cock momentarily getting soft. When she pulled away, she tilted her head back a bit, keeping the cum from flowing out. Lisa then slid closer to Darcy, positioning her head slightly below her friend. Darcy aimed perfectly, allowing a large glob of cum to fall neatly into Lisa's open mouth.

They both rolled the cum around in their mouths, as if they were cooks tasting the proper seasoning of a soup, before swallowing and smacking their lips to draw out additional flavor.

"Okay Lisa, do Carl now," Darcy said brightly.

I know I'm going to kick myself for this, but I had to ask.

"Just what are you guys doing?"

Darcy answered, as Lisa latched onto Carl's cock, "We're finding out whose cum tastes better. So far, we've done Rashid, Jack, and Bob, of course. So far, Bob's the best. Don't you think so Lisa?"

Lisa, with Carl's cock half way in her mouth, just nodded her head in affirmation.

"Jack's was okay, kind of neutral at first, but the texture was way too thick. Rashid's was a really heavy load, not as thick as Jack's, but way bitter. I think it's his diet. Didn't you think so, Lisa?"

Another head nod.

I took that as my cue to, 'get out of Dodge,' "Interesting. Well..."

Feet don't fail me now.

I went in search of safer fields, and I saw them on the other side of the room.

I made my way over and around various groups sprawled out across the living room, much like a soldier working his way through a minefield.

I noticed the daisy chain girls had found a fourth, and a fifth, daisy. Rashid's face was buried in Linda's bush, tonguing her vigorously, while Sara was doing the same to Jackie. Jackie, whose tastes leaned heavily toward the phallic rather than Sapphic, was sucking on Rashid's balls as she slowly stroked his cock. Denise lovingly attended to Sara, and had the exotic beauty in spasms of pleasure. Linda was having the time of her life, her face buried deep between Denise's legs.

I half thought about joining them, but I caught sight of Karen near the door of my study.

She was tight against Cecilia, having the younger woman backed up against the wall and up on tiptoes. Karen clasped both of Cecilia's hands firmly in her left hand and held them, outstretched, far above her head. Three fingers of her right hand were buried deep in Cecilia's pussy, and she was making the ebony princess slide her body, up and down, along them. Karen nuzzled Cecilia's face, occasionally kissing her lips gently or whispering a soft command into Cecilia's ear. Cecilia's legs trembled in strain and ecstasy.

I stopped to watch the two when I was within earshot of Karen.

Karen brushed her lips across Cecilia's cheek, whispering in a dark and sultry voice, "Do my fingers feel good?"

"Oh yes, Queen Mistress," replied Cecilia, panting.

"Hmm, I can tell, your pussy's dripping. Should I play with your clit, as well?"

"Oh yes, please, Queen Mistress."

Karen smiled at first, and then said absentmindedly, "I think not."

Cecilia whimpered in disappointment at the news, but Karen hushed her, "First, I want you to fuck my fingers like you fuck my Master's cock."

Cecilia shifted up and down a bit faster, but she did it awkwardly, given that she wasn't balanced well on her toes.

Karen laughed brightly, "It isn't the same, is it? Don't my fingers feel the same as Master's cock?"

Cecilia was afraid to say anything, less she hurt Queen Mistress' feelings.

Karen kissed her again, brushing her tongue along Cecilia's lips, "Of course they don't, but they still feel wonderful." On the last syllable of 'wonderful,' Karen pushed her fingers deeper inside, just as Cecilia was dropping down. Cecilia's mouth snapped open. She gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure.

Karen held her fingers fully inside, working them around deep in Cecilia's cunt. Cecilia's legs were trembling to the waves of pleasure.

Just as it looked like Cecilia would come, Karen removed her fingers, "Nope, not the same at all...pity."

Bringing her hand up to Cecilia's mouth, she commanded, "Suck," and as Cecilia opened her mouth, Karen slid all four of her fingers inside, while saying, "Suck on them like you suck on Master's cock."

It was all so eerily familiar to what I had done with Beatrice. Repeatedly, Karen would bring her fingers up to Cecilia's mouth for her to suck on, before inserting them back into her pussy. Then, massaging her insides until Cecilia was nearly climaxing, she would remove them and push them back into Cecilia's mouth. Karen did this until her fingers were coated with a thick film of Cecilia's arousal and saliva.

"Yes," Karen intoned, as if setting the scene, "That's Master's cock you're sucking. Feel it, hard and hot against your tongue? Play with it, now. Flick your tongue across that fat head, and make his cock grow harder and fuller, still. Feel it dear, expanding in your mouth...oh yes, swelling until there's no room left to flick your tongue. Such heartache, now...no more room, but you need more room in that hot mouth of yours. You need to flick that quick tongue faster so that it makes Master's cock explode, filling you with all of his hot, thick cum. And really, isn't that what you want, his hot cum? So, you must open wider, dear."

Cecilia stretched her mouth open as far as she could, allowing Karen to insert her thumb, as well.

"Let your saliva run all along his cock. Bathe him in it...that's wonderful dear, now Master is ready for your pussy. Are you ready for Master's cock?"

"Yes, Queen Mistress!"

Karen easily slid three fingers into Cecilia's pussy, then a forth. The thumb was trickier and Cecilia needed to lower herself in order to widen her stance and spread her legs further so that Karen could insert her whole hand.

There Cecilia squatted. With her back straight against the wall, legs jutted out sideways from her torso and bent at a right angle at her knees, she looked every bit as one of those Egyptian hieroglyphics that decorate a Pharaoh's tomb.

Karen had all fingers and thumb completely inside her pussy. She pushed her hand in a little further, just enough so that Cecilia's inner labia nearly covered all of Karen's knuckles. While slowly rotating her hand, she rapidly shook her arm, causing her fingers and hand to vibrate inside of her.

Cecilia was nearly grunting like a wounded animal at the pleasure and pain. She rocked forward, almost losing her footing, but Karen balanced her by pushing Cecilia against the wall as she pressed her mouth onto Cecilia's.

Long, muffled moans—shrieks of pleasure, really—whose volume were dampened against Karen's mouth, drowned out the sloshing sounds of Karen's rapid massaging of Cecilia's drenched pussy.

Cecilia ripped her hands away from Karen's grip, and grabbed either side of Karen's head for added support. Karen pressed her mouth harder onto her, forcing her tongue deeper into Cecilia's mouth, while she pushed her rotating hand deeper into her pussy. I could see nothing of her knuckles, as she resumed her rapid arm shake.

Karen stared to inch her hand in further, but just then, Cecilia went wide-eyed and snapped her legs around Karen's arm, as if a trap were sprung.

Cecilia remained in her angled crouch, motionless, but I could tell from the way her stomach muscles rolled that she was in perpetual climax. Soon, they slowed their kiss, taking longer and deeper bites at each other's tongue with their lips. They stayed like that, locked against the wall for a little while longer, until Cecilia finally went limp, sliding down the rest of the way to the floor.

Even Karen was breathing hard from the intense eroticism and strain of the ordeal as she whispered one more time, "Is that how Master's cock feels?"

Cecilia only smiled weakly.

When Karen stood up, I put my arm around her, surprising her, "Oh, you scared me. How long have you been here?"

"Long enough. That was amazing."

A satisfied smile crossed her face as she looked down at Cecilia, "It all came so naturally," then kissing me on the cheek, she whispered, "You were right. At least I think I did something...something using my...you know what. I'll tell you about it later."

How much of what Karen did to Cecilia was done with her mind, or just through her growing, expert sexual techniques, was hard for me to guess. If she truly pushed her into that shattering orgasm with the help of her mind, then her powers have grown near to my level. I kept these thoughts to myself, until I learned more from her of what she did and how.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 19



I squeezed her ass, playfully, and asked, cocking an eyebrow, "Queen Mistress?"

She blushed before answering, "I liked the way it sounded when you said it to me. I think I'll have all our concubines call me that from now on. Come on Cecilia, up girl. It's time we join the others. Much more fun awaits us."

Cecilia's legs were still wobbly, so Karen supported her somewhat with an arm. We deposited her with the other daisies.

Karen and I took our intended, ceremonial positions on the big lounger—the Emperor and his mistress Queen—to watch the proceedings for a while.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Mark had finally gotten his head on straight, and was having a hell of a good time on the couch opposite Karen and me. At the moment, Gabby straddled Mark's legs in a 'reverse cowgirl,' feverishly bouncing up and down on his cock. Candice, who I hadn't seen since the toast, straddled Mark's head, and had his face buried deep between her legs.

I still hadn't seen Jack, Pam and Holly, and assumed they were in another area of the house.

Raven was still tied to the other lounger, stewing nicely. A fine, yet obvious film of sweat covered her face and torso. It also looked like someone had already taken advantage of Denise and Linda's human repository, as two thick strands of semen hung from Raven's chin. Due to the sweat and semen, her bangs were matted and stuck to her face and forehead. She had to blow, constantly and forcefully, at her hair, because it kept tickling her nose each time her bangs fell forward across her face. In a word, she was in agony.

When she saw me looking at her, she pleaded for me to let her go, or at least to fuck her. I just shook my head at her, before turning away with a smile. 

Most of the other guests had joined the infamous daisy chain. That is, all except Gabby's husband, Phil, who sat on the opposite end of the couch from his wife and Mark, 'playing' with himself. He wasn't really masturbating, either; it was more like he was holding his cock and balls close to his body. I don't think he had moved since he discarded his clothes after Sara and Darcy's dance.

I whispered to Karen, "What's with Phil?"

She whispered back, "I was going to ask you. I guess he likes to watch."

My attention was drawn back to Mark, Gabby and Candice. Candice had slid off Mark's face and was offering her pussy to Gabby, who was still bouncing along Mark's cock.

Gabby politely refused her offer, saying, "Oh honey, that's just not my style, but you can suck on my titties if you want."

Gabby arched backwards, accentuating her breasts as Candice obliged, clamping her lips down on the closest of Gabby's breasts, while roughly playing with Gabby's other one with a hand.

Gabby wrapped an arm around Candice's head, pulling her closer and crushing Candice's mouth into her tits. Then she called, seemingly to no one in particular, "Slave! It's time."

Immediately, Phil jumped off the couch, knelt down in front of Mark and Gabby, and proceeded to tongue Gabby's exposed clit.

Gabby roughly grabbed a tuft of what was left of Phil's hair, and smeared his face all over hers and Mark's groin, all while saying, "See that cock fucking me good? That's what a man's cock looks like. Tongue his cock as it slides into my snatch, wimp, then suck his balls."

When Gabby let go of his hair, Phil brought his face lower, diving head first into Mark's junk.

Gabby asked, "You don't mind if hubby licks your balls, do you stud?"

"Just as long as he doesn't expect me to do it back to him." Mark responded, scooting himself out and further from the back of the couch so that Phil could draw his balls into his mouth easier.

Simultaneously, Karen and I whispered to each other, "Are you causing that?"

That answered that question.

Karen asked, softly, "Did you know?"

I responded in equally a soft voice, "I had no idea, but it makes sense he's a cuckold, I guess. He was always such a mouse and she was always dominating him, almost to the point of verbal abuse. Who would've thought all those times Gabby was berating him, it was really foreplay."

Karen laughed, and said, "You know, that's what's always been missing at these things, a little guy on guy action for the ladies."

"Women really want to watch two guys getting it on?"

"Some would. Me, for example, and Jackie used to get off watching her ex-husband with a boy toy."

I laughed, "Well that's Jackie, enough said. As for your desires my mistress Queen, don't even think about it."

She ignored my dictate, saying, "There are others, I'm sure. Gabby, of course, and I get the feeling Sara is kind of a Dom, but we'll never really know unless..."

I cut her off, knowing exactly where she was headed, "I told you, don't even think about it."

"Oh come on," she whined.

"If it happens naturally, like with Phil, then fine; but, I don't want you pushing the other men into freaking out with each other. Is that clear?"

Karen got a little peeved with my supposed double standard, "What about you pushing me and Gloria together? What am I saying, you pushing me and everyone with a pussy, together? Why was it okay for you, then, but not for me, now?"

"I didn't push you into anything, on or off the elixir."

"Really?"

"Really. That was all you and on your own. Oh, don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to stop it, but I didn't put the suggestions in your head, either."

"Wow, I learn something new about myself every day. I didn't know I was such a rug-muncher, or is it the elixir changing us?"

I laughed at the coarse description of herself, before responding, "I don't think it's just you. I think most women are more fluid in their sexuality, as opposed to men in general, who are more hardwired to the hetero. I don't think it's the elixir, either. The drug accentuates and heightens our natural tendencies, to be sure, but I don't think it makes us do things we wouldn't do naturally, except under extremely special circumstances. It's just the nature of men and women, my love."

I didn't mention what I had done to Justin and Parker at the office, or to Mark after the last orgy. Technically, it wasn't the elixir that forced the issue, only my mind, so what I told her about the drug was true as far as it goes; however, even I had my doubts as to where the exact boundaries lie concerning the elixir and human sexuality.

Karen had drifted back to watching the four on the couch.

It looked like Candice finally got Gabby to tap into her inner lesbian, because she was pushing Gabby's head between her legs, and Gabby wasn't complaining. It looked like Mark was getting close. He was pounding forcefully into Gabby's snatch while playing roughly with her tits. His face was also between Candice's legs—quite the versatile fellow, fucking and eating, and not missing a beat. I suspect both he and Gabby were taking great sucking bites from the redhead's sweet apple. Phil had stopped sucking on Mark's scrotum, and concentrated on his wife's clit as Mark pounded away.

"Speaking of putting suggestions in heads, why don't you tell me about you and Cecilia. You said you weren't sure if you really did anything."

"Well, I kind of got a hint that maybe I was when we were in the middle of playing with each other. I had her against the wall, sort of like you found us, and we were just kissing and doing a little gentle petting and fingering. It was really hot. Then my mind drifts, and I'm thinking about what you called me, 'mistress Queen,' and how I liked it. The name keeps rattling around in my head, until I hear Cecilia say, 'Touch me a little higher, please, Queen Mistress.' When she said the name I just about freaked, but I still wasn't sure. Did I inadvertently say it out loud and she picked up on it, or maybe she hear you call me that earlier, and started calling me 'Queen Mistress' herself?"

"I didn't say a thing," I assured her, then asked, "What about her climax? How much did you use your mind pushing her over the edge like that?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "That's another thing I can't figure out." She thought for a second more, then asked, "When you're putting commands in their heads or reading their minds, what's it like?"

"I usually see images, sometimes combined with their emotions. Either different, specific, still pictures flashing by, or I see short continuous scenes, like movies, of their fantasies or past events in their life. Then I play off those images."

"That wasn't happening to me at all," she responded, a bit dejected, "It was like I heard her talking to me, like her voice was in my head. I didn't see anything, just heard things. At first, there was a lot of nonsensical chatter, but every now and then, I could hear a clearer voice above all the noise. One of those clear voices was that she really wanted your cock when I was fingering her. So, I went with that and made my hand into your cock, in a sense. Toward the end, all I heard in my head was her screaming, 'Fist me,' over and over until I felt her dam burst." She shrugged her shoulders, and concluded by asking, "What do you think, can I really read minds and make them do things?"

"From what you say, it sounds like you can definitely read their minds, at least at times. It's just different from how I see their thoughts. You seem to read their thoughts. I'm not sure whether you can influence them the same way as me. We'll have to experiment a little further."

She looked at me funny, "Really, you think I can? It was all a big, noisy blank for me."

Karen's apparent disappointment at telling me her story stems from an error. Because she read Cecilia differently than how I would have, she didn't think she was reading Cecilia's mind, when in fact she had—she literally read her mind.

I remembered reading an article where researchers were concluding that men and women's brains were wired differently.

I know, leave it to a bunch of eggheads to waste gazillions of dollars on something everyone else knew intuitively since the dawn of history. Moreover, if they're still unsure about our different wiring, have them stop by any American home just as Monday Night Football starts. They'll find the husband wondering why the wife picked that moment, of all those moments during the week, to have him look at three-hundred drapery swatches. After that, the wife can give the researchers chapter and verse on why he's an uncaring, insufferable asshole because he won't take the time to discuss interior design for an hour—men are from Mars, women are from Venus, and sometimes both wished they'd have stayed in their respective corners of the universe.

Anyway, from the article, this difference in 'brain wiring' also translated into differences in how both sexes take in and process information. For men, the most natural way we synthesize data and information was through the visual, using images, while women best process information by communicating through language.

Wife to husband:How can you watch football all day, then look at porn all night? Could we please talk about the drapes, now?

Husband to wife:It's been a freaking week of this drapery shit, maybe you can stop talking about the fucking drapes long enough to give me a blowjob?

If the research was accurate, then it makes perfect sense why Karen and I experienced different things when reading their minds. We were using a different avenue to process the information—an avenue catered to how the male and female brain evolved and adapted over time—hers verbal, mine visual. Yet, the results were the same, we could read and influence their thoughts.

I was distracted from my musings by loud moaning from Gabby. She slumped back into Mark, momentarily spent. Mark continued to pump slowly into Gabby's pussy, but you could tell he had shot his load as well. Candice removed her pussy from Gabby's face, and was rudely prodding her that it was her turn, and that Gabby should move. And Phil, well...

Gabby kissed Candice to hush her, and said, "Just hold those damn horses, Miss Candy Ass. You'll get your chance, but there's one more thing I need to do."

Gabby lifted herself up, pulling Mark's cock out of her before she sat back down on his legs. Once the 'plug' was removed, a small river of cum began to flow from Gabby's opening. Snapping her fingers at her husband, she commanded, "Clean me, dickless!" 

Candice watched Phil with rapt attention as he proceeded to bury his tongue in his wife's snatch—all of us did, really.

Karen whispered, "You'd think Phil would have more fun getting...well, you know...getting it directly from the source."

"I guess it's the cuckold way," I whispered back, "I don't think Phil is really gay, or even bi. He just gets off watching Gabby get off with different man, and being humiliated. I don't get it, but different strokes. Don't be surprised if sometime tonight he begs to clean you."

Gabby, having a good hold of Phil's hair, pulled him away from her, "That's enough, you dickless cunt. Now fluff Mark's meat for Miss Candy!"

Sure enough, cuckold Phil did as commanded.

"What the fuck!" Mark exclaimed, as he tried impossibly to back away through the back of the couch.

Gabby forcibly leaned back into Mark, saying, "Easy there stud. Miss Candy Cane is chomping at the bit, so just let my little 'fluffer' get that stick of yours back to full hardness. Some of the other studs I've fucked tell me he isn't half bad, so enjoy it."

In no time, Phil had Mark's tool stiff as a board.

Gabby pushed Phil off Mark, and said, "Go back to your spot now. Better yet, stand over there by that rude cunt tied to the chair and wait. Be ready when I call. Little Miss Candy Cane will need some cleaning soon. And stop playing with that puny dick of yours. It's embarrassing when there are real men around."

Phil did as told and stood alongside Raven, looking like a whipped mongrel, while sporting a burgeoning erection.

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I was about to ask Gabby some more things about her and Phil's relationship, when I felt a nudge from Karen, and heard her excited cry, "Linda!"

I guess the daisy chain was starting to break up as some of the other guests, Jackie, Rashid, Cecilia and Bob, were gathering back to the main part of living room, and forming different fuck-groups. Linda was with them.

"Kare Kare!" Linda yelled her nickname for Karen, while quickly moving toward us.

At about five-ten, Linda was clearly the tallest woman at the orgy. A good, if not flattering, description of her would be 'lanky,' as she had very long legs and an equally long torso. Although her breast size was ample, her long frame made it appear as though they were smaller than they actually were. This caused her no end in embarrassment, particularly in high school where she was often called 'Stretch' or 'Long-Tall' by her friends, and 'Ironing Board' by the meaner school cliques. She had a beautifully soft, oval face framed by short, dark brunette hair. Her face seemed ageless, and always appeared much younger than what she really was. At the center of that ageless face, was a cute, slightly upturned nose that gave Linda an arrogant, pouty look from the side. Her personality was anything but, however, always being cheerful and bubbly in spirit—except during the time of her divorce—so much so that, at times, she came off a bit naïve. This naiveté also contributed to her youthful appearance.

Linda tripped as she neared us, and falling forward, planted her face right into Karen's lap. She stayed that way for a while, giggling uncontrollably. Finally, she lifted her head a bit to look up at Karen, and said, melodiously, "I was waiting for you at the circle thingy, Kare Kare, but you never showed. How come?"

What with her tripping, and now with her slurred, almost infantile speech, I would swear Linda was drunk.

Before Karen could answer, Linda lifted herself off Karen's lap with the intention of kissing her. She slipped again, missing Karen's mouth and ending up with her chin resting on Karen's shoulder. She began giggling and talking at the same time, "I ate someone's pussy...I'm not sure whose...I think it was more than one, but I liked it. I didn't think I'd like eating pussy, but I do..." The giggling stopped as she began to cry, "I wanted you at the circle thingy, Karrie Kare, but you didn't come..." Laughing again, "But I came...a lot...someone ate my pussy...I think it was her, or it could have been her," she said, as she pointed at some of the other women in the room. "I didn't think I'd like eating pussy. Can I eat your pussy, Kare Kare?"

Karen couldn't stop laughing.

"Linda!" I said, trying to get her attention.

She looked over at me cross-eyed, and slipped forward, again. This time, her face ended up in my lap. Linda was sprawled out across us both. With most of her torso resting in Karen's lap, she continued to laugh uproariously into my crotch.

Reaching up, she touched my nose playfully with her finger. I noticed she didn't have that cross-eyed look anymore, but she still talked as if drunk, "Hi Willy, do you care if I eat Karrie Kare's pussy...oh, Kare Kare told me about you. I think you should do those naughty things to me while I eat Kare Kare's pussy..."

"Linda!" I said louder, trying to snap her out of it, "How much did you have to drink?"

She held up her hand, putting a small gap between her thumb and index finger, "I just had a teeny, tiny more Sangria. There was just a teeny, tiny bit left after your toast."

It was stupid of me not to have thrown the excess away, but at the time I thought, 'waste not, want not.' Obviously, Linda had ingested more than a single dose of elixir. How much more, and what it will do to her, I couldn't guess.

Lifting her head off my lap, she hit the mark this time, landing her lips against mine.

Suddenly, she snapped her head back, and asked in that same slurred speech, "Hey, how come Willy's got a robe on? Oh, I know, Robby-cock is shy." She buried her face back in my lap, and said, giggling, "Don't be shy Robby-cock, 'cus Karrie Kare Kare told me all about you, you naughty boy. Come out, come out, wherever you are." She began fumbling with the sash on my robe.

"Maybe you should just lie down for a while, sweetheart."

"No, I want to play with Robby-cock."

She sat upright again, "Kare Kare, did you see what we did to the bitch? Come on, let me show you." Then grabbing Karen's hands, she tried pulling her up and off the lounger, only to fall back into Karen's lap.

Karen looked at me wide-eyed and confused.

"Just go with her," I said, "I'll tell you what I think happened, later."

Linda put her arm around Karen, and led her over to where Raven was tied down. She wobbled as she walked, but at least she stayed on her feet. Hopefully, her over-dosed condition was temporary.

I watched the two as they stood in front of Raven. Karen was squeezing Linda's ass playfully, while Linda was jabbing her finger down at Raven while yelling. I couldn't hear what exactly, the din in the room from all the other moans, groans and shrieks of ecstasy of my guests drowned out the particulars.

Linda squatted down in front of Raven, spreading her legs wide. I couldn't see much, except Raven's head bobbing to and fro, as she serviced Linda.

Karen stood next to Linda, watching her friend torment Raven while teasing Linda's hair, playfully. Occasionally, I'd see Linda look up, making Karen laugh. At other times, Linda would lean over and kiss Karen sweetly, just above the mons or along her inner thigh.

As Linda neared climax, she leaned back on her hands, and lifting up her ass a bit, pushed her groin further into Raven's face, while gyrating her hips slowly. There was a great, gush of fluid sprayed all over Raven's face and hair as Linda came. Linda continued to slide her pussy up and down across Raven's extended tongue while she flicked her own clit with a finger, done, I suspect, to eke out the very last bit of orgasmic splendor.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 19



Satisfied, Linda stood back from Raven, while gesturing to Karen that it was her turn.

Raven, her head and upper chest covered by a heavy coating of Linda's ejaculate, began to protest in earnest at her treatment—her complaints were only met with laughter from the two women.

Karen assumed the same squatting stance as Linda, allowing the tied down, chubby bitch to further work off her transgressions.

Linda didn't appear drunk anymore as she squatted down behind Karen, giving her support while playing with Karen's breasts. Karen responded by reaching back and wrapping her arms about Linda's neck. Leaning back into her friend, she forced her pussy further into Raven's face.

Every so often, Linda would reach around Karen, take Raven by the hair, and pull her even harder into Karen. After thoroughly smearing her face with Karen's arousal, Linda would pull Raven's head back and yell some more at the younger woman, before releasing her, so she could return to fondling Karen's breasts.

It went on like this for a few minutes more, and as I continued to watch Linda's behavior and mannerisms when she was berating Raven, I got the impression she was acting somewhat robotically, as if the things she was doing were programmed. I assumed that Karen was directing her, and pushing Linda with her mind.

My assumptions were confirmed as I watched Linda, without any verbal command from Karen that I could see, wet two of her fingers, then slide them under Karen's bottom and into her asshole—that technique Karen loves so well. Almost immediately, Karen's body shook violently while three quick and heavy pulses of her arousal drenched Raven.

By now, the poor girl must be waterlogged and pruney.

Before standing, Karen paid Raven an even bigger insult by patting her on the head for a job well done, as if she were a favored pet.

Just when I thought they were through tormenting Raven, I saw Jack come into the room with a small cadre of fuck bunnies, Pam and Holly, in tow.

He slid up to Karen and Linda, and both talked with him in earnest. Pam slid in next to Jack. Holly stayed behind the group and out of sight of Raven—still guilty about running off with the 'Crypt Keeper' and leaving her to the mercy of the women, I guess.

Linda was saying something to Jack while pointing down at Raven. It was then I noticed Jack had a digital camera in his hand, one of those fancy ones with gobs of memory for taking movies.

What an asshole. Not satisfied with my invitation to fuck everything in sight, he has to film it, as well.

Jack proceeded to hand the camera to Pam, before lowering himself so that his stiff cock was level with Raven's mouth.

Pam filmed, as Linda slowly stroked Jack off. Linda commanded Raven to her stick out her tongue and lick Jack's cock. Jack never ventured to stick his whole cock into the captive's mouth—I guess he thought it wasn't safe yet, given Raven's still, onerous disposition.

Smart boy.

Linda jerked a heavy load across Raven's face. Taking deliberate aim with Jack's cock, she hit almost everything except Raven's opened mouth.

Tired for the moment of poor Raven's torment, the group split up. Jack and his cadre went off to find more 'voluntary' fields to sow—they'll probably find the daisy chain—while Karen and Linda tried to make their way back to me.

They had to step around Lisa and Darcy, who were on the floor doing the sixty-nine—Carl and Bob must have found the daisy, because they weren't in the room—but Rashid was alternating between fucking Lisa's pussy and Darcy's mouth. He wrapped an arm around Karen and Linda's thigh as they passed, then slid a hand up each leg, cupping their pussies—I guess he wanted a couple more fuck-mates for his little group. Karen kissed him a polite, 'no thank you' on the forehead, and pulled Linda away. Both were still laughing about the situation as they neared.

I asked Karen, as she slid in next to me, "It looked like you two were having fun. How's Raven?"

"Still a cunt," she paused for a moment's thought before continuing, "Remember how Cecilia looked when we did it to her, all sweaty and shaky, mumbling incoherently, with her pussy dripping like a wet sponge? Well, I think Raven looks worse...or better, depending on your perspective. Anyway, she still has a smart mouth, so that pussy of hers is in for a long, agonizing wait 'til blast off."

"Well that cunt's pussy can burst into flame for all I care," Linda said, this time sounding sober as she climbed onto my lap.

"If you keep her tied up all night, it probably will," I said, laughingly.

Then in a flash, Linda's personality flipped over into 'drunken' Linda, "Karrie Kare, when can I see Robby-cock? You promised."

She'd be like this for the whole night, flipping at various intervals between a 'stone cold sober' Linda—the one with the personal vendetta against Raven—into what I call her 'Lolita' Linda personality—the slightly inebriated, oversexed teenager. It was as if she were 'Sybil' on steroids, with two personalities seemingly competing for domination over her, but neither winning absolute control.

Karen kissed the 'Lolita' persona, and said, "I know baby, but what did Queen Mistress say? You have to ask Master."

A mischievous smile brightened Linda's face as she slid down along my body. Undoing my robe, she found the large lump in my shorts and began kissing and mouthing my cock through my boxers. After a short while, she asked, "Please Master, can Robby-cock come out and play? Pretty please!"

"I don't know Linda," I teased, "I've heard people say you're not that enthusiastic in bed. Why should I waste Robo-cock on someone who won't give it the loving attention it deserves?"

She snapped her head up, crying, "Who told you that? Did he tell you that, the meanie. Mark's always been a meanie to me. Karrie Kare Queen Mistress, tell Master I love Robby-cock. Tell Master I want to kiss Robby-cock and to suck Robby-cock. I want Robby-cock to snuggle my warm, pink pussy 'til I quake and faint. Please tell Master, or I'll die."

Karen rested her head on my shoulder—her way of getting comfortable for the upcoming performance—and said, "Maybe you should just show Master how much you love him."

With that same ravenous light in her eyes that I'd seen in the others' lately, Linda uttered small, animalistic grunts as she tugged at my shorts. I let her struggle a bit by keeping my ass firmly planted to the lounger. When her tugging was the most intense, I lifted my hips. The sudden release caught Linda off guard, as she tumbled backwards off the lounger, off the ottoman and onto the floor, taking my underwear with her.

As she returned to the lounger, she began to scold me with a drunken giggle, "Master's such a meanie trickster..." She stopped in midsentence when she saw my cock.

Linda stared at my groin for a deliciously long time. Breaking out in a fine sweat, she panted rapidly, while continually licking her parched lips—unsure whether she should dive right in, or first make sure it wasn't dangerous. Finally, 'stone cold' Linda, blurted, "Jesus, it's bigger than Mark's. She stared at it some more, then swallowing, said softly, "Fucking way bigger than Marks's."

Karen said with a laugh, "Careful Linda, it can sense fear." Then she whispered in my ear, "Remember what I said about this in the bedroom?"

I joked, "Remember what I said about hot grannies and dentures? You can be replaced. Besides, where there's a will there's a way. Let's see how much will Linda has." 

Still flaccid, Linda tentatively, almost cautiously, took a gentle hold of my cock along mid-shaft, and lifted it off my stomach to take a closer look.

Even Karen had gasped when Linda finally removed my underwear. My cock had noticeably grown another inch or so in both length and girth since that Wednesday when we made love.

"If you keep gawking at it like that," Karen said to her, sternly, "Master will start to believe the rumors about you are true."

Linda opened her mouth wide with the intention of swallowing as much of my soft cock as she could. I gave her a helping hand, though, and following my mental direction, she lowered herself down and started tonguing my balls.

Karen gave my arm a little squeeze of recognition of my silent command, then said to Linda, "Very good dear. Master always likes us to start low and slow."

"Thank you, Queen Mistress."

"And you're doing it so well. Master's cock is already starting to stiffen."

Linda uttered one more, 'thank you,' before drawing both my balls into her mouth.

She tongued on my balls sweetly, gently lapping first one, then the other, then rolling them both off her cheeks as she slathered them with copious amounts of saliva. To further these ends, she would let them fall out of her mouth for a moment, then let several, large spit bombs drop onto them, before sucking them back in again. At the same time, her fingers danced along the underside of my shaft as it lay across my stomach. Her eyes never left my cock, as she greedily watched it slowly stiffen and grow.

Once it started to lift completely off my body, Linda began taking long, wet, kissing bites as she worked her mouth up my shaft. At the same time, she slowly stroked my shaft with one hand as she continued cupping and kneading my balls with her other hand. She released a couple more spit bombs, one to my balls again, smearing it around with her fingers, and another along my shaft. She watched that one dribble slowly down along my cock for a moment, a smile plastered across her face, before lapping it up with her tongue and going back to her slow, wet, kissing bites.

Karen fanned herself in a pseudo-pretend way, and said to Linda, "This is making me so hot, baby. You really do like pleasing cock. Mark is such a liar. Isn't he Master?"

"A terrible liar."

Linda giggled at our compliments, "Thank you, Master. Is he watching?"

So, that's the game she wants to play. This is going to be fun.

At the moment, Mark had his back turn toward us. Gabby and Candice were up on their knees, side by side. Their asses were in the air and their heads buried deep in the couch. They were moaning wildly as Mark alternated between slam-fucking one pussy, then the other, and then back again. Sadly, Phil watched it all, intently, and with a hard-on near bursting. He seemed happy, though. Soon, two pussies would need cleaning.

Turning back to Linda, I said, "Not yet sweetheart, but soon."

When she got me about half-erect, Linda shifted up to my cockhead, and rapidly flicked her tongue all along the bulbous gland where it joined the shaft. Interspersed with her tongue flicking, she'd take slower glides along the head, pursing her lips just enough to cover a part of the head while sucking and licking hard. Once she had the right suction, she'd pull me away quickly, causing a popping sound. Besides giving me wonderfully tingling sensations that ran down, deep into my balls, the technique always made her giggle—'Lolita' was back.

I pushed her a bit with my mind, keeping her focused on her current endeavors lest she change them—I just couldn't get enough of her trip-hammer tongue flick following her cute, little suction pop.

Just as things were moving smoothly, and I was nearing full hardness, Linda stopped for a moment, panting wide-eyed. It was a strange look, almost one of confusion. I guessed that Karen must also be pushing thoughts into her, along with me, and our simultaneous, mental commands were clashing in her mind. After I saw Linda's reaction, I stopped my direction, allowing Karen to have the reins—and her fun—while resigning myself to enjoy her play.

Karen showered her with compliments, "Oh Linda, I've never seen Master harder or bigger, well done. Now I think it's time you tasted all of him."

Under Karen's direction, Linda dropped another series of spit bombs, each landing on the tip of my cock. With both hands, she spread her natural lubricant all around and down my shaft. Spitting again, she repeated the smearing until my cock noticeably glistened from a thick coating of saliva. Then taking a moment to wet her lips, Linda attempted to slip me into her mouth.

It was then that Denise came alongside the lounger, "This looks interesting, mind if I stay and watch?"

Karen said, excitedly, "Denise! Where have you been?"

"Having oodles of fun in a yummy daisy chain," she answered, and slipping in on the other side of me, opposite Karen, "It was getting so big we had to move to your den."

"Really! I didn't see anyone going into the den."

"It's no wonder," she said laughingly, then training her eyes down at Linda, who was inching my cock further into her mouth while slowly stroking my shaft, she observed, "Preoccupied by something else, I guess."

"Are all the little daisies breaking up then?" I asked.

"No, Jack showed up," she said with distaste, "So I left to find you guys."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have invited him."

"I understand. It's good politics, so don't be. He can be very generous with those he likes. Besides, I'm going to have to get used to seeing more of him when I meet him and his lawyers. Funny thing is, as we go through the divorce, I'll probably see more of him now than I've seen of him in years at any one time. Gag me."

After that, all three of us went quiet for a time, settling in to watch Linda.

By now, Linda had the head and little beyond in her mouth, and that's about as far as she could hope given her position. She continued her slow stroking of my shaft, and adding a slow head bob to go along with it. Small trickles of saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth, becoming welcome lubricant to her warm hands. Lifting her head momentarily to catch a breath, a large river of saliva flowed out, and cascaded down my cock. She worked it around, slathering it generously with that stroking hand, and applying more to my balls with the other. Latching her mouth back onto my cock, I could feel her tongue rolling around lustfully across my cockhead. As my balls tightened in her other hand, I felt her finger shift below my balls to massage my perineum.

Oh, I was in heaven now. I knew the ball squeezing and pulling, combined with the perineum rub was all Karen's doing—such a wonderfully devious slut. It wouldn't be long before Linda got the 'idea' in her head to slip that wicked, little finger into my asshole—heaven, indeed.

I was debating whether to let it happen, knowing it would be too difficult to resist coming because of it. I didn't want to come just yet. Fortunately, Denise unwittingly changed the game.

"You know Will, I wasn't going to say anything at the motel, but I just can't let it go. What in the hell is going on with your cock?"

Between the last time we played together, and that night in the motel when the five of us tormented her, it had been almost five weeks since Denise saw my dick. I remember the look she gave when she saw my new size for the first time—priceless.

"It makes you sweat and wet just looking at it, doesn't it?"

She waited for an answer that wouldn't come. Finally, she said, with just a hint of frustration, "You're not going to tell me, are you? You are a devilish man."

I kissed her deeply, tasting another woman's arousal on her lips. There was the subtle hint of jasmine mingled with the arousal—Jackie, of course.

"I think you've had enough of the Sapphic, for now. It's time I watch you enjoy the phallic, and show Linda what you can do."

She laughed nervously, "It's been a while, and I've never done it with something this large. Oh well, it should be fun trying."

Shifting around, she put her head down by my cock.

Karen whispered, "You snot. Master spoiling my fun like that."

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply in response. Pushing a myriad of erotic images into her, she pressed her lips harder into me while sucking greedily on my tongue. Her arousal climbed rapidly, taking her mind off her own slow torment of me.

I felt Denise's hands join Linda's, as both ran teasing fingers along my shaft. Linda uttered another of her Lolita giggles when she saw my cock twitch and jump at their attention.

Denise said slyly, "Linda, have you heard Will come yet? He makes the most adorable, little grunt-groan noises, sounding just like a little bear cub snacking on blueberries."

"I don't do that," I said, completely surprised by this revelation.

"Oh, yes you do!" Karen and Denise said in unison, then laughing at my lack of self-awareness.

On her first attempt, Denise slid me in a little past where Linda had stopped. She held me there, as she shifted her tongue about and slathering more saliva around my tool. Linda went back to my balls, kissing, licking and mouthing them, but not fully enveloping them with her mouth. Now that Karen put the 'bug' in her head, her finger continued to massage my perineum, although she didn't venture any farther 'south.'

Denise released me for a moment, leaving a nice, slick coating of saliva behind. Linda jumped back on my cock, and resumed her tongue flicking and slow stroking. Denise joined in the tongue flicking for a moment, before slipping me into her warm, wet mouth and descending down my shaft again.

Linda went back to my balls. This time she wrapped her fingers around the top of my sack, forcing my two, small 'plums' tight against my scrotum. There, she began a little mouth dance on each testicle, a little lick, a little suck, and ending with a gentle teeth scrape and finger rub, before repeating the dance on the other 'plum.' Whenever Denise came up for air, Linda was quick to replace Denise's mouth with her own on my cock. This time she tried to mimic what Denise had done by pulling me in further. I felt the sudden flood of her saliva as choking fits took hold of her.

When she gave me back to Denise, 'stone cold' Linda asked, "How can you put Will...Master's monster cock so far in and not choke?"

"Let me watch you lick Master, and I'll tell you."

Even Denise was calling me Master, now. More of Karen's doing.

Denise held me a bit forward as Linda darted her tongue around my cockhead.

Denise sighed as she watched Linda's quick tongue-lashing of my member, and then said, with a tinge of envy, "I wish I had such a quick tongue." Becoming tutorial in manner, Denise continued, "You either have to be where I am, or in a spot where you're not bending your neck too far forward. When you're in front of him, you need to pull him toward you a bit. It gives you a better angle. Now, bring your whole head higher so that you're looking directly down on him. That's right, keep flicking that tongue. Now, open wide and lower yourself...that's it...lower. Good girl...oops..."

Linda was choking again, but this time she got well below her previous mark, and close to where Denise had me.

"You did good," Denise said, consolingly, "You just need a bit more practice, and a bit more patience. Don't try swallowing him too rapidly or you'll trip the gag reflex. Try again."

Linda had me close to a third of the way in with no gagging. I could even feel good suction and no teeth.

"Excellent! Now slowly slide your head up and down. Go almost all the way up to where you feel the head touching your lips, then flick that quick tongue of yours for a moment. Don't dally too long at the top. You want to go up and down as if it were one, continuous, motion. And when you come down, try and inch him in a little further each time."

Linda was certainly getting the hang of it, and even more so. Besides sucking me in near to Denise's mark, she continued to pull on my balls while massaging my perineum—quite the multitasker.

"Okay Linda, my turn," Denise said, cheerfully.

As Linda pulled off and handed me over to Denise, she took a large gulp of air, and went back down to mouth my balls, again.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 19



Denise went down quickly and pulled me in a little less than halfway. This was about as far as she could go for this round, and with that, she began the deliciously slow head slide she had just taught to Linda; this time, though, running her fingers up and down the underside of my shaft in rhythm with her mouth.

Karen was still influencing Linda—the slutty mistress. Even though I was ramping her arousal ever higher with just a kiss, making her moan around my tongue with delight, she still had the presence of mind to push Linda into new heights of decadence.

Linda didn't stay long tending to my balls. Slowly, ever so slowly she licked her way to my perineum. Once there, she spent a wickedly long time tonguing that sensitive spot as well as the underside of my scrotum. Even though Denise took many breaths and pauses sucking my cock, Linda didn't stray from her appointed task deep in my groin, as she had done before.

Her hands slid along my thighs in a purposeful, teasing manner, and they didn't stop until she reached my buttocks. Her tongue started moving down and down, and ever closer, as I felt her teasing fingers crawl between my buttocks, and ever so gently, pulled them apart, given her hot tongue access. Pushing her mouth fully between my cheeks, she flicked her hot tongue rapidly across my anus.

With all our anal adventures, this was the first rim job I've ever gotten. Oh, I've given them plenty of times to Karen and the others, making them squeal and squirt with delight, but it was never reciprocated. I think maybe because of my hetero nature, I was never comfortable having it done to me, much like Karen's finger probe done so many months ago, so I never asked for it and they never volunteered. Now, that Karen, via Linda, short-circuited that nature with her quickly darting tongue, and combined with Denise's exquisite cock sucking, I was getting hooked on the technique.

Disengaging from our kiss, Karen saw my initial look of surprise, and asked with a sly smile, "Is she doing it?"

"Yes, you naughty girl."

Not saying another word, she kissed me harder this time, nearly sucking my tongue out of my mouth. I felt her arousal ratcheting even higher than before. She was turned on by Linda's rimming of me, as much as I was.

Seeing what Linda was doing, Denise was equally as turned on—or maybe that was still Karen influencing the game—because she began sucking my cock with a speed and intensity I've rarely experienced from her. She lifted herself away from my body a tad, so that she could fully use her arms and hands as leverage, and proceeded to slam her head down on my cock, rapidly pulling me in just before the point where it would cause her to gag, and holding me steady. Then pulling off me at times, to catch her breath and accumulate more saliva, she would jerk my well-lubricated cock violently, while always begging, "Come on Master, shoot your load all over me. I want you to come all over my face."

Linda ramped even higher. She may be lanky, but she was strong. Somehow, she was able to prop my hips up on her elbows, using her forearms as a kind of supporting ramp, thus lifting my ass well off the lounger so that she could really bury her face in my buttocks. With barely any obstruction—like tightly clenched cheeks—to impede her progress, she slid that wicked tongue deep into me. Pressing her face even tighter against me, she worked that tongue all around, moving it in and out, and all done as that cute, little button nose of hers rubbed and nudged the scrotum between my tightening balls.

Denise had propped herself up on her knees and an elbow, giving her even more leverage, and a better angle to force my cock further down her throat. Barely coming up for air, Denise's head, her whole body in fact, was rocking forward and back like she was a large cog or piston, and part of a greater and grander engine.

God, she loved sucking cock, and she loved sucking mine, most of all.

It was quite a feat the way she used her whole body to throw herself as far down onto me as she dare, then pulling back with a suction that could lift a bowling ball. Even 'stone cold' Linda took a moment from her rimming to watch and urge Denise on, "That's it bitch, suck that fucking cock. Suck it! I want to see Master blow his load all over that pretty face."

Linda's words inflamed Denise further, as she continually tried to force me further down her throat until her tries ended in gagging fits. Coming off me for more air each time, she always left a thick trail of saliva, heavy strands of which, always draped off her lips and chin onto my cock.

Karen had since turned around and was watching the spectacle in quiet revelry, and having the time of her life as both puppet master and muse.

They all so much wanted me to come, but I wasn't going to allow it—not yet, anyway.

Kissing the back of her neck, I commanded Karen, "Join them."

She didn't hesitate, and placing her head close to my cock, waiting for Denise to take another breath.

I slowed the tempo of the dance.

Taking turns sucking me, Karen and Denise mimicked each other, pulling me in as far as they could, holding me at that point for a moment while subtly shifting their heads, then slowly pulling back off while applying hard suction before handing me to the one waiting. Each time they pulled me back in, they advanced just a bit further down my shaft, held me in just bit longer, while running teasing fingers and fingernails on that part of my shaft that still remained outside their mouths. Each time one pulled me out, long, thick stands of their saliva remained, suspended between their lips and my cock. The other one, the receiver, before accepting me, licked greedily at the hanging strands, then kissed and licked the excess hanging from the mouth of the giver. They feasted with pure lust, on themselves and me.

For the moment, Linda had stopped her rimming to watch the two experts suck, although she continued to tease and play with my balls with her hands. When an opening presented itself, she'd dart in and take long licks and short sucks around the base on my shaft before either of my two cock sluts began their descent of my pole, anew.

"You're both sucking my cock well," I encouraged, "Too bad that I'm too big for you now. So much of my cock remains outside your loving attentions."

A challenge issued, and accepted. They pushed themselves to the limit trying to pull me in further. Still, they could only manage me a little more than halfway before the gagging would start.

I slid a thumb into each of their pussies—so warm and oh, so wet. Their little buttons where hard as pebbles, slick as wet clay, and extended well outside their protective hoods—easy marks for an experienced finger. I barely touched them with a fingertip while using a gentle, slow circling motion. It was such a subtle tease as I gently rubbed the inside of their pussies with a thumb, yet their arousal quickly climbed toward the pinnacle.

"It's three against one my cock slaves. Who will come first?"

Another challenge issued, and accepted.

The tempo shifted again, and the ladies sucked and prodded me with mouth and tongue in earnest. Linda went back down to my nether regions, flicking her tongue across my perineum, or batting it wildly across my balls, while Karen and Denise were sucking on my cock feverishly by taking a few quick sucks each, before passing me off to the other.

I thought it was cheating that they concentrated their efforts exclusively at the head rather than attend to the whole thing, but I let it go for now.

I rubbed them a little faster and a little harder—cunt and clit—pushing them even quicker to climax. At the same time, I tormented them with the rules, "You have to suck me like you were, ladies. Take me all the way in, and no hands, Denise!"

They both uttered a frustrated laugh, but did as commanded. Each took me into their mouths as deep and as fast as possible. Linda was back to rimming me, first with that flicking, quick tongue across my asshole, followed by a more thoughtful, deeper tongue fuck, inside me.

It was then that I saw Mark watching the four of us. His face tinted an ugly shade of green. Poor guy, I could only guess what he thought. Not only was my new size confusing him, he realized he wasn't king long dong, cock-of-the-walk, any longer—not by, at least, a couple or three inches. The cherry on top of the jealousy sundae was seeing his ex-wife rimming me like a thousand dollar whore, and vocalizing her pleasure in doing so.

I took pity on him, and said while pushing soothing thoughts into his ego, "Why the long face, Mark? There's nothing like three bitches in heat who love sucking cock. You ought to try it."

He quickly scanned the room, calling to the first three women who caught his eye, "Darcy, Lisa, and you, big tits with the red hair, come over here!"

They all came running, leaving their current partners behind. How could they not?

On hearing my little conversation with her ex, Linda took a break from rimming me and winked, knowingly. I winked back, making her smile.

Seeing that Linda was slacking off, Karen barked at her, "Linda, you little bitch, keep rimming Master. Quick!"

"Sorry Kare Kare...I mean Queen Mistress," 'Lolita' Linda squeaked, before returning to her duties.

Karen and Denise were both getting tired, and because of that, I felt a little drawdown in the level of their arousal. I helped them out by pumping my cock into them, matching their quick head slides, first one for a time, then the other. Soon, they didn't even bother bobbing their heads, allowing me to thrust at will into their opened mouths, not too deep, just enough to push my cockhead barely into their throats.

Linda gave up rimming because of my thrusts. Instead, she acted as monitor and coach, first guiding my cock into one waiting mouth, then shifting it over to the other waiting mouth, as I continued to pump indiscriminately into each.

Released from the strain of continual head bobbing, coupled with my rubbing fingers, their arousal climbed again, and rapidly.

'Stone cold' Linda was back again, unleashing a verbal barrage down on the two as she continued to shove my cock into one mouth, then the other, "Just look at that fat, monster cock fucking your hungry, slutty mouths. You horny bitches have all the luck, having a fat, dripping cock plunging into your warm, wet holes. Just watching it is going to make me come. Fuck those pretty faces, Master. Fuck 'em good! Yeah!" Her last, loud 'yeah,' was almost musical in tone, something one would hear at a ball game after a winning touchdown.

Linda's slutty talk transformed them all. I could feel it growing inside the two closest to me. They were no longer women with a need to love and be loved back with equal intensity. Instead, they had become mere tools to be used any way I want. Now, their whole purpose was to enact the greatest amount of pleasure they could to me. Moreover, they wanted it that way, they needed it that way, and that desire made their pussies boil. They clamped their lips around my cock harder as I thrust into them faster.

I shifted my hand around, shoving all four of my fingers, down to the first knuckles, hard into their cunts, just as Karen had done to Cecilia. They screamed with pleasure around my cock as I pumped my hands as pistons. Adding a hard thumb to their hardened clits was just icing on the cake.

Denise was the first to let go. With my cock still in her mouth, she lifted her ass high in the air while uttering muted screams the whole way up. I followed her, keeping my hand pumping inside her. Each time I drew my hand back in that pumping motion a warm fluid gushed out and ran down my arm.

Neither Karen nor Linda bothered with my cock anymore, seeing that it remained lodged in Denise's serene face. Karen continued screaming as she pushed back into my thrusting hand. One squirt of fluid after another flowed around my hand, and still she kept on screaming. It wasn't until I did that technique she loves so well—a moistened finger to her pretty, perky, pink asshole—did the screaming stop, replaced by violent spasms of her body.

Feeling their bodies relax into mine, I squeezed and patting their behinds, saying, "God, how I love making you come."

Momentarily drained of strength, they only responded with an exhausted laugh and a long, thoughtful kiss of my thigh.

Linda just stared at me with an openmouthed grin. I stared back with a smile at first, then said to her as I playfully flexed my cock, "That was just with my fingers. Care to try it with this?"

'Stone cold' Linda nodded her head slowly, but before we could start the game anew, we heard voices coming from the den.

I guess the daisy chain has finally broken.

I heard Jack ask, laughingly, and to no one in particular, "What's all the yelling about in...," stopping in midsentence when he saw my extraordinary accoutrement, he exclaimed, "Jesus Christ, Will, what the fuck happened to your dick?!"

His loud exclamation got everyone's attention, and everyone looking. A still silence filled the room, as they all stared at the four of us on the lounger, gawking mightily at the object of Jack's disbelief.

The last time I saw so many slack-jawed idiots in one place, I was at the DMV.

Pam was the first to break the silence, saying to Jack, "I told you he was built like a horse."

"Horse nothing, he's a fucking bull," Gabby blurted, as she tried to push Linda out of the way to get into the action.

"Back off, Gabby!" Karen and 'stone cold' Linda shouted in unison. Linda added an extra shove to Gabby with her shoulder, while saying, "Go sit on the couch and wait your turn like a good bitch. I'm sure Phil needs to clean your pussy some more."

Jack asked again, "What the fuck, Will?"

"Yeah, what the fuck, Will?" Carl repeated.

Seeing that there was no way around an explanation, I said, "Look, a few months ago I had a problem with my back. I went to my doctor, and he gave me a steroid shot supposedly to relieve the inflammation. This was the result."

"You've got to be kidding," Jack said, incredulously.

"Nope. It started growing right after the shot. Doctors can't explain it, and I sure don't want them to cure it."

I felt Karen squeeze my thigh at my deception.

No one said anything for a while, as they thought about my story. Finally, Darcy piped in, "What's your doctor's name, Will?"

"Yeah Will, and does he take any referrals?" Sara quickly asked.

I swear, the next time a woman tells me that size really doesn't matter to them, I'm going to laugh in her face.

I said with a smile, "Could we all just get back to the fun and games?"

As the others started forming into new groups, Denise descended back onto my cock, while Linda went back to my balls. Karen kissed Denise's cheek before sliding beneath her friend's head, and commenced tonguing and mouthing the lower parts of my shaft. All a prelude for what's to come. When suddenly...

"Goddamn it, Jack. Get that fucking camera out of my fucking face!"

"Come on Denise. This will be fun. Try to choke that monster beef bayonet of Will's down your throat, again. It could be part of a great bloopers highlight reel I make of the evening"

"Do you think you can use these pictures against me in the divorce, is that it? If so, I've got tons of my own, with you and your assorted bimbos as stars."

"Gees Louise, Denise, dial down on the paranoia. I know all about your little stash of porn, and all about the PI's you've hired over the years to take them. The way I see it, you don't have any more on me than I have on you, so relax. Right now, I'm just taking keepsakes. I'll give everyone here a copy. We can play it back and remember all the fun we had when we get too old to fuck."

Denise wasn't listening. I could tell she was close to ripping the camera out of his hand and shoving it up his ass.

Stepping in, I said quietly, yet sternly, "Now's not the time, Jack."

Jack got the hint, shrugged his shoulders, and went over to film Sara going down on Candice, while Candice went down on Rashid and Bob.

Karen slid back up, and whispered earnestly in my ear, "Is there anything you can do about that? As much as I find it a turn-on having a movie made of me sucking your cock, I don't want ten million perverts seeing me star in some pirated 'Screwtube' video. Tell him to stop."

"It is kind of kinky, isn't it? And, everyone seems to be having fun slutting it up for the camera. That's why I didn't put a stop to it, outright." She stared comically wide-eyed at me in disbelief. It made me laugh. She always made me laugh. "Look, let Jack have his fun. Let him shoot all the movies he wants. I have a strong feeling that by tomorrow there'll be nothing but a blank disk in his camera." I ended my reassurance with a mischievous wink.

She asked with astonishment, "You can do that, too? With just a thought?"

I nodded my head.

She laughed at the joke that was being played on Jack. All those juicy movies he'll work so hard to get, all for nothing—poor guy. Then an idea hit her. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she asked, excitedly, "Ooh, before you erase it, get us a copy of it first, if you can. Can you?"

"I don't know, we'll see."

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" she said, clapping her hands like an eight year old on Christmas morning, "Hey, let's get him back over here. He can film you giving the three of us a facial."

"You are such a slutty mistress Queen, but I've other plans for now. I think it's time we pull Linda fully into the harem, and make her one of our full-fledged cock slaves."

The most delectable, devilish smirk past across her face. Taking her by the hand, I sat on the ottoman right in front of Linda, who was still kneeling on the floor. Karen ran her fingers through Linda's hair before sitting on my thigh with one leg draped across my lap, behind my cock. It was the same position that we had assumed with Denise after their moonlight walk through the backyard.

Denise came along on the other side of me, and sizing up the situation, said musically, like in a childhood rhyme, "I know what's going to happen. Pity there's no blindfold handy. Should I get one?"

I kissed her sweetly for her thoughtfulness, "I don't think that's important. Care to join us? I've another thigh you can sit on."

"No thanks, it'll be too crowded. Besides, I just want to watch for a while."

Linda was looking up at Karen. The 'Lolita' persona was back, as she asked, "Kare Kare Queen Mistress, why are you staring at me that way?"

Karen laughed brightly before answering, "I'm sorry Linda. I was just thinking that if you only knew what's going to happen now, you would have ditched Mark and the kids long ago, just so you could keep fucking Master. However, first things first, you told me earlier that you like eating pussy. I want you to show me."

Karen leaned back slightly, which naturally pushed her hips forward. Her clit and inner labia stood out well away from her smooth, hairless groin. Linda brought her tongue to bear at the easy target.

"Gently, gently sweetheart, just use the tip of your tongue. Just a flick of that quick tongue of yours is all I want."

Linda obeyed, barely touching Karen's exposed clit with her tongue, she flicked at it rapidly.

"Lower now, sweetheart," Karen commanded, her breath coming as shallow pants, "Take that quick tongue down slowly."

Linda lowered herself, millimeter by millimeter, and continued her rapid tongue flicks across Karen's swollen labia. When she got halfway between Karen's clit and her opening, Linda put her hands up on Karen's thighs and slid them inward until they formed a ring outlining Karen's pussy. She pulled her hands apart gently, spreading Karen's pussy wide so that neither labium touched the other. Putting that wicked, flicking tongue in the middle of the groove, she continued to take it lower. When Linda's tongue reached her opening, I watched as Karen's eyes closed in ecstasy.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 20



Both the women were laughing now, as Karen unbound Lisa's hands. They stood, hugging each other as Karen scanned over the room. Everyone else was back to playing with each other in smaller fuck and suck groups throughout the room.

Lisa squeezed Karen's ass, and asked, "What's next...my Mistress?"

Hearing Lisa call her Mistress filled her with a glowing pride and brought another smile to Karen's lips. She responded, "Oh, I have oodles of ideas." Clapping her hands for attention, Karen projected, loudly, "Okay everyone, sorry to put a damper on all the fun you're having, but it's time for another game. Gather in a circle around the middle of the room."

As directed, all the guests gathered in a circle, some sitting on the furniture, others languishing on the floor, and all were piqued with excitement waiting for what Karen had in store for them.

Her Highness, Queen Mistress, resumed her position alongside of me on the lounger. She began by saying, "I call this little game Fantasy Island. Now, I know some of you already, so I'm just going to involve the newbies in this. Each of you women new to our little gathering will take a turn in the middle of the circle and play out your deepest, sexually darkest, fantasy for the rest of us. It has to be something you've never done before and no one else knows about. Does everyone agree?"

Everyone nodded their head.

"Wonderful. Lisa, since you were last during the previous game, why don't you be the first, now."

I could tell Lisa was nervous as she sat on the floor in the middle of the throng.

"Okay Lisa," Karen asked, "What's that one fantasy you've always harbored and never told anyone?"

She thought for a long minute before answering, and when she did, she spoke with embarrassed hesitation, "Well, for the longest time now, I've daydreamed of Bob catching me with another man." She paused for a moment, then looked directly at her husband as she continued, "Ever since you didn't feel like doing it, I had this dream that I'm fucking another guy, and it's really hot, but I'm really stupid because he's fucking me in our bedroom. I figure, you're always working and Barbara's at school, so why not fuck him in our bed. It makes me feel so hot, and so much like a naughty slut that some other guy's doing me where you should be doing me. And the guy gets really turned on knowing he's fucking another guy's wife in his bedroom."

"Is the other guy someone we know?" Karen chimed in, and winked.

This was a dangerous game Lisa was playing, relaying a fantasy so close to her own adulterous behavior. It was also a brilliant ploy. I didn't think this was as much a fantasy of hers, per se, but more of a way she could lay the foundation for forgiveness in case Bob ever found out about Lisa and me.

Clever girl.

"No," Lisa answered. "I mean he doesn't even have a face in my daydreams. I know he's handsome, in a general way, and has a great body, and a...and a pretty big dick."

All the women clapped and hooted approval at that.

Really ladies, keep telling me size doesn't matter and I'll keep laughing.

Lisa let the revelry die down before returning her eyes to Bob, and continued, "Well as you can guess, you come home unexpectedly. The slut wife caught cheating on her good and wonderful husband. But you don't say anything right away. Instead, you stand in the doorway watching us for a long while. The guy's lying with his head on the pillow with his eyes closed, while I'm giving him a blowjob with my back to you, and I'm kneeling as I suck his cock. And you watch as his cock slides in and out of my mouth, and my ass is high in the air pointing back at you. And instead of getting mad, the whole scene is turning you on as I blow this other guy."

Bob was momentarily shocked and taken aback by what he heard from his wife, especially because she didn't like giving blowjobs, but now it was central to her fantasy. He became curious to know what else she was dreaming about, "Do you do anything else besides blow this guy?"

"Other times, you catch us as he's fucking me doggy style, or when he's going down on me." She hesitated again, not sure if she should say anything more, but she decided to let Bob hear it all, "And sometimes he begs me to...to...you know...fuck me in the butt...and I let him...and I like it."

Clever girl, indeed.

Now, all the men clapped and hooted their approval.

Lisa quickly broke in to amend her last confession, "But I like the blowjob version the best."

There was unmistakable hurt in Bob's eyes, hearing her fantasies about sexual acts she rarely, if not outright refused, to perform with him. Then he asked, with a little anger in his voice, "So what do I do, just turn around and leave and let you finish sucking the guy off?"

She saw his hurt, and with pity in her eyes, mouthed a silent, "No," while shaking her head slowly. She stared hard at Bob, unblinking, her eyes beginning to water, "Please don't be mad. It's just a fantasy, honey. I love you and you only!"

Her sincerity was obvious and real. Everyone uttered a long, thoughtful, "Aw." Even Bob blushed, hearing her public and affectionate declaration of love for him.

Lisa wiped the moisture from her eyes, and continued, "Of course you're mad at first, furious in fact. You yell, 'What the fuck are you doing, you stupid whore?!'" She said it in a deep voice, trying to mimic Bob, making everyone laugh. "I just about bite the guy's dick off when I hear you, I'm so startled. I turn around and see your angry, hurt face, and I'm terrified and ashamed at the same time for what I'm doing, mostly because I know I hurt you. And I'm wondering if you're going to call a lawyer right then, or hit me first and then call a lawyer. But you don't do any of that, because it was turning you on. Instead, you stand over us on the side of the bed. You still have this angry look, but it's fake. I don't know that, so I'm shaking, not sure if you're going to hit me. Then, in a really rough voice, you tell me to keep sucking his cock. I'm confused now, and not sure what you're doing, and I'm still scared shitless. The guy's scared shitless too, and his cock is soft, but I know I better do what you say, so I suck it anyway because I don't want to make you madder. And as I'm sucking on him, you start spanking me, just like Mark did to Linda, but it's way harder. And you call me a slut and a whore, and tell me to keep sucking on him like the cheating cunt I am, all while you keep spanking me.

Everyone yells, "Yeah, go Bob, spank that little slut!"

As we all quiet down, Lisa finishes her fantasy, "My ass is on fire from all your rough slapping, but I don't care because you got me so horny. I mean, I could feel my cunt juice dripping down my thighs I was so hot. You stick your fingers in me and feel how drenched you made me, and you're turned on even more than me. When you go back to spanking me, I come, really hard, and keep coming every time you hit my ass. By now, the guy's figured out you're not going to kill him, and he's hard as a rock in my mouth. And I'm sucking on him hard and fast, your spanking me hard and fast, and I'm coming hard and fast, and we're all fucking on fire. You finally tell me to turn around, and then shove your hard cock all the way in my mouth. Both you and he start slam-fucking me hard for both directions. He's got a hold of my hips, pounding my pussy like there's no tomorrow, you've got a hold of my head as you're fucking my mouth and making me choke and gag, and I'm loving every second because I keep coming like a slut in heat. Then he comes. Then you come, and it's such a turn-on. You just shove your cock all the way in and shoot one heavy load after another down my throat. It's like a gallon of come. And feeling you fill me makes me come even harder. After that, he leaves and we fuck again, and again, and again. And the best part of my fantasy, from then on, you can't stop fucking me. You can't keep your hands off me. Every day, you come home for lunch for a quick blowjob. When you come home for dinner you slam-fuck me against the wall denting the drywall with my ass or you fuck me hard in my butt until I scream from one shattering orgasm after the other. And when you come home from your second job, you spank me again until I come, and fuck all my wet holes for hours."

After she got done telling her fantasy, everyone was ready to start fucking in frenzy, we were turned on so much. Bob flew into the middle of the circle with Lisa, pushed her flat on the floor, as he kissed her deeply. Everyone cheered, hooted and hollered at their display.

Karen asked, "Okay Lisa, we all know whose playing Bob, but who do you want to play your mystery fella'?"

Lisa didn't hesitate, "Will!"

A most clever girl, indeed.

I thought this would be a bit boring for the others. Hearing an elaborate fantasy, although very hot, then playing it out for real seemed redundant to me, but I was wrong. Much like when I used my mind to manipulate others like actors, manipulating them never got old or boring, because there was always an unpredictable human element involved. The personal, sexual innovation was always interjected by the actor, creating a wonderful variation to the sex act. It was the same when playing out their fantasies.

I lay on the floor with Lisa as Bob moved back into the circle of friends—the doting husband soon to discover his wife's adultery.

Right away, she comes out raunchy and in full-blown slut mode, deviating immediately from the tortured, neglected wife she described from her fantasies. The elixir, mixed with our history, was bringing out the magnificent slut in her.

Sticking her ass far into the air, just as she described to us moments before, she took a firm hold at the base of my cock while licking and sucking my shaft, balls to head.

Between her rough sucking, she said with a determined tone, "God, I love the taste of your cock. I know you want to fuck me in the ass with your huge cock. And I'm going to let you, and say please and thank you the whole time, but first, you're going to come hard in my mouth, and make me swallow every drop. Then, after you fuck me in the butt, I want you to pound my tight snatch until I pass out.

"We have time for all that?" I ask, acting the lover.

"Bob doesn't get home 'til dark. So sit back, relax and enjoy it stud, as I suck all that gooey, hot come out of your balls. Just think of it as an appetizer to feast on before you stick that monster cock in my ass"

"God, I love you horny housewives who don't get enough from hubby. If you want that hot cum, start sucking on those balls like a good bitch."

It went like that between us. Back and forth with the rank language, she, talking like a rabid slut wanting to be used, and me, giving it back to her the way she wants it. I was especially rough and crude with her physically; slapping her across the face with my cock, forcing her head down onto me and making her gag and choke, and holding her head still as I fucked her mouth or raked her face and tongue across my balls.

I took a quick peek at Bob during all this. His eyes are aflame with a ravenous light, and his cock literally pulsated from being overly aroused. After a few more minutes of our raucous back and forth, Bob finally burst into the middle of the circle, yelling the way Lisa described it in her fantasy, "What the fuck are you doing, you stupid whore?"

After Bob's entrance, there's a lot of back and forth verbal parrying between the wife and husband. She's plays at remorseful, he's threatening mock divorce. When Bob tells her to keep sucking me and begins spanking her, that's when our play-acting really deviated from Lisa's fantasy.

Bob came at her hard. His blows on her buttocks sound like shotgun blasts as the sound careens off the walls, and for each hard slap, he's calling her a slut, or whore, or a dirty, cheating cunt. Lisa yelps loudly at each blow as tears start to flow from her eyes. She's in such physical distress at the start of Bob's punishment, she doesn't even have the mental faculties to suck on my cock as ordered.

Suddenly, I feel something stir inside her. It's arousal, quickly followed by surprise. At that moment, it all became clear to me why she included spanking in her fantasy, it was her way to assuage the guilt she felt for having the affair. She literally wanted Bob to punish her, not play act punish, or fantasy act punish, but punish her for real. Lisa wasn't planning on enjoying it, the spanking was only meant as penitence for her sins. However, as Bob continued to rain hard blows down on her ass, she began to get aroused, and it shocked and surprised her that she would have these pleasurable feelings garnered from pain.

Her arousal continues to climb and she's pushed into absolute sexual frenzy. Taking a firm hold of my balls, she forces my cock into her mouth as deep as she can take me, then roughly bobs her head. She's moaning loudly, and her throaty vibrations send wonderful tingles through my cock. Added to that were Bob's repeated spanks, which pushed Lisa forward, and my cock deeper into her mouth, causing my cock to stab hard against the back of her throat, making her gag. 

It was all almost too much for her. The feel of my cock in her throat as she gagged on it like a whore, Bob's hard spanks accompanied with his verbal barrage repeatedly calling her a cheating cunt, it was all making her head swim. At last, she had embraced the fantasy and what she was in reality, she was the cheating slut wife being punished by the man she loved, and it set her pussy on fire.

Another look of surprise donned her face. She pulled me out of her mouth, and yelled, "Oh fucking fuck me, I can't believe this, I'm going to come. I'm really going to come. Spank me baby. Spank your cheating slut wife. She needs to be punished. Spank me harder, Bob...harder! Yeah, that's it baby, spank my skanky ass. I'm such a dirty, dirty cunt. I lied earlier, Bob. He never asked me. I begged him to fuck my butt, Bob. I got down on my knees and begged him like a dirty slut to fuck my ass with his huge cock, and I loved it. His cock felt so good up there, and he made me come over and over every time he pounded his fat prick deep into my ass. I need to be punished for that. Please! Harder! I'm such a cheating cunt, I don't deserve you."

Whether Bob knew it or not, she was telling him about the two of us, slutty Lisa, the slut wife and me—more confession from the penitent, slut wife.

Then it happened, she peaked.

She screamed, "Fuck, I'm coming!"

Bob hit her again. She screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm coming again!"

Again and again, just like in her fantasy tale, she came each time Bob hit her, and always with a mixed look of surprise and lust donning her face.

Before too long, Bob couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing her hard at the hips, her lifted her hind end and slammed his cock hard into her pussy. I backed away from them at that time, allowing the two lovers to have fun on their own.

He fucked her with fury and lust, and Lisa continued to have one shattering orgasm after the other. They ended their fantasy act as Bob collapsed on top of her, having found his own release. Both lay prostrate in the middle of the circle, panting heavily.

Cheering erupted all around as the curtain came down on the first of many plays.

Sitting back on the lounger next to Karen, she asked, excitedly, "What in the hell was that?"

"Absolution, even if Bob doesn't know it." She wasn't sure what I meant, but before she could ask, I kissed her, saying, "You did good, my love, my mistress Queen. I didn't think this fantasy game of yours would be all that interesting beyond the storytelling, but it is. Well done."

She didn't respond verbally, only blushed. Then a look of pride crossed her face.

*******

Seeing that Bob and Lisa had finally left the middle of the circle, and hearing that the excited chatter from the guests was beginning to die down, Karen said, "Okay Holly, come into the circle and tell us your deepest fantasy."

Like Lisa before her, Holly was hesitant to reveal too much of herself. She hemmed and hawed, her face turning a bright red as she looked down at the floor in silence.

"Come on, Holly," Karen prodded.

Finally getting up her nerve, Holly responded, "I've got this rape fantasy..."

Everyone was shocked, and literally gasped hearing this confession, none more than Raven.

"Holly!" Raven blurted.

Holly quickly explained herself, "It's not like I want to be yanked from the car and force fucked by some ape. It's more like I'm coerced into it through bad circumstances and I'm reluctant...at least at first."

"What do you mean by, 'bad circumstances?'" Karen asks.

"Well, like sometimes I'm coming up short of money at the end of the month, so I steal some from work just so I can get some food or weed. But my boss finds out, and says I have to fuck him or he'll call the cops, that sort of thing. Now that I'm shacking up with Raven, I have this fantasy that two guys break into our apartment while we're going down on each other, and they kind of force us to have sex with them. At first, we don't like it and we fight back, but the two guys are really cute and they're really good, so we end up loving it, and end up in this really hot four-way."

I looked at Karen in disbelief, and silently mouth, 'Rape fantasy?'

"Hey, don't look at me, you invited her," she responds, slightly annoyed.

I turn back to Holly, "I don't know Holly, a rape fantasy?"

Holly winced at my remark, and then whined, "I made a bad choice of words. It's not really a 'rape' fantasy. It's more like a reluctance or resistance fantasy. Please! Now that you made me spill my guts about it in front of people, I want to feel what it's really like."

I ask, "Just how rough do these guys get in your fantasy?"

"Well they don't stick a shiv in us, or strangle us, but they kinda...sorta...slap us around and stuff. Kinda like what Bob just did to Lisa. Mostly slapping us on the ass and legs, but also in... in the face a few times while calling us a couple of 'lesbo cunts.' They clamp their hands over our mouths so we can't scream. Then they grab us hard and hold us down and start doing stuff, and we're struggling..."

"Okay, okay, I get it," I interrupted, not wanting to hear the whole scenario played out again.

Karen asks me, "What do you think?"

"I think it's a no-go for a lot of reasons. Mostly because it would be easier for us to find a virgin sitting among us than anyone reluctant for sex right now. I just don't see how it could work the way she wants it."

"I'm sorry, Holly," Karen said, "Given the circumstances of the evening, we really can't fulfill your fantasy exactly as you want.  We can try something else if you like."

At first, Holly looked disappointed at the news, but her mood brightened quickly as she thought some more, and finally said, "I wouldn't mind doing that four-way from my ra...from my reluctance fantasy."

Karen and I smiled in relief, now that Holly's expectations were less violent and disconcerting. I asked, "Who would you like to join you in the middle of the circle."

"Raven, of course." Holly answered, quickly.

"Raven, join Holly in the circle."

Raven sat next to Holly, mumbling, "I can't believe you put me in the middle of your rape fantasies."

"I'm sorry," Holly said, "But now that I'm living with you, I don't get a lot of chances to be with guys, and you don't like any of my guy friends..."

"Because they're all dipshits, and what the fuck does that have to do with anything?"

"Because I like guys, even if you don't," Holly snapped back, "So I fantasized you're kind of forced into fucking one or two and get to like it, and them.

Raven looked at Holly, incredulously, "You like them so much you fantasize about them raping us? I got news for you, me getting raped isn't going to make me like guys any better."




Beetlesmith's Ch. 20



"Fuck me and my stupid mouth. For the last time, it's not a rape..."

"Getting slapped around and called a 'lesbo cunt' while they stick it in, sounds like..."

"Enough girls," I interrupted, "Who else, Holly?"

Holly and Raven took a moment as they looked over the group of men, whispering and giggling to each other like schoolgirls comparing notes about the boys in a school cafeteria. Holly finally says, "Raven thinks Carl's really cute, and I think Rashid's bedroom eyes are just so very rad." Carl and Rashid were just about to join them in the circle, when Holly stopped them, "Could you guys wait until Raven and I get into it, that way it will feel like you're walking in on us, at least."

Holly and Raven assumed the standard, sixty-nine position, with Raven on top.

Now that they were not officially doing Holly's 'rape' fantasy, Raven felt more at ease with her surroundings, and really let herself get into the 'part.' She placed her arms behind Holly's knees, pulling them up so that they were right against Holly's chest. With Holly's groin now so wonderfully exposed, Raven buried her face full into her friend's pussy, taking loud and long sucking bites to Holly's clit and labia. Such an erotic sight, seeing Raven's lips swallow the upper part of Holly's vulva whole, while her nose was pushed fully into Holly's drenched opening.

Holly took a more gentle track to Raven's vulva, first by softly biting Raven's bald outer labia with her teeth, before diving inward to slowly, and sweetly, lick and suck around Raven's inner labia and clit, all while slipping teasing fingers into her friend's opening.

Raven loved the treatment, as she pressed her groin firmly into Holly's mouth. Then, sliding three fingers into Holly's cunt, she continued to suck roughly at her upper labia and clit.

When it became apparent that Holly and Raven were oblivious to everything else around them, save for their passionate servicing of each other, Rashid and Carl joined them.

Carl set himself down at Raven's head—because she thought him cute—while Rashid went with Holly—so she could stare up into his bedroom eyes. Both of the men joined their lady fair in performing cunnilingus on her lover.

Rashid went high and Carl low, on their respective pussies—I'll that the high road and you take the low road...—though Rashid did get to his destination first, they both ended up in the same, relative place, pushing their tongues deep into the dripping hole, while their 'partners,' Raven or Holly, sucked at the other's hardened pebble.

Rashid's hands and lips wandered, however. There was something captivating about Raven's bubble ass he couldn't get enough of—and seeing how it was sticking up in the air, so full and inviting, who could blame him. He didn't fall full in to start, but every now and again, he would take a break from Raven's pussy to kiss and squeeze her buttocks. I could tell he was tempted to put his tongue where the sun don't shine, but he never quite ventured that far—at least not on his own.

Moaning loud and continuously, Raven was loving the on again, off again attention that Rashid was giving to her pussy and ass; but she also getting a bit frustrated with him, as he continually neared her wanted goal, but never quite finding the mark.

Knowing Raven all too well, I heard Holly say to Rashid, "She likes you to put a finger up there."

Rashid either didn't understand or didn't hear Holly, and said, "What?"

Before Holly could answer, Raven reached around, and grabbing Rashid by a hunk of his hair, pulled hard, slamming his face right between her cheeks. She did all this while saying, "I like it there!" Rashid got the message, loud and clear—well almost, using his tongue instead of a finger, but I don't think Raven minded.

Wrapping his arms around Raven's thighs, he sunk fully into all parts of her groin, spending as much time and force digging his tongue into her pussy as he did digging into her anus. To complement Rashid's efforts, Holly overlapped her arms around his. Now, both had wrapped their arms around Raven's thighs. Secured to Raven's legs, Holly pulled her mouth hard into Raven's pussy, sucking mightily on her clit as Rashid continued to plow into Raven's pussy and ass. Raven continued to hold Rashid by the hair, and to augment the feelings imparted by the two at her groin, she shifted her hind end slowly up and down, causing both Rashid and Holly to rake their tongues across her vitals in an erotically lewd fashion.

I whispered to Karen, "I thought this was Holly's fantasy? It seems Raven is enjoying it just as much, if not more."

"Who can blame her?" she answered, with a quiet laugh. "And who would have thought Rashid had a thing for round-bottomed girls?"

"A man after my own heart," I mused. Karen bit my earlobe for that, and began to stroke lovingly at my cock as we continued to watch the four in the circle.

"I want to watch you stick it in her," I heard Raven rasp to Carl.

As Carl shoved his cock deep into Holly's snatch, Holly let out a long, low moan of delight. Raven moaned as well, though it sounded like a deep sigh. "God, that's so hot watching you fuck her wet twat," she sighed again, staring longingly as Carl's cock slowly pumped in and out of her friend.

Laying her chin on Holly's mons, Raven loudly moaned before opening her mouth wide, "Fuck us both with that stiff cock!"

Such inviting and easy targets for Carl—two holes, wet and wanting. Raven still held Holly's legs open with her elbows, then added a special, personal touch, by pulling Holly's labia apart with her fingers and gaping Holly's cunt hole for Carl's tool, and all done while flicking a hard, teasing finger across Holly's swollen clit.

"Quite a versatile, little chubby cunt," I whispered to Karen.

"Makes me wish I were Holly at the moment," Karen whispered back.

As Carl alternated between fucking Holly's pussy and Raven's mouth, Rashid and Holly were playing lewd ping pong with their tongues, batting Raven's clit back and forth between them. To add to Raven's bliss, Holly had slipped both index and middle fingers from each hand into Raven's ass, pushing them completely inside. They had Raven's legs trembling in no time.

Raven couldn't take the subtle torment any longer. With Carl continuing to alternate between his two favored holes, Raven yelled, "Stick you...rrr fat di...ck in mmm...I puss...y!" Her command came out garbled as it did, because each time she opened her mouth, her demands were cut off by Carl's cock.

Rashid had little trouble understanding her, however, and eagerly to complied—well, sort of...

Rashid pushed his cock all the way into Raven's cunt to start, but just before he was about to begin fucking her in earnest, Holly latched onto his hanging balls, and held them securely in her mouth as her nose dug firmly in the area of Rashid's perineum. With his balls trapped as they were, all Rashid could manage were abrupt pelvic bumps against Raven's ass, as Holly continued to roll his heavy balls around in her mouth.

I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like as Holly mouthed Rashid's balls, her chin, which was pressed firmly against Raven's vulva, would shift and slide along her clit. And, if not due to Holly's purposeful rub, Raven did it indirectly as she continued to slide her bottom subtly to and fro against Holly's face.

Whatever the case, by now Raven was so steeped in ecstasy that she had given up on sucking Carl's offered cock. Instead, she laid her head fully on Holly's mons, allowing Carl to concentrate all his pumping efforts into Holly's pussy, while she enjoyed the bliss imparted to her at her business end.

Holly came off Rashid's balls with a sharp 'pop,' and as her own saliva dripped down off his tightened orbs and onto her lips, Rashid commenced a slow, yet forceful fucking of Raven. Holly didn't completely remove her mouth from Rashid genitals, though, and kept her tongue extended so that his balls and shaft would continually rake across it as he thrust into Raven.

I had to admire Holly's dexterity. What with two fingers of a hand still sliding into Raven's ass, she feverishly massaged Raven's clit with her other hand, all while continuing to tongue at Rashid's cock and balls, and done all the while as Carl continued to forcefully pound his cock deep into her cunt.

Again, I whispered to Karen, "Another versatile girl."

"Now I wish I was Raven," Karen chuckled.

"And I wish I was Rashid," I answered, laughingly.

Imbued by the lustful scene being played out by the four, fantasy fuck-mates, all the other guests had fallen into their own sexual venues, and though they kept a watchful eye on the 'actors,' they did so while fucking, sucking, fingering or stroking the others sitting next to them.

Karen was no less aroused than the others, as she straddled my legs in 'reverse cowgirl' fashion so that she could continue to watch the performance, and proceeded to grind my cock deep into her pussy. Denise was still sitting with us, and added her mouth to Karen's clit. Not letting Denise feel slighted, given her lone, oral attentions to Karen, I slipped three fingers into her dripping cunt while roughly massaging her clit with my thumb. She was moaning loudly into Karen's pussy all the while Karen shuddered in climax.

From various points from around the room, and at staggered intervals, I could hear the loud moans, shrieks and screams of those reaching their own orgasmic bliss. The loud crescendos of the onlookers had a cascading effect on the four in the middle of the circle. Just like a gentle snowfall that eventually builds toward an avalanche, the round robin of the audience achieving their own release finally swept across the four performers, causing them to succumb as well.

Raven was the first to go, signaled to all as she clamped her lips tightly onto Holly's vulva. Moaning loudly through clenched lips, I could see her cheeks and jaw working in frenzy as she tongued forcefully on Holly clit. A trickle of her ejaculate escaped from around Rashid's pounding cock, to fall blithely into Holly's opened mouth. Seeing and tasting her friend's release, Holly added hot sauce to Raven's already shuddering goose, and clamped her mouth around Raven's clit, as well.

More of Raven's ejaculate flowed out as she bucked and thrashed to the repeating waves of climax slamming into her. However, even though she was falling fast into the orgasmic fog of obliviousness, she still had the presence of mind to perform one, last salacious act, and slipped two fingers between Holly's parted buttocks and into her anus.

Raven's fingers triggered both Holly and Carl into climax, with Holly barely beating Carl to the punch.

Holly arched her back as she came, lifting both Raven and herself off the floor. It was amazing to watch, given Holly's frail and gaunt frame, that she had the strength to lift Raven into the air. She stayed like that, fully arched, her back straining against the added weight for the longest of moments, before her body slammed back to Earth, steeped in convulsions.

Not to be outdone by the women, Carl, with his own brand of sexual panache, pulled out of Holly in mid-climax to shoot one, hot blast of cum after the other across Raven's now serene face. Raven accepted Carl's gifts without complaint, and opened her mouth to receive the rest of his load while continuing to slowly pump his cock with her fist.

Last but not least, Rashid quickly followed Holly and Carl. Grabbing Raven's hips, he slammed fully into her. Then, uttering one last, long groan, he held himself tight against her as he unloaded. It was a large load, too, for when he removed himself, long, thick globs of his semen flowed rapidly from Raven's opening and dripped heavily onto Holly's face.

Holly licked what she could of Rashid's leavings from around her mouth and chin, before clamping her mouth over Raven's opening and licking up what continued to flow out. Raven did the same for her, smearing Carl's ejaculate that was hanging from her chin and Carl's cock across Holly's pussy, before cleaning it all with her attentive tongue.

I whispered to Karen, "Oops, it looks like Phil's going to get jealous."

Laughing at my little joke, Karen asked Holly, mirthfully, "Was that anything like your fantasy?"

The two women only giggled a response as they continued to clean and sweetly suck on each other.

To all the guests, Karen said, "Let's take a little break everyone so that these two can clean themselves properly, and give the rest of you another chance to satisfy your urges before we start the next fantasy."

She really didn't have to add that last part, as most of the guests were already well on their way to satisfaction.

Karen kissed me deeply before requesting with a raspy voice, "I think it's time you stick your fucking cock in my ass now."

I laughed. "And I think it's time to give Denise a chance, so you can return the favor."

"You are such a sweet man," Denise said, melodiously, while she tried to mount me the same way as Karen had done moments before.

"Get on the other way, cock slave," I said, stopping her, "I want to watch your elfin face with those cute creases as you come."

Looking directly into me with a fir in her eyes, she answered, "Oh yes Master, thank you."

Karen, with a big smile curling her lips, asked with mock disappointment, "Hey, what am I supposed to do?"

"I think you should attend to my cock slave the way you had Linda attend to me."

I slid way down on the lounger so that Denise was nearly lying flat on top as she mounted me. Grabbing her buttocks firmly, I spread Denise's cheeks wide, as she began a slow, rhythmic up and down glide with her pelvis.

I felt Karen's hands clasp mine on Denise's derriere. At first, and like always, she began low and slow, tonguing and sucking my balls. It wasn't long, though, before I felt her tongue inching upward and licking my shaft each time it emerged from Denise's pussy. Karen continued her climb, nibbling with lips and gentle teeth at Denise's labia, right at the junction where they curled and hugging tightly around my cock. Denise let out a low moan while closing her eyes to the bliss. Then she smiled, forming those lovely creases around her mouth that I find so endearing.

Karen added rhythmic pressure with her hands to match Denise's rhythmic pelvis, and as she alternated between tonguing Denise's labia and her perineum, commanded, "Fuck our Master's cock well, cock slave. Faster!"

Denise quickened her pace, as Karen continued to help her pelvic movements with her hands. She was no longer nipping at Denise's labia, but concentrated all her efforts with a flicking tongue to her perineum.

"Faster," Karen moaned.

Denise began to lift, rather than shift, her pelvis up and down. A soft slapping sound was made each time her groin hit mine.

"That's right, cock slave. Fuck that big cock," Karen purred, as she pulled and gently squeezed my balls. "Oh, his balls are so heavy, cock slave. So full of cum. Make him come for me, cock slave."

I heard Karen spit right before she pressed her tongue between Denise's spread cheeks. I could feel her chin rubbing against my shaft as she worked her tongue in and around Denise's asshole.

Denise, still with eyes closed, said softly, "Did I tell you that you were a sweet man, my Master? Oh, so sweet."

Moments later, I felt Karen insert a finger or three where her tongue had been. Her knuckles pressed firmly against my cock as she worked her fingers inside of Denise.

Denise didn't last much longer after that as I felt the warm rush of her ejaculate. Her body went limp against mine. I continued to fuck her, replacing her pelvic lifts with my own pumping, while Karen continued to work her fingers within Denise's ass.

It wasn't long before I felt Denise stiffen against me, as she uttered, breathlessly, "Fuck, I'm coming again," and again, I felt the warm rush of her fluid.

She clamped her mouth against mine, pushing her tongue deep inside of me. Her body stiffened again and again she came.

The pattern kept repeating itself every twenty or thirty seconds, for a few minutes more, as her body continually went from limp, to stiff, to achieving a deep, wet, intense climax.

She released my mouth when it ended, laying her head on my chest, sated and breathless.

"And I thought I got you out of being such a quiet fuck," I said to her.

Her only response was to look into my eyes, smile with those perfectly accenting creases around her mouth, and say, earnestly, "I want you to come, my Master."

"We both do," Karen echoed Denise's desire, as she moved forward to kiss me as well.

I had yet to come that evening. No reason for it, really, except I was seeing how long I could go while waiting for that perfect moment. Even through all the acts of double penetration with all the ladies, I had kept my 'powder dry.' I don't mind saying that, at times, it was a difficult task to achieve, but I managed. However, Karen knew I was holding myself back, and Denise sensed the same. Now, they both wanted me to truly enjoy the moment with just them, together. I seemed to have reached that perfect moment.

Bringing both of their mouths into mine, we kissed together, as one. Then lying back, I told them, "So you want me to come. Then suck, cock slaves. No rimming, use very little hand, just suck on my cock like you did that night when I gave you your chains, and make me come."

Karen flipped around, still lying on top of me, while Denise parked herself on the other side of my member, down by my balls. They both took hold of the base of my shaft to keep me stable, and started with slow, sensuous licking and kissing around my cockhead.

Now that I had resigned myself to let go, it wouldn't take me long, or give them much effort in making me come, I was more than halfway to bliss already. I noticed that Jack was recording the scene just a few feet away. He had an unobstructed view of Denise and Karen as they started their slow glide about my cock. I was going to give him an excellent show.

Karen and Denise didn't bother teasing my cock, or kissing each other between short sucks, as was their normal routine. Instead, they took a very serious approach at imparting the greatest amount of pleasure that they could to me. They never rushed, or fell into feverish, frenetic sucking. Neither did they try to swallow me whole, or force my cock as far into their mouths as they could. Yet, they still sucked me purposefully, but gently, and did it, oh, so slowly.

It was just a simple lick-suck technique they used. First, starting at mid-shaft, they performed a bold, firm lick to my shaft as they slid toward the top. Then, in one continuous motion, they would pull me into their mouths, pulling me in a little way past my cockhead while apply the right amount of suction, before moving back up and off me. As one finished with her bob, the other would start her bold glide to the top and repeated the bob.

They never changed the tempo of their licks and glides, or the force of their sucking bobs. Before long, though, their simple technique had my back arching well off the lounger and my cock so stiff from pleasure they didn't need to hold it steady with their hands.

I didn't tell them I was about to come, but they could guess I was close, given the strain in my cock, the deep, purplish hue of my cockhead, and the long, low groans I rumbled right before I released.

I was in Karen's mouth when I let go. She was ready for it, and handled it smoothly. Once I started coming, neither Karen nor Denise continued to suck. Instead, they simply applied firm pressure, pressing their lips and tongue against my cock, while sliding their heads up and down along my shaft, and always making sure to rake their succulent mouths across my cockhead throughout my orgasm. It was wonderful.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 20



I'm not sure how much, or for how long I climaxed. A lot of it went shooting into the air, landing somewhere in the carpet, but I came long enough and hard enough to hear Jack loudly exclaim, "Jesus fucking Christ, it's a fucking gusher," bringing the attention of the others to our lounger, and who promptly began cheering and clapping in long revelry.

As I finally relaxed back into the lounger, I heard Bob say, matter-of-factly, "Okay, I've got Karen and Denise next."

All of us started laughing.

I finally opened my eyes as the cheering died down to see both Karen and Denise looking back at me. They wore broad smiles and laughed heartily as thick strands of cum hung and dripped heavily off their faces—they were fully covered from chin to nose, with quite a few hard shots plastered to their foreheads and stuck in their hair.

I smiled back, and asked, breathlessly, "What's so funny, my sluts?"

Denise answered, giggling, "We told you, just like a bear cub snacking on blueberries."

********

It was about ten minutes later, after Karen and Denise had cleaned themselves, and all the others were temporarily content, that the game started anew.

Karen looked over the other guests, then said, "Candice, come into the circle."

Without hesitation, she jumped in right away, her big tits bouncing lewdly as she did, and unlike the others up to this point, she seemed thrilled to divulge her fantasy.

"I know some of you are going to think this is kinda weird, but here goes. This happened a long time ago with my first boyfriend. We were going hot and heavy at the time, but we hadn't really done anything yet except kiss a lot. I let him get to second base a couple of times, but that was about it. Usually, he'd come over and we'd watch TV and wait for my parents to go to bed, then we'd start fooling around. This one time we're making out on the couch, and he's got this huge boner digging into my stomach through his pants. We're kissing heavy, and he's playing with my tits and I'm really hot. Well, one thing leads to another, and I got Jimmy's pants down and I'm stroking his cock. His was the first cock I ever felt, or even looked at, and it's really turning me on. I stop kissing Jimmy because I really want to look at his dick as I stroke it, and to see what happens. So, I sit on the edge of the couch, down by his waist, touching it, playing with it, squeezing his balls, feeling it all over, you get the idea."

"Did you lose your cherry that night?" Karen asked.

"No, we didn't have any rubbers and I knew enough not to fuck without protection. Besides, I really just wanted to play with his dick. I didn't even think about fucking."

"Jimmy probably did," Karen said, laughingly.

"Maybe, but he didn't say anything. I think he was just happy I was feeling him up. He was really moaning loud as I played with him. Anyway, the stairs leading up to the bedrooms are right in front of the couch. My parents had this ranch-style home so the staircase isn't very long, just eight or ten steps, so short you can easily see the whole couch from the top of the stairs. So, as I'm giving Jimmy a hand job, I see a figure out of the corner of my eye at the top of the stairs. It's my dad. The stairway is dark, but I can easily tell it's him. I guess Jimmy's moaning got him up. Well, I freeze. I just sit there with my head down, because I was too afraid to look up at him, and I know he's going to come barreling down the stairs and kick Jimmy's ass and lock me in my room. So, I'm waiting, and waiting, but nothing's happening. I take another quick peek up the stairs, and I see him...I see him stroking himself."

"Wait a minute," Karen interrupted, "This is your fantasy? I thought you were telling us something that actually happened."

"It did. I caught my dad jacking off as I was jacking off my boyfriend."

Karen was dumbfounded for a moment, then asked with an embarrassed giggle, "Oh my god, what did you do?"

"Nothing at first, because I was really confused and I couldn't believe my dad was jacking off watching me. I just sat for a long time, holding Jimmy's dick, but not doing anything with it and wondering what I should do. Then I got really turned on, even more than I was before. You see, my dad and me never had a good relationship. I always had a weight problem, and he would always call me shitty names, half joking of course, but they still hurt; things like, 'Chubs,' 'Thunder Thighs' or 'Little Miss Rolly Polly,' and a lot of other crap I've forgotten..."

"And Peaches," I said, interrupting her.

She nodded her head at first, then said, "That came later, after he saw me with Jimmy. I didn't mind that name so much. It didn't remind me of how fat I was. Anyway, he never really liked me, or so I thought, but now, he's at the top of the stairs beating off, and it's turning me on because I'm turning him on. I start stroking Jimmy again, but I'm keeping an eye on dad, mimicking his stroking movements on Jimmy. Kind of like getting first hand lessons on how to jerk off a guy. Before I know it, Jimmy's dick explodes in my hand, and my tits get plastered with the first shot."

Everyone started laughing at that, particularly the women, most of whom probably had their own experiences to tell about trip-wire cocks going off without warning.

"You have to understand I was really young and dumb, and I really didn't know what happens when you jerk a guy off. So when I see this white stuff shooting out of him I quick jump off the couch, thinking I hurt him somehow. Now, Jimmy's in the middle of this humungous cum blast, groaning in pain because I had stopped stroking. He quickly starts beating off for release. I'm standing next to him watching as one cum blast after the other shoots out his prick, covering his stomach all the way up his chest. I was amazed, and so fucking horny watching him jerk himself like my dad was doing, and still all this cum keeps shooting out of him. I peek up the stairs again to see dad's reaction, but he's gone."

"Did your father ever say anything to you about what happened?" Karen asked.

"Nope, not a word, except he started calling me Peaches afterwards."

"What's your fantasy, then?"

"Ever since that night, I think about what would happen if my dad came down the stairs like I thought he was going to, but instead of being mad, he starts coaching Jimmy and me in having sex. He teaches me how to fuck, what positions to fuck in, how to suck a guy's prick down to his nuts, everything. Teaching Jimmy as well, on how to do a girl I mean. At the end of the teaching session, he makes me jerk him off and gives me a facial."

"Interesting! I was thinking that Jack could play Candice's father," Karen opined, "But you and Denise never had any children." She saw both Jack and Denise shake their heads before continuing, "I really think this part needs a man who has children, particularly daughters; any volunteers?"

Bob didn't hesitate, "I'd like to play Candice's dad if it's okay."

"Excellent Bob," Karen answered, brightly, "Now, let's see who should play Jimmy? Jimmy's young, so they should appear naive and inexperienced, and it sounds like they should be filled to overflowing with cum. Phil, how about you? That certainly was a humongous cum blast you did for me earlier. You want to play Jimmy?"

"I...I guess so."

Karen rolled her eyes, and reminded him, "Like a man, Phil."

"Yes, Queen Bitch."

"That's better."

Phil and Candice assumed the positions on the floor, the way Candice had described in her fantasy—Phil lying with Candice sitting beside him and leaning over his crotch supported by an arm.

It was quite a sight seeing Candice tenderly playing with Phil's cock, just as she probably did to her first lover, Jimmy, exploring a man's phallus for the first time with youthful curiosity, mixed with lustful hesitation. She added variations to the hand job from her gained experiences from over the years, of course, such as rubbing Phil's cock along her massive breast as they hung down, or dropping a large spit bomb onto his shaft to help with lubrication. All in all, however, she assumed the teenage girl persona from her youth.

Phil just laid quietly, enjoying her treatment, occasionally rubbing her back in a soothing manner. He was playing the naive teenager getting his first hand job to a tee, not doing anything too bold, or demanding that more be done to him, which might scare his girlfriend and keep her from finishing her sensual massage.

A large drop of pre-ejaculate fluid had formed at the top of Phil's cockhead, and Candice was eyeing it intently—probably wondering if she should do something with it or just let it fall. Bob loudly made his patriarchal entrance, at that point, "So this is what you do when your mother and I go to bed!"

Candice let go of Phil's—Jimmy's—cock, and sat up stiffly, assuming the posture of a surprised and shameful daughter. Phil also did his part, playing the youthful lothario caught diddling a scornful father's daughter, by backing away from Candice and Bob as if he were about to bolt from the scene.

"Stay right where you are," Bob bellowed at Jimmy, "There's no point in trying to hide."

"Please, daddy," Candice whined, "Don't hurt Jimmy..."

"Why not? He thinks he can take advantage of you, and in my home, no less. Probably get you knocked up, and joins the army so he doesn't have to marry you!"

"No daddy, it wasn't like that."

"Oh, so he wasn't taking advantage of you. So you instigated it, you slut!"

"No!"

"No, my ass. I thought your mother and me raised you better than to put out for the first Johnny-come-lately with a stiff prick. Now, sit on his face!"

"What?"

"You heard me, little Miss Chubs. If you're going to be a slut in my house, then you had better learn to do it right. I don't want you getting knocked up like some stupid cunt, making me a grandfather before I'm ready. Now, straddle Jimmy's head with those thunder thighs and sit on his face. Or should I call your mother?"

"No daddy, please, I'll do what you want, just don't tell mom."

"You're damn right you'll do what I want, or out the door you go. Then you can sell your ass for a living on the street corner like the rest of the whores."

Candice started to mount 'Jimmy' facing forward, but her 'dad' stopped her.

"No, no, no! The other way Chubs, face the other way," 'dad' said, and continued talking, as 'daughter' complied. "The first thing you have to learn is to keep your pussy away from his dick. That's rule number one. It'll keep you from getting knocked up and ending up living on welfare. I've never met a guy yet who'd marry a fat whore that already has three screaming brats, probably all from three different sperm donors."

As Bob, acting the dad, continued to berate her, using offensive language, and calling her a 'fat whore,' 'slut,' and especially 'thunder thighs' and 'Chubs'—her real father's nicknames for her—Candice's face and upper torso turned an amazing shade of scarlet from the verbal abuse. Those watching were probably under the impression that Candice's flush coloration was due to feelings of embarrassment, or even anger, at being treated so rudely in front of strangers, but I knew from my time with her at the office, and those subsequent in the motel, it was from arousal. Bob was treating her as her real father had treated her—or close enough, at any rate. It was the verbal abuse she suffered as a young girl that fueled her fantasy today.

Candice knelt over 'Jimmy,' her upper torso propped up by her arms with her groin hovering inches above his mouth, and waited for more instructions.

'Dad' knelt down close to 'Jimmy's' head, and said, "If you ever knock my daughter up, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to my dog. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," 'Jimmy' squeaked.

"Now Jimmy, have you ever eaten pussy?"

"No sir."

"Then it's time you learn."

'Dad' ran his fingers around his daughter's labia for a moment, then stopped to pinch her clitoris between two fingers as he pulled it away from her body. "See that," 'dad' asked, "That's her magic button. It's what she diddles at night when she's playing with herself, and it makes her feel good. You want my daughter to feel good, don't you Jimmy?"

"Yes sir."

"That's good. Now I want you to suck on that little button of hers. Just put it in your mouth, suck on it, and work your tongue all around it...that's good, Jimmy."

As 'Jimmy' latched onto her clit, Candice immediately pushed her vulva firmly into 'Jimmy's' face while arching her back to the pleasure. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, and wiggled her ass, forcing her clit to slide across 'Jimmy's' probing tongue.

A few of the spectators sighed and giggled at the blissful rapture stamped across Candice's face. Gabby vocalized what most were thinking, "Phil can clean a pussy, that's for sure. All that practice makes him an exceptional box licker." Everyone chuckled.

"Oh, that's good, Jimmy. She likes it. You can tell; feel how wet she is." 'Dad' ran his fingers along Candice's labia again, as 'Jimmy' sucked, then dipped two fingers into her hole. "Feel how wet she is, Jimmy. Run your fingers around there just like I did...that's good. Keep doing that as you suck on that button, and don't forget to put a couple of fingers into her dripping hole. Now remember, I don't even want to see your dick going anywhere near that hole. The only thing that's ever going in there are your fingers or your tongue. Keep sucking on that button until Peaches tells you to stop."

Candice's eyes snapped open when she heard her pet name, 'Peaches,' and her face turned even redder from piqued arousal.

Then 'dad' knelt beside Candice, and said, "The second rule for a girl is never give him something without getting something first. Don't be a stupid whore like you were when I caught you, giving him a hand job without getting something for it. Understand?"

Candice nodded a response.

"That's my Peaches. Now, remember what I told Jimmy, never let him put his dick in your cunt."

"Yes daddy."

"But he's going to want to put it somewhere, so instead, you're going to let him put it in your mouth. You know what a blowjob is?"

"Yes daddy...I mean, I've heard what they are."

"Of course you do; all you chubby sluts know about sucking dick. Now show me how good you can suck on Jimmy's dick."

For the longest time, 'dad' silently watched the two in a very passionate sixty-nine, but just when it looked like one or the other was nearing release, 'dad' changed the game, surprising everyone—especially me.

"Oh, you're doing it all wrong. That's no way to suck cock. You may know what a blowjob is, but you sure don't know how in practice. You're going to pull his dick out at the roots if you keep tugging on it like that."

"I'm sorry, da..."

"Shut up you stupid whore...Mother!" When Bob yelled 'mother,' he beckoned to Lisa with a wave of his hand. Lisa hesitated, not sure what Bob was doing. Bob beckoned again, saying, "Mother, come down here."

As 'mother'—Lisa—made her way into the middle of the circle, 'dad' said to her, "Look what your daughter, Barb..." Bob caught himself in a Freudian slip, and finished correctly, "Look what Candice has been doing when we're asleep." Most everyone missed his faux pas, except for me and Karen, and Lisa, of course.

"Oh my god, our daughter's a slut!" Lisa exclaimed with fake shock and surprise, and falling neatly into the 'mother role' Bob wanted her to play. "How long has this been going on?" she asked her 'daughter.'

'Dad' answered, "That's not important. Lucky for us I caught them when I did, before she did something really stupid. I've been doing my best teaching them how to stay out of trouble, but something's need your expertise." 'Dad' shifted his focus back to his 'daughter,' "Barbara, honey..."

"Candice," Candice corrected him.

Bob slapped his forehead, and said with embarrassment, "Shit, sorry. Bar...I mean Candice, honey, it's about time you found out that your mother is probably the best little cocksucker in the county. In fact, I caught her, just like I caught you, blowing another guy in our bed just the other day."

"Mother!" Candice exclaimed.

'Mother' looked down at the floor in mock embarrassment.

"That's right, Barbara, seems all the women in my life are turning out to be whores and sluts."

There was that 'slip' again, only this time Candice didn't bother correcting him. It was happening so much that I got the feeling it was purposeful. I whispered harshly into Karen's ear, "If you're doing this, then stop."

Karen looked shocked at my rebuke, and whispered back, "I'm not doing a thing. He's doing it all on his own."

I looked at her sideways in disbelief. With an earnest look, Karen crossed her fingers over her heart, and whispered, "I swear."

"Holy fuck," I hissed.

The fantasy was no longer about teaching a young girl the art of lovemaking, at least not the young girl straddling Phil's head. It was morphing into something completely different.

I returned my attention to the players. Bob and Lisa were now on their knees in front of Candice—who, unbeknownst to her, would soon morph into the Grant's daughter, Barbara. For the moment, Phil was taking a break from eating out Candice, and waited patiently, running a teasing finger along Candice's labia to occupy his time.

Bob was talking to Lisa, "I want you to show our daughter the proper way to suck cock." Then tapping Phil on the leg, he said loudly, "And you, Jimmy, get back to pleasing my daughter."

Lisa put her face on the other side of Phil's cock so that it was between Candice and her. Then Lisa said to Candice, "Let me see what your father disapproves of. Show me how you suck."

Candice sucked on Phil's cock the same way she sucked on mine, and probably the same way she sucked any cock. I always thought she was an okay cocksucker, showing more enthusiasm for the art, rather than technique. She tended to suck too hard and too fast, and used too much hand at the wrong time.

Lisa watched her a bit. Then, as prescribed by the fantasy—although now, Bob's fantasy it would seem—she broke in as teacher, "Oh baby, give momma that cock for a minute." Between long licks and short sucks to Phil's shaft and head, Lisa instructed, "Take your time baby, and enjoy it. Start out with a teasing tongue and lips. Remember, if you make him feel good with your mouth, he won't even think about sticking it in your pussy."

"Good advice. Listen to your mother, Barbara," Bob said.

Lisa passed Phil back to Candice, watched, then instructed some more, "That's good, Barbara, but use a light touch with those hands. You don't have to hold him so firm, just enough to move him around your mouth. And don't worry about stroking him yet...good girl."

There was that Freudian slip again. Now Lisa was voicing the error.

"Okay baby, now give momma back his cock, I want to show you something." Lisa held Phil's cock at the base, and said, while pointing at the tip, "See that drop? That's called pre-cum. Whenever you see it, it means he's getting close. I like to swirl it around a bit with a finger. It drives your father mad, doesn't it honey?"

"Oh yeah," Bob answered, breathless.

Lisa demonstrated the technique, causing Phil's cock to jump and twitch in her hand. She ran a firm thumb up his shaft, causing another drop to emerge, and again, swirled her finger around his cockhead. Phil's cock jumped again, and quivered in delight even after Lisa removed her fingers.

Lisa passed him back to Candice, saying, "Here, you try it, Barbara."

Candice repeated the swirl a few times, and had Phil's cock dancing in her hand at the sensation. Phil's cock wasn't the only thing that was squirming. Phil's face was fully buried between Candice's legs, and he was really going to town on her pussy. Besides the oral delight, he had slipped three fingers inside her cunt, and was working them expertly, in and out.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 20



Candice arched her back further from the pleasure, and gasp, "Jimmy really likes it momma. He's really digging into my pussy. It feels so good!"

"Good for you baby, but keep it going. Start sucking on him, slow and even...that's it...now try and pull him in a little further each time...good girl...now give him to me."

Lisa and Candice passed Phil back and forth, with Candice pulling him into her mouth a bit further whenever it was her turn to service him. Eventually, she got him all the way in, as her chin touched his pubis.

"He's all yours, Barbara, honey" Lisa said, giving Candice free rein.

Candice didn't do much other than keep her head steady as Phil actually took the reins by fucking her mouth. Occasionally, Candice would back away so she could grab some air, but she quickly slid her mouth back to the same spot once refreshed.

Phil, with his head still firmly buried in Candice's pussy and four fingers now buried in her hole, was thrusting at an ever increasing rate. Candice tightened her lips around his cock, and her nostrils flared has she tried to draw in enough air. Both of them were close to coming, and it was only a question of who would go first.

It was Candice. Backing off Phil's cock, she pushed her ass back into his face hard, and moaned, "I'm going to come, mommy!"

"Come for momma, Barbara, honey. Make Bob proud or you," Lisa said. She was about to jump on Phil's cock now that Candice had released him, but Bob stopped her, saying, gruffly, "I want to see Barb take it in the face." As such, Lisa only stroked Phil's cock slowly, waiting for the right moment.

The right moment came seconds later, when Candice's body was in orgasmic spasm. Phil uttered a load, guttural yelp, and thrust his cock hard in Lisa's hand. Grabbing Candice by the hair, Lisa barely had enough time to yank her head down, while saying, "Daddy's coming baby, open wide."

Another 'slip,' even worse than the Barbarafaux pas. Lisa was implying that her daughter was sucking daddy's cock, and not her boyfriends. The whole turn around and morphing together of the different fantasies—Candice's becoming Bob and Lisa's—and the changes in the characters involved was beginning to make my head swim.

Phil's cum blast was like the last one of his I'd witnessed, only this time there was a pretty face in front on it. Candice was still in the throes of her orgasm as she took one shot after another into her open mouth. She didn't swallow. Instead, she let the continual shooting ropes of semen fill her mouth until they flowed, heavy and thick, passed her lips and down her chin.

Lisa continued to stroke Phil's cock as she watched each jet of cum fly into Candice's open mouth, all while saying in a soothing, motherly voice, "Good girl, Barbara. Mom and Dad are so proud of you."

As Candice's orgasm began to wane, she pulled Phil's softening cock fully into her mouth, and continued to suck the remnants out of him.

The fantasy wasn't over yet, there was a little matter of satisfying 'daddy.' Bob stood over Candice, and said, "I told you your mother was a good teacher. Now get up on your knees and show daddy what you can do. You too Lisa, I want both my slutty whores servicing me."

With Phil's semen still dripping from her face, Candice, who was back into an overexcited sexual state, latched onto Bob's cock and started to suck on him hard.

Bob put his hand on her forehead, and said with disappointment, "No, no, no! Did you forget what your mother just told you? Slow and easy to start. Lisa, show Barbara again how it's done."

Drawing Bob into her mouth, Lisa sucked on him slowly, repeatedly pulling him nearly all the way in and then out as she applied a little suction. After a few moments, Lisa passed him over to Candice, who copied Lisa's sucking technique.

"Faster now, Barbara sweetheart," Bob said, harshly.

Candice quickened her tempo a bit, while applying a bit more suction. At an opportune moment, Lisa took Bob back from Candice.

They continued to pass Bob back and forth. Every now and again, Bob would tell them to go, 'a little bit faster and suck a little bit harder,' and each time the ladies complied.

Toward the end of the 'mother-daughter' blowjob, both were sucking on him violently, lunging hard onto him and throwing his cock quickly to the back of their throats. Their cheeks were sunken in fully from the suction they applied, and each time they passed Bob to the other, a loud popping loud followed as they broke the seal from around their lips.

As Bob approached climax, he rasped, "Put your cheeks together and jerk it all over your slutty faces."

With their heads together, both Candice and Lisa stroked Bob's cock as he let go.

Breathing heavily, Bob said, "That's how you suck a cock, Barbara. Now, both of you lick your faces clean."

Once Lisa was cleaned, Bob pulled her up to him and they kissed. Just as they were about to sit down with the rest of the guests, Candice finally said what was on everyone's mind, "Did you know you two kept calling me Barbara. Who's Barbara?"

"No we didn't," Lisa scoffed in disbelief.

"Yes you were," everyone chimed in at once.

Mortified, Bob and Lisa turned red at the news. Lisa finally said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Candice. Barbara's...Barbara's our daughter. I can't believe we kept calling you by her name."

Most everyone laughed good-naturedly at the two of them, and passed it off as an innocent slip, but Karen and I knew differently.

Lisa quickly pulled Bob out of the circle and away from the embarrassing situation. Karen and I followed them with our eyes for a moment as they sat back down with the rest of the guests. Bob whispered something in Lisa's ear, and immediately, a weird combination of disgust and lust donned her face. A few moments later, Karen and I saw Lisa mouth, 'We'll see her later.'

Karen whispered slyly, "I think there'll be some very interesting times in the Grant home from now on."

"Holy fuck," was my only reply.

********

"Pam, come into the circle and tell us your fantasy, although with your experiences, you've probably done most everything you've desired." Karen said softly.

Already being an experienced swinger, Pam didn't hesitate voicing her wants and desires, as well as her displeasures, "Believe it or not, I still have a few, unfulfilled cunt-throbbers. Oh, and just in case I forget later, tonight's been a wild time. Thank you for having me." She said that last part tongue-in-cheek—a dripping double entendre. "I don't mind telling you that I'm really not into anal sex, and pussy-ass double penetration isn't high on my list, although I have done it before."

"I'm sorry Pam," Karen said modestly, "I'm always under the wrong assumption people will like what I like."

"Don't get me wrong, it was really, really good what happened, and wouldn't mind doing it again tonight, now that I know I can take Will without getting my ass spit open. It's just not my cup of tea...close, but not quite."

"What do you mean, 'close?'"

"It was just the wrong type of doubling. For some reason the opportunity never presented itself before, but I've always wanted to see what it would be like taking two, good sized cocks in the pussy...but now that I'm staring that situation in the face, I'm not so sure I want to try." She said all this while looking between Mark and me.

Karen guessed the reasons for her reluctance, "They are quite large, aren't they? It would be a daunting task trying to fit them both into the same...place. There are other men here, not as large, but who still have a good-sized cock. Carl, for instance, and Rashid, they would fill in nicely."

Some of the other men jerked slightly and suddenly at being unintentionally slighted by Karen.

Pam responded, "No, I've always said if you're going to live, live large, and you can't get much larger than Mark and Will. I'd always kick myself later if I didn't at least, try."

"Good girl," Karen said, impressed, "Now, I know in the heat of action, things can get out of control for all parties rather quickly. So, just in case things start to go wrong, let's give you some safe words to use at a moment's notice. 'Green' will mean everything is wonderful and proceed as normal, 'yellow' will mean wait, and everything stops until you say 'green' again, and 'red' will mean, 'get your fucking dicks out of my pussy now, before I rip your balls off.'"

Everyone laughed at that last bit.

Making my way over to Pam, I asked, "Well, it's your show. How do you want us?"

She shook her head at first, while staring at our members. I'm sure Karen's phrase, 'daunting task,' was rattling around in her brain. Sliding the two ottomans away from the loungers, she put them nearly side-by-side in the center of the circle. She then said, "I guess the easiest thing to do would be for each of you guys to sit on a footstool. You know, facing each other while putting your...ah, dicks together. You know, cock to cock."

It was a bit of a squeeze for Mark and me to sit so close together. We had to spread our legs wide, and not being limber, twelve year old girls, it wasn't easy. Moreover, our knees would get in the way and continually knock together. In the end, we managed with a bit of jockeying. It helped that we could lean back, pushing our groins forward and bracing our hands against the ottoman for support.

When we had assumed the position Pam wanted us in, I heard a loud gasp from Karen. Looking over at her, I saw that her eyes were ablaze as she gazed longingly at our cocks. She worked her fingers slowly across her clit. The visual of Mark and I in contact must have rekindled her homoerotic fantasy of watching two guys getting it on.

I loudly cleared my throat, getting her attention, and gave her a hard look with a subtle headshake.

Snapping out of her trance, she stopped diddling herself and blushed. Seeing the look I gave her, and knowing its meaning, she stuck her tongue out at me, reminding me I was being a wet blanket for spoiling her fun.

Jack also made his presence known, as he knelt down close to the ottomans, recording the scene. With his face shielded by the digital camera as he looked through the viewfinder, he said, "Pam baby, don't you think you should grease those poles first, before trying to slide them in?"

An impish smile creased Pam's lips, as she said, "Always thinking ahead, aren't you Jack."

Wrapping both hands around the base of our cocks, she let a large spitball onto each of our cockheads, then chased after them with abandon. Alternating between the two of us, she took turns with slow sucks, first pulling Mark in a short way, then me, then back again, all while leaving a good amount of saliva behind.

Jack was in full 'Cecil B. Demille' mode, offering Pam direction, "That's it honey, slick those big sticks up. Now drop another spitball, and smear it all over Will's head. That's it, now take your tongue and slide it up between their poles...no, so it sticks out at me between them. Oh man, that's it! Now..."

Karen interrupted, "Jack, this is Pam's fantasy. If you wish to realize yours, you can always trade places with her."

Karen's dig brought a few chuckles from the guests. Denise's laugh was particularly loud and grating on Jack.

When Pam thought she had lubed us up enough with her spit, she took a few more moments to 'size up' the situation. She knelt low so that she could look dead-on at our equipment, sticking straight up, shaft to shaft. I almost laughed seeing the intense look on her face, appearing as a golfer lining up a tricky putt.

"Well, here goes," she finally said with trepidation.

Pam took her position facing Mark, standing between the ottomans and within the open area enclosed by our legs. Standing as she was, with her groin directly over our members, she could safely lower or raise herself as needed, and as much as pleasure or pain would allow.

I gave her behind a little squeeze and a peck to calm her, "Just go slow, Pammy."

She only responded by nodding her head. Then reaching under, she grabbed my cock first, and slowly lowered herself.

It was a good strategy, putting me in first while facing away from me. I noticed when Mark and I were cock to cock, the tip of my cockhead extended a good three inches above Mark's. Pam, I'm sure, noticed that as well. From the position she assumed, she would be able to put me in without having to worry about taking Mark at the same time. Once my fat cockhead was securely inside her, she would have an easier time working Mark in from the front.

She let out a low moan as my cock parted her labia.

Karen asked as a reminder, "What color are you at, Pam?"

"Green," she responded, her voice dripping with excitement.

She slid me all the way in at first to get used to my size. I could tell all that saliva she slathered on us before was superfluous; her cunt was well slickened and dripping with arousal.

Along with my cock, she slid two fingers inside as well, and then moved her whole body up and down. My cock slid effortlessly within her pussy.

"What color are you, Pam?" Karen asked again.

"I'm as green as fucking Ireland. Holy fuck, what a cock!"

"You're welcome," Karen giggled.

Pam was already panting heavily, and her arousal was creeping up to peak, nicely.

Stopping her slide to where I was a couple of inches inside her, Pam grabbed both our cocks and pressed them together with a hand, while keeping the two fingers of her other hand seated in her pussy.

Karen joked, "Can you really hold them both in one hand?"

"Barely, and only if I really stretch and extend my fingers," she laughed, nervously.

"What color?"

Pam laughed again before answering, "I'm so green, grass is going to start growing out of my ass at any second."

Using her two, inserted fingers as a kind of guide/pry bar, she pulled her pussy open a bit while lowering herself. When I felt Mark's cock pushing me hard into the Pam's vaginal wall, I knew he was slipping into her opening.

Pam halted for a moment, adjusting to the introduction of Mark into her pussy. Her panting and moaning went up a decibel.

Unfortunately, Mark, the impatient rouge that he is, tried to push himself in.

"Yellow!" Pam snapped, abruptly halting Mark's advance. "Oh, yellow, yellow, yellow," she continued to hiss through clenched teeth.

"Sorry," Mark said to her.

Pam panted a response, "Don't do that again."

Then she flexed her fingers at the first knuckle, bending them slightly, which pushed Mark's cock more firmly into mine. She must have been widening herself a bit, because after that, I felt Pam nudge her body a little lower. She only lowered herself a fraction of an inch before halting, but removed her fingers. Mark's cockhead was fully inside of her now.

She took her sweet time inching us the rest of the way, slowly lowering herself in short intervals, then halting her progress to adjust to our size—Mark's cock tended to widen a bit toward the base, which was causing her the most trouble, I think.

Each time she halted, she would calmly say, "Yellow," uttered more as a cautionary reminder to Mark and me not to move, rather than that she was in distress.

When I was about halfway inside her pussy, Pam lifted up all the way to where Mark's cockhead was barely inside. Looking over at Jack, who was still recording, she said, "Jack, squirt some lube on their cocks."

Jack went wide-eyed, "What?"

Pam rolled her eyes at his hesitation, and said, forcefully, "Goddamnit Jack, just put some fucking lube on them, it doesn't mean you're gay!"

Jack got the bottle of lube, but still hesitated, looking between us and the bottle, as if he was unsure how to proceed.

Finally, Denise said, exasperated, "Here, I'll do it," and snatched the bottle out of his hand.

It took Denise only a few moments to smear our exposed cocks thoroughly with the slick, heavy fluid. After which, she pushed the bottle back into Jack's hand, saying, "You're such a pansy."

Now it was Jack's turn to voice incredulity, "I'm reluctant to touch another guy's dick, and that makes me a pansy? It doesn't make sense!"

"Oh, shut up," was all Denise said further on the subject, and sat back down.

Now that we were good and greased, Pam moved her body up and down, smearing the lube further about us and within her pussy. Once she got Mark and me to the same point as before, she proceeded to inch us further in.

The lube helped, as her progress went a bit faster now; although she did halt a few more times, while panting the now, customary, "Yellow,' to us as a reminder.

The last couple of inches she lowered herself slid in the easiest. It was so erotic watching that fine, tight ass of hers finally make soft contact with my body.

This is Tranquility Base, Houston. The Eagle has landed.

A cheer erupted from the onlookers as Pam signaled them success by beaming a smile.

"Okay guys," she began to say, after a few moments of 'adjustment' wiggles with her ass, "No moving on your own until I say 'green,' and when I do, just go nice and easy."

By now, Mark and I were leaning back, resting on our elbows, as Pam moved her body up and down. First, by taking short, slow strokes so that her pussy stayed near the base of our cocks, but then followed by longer body glides, raising herself nearly to Mark's cockhead, then lowering to touch base once again.

I had an unobstructed view between her legs, as did Mark. I could see her inner labia, glistening with lubricant and arousal, protrude well away from her body and tightly wrapped around our cocks. A more erotic visual than that was to watch our thick tools first emerge then disappear into her cunt as she moved, slowly and smoothly, up and down—a true sight to behold.

Her arousal was fast climbing to the peak. I slowed its progress with my mind. I wanted this to last a bit longer, but it was all I was going to do on that score. The rest would be done the old-fashioned way.

She stopped raising herself when I was at about mid-shaft, and panted, "Green," then remained motionless, allowing Mark and I to do the work.

Like she asked of us, we began an easy, slow pumping action.

Now, without even a thin membrane separating us, the sensations and raw, erotic flavor were incredible, feeling Mark's cock sliding against mine, snug within her tight confines, and fully saturated by her warm slickness.

"What's your color, Pam?" I heard Karen ask, laughingly.

"Oh my god, green," she panted.

"As if I couldn't tell, seeing that utter look of ecstasy cross your face."

I felt Mark quicken his pace slightly.

Pam did too, as she blurted, "Oh green. Yes I'm green!"

I quickened my pace as well, matching Mark's.

"Oh Jesus, green!"

We began ramping up speed and force of our thrusts a little at a time, and each time our changes in tempo were met with a verbal, 'Green.'"

Mark and I had come to the point where we were pumping at a decent rate. We weren't thrusting all the way into her pussy, but we were taking longer, faster strokes. Because of our quick rate, our cocks would periodically shift about within her, trading places as it were, on either side of her cunt hole. It usually happened when Mark was pushing in. I'd feel him start to come up on one side of my cock, before it would shift over quickly to the other side, and each time we snapped over to different sides of her pussy, Pam belted out, "Green!"

Before long, Mark and I were pumping in as deep and as fast as we could. Pam was nearing that wonderful pinnacle of bliss, and all was green all the time, as she moaned and shouted different phrases of green, "Jesus it's green! Oh, I'm green! Yes, I'm green! Fuck, I'm green! Fuck me, I'm green! Fuck me green! Fuck me green! Fuck me green..." She continued shrieking 'Fuck me green,' all the way to climax.




Beetlesmith's Ch. 20



When she found release, she fell forward hard into Mark, causing him to lie all the way back on his ottoman. Her rapid, forward slump away from me nearly snapped my dick off it her pussy. Somehow, I was able to get off my ottoman and lean over the two without pulling completely out of her. Now that I was above her and with full use of my legs, I proceeded to slam-fuck her as hard as I could, driving all the way in.

"Oh my god!" she screamed, as I continued to pound into her.

"Are you green, baby?" I asked, laughingly.

"Yes!" she screamed again.

"Still green?"

"Yes!"

"How about now?"

"Fuck yes! Yes! Yes!"

I felt another thick, warm substance envelop my cock, other than Pam's continuous ejaculate, and knew Mark found his release, as well.

When Pam's body went limp and her arms dropped from Mark's chest, hanging lifeless off the ottoman, I finally pulled out of her.

I stood there a bit, watching her suck in air like a turbine. A thick and milky mixture of cum and arousal oozed from her pussy and from around Mark's cock, which was still lodged inside of her. The same mixture coated and dripped from my still hard cock.

When I thought she rested enough, I put my dripping cock close to her mouth, spanked her firmly for attention, and commanded, "Clean us."

Clean us she did.

Sexual excitement and temperatures were running high in the spectators after watching Pam's fantasy realized. As such, Karen allowed another ten-minute break in the game to give everyone the chance to satisfy his or her bubbling urges.

********

As the loud moans and heavy panting of the guests began to die down, Karen said, "Darcy, honey, take your turn in the middle of the circle,"

Darcy, being such a petite woman, looked every bit the little girl as she sat on the floor surrounded by the rest of us. If not for her ample breasts, most people would guess she were no more than a young teenager. What added to her allure of youth was her cute habit of cocking her head to the side in a child-like, inquisitive manner whenever asked a question, or when musing about a particular subject. She sat like that, now, cross-legged, her cute little head cocked to the side, as she thought about her one, deep fantasy.

Looking at her hands as she curled and knotted her fingers together in a nervous manner, she spoke, "I doubt if my fantasy will even come close to everyone else's. I feel kind of silly thinking..." She didn't finish her thought, but continued to stare at her knotting fingers as she blushed.

Karen said, soothingly, "Whatever you might think about yourself, Darcy, your fantasies have meaning to Sir and I. Never think they're too small or not intriguing enough. You're a dear friend and we love you. Anything you find meaningful is important to us."

Darcy smiled at Karen's comforting words, "Well, like Candice, this happened to me when I was very young. My dad..."

Darcy barely got the words out, before Gabby rudely blurted, "Oh God, not another daddy fetish!"

Piqued to anger at being interrupted when she was baring her soul, Darcy yelled, "Goddamn it Gabby, that's not it at all. Just let me fucking finish, before you fucking go off half-cocked!"

It was a bit comical hearing such rough language coming from someone with her petite stature and soft-spoken demeanor. After a moment's pause, Darcy continued, "Now, as I was going to say, my dad had this collection of porn videos. He had them squirreled away deep in his closet. Anyway, Dian and I found them one time when we were rummaging through his closet looking for what he got us for Christmas. He and mom used to always hide our presents there, and Dian and I would always peek before mom wrapped them."

"What did you think when you found them?" Karen asked.

"I really didn't know what to make of them at first. I mean, I knew they were movie videos, but they had pictures of naked women all over the covers. So they didn't look like the typical family movies we'd rent from the video store. They didn't show any naked guys or sex stuff on the covers, just naked women in sexy poses."

"Were they actually X-rated videos?"

Darcy blushed and became wide-eyed before answering, "Oh yeah, they were defiantly hard-core porn, as I found out a couple of weeks later."

Everyone laughed at Darcy's embarrassed reply.

"So, it's two weeks later, and it was my first, unsupervised slumber party. I had invited three of my girlfriends for a sleepover. Mom and dad thought I was old enough to be alone and take care of Dian. They were visiting friends for dinner, and wouldn't be home until late. Dian, who's a couple of years younger than me, went to bed early. So, the four of us are sprawled out in my room. We're in our PJs and wrapped up in sleeping bags, eating popcorn, talking and laughing. You know, the usual slumber party thing. Anyway, we got on the subject of Christmas presents, and I tell them about these movies I found with the naked ladies when I was looking for my presents. After I tell them this, my girlfriends ask me to go get one to show them. Now, my dad had about five or six of these movies, and I didn't know one from the other, so I just grabbed one at random. Mom and dad had a TV with a VCR in their bedroom, so we all sat on their bed and watched...and we watch...oh my, did we watch."

Karen asked, "How old were you, Darcy?"

"I don't know, probably thirteen or fourteen. I know I was out of puberty, because I was beginning to get interested in boys."

"After watching it did you...you know...experiment...play with each other?"

"Oh no, at least not together. I think we were all in shock, at first. I don't even think we watched the whole thing. Me, or maybe Cath, turned it off before the end, after this one, really weird scene. Anyway, after we talked and giggled a bit about it, I just went to sleep. I can't say what the others might have done in their sleeping bags when the lights were out. Maybe they were touching themselves, but I don't really know. All that aside, just because I didn't do anything right then, doesn't mean watching the porno didn't affect me."

"How so?"

"Ever since I watched that movie there's been this scene I can't get out of my head. At first it was something that captivated and repulsed me, all at the same time, but over the years, whenever I think about it, I totally saturate my panties."

Everyone hooted and howled at that.

"Carl and I even rented it when we were first married. I hadn't watched it since the slumber party, but the scene was exactly as I remembered it, pussy drenching. Carl didn't think the movie was all that great. He said it was kind of boring as far as pornos go."

Surprised by this revelation, Carl asked, "What movie was this?"

Looking at her husband, Darcy says with a hint of frustration, "You know, 'Behind the Green Door,' silly. Don't you remember the blowjob I gave you right after the movie?" Turning back to the rest of us, she explains, "I was so hot after that movie, all I could think of doing was sucking Carl's dick. I must have spent a good half hour just slow blowing and jerking him, really taking my time and doing it right. He swelled up bigger than I've ever seen, and it's all red and purple, and throbbing in my hand and mouth. I kept teasing him until he's arching his back way up in the air, way off the bed. Before I know it, he shoots a load straight up into the air, hitting the overhead light. I hear a loud, sharp sizzle right before the bulb bursts. Like when you touch a cold, wet towel to a hot bulb, it goes 'pop!' So now we have light bulb shards and hot filaments raining down on us and onto the bed, but we don't care as Carl's cum is flying everywhere and I'm pumping his cock like a bitch in heat."

There was more whooping, howling, and laughing as Darcy mimicked jerking a cock off feverishly with one hand while she's covering her eyes with her other, in a mock display of shielding them from pretend falling glass and flying cum.

Carl has a big smile on his face, as he says, "Geez, why didn't you tell me? If I'd known watching the movie did that to you, I would have bought you a Collector's Edition and a Director's Cut of the movie, if they have any."

Probably everyone had heard of the 'classic' porn film, although few of us, besides Darcy and Carl, had seen it—excluding our family porn expert, of course. Jackie asked, trying to be heard above the din of laughter, "Which scene Darcy, the Sapphic one, or the phallic one with the trapeze?"

Darcy blushed again before answering, "It's the all-girl scene near the beginning of the movie."

Jackie could barely contain her excitement, as she asked Karen, "Is it alright I take the lead on this, Queen Mistress?

Not knowing the particulars of the scene in question, Karen was only too happy to oblige Jackie's request; and thankful as well that we didn't have to rig up a trapeze contraption if it had been the other fantasy.

Jackie took a small cushion from the couch, and put it on the floor. She made Darcy lay on her back with her head on the cushion. Then she used one of my ties as a blindfold for Darcy. Jackie kneeled on the floor, right behind Darcy's head, softly rubbing her cheeks and smoothing her hair in a soothing manner, settling Darcy's piqued arousal. She whispered into Darcy's ear, but no one could hear what was said. Darcy blushed, smiled and sighed in response.

Still looking down at Darcy and running a gentle hand across her cheeks, Jackie said aloud, "Sorry guys, but this little fantasy is for ladies only, although I'm sure you're going to have just as much fun watching. Ladies, if you please, come into the circle...yes, all of you."

All the women except Karen knelt in a loose semi-circle surrounding Jackie and Darcy.

"All of you gather closer around Darcy, and pick an area of her body. There's probably not enough room for all of you at the same time, so some of will have to wait. Cecilia, dear, be the first to attend to her hoochie coo." Cecilia purred a yes.

Cecilia lay on her stomach, with her head between Darcy's legs. The other women, Candice, Lisa and Holly knelt along Darcy's right side, while Pam, Sara, and Raven were along her left. Gabby and Denise stayed back for the time being, although Denise sat alongside Cecilia, probably so she could be next between Darcy's legs if Cecilia needed a break.

"Nothing but slow, soft, wet kisses and tongues on your chosen areas to start ladies," Jackie said, "Our job is to make this last as long as possible."

The women started really slow, only running gentle, teasing fingers along the various parts of Darcy's body, and all of them carefully avoiding her erogenous zones at the start. Even Cecilia in the prize position started with the lightest kisses all around Darcy's groin, while avoiding her vulva.

Jackie took a more direct approach. Lying on her side, she half curled her body around Darcy's head. Propped up on an elbow, she leaned over Darcy. Her long, brunette hair was pulled to one side, and draped over the two like a curtain, covering a part of Darcy's face. The two kissed in a way that only two women can, using long, but soft, brushes and light touches of their lips. Every so often, they performed a softer embrace with their tongues, but never forcing them further into their mouths.

After a while of the soft kisses, they began to press their lips more firmly together, concealing their playful tongues within their mouths. The end of each long kiss was punctuated by a sweet, wet 'click' or a louder 'smack,' the sound created as they broke the suction from behind their lips for brief moments. Occasionally, Jackie would offer her throat to Darcy, who kissed it in the same manner as she had kissed Jackie's lips. Jackie would do the same to her, and continue kissing up Darcy's throat, then across her chin to resume the soft kissing of their lips.

Their sweet, languid kisses were the most sensuous thing I had witnessed that night, or any other, and its effect on Darcy was obvious. She sighed loudly or breathed deeply through parted lips during each, brief respite, waiting patiently for Jackie's returning embrace. Her arms were lying dormant at her sides, trapped as they were by the other women surrounding her, still her hands and fingers fidgeted wildly in the fibers or the carpet. It was the only visible sign that her arousal was ever so slowly creeping higher.

Following Jackie's soft, slow lead, the other women also took a slow track using soft kisses and gentle licks to various areas around Darcy's body. With Candice and Lisa on one side, and Pam and Sara on the other, both pairs concentrated most of their time to each of Darcy's breasts. Candice and Lisa specifically took a very Sapphic road, as each woman kissed and licked low on either side of a breast, then moved toward each other across Darcy's breast, slowly kissing and licking the whole way until they reached its crest. Once there, they continually brushed and flicked a quick tongue or lips all around the areola, or batted the hardened nipple between them. Darcy's areolas dimpled, becoming as stiff, hardened disks that noticeably stood out against the softer, surrounding mound of flesh. They repeated the whole Sapphic glide across her breast many times.

On the other side, Pam and Sara took turns drawing the nipple and areola fully inside their mouth, applying very little suction, but pressing down and licking hard with their tongue. Each time Darcy's breast was passed between them, I could see their saliva glistening against the dark rose color of Darcy's hardened nipple and areola. The saliva was used each time, licked and smeared all around the top of the breast before it was drawn back into a hungry mouth. Pam added her own special tease to Darcy when it was her turn. Every so often, she would suck on the breast hard, then quickly pull away, producing a loud popping sound as she did. She did this several times in a row before going back to more languid sucking and licking. At each 'pop,' Darcy's fingers would dig deeper into the carpet, as if the hardworking of her fingers aided in drawing out more of the sharp tingling in her breast caused by Pam's sharp popping.

It wasn't long before Sara, Candice and Lisa incorporated Pam's technique as well. Soon, the hard suck followed by the loud 'popping' became almost continuous, as did the twitching and fidgeting of Darcy's hands in the carpet.

Holly and Raven concentrated on the only major erogenous zone afforded them, as each kissed and licked Darcy, low on her abdomen, and journeyed chaotically with lips and tongues all about, from navel to mons, and along Darcy's thighs. Every so often, though, they would pause to kiss each other sweetly, then continue their circumnavigation all around Darcy's lower torso.

Most of the men's attentions were on Cecilia, who, by now, was softly kissing and biting Darcy's vulva with her lips. At first, she never parted the outer labia to attend to the more sensitive areas inside. She just used firm lips to nip at the thicker, outer flesh. A part of Darcy's inner fold was peeking out from between the outers, and on occasion, Cecilia would clamp it between firm lips and gently pull on it, or lick it in place. Other times, she would press her lips hard at a spot just above where Darcy's clitoris would be and jiggle her head, before returning to points around Darcy's outer vulva. Cecilia continued this way for quite a while, until Darcy's sparse bush was damp with her saliva, and her legs shifted about because of Cecilia's subtle teasing.

Parting the outer labia, Cecilia then applied a slow circling tongue to Darcy's hole. From there, she would shift higher, a slow traverse upward with her still circling tongue between the inner labia, inching her way to Darcy's clit. Once at the top, she would spend only a few moments circling Darcy's hardened pebble before repeating her slow traverse back down, through the groove, and ending at her cunt hole once more. Cecilia never tarried too long at either hole or clit, staying in constant motion with her slow traverse, up and down. It wasn't long before Darcy felt the urge to bring her knees up. Now, with her feet flat on the floor, she incessantly curled and dug her toes into the carpet, mimicking the fingers of her hands.

Denise wasn't going to wait for an opening. Instead, she concentrated her efforts on the only object of love and lust available to her. Positioning herself on her knees and between Cecilia's prostrate legs, she began to kiss the small of Cecilia's back in like manner as the others were doing to Darcy. She slowly made her way south, kissing and licking Cecilia's tight buttocks, and occasionally taking soft bites with her teeth to her firm flesh. Denise never parted Cecilia's cheeks, not at first, anyway, but she did run a soft tongue along the cleft before returning to Cecilia's well-rounded globes with her wet kisses.

Poor Gabby, being on the outside as she was, she looked like the proverbial runt of the litter, edged out by her stronger siblings who greedily suckled at their mother's teats.

It was obvious by now that none of the other women were going to relinquish their spots. They were too engrossed and aroused by what they were doing to Darcy to quit now. Moreover, each of them, I'm sure, could feel Darcy's slow rise to climax. All of us could, really, as her fingers and toes were in constant motion, and her legs shifted about in sensual, sexual agony. As such, all of them stayed put, desiring to be front and center for Darcy's release.

Gabby had to improvise then, and became a floater in the group, shifting from one spot to the next, kissing and licking, as an area on Darcy's body became available. If nothing opened for her, she would tease the other ladies who were kissing, sucking and licking, by running a finger between their labia, or cupping and massaging their vulvas with a flat, firm hand, and doing so for two women at a time.

By now, Jackie was up and kneeling right behind Darcy's head, but this time, between her soft kisses, she would shift forward so that her firm, full breasts hung down into Darcy's face. There, Jackie would shift to and fro, rubbing them softly across Darcy's lips and nose, or she would put Darcy's head fully between them as she moved back and forth, cause her huge tits to slide along Darcy's cheeks.

Taking hold of one of her breasts, Jackie held it firmly above Darcy's mouth, and ran the hardened nipple along Darcy's lips. Darcy pulled it into her mouth and sucked on Jackie's breast forcefully. Shifting over a bit, Jackie offered her other breast to suck. To and fro, Jackie shifted until she just let them hang into Darcy's face, allowing her to suck and tongue each to her heart's content.

Arousal was beginning to boil from all the women. You could almost smell it in the air, steeped as it was between their legs, their scent drifted out and up like a fine mist, filling the room. It took the men watching considerable effort not to plow their cocks between the inviting legs and soft rumps of the prostrate women, but that would have spoiled the fantasy. Instead, they relegated themselves to masturbating.

Karen's arousal was also piqued in the extreme, saturating her groin and the lounger beneath. She asked me to do something about it, but I told her it would be rude of me since all the other men had to go stag. She whined and pleaded again, but I still said no, and so, as with the men, she too had to resort to masturbating. She came in seconds of her first touch.

The four women who were concentrating on Darcy's breasts had brought their hands into the fray. They massaged and gripped her tits hard, and sucked on them even harder. Between hard sucks and licks, they tweaked and pinched her breasts with fingers, while softly biting at her nipples with their teeth.




Beetlesmith's



This was a game Karen always played with me: guess what I just bought, and, by proxy, how much money I just spent, because I'm wearing it right now. Unfortunately for me, most everything she buys looks just like the stuff she already has, so guessing becomes an exercise in futility.

I kissed her, and correctly guessed this time, "It looks like you colored your hair."

"Ooh, he makes dinner and pays attention to detail, I'd keep him." Gloria was trying to be funny, but to anyone that didn't know her, that statement would have sounded condescending. It was one of the many reasons why she was still single. She looked over my shoulder at the top of the stove, while asking, "What are you making us, Will?"

"Nothing fancy, I'll broil some nice steaks with asparagus on the side, and if you're really nice maybe I'll add a little hollandaise sauce to the asparagus."

I continued to cook dinner while Karen modeled some of the newly purchased merchandise. The clothes Karen bought were nice, she always had good taste, but all I saw were dollar signs. Toward the end of Karen's fashion show, I asked Gloria, "So, what did you get?"

"I got a nice silky bathrobe, white with red roses on one side. It looks kind of oriental, like a kimono," said Gloria.

"Well try it on so we can see it," I asked with interest.

Gloria was taken aback by my request. I suspect it was rare when any man showed interest in her, so she really didn't know how to respond, and reluctantly said, "Okay, how about after dinner?"

The dinner I made must have been especially good, or else we were all famished because we ate in no time. It was zero hour, and time to test Mr. Beetlesmith's magic elixir.

I asked, as I cleared the dishes away, "How would you two like a cappuccino?"

Gloria was going to help, but I said I could handle the mess. Besides, I didn't want either of the two women in the kitchen while I was trying to put the tabs laced with the elixir into their coffees.

It took all of five minutes to prepare the coffee. I made them extra sweet and with lots of foam so that the beverage was more like a rich dessert. As intended, the two ladies drank their spiked coffees in less time than it took for me to make them.

After about five minutes both Karen and Gloria became noticeably flushed, and started to complain that it was getting warm in the house. Pleading ignorance, I said I had not noticed any change, but suggested it was most likely residual heat from the kitchen making its way into the dining area.

The change in the two women was slow yet constant. Besides the more observable physical change just noted, their whole emotional and mental demeanor was undergoing a similar metamorphosis. Their conversation, both in tone and manner, was becoming more boisterous, and laced with sexual innuendo and double entendre. This wasn't much different than some of their normal conversations when they were drinking a bit too much, but soon the innuendos turned into full-fledged raucous, verbal lasciviousness.

I also noticed that their verbal sexual sparring was making them sexually aroused, evidenced by their hardening nipples that protruded noticeably from their blouses, and by their wandering hands, constantly touching and adjusting their hair, face, and various articles of clothing. Frequently, when they did adjust their blouse or bra beneath, and I suspect this was all done subconsciously, their hands would sometimes linger at their breasts, where they would, at times, give themselves a brief, yet seductive caress.

I watched all this in wonderment. The amazing thing about all of this was that they had no apparent comprehension that their conversations, and indeed their whole physical appearance, was being transformed, minute by minute, into one of extreme sexual banter and seductive mannerisms.

I decided to push them further along the lewd road they were headed, and nonchalantly asked, "What's gotten into you ladies? It's sounding more like a guy's locker room in here by the minute."

Karen laughed, "I wouldn't mind some guys from the locker room getting into us."

Gloria quickly responded, "Yeah, about nine inches into us."

It was really a bad joke, but it sent the two of them into another bout of boisterous laughter. Finally Karen responded semi-seriously, "Oh, we're just in a good mood. I think your lovely dinner is what started it. Does our talk bother you?"

"Not at all, I'm enjoying it. I'll have to make dinner more often if the evening always turns out like this."

I continued to watch the two women laugh at their sly innuendos. It was about thirty minutes since the drug started to take effect, and I've started to get some impressions about how the elixir works. The effects of the drug didn't act like a catalyst per se. That is to say, if left on their own I don't think that Karen or Gloria would be driven along a straight line trajectory to the heights of sexual depravity. It seemed to me that the drug acted as a type of ratchet, where the subject would attain a certain level of sexual excitement, but would remain at that level until a more intense outside physical or mental stimuli ratcheted them to a higher level. In this case the outside stimulus was me and my suggestive questions and statements, but I suppose a group dynamic where each member would input their own wants and desires would have the same effect.

Karen was asking Gloria about some of the doctors she worked with, and if there were any she would like to date. 'Date,' was Karen's code for 'are there any you would like to fuck?' It was also Karen's way of coaxing Gloria out of her sexual shell.

I decided to break in again and ratchet the dynamic up a notch, "Gloria, I've always wanted to ask you if you ever encountered any funny business working in a hospital?"

"Funny business?" Gloria asked in a slightly embarrassed tone, guessing where I was taking the conversation.

"You know, walking in on hospital staff doing it, patients making plays at you, that sort of thing."

Karen chimed in, "Yeah Gloria, tell us about that guy who came in for tests, the one with the big shlong."

Gloria told of how some patients, when they are under sedation, sometimes get an erection. The hard-on would usually last for a little while, but then it goes flaccid once the patient's sedated mind wanders to a new thought. It's no big deal, she said, and happens a lot, and it always provides the nurses with a good laugh afterwards. One time, however, there was a guy who was undergoing a strenuous battery of tests. In these cases, they usually put the patient under to make things easier on them and the staff, and like clockwork, the guy got an erection. The only difference was that supposedly he was built like a horse, and was maintaining the erection throughout the duration of the tests, which lasted a few hours. His erection was so large that they couldn't slide him into the cat-scan without first taping the engorged muscle down to his leg.

Karen was hooting about the story, and teasing Gloria about having to work around the large cock, and I could see that Karen was visibly aroused, more so than I have seen in a long time. I suspect Gloria was also, although I couldn't read her moods as well as I could Karen's. Gloria finally ended her story, "Toward the end of the tests, some of the nurses took pictures."

I asked, "What about you? Did you take any keepsakes?"

Gloria looked embarrassed again, but denied taking any pictures. However, by her reaction to my question, I sensed that she had done something not quite ethical.

"You didn't take pictures, but you did something. Come on let's hear it," I urged, pushing her to a confession.

Gloria was visibly shaken and extremely embarrassed now. It was obvious she didn't want to admit to anything, but the effects of the elixir were forcing her toward full disclosure and truthfulness. She tried to fight the urge to admit to something wrong, and may have succeeded in keeping her secret, if it wasn't for the fact that Karen was pushing her equally as hard by tossing out various sexual scenarios.

"What did you do, Gloria, did you fuck his hard-on when you got him back to his room? I know you and one of the other nurses took turns doing the nasty. You fucked him blue, didn't you?"

Gloria looked at her, aghast, and loudly pronounced, "No!" She giggled almost like a little girl, and said, "Well, I didn't... you know what...and I'm sure you're disappointed, Karen. But I did...I did something else. Now promise me you won't say this to anyone, because I could get fired."

Karen asked, laughingly. "Gloria, you live in Colorado. How in hell will anyone else find out?"

"Okay, Okay, I'm just paranoid about this stuff. Anyway, when I wheeled him back to his room he was still out, but..." She paused for a moment as if in thought, then a large smile crossed her face, "God was he hard!" Gloria and Karen held each other's hands, and started to laugh at each other. It was a few moments before Gloria finally got the whole story out, "Anyway I pulled the sheet down and I touched it. I started to stroke it. Faster and faster...and it was like...it got even bigger."

Karen was in rapt attention, "Did you...you know...suck it?"

Gloria looked at Karen again with even more incongruity than before, and loudly pronounced, "No!" She then turned beet-red before continuing, "Christ Karen, what do you take me for? I just stroked it a little, and then I heard voices out in the hall so I quick put the sheet back over it and left the room."

Karen couldn't hide her disappointment, and said in a somewhat mocking tone, "That's so baby, Gloria. Ooh, it was hard and I touched it," then probably forgetting I was present, she added, "If it were me I would have stuck that big dick so far up my pussy my nose would bleed."

Gloria said, surprised, "Karen!" Then she nudged Karen with her elbow, while tilting her head toward me.

Karen got red in the face and put her hands over her mouth, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I forgot you were here."

I smiled at her, and said in a dry, unconcerned voice, "That's all right. If our roles were reversed, I probably would have said the same thing."

It was fairly obvious that both women were extremely aroused. Their breath was becoming labored, while beads of sweat were forming along their brow and down their cleavage. Karen continued to comment on the warmth that was now almost unbearable for the two of them.

"It is kind of warm in here," I said off-handedly, and then added, "Why don't you guys get more comfortable, and we'll continue our conversation in the living room. Besides Gloria, I want to see you in your new robe."

I put some music on and I sat on the couch as I waited for the two women. Karen came out first wearing a short Grecian robe that she liked to wear when she was horny. She also had a glass of wine.

I thought back to Mr. Beetlesmith's warning against mixing the elixir with alcohol, but remembered that it was in conjunction with six ounces, and not a glass, so I let it pass. Besides, what was I going to do, take it from her? She sat down next to me, her back leaning against me for support. I shifted around so that we were sitting lengthwise on the couch, with her sitting between my legs.

"I want to fuck tonight," she whispered.

I asked, coyly, "You do?" And how and where do you want it?"

"I don't care," she said with a bit of frustration, "Hard...anywhere. In the bed, outside, in the bath tub, I don't care."

Laughing at her misunderstanding, I clarified, "No, I meant where do you want my cock, or should I say how far up your ass do you want my cock?"

Karen got that fake surprised look on her face, the kind that said 'I'm going to look shocked that you said that, but really you're talking my language.' She smiled, looked around to see if Gloria had come out, and then whispered, "You have no idea how I want it, just wait till later and I'll show you."

I said, teasingly, "I don't know, Karen. I'm not sure if I'll be in the mood tonight. That 'nose bleed' comment kind of turned me off."

Now she really looked frustrated, "You're not going to make me beg, are you?"

"Oh, I think you'll be doing a lot more than begging before the evenings over, and you'll like it as well."

She laughed softly as she bit my ear lobe. I moved my hand between her legs, and she opened them wide for me. She still had her panties on, but I had no trouble feeling how warm and moist her groin was even through the fabric. I slipped my hand underneath them, and slid a finger down and along the lips of her vulva and into her opening. Karen moaned with delight, "Maybe we should just call it a night. I don't think I can wait any longer."

"No, we can wait. It would be rude to Gloria if we bagged on her now. Besides, I do want to see her bathrobe, but I'm wondering what's keeping her."

Karen giggled, "I think I know." At which point, Karen simulated masturbatory movements with her fingers above her crotch.

"You mean like this?" I said, taking my fingers out of her pussy to gently massage her clitoris.

The stimulation was quite ordinary; something meant to tease rather than to cause true arousal. Just a slow circular movement about her protruding button, but its effect took us both by surprise. I had no sooner stroked her clit a couple of times when Karen gave a loud but abrupt moan, which was followed by a visible shudder. I then felt warm fluid bathe my fingers, and saw a large patch of wetness spreading out across the crotch in her panties.

"Did you just come?"

"I told you I couldn't wait," Karen said, panting, "Jesus, fuck, that was the most incredible thing I ever felt. It just snuck up on me without warning. One second I'm just enjoying your attention and the next, open the fucking flood gates. You have the touch tonight, ba..." She looked down and noticed the large stain on her panties, "Oh crap, these were new."

"You're lucky my hand was in the way, I blocked most of it with my fingers."

It was at this point that Gloria finally joined us dressed in her new robe.

Usually, Karen was the paragon of modesty, and given the compromising position we were in with her full breasts almost spilling out the her robe, legs spread revealing a soaked groin, and with my hand down her panties, she would have immediately straightened herself up and closed her legs the second Gloria came into the room. This time she didn't. Gloria sized up the situation immediately, and was about to excuse herself thinking that Karen and I wanted to be alone, but I called her back, "Where are you going? I still haven't even seen your new robe."

Gloria appeared more than slightly embarrassed, "I don't know. I thought you guys wanted to be left alone."

I removed my hand from Karen's panties, but I purposefully left it resting on the inside of her thigh, saying, "I'm sorry Gloria that was rude of us. We didn't hear you coming."

"I wonder if she heard me coming," Karen said, laughingly, and not quietly, either.

Gloria said in mock embarrassment at Karen's overt slutiness, "Karen! Really, maybe I should leave you two alone."

"Stay! Please," I said firmly, but with slight humility in my voice so that it sounded more like a request rather than a command.

She was staring down at Karen's groin. She must see the large wet patch, and saw my hand caressing Karen's pussy before I removed it, and as she stood there staring at us, I cupped one of Karen's breasts and began to gently massage it. She knew what had happened, and knew what would happen again. Her moral instincts told her to leave the room, but something more basic, more animal, was causing her to stay. It didn't help that I was sending her mixed signals on purpose. Telling her to stay at the same time I was obviously feeling up my wife. This must be an experience that she rarely encountered, and I wanted to see what her reaction would be.

I knew that Karen was at the peak of sexual arousal. I could probably suggest any act my imagination could conjure and she would do it willingly, but I wasn't sure how far along Gloria was, or given her sexual naiveté, whether she could ever be pushed to the same level as Karen. My faith in Mr. Beetlesmith's elixir was not yet complete.

I complimented her, "I don't know what it is, but that robe really looks good on you. It fits you so well. Turn around."

Gloria slowly pirouetted, "I really like the feel of the material. Do you really think it looks good on me?"

"Absolutely," Karen and I said in unison. Then I added, "I really like how the front conforms so well to your breasts, and accentuates your cleavage."

Normally, upon hearing that she was exposing too much skin, Gloria would quickly cover herself, but her reaction was just the opposite. She deliberately pulled her robe open a bit further. Then sliding it a bit off her shoulders, she leaned forward so that her breasts almost spilled out of their covering, she asked, "You mean like this?"

Karen giggled and elbowed me at the same time, "God, Gloria, cover up a bit, Will's hard-on is poking me in the back."

This was also something new for Gloria, a man who complimented her, found her alluring, and who was sexually aroused by her looks. She stood staring at the two of us not sure what to do or how to respond.

"Why don't you sit down on the couch with us," I said.

She took a seat at the opposite end of the couch, and sat facing us.

I said to Karen, "Why don't you be a good hostess and get our guest a glass of wine."

Reluctantly, Karen got off the couch, and said in a tone half joking, yet half serious, "Now you two keep your hands off each other, at least until I get back."

Gloria laughed nervously at Karen's statement, but she stopped herself when she noticed the obvious bulge in my pants. She sat there staring for a long while, oblivious to the fact that I was intently watching her expression. I could see that the wheels were turning in her mind. She was deep inside a conscience fantasy, and there was a lean, hungry look on her face that I often saw in Karen. Occasionally, she would part her lips slightly and wet them quickly with her tongue, before falling deeper into her sexual trance. I thought that maybe, just maybe, she was going to ask me to pull it out and let her have her way with it, but that was probably wishful thinking on my part.

"A penny for your thoughts," I asked, finally.

She snapped out of her trance, "I'm sorry, I was daydreaming," she said, embarrassed.

Karen came back and handed Gloria a glass of wine, "What did I miss?"

"I could be wrong, but I think Gloria was dreaming about that patient of hers."

Karen asked, jokingly, "Is that true, were you dreaming about Mr. Big?"

Gloria took a large gulp of wine before answering. She seemed a bit perturbed that Karen and I kept goading her into areas that she really didn't want to go.

"No, I wasn't thinking of Mr. Big," she said in a mocking voice, mimicking Karen's. Then with a candor I rarely seen her exhibit, she said, "But if you must know, I was thinking that I'm really aroused. I mean I'm really fucking horny. I don't know if it was the dinner, or us talking about guy stuff, or the story about Mr. Big, but I've never felt this horny before. So anyway, when you got up to get my wine, I got a nice long look at Will's..." She hesitated a bit, trying to come up with a polite way to say it, but failing that she blurted out, "A really nice, long look at the big freaking bulge in Will's pants."

Karen turned with mouth open and looked at me for confirmation. Obviously, she never heard Gloria this open before. So I said, "Yeah, she was staring at it the whole time you were gone. I hated to break her out of her daydream, because I found it flattering and kinda sweet."

"You would," Karen responded, sarcastically, and then asked Gloria, "So what did you think?"




Beetlesmith's



Gloria looked shocked, but at the same time aroused that the guy's wife, no matter how great and longstanding the friendship, was asking for details of her lustful, albeit mental, transgression.

However, I saw something else in Gloria's eyes, something deeper inside her, besides the false shock and chaste lust, there was malice. I don't think Karen picked up on it or else she wouldn't have kept asking her questions, but the malice was there, boiling just below the surface, and Karen's constant prodding's were starting to bring it out.

Karen kept staring at her with rapt attention, like a cat staring at a caged bird. She wanted an answer from Gloria, and she wanted it now.

Gloria took another long draw from her wine before she let loose, "Alright, you want to know what I thought? I'll tell you, but don't get pissed at me because you asked. I'm staring at his bulge, and I'm thinking here's my friend who I've known for years, husband to my most dearest friend in the world, and he's got this... this boner, and I gave it to him. Me! Plain ol' Gloria. The one no one wants to lay gave Will a 'stiffy,' just because I showed him a little cleavage."

Karen then crossed the proverbial bridge that was too far, when she mockingly tried to correct Gloria's verbiage, "Gloria, no one calls it a stiff..."

Gloria exploded, cutting Karen off at mid-sentence, "Oh shut the fuck up. I don't give a crap what you call it, you anal retentive bitch!"

To say she was angry was an understatement. Karen just sat there in stunned silence. I'm not sure why Gloria was mad, but Beetlesmith's warning about combining the two drugs sprang to mind. If Gloria's rage and overreaction was caused by just one glass of wine, then what would ingesting six ounces with the elixir do? The thought set a brief shudder down my spine.

In any event, twenty years or more of Gloria's sexual frustration began to boil over and spill out right in front of us, "And you know what I wanted for him to do? I wanted him to unzip his fly, pull out that fat cock, and push it into me. Into my pussy, into my mouth, I wouldn't care because I want his cock badly, and because I know damn well he's not getting any of that from you. That's right I said it out loud for Will to hear, because you don't have the guts. Go ahead and tell him about these little fuck games you play just because you think he's not paying enough attention to you." She paused for a moment daring Karen to defend herself. When she saw that Karen wasn't going to respond, she continued in a mocking, sarcastic tone, "Aw poor Karen, buys some new clothes, or gets her hair done, and Will doesn't even notice. No nookie for him tonight. Try it from my end sometimes if you think you're not getting enough attention, bitch. Do you have any goddamn idea what it's like to know no one wants you, or gives a fuck about you?"

"Gloria, Will and I care..." Karen started, trying to soothe her, but Gloria wasn't having any of it.

"I don't mean friends. I know you care, but I'm talking about something more intimate." Gloria started to cool down and laughed sardonically to herself, "That's the irony, Karen, you got it all. The great house, the great life, and it's all provided to you by a great husband, and I wanted a little taste of it. I wanted to feel what it was like to have someone who gave a shit about me, but most of all I liked feeling desirable and being desired. I wanted to know what it was like to have someone who loves me, want to fuck me."

Gloria started to cry. The full weight of her overwrought outburst started to hit home and she felt shame. She slumped forward into Karen's arms, "I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. I didn't mean to call you a bitch."

I sat back and thought that the evening was over. The tears were out, and the rest of the evening will be spent soothing egos and mollifying sorrow.

Note to self: no more alcohol the next time you use the elixir. Well, live and learn, I guess.

Karen was in full maternal mode, and hushed Gloria while patting her on the back. Gloria just kept repeating, 'I'm sorry,' over and over again as Karen rocked her in her arms saying, 'it was okay, and that she deserved the scolding because she really was acting the bitch.'

This went on for some time, and I was about give up on the whole evening when Gloria did something quite unexpected. As Karen continued to comfort her, Gloria looked up at me and smiled saying, "I sorry I was so stupid, can you forgive me, too?"

I smiled back at her and nodded, and was about to say something witty when Gloria leaned forward and kissed me.

It was a friendly kiss at first, almost sisterly, a soft brush of the lips without any clasping or grasping of hands to body. But she refused to release me, and began to press harder into me. Then, ever so gently and without hesitation she slid her tongue into my mouth.

I was surprised at first, and was expecting some type of condemnation from Karen, who must be aware of Gloria's forwardness given that she was trapped between us, but no rebuke was forthcoming. As Gloria continued to probe my mouth I shot a quick glance down at Karen and saw the reason for her indifference, Karen was gently and seductively fondling Gloria's breasts.

I don't know what possessed Karen to initiate the sexual overture. I suspect that when Gloria leaned forward to kiss me, her tits inadvertently ended up in Karen's face, who found them too tempting to refuse. In any event, once the metaphorical ethical brakes had come off, any remaining moral reluctance against their intimacy quickly evaporated. From then on, Gloria and Karen explored each other with complete, unbridled passion and with a complete lack of inhibition.

Gloria continued to hold onto my lips with her own as Karen played with both of her breasts. I guided Gloria's hand down to Karen's pussy. Gloria fumbled a bit with Karen's panties before I heard a sharp rip as she tried to remove them.

"Well, they were new," Karen said, giggling.

"I'm sorry, Karen. I'll buy you another pair," was Gloria's sheepish reply.

"Oh, you owe me more than a pair of new panties," Karen said, in the voice of a reprimanding parent. With that, she pushed Gloria's head between her legs, and instructed, "Naughty girl has to eat my pussy."

Gloria didn't hesitate, and lunged into Karen's moist, warm pussy with full vigor.

Karen reacted immediately to Gloria's tongue with a sharp intake of air through parted lips, a closing of her eyes, and a noticeable arching of her back, forcing her pelvis even closer and harder into Gloria's mouth. Clutching Gloria's head firmly with her hands, Karen continued to forcefully move Gloria's head about, grinding her firmly into her pussy and smearing her arousal all over Gloria's lips and face.

It was obvious as I watched the two women that the antagonism that had started between them was still present, yet it was contained to a certain degree, and sexualized. The give and take between the two was extremely erotic, yet, at the same time, alarming to watch. I have never seen Karen possessed by such a raw sexual fervor, the character of which being amplified by the extreme sexual tone and vulgar nature of her language. For her part, Gloria was just as sexually aggressive, although not in such an overt way as Karen.

I think their sexual interplay was also augmented by their close friendship. Both knew of each other's psychological weaknesses and strengths, and played off of, and against, each other's foibles to great effect; thus, driving each other into even higher levels of sexual arousal and eroticism.

Karen said, lustfully, "So you want to fuck my man? Then you had better suck my pussy first, bitch. That's right. Suck my pussy like a good little girl. And if I'm satisfied, maybe I'll let you suck his cock."

Gloria responded in kind, by pulling and nibbling Karen's swollen clitoris with her lips and teeth, while jamming, one, two, and then three fingers deep into Karen's cunt.

"Oh, fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, that's the spot." Karen continued to repeat with obvious euphoric pleasure. Then yanking Gloria up by the hair, asked rabidly, "You like sucking on momma's pussy don't you, you naughty girl?"

Gloria left her fingers inside Karen's pussy, and started to vigorously suck on her tits. Occasionally, Gloria would taunt and verbally entice Karen while biting on her hard nipples, "Karen, you're such a slut."

"I'm the slut?" Karen giggled, as she pushed Gloria's head back between her legs, "Then why are you the one eating my pussy."

Karen leaned back further into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I reached around in front of her and fondled her breasts and gently pulling on her hardened nipples. Gloria continued to work her fingers deeper inside of Karen while gently nibbling on her clitoris. The duel effect was causing Karen to moan uncontrollably, softly at first, but with increasing zeal as her climax neared.

It wasn't long before Karen arched her back off of me while thrusting her hips further forward, and clamping Gloria's face fully against her groin in a final act sexual domination. Once positioned, she froze momentarily, uttering no sound nor taking any breath before she began to shudder violently.

Gloria was having a difficult time keeping her lips locked on Karen's clitoris while Karen vibrated uncontrollably. The sight of these two women in the throes of sexual ecstasy was breathtakingly erotic, but at the same time Gloria's head-bobbing in syncopation with Karen's pelvic gyrations was almost comical. So much so, that I wasn't sure whether I was going to ejaculate in my pants or laugh out loud.

Karen collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily. In the meantime, Gloria had shifted forward and was kneeling over Karen. A smile crossed her still moist face as she looked down at Karen, admiring her accomplishment. Satisfied with her handiwork, she turned her attentions toward me. Leaning over Karen, she kissed me gently on the lips.

"That was a first for me," she said still kissing me, "I never got a woman off."

Karen laughed, not a malicious laugh intended to hurt, but one still directed with overt sarcasm, "Oh Gloria, I'm pretty sure I'm the first anyone you ever got off."

Gloria ignored the obvious cut at her virginity and ego, and playfully put her hand over Karen's mouth, "It never ceases to amaze me how much in command of the obvious you are, but maybe Will can change all that tonight."

Gloria sat full onto Karen's chest, immobilizing her further as she continued to kiss me sweetly on the mouth.

"Wait a minute, bitch, I might have something to say about that," Karen responded half seriously, half jokingly through Gloria's hand.

Gloria and I ignored Karen, and I said to Gloria before sliding my tongue further into her mouth, "Oh, I think there's going to be a lot of firsts tonight."

I may be rubbing Karen's nose in it a bit too hard, but she was still being a bitch, particularly toward Gloria. I also wanted to see how much I could push Karen. How much would the elixir block her natural tendencies to lash out against having her ego bruised and against so obviously a subservient and humiliating position?

Karen was also prudish when it came to lesbianism. A natural tendency given her sexual nature, to be sure; however, she seemed to take her squeamishness to the extreme. She was always making derogatory comments and diverting her eyes during lesbian scenes of the few pornographic movies we viewed, or even requesting to fast forward large sections of movies when there was too much girl on girl action, even in mixed-couple settings. Obviously her natural inhibition was being blocked by the elixir, as evidenced by the sexual tête-à-tête from a moment ago; however, it was one thing, gripped in the throes of passion, to allow herself the enjoyment of another woman's attentions, but it would be altogether something else for her to provide quid pro quo with equal enthusiasm.

I fully undid Gloria's robe and gently fondled her breasts. Our lips remained locked together as I ran my fingers over her hard nipples, firmly cupping and massaging her tits. Not releasing her mouth, Gloria's breathing quickened and became more forceful as she labored to inhale and exhale through her nose. She let her arms drop, and started to fondle the bulge in my pants, occasionally uttering soft moans of anticipation as she meticulously explored my erection's full length and breadth with her hands. 

Karen made a feeble sound of protest, but Gloria continued to ignore her. Our guest was fully enjoying the moment, and herself. Not only because this was probably the first intimate contact she had with a man, but that she was also exerting full domination and command over Karen, a circumstance in which she rarely found herself.

Gloria fumbled with my zipper. She was trying to undo it without looking, but was having a difficult time manipulating it. I was about to help her when I felt Karen reach up and deftly unzip my pants. Karen's act of compliance caused my cock to swell further, making it difficult for Gloria to maneuver her hand through the opening. She finally managed to worm her hand through, around, and into my underwear, and slowly probed my erection with her fingertips, starting first at the head and gradually working her hand down and inward. Pausing a moment to cup and massaging my balls, she worked her hand back up along my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it while gently stroking.

As each moment of her examination passed, I could hear her breathing become more labored until she had to break off our embrace. When she did, she breathlessly exclaimed, "I want to suck it!"

Those magic words still ring in my ears. Said so sweetly, almost innocently, but full of barely subdued raw sexual tension, and spoken without a hint of moral reservation or hesitation in full view of Karen—it was almost more than I could stand. However, I needed to fight the urge to let her have her way. Not under the influence of the drug myself, I didn't want to join in the frivolities too early and burn myself out too quickly. I didn't know how long the elixir's affects would last, and I wanted to be somewhat engaged with the two women until, at least, near the end.

I looked down at Karen to see how she reacted to Gloria's request. Much to my surprise, it looked as if she was enjoying her subdued position and unique perspective, and just passively, but intently watched Gloria continue to fondle and fumble around in my pants. There was a dream-like quality in Karen's eyes as she bit her lower lip in anticipation at what Gloria was about to do.

Gloria had almost gotten my cock out of my pants and was starting to lean forward, mouth opened at the ready, when I intervened, "Karen, I think before Gloria gets too involved that maybe you need to thank her first for her gestures of friendship. One good turn deserves another. Don't you think, dear?"

My words snapped Karen out of her trance. She hesitated for a brief moment, as if she were going to protest or did not understand the suggestion, but then she reached around and grabbed Gloria by her ass, and lifted her off her chest. I heard a loud rip, as Karen, trying to slide the crotch in Gloria's panties to the side and expose her pussy, tore through them, instead.

"Karen! Those were new," laughed Gloria.

Karen giggled, "Oopsy."

"Here let me take them off before..." Gloria started to say as she vainly tried to lift herself up, but Karen continued to rip at the garment, leaving it in tattered shreds; that is, all except for what little fabric remained intact along the waistband.

"Why Gloria Resik, you little slut, you shave down there," said Karen purring, "You are just full of surprises tonight."

I looked down and sure enough, except for a small patch of pubic hair located just above her pussy, Gloria's groin was completely bald.

For some reason Gloria, turning beet red from embarrassment, felt compelled to explain herself, mentioning something about hygiene and whatnot, but she stopped in mid-sentence when Karen took a moistened fingertip and slowly ran it along the length of her inner labia, stopping only briefly to massage her clitoris.

The look on Gloria's face was priceless, and represents one of those iconic moments that you play over and over again in your mind as the ultimate symbol of the evening's events. Her face assumed a kind of joyful, openmouthed, wide eyed expression of apparent surprise. The surprised look quickly gave way to one of bliss, as she uttered a loud moan and narrowed her eye lids into misty coated slits when the euphoria washed over her.

'Thank you, Mr. Beetlesmith,' was all I could think of at the time.

"It's such a cute little pussy too, all clean and smooth," Karen said, teasingly, as she continued to work her fingers around Gloria's protruding labia and clit, "And so very wet."

With those words Karen applied her mouth and tongue to the mix, and began to hungrily suck Gloria's pussy.

I looked down at my wife as she unreservedly serviced our good friend, and thought that a rare moment had occurred. Here was a person that I lived with, worked with and slept with for nearly twenty years, and thought I had come to know all of her likes and dislikes, wants and desires, and had come to know and understand all of her idiosyncrasies, even better than I knew my own. Then one day they do or say something that you could never imagine them doing under any circumstance, and doing it as naturally as if they had done it their whole life. That moment invariably changes our perspective of the world and of the person we thought we had come to know. Drug or no drug, it was difficult for me to believe that Karen and I would go back to what we were before this evening. Our marriage will be different. How different, and in what direction the course of our lives would go from this moment on, I couldn't guess; but for good or ill, after tonight all of us will be changed people. The feeling was both frightening and exhilarating.

I could no longer remain a passive observer of the unfolding events. Moving out and around the two women, I planted myself between Karen's legs. It was a position I assumed many times before, but now I had the unique perspective of also watching a third party share in our pleasurable experiences.

Karen's vulva has as wet as I had ever known. She had come twice already, and still showed no sign of dryness or irritation. Her labia and clitoris were fully extended and exposed, and as I gently touched each with my fingertips it seemed as though more of her natural fluid visibly leaked out of her. I could hear her loud sucking sounds interspersed with low moaning as she found even greater enthusiasm in eating Gloria.

Gloria had started to shift her hips back and forth, rubbing Karen's face with her pussy just as Karen had done to her, and said teasing, "Who's the slut now, Karen?"

Karen replied by gripping Gloria's tits even firmer, pinching and pulling on her hard nipples as tactile acknowledgement that she was indeed a slut. I was amazed by how rough Karen treated Gloria's tits, and thought that it must hurt, but Gloria showed no sign of pain or discomfort. Instead, she clamped Karen's hands harder to her breasts and forced her pussy down even harder, all while gyrating her hips with even more enthusiasm against Karen's open mouth.

As Karen licked and sucked Gloria's clit, I reached a hand under Gloria and inserted three fingers as far as I could into her dripping pussy. I did the same to Karen with my other hand, and continued to suck roughly on her clit. In response, Karen hefted her hips ever so slightly forcing my fingers even further into her and at the same time reached around and grabbed Gloria's ass, and pulling her even closer to her face.




Beetlesmith's



Gloria had stopped gyrating, but was moaning uncontrollably. I could tell she was nearing climax, and it was at these times with Karen that I like to do something special. As I continued to slide my fingers inside of Gloria, I placed my thumb firmly against her anus. It wasn't enough to cause penetration, just enough to teasingly shift her attention away from her building orgasm.

The effect was near instantaneous. It started as an abrupt spasm in Gloria's upper body that made her lean forward. Clutching Karen's head she continued to spasm, while loudly pleading, "Don't stop," over and over again. Her every pronouncement was met with another spasm, and another, until she was totally bent over Karen, her head resting on the arm of the couch. Still, she continued shuddering and pleading, "Don't stop."

Gloria's continual orgasm seemed to create a cascading effect that rippled down and enveloped Karen as well. She uttered no cry or audible moan, but stiffened ever so slightly just before I felt a rush of warm fluid that bathed my face and fingers.

I looked up at the two of them. Gloria was still bent over Karen's head, but her body was beginning to relax. From my position I couldn't see either of their faces, but I could hear both of them laughing in obvious sexual contentment and excitement.

Still panting slightly and laughing, Karen asked rhetorically, "What the hell is happening to me?" There was no answer except both of them giggled louder.

I playfully touched Karen's clit again, which caused her to flinch slightly given that it was still sensitive. Then kissing her inner thigh I said, "Maybe we should continue this in the bedroom where we can be more comfortable."

Gloria was the first to move, "Wait for me. I've got to pee first."

I moved up and sat next to Karen. As she looked up at me I could see her eyes still had that smoky, dream-like quality I saw in them previously, and again she asked, "Really, what the hell has gotten into me?"

I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders in ignorance, and then asked, "What are you feeling?"

"I don't know. Christ, I've come three times already and all I can still think of doing is shoving your cock into my mouth, and doing it all over again."

"Not a bad idea, I must say," I said, still smiling.

Karen smiled back, but returned to her previous thought, "And that girl, my lord, she almost drowned me. I didn't think I would like it, but when she grabbed my head, I couldn't think of anything else except making her come across my face. Is that what it's like for you when you make me come, the thrashing, the spasms...the wet?"

I kissed her before answering, "It's what I enjoy the most about our sex life, particularly the thrashing and spasms and the wet. Why do you think I like going down on you all the time to the exclusion of almost everything else?"

"Everything," she asked with impish incredulity, "Including blow jobs?"

"No, you got me there. I'm not that altruistic."

Karen thought for a moment more, then asked, "Me and Gloria. Us, I mean. None of this bothers you?"

At first I didn't understand the question, and just stared at her in disbelief for a moment before answering rhetorically, "What are you, stupid or something?"

She gave a large sigh of contentment at my answer, and giggled again while absentmindedly rubbing my chest with her hands.

We heard the toilet flush, and saw Gloria scamper by on her way to our bedroom, "Come on, what are you guys waiting for?"

As Karen and I made our way to the bedroom, I started to kick myself for not going to the adult toy store like I had planned. Oh well, live and learn, again.

Gloria had already situated herself on the bed, and was casually playing with herself. Karen was just climbing in next to her when I remembered, "Karen, where's that vibrator of yours?"

"Vibrator? Ooh, that's right," said Karen as she quickly got off the bed, "I think it's buried in my closet somewhere." As she rummaged around for the elusive device, she added in an off-hand manner, "I hope the batteries are still good."

Gloria said with some surprise, "Geez, Karen, I would think you'd have it closer at hand than in your closet."

"I find that sweet. Obviously I'm enough for her," I retorted with false pride.

As Karen jumped back onto the bed next to us, this time with the vibrator, Gloria had a brainstorm of her own, and exclaimed loudly, "Ooh, cucumbers!"

Karen and I looked at each other, and then at her, before saying in unison, "What?"

Gloria tried to clarify herself, "Do you guys have any cucumbers?"

A look of complete understanding crossed Karen's face as she again hopped off the bed and went to the kitchen.

I started to laugh to myself remembering what Mr. Beetlesmith had said earlier, 'The person not only becomes a willing participant, but an actual instigator in any nocturnal activities you so desire.' How true, Mr. Beetlesmith.

Karen leaped back on the bed, laughing, "Now, where were we?"

Seeing that her hands were empty, I asked, "Where're the cucumbers?"

"It's been in the fridge, so I have to let it warm up, you dope. It's in the sink soaking in hot water."

I was about to make another comment when Gloria got another brainstorm, "You guys have any K-Y Jelly?"

"K-Y Jelly!" I stared at her for a second before continuing, "You know for a person who claims absolute naiveté about sex, you sure know an awful lot about..."

Karen interrupted me by giggling, "Just shut up and get the K-Y," then added, as I started to get up, "And if we don't have any K-Y, bring the baby oil instead. No wait, bring both if we have them, and don't forget the cucumber, it should be warm by now. 

"Yes Master," I said, using my best Boris Karloff impersonation.

I came back with a bottle of baby oil, "We didn't have any K-Y."

Karen snatched the bottle from me and began spraying Gloria in the chest and stomach with a heavy stream of oil.

Gloria shrieked, "Christ Karen, that's fucking cold."

Karen only laughed as she began spraying more of the oil around Gloria's tits and groin. Not to be outdone, Gloria proceeded to do the same to Karen. They both fell into an oily, groping mass of arms, legs and hands, wriggling against each other and spreading more of the oil around with their bodies. I left them thrashing around the bed as I went to the kitchen for the vegetable. It was still cool to the touch, and thought about leaving it in the now tepid water a bit longer, but figured at this point the two women wouldn't give a damn.

On my return with the makeshift phallus, I saw that Karen and Gloria had finally settled on one particular position, both were sitting upright facing each other, and in a tight and passionate embrace.

It was my turn to have a brainstorm, and I directed them, "You two look too comfortable to move, but why don't you put your pussies closer together. That's right, closer, so that they touch."

With their vulvas in contact, it was easy to slip the vibrator down between them and stimulate their clitori simultaneously. They continued to kiss and fondle each others breasts as I slowly worked the vibrator to and fro, up and down. It wasn't long before both were pushing their hips closer together and wedging the vibrator tightly against their labials.

Karen came first, a subtle shuddering of her body as she uttered a single, abrupt yelp before collapsing backwards onto the bed panting. I was going to continue stimulating Gloria's clit, who was nearing her own orgasm, but Karen had other ideas.

"Will, what's come over me," was her only rhetorical comment, as she laid Gloria on her back and then mounted her in a traditional sixty-nine position. Shifting her bottom so that her pussy was just in front of Gloria's mouth, Karen ordered, "Suck my pussy like I know you want to!"

As Gloria eagerly complied with the demand, Karen took the cucumber and vibrator and fucked Gloria with both.

Karen ever so gently inserted the cucumber into Gloria's pussy while rubbing the vibrator all around her swollen labia and clitoris. When she had slid the vegetable about half way in and determined that Gloria was ready, Karen took the vibrator and just pressed it against her anus. Working the vibrator and cucumber in tandem, in and around their respective orifices, Karen licked and nibbled at Gloria's protruding clitoris.

Gloria had stopped sucking on Karen's pussy at this point as the waves of euphoria took hold of her. All she could do was lay her head back on the bed and moan. Her moans soon developed into loud, unintelligible gasps and groans. They were the types of sounds one makes when trying to talk, but you don't have enough air, or strength, or even a clear enough thought in order to form coherent words or phrases.

Her groans quickly gave way to long sustained shrieks of pleasure that culminated into another orgasm.

Karen left Gloria panting and turned her attentions to me. Seeing me next to Gloria and that I had taken off my clothes, she asked with an impish grin, "So, you've decided to jump into the pool?"

"Well, I can't let you two continue and have all the fun," I said as I pulled her down on top of me.

Karen began kissing my chest, and asked off-handedly, "What took you so long?"

"Just think of me as one of those Siamese fighting fish. You know, the smart one from that Bond movie; the one that let's the other fish struggle and thrash about while he watches and waits, until the other two are just..."

"...just too over-sexed to deny the smart one any possible sexual desire he might think up," Karen giggled, as she started working her attention toward my groin.

"Something like that," I agreed, "Although it was tempting to jump in earlier; you with your ass in the air, and Gloria lying prostrate with her mouth open and moaning, inviting something to be inserted. Let's just say it was a situation I found difficult to let pass."

Karen gave a little yelp and jumped, as Gloria, having caught her breath, quietly came from behind and goosed her with her thumb.

"I moan with my mouth open? How rude of me," Gloria said giggling, as she lay down beside me.

Gloria and I watched as Karen began to playfully kiss and lick the head of my cock, seductively moving her moist lips all around the bulbous gland, occasionally darting her tongue across the underside of my shaft and causing the head to visibly swell, further. Karen never tarried in one place too long, by teasingly shifting her lips up and down the shaft, stopping only briefly to massage my scrotum with her tongue, before continuing her ascent back up to the head.

Karen had never been an enthusiastic cocksucker. It was an understandable trait, I guess, but one that disappointed me. Just as some men like eating pussy, and others don't, some women like performing fellatio while others do not, and Karen fell into the latter category. That's not to say that she actively resisted sucking my cock, or refused a request when asked. On the contrary, she never denied me the pleasure; but I always got the impression that the act was more of a duty, a means to an end and not the end in and of itself. She always sucked me with a degree of rapid intensity that at times was not that erotic. It was the kind of behavior ones does to get an unpleasant, but necessary, duty over with as quickly as possible, with minimal pain, suffering, or discomfort; much like ripping a band-aid off a wound, or choking down goldfish whole in a fraternity initiation.

Now, however, I was getting a different impression. Whether it was do to Beetlesmith's elixir alone, or in conjunction with Karen's already heightened, oversexed demeanor brought on by her previous sexual escapades, Karen was visibly aroused by my cock. She was enjoying it. In fact, it seemed to me that the longer she sucked, licked and orally played with my erection, the more intensely she herself was being sexually stimulated. It was as if stimulating me was also, in some weird remote fashion, simultaneously stimulating her clitoris. I'm sure the effect was mental, a form of reverse sexual-psychological projection, but whatever the reason, as a physical or psychological response, Karen was providing the maximum amount of oral pleasure while taking a deliciously long time in performing the act. I was almost in heaven.

I looked over at Gloria, who seemed to be mesmerized by Karen's attentiveness to my cock. As she stared intensely at Karen, she would absentmindedly play with herself while licking her dry lips.

"Karen, I think it's time you introduce Gloria to the exquisite art of cocksucking."

I couldn't think of anything better to say at the time. Not that it mattered, since no sooner had I said it than Gloria quickly shifted positions to join Karen. Now, I was in heaven.

I couldn't watch what was happening, per se. Gloria had positioned herself on top of me so that all I really got a look at was her beautifully shaved pussy and well-rounded ass, not a bad position to be in, to say the least, but it still left me in the dark as to the details of the proceedings.

Believe it or not, the sexual experience was heightened even more, if that were possible, by not being able to watch. It was like being blindfolded as your lover teases you in some form or another, always keeping you guessing and in a heightened state of arousal as you try to anticipate which erogenous zone they would attend to next.

Karen controlled most of the situation by holding my cock by the base of the shaft and periodically passing my member back and forth between them. Neither of them spent much time concentrating on one area over another, Karen would not allow it. Instead, they would vary their attention, so that I could never get too complacent as to where, when, or to what degree the pleasure would be coming. The net effect was a slow, almost agonizing build-up toward my climax. Occasionally I tried to add my hand to the mix to speed things along, but Karen would take a hold of it and not allow me a quick release—bless her heart.

Karen was masterful in skill and tutelage, and she accepted her role as matriarch and guide for Gloria to complete perfection. She would verbally school, and then lead by example, what Gloria should and should not do, and I found her various instructions to Gloria to be as sexually stimulating, if not more so, than the actual act itself.

For her part, Gloria needed very little schooling, and to use an old cliché, took to sucking cock like a fish takes to water. Ever so often, however, she would increase the speed or the firmness of her oral stimulation to where Karen needed to step in and moderate her, less I come too quickly. This was partly my fault because I would occasionally slide a finger into her pussy or massage her clit, getting her overexcited and over exuberant.

It wasn't long before Karen and Gloria fell into the pattern of working my cock in tandem. As one nibbled and licked her way up the shaft, the other worked her way down, and then they would repeat the pattern in the opposite direction. Occasionally, they would work up and down the shaft in unison, then stopping at the top. Then, sweetly kiss each other and my cock-head at the same time, massaging the swollen member briefly with their lips before breaking off and going in tandem again.

When a small drop of pre-ejaculate fluid emerged, Karen would swirl it around my bulbous gland with a finger, just long enough and hard enough to cause my whole body to involuntarily stiffen from pleasure. Then she would gently pinch the head, causing it to deflate a bit and halt the inevitable upsurge toward my orgasm.

Gloria also got into the teasing act, sharply sucking on my head, getting more and more of the fluid to flow out, and sending more waves of pleasure through me, only to gently bite or scrape my head with her teeth, and again, causing it to slightly shrink and halt my buildup to ejaculation.

Each alternated their torture; laughing and giggling to themselves the whole time over the frenzied, sexual ecstasy they were putting me though, first Karen with her finger, then Gloria with her lips and teeth, and then back to Karen.

There came a point where Karen knew, either visually or by instinct, that no amount of squeezing or pinching of my swollen cock-head would moderate my eventual climax, and as such, she started to give Gloria gentle commands in an almost motherly tone, "Okay, baby, I want you to suck that fat cock all the way in. Not too fast...there, that's it...a little further...okay, back off a bit, that's it...good, now suck it in a little further this time."

With a little more encouragement and direction from Karen, Gloria soon became accustomed to sliding my cock in and out of my mouth, and began to develop her own rhythm where she would rapidly descend on my cock as far as she was comfortable, and then slowly pull me out to the head while tonguing and sucking my shaft the whole time. Eventually, Gloria was able to easily insert almost the whole length of my member into her mouth. Karen started to follow Gloria's mouth with her hand, stroking my shaft in time with Gloria's sucking.

Along with stroking my cock, Karen also put a hand onto Gloria's head. This allowed her to keep Gloria from sucking my cock too quickly or forcefully, as well as allowing Karen the dominatrix role of forcing Gloria's head further down onto my cock. Each time I felt Gloria's head being forced down, I'd hear Karen tease, "Suck that fat cock, you slut. You said you wanted to suck it, so now's your chance. Suck my husband's stick down to his nuts. Oh, what a dirty, little slut you are."

It wasn't long before I reached the point of no return. The point that, no matter what happened, orgasm was inevitable. I told them this, at least I think I did, but either Gloria didn't hear me or she didn't understand what it meant, when I said, "I'm going to come."

Karen certainly knew what those words meant, but for some malicious reason known only to her, she neglected to warn Gloria.

The first pulse either took Gloria by complete surprise or filled up her mouth so rapidly that she started to gag and needed to pull away from me as quickly as possible to avoid choking. Karen continued to pump my cock with her fist sending jet after jet of thick cum streaming across Gloria's unprotected face and chest. Karen couldn't contain her amusement and began giggling as my cum continued to shoot out forcefully, hitting Gloria across her lips and the bridge of her nose, while another pulse hit her in the chin and down across the neck, and still another thick stream hit her in the shoulder. As my spasms began to subside, Karen, who was apparently satisfied with her aim, ended the session by sucking the last remnants of cum out of me.

I remember Gloria's initial comment, "Fuck, is it always like that?"

"No, but it should be," was my offhanded, satisfied reply.

Gloria then shifted her attention to Karen, saying with some earnestness, "Thanks for the warning, bitch, it would have been nice if you told me what would happen."

Karen chuckled, "Oh Gloria, Will's right, you've got to drop this naïve act of yours, because you sure looked like a pro the way you were sucking on my husband's cock. Haven't you ever watched a porn movie? I mean everyone has at least some idea of what's coming when you blow a guy, pun intended."

Gloria got on the defensive, and had a difficult time hiding her renewed ire at Karen, "I didn't know what was going to happen. If I had I would have prepared myself instead of getting a face full of goo. And, no, I don't watch porn movies. I guess the reason I looked like a pro, as you say, was that I got such expert advice from you. Maybe Will should ask you how you got to be such a good cocksucker yourself, because from what you tell me it isn't from sucking on Will's 'stiffy'..." Gloria paused, waiting for Karen to take the bait. When she didn't, Gloria prodded her again, "That's right, Karen, I said 'stiffy!'" Karen wasn't going to go down that road again, and let the comment pass.




Beetlesmith's



Something had happened, I'm unsure of what, but tension had developed between the two women again. One minute they're laughing and giggling together, and really into the camaraderie of sucking my cock and sending each other into orgasmic fits, and now they're rubbing each other the wrong way, and getting quite mean and spiteful. Most of the animosity was coming from Karen, which got me wondering if deep down she was not all that comfortable watching Gloria sucking me off, or maybe the drug was starting to wear off. Either way I tried to head off the inevitable confrontation, "Okay, what's going on?"

"Nothing," they said blandly, and in unison.

There was a long, uncomfortable moment of silence where neither of the two wanted to admit any wrongdoing. Gloria was still trying to get my semen off her face and out of her hair, but thick strands continued to resist cleaning, which was causing her considerable frustration, "Jesus holy Christ, what is this stuff. It's like some space-age polymer used in shuttle craft heat shields, or as sealant for high-pressure hoses. It defies any attempt at cleaning and fucking sticks to everything."

The visualization of Gloria fighting to remove my semen, coupled with the deadpan sarcasm of her comment got Karen and I laughing. Gloria must have repeated her words back in her head, because she started to laugh as well.

Now that the tension was broken, Karen took the opportunity to apologize for her rudeness, "I'm sorry. I really don't know what's come over me tonight. It's just that our..." she was going to say something more, but decided against it, "Oh, forget it. We can talk about it tomorrow. In the meantime, it's getting late and I'm still fucking horny."

Gloria finally got the last remnants of my orgasm cleaned to her satisfaction, "I'm still ready to go as long as Will's dick doesn't explode again."

"Oh we don't have to worry about that, Will's probably done..." Karen didn't complete her thought as she noticed that I still had a raging hard-on, which was unusual for me so soon after I came. She played with my cock a bit before adding, "What the fuck, Will, forget about me, what's gotten into you?"

"You have to ask," I said laughing, "I've been watching you two go at it all night, it tends to leave an impression on a guy that's not easily satisfied."

"Will's still got a stiffy. Now what to do about it," Karen mused rhetorically.

"Don't start," I said, rebuking her for the 'stiffy' comment.

Karen mounted me, saying, "I'm first."

I stopped her, "Wait a minute. There was a question posed by me very early in the evening that you neglected to answer."

At first Karen didn't know what I was talking about, but then I saw the metaphorical light bulb go off as a devilish smile passed across her face. Nymphomaniac Karen was back, and back with a vengeance. Whatever problem she had a moment ago was gone, and she answered in the sultriest voice she cold muster, "I want you to put it all the way up."

"All the way up what," I asked teasing?

She didn't answer, but started to liberally apply baby oil to my hard-on and to herself. I positioned her on top and looking away from me so that Gloria, who was still wondering exactly what was transpiring, could have easy access to Karen's pussy. Karen slowly sat down on my erection and ever so slowly inched me deeper into her rear. It was a slow process, and not without the occasional wince of pain, but eventually she was able to get me completely inside of her.

Gloria had shifted around so that she was kneeling in front of Karen and I, and was watching the progress intently, "Doesn't it hurt, Karen? It looks like it would hurt."

Karen answered breathlessly, "At first, baby, but once you get it in and get used to the size it feels...it feels...it feels won...derful."

Karen began sliding up and down on my cock, very slowly at first in order to get acquainted with my size. Anal sex was not something we did that often, but whenever we tried, Karen needed to take plenty of time and stop repeatedly to allow her muscles brief periods of adjustment. However, once she felt comfortable, Karen quickly fell into a steady rhythm, unmarked by any pause or hesitation. Her eyes were closed, and would remain closed as she fell into her slow screwing mode. It was as if she was putting herself into some sort of deep, sensual trance.

I could feel Gloria's fingers probing Karen's exposed pussy, and every so often she would shift her hand down and gently pull and massage my scrotum. I couldn't see her from my position, but I could hear Gloria working the vibrator in and out and around Karen's pussy. I could even feel the muted vibrations against my cock during times when Gloria had fully inserted the device into Karen.

Karen was moaning loudly and then arched well backwards, allowing Gloria easier access to her pussy. Taking this action as a subtle gesture that Karen was ready for something larger, Gloria remove the vibrator and slowly inserted the cucumber in its place.

Karen let out a sharp groan. Whether it was out of pleasure or pain was unclear, but the sound made Gloria hesitate. With the cucumber only part-way in, Gloria started to suck on Karen's clitoris, and as Karen's groans turned into obvious moans of delight, Gloria continued to push the cucumber further into her.

I could feel the large vegetable slide beside me, forcing my cock tighter inside Karen's ass. I suspect that the tight fit was also forcing the cucumber forward and firmly pressing it against Karen's g-spot. It was obvious that Karen was now in uncontrollable sexual ecstasy, and loudly moaning over and over, "Fuck me...harder...fuck me."

Nympho Gloria was back as well, if she had left at all, and was egging Karen on with her own comments, "Oh, yes, fuck you with that big cock. You love Will's cock up your ass don't you, you little slut. Say it. Tell me how much you love Will's fat cock up your ass."

Karen could only moan louder as a response.

She had stopped her own grinding by this time, remaining stationary in her kneeling position while Gloria and I pounded our respective phalluses in and out of their respective holes. Karen could no longer speak intelligently and was relegated to emitting unintelligible shrieks of pleasure, or what I hoped were shrieks of pleasure. I suspect if an unwitting person were passing by our house they would have quickly dialed 911, mistaking Karen's cries as a clear sign of pain rather than pleasure.

Gloria wasn't fazed by Karen's shrieks, and continued to goad her with her taunts, "You like it hard? Let me fuck your pussy hard," but it wasn't until Gloria put the vibrator against Karen's clit that the shrieking really started.

Actually, shrieking was a poor descriptor. Karen was, for want of a better word, screaming. I had seen it depicted comically in movies many times, but had yet to really witness it in real life. I had always assumed the uncontrollable screaming, as depicted, was an over-exaggeration of the exuberance of the ultimate female orgasm. Karen, with Gloria's help, was proving me wrong.

Her actual words were unintelligible, and consisted only of loudly protracted wailing. So intense was Karen's screaming that I was fearful Gloria was unwittingly hurting her and doing some type of physical damage. I had momentarily stopped my own thrusting and was about to pull out to check on Karen for myself, when she blurted, "Fucking stop...me don't...please, please..." and sounding like Yoda after a three day drunk.

It wasn't as if I needed to do anything more to her, for within a few scant moments of her gibberish, she screamed one, last, guttural moan, just before I felt the inevitable rush of warm fluid drenching my groin. She shuddered a few times before she fell off onto her side and lay trembling like an engine that continued to knock and sputter even after the ignition was turned off.

"What in the hell was that, and what did you do to her," I asked Gloria in amazement?

At first, Gloria could only giggle as she still held the cucumber and vibrator in each hand, and watched with amusement as Karen continued to quiver involuntarily, "Nothing. Well nothing different than what she did to me earlier."

"Whatever it was you should patent it, it's sure to make you a fortune."

Gloria noticed that parts of her chest and stomach were covered by a thin, clear film of liquid, the tangible results of Karen's orgasm, "Christ, first you and now Karen."

I chuckled, "Well at least Karen's goop will be easier to clean."

As Gloria set about wiping the fluid from her with one of the bed sheets, I realized that it had been some time since Karen had spoken or even moved. Worried, I tried shaking her, but got no response except for a weak grunt.

Gloria was suddenly concerned as well, and took a closer look at Karen's prostrate form. After a quick examination Gloria said with some relief, "I think she just passed out. Has this ever happened before?"

"Nope, nothing like it. It's a first, one of many that have happened tonight."

I guessed this is what happens when Beetlesmith's magic elixir wears off. The subject just faints into a deep, catatonic sleep.

Gloria continued to check Karen over to make sure there wasn't anything visibly wrong, but I knew that Karen had just reached the end of her endurance under the effects of the potion. Her body and brain had just shut down.

"Don't worry about it Gloria, Karen will be fine in the morning. All she needs is a good night's sleep."

Gloria lay next to me and began giggling, "I can't believe she just fell asleep like that."

"Really Gloria, you need to patent your technique."

Gloria and I just laid next to each other for a while in the dark, and listening to Karen snore softly. This must have eased Gloria's mind, knowing that Karen was, indeed, just sleeping, because I could feel her start to relax as she nestled her head against my chest

.

After some quiet contemplation, Gloria asked with some concern in her voice, "What's going to happen to us?"

It was an odd question.

"What do you mean?"

She didn't answer for a long time. I could tell that something was beginning to bother her, but she didn't know how to express it in words. I assumed that she was starting to have second thoughts about what happened tonight, and ventured my own question, "Are you feeling guilty about tonight?"

"I don't want to lose you as friends," was her only reply.

"Why would you lose us as friends?"

"I don't know Will. You hear stories about people, who've been friends for a long time, but then they get more intimate or something happens that takes a friendship to another level, and then for whatever reason everything changes. Pretty soon they're not friends anymore. I don't want that to happen to us."

I really didn't have an answer. I knew earlier tonight that our relationship had changed, but to what degree and in what direction I couldn't say. I'm sure she was having similar thoughts and possible doubts now, as will Karen when she wakes up in the morning. So I just told her the truth as best and as heartfelt as I could, "Gloria you are our oldest and dearest friend. Nothing could ever change that fact."

She thought about my words for a moment. I could tell that she wanted to add something, but kept resisting the urge to speak, and resorted to nervously playing with my hair. Finally I just asked her, "OK, before you pull all my hair out just tell me what's on your mind."

She lifted her head to look at me, and asked, "You want to fuck some more?"

I almost laughed at her contradictory concerns. One second she's worried about the possible severing of old friendships, and the next second she's conveying the need to fulfill her newfound insatiable desires, desires that in most relationships down through time were the root cause of friendships to dissolve in the first place.

"I was hoping you'd ask," I said warmly, "But I had better clean myself first."

I was only gone for a few minutes, but when I got back into bed I could tell that she was out cold just like Karen. I looked at the time and noted it was little more than three-and-a-half hours since I made their spiked cappuccinos.

I put the covers over them as they still slept, and crawled in between them. I lay there in the dark listening to them snore contently, and I laughed quietly to myself, "Now this is the usual reaction I get from women. Things are, indeed, back to normal."

It was just as well that the evening ended as it did. Although it would have been nice to fuck Gloria slowly, just the two of us, I really needed to get up early and get to the city before noon.