Beetlesmith's Ch. 08

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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?"

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