Red Orchids Ch. 05

"No Henry," she breathed, "You've been my secret obsession."

"God, Ellen," Henry smiled.

At that point, Henry lost all thought on Mark or Shannon or Marlene. Her touch was like being jolted with a pure, hot strike of erotic lightning. Ellen ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them before pressing them to the head of his cock again, making it pulse and throb in her hand. She licked his head passionately, a long slow purposeful lick that made Henry shiver. She kissed it several times, moving her lips around on the head, sliding down the shaft and back up again.

The tip of her tongue slid out from between her lips and danced over his head. She tickled the head of his cock with it, causing bursts of heat to go searing through his body. Henry groaned as she bathed his dick with her tongue, making it shiny with saliva. Ellen then sucked him into her mouth, the back of her throat hot and slick against his head. She only stifled once and then began vigorously sucking and rolling her tongue. Her breathing was hot and undeniable against Henry's flesh as she sucked him off, her nostrils blowing intense blasts of heat against pelvic area. The head of his cock was enveloped in the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue wriggling under his shaft. Ellen's head bobbed up and down on him passionately, slurping and sucking.

Henry could feel the orgasm building up fast. He gripped the bedspread and clutched tight as he moaned and grunted under her expert oral stimulation. Ellen sensed his impending climax as she feverishly kicked up her pace and ravaged his member with her mouth. Henry could feel her saliva dribbling down his sack and to his ass as she brought him to his climax.

"Oh God!" Henry cried out as he released his load into her mouth.

"So good," she said as his cock slipped from her mouth, still spurting hot ropes of sticky cum. Henry watched as his semen splattered across her tits in long, thick gobs. Ellen licked her lips. A gob of his cum was hanging from her chin in viscous white line. She took one finger and scooped it up. Ellen looked at him, her blue eyes smoldering, and licked her finger clean. She pumped his cock with her hand and ran it over her lips again. "Delicious."

"That was amazing," Henry gasped as she milked him.

"I'm not done yet," she said as she took his fading member and began to lick again. Henry held his breath as she teased him, coaxing his cock to attention for another round. He had never recovered very quickly after an orgasm, but with what Ellen was doing to him he knew it wouldn't take long. She pumped his cock in her hand and before long he was hardening and becoming erect again. Ellen sat up for a moment and ran her hands through her hair, a move that was so sexy and perfect he knew he'd never forget it. The image of her like that burned into his memory forever. He could only stare like an idiot as I watched her tits bob with her movements.

"You are so beautiful," he admired her.

"Thank you," she whispered as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, the taste of his cum salty and sweet on her tongue. She pushed this white t-shirt back up to his neck, revealing his body to her. Henry slipped the t-shirt off and Ellen then worked her way down from his neck, under his ear, across his chest, to his belly and finally to his cock. She massaged his balls and the sucked him into her mouth again.

"Mmmm," she groaned around his shaft, her voice vibrating through him. She began to slowly move her head up and down, sucking him off and causing a familiar pressure to build in his sack. Her eyes gazed up at Henry as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, rolling with her tongue and bulging her cheek out.

"Oh Ellen," Henry sat up as she sucked on his rod, his legs hanging off the bed. Henry leaned forward as she worked him over and reached down. He cupped her breasts in his rough hands and held them. They were so big and firm, and yet gravity had no pull on them. He ran his thumbs to her rock-hard nipples, trying to tease her as she relentlessly sucked his knob. Her motions were fluid and rhythmic as she passionately sucked Henry off. Her blonde hair tickled his stomach as he massaged her tits.

"So very good," she licked him, letting his cock slide out of her mouth again.

Henry could only moan his approval as he teased her nipples.

"Can you cum for me again?"

"Are you kidding?" he whispered. He could feel his shaft enlarging beyond what it normally was, steeling itself for what was to follow.

Ellen looked to him and said, "Fuck my mouth."

Henry smiled and nodded. He slid his fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head, slowly pushing his cock in her mouth. He grunted and began fucking her face. Ellen moaned as his cock pumped to the back of her throat, her boobs pressed against his thighs like two sumptuous fleshy pillows.

Henry growled his pleasure as she cupped her large breasts in her slender hands and squeezed them, her nipples standing out as dark nubs against the pale milky flesh of her breasts. Ellen whimpered around the girth of his cock in her mouth, sliding her hands all over her tits in a sensual rub. Henry could feel himself losing control, the orgasm rocketing up through the passage as he fucked her mouth. Ellen only encouraged him more as she grasped his hips and steadied herself.

"Oh fuck!" Henry shouted as his cock spasmed and filled her mouth with cum. She violently grabbed his cock with her right hand and pumped it in her mouth. Henry held her head to his body tight so that she couldn't pull away. Somehow, he doubted she even wanted to as she sucked him hard, slurping the cum in her mouth. As he unloaded in her, some of the thick liquid seeped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled to her chin.

Ellen released his cock from her mouth and Henry lay back on the bed.

"So good," she murmured, her mouth full of semen. A glob of cum hanging from her chin swayed a little and then fell onto her left breast.

"You're going to give me a heart attack, " Henry huffed as he watched the semen on her tit drip down slowly into the crevasse of her cleavage.

Ellen smiled, dipping her chin down and opening her mouth up. Cum suddenly washed from her mouth, running over her lips and spilling onto her breasts. She cupped her right breast and brought it to her lips as the strangely erotic mix of his semen and her saliva oozed over her tits in a shiny mass. She circled her tongue through it in small motions, playing with the thick globs. Henry slowly realized what a big load he had given her as she kept pushing more and more of it from her mouth. It hung in thick, viscous rivulets from her chin to her breasts.

"Do you like this?" she asked as she tongued her semen-coated tits.

"Yes," Henry noticed he was beginning to sweat as he watched her.

"Lick them," she told him.

Henry leaned forward as she stood up, bringing her tits to his face. Henry licked his own semen from her tits, at first not certain he would like this or not. But as he cleaned her slick nipples, he found himself becoming aroused again. She pulled Henry up to her, his cum slick between their naked torsos and causing them to slide against each other with a wonderful friction. They kissed deeply as he slid my hands up under her gown and massaged her ass. Her leg raised and rubbed against his as they melted together.

***

In the living room, Mark Gordian laid stretched out on the floor. His hands were bound to the leg of the oak entertainment center. He knew it would not move or break. The thing weighed over three hundred pounds and he was more likely to pull it on top of himself than pull hard enough to get free. The duct tape that held his wrists to the thick wooden leg of the unit pulled and ripped at the fine black hair on his hands. His feet were bare now and taped to the leg of the couch. He pulled and yanked with all his strength, but found he could move it.

From upstairs came the faint moaning of a male voice and the murmuring of a seductive female. Mark wanted to kill them now more than ever. He hated the idea of them up their fucking in his bed... in his bedroom... in his home.

"Wow," Shannon looked up at the ceiling, her eyes wildly amused, "Sounds like Henry knows how to please the ladies."

Mark gnashed his teeth against the panties Marlene had balled up and shoved in his mouth before she taped his lips shut. He grumbled and growled against the gag and vainly struggled with his bonds.

"Well, to be fair so does Mark," Marlene said. She was lounging on the couch, her head leaned back and her legs casually crossed. She played with a long strand of her red hair as her feline green eyes scanned the ceiling as though she were looking into the bedroom where Ellen and Henry were making love.

"Yeah," Shannon shrugged as she took off her jacket and undid the first two buttons of the blouse. She material opened up to reveal her tight white bra and the canyon of her impressive cleavage. Her red hair fell around her shoulders loosely as she looked at the two large kitchen knives in her hands, "But Mark has no technique, you know?"

Marlene smiled and popped her tongue off her cheek, "That's true. A big dick doesn't make up for lack of creativity."

Mark rolled his eyes.

Shannon kicked off her high heels and flexed her toes through the pantyhose. She slowly walked over to Mark and then sat on her knees beside him. Shannon held one of the knives out. Mark watched as the stainless steel blade glistened in the soft light of the living room lamps. His heart hammered as he frantically looked from Shannon to the knife and then at her again. The nanny smiled knowingly and said, "You buy these for Ellen?"

Mark nodded hesitantly.

"These are good knives," Shannon said to Marlene, "They can cut through a soda pop can just like that-" she snapped her fingers dramatically, "-and even cut through some kinds of wood too without dulling the blade."

Marlene got up from the couch and sat down on the other side of Mark's torso. Even now, he couldn't help but look at her full tits as they strained against her green t-shirt. Marlene was always dressed to kill, and now as he thought back on their first meeting he realized that it was the literal truth. Her suggestion of asking Alicia if she would kill for him during the phone sex session months ago took on a whole new meaning as his former mistress looked at him with all the compassion and mercy of a hungry shark.

"He keeps looking at my tits," Marlene said to her mother.

"He's a man, sweetie," Shannon sat one of the knives down beside her legs, which were tucked up underneath her business skirt. She ran her finger along the blade of the eighteen-inch long carving knife and said, "Breasts are what allow women to rule the world. Behind every great man, there's a woman with a great set of tits."

Marlene smiled and then looked down at Mark as sweat pooled in his eyes and stung him, "Wouldn't you like to touch them again, Mark?"

Mark could only stare as Marlene gripped the bottom of her green t-shirt and hauled it off. The shirt caught her bare breasts for a moment and pulled them up before they finally escaped the confines of the fabric. Her tits bounced and swayed for a few seconds as she tossed the shirt aside and looked back down at Mark. Marlene cupped her full, creamy breasts in her hands and began massaging them as Mark popped an erection that tented his slacks out.

"Well," Shannon noticed his bulge and rested the tip of the knife against it, "Even in the face of death he can still grow some pretty hard wood."

"You know Mark," Marlene whispered as she toyed with her nipples, the soft yellow light of the end table lamps making her flesh glow, "Before we're through, I think my mom and I will probably fuck Henry..."

Mark felt that jealousy again and cringed.

"I felt his cock, Mom," Marlene smiled, "He felt like a real thick dick."

"The best kind," Shannon nodded, her eyes impassively resting on Mark's face. She wasn't looking at Mark's eyes. She was appraising his face, looking over the contours of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose like a surgeon prepping from some cosmetic surgery.

Mark groaned into the panties in his mouth.

"Are you ready?" Shannon asked Marlene.

"Always," she replied and stood up. Mark watched both women strip out of their clothes. Shannon carefully unbuttoned her blouse and then unhooked her bra, releasing her mountainous breasts. As she slipped her skirt and pantyhose off Mark was entranced by the way her large tits hung down and swayed. Marlene unzipped her cargo pants and kicked them off, landing them on the couch beside her t-shirt. She wore no panties and her snatch was moist and wet.

"Now," Shannon smiled as she resumed her sitting position beside Mark, "Normally, both of us being naked would mean you're about to get really lucky."

"It did for Ellen," Marlene added and then whispered in Mark's ear, "She's a great lover. Henry is going to be one lucky man."

Mark screamed into the gag and struggled against his ties once again. He hated the idea of being compared to Henry. He hated the idea of his wife being intimate with Henry. But he loathed the thought of these two women seducing Ellen. He had to believe they were lying to him. He had to believe it was all to get a rise out of him. But then Marlene said, "Whose panties do you think are in your mouth right now?"

Mark glared at her, and if he could have killed with a thought, he would have.

"I think that translates to 'fuck you'," Shannon said dryly.

"Always the witty one," Marlene shrugged and then sat back, her legs folded underneath her.

Shannon lowered the edge of the knife to Mark's shirt and began cutting the fabric open. The wickedly sharp blade sliced through his shirt as though it were made of butter. The threads split and opened as she finally reached his waistband and stopped. Shannon grabbed one half of his shirt as Marlene grabbed the other. With a might yank, they both pulled in opposite directions and tore his shirt off.

Shannon wiped her face with her half of the shirt, "It's hot in here, isn't it?"

Marlene nodded, "Well, it is summer and all."

Mark wriggled as Marlene unzipped his slacks and pulled them down. His trim and muscular body was shiny with sweat as he fought against the tape binding him there. And then he froze as Shannon brought the knife up and licked the tip. Mark's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as she slowly brought the knife down to his boxer shorts. She smiled and began cutting the elastic until she reached the cloth. Mark tensed as the cool steel of the knife touched his skin.

"Okay Mark," Shannon told him, "I'm about to cut your boxers off your body. If you move, the knife may slip and you might get cut somewhere you don't want to be cut."

Mark was mortified.

"Favor us with a nod if you understand, Professor Gordian," Marlene said, thoroughly enjoying the ritualistic proceedings.

Mark nodded.

"Good," Shannon clicked her tongue off her teeth and then looked at Marlene, "Now pay attention. I've shown you how to saw through flesh and bone without really making too much of mess. You did a good job on Emma. But this is more complicated."

"Okay," Marlene leaned in, her tits rubbing against Mark's stomach.

"Because Mark is a bigger guy," Shannon ran her finger over the length of his boxer shorts, tracing the bulge made by his cock, "There's not as much room to maneuver. Anyone can cut a person up, but it takes real skill to cut the clothes off without drawing blood."

Marlene watched as her mother began pulling the knife down along the strained fabric on the left side of Mark's swollen member. The cloth parted and tore open revealing more of his swollen member as she slowly continued her work. Mark's painfully bulbous head was a deep purple as it began to emerge out of his slowly parting underwear. A thick glob of precum was bubbled at the small eye of his penis. Marlene raised a brow, "Excited are you?"

Mark jerked and felt the tip of the knife puncture the base of his cock slightly. He shut his eyes tight and hissed into the wet panties. Shannon looked at him and shook her head, "Mark, you just don't know when to stop do you?"

With one quick motion Shannon zipped the knife down and opened up his boxer shorts all the way. It was a professionally wicked maneuver that truly demonstrated Shannon's macabre talents. She tore the ruined underwear off and Mark was then naked. A small trickle of blood had oozed from the superficial wound at the base of his penis. Shannon shrugged and said, "Sometimes, your victim will be less than cooperative. But just remember, this will always hurt them a lot more than it hurts you."

"Got it," Marlene said.

"Now," Shannon reached over to the coffee table and grabbed her purse. Mark was on the verge of a full-fledged panic attack, but when he saw her pull out a long syringe filled with a yellow substance, he was ready to lose his mind. Shannon gently pulled the protective covering off the shiny three-inch long needle and said, "This is the part where you have to be precise."

Marlene watched intently as Shannon pressed the needle against Mark's neck just below his jaw line.

"Mark?" Shannon said.

Mark only whimpered.

"If you move, this needle could kill you. Understand?"

Mark cried fat tears of desperation and nodded

"Good."

The needle sunk into his skin.

***

"Oh God," Ellen moaned. She was so involved in Henry she didn't even hear the shrill scream of Mark getting his injection.

Henry knelt in front of her and slid her dress down to the floor, where she kicked it away. Ellen stood before him in only her panties, looking sinfully sexy as the orange sodium illumination from the streetlight cascaded through the window into the darkened room and across her body. Her breasts cast large shadows across the smooth terrain of her figure as he brought his lips to her crotch. Henry kissed and licked her through the nylon panties, her moist flesh so close and yet so far away.

Ellen slid her hands down and hooked her fingernails in the fabric of her flimsy panties. With one quick motion, she tore the nylon open in a long gash that revealed her swollen, sopping sex. Her cunt was bare, clean-shaven and glistening with her nectar. Ellen leaned against the wall and Henry positioned himself under her, resting her smooth thigh on his shoulder. He kissed all around her sex, licking and planting deep hot French kisses as he warmed her up.

"Lick me Henry," Ellen whimpered as she ran her fingers through his white hair. Henry brought his lips to her cunt and licked gently, tasting her thick fluids. Her juices were stirred and ready, her anticipation running high as her hips bucked a little under his touch. He looked up at her, her face regarding him lustily from behind her mountainous breasts. Henry ran his finger along her slit and then put it to his lips. Ellen smiled, thoroughly engrossed as he licked her juice from his fingertip.

"Oh my God," she moaned as she watched him lick his finger clean, her hands tightening and releasing around his scalp.

"You're so sweet," Henry smiled and held her gaze as he lapped at her cunt. She leaned back a little, thrusting her hips out gently to give him better access. Ellen watched him, transfixed in a sexual daze as he ran his tongue up between the thick lips of her pussy and into the hot interior. Henry teased his way up her slit until he reached her clit. Ellen shivered, her legs momentarily squeezing around his neck as he began licking her sensitive button. Their eyes remained locked, staring at each other between the canyon of her tits.

She moaned and tilted her face up to the ceiling. Henry licked and nibbled on her clit until it was swollen enough that he could suck it between his lips. Ellen shrieked as Henry suckled her clit into his mouth, teasing it and causing it to harden even more. He could feel her muscles shaking as he played with her.