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.