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."