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.