Beetlesmith's Ch. 13

She was saturated. Her musky scented wetness filled my nostrils. As soon as I slipped my cock-head into her, she began moaning loudly. By the time I was fully inside her, she was screaming in ecstasy, and continued to scream as I slow pumped her pussy. Apparently, hearing what sounded like a woman being tortured to death, every canine in the neighborhood went off like alarm bells at an intruder. What with Lisa screaming, and every dog frantically barking, the neighborhood sounded like some poor unfortunate was being devoured alive by wolves. It would only be a matter of seconds until their masters came out to investigate, and hear the reason for their alarm. I pushed her soiled panties into her mouth and clamped my hand over her, but it had little effect in muffling her screams. Fortunately, I only had to pump her a few more times before I felt her release; or rather, heard it first, as a large volume of her ejaculate went 'splat' onto the porch below. Lisa's legs buckled out from underneath her, as her body jerked violently in climax. She fell, but I grabbed her hips and held her ass close to me. I continued to fuck her slowly as she continued her muffled wails with her head lying in the puddle of her ejaculate.

Her spasms and screaming eventually slackened. Pulling out of her, I gently put her ass down on the porch with the rest of her. She laid on the cool, wet concrete of the porch, wrapped up in the fetal position and continued quivering, her soiled panties still stuffed in her mouth.

Touching her shoulder, I said, "I'm going to put on some clothes and take you to the library."

She didn't have any strength to lift her head from the concrete, and just nodded it slowly.

"Are you going to be alright out here?"

Another, sleepy head nod, followed by a soft moan.

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When I entered the bedroom, Karen asked alarmed, "What took so long, and what the hell was all that racket outside?"

"Oh, something got into the garbage cans and pissed off all the neighbors' dogs, probably a raccoon." Then to Barbara, I said, "Your mother's at the door."

Now it was the daughter's turn to panic, looking exactly as Lisa had when she was frantic about Barb's whereabouts. "Shit," Barbara said, as she scrambled to put on her clothes, "Shit, shit, shit! You didn't tell her I was here, did you?"

I had to laugh at the idiocy of her question, and joked, "Why yes, yes I did, and I told her you'd be right out after you finished sucking my cock."

She didn't think I was kidding at first, and looked at me in horror. Seeing the look she gave me, I laughed again, and said, "She thinks you might be at the library, you dork. She wants me to drive her over there to look for you."

Barb breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to dress while mumbling to herself, "Jesus Mom, can't I go a day without telling you what the fuck I'm doing every five minutes." Then a more urgent thought crossed her mind, "Shit, what do I tell her?"

I was putting on shorts and a golf shirt, and asked, "Do you have a good friend that will cover for you, someone that your mother doesn't know very well?"

"Cathy. I met her last semester at school. Mom's never met her."

"Here's what I want you to do: call your mom's cell phone and tell her you've been with Cathy all day. Tell her you just now realized you had your cell phone off. After you get done talking to your mom, you better get hold of this Cathy and make sure she'll cover for you in case your mom ever talks to her."

As Barbara went to get her cell phone, Karen said, "Jesus, Lisa must be freaking. You want me to go with you and help?"

"No, I got her calmed down in my own way." I almost laughed at my unintended double entendre, then added, "Besides, I told her you went to bed early with the flu. I think it would be better if you just stayed in the bedroom until I get Lisa home. Oh, and make sure Barb doesn't leave until I get back."

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When I got back out to the porch, Lisa was sitting in one of our Adirondack chairs, smoking a cigarette and talking to Barb on her cell. When she saw me, she said into her phone, "Okay, Will's here...Do you need a ride...No, not later, right now...I said now!"

Lisa hung up the phone and smiled up at me in relief. "That was Barbara. The little brat was at a friend's house with her cell off, some Cathy person she just met. She's getting a ride home."

"See, I told you everything was okay."

She nodded her head in embarrassment, and smiled sheepishly.

I touched her cheek, and said with a sly grin, "And what about you, are you okay now?" I pointed at her ripped panties still clutched in her hand, and said, "I guess I owe you a new pair."

Pointing to the symbol of her transgression, she looked up at me with the same lustful light in her eyes I saw earlier. She smiled seductively, and asked, "Is Karen still asleep?"

I just smiled.

She jacked up her skirt to her waist, and spreading her legs, panted, "How about another fuck before Barbara gets home. Just a quick one."

I chuckled, "You just had a 'quick' one. So quick, you didn't even give me enough time to get off." I dropped my shorts. My cock sprang up and quivered inches in front of her mouth. "I always teach Karen a lesson whenever she's a quick fuck, and make her..."

I didn't even get the words out before she lunged onto my erection with opened mouth. Latching both of her hands onto my ass, she pulled me as far as she could manage, then bobbed her head rapidly and forcefully.

When she got enough of her drool slathered on my cock, I pulled out of her, saying, "Jerk it out of me, Lisa. I like to watch my cum flying into Karen's mouth whenever she's been a selfish girl."

I was struck by how much she looked like her daughter as she stroked me feverishly. As with her daughter, Lisa would occasionally pop my cock-head in her mouth to add more of her natural lubricant to my stick. Yes indeed, Lisa was certainly her daughter's mother. I thought again about that debauched scenario from earlier, although, this time, mother and daughter were side by side on their knees, trading duties in mouthing my cock.

What with that vision in my head, and Lisa's well-adept hand stroking, it didn't take her long to bring me to climax. Unfortunately, at least for her, Lisa's aim wasn't very good. I had another large load, almost as large as the one with Karen yesterday morning. Lisa braved my onslaught well, keeping her lusty mouth open and tongue extended well outside its confines, as each of my heavy shots landed just about everywhere on her face except in her mouth.

After Lisa stroked the rest out of me, she was about to wipe her face off with her panties, but I stopped her, "Don't do that, you should be proud of your accomplishment. I don't want you cleaning yourself off until you get home. And no fair cutting across my lawn, use the sidewalk. Now scat, Barb may be home at any minute."

As long strings of semen continued to drip off her face, she playfully brushed her hand along my erection one last time before setting off down the street toward home—humming a sweet and merry tune the whole way. I watched her take the long way around, down my driveway, then up the sidewalk. After I saw her enter her house, I went inside to get Barbara.

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I told Barb to wait about ten minutes before going home herself. She still called us 'Sir' and 'Mistress,' while kissing the two of us before leaving. As soon as I closed the door behind her, I turned to Karen, "I want to know what really happened today."

Karen looked perplexed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, cut the bullshit. You and I both know she wasn't locked out of the house."

"She asked me to lie about that. I knew you'd see through it, but she made me promise anyway."

"All right, you promised you'd lie to me. So what really happened?"

Karen went and sat down at the kitchen table before speaking, "It was in the early afternoon when she dropped by, asking all sorts of questions about you. I knew she always had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on you, but..."

"What kind of questions?"

"Real personal ones like what you and I did in bed. How good you were in bed. What you liked and disliked as far as sex. At first, she made it seem she was asking out of curiosity. You know, like she was getting tips on what to do with a boy she liked, so I was candid with her."

"You told her all this crap?"

"I know I should have kept my mouth shut. Lisa should be telling her this stuff, but you know how Lisa is with sex, so I thought I'd play the mother this time, and answer her."

I didn't let on that it wasn't Lisa, but Bob, who had a problem with sex. Instead, I asked, "That was it then, just a few general questions about our sex life?"

A look of embarrassment immediately crossed her face, "At first. After a while, though, she started asking me how big you were. How much...you know...how much you liked blowjobs, and if you were good at going down on me. How long you could keep it up, and how many times we did..."

"She asked all this?"

Karen nodded, "She even asked if we did...you know...any group stuff."

"You didn't tell her any of this crap?"

Karen only stared at the floor, red-faced.

I exploded, "What the fuck, Karen! How could you just tell her..."

"...Because it was turning me on!" She looked up at me shamefaced, before continuing, "I can't explain it. There I was talking with Barbara and getting really fucking horny as she's asking me all these intimate questions. You have to believe me, I've never thought of her as anything but a niece, even a daughter, but it was like it wasn't me talking to her, but someone else. There I was, telling her how fat your cock is, and how you feel inside of me, how you taste, how I love it when you come in my mouth, or when you come in my...in my ass."

"Jesus Christ, Karen..."

"Shut up, I know!" She started to cry out of embarrassment, "I even told her all about that night with Jackie and Gloria. I told her everything. What you did to us, what we did to each other, all in perfect detail. And the whole time I'm telling her this, I can feel my panties getting drenched."

"And that's when you fell into each other and kissed?"

"Not hardly, that's when it started to get really weird." She stared into space for a while, as if gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I finally got her off the subject of you and me by asking questions about her boyfriend, school, anything. I thought that with the change in subject I could calm myself down so I wouldn't burn a hole in my panties. You know, ease back into Karen Henry. And it worked for a time." She paused, and absentmindedly asked, 'Is there any scotch in the house? I need a drink."

I poured us both a glass, then asked, "So what was weird, besides everything that just fucking happened between us?"

She took a large gulp before answering, "After a short while, I wasn't listening to her as she prattled on about whatever. Instead, and for whatever reason, I started daydreaming about tying her up and doing so many nasty things to her. I was thinking like we did to Cecilia, except tying her up with ropes in one of our straight-backed kitchen chairs." She took another long pull of her scotch.

"That doesn't sound so weird, considering..."

"Shut up and let me think," she snapped, "Anyway, I'm thinking about...you know...doing stuff to her...And then you'd come home, and we'd both do stuff to her...And as I'm thinking this, I look at her, and honest to god, she's getting turned on."

"What do you mean?" I tried to keep my voice even, but inside I was beginning to freak out.

"I mean, she got all flushed, and broke out in a sweat. She started to fidget in her chair like she needed to go potty. When I looked down, I saw a large wet spot in her crotch. She saw me looking at her and didn't try to hide it, as if she wanted me to know, and to...you know...do something about it." She took another sip scotch, before continuing, "I swear, if I didn't know any better, I would think she was reading my mind or something, and getting turned on by my thoughts. Really silly, isn't it?"

Now, I was really freaking. "Then what happened?"

"Well, I just got those thoughts of her out of my head as best I could. I didn't want this going down that road any further than it had, and that seemed to work. I started to feel normal, and it looked like she was starting to cool off as well, as she went back to talking about school. Then we started making dinner, and that's when she dropped the egg. You know the rest."

Christ, it was happening to her now. She was acquiring the same ability I had to influence those around her. I didn't think it was as strong in her as it was in me, but nonetheless, a cold chill ran up my spine.

However, what she said next froze my heart.

She said it absentmindedly and to herself, as if she were musing about an insignificant coincidence that barely needed comment except that the 'coincidence' reminded her of another point she was trying to make. Taking a more thoughtful sip of scotch this time, she mused, "God, just thinking about tying her to a chair was setting my pussy on fire, just like in my dreams with Gloria..."

"Dreams about Gloria? What dreams?" I blurted out, interrupting her.

She snapped out of her thoughts, and looked at me blankly for a second, before saying, "Oh, I've been having these weird dreams every night for the past couple of weeks. Anyway, as I thought about Barb tied up in the chair..."

"What about these dreams with Gloria?"

She recognized the panic in my voice immediately, and asked, puzzled, "They're just silly dreams. When did you start getting frantic about what I was dreaming?"

"Just tell me what you're dreaming."

I listened as Karen described the same dream I was having, right down to the last detail, including the four, gnome-like creatures and the limping, veiled figure with the huge dick.

I must have turned white as a ghost, because she stopped her story, and said with a look of concern, "Will, what's the matter? What is it?"

Oh my fucking god, we were both dreaming the exact same thing. How the fuck is that even possible? Come on Henry, you stupid asshole, Mr. 'smart guy,' Mr. 'thinker,' let's see you try to rationalize this little tidbit away by calling it: 'Nothing more than coincidence mixed with paranoia.'

At that moment, I knew everything Beetlesmith had told me about the drug was a lie. Whatever the goddamned substance was, it certainly wasn't a benign chemical. Worse, whatever the fuck it was, I had brought it home and administered it to my loved ones. Those same feelings of dread and helplessness, that I was being pushed about in a maze I couldn't see, pressed down on my chest like a thousand pound weight. My stomach felt hollow and sick.

Karen saw the look of despair on my face, and asked with concern, "Will, what is it?"

"Nothing," I said, weakly.

She looked at me hard, "I know there's something wrong. Something you're not telling me about."

I should have told her then, but I didn't; partly because I didn't want to worry her, needlessly, and partly because I didn't feel like confessing my sins at that moment. Mostly, I didn't need the kick to my balls she'd justifiably give to me if I told her about administering the substance to her—to everyone.

I quickly changed the subject, "Look, I don't want anything like this happening again. We can't pull our neighbor's kids into our sex games."

Thankfully, that got her off the subject of my anxiety, as she asked, "What if she comes back over sometime? And she will. She liked what we did and she's going to want more of the same. I saw it in her eyes when she left."

"I don't know, but try to let her down easy. Tell her it was a mistake, a wonderful, pleasurable mistake, but one we can't repeat. Tell her it was too close a call with Lisa coming over like she did. Tell her it just wouldn't be right..."

Karen scoffed, "Like those arguments ever worked on a twenty-year-old girl who thought she knew how the world works."

I just shrugged my shoulders at the truth of her statement, but said as a final assertion, "All I know, I don't want to come home from work with her in our bed again. She's too close to us. She's too young and too inexperienced to be doing this stuff."

"Not anymore," Karen said, as a final statement of truth. Karen was right, Barbara was many things, but 'inexperienced' was no longer a fitting adjective. Karen made one last appeal to me, "This is going to break her heart if we shun her now."

"Better her broken heart than my broken face if Bob ever finds out."

I wondered what would push him faster into a rage, the fact that his daughter or his wife sucked on my cock until I came across their lips. To top it off I had just broken the promise Karen and I made to each other, not to go behind each other's back. Now, I was probably going to have both daughter and mother sniffing around for an encore performance. Jesus, I was playing with a dangerous fire that was slowly getting out of control. The trouble was I felt I had no way to stop it except to stop using the elixir—and I suspect even that would prove to be difficult. Yet, I had to try. I hoped that if I stopped using the drug—or whatever it was—these other symptoms would slowly subside, and stop altogether. That was another reason I didn't tell Karen about the elixir. I still held out hope that all this crap would blow over once we stopped using the substance.

Karen continued to push me in areas I didn't want to go, "You know, girls in her condition, being dumped like you're asking me to do, are unpredictable. She may just tell Bob and Lisa out of spite. Why don't I just play with her for a bit? You know, ease her down gently instead of just kicking her to the curb so abruptly."

'Play with her a bit,' that was Karen's code for, 'Let me continue to spank her until she squirts a little while longer.'

"You know, that's what every addict says to themselves, right before they shoot more junk into their veins. No Karen, it has to end right now."

"But..."

She started to make one more appeal, but I cut her off hard, "Enough!"

In a flash, her eyes turned into those obsidian-like orbs as she stared at me with anger and dread. A seething hatred lay behind those eyes, a hatred for me, because I wouldn't allow her to have her fun.

I looked back at her with equal contempt, and hissed, "Don't you ever fucking look at me like that again."

I suspected my own eyes smoldered black as Karen's did. God help me, I really felt like hitting her at that moment, and if she had continued looking at me with that hatred, I would have.

Fortunately, her demeanor and her eyes changed back to normal, and fighting back tears, she squeaked, "I'm sorry."

My heart melted when I saw the look of pain and fear I had caused. I pulled her out of her chair and held her tight, "I'm sorry too, baby. The last thing I ever want to do is make you feel bad."

She pushed her face into my chest and began to cry great, rending sobs, while softly saying, "I'm sorry," over and over again.

"Shhh, we both are, so don't cry," I said, trying to soothe her, while adding, "No more neighbors' kids, okay?"

She nodded her head against my dampened shirt.

"Look at me." When she did, I wiped tears off her cheeks, while saying, "I don't like you crying, it makes me feel bad."

"Good," she said, sniffing back a laugh. Her little joke was bringing her back to normal. I kissed her and she smiled back, weakly.

I patted her rump, "Let's go to bed, it's getting late."

As Karen went about changing into her pajamas, I picked my slacks off the floor to hang them in my closet. While removing the loose change and my keys from the pockets, I pulled out the two vials of elixir that Beetlesmith had so uncharacteristically given me. I had forgotten I had them. I stared down at them as they rested in my palm, and went back over in my mind everything that had happened today. I remembered I still owed him a grand for the substance, and I particularly remembered the oath I had just taken about not using it again. That oath was reinforced in me, given what had just transpired between Karen and me. I was about to empty them into the sink, when a glint of purple winked at me as it had done in Beetlesmith's shop. Before I could stop myself, and without any real thought of my own, I put the two vials in an empty cufflink box, and buried it deep in my sock drawer. Closing the drawer, I stood rigid for a moment thinking of Beetlesmith and all his lies and subterfuge.