Beetlesmith's Ch. 20

I'm not sure how much, or for how long I climaxed. A lot of it went shooting into the air, landing somewhere in the carpet, but I came long enough and hard enough to hear Jack loudly exclaim, "Jesus fucking Christ, it's a fucking gusher," bringing the attention of the others to our lounger, and who promptly began cheering and clapping in long revelry.

As I finally relaxed back into the lounger, I heard Bob say, matter-of-factly, "Okay, I've got Karen and Denise next."

All of us started laughing.

I finally opened my eyes as the cheering died down to see both Karen and Denise looking back at me. They wore broad smiles and laughed heartily as thick strands of cum hung and dripped heavily off their faces—they were fully covered from chin to nose, with quite a few hard shots plastered to their foreheads and stuck in their hair.

I smiled back, and asked, breathlessly, "What's so funny, my sluts?"

Denise answered, giggling, "We told you, just like a bear cub snacking on blueberries."

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It was about ten minutes later, after Karen and Denise had cleaned themselves, and all the others were temporarily content, that the game started anew.

Karen looked over the other guests, then said, "Candice, come into the circle."

Without hesitation, she jumped in right away, her big tits bouncing lewdly as she did, and unlike the others up to this point, she seemed thrilled to divulge her fantasy.

"I know some of you are going to think this is kinda weird, but here goes. This happened a long time ago with my first boyfriend. We were going hot and heavy at the time, but we hadn't really done anything yet except kiss a lot. I let him get to second base a couple of times, but that was about it. Usually, he'd come over and we'd watch TV and wait for my parents to go to bed, then we'd start fooling around. This one time we're making out on the couch, and he's got this huge boner digging into my stomach through his pants. We're kissing heavy, and he's playing with my tits and I'm really hot. Well, one thing leads to another, and I got Jimmy's pants down and I'm stroking his cock. His was the first cock I ever felt, or even looked at, and it's really turning me on. I stop kissing Jimmy because I really want to look at his dick as I stroke it, and to see what happens. So, I sit on the edge of the couch, down by his waist, touching it, playing with it, squeezing his balls, feeling it all over, you get the idea."

"Did you lose your cherry that night?" Karen asked.

"No, we didn't have any rubbers and I knew enough not to fuck without protection. Besides, I really just wanted to play with his dick. I didn't even think about fucking."

"Jimmy probably did," Karen said, laughingly.

"Maybe, but he didn't say anything. I think he was just happy I was feeling him up. He was really moaning loud as I played with him. Anyway, the stairs leading up to the bedrooms are right in front of the couch. My parents had this ranch-style home so the staircase isn't very long, just eight or ten steps, so short you can easily see the whole couch from the top of the stairs. So, as I'm giving Jimmy a hand job, I see a figure out of the corner of my eye at the top of the stairs. It's my dad. The stairway is dark, but I can easily tell it's him. I guess Jimmy's moaning got him up. Well, I freeze. I just sit there with my head down, because I was too afraid to look up at him, and I know he's going to come barreling down the stairs and kick Jimmy's ass and lock me in my room. So, I'm waiting, and waiting, but nothing's happening. I take another quick peek up the stairs, and I see him...I see him stroking himself."

"Wait a minute," Karen interrupted, "This is your fantasy? I thought you were telling us something that actually happened."

"It did. I caught my dad jacking off as I was jacking off my boyfriend."

Karen was dumbfounded for a moment, then asked with an embarrassed giggle, "Oh my god, what did you do?"

"Nothing at first, because I was really confused and I couldn't believe my dad was jacking off watching me. I just sat for a long time, holding Jimmy's dick, but not doing anything with it and wondering what I should do. Then I got really turned on, even more than I was before. You see, my dad and me never had a good relationship. I always had a weight problem, and he would always call me shitty names, half joking of course, but they still hurt; things like, 'Chubs,' 'Thunder Thighs' or 'Little Miss Rolly Polly,' and a lot of other crap I've forgotten..."

"And Peaches," I said, interrupting her.

She nodded her head at first, then said, "That came later, after he saw me with Jimmy. I didn't mind that name so much. It didn't remind me of how fat I was. Anyway, he never really liked me, or so I thought, but now, he's at the top of the stairs beating off, and it's turning me on because I'm turning him on. I start stroking Jimmy again, but I'm keeping an eye on dad, mimicking his stroking movements on Jimmy. Kind of like getting first hand lessons on how to jerk off a guy. Before I know it, Jimmy's dick explodes in my hand, and my tits get plastered with the first shot."

Everyone started laughing at that, particularly the women, most of whom probably had their own experiences to tell about trip-wire cocks going off without warning.

"You have to understand I was really young and dumb, and I really didn't know what happens when you jerk a guy off. So when I see this white stuff shooting out of him I quick jump off the couch, thinking I hurt him somehow. Now, Jimmy's in the middle of this humungous cum blast, groaning in pain because I had stopped stroking. He quickly starts beating off for release. I'm standing next to him watching as one cum blast after the other shoots out his prick, covering his stomach all the way up his chest. I was amazed, and so fucking horny watching him jerk himself like my dad was doing, and still all this cum keeps shooting out of him. I peek up the stairs again to see dad's reaction, but he's gone."

"Did your father ever say anything to you about what happened?" Karen asked.

"Nope, not a word, except he started calling me Peaches afterwards."

"What's your fantasy, then?"

"Ever since that night, I think about what would happen if my dad came down the stairs like I thought he was going to, but instead of being mad, he starts coaching Jimmy and me in having sex. He teaches me how to fuck, what positions to fuck in, how to suck a guy's prick down to his nuts, everything. Teaching Jimmy as well, on how to do a girl I mean. At the end of the teaching session, he makes me jerk him off and gives me a facial."

"Interesting! I was thinking that Jack could play Candice's father," Karen opined, "But you and Denise never had any children." She saw both Jack and Denise shake their heads before continuing, "I really think this part needs a man who has children, particularly daughters; any volunteers?"

Bob didn't hesitate, "I'd like to play Candice's dad if it's okay."

"Excellent Bob," Karen answered, brightly, "Now, let's see who should play Jimmy? Jimmy's young, so they should appear naive and inexperienced, and it sounds like they should be filled to overflowing with cum. Phil, how about you? That certainly was a humongous cum blast you did for me earlier. You want to play Jimmy?"

"I...I guess so."

Karen rolled her eyes, and reminded him, "Like a man, Phil."

"Yes, Queen Bitch."

"That's better."

Phil and Candice assumed the positions on the floor, the way Candice had described in her fantasy—Phil lying with Candice sitting beside him and leaning over his crotch supported by an arm.

It was quite a sight seeing Candice tenderly playing with Phil's cock, just as she probably did to her first lover, Jimmy, exploring a man's phallus for the first time with youthful curiosity, mixed with lustful hesitation. She added variations to the hand job from her gained experiences from over the years, of course, such as rubbing Phil's cock along her massive breast as they hung down, or dropping a large spit bomb onto his shaft to help with lubrication. All in all, however, she assumed the teenage girl persona from her youth.

Phil just laid quietly, enjoying her treatment, occasionally rubbing her back in a soothing manner. He was playing the naive teenager getting his first hand job to a tee, not doing anything too bold, or demanding that more be done to him, which might scare his girlfriend and keep her from finishing her sensual massage.

A large drop of pre-ejaculate fluid had formed at the top of Phil's cockhead, and Candice was eyeing it intently—probably wondering if she should do something with it or just let it fall. Bob loudly made his patriarchal entrance, at that point, "So this is what you do when your mother and I go to bed!"

Candice let go of Phil's—Jimmy's—cock, and sat up stiffly, assuming the posture of a surprised and shameful daughter. Phil also did his part, playing the youthful lothario caught diddling a scornful father's daughter, by backing away from Candice and Bob as if he were about to bolt from the scene.

"Stay right where you are," Bob bellowed at Jimmy, "There's no point in trying to hide."

"Please, daddy," Candice whined, "Don't hurt Jimmy..."

"Why not? He thinks he can take advantage of you, and in my home, no less. Probably get you knocked up, and joins the army so he doesn't have to marry you!"

"No daddy, it wasn't like that."

"Oh, so he wasn't taking advantage of you. So you instigated it, you slut!"

"No!"

"No, my ass. I thought your mother and me raised you better than to put out for the first Johnny-come-lately with a stiff prick. Now, sit on his face!"

"What?"

"You heard me, little Miss Chubs. If you're going to be a slut in my house, then you had better learn to do it right. I don't want you getting knocked up like some stupid cunt, making me a grandfather before I'm ready. Now, straddle Jimmy's head with those thunder thighs and sit on his face. Or should I call your mother?"

"No daddy, please, I'll do what you want, just don't tell mom."

"You're damn right you'll do what I want, or out the door you go. Then you can sell your ass for a living on the street corner like the rest of the whores."

Candice started to mount 'Jimmy' facing forward, but her 'dad' stopped her.

"No, no, no! The other way Chubs, face the other way," 'dad' said, and continued talking, as 'daughter' complied. "The first thing you have to learn is to keep your pussy away from his dick. That's rule number one. It'll keep you from getting knocked up and ending up living on welfare. I've never met a guy yet who'd marry a fat whore that already has three screaming brats, probably all from three different sperm donors."

As Bob, acting the dad, continued to berate her, using offensive language, and calling her a 'fat whore,' 'slut,' and especially 'thunder thighs' and 'Chubs'—her real father's nicknames for her—Candice's face and upper torso turned an amazing shade of scarlet from the verbal abuse. Those watching were probably under the impression that Candice's flush coloration was due to feelings of embarrassment, or even anger, at being treated so rudely in front of strangers, but I knew from my time with her at the office, and those subsequent in the motel, it was from arousal. Bob was treating her as her real father had treated her—or close enough, at any rate. It was the verbal abuse she suffered as a young girl that fueled her fantasy today.

Candice knelt over 'Jimmy,' her upper torso propped up by her arms with her groin hovering inches above his mouth, and waited for more instructions.

'Dad' knelt down close to 'Jimmy's' head, and said, "If you ever knock my daughter up, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to my dog. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," 'Jimmy' squeaked.

"Now Jimmy, have you ever eaten pussy?"

"No sir."

"Then it's time you learn."

'Dad' ran his fingers around his daughter's labia for a moment, then stopped to pinch her clitoris between two fingers as he pulled it away from her body. "See that," 'dad' asked, "That's her magic button. It's what she diddles at night when she's playing with herself, and it makes her feel good. You want my daughter to feel good, don't you Jimmy?"

"Yes sir."

"That's good. Now I want you to suck on that little button of hers. Just put it in your mouth, suck on it, and work your tongue all around it...that's good, Jimmy."

As 'Jimmy' latched onto her clit, Candice immediately pushed her vulva firmly into 'Jimmy's' face while arching her back to the pleasure. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, and wiggled her ass, forcing her clit to slide across 'Jimmy's' probing tongue.

A few of the spectators sighed and giggled at the blissful rapture stamped across Candice's face. Gabby vocalized what most were thinking, "Phil can clean a pussy, that's for sure. All that practice makes him an exceptional box licker." Everyone chuckled.

"Oh, that's good, Jimmy. She likes it. You can tell; feel how wet she is." 'Dad' ran his fingers along Candice's labia again, as 'Jimmy' sucked, then dipped two fingers into her hole. "Feel how wet she is, Jimmy. Run your fingers around there just like I did...that's good. Keep doing that as you suck on that button, and don't forget to put a couple of fingers into her dripping hole. Now remember, I don't even want to see your dick going anywhere near that hole. The only thing that's ever going in there are your fingers or your tongue. Keep sucking on that button until Peaches tells you to stop."

Candice's eyes snapped open when she heard her pet name, 'Peaches,' and her face turned even redder from piqued arousal.

Then 'dad' knelt beside Candice, and said, "The second rule for a girl is never give him something without getting something first. Don't be a stupid whore like you were when I caught you, giving him a hand job without getting something for it. Understand?"

Candice nodded a response.

"That's my Peaches. Now, remember what I told Jimmy, never let him put his dick in your cunt."

"Yes daddy."

"But he's going to want to put it somewhere, so instead, you're going to let him put it in your mouth. You know what a blowjob is?"

"Yes daddy...I mean, I've heard what they are."

"Of course you do; all you chubby sluts know about sucking dick. Now show me how good you can suck on Jimmy's dick."

For the longest time, 'dad' silently watched the two in a very passionate sixty-nine, but just when it looked like one or the other was nearing release, 'dad' changed the game, surprising everyone—especially me.

"Oh, you're doing it all wrong. That's no way to suck cock. You may know what a blowjob is, but you sure don't know how in practice. You're going to pull his dick out at the roots if you keep tugging on it like that."

"I'm sorry, da..."

"Shut up you stupid whore...Mother!" When Bob yelled 'mother,' he beckoned to Lisa with a wave of his hand. Lisa hesitated, not sure what Bob was doing. Bob beckoned again, saying, "Mother, come down here."

As 'mother'—Lisa—made her way into the middle of the circle, 'dad' said to her, "Look what your daughter, Barb..." Bob caught himself in a Freudian slip, and finished correctly, "Look what Candice has been doing when we're asleep." Most everyone missed hisfaux pas, except for me and Karen, and Lisa, of course.

"Oh my god, our daughter's a slut!" Lisa exclaimed with fake shock and surprise, and falling neatly into the 'mother role' Bob wanted her to play. "How long has this been going on?" she asked her 'daughter.'

'Dad' answered, "That's not important. Lucky for us I caught them when I did, before she did something really stupid. I've been doing my best teaching them how to stay out of trouble, but something's need your expertise." 'Dad' shifted his focus back to his 'daughter,' "Barbara, honey..."

"Candice," Candice corrected him.

Bob slapped his forehead, and said with embarrassment, "Shit, sorry. Bar...I mean Candice, honey, it's about time you found out that your mother is probably the best little cocksucker in the county. In fact, I caught her, just like I caught you, blowing another guy in our bed just the other day."

"Mother!" Candice exclaimed.

'Mother' looked down at the floor in mock embarrassment.

"That's right, Barbara, seems all the women in my life are turning out to be whores and sluts."

There was that 'slip' again, only this time Candice didn't bother correcting him. It was happening so much that I got the feeling it was purposeful. I whispered harshly into Karen's ear, "If you're doing this, then stop."

Karen looked shocked at my rebuke, and whispered back, "I'm not doing a thing. He's doing it all on his own."

I looked at her sideways in disbelief. With an earnest look, Karen crossed her fingers over her heart, and whispered, "I swear."

"Holy fuck," I hissed.

The fantasy was no longer about teaching a young girl the art of lovemaking, at least not the young girl straddling Phil's head. It was morphing into something completely different.

I returned my attention to the players. Bob and Lisa were now on their knees in front of Candice—who, unbeknownst to her, would soon morph into the Grant's daughter, Barbara. For the moment, Phil was taking a break from eating out Candice, and waited patiently, running a teasing finger along Candice's labia to occupy his time.

Bob was talking to Lisa, "I want you to show our daughter the proper way to suck cock." Then tapping Phil on the leg, he said loudly, "And you, Jimmy, get back to pleasing my daughter."

Lisa put her face on the other side of Phil's cock so that it was between Candice and her. Then Lisa said to Candice, "Let me see what your father disapproves of. Show me how you suck."

Candice sucked on Phil's cock the same way she sucked on mine, and probably the same way she sucked any cock. I always thought she was an okay cocksucker, showing more enthusiasm for the art, rather than technique. She tended to suck too hard and too fast, and used too much hand at the wrong time.

Lisa watched her a bit. Then, as prescribed by the fantasy—although now, Bob's fantasy it would seem—she broke in as teacher, "Oh baby, give momma that cock for a minute." Between long licks and short sucks to Phil's shaft and head, Lisa instructed, "Take your time baby, and enjoy it. Start out with a teasing tongue and lips. Remember, if you make him feel good with your mouth, he won't even think about sticking it in your pussy."

"Good advice. Listen to your mother, Barbara," Bob said.

Lisa passed Phil back to Candice, watched, then instructed some more, "That's good, Barbara, but use a light touch with those hands. You don't have to hold him so firm, just enough to move him around your mouth. And don't worry about stroking him yet...good girl."

There was that Freudian slip again. Now Lisa was voicing the error.

"Okay baby, now give momma back his cock, I want to show you something." Lisa held Phil's cock at the base, and said, while pointing at the tip, "See that drop? That's called pre-cum. Whenever you see it, it means he's getting close. I like to swirl it around a bit with a finger. It drives your father mad, doesn't it honey?"

"Oh yeah," Bob answered, breathless.

Lisa demonstrated the technique, causing Phil's cock to jump and twitch in her hand. She ran a firm thumb up his shaft, causing another drop to emerge, and again, swirled her finger around his cockhead. Phil's cock jumped again, and quivered in delight even after Lisa removed her fingers.

Lisa passed him back to Candice, saying, "Here, you try it, Barbara."

Candice repeated the swirl a few times, and had Phil's cock dancing in her hand at the sensation. Phil's cock wasn't the only thing that was squirming. Phil's face was fully buried between Candice's legs, and he was really going to town on her pussy. Besides the oral delight, he had slipped three fingers inside her cunt, and was working them expertly, in and out.