Beetlesmith's

Something had happened, I'm unsure of what, but tension had developed between the two women again. One minute they're laughing and giggling together, and really into the camaraderie of sucking my cock and sending each other into orgasmic fits, and now they're rubbing each other the wrong way, and getting quite mean and spiteful. Most of the animosity was coming from Karen, which got me wondering if deep down she was not all that comfortable watching Gloria sucking me off, or maybe the drug was starting to wear off. Either way I tried to head off the inevitable confrontation, "Okay, what's going on?"

"Nothing," they said blandly, and in unison.

There was a long, uncomfortable moment of silence where neither of the two wanted to admit any wrongdoing. Gloria was still trying to get my semen off her face and out of her hair, but thick strands continued to resist cleaning, which was causing her considerable frustration, "Jesus holy Christ, what is this stuff. It's like some space-age polymer used in shuttle craft heat shields, or as sealant for high-pressure hoses. It defies any attempt at cleaning and fucking sticks to everything."

The visualization of Gloria fighting to remove my semen, coupled with the deadpan sarcasm of her comment got Karen and I laughing. Gloria must have repeated her words back in her head, because she started to laugh as well.

Now that the tension was broken, Karen took the opportunity to apologize for her rudeness, "I'm sorry. I really don't know what's come over me tonight. It's just that our..." she was going to say something more, but decided against it, "Oh, forget it. We can talk about it tomorrow. In the meantime, it's getting late and I'm still fucking horny."

Gloria finally got the last remnants of my orgasm cleaned to her satisfaction, "I'm still ready to go as long as Will's dick doesn't explode again."

"Oh we don't have to worry about that, Will's probably done..." Karen didn't complete her thought as she noticed that I still had a raging hard-on, which was unusual for me so soon after I came. She played with my cock a bit before adding, "What the fuck, Will, forget about me, what's gotten into you?"

"You have to ask," I said laughing, "I've been watching you two go at it all night, it tends to leave an impression on a guy that's not easily satisfied."

"Will's still got a stiffy. Now what to do about it," Karen mused rhetorically.

"Don't start," I said, rebuking her for the 'stiffy' comment.

Karen mounted me, saying, "I'm first."

I stopped her, "Wait a minute. There was a question posed by me very early in the evening that you neglected to answer."

At first Karen didn't know what I was talking about, but then I saw the metaphorical light bulb go off as a devilish smile passed across her face. Nymphomaniac Karen was back, and back with a vengeance. Whatever problem she had a moment ago was gone, and she answered in the sultriest voice she cold muster, "I want you to put it all the way up."

"All the way up what," I asked teasing?

She didn't answer, but started to liberally apply baby oil to my hard-on and to herself. I positioned her on top and looking away from me so that Gloria, who was still wondering exactly what was transpiring, could have easy access to Karen's pussy. Karen slowly sat down on my erection and ever so slowly inched me deeper into her rear. It was a slow process, and not without the occasional wince of pain, but eventually she was able to get me completely inside of her.

Gloria had shifted around so that she was kneeling in front of Karen and I, and was watching the progress intently, "Doesn't it hurt, Karen? It looks like it would hurt."

Karen answered breathlessly, "At first, baby, but once you get it in and get used to the size it feels...it feels...it feels won...derful."

Karen began sliding up and down on my cock, very slowly at first in order to get acquainted with my size. Anal sex was not something we did that often, but whenever we tried, Karen needed to take plenty of time and stop repeatedly to allow her muscles brief periods of adjustment. However, once she felt comfortable, Karen quickly fell into a steady rhythm, unmarked by any pause or hesitation. Her eyes were closed, and would remain closed as she fell into her slow screwing mode. It was as if she was putting herself into some sort of deep, sensual trance.

I could feel Gloria's fingers probing Karen's exposed pussy, and every so often she would shift her hand down and gently pull and massage my scrotum. I couldn't see her from my position, but I could hear Gloria working the vibrator in and out and around Karen's pussy. I could even feel the muted vibrations against my cock during times when Gloria had fully inserted the device into Karen.

Karen was moaning loudly and then arched well backwards, allowing Gloria easier access to her pussy. Taking this action as a subtle gesture that Karen was ready for something larger, Gloria remove the vibrator and slowly inserted the cucumber in its place.

Karen let out a sharp groan. Whether it was out of pleasure or pain was unclear, but the sound made Gloria hesitate. With the cucumber only part-way in, Gloria started to suck on Karen's clitoris, and as Karen's groans turned into obvious moans of delight, Gloria continued to push the cucumber further into her.

I could feel the large vegetable slide beside me, forcing my cock tighter inside Karen's ass. I suspect that the tight fit was also forcing the cucumber forward and firmly pressing it against Karen's g-spot. It was obvious that Karen was now in uncontrollable sexual ecstasy, and loudly moaning over and over, "Fuck me...harder...fuck me."

Nympho Gloria was back as well, if she had left at all, and was egging Karen on with her own comments, "Oh, yes, fuck you with that big cock. You love Will's cock up your ass don't you, you little slut. Say it. Tell me how much you love Will's fat cock up your ass."

Karen could only moan louder as a response.

She had stopped her own grinding by this time, remaining stationary in her kneeling position while Gloria and I pounded our respective phalluses in and out of their respective holes. Karen could no longer speak intelligently and was relegated to emitting unintelligible shrieks of pleasure, or what I hoped were shrieks of pleasure. I suspect if an unwitting person were passing by our house they would have quickly dialed 911, mistaking Karen's cries as a clear sign of pain rather than pleasure.

Gloria wasn't fazed by Karen's shrieks, and continued to goad her with her taunts, "You like it hard? Let me fuck your pussy hard," but it wasn't until Gloria put the vibrator against Karen's clit that the shrieking really started.

Actually, shrieking was a poor descriptor. Karen was, for want of a better word, screaming. I had seen it depicted comically in movies many times, but had yet to really witness it in real life. I had always assumed the uncontrollable screaming, as depicted, was an over-exaggeration of the exuberance of the ultimate female orgasm. Karen, with Gloria's help, was proving me wrong.

Her actual words were unintelligible, and consisted only of loudly protracted wailing. So intense was Karen's screaming that I was fearful Gloria was unwittingly hurting her and doing some type of physical damage. I had momentarily stopped my own thrusting and was about to pull out to check on Karen for myself, when she blurted, "Fucking stop...me don't...please, please..." and sounding like Yoda after a three day drunk.

It wasn't as if I needed to do anything more to her, for within a few scant moments of her gibberish, she screamed one, last, guttural moan, just before I felt the inevitable rush of warm fluid drenching my groin. She shuddered a few times before she fell off onto her side and lay trembling like an engine that continued to knock and sputter even after the ignition was turned off.

"What in the hell was that, and what did you do to her," I asked Gloria in amazement?

At first, Gloria could only giggle as she still held the cucumber and vibrator in each hand, and watched with amusement as Karen continued to quiver involuntarily, "Nothing. Well nothing different than what she did to me earlier."

"Whatever it was you should patent it, it's sure to make you a fortune."

Gloria noticed that parts of her chest and stomach were covered by a thin, clear film of liquid, the tangible results of Karen's orgasm, "Christ, first you and now Karen."

I chuckled, "Well at least Karen's goop will be easier to clean."

As Gloria set about wiping the fluid from her with one of the bed sheets, I realized that it had been some time since Karen had spoken or even moved. Worried, I tried shaking her, but got no response except for a weak grunt.

Gloria was suddenly concerned as well, and took a closer look at Karen's prostrate form. After a quick examination Gloria said with some relief, "I think she just passed out. Has this ever happened before?"

"Nope, nothing like it. It's a first, one of many that have happened tonight."

I guessed this is what happens when Beetlesmith's magic elixir wears off. The subject just faints into a deep, catatonic sleep.

Gloria continued to check Karen over to make sure there wasn't anything visibly wrong, but I knew that Karen had just reached the end of her endurance under the effects of the potion. Her body and brain had just shut down.

"Don't worry about it Gloria, Karen will be fine in the morning. All she needs is a good night's sleep."

Gloria lay next to me and began giggling, "I can't believe she just fell asleep like that."

"Really Gloria, you need to patent your technique."

Gloria and I just laid next to each other for a while in the dark, and listening to Karen snore softly. This must have eased Gloria's mind, knowing that Karen was, indeed, just sleeping, because I could feel her start to relax as she nestled her head against my chest

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After some quiet contemplation, Gloria asked with some concern in her voice, "What's going to happen to us?"

It was an odd question.

"What do you mean?"

She didn't answer for a long time. I could tell that something was beginning to bother her, but she didn't know how to express it in words. I assumed that she was starting to have second thoughts about what happened tonight, and ventured my own question, "Are you feeling guilty about tonight?"

"I don't want to lose you as friends," was her only reply.

"Why would you lose us as friends?"

"I don't know Will. You hear stories about people, who've been friends for a long time, but then they get more intimate or something happens that takes a friendship to another level, and then for whatever reason everything changes. Pretty soon they're not friends anymore. I don't want that to happen to us."

I really didn't have an answer. I knew earlier tonight that our relationship had changed, but to what degree and in what direction I couldn't say. I'm sure she was having similar thoughts and possible doubts now, as will Karen when she wakes up in the morning. So I just told her the truth as best and as heartfelt as I could, "Gloria you are our oldest and dearest friend. Nothing could ever change that fact."

She thought about my words for a moment. I could tell that she wanted to add something, but kept resisting the urge to speak, and resorted to nervously playing with my hair. Finally I just asked her, "OK, before you pull all my hair out just tell me what's on your mind."

She lifted her head to look at me, and asked, "You want to fuck some more?"

I almost laughed at her contradictory concerns. One second she's worried about the possible severing of old friendships, and the next second she's conveying the need to fulfill her newfound insatiable desires, desires that in most relationships down through time were the root cause of friendships to dissolve in the first place.

"I was hoping you'd ask," I said warmly, "But I had better clean myself first."

I was only gone for a few minutes, but when I got back into bed I could tell that she was out cold just like Karen. I looked at the time and noted it was little more than three-and-a-half hours since I made their spiked cappuccinos.

I put the covers over them as they still slept, and crawled in between them. I lay there in the dark listening to them snore contently, and I laughed quietly to myself, "Now this is the usual reaction I get from women. Things are, indeed, back to normal."

It was just as well that the evening ended as it did. Although it would have been nice to fuck Gloria slowly, just the two of us, I really needed to get up early and get to the city before noon.