Beetlesmith's Ch. 20

Both the women were laughing now, as Karen unbound Lisa's hands. They stood, hugging each other as Karen scanned over the room. Everyone else was back to playing with each other in smaller fuck and suck groups throughout the room.

Lisa squeezed Karen's ass, and asked, "What's next...my Mistress?"

Hearing Lisa call her Mistress filled her with a glowing pride and brought another smile to Karen's lips. She responded, "Oh, I have oodles of ideas." Clapping her hands for attention, Karen projected, loudly, "Okay everyone, sorry to put a damper on all the fun you're having, but it's time for another game. Gather in a circle around the middle of the room."

As directed, all the guests gathered in a circle, some sitting on the furniture, others languishing on the floor, and all were piqued with excitement waiting for what Karen had in store for them.

Her Highness, Queen Mistress, resumed her position alongside of me on the lounger. She began by saying, "I call this little game Fantasy Island. Now, I know some of you already, so I'm just going to involve the newbies in this. Each of you women new to our little gathering will take a turn in the middle of the circle and play out your deepest, sexually darkest, fantasy for the rest of us. It has to be something you've never done before and no one else knows about. Does everyone agree?"

Everyone nodded their head.

"Wonderful. Lisa, since you were last during the previous game, why don't you be the first, now."

I could tell Lisa was nervous as she sat on the floor in the middle of the throng.

"Okay Lisa," Karen asked, "What's that one fantasy you've always harbored and never told anyone?"

She thought for a long minute before answering, and when she did, she spoke with embarrassed hesitation, "Well, for the longest time now, I've daydreamed of Bob catching me with another man." She paused for a moment, then looked directly at her husband as she continued, "Ever since you didn't feel like doing it, I had this dream that I'm fucking another guy, and it's really hot, but I'm really stupid because he's fucking me in our bedroom. I figure, you're always working and Barbara's at school, so why not fuck him in our bed. It makes me feel so hot, and so much like a naughty slut that some other guy's doing me where you should be doing me. And the guy gets really turned on knowing he's fucking another guy's wife in his bedroom."

"Is the other guy someone we know?" Karen chimed in, and winked.

This was a dangerous game Lisa was playing, relaying a fantasy so close to her own adulterous behavior. It was also a brilliant ploy. I didn't think this was as much a fantasy of hers, per se, but more of a way she could lay the foundation for forgiveness in case Bob ever found out about Lisa and me.

Clever girl.

"No," Lisa answered. "I mean he doesn't even have a face in my daydreams. I know he's handsome, in a general way, and has a great body, and a...and a pretty big dick."

All the women clapped and hooted approval at that.

Really ladies, keep telling me size doesn't matter and I'll keep laughing.

Lisa let the revelry die down before returning her eyes to Bob, and continued, "Well as you can guess, you come home unexpectedly. The slut wife caught cheating on her good and wonderful husband. But you don't say anything right away. Instead, you stand in the doorway watching us for a long while. The guy's lying with his head on the pillow with his eyes closed, while I'm giving him a blowjob with my back to you, and I'm kneeling as I suck his cock. And you watch as his cock slides in and out of my mouth, and my ass is high in the air pointing back at you. And instead of getting mad, the whole scene is turning you on as I blow this other guy."

Bob was momentarily shocked and taken aback by what he heard from his wife, especially because she didn't like giving blowjobs, but now it was central to her fantasy. He became curious to know what else she was dreaming about, "Do you do anything else besides blow this guy?"

"Other times, you catch us as he's fucking me doggy style, or when he's going down on me." She hesitated again, not sure if she should say anything more, but she decided to let Bob hear it all, "And sometimes he begs me to...to...you know...fuck me in the butt...and I let him...and I like it."

Clever girl, indeed.

Now, all the men clapped and hooted their approval.

Lisa quickly broke in to amend her last confession, "But I like the blowjob version the best."

There was unmistakable hurt in Bob's eyes, hearing her fantasies about sexual acts she rarely, if not outright refused, to perform with him. Then he asked, with a little anger in his voice, "So what do I do, just turn around and leave and let you finish sucking the guy off?"

She saw his hurt, and with pity in her eyes, mouthed a silent, "No," while shaking her head slowly. She stared hard at Bob, unblinking, her eyes beginning to water, "Please don't be mad. It's just a fantasy, honey. I love you and you only!"

Her sincerity was obvious and real. Everyone uttered a long, thoughtful, "Aw." Even Bob blushed, hearing her public and affectionate declaration of love for him.

Lisa wiped the moisture from her eyes, and continued, "Of course you're mad at first, furious in fact. You yell, 'What the fuck are you doing, you stupid whore?!'" She said it in a deep voice, trying to mimic Bob, making everyone laugh. "I just about bite the guy's dick off when I hear you, I'm so startled. I turn around and see your angry, hurt face, and I'm terrified and ashamed at the same time for what I'm doing, mostly because I know I hurt you. And I'm wondering if you're going to call a lawyer right then, or hit me first and then call a lawyer. But you don't do any of that, because it was turning you on. Instead, you stand over us on the side of the bed. You still have this angry look, but it's fake. I don't know that, so I'm shaking, not sure if you're going to hit me. Then, in a really rough voice, you tell me to keep sucking his cock. I'm confused now, and not sure what you're doing, and I'm still scared shitless. The guy's scared shitless too, and his cock is soft, but I know I better do what you say, so I suck it anyway because I don't want to make you madder. And as I'm sucking on him, you start spanking me, just like Mark did to Linda, but it's way harder. And you call me a slut and a whore, and tell me to keep sucking on him like the cheating cunt I am, all while you keep spanking me.

Everyone yells, "Yeah, go Bob, spank that little slut!"

As we all quiet down, Lisa finishes her fantasy, "My ass is on fire from all your rough slapping, but I don't care because you got me so horny. I mean, I could feel my cunt juice dripping down my thighs I was so hot. You stick your fingers in me and feel how drenched you made me, and you're turned on even more than me. When you go back to spanking me, I come, really hard, and keep coming every time you hit my ass. By now, the guy's figured out you're not going to kill him, and he's hard as a rock in my mouth. And I'm sucking on him hard and fast, your spanking me hard and fast, and I'm coming hard and fast, and we're all fucking on fire. You finally tell me to turn around, and then shove your hard cock all the way in my mouth. Both you and he start slam-fucking me hard for both directions. He's got a hold of my hips, pounding my pussy like there's no tomorrow, you've got a hold of my head as you're fucking my mouth and making me choke and gag, and I'm loving every second because I keep coming like a slut in heat. Then he comes. Then you come, and it's such a turn-on. You just shove your cock all the way in and shoot one heavy load after another down my throat. It's like a gallon of come. And feeling you fill me makes me come even harder. After that, he leaves and we fuck again, and again, and again. And the best part of my fantasy, from then on, you can't stop fucking me. You can't keep your hands off me. Every day, you come home for lunch for a quick blowjob. When you come home for dinner you slam-fuck me against the wall denting the drywall with my ass or you fuck me hard in my butt until I scream from one shattering orgasm after the other. And when you come home from your second job, you spank me again until I come, and fuck all my wet holes for hours."

After she got done telling her fantasy, everyone was ready to start fucking in frenzy, we were turned on so much. Bob flew into the middle of the circle with Lisa, pushed her flat on the floor, as he kissed her deeply. Everyone cheered, hooted and hollered at their display.

Karen asked, "Okay Lisa, we all know whose playing Bob, but who do you want to play your mystery fella'?"

Lisa didn't hesitate, "Will!"

A most clever girl, indeed.

I thought this would be a bit boring for the others. Hearing an elaborate fantasy, although very hot, then playing it out for real seemed redundant to me, but I was wrong. Much like when I used my mind to manipulate others like actors, manipulating them never got old or boring, because there was always an unpredictable human element involved. The personal, sexual innovation was always interjected by the actor, creating a wonderful variation to the sex act. It was the same when playing out their fantasies.

I lay on the floor with Lisa as Bob moved back into the circle of friends—the doting husband soon to discover his wife's adultery.

Right away, she comes out raunchy and in full-blown slut mode, deviating immediately from the tortured, neglected wife she described from her fantasies. The elixir, mixed with our history, was bringing out the magnificent slut in her.

Sticking her ass far into the air, just as she described to us moments before, she took a firm hold at the base of my cock while licking and sucking my shaft, balls to head.

Between her rough sucking, she said with a determined tone, "God, I love the taste of your cock. I know you want to fuck me in the ass with your huge cock. And I'm going to let you, and say please and thank you the whole time, but first, you're going to come hard in my mouth, and make me swallow every drop. Then, after you fuck me in the butt, I want you to pound my tight snatch until I pass out.

"We have time for all that?" I ask, acting the lover.

"Bob doesn't get home 'til dark. So sit back, relax and enjoy it stud, as I suck all that gooey, hot come out of your balls. Just think of it as an appetizer to feast on before you stick that monster cock in my ass"

"God, I love you horny housewives who don't get enough from hubby. If you want that hot cum, start sucking on those balls like a good bitch."

It went like that between us. Back and forth with the rank language, she, talking like a rabid slut wanting to be used, and me, giving it back to her the way she wants it. I was especially rough and crude with her physically; slapping her across the face with my cock, forcing her head down onto me and making her gag and choke, and holding her head still as I fucked her mouth or raked her face and tongue across my balls.

I took a quick peek at Bob during all this. His eyes are aflame with a ravenous light, and his cock literally pulsated from being overly aroused. After a few more minutes of our raucous back and forth, Bob finally burst into the middle of the circle, yelling the way Lisa described it in her fantasy, "What the fuck are you doing, you stupid whore?"

After Bob's entrance, there's a lot of back and forth verbal parrying between the wife and husband. She's plays at remorseful, he's threatening mock divorce. When Bob tells her to keep sucking me and begins spanking her, that's when our play-acting really deviated from Lisa's fantasy.

Bob came at her hard. His blows on her buttocks sound like shotgun blasts as the sound careens off the walls, and for each hard slap, he's calling her a slut, or whore, or a dirty, cheating cunt. Lisa yelps loudly at each blow as tears start to flow from her eyes. She's in such physical distress at the start of Bob's punishment, she doesn't even have the mental faculties to suck on my cock as ordered.

Suddenly, I feel something stir inside her. It's arousal, quickly followed by surprise. At that moment, it all became clear to me why she included spanking in her fantasy, it was her way to assuage the guilt she felt for having the affair. She literally wanted Bob to punish her, not play act punish, or fantasy act punish, but punish her for real. Lisa wasn't planning on enjoying it, the spanking was only meant as penitence for her sins. However, as Bob continued to rain hard blows down on her ass, she began to get aroused, and it shocked and surprised her that she would have these pleasurable feelings garnered from pain.

Her arousal continues to climb and she's pushed into absolute sexual frenzy. Taking a firm hold of my balls, she forces my cock into her mouth as deep as she can take me, then roughly bobs her head. She's moaning loudly, and her throaty vibrations send wonderful tingles through my cock. Added to that were Bob's repeated spanks, which pushed Lisa forward, and my cock deeper into her mouth, causing my cock to stab hard against the back of her throat, making her gag.

It was all almost too much for her. The feel of my cock in her throat as she gagged on it like a whore, Bob's hard spanks accompanied with his verbal barrage repeatedly calling her a cheating cunt, it was all making her head swim. At last, she had embraced the fantasy and what she was in reality, shewas the cheating slut wife being punished by the man she loved, and it set her pussy on fire.

Another look of surprise donned her face. She pulled me out of her mouth, and yelled, "Oh fucking fuck me, I can't believe this, I'm going to come. I'm really going to come. Spank me baby. Spank your cheating slut wife. She needs to be punished. Spank me harder, Bob...harder! Yeah, that's it baby, spank my skanky ass. I'm such a dirty, dirty cunt. I lied earlier, Bob. He never asked me. I begged him to fuck my butt, Bob. I got down on my knees and begged him like a dirty slut to fuck my ass with his huge cock, and I loved it. His cock felt so good up there, and he made me come over and over every time he pounded his fat prick deep into my ass. I need to be punished for that. Please! Harder! I'm such a cheating cunt, I don't deserve you."

Whether Bob knew it or not, she was telling him about the two of us, slutty Lisa, the slut wife and me—more confession from the penitent, slut wife.

Then it happened, she peaked.

She screamed, "Fuck, I'm coming!"

Bob hit her again. She screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm coming again!"

Again and again, just like in her fantasy tale, she came each time Bob hit her, and always with a mixed look of surprise and lust donning her face.

Before too long, Bob couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing her hard at the hips, her lifted her hind end and slammed his cock hard into her pussy. I backed away from them at that time, allowing the two lovers to have fun on their own.

He fucked her with fury and lust, and Lisa continued to have one shattering orgasm after the other. They ended their fantasy act as Bob collapsed on top of her, having found his own release. Both lay prostrate in the middle of the circle, panting heavily.

Cheering erupted all around as the curtain came down on the first of many plays.

Sitting back on the lounger next to Karen, she asked, excitedly, "What in the hell was that?"

"Absolution, even if Bob doesn't know it." She wasn't sure what I meant, but before she could ask, I kissed her, saying, "You did good, my love, my mistress Queen. I didn't think this fantasy game of yours would be all that interesting beyond the storytelling, but it is. Well done."

She didn't respond verbally, only blushed. Then a look of pride crossed her face.

*******

Seeing that Bob and Lisa had finally left the middle of the circle, and hearing that the excited chatter from the guests was beginning to die down, Karen said, "Okay Holly, come into the circle and tell us your deepest fantasy."

Like Lisa before her, Holly was hesitant to reveal too much of herself. She hemmed and hawed, her face turning a bright red as she looked down at the floor in silence.

"Come on, Holly," Karen prodded.

Finally getting up her nerve, Holly responded, "I've got this rape fantasy..."

Everyone was shocked, and literally gasped hearing this confession, none more than Raven.

"Holly!" Raven blurted.

Holly quickly explained herself, "It's not like I want to be yanked from the car and force fucked by some ape. It's more like I'm coerced into it through bad circumstances and I'm reluctant...at least at first."

"What do you mean by, 'bad circumstances?'" Karen asks.

"Well, like sometimes I'm coming up short of money at the end of the month, so I steal some from work just so I can get some food or weed. But my boss finds out, and says I have to fuck him or he'll call the cops, that sort of thing. Now that I'm shacking up with Raven, I have this fantasy that two guys break into our apartment while we're going down on each other, and they kind of force us to have sex with them. At first, we don't like it and we fight back, but the two guys are really cute and they're really good, so we end up loving it, and end up in this really hot four-way."

I looked at Karen in disbelief, and silently mouth, 'Rape fantasy?'

"Hey, don't look at me, you invited her," she responds, slightly annoyed.

I turn back to Holly, "I don't know Holly, a rape fantasy?"

Holly winced at my remark, and then whined, "I made a bad choice of words. It's not really a 'rape' fantasy. It's more like a reluctance or resistance fantasy. Please! Now that you made me spill my guts about it in front of people, I want to feel what it's really like."

I ask, "Just how rough do these guys get in your fantasy?"

"Well they don't stick a shiv in us, or strangle us, but they kinda...sorta...slap us around and stuff. Kinda like what Bob just did to Lisa. Mostly slapping us on the ass and legs, but also in... in the face a few times while calling us a couple of 'lesbo cunts.' They clamp their hands over our mouths so we can't scream. Then they grab us hard and hold us down and start doing stuff, and we're struggling..."

"Okay, okay, I get it," I interrupted, not wanting to hear the whole scenario played out again.

Karen asks me, "What do you think?"

"I think it's a no-go for a lot of reasons. Mostly because it would be easier for us to find a virgin sitting among us than anyone reluctant for sex right now. I just don't see how it could work the way she wants it."

"I'm sorry, Holly," Karen said, "Given the circumstances of the evening, we really can't fulfill your fantasy exactly as you want. We can try something else if you like."

At first, Holly looked disappointed at the news, but her mood brightened quickly as she thought some more, and finally said, "I wouldn't mind doing that four-way from my ra...from my reluctance fantasy."

Karen and I smiled in relief, now that Holly's expectations were less violent and disconcerting. I asked, "Who would you like to join you in the middle of the circle."

"Raven, of course." Holly answered, quickly.

"Raven, join Holly in the circle."

Raven sat next to Holly, mumbling, "I can't believe you put me in the middle of your rape fantasies."

"I'm sorry," Holly said, "But now that I'm living with you, I don't get a lot of chances to be with guys, and you don't like any of my guy friends..."

"Because they're all dipshits, and what the fuck does that have to do with anything?"

"Because I like guys, even if you don't," Holly snapped back, "So I fantasized you're kind of forced into fucking one or two and get to like it, and them.

Raven looked at Holly, incredulously, "You like them so much you fantasize about them raping us? I got news for you, me getting raped isn't going to make me like guys any better."