B J Jones the Story of My LifeChapter 362
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It was becoming the new, ‘new normal.’ I keep forgetting that for each new day there’s a new benchmark standard set and another shifting of reality. I imagine tomorrow will be the new, ‘new, new normal’—if such a thing is possible, the phrase sounding ridiculous as it does.
‘Cunt’—I had called her that last night, among other things. Cunt was a word that usually sent Karen into a full-blown rage, where her head splits open and flames shoot out her eye sockets and ass. Calling her a cunt was like waving a red flag in front of an angry bull. Once either comes out, slur or flag, it’s too late for restitution, neither can be retracted—just kiss your ass goodbye. I had never called her that before, not even during our most heated arguments. I was always too much a gentleman, at least until lately, and that was the problem.
Early in our marriage, during one Christmas-time visit with her family, I saw first-hand exactly what that word did to Karen’s demeanor. Karen’s youngest sister by three years, Dawn, made the mistake of calling her a ‘cunt’ to her face during one of their many squabbles. The results were swift and terrible. If only society could dole out justice in such a harsh and timely manner, it would be a far more polite and safer world. No sooner had the word escape Dawn’s lips then Karen slapped her hard across the face. The blow was so forceful that I swore I heard Dawn’s teeth rattle in her skull. Before Dawn could react, Karen grabbed her by the shirt collar, and screamed, ‘Don’t you ever call me that again, you bitch.’ She accentuated the verbal force of the words, ‘Don’t’, ‘ever’, ‘that’, and ‘bitch’ by smacking her across the face with each syllable uttered. On the last word, Karen slapped so hard, her sister fell to the floor. It didn’t end there. Once Dawn was down, Karen went to one knee and smacked her again for good measure and to make sure she never forgot. Dawn didn’t, and it’s been sixteen years since we’ve seen or heard from her sister.
Nope, after I saw that object lesson, I made sure never to even think the word in her presence, let alone say it aloud. So, you can see, if I had called Karen a cunt at any other time in our marriage, I would have needed surgery to remove her foot from my ass. Last night, however, it made her soaking with arousal. If there were a single thing that best described the changes imparted by the elixir in us, it was that fact, alone.
It was as if Karen were a different person, changing on the inside. I was changing too, as exemplified by my treatment of Cope from the other night.
Never in a million years would I have done something so cruel, so malicious to another human being, no matter how much I disliked them. Now, those thoughts were becoming commonplace. Worse, I was starting to act on some of those thoughts. Mostly, they were benignly manifested through my increasing acts of sexual decadence, such as the acts of last night with Karen and Denise.
However, how long before I start to expand those erotic, yet depraved designs outside the bedroom, or outside my little conclave of fuck bunnies? How long before I start doing to others what I had done to Cope, out of spite. It’s becoming more difficult for me to control those thoughts and actions. Of course, it doesn’t help my control that the women in my life want, and even need me that way, and are aroused in the extreme by my depravity and lasciviousness. I had never seen women more aroused then Karen and Denise as I sexually humiliated them, and the more humiliation I heaped onto their heads, the more aroused they became. However, and most importantly, all these things were occurring between and within us even when we were not under the direct influence of the elixir.
That’s what has me worried. That’s what has me lying awake, thinking, night after night: what was the elixir doing to us? And not slowly and haphazardly, it would seem, but rapidly and inexorably.
Like most things in life, the elixir was providing the bitter with the sweet. It gave the sweetness of unbridled sexual pleasures, lust and sexual power, the degree, depth and intensity of which most people could not even fathom. In exchange for what—a damaged spirit, perhaps, or at least a sickened one.
Like the duality of the elixir, I loved it but hated it as well. The reason for love was obvious. The hate sprang from my uncertainty relative to its effects, what I had noted already as ‘peculiar’ side effects not told to me by Beetlesmith. I ran all the peculiarities I’ve experienced in the past couple of weeks in my mind, and still come up with no rational answers to explain them. Night after night, I check off all those peculiars, and tops on the list were our performances from last night. The elixir produces a near superhuman quality in regards to sexual stamina, but I hadn’t taken the elixir last night. Yet, I performed as if I had, all of us did.
The second peculiar on the list was the ‘clairvoyant’ episode of Denise and Karen’s cum swapping. I still hadn’t convinced myself that it was coincidence.
A close third was the Cope incident. I told him to suck my cock and he did. He wasn’t under the influence of the elixir like the others, so how could I have swayed him in committing the act? One after the other I would check them off, right down to the apparent significance of an insignificant, spinning knife. You see, I knew beforehand to whom it would point. I wanted it to be Karen, and it did.
For each of these peculiarities, I had no answer. None of this fits with what Beetlesmith had described, and that worried me. I could rationalize it away, of course, but rationalization was the last refuge of a fool—someone who wishes to remain blind to the dangerous curves that may lie ahead. Was that me? Was I speeding down a dark, twisting mountain road with my headlights turned off, hoping that that black crag in front was really a tunnel, and not a wall? That was my worry. ‘Cunt!’ I liked calling her that—I truly did. That word so aptly described what she was last night, and she dripped with arousal each time I slung it at her. I saw her eyes glow in deep, uncontrolled desire for me to call her a cunt, before sticking my cock into her mouth, ass, or pussy.
‘Cunt!’ That simple vulgarism rang in my head as a mental itch reminding me of what we were becoming. It filled me with desire. It filled me with loathing.
As I ended my thoughts this night, I resolved myself to accept the damage that has already been done, whatever that might be, but I ‘would’ discontinue the elixir’s use for now. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the sex, but hated what I was becoming. Desire and loathing, they were becoming the same. It all had to stop… I heard Karen laugh. I turned and saw she was still asleep. She continued to murmur words of her dreams aloud, mostly indistinguishable. I wondered what she was dreaming. She raised her arm, and began moving it back and forth while laughing again, almost seductively. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was doing in her dream, stroking a lover’s cock perhaps, hopefully mine.
That was another problem with the elixir—the dreams. Mine were starting to change. I was no longer an integral part of them, but a passive observer watching from the shadows of the cavernous room:
Karen and Gloria were still in their chairs, but unbound, while four gnome-like creatures scurried about. They looked like diminutive versions of Beetlesmith, small and pudgy, and their cocks were overtly disproportioned, very thick for their length, and so very hard. They would only attend to Gloria, however, leaving Karen alone as if fearful of her touch.
At first, they would climb over Gloria, rubbing their hard dicks all around her body with abandon. Eventually, one of the little creatures would latch onto her head and begin fucking her mouth with that obscenely thick cock of his, while two of them would sit in her lap, one on each thigh while she jerked them off. The fourth gnome would stand bet
ween her legs, sliding his chubby arm in and out of her cunt all the way up to his shoulder.
The vision was all so much like a Robert Crumb comic book—Gloria meets the Snoids from Sheboygan—that I was tempted to laugh at the scene.
Karen watched the gnome orgy from her chair in absolute arousal. She literally dripped wetness as a leaky faucet. Yet, she never touched herself or even moved. She just sat rigid in the chair, watching, loudly moaning and panting, while her wetness continued to form a large puddle on the floor below.
When the gnomes shot their wads, the veiled figure would finally make his grand entrance. What happened next was the same as my previous dream, complete with Gloria’s screams of delight as he slid into her…
I looked over at Karen again. She was still mouthing something in her dreams, but her arms had stopped moving. I wondered what her dreams consisted of, was she a ‘cunt’ in there, as well? It was my last thought before I finally drifted off to sleep.
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We all woke around seven, and quite horny. I proceeded to give Karen and Denise a ‘patented’ Karen ‘twofer,’ at Karen’s insistence, of course. After which, the three of us laid around in bed most of the early morning. We mainly talked nonsense, enjoying each other’s company on a lazy Sunday. Around eleven, Karen and Denise got up and made us all breakfast. I found it more than a little erotic that the two of them shuffled about the kitchen, fixing eggs and toast with nothing on.
‘Keep ’em in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant,’ my grandfather used to say—how about I keep them in the kitchen naked and satisfied, instead, gramps? It’s working for me.
The erotic display of my two nymphs aside, I wish they hadn’t gone to all that trouble fixing a big meal. Besides my insomnia, I had very little appetite of late. The two must have been famished, though, because they wolfed down the meal in no time, while I just had coffee and a piece of toast. As with fixing breakfast, both of them ate in the nude. This gave me no end in delight, particularly when Denise licked off a large drop of egg yolk that had inadvertently fallen on her breast. I was hoping another drop would fall so that I could clean it for her, but, alas, she ate more carefully thereafter.
‘If you’re going to continue cooking for us in the buff, remind me to get you both a couple of French maid’s outfits, without the matching panties, of course.’
Karen looked down at herself, and laughed, ‘I guess we should put something on.’
Denise looked at the clock in the kitchen, and said, ‘I should be going, anyway. I want to be home before Jack.’
On her way out the door, she kissed Karen long and hard, then said, ‘Thank you,’ to her again. They stared into each other’s eyes, passing sequestered information back and forth that I couldn’t read. Finally, they both smiled to each other before Denise kissed Karen’s forehead and sighed.
She kissed me with equal passion, laying hands on my groin and moving them seductively to my ass. Then peering at me with those big, blue eyes, asked, ‘Are we still on for next Saturday?’
‘Only if you wear nothing but a raincoat. I’ll be very disappointed if you wear anything more.’
‘What if I don’t have a raincoat,’ she said, slyly. Her face was lit up by her elfish smile. She didn’t bother to cover the creases that formed along her cheeks, which made me happy.
‘I guess you’ll just have to come naked,’ I answered.
‘Hmm, we’ll see,’ she said, laughingly, as she skipped out the door.
For the rest of the afternoon, I thought it would be a good idea if Karen and I got out of the house, and suggested we go to the local coffee shop.
Karen was digging through her closet looking for something to wear, when I noticed her figure, ‘Holy shit, babe, you’ve really lost weight.’
I knew we were both losing weight over the past couple of weeks, but I hadn’t realized how much until now. She smiled at my compliment, but said with a hint of sarcasm, ‘It’s about time you noticed.’
‘When did this start happening? You go on a diet or something?’
‘No, I just haven’t been hungry lately, that is until this morning.’ She started to giggle, ‘I guess over the past couple of weeks, with my low appetite and all that fucking we’ve been doing, the pounds have really melted off, but it sucks.’
‘Sucks, what the hell do you mean, sucks?’
‘Oh, it doesn’t suck, suck. It’s just that I’ve dropped so much weight none of my clothes fit me. Everything I put on makes me look like a frumpy, old, bag lady.’
‘I guess after coffee, we’re going to have to buy you some new clothes.’
She looked at me, stunned, before running up and throwing herself onto me. In one smooth motion she straddled my waist, locking her legs behind me. Kissing me hard, she said, ‘You mean it. How many new clothes? And shoes, can I get new shoes?’
‘As many as you need.’
‘Can you help me pick them out?’
It wasn’t an odd question. Karen knew I liked shopping with her about as much as I liked watching paint dry, and I always tried to get out of the duty whenever she went to the stores. Unfortunately for me, she wanted me there when she bought things, and was always disappointed when I cut her loose in the mall. I think it turned her on a little when she modeled things for me. I called it her ‘Neiman Marcus school of foreplay.’
‘I think I can spare the time.’
With her arms and legs, she pulled into me hard, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. Rubbing her groin against my cock, she had it rock hard in no time. I pushed us up against her closet door for support as I fished a hand between us, trying to slide her panties to one side. There was a loud rip.
‘Oops,’ I laughed, ‘Looks like one of our stops will be to Victoria’s Secret.’
‘Oh, don’t forget the French maid outfit. When I’m wearing it, you can check my temperature with that fat cock as I bend over the stove.’
I teased, ‘Orally or rectally?’
‘How about both,’ she said, not missing a beat. Latching back onto my tongue, she sucked on it as if she were sucking on my member.
‘Versatility’ being her middle name, Karen reached down for my cock to help guide me in, while still sucking on my tongue.
‘Oh, put that big, fat cock into me,’ she whimpered, breathlessly. Her ‘me’ came out like a loud squeal as I slid into her.
She grunted loudly as I pushed all the way in. A wide-eyed expression of surprised bliss covered her face, as the rounded ‘O’ of her lips morphed into an opened-mouth grin. The euphoria began washing over her, unabated.
I slammed into her hard, banging her into the closet door repeatedly. Jesus, she was into it. Whether it was her back or the back of her head banging into the door, she just kept saying, ‘Fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me hard. Oh, fuck me hard with that fat cock!’
Toward the end of our fuck-session, she leaned her head against the door. Roughly squeezing her breasts, she moaned, ‘Oh, that’s how I want it, baby. Harder…Fuck me…’ Again her last ‘me’ trailed away into a squeal of delight as I felt her legs loosening their grip around me.
‘That was quick,’ I said, laughingly.
‘Oh, my god,’ she said, breathless, ‘We should always do it standing up.’
‘Remind me to take you shopping more often.’
‘If you think it’s fun now, wait until we get back.’
Sliding down to her knees, she took a firm hold at the base of my cock and playfully waved it in front of her face, saying, ‘Was I too quick for baby? Didn’t baby get to come yet? Momma was a naughty slut coming so quick.’
She devoured my cock in one, quick lunge, and began working her head back and forth as if it were attached to a piston rod running at red line. After plying her mouth like a mechanical suction pump, she pulled back to hand stroke me with equally intense fervor, slathering large gobs of her saliva ev
erywhere along my cock. Spitting more saliva onto it, she added those words that were magic to my ears, ‘God, I can’t get enough of your cock.’ Then back into her mouth she threw me, sucking as fast and as forcefully as humanly possible.
I felt my knees buckling, and leaned my head against the closet door to garner some measure of support. She pulled me out again. Spitting more saliva onto my cock, she stroked it until the head swelled far beyond normal, causing it to glow purple and scarlet against the pale color of her cheeks.
‘Fuck my mouth,’ she barked, ‘Fuck my mouth like you fucked my cunt!’
Her words ignited my soul. I grabbed her by the temples and thrust into her, banging her head against the door. I jammed it all the way in making her gag. She pushed back on me as she coughed great rending gasps, throwing spit in all directions. Choking back more of her saliva, she barked again with strange bravado, ‘Is that all you got. Fuck my face with that fat cock!’
We were both in full slut mode, and I gave my bitch, cunt of a wife exactly what she wanted, and I didn’t give a fuck if she choked on it or not, ‘You want it, cunt? Then take it,’ I rasped. Shoving back into her mouth, I grabbed a hunk of her hair and pulled her head forcefully against my stomach.
She took it all this time without gagging. I repeatedly thrust into her mouth hard and fast. Her cheeks, sunken in to the extreme, buckled at the intense suction she was exerting all around me. I continually slammed her head against the door, but I hardly heard the ‘thumps’ over her loud, forced breathing as she sucked as much air as she could through her nostrils, all the while maintaining a tight seal with her lips.
‘Here it comes, you slutty cunt!’
She pushed me back again. Looking down into her eyes, I saw two obsidian-like orbs staring back at me. She laughed, almost fiendishly, while yelling, ‘Jerk that cum over my face. I want to bathe in it! I love it when you treat me like a slutty cunt!’
I had never known myself to come so fast, so furious, and with so much volume before. Great and heavy cords of cum blasted out of me, plastering everywhere about her face. She moaned excitedly each time another jet found its mark, and they did, often. I covered those black orbs first, then continued to lay a thick coat that covered most of her face from her eyes down to her lips. When I finished, cum dripped thickly off her and onto her chest. She took hold of my cock, and scooped up large gobs of cum that had already started to congeal from her face. She put my semen laden member in her mouth and repeatedly sucked the cum off me, and continued to do this until little was left on her face. I sighed heavily, and intoned, ‘Definitely remind me to take you shopping more.’
‘Oh baby, this is nothing. Just wait until we get back.’
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The coffee shop was packed, even for a Sunday. We were standing in line four customers deep, but we didn’t mind.
Karen, in her search for something to wear, found an old pair of jeans tucked back in one of her drawers. She hadn’t worn them since we were first married, but she slid into them easily. Donning a red, latex ballet top, she covered herself in one of my old jean jackets that was three sizes too big for her. Standing in front of me in the bedroom, she asked, ‘How do I look?’
It took all my strength of will not to rip all her clothes off and fuck her brains out, again. ‘You look absolutely beautiful,’ I said, finally.
Now, standing in line, she clutched strongly at my arm. The glow of a woman who had just been fucked well emanated off her face for all to see. All of the men sitting around the café noticed her, and knew she had been satisfied. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, seeing the jealous looks on the men, and even on some of the women, as they stared at Karen beaming the great fuck and suck we had given to each other. The most beautiful woman in the place stood tightly by my side and I had satisfied her, and it killed them all with envy. More importantly, she would look at no other, except to me. She whispered nonsensical things interspersed with sexual innuendo into my ear while biting my earlobe. When I’d whisper what I would do to her when we got back home, she would seductively bump her hip into mine. We were twenty again, carefree, and absorbed in nothing but ourselves.
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