Little Theater of Sin! Ch. 04

It was about 11 at night, I was in Dr Rosa's botanica. Outside it was a typical Southwestern summer day, hot as hell. It had been dark for three hours and the sidewalks were still radiating the heat absorbed from the day's basking in the light of a sun that would love to kill you, if it had the chance. It's so hot that we don't complain about it to each other. What would be the point? Yeah it's hot, no shit. Now shut up and get back to work. This heat is one of the reasons I lean towards indoor work. I'm an actor, so most of my time is spent in cool, dark rooms. But lately I'd been having a much hotter time, having been caught up in a pervert's successful poisoning of an entire community of women with a drug that acted like Spanish Fly. However, this drug only made you horny around with other people who had also taken the drug. And the guy who poisoned them was the only guy who could satisfy them. And he died. I found out about it all, and with the help of my chemist friend, Dr Rosa Benavides, we worked out a way to bring all the women off the drug without the crippling withdrawal symptoms. And that way could only be through my penis.

BUM BUM BUMMMMM!

(See Chapters 1, 2 and 3 of Little Theater of Sin! for more Backstory and fucking)

Oh, we're still in Dr Rosa's Botanica. Remember?

"Getting bigger? Are you sure?" Dr Rosa was looking at me askance while crushing with some herbs in a stone mortar.

"I swear to God Rosa, it's looking bigger to me! And you've known me long enough, why would I just bring that up to you if I didn't think it was true? You know I'm not trying to get you into bed. No offense."

"No, you've got more than enough to keep you busy, even if we were into each other in that way. Which we ain't. So, pop it out, let's get a measurement and keep track."

"What? Oh, Um... yeah, yeah I guess that's what we should do. Okay, uh, well..."

I was surprised by the sudden request of this sort, especially when requested from an old friend. Rosa saw my hesitation, and went to her shelves of drugs, herbs and compounds and from behind several large jars she brought out a small metal container with a very modern looking lid. When she brought it over, I saw that the container had a digital keypad that kept it locked. Rosa covered the pad so I couldn't see it, keyed in about twelve numbers and then opened the container. Inside was another container which she opened and held out near my face.

"Breathe this in.", she said. I did so, and the deep scent of a nearly inexplicable mix of cumin, lavender, damp earth, cinnamon, tumeric and pussy flooded my nostrils and then my mind.

"Oh fucking hell!", I yelped as I doubled over in shock and some pain as my dick hardened faster than it had ever done before. I could almost feel the blood pouring into it, and it didn't feel good at all!

"Oh, shit! Paul, are you okay? I didn't think it would be so intense!". Rosa covered the jar and put it back into it's container and locked it away.

I could only half-hear her words through the growing fog of desire, lust and passion that was blasting through my mind. "That... that was the Spice?" I asked her from my knees.

Rosa knelt down next to me and tried to help me back to my feet. "Yes, it's one of the compounds I've been working on. We knew the olfactory senses were important for transmission... Jesus, I didn't think it would be so.... are you okay?"

Her hand touched my bare arm and it felt like her fingers were kissing my skin with sweet electric pulses. I hissed aloud. "Oh Jesus Rosa, you'd better let me stand up by myself. I can't think right... damn.. your hands... Goodgoddammn, I'm so turned on!"

"Huh? Oh... Oh! Uh yeah..." She almost jumped away from me. I took several deep breaths and stood shakily, and then undid my pants. " I assume you wanted me to.. present... as I would whilst under the influence." I was struggling to stay serious, as I pulled my rock hard dick out of my pants. "Let us not waste.. your efforts." My pants hit the floor as my dick sprang up out of my shorts like a diving board.

Rosa blinked and staggered back a step. "Whoa. Okay. Wow. Um, I'm going to measure you now. Are you okay with that?"

"Just hurry."

"Close your eyes, and just listen to my voice. I'll treat this like a sponge bath. Alright? So what were your measurements before?"

"i was just under 8 inches."

"Great, that's just great. And we're doing good." I felt a small touch along my shaft, and twitched. "Do you know how thick?"

"No. But thick enough that my lovers said it was thick."

"Your lovers? Orale, when did you start talking like my abuelo? No kidding, a guy your age shouldn't be sounding like a 1940's movie."

"I like 1940's movies."

"And, we're All done. Please pull up your pants and put that thing away before you knock over my graduated cylinders." As I re-robed ( we disrobe, why not re-robe?) she gave me the news. My penis was now longer than 8 inches, and thicker than average. We would have to keep checking, once a week, Rosa said, but there were no immediate health concerns.

"If it continues, there might be, but only if other organs are also being affected. And if your penis is being affected, then the other parts of your body might be as well."

"Am I.. turning into a superhero?"

"What? Shut up. This ain't the comics, Paul. If your heart or lungs grow even a little bit it might kill you."

"What!!?"

"Relax. I don't think that's happening. The only person who suffered any other adverse effects from the Spice was Morgan himself, and my pal at the morgue told me he had heart disease like a mother fucker. No one has died recently at the theater, right?"

".. mmm, no."

"So. We'll keep our eyes open. And you just keep on truckin'."

"Yeah sure. No problem. Thanks for getting me super horny out of nowhere."

"Oh, please, like you got nowhere you can put that thing. Call one of your Backstage beauties. Someone's home this time of night."

I grunted my response. "So are their husbands and kids."

"Poor guy. Go and walk around. You'll be back to normal in a little bit. Be careful, and begone. I have to make some notes and get home."

I grunted an annoyed goodbye and left the botanica. I got in my car and drove with the window down, which helped a bit. The coolness of the night was still fighting the lingering heat rising from the streets so that the air swirled between zephyrs of cool relief and warm dankness. It was bizarre to feel on your face, but it helped clear my head. I was still planning on going to the theater to troll for one of the ladies who were on the Spice, but I had to stop at the grocery store to get a few basic supplies.

The shock of a store-full of fluorescent lighting upon my eyes sobered me a bit from my super horny state of mind. The near emptiness of the aisles helped as well. I started to relax as I filled my basket, taking my time going up and down each lane. I was almost done and looking for chopped okra in the frozen food section when I suddenly started to get an erection. The hell? It wasn't as quick to come as it was back at the botanica, but something was up, as I knew there was no way frozen okra was a turn-on. The horniness I had experienced back at Dr Rosa's began to re-enter my body, my mind, my entire being.

"Aw fuck...", I said aloud as I took several deep breathes to clear my head, but it didn't help. Wait a minute... there must be someone... I turned around, looking for the cause if there was one, but there was only one other person in the entire frozen food section. They were facing away from me, but I saw that they too were scanning the area, turning about, looking for something. Then they turned fully toward me and our eyes met.

It was Helen Gregory, the secretary of Morgan Morgan's Neighborhood Backyard Theater, and the first person I knew to be hooked on the Spice. I hadn't seen her since before Morgan's death, and now I was looking right at her. The last time I saw her she was giving Mr Morgan a blowjob and begging to be fucked.

She was wearing old loose jeans and a button-up blouse which was untucked. Her hair was in rollers and covered under a sheer red scarf. She had just basic makeup on, and her usual huge glasses were covering a lot of her face. She took off her glasses and peered at me from across the aisle. Despite her extremely unkempt appearance, I had never wanted to make love to a person more in my entire life. My eyes got wide, and I swear I felt my pupils dilate. I walked toward her, forcing myself to take small steps and not to spring over to her in one manly bound.

"Are you Paul? Paul from the theater?" She had a weird, half-scared tone to her voice.

"I am, Mrs Gregory. I haven't seen you there in a while. How are you doing?" I barely recognized my own voice, it came from somewhere deep in my throat. My eyes were boring into hers, and her brown eyes were as wide as mine and they did not flinch one bit.

She started to give the expected and polite answer but stopped, "Oh, I've been... fine... and..." She stared at me harder, shifting from foot to foot. Her eyes glanced down at my crotch, and I could tell she was able to notice my erection. She licked her lips, using only the tiniest bit of her tongue which made me helplessly groan aloud and I was barely able to stop my hand from tugging at my hard dick like a schmuck. She saw me react, but she still didn't know what to say. We both just stood there, being desperately horny in front of each other as fifty-six different kinds of frozen food lay around us, saying nothing to us and caring nothing about us.

I broke the silence. "Mrs Gregory, I am on the Spice. I know all about Mr Morgan and what he did."
 Her eyes narrowed and she backed away a step or two, looking around to see if anyone else was there.

I assured the best I could. "And no, I'm not going to tell anyone! And I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do! Well, other than what you Have to do, what WE have to do, because of... because of the Spice." I remembered the sight of Mrs Gregory blowing Morgan's dick, her chunky MILF ass high in the air, her mouth and tongue..."Oh shit...", I murmured as the thought became almost too much. I could feel her eyes on me, noticing how helplessly turned on I was, how I was trying to fight it.

She stopped backing away.

I continued. "Okay, look, I have a friend who knows all bout chemicals and drugs. And she's been able to..."

"Wait a minute!", Mrs Gregory interrupted. She came in close to me, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. I was kissing her back instantly, and both of our hands began to grab and pull and touch all they could. Her lips were amazing! And then her tongue, that amazing tongue I had first seen wrapped around Mr Morgan's dick began to dance in my mouth. She kissed me hard, almost sucking at my face, and then broke away. Her eyes were half closed, and she was breathing hard.

"Okay. You have the Spice in you. I can taste it on your your tongue."

"You, you can taste that?"

"In a way. I was the second person Morgan gave that stuff to. He had me on it for a long time."

"It must be hard for you to..."

"Do you have a car?"

"Uh yes, I do." She was still very close to me, her fingers were playing with the buttons on my shirt.

"Is it here?"

"Yes it.."

"Can you please take me there? Now." Her hard tone made it clear she wasn't asking as much as demanding. And thank God she did, because I was about to bend her over the ground beef and take her right there if we didn't leave.

"Only if can fuck you when we get there."

She nodded hard.

I nodded toward the cart. "Do we need to pay for your..."

"Screw them. Let's go."

I threw my basket into her cart and we walked briskly to the front, out the door and to my car. After we got in, she told me to go to the parking lot at the Theater, it was deserted this time of night, and no security guard. Who would rob a small time theater, anyway? As I pulled out of the parking lot, Mrs Gregory started to undo my pants. Her fingers were frantic, so I helped and pulled my cock out for her. Without another word, she lunged into my lap and shoved my dick deep into her hot mouth. She didn't bob up and down on it, she sucked, literally sucked on it like it was a fucking tittie and she was a hungry baby. She started grunting as she sucked, her curler-filled hair barely moving as it stayed fastened to my dick, and holy Jesus, thank God she did! I was desperate for the same fix she was, I needed that mouth to swallow my dick, to give me that precious contact that would calm me and then fill me with pleasure.

Mrs Gregory's grunts began to morph into a pleasant cooing noise, and her ass started to sway back and forth as she lay across the front seat of the car. I reached over with my free hand and began to caress her delightfully chubby ass, squeezing it and pinching it, making Mrs Gregory moan and squeal around my cock, which somehow had never left her mouth.

I had forgotten about her tongue, that amazingly large tongue that I had first seen in Mr Morgan's office. This whole time she had just been sucking me off to feel my dick, to get a dose, and there was no need for anything else, but now that she had relaxed a bit, she come up off of me and gave me a warning.

"Ok, hold on Paul, be careful and don't wreck the car. I'm going to do something.", she said in a sweet little voice.

"Ok.", I gulped out nervously.

When she lowered her head back down, her tongue went first, and it swirled around the head of my cock, and then kept swirling all the way down my shaft, and then up again, and down.

If she hadn't warned me, I would have crashed the car. As it was, I still freaked a bit.

"OHHHHHHH Jesus that feels so fucking gooooooddd!" She kept on using her tongue like a chamois, polishing my long shaft and sucking on the tip with her lips. It was vicious and diabolical! Her actions felt so intense that it thought it was going to cum, but they way she was doing it was keeping me from a full on orgasm. It was masterful, and I will never let her do that to me while driving again!

When we finally pulled into the parking lot a the theater, we didn't say a single word to each other as we both scrambled into the back seat and shut the doors behind us. We were tearing off our pants, and grabbing for each other, clawing away for skin and hair, almost feral. As soon as I got her panties to her ankles I took my cock in hand and guided it to her pussy, where her own hand took over. As she pulled me in I shoved my cock as deep as I could with all the weight of my body, making the car list to the right and making Mrs Gregory scream in pleasure.

We fucked like beasts, like pornstars, we even fucked like Literotica Editors! Our passion kept the car shaking and shimmying as I pounded my cock in and out of Mrs Gregory's wet pussy. She took my shirt all the way off for me as I kept up my relentless assault on her cunt. Her hands wandered over my chest and stomach and then to my hips. I used my foot to get her jeans all the way off of one of her legs, and then she wrapped both legs around me, trapping me right where I wanted to be. I leaned down and started driving my hips into her, pressing my entire body on top of her. Her arms enclosed themselves around me, her hands gripping my back, encouraging me to grind my thick cock deeper and farther into her. My lips were right next to her ear, and I told her with a soft growl. "I'm going to cum in you, and then I'm going to keep on using you."

She gasped. "Oh yes, please please please! Cum inside me! Oh, sweet Jesus, I'll do anything, anything for you, Please! Paul, give it to me!" She was begging, writhing under my pounding, I reared up and with a furious volley of rabbit strokes came like a steam train, making both of us holler aloud and cling to each other tightly, our genitals fused into one organ, one presence.

After a couple minutes, my cock had softened a bit, but not much, we both flinched from the loss as I pulled out of her. I looked down on this just hard fucked housewife in curlers and glasses, her bra still on, her wide hips beckoning to me.

"Get dressed, and come with me into the theater."

"I will Paul, for I made a promise to you.", she had a serious but somewhat staged tone of voice. "I think you liked making love to me."

"I did. I want more of it."

She bit her lower lip, like a sexy Marilyn Monroe.

"And don't worry, I'm not going to hold you to that promise, Mrs Gregory."

"Call me Cheryl, please."

"You are on a drug. We both are. And it's not fair for me to take advantage of you like that."

"Actually Paul, I would like you to hold me to that promise."

".... Really?"

"Really." Her hands had slipped down to my cock, and were caressing it into a full state of hardness.

"I'll need you to explain that a little... ng... that feels good... if you would."

She sighed a little sigh. "I really like turning you on. Making you so hot and bothered."

"Morgan didn't get that way?"

"I think he got bored of me. I was just the second one he poisoned. By the time he died he had so many options, that I became more of a chore for him, I think." Her hands were now both working my cock like a churn.

"Except for your... um.."

She sighed again, but a harder sigh of exasperation. "Yes, my tongue. My super long tongue. Damn that thing."

"Are you kidding!? It's amazing, a wonder!"

"And once people know about it, you can never forget it. Ever. All the kids in school teased me when they found out. And in college, as a joke I got drunk at a party and just stuck it out once, and from then on that's all I was to those people. Ever. Oh, I hope I'm not making you sad? Your penis still seems to be hard."

"No, I'm glad you told me."

"So... what are you going to make me do?", Cheryl asked in a sexy voice, bringing us back to the issue at hand.

"I'm going to take you inside the theater and have my way with you. I need to look at you naked, I want to watch you move in front of me... I want to make you cum all over my face...."

"Mmmmm... ok. Oh, and I know what all I was saying about my tongue, but just so you know I'm okay with it...", she then slowly stuck her tongue out, bit by bit, and revealed the majestic beast in all it's glory. She curved it downwards so that it went down past her chin and then she curled it upwards so that it not only touched, but went half way up her nose. My cock tightened up in her hands and she laughed.

"Just keep it to yourself. Please?" she said, giving my cock a little squeeze.

"You got it. So, shall we?"

"Yes, Please and thank you!"

We got our clothes on and hustled out the car and up to the Theater. Once inside, we locked the door behind us and started to make out way as fast as we could to the green room, where a soft couch was awaiting the arrival of Cheryl's ass being pounded into it! We were giggling and laughing, play chasing each other until we passed the small room that functioned as the Theater's break room and kitchen.

"Cheryl? Is that you?"

We froze where we were, which was past the door and so just out of sight of whoever had called out Cheryl's name. We couldn't pretend we hadn't scampered past, so I sucked up some bluster and poked my head and shoulders around the corner, intending to play it off as a quick-errand-gotta-run-for-the-theater or some shit, depending on who was in there. But who was there was Mrs Finnias, the blonde big- titted Midwestern woman and two other women I barely recognized. Weirdly enough, they also had their hair in rollers. One was a petite white woman with Russian features, the other was a zoftig Latina, with thick lips and a deep caramel colored skin. They were both middle-aged, but inscrutable so. They both looked startled to see me, as I was to see them, and they attempted to fix their hair and adjust their clothes. As they did, it drew my eyes to the fact they were dressed like Cheryl was; the darker skinned woman had a basic t-shirt and there was a sweat shirt for the petite white woman, and practically no make-up. The clever greeting I had prepared stuck in my throat. Mrs Finnias was quick to fill the silence.

"Oh yeah there, if that ain't the Devil being spoken of, I don't know what is, right? Hey there Paul! Whatchya doing this time of night?", her eyes were dancing with merriment: a thing I had read about in Charles Dickens' novels, but never seen in real life.

"Uhhh... one could ask you the same, Mrs Finnias."

"Yeah, you sure could there, couldn't ya? Is that Cheryl Gregson with you?"

I ignored the question. "So, who are your friends? I think we may have met...?

"Oh, this is Candace Blotowski and Miranda Garcia. They work with our education outreach program. They don't come by very often."

"Oh sure... sure... hey there, good to see you again. I didn't know there was a rehearsal or meeting tonight."

"There wasn't, we were just gathering to...", Mrs Finnias was struggling for an answer, and she looked to the other two woman who just looked right back at her, equally consternated.

As they consternated with each other, I could feel my blood stirring, and my cock which was already hard, gave a little twitch. Now I knew Mrs Finnias was on the Spice, so the fact I was getting extra turned on just by breathing the air of the room was more than likely due to... her? Or was it? Coins started to drop in my head. Late night... restless woman... associated with Morgan... talking with Mrs Finnias whose perfect 42D tits I ogled while she swallowed my cock (CHP 1)... I looked closer at Candace and Miranda. They didn't look uncomfortable about being caught in curlers. They seemed agitated, and they were brazenly looking me up and down.

Hmmm....

I came all the way in the room, and stepped closer to the medium-sized kitchen table that they were all sitting at. Candace was closest to me, and the closer I got, the more twitchy she became. Her nostrils began to flare, and her eyes were riveted on my crotch. When I finally got right next to her, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Bozhemoi.", she said in Russian, and reached out to fondle my dick through my pants, using both of her tiny hands to seek out and grip my thick cock through the worn denim of my jeans, which she then began to message and stroke.

"Hey there, I've got a date with that penis, if you don't mind!", came a voice from the door rich with indignation. Cheryl was standing there, watching Candace grab my johnson.

"Oh, do you?", asked Mrs Finnias, her eyebrows so arched they could have built the city of St Louis under it.

Cheryl blinked, and looked from face to face, stuck in the moment just as I was. I think she didn't realize what she said until she saw someone else hear it. She started to fix herself up, tug at her shirt, unsure how to proceed. But Mrs Finnias was kind, and did not let her dangle for long.

"Cheryl, relax. We're all on it. Morgan got all three of us on it."

"On... oh. All three? Oh my. Well, that's..."

"I know about Paul, and Candace and Miranda here were having a rough night, the kind of rough night I think you have had, or were having until..."

She let the pause hang just long enough to let Cheryl know it was clear to everyone in the room she just had a dick in her.

"... so I told them to come over and talk about what we could do."

"Well, it certainly is nice to meet all of you.", said Cheryl, her voice as steady as a rock, even though her eyes were on Candace's hands which were still petting my erection through my jeans. I don't think Candace even realized she was doing it.

Five sets of eyes danced and glanced and darted around each other for about a minute. Then, the silence started to turn. I started to smile, and then laugh, because... what the hell else can you do? And that broke it. From stunned embarrassment we switched over to acceptance of a ridiculous situation. Everyone started to smile, and then giggle a bit, and then we all lost it, cracking up and guffawing at each other, at life, at everything.

After we settled down and were nestled in the pleasant sensation of the aftermath of a belly laugh, I just started speaking my mind. Mrs Finnias was the only other Spice addict I had been able to talk to, and now I had four. All the other situations were just me explaining to an addict how she was going to get her fix. Not a lot of room for nuance there. I think I just needed to talk out my thoughts.

"Ohmygoodness y'all, I can't believe what I get to do, or have to do.... oy... Look, here's the deal, of course I like having sex with a bunch of women. But I'm not Morgan, I don't get off on making people do things they don't want to do? Okay? I don't get off on that, at all!"

"Testify right here. Paul coulda ass fucked me and he didn't.", interjected Mrs Finnias. The ladies all nodded approvingly.

"Thank you, Mrs Finnias."

"However, I'm on the Spice, and I do want to fuck you. The only thing I ask from you, with whatever may happen, is no BDSM related activity such as whipping, beating, slapping or punching in the balls."

The woman all looked shocked at the very mention, and Miranda outright recoiled in her seat.

"Chingao, which of you bitches get into that?" Everyone around the kitchen table vehemently denied being a bitch who was into that.

"No, nobody here, and I will never tell you who. And I will never tell any of the others what we do together. You're free to share with each other as much as you like, but I won't say shit about any of you to anyone else. Outside all that hullabaloo, I'm game. And I mean, game for anything."

"Bozhemoi, if you are going to keep talking can I go down on you while you speak? I'm going fucking batshit right now.", Candace begged.

"Um, how do you all feel about that?", I asked the room.

"Oh, I'm just here to help out, you guys go ahead.", said Mrs Finnias.

"It's only fair, I guess, as we did just do it in the backseat of his car.", Cheryl was blushing a bit.

"Yeahhh? Like a newlywed, you nasty girl!", teased Miranda. Cheryl smiled, taking it as the compliment it was.

"Here, I'll do a quick whore's bath." I walked to the sink and pulled out my dick to wash it the sink, feeling every bit like Henry Miller in Paris.

"That's a nice dick.", said Miranda with a serious nod.

"Hey, I called dibs.", Candace cut in.

"I know, just saying.", Miranda cooed, petting her friend's shoulder affectionately. I walked back and sat down. Candace stood and took off her sweatshirt, revealing a perky set of B-Cups, whose nipples were rock hard and almost pointing straight up! She went down to her knees and placed her lips on the very tip of my cock, and then slowly moved her head down, millimeter by millimeter. Her whole body started to undulate, at first very slowly, but then more broadly, like a cobra. The deeper she took my cock the more her body danced. Miranda clucked her tongue and grinned.

"She is so cute when she does that. Morgan used to make me watch her suck him off, he thought it pissed me off. It Didn't. "

"Sinewy, she is. That's the word.", said Mrs Finnias.

"Mmm, I'd give anything for that tiny waist.", mused Cheryl.

Candace popped up straight. "Are you kidding? I can't gain any weight to save my life. I would kill for luscious curves like yours or Miranda's." She then lunged right back down onto my dick, this time bobbing up and down on my cock at a steady pace, her tiny hands resting on my thighs. If I hadn't had an orgasm fifteen minutes ago, I would be having one right now! But I was able to keep talking somehow.

"So, Miranda... Ohhhh yes.... I've noticed some women need more... ssssss... contact than others. Since we are all being... nnngghh... intimate with each other..". Candace started to twist her head back and forth as she took my cock in and out of her mouth. My eyes went back in my head.

"I think I know where he is going. Gawd, how does such a small mouth get so much cock in her?", marveled Mrs Finnias. "For me, I just need get my mouth on his penis for a while, that's all I need for a week."

"Really? That's all? Oh, no, I need to have, well, an orgasm. Inside.", Cheryl struggled to admit.

Candace sat back up from my cock, "How many days can you go?", her wet-lipped face was looking right at Cheryl.

"I get, uncomfortable after about... four days."

"That's like me." Miranda said. "Say honey, can I have a shot at that for a while?"

"Mnnnghh....", Candace whined adorably. "yes, but only for a minute and only because you are my friend."

"Ay, you're so sweet! Step up next to me, Paul." I got up and stood next to Miranda's chair. She pushed back a bit and opened her body to me. She was wearing a black t- shirt, which she lifted up and carefully over the rollers in her hair. I looked over at Cheryl, also somehow still in her rollers, and it was sexy as hell to see! Sure, dig the Playboy models and pornstars, but when a woman in rollers is fucking you, you know she wants to fuck you!

Miranda had a shiny black bra that held a sweet set of C-cup titties. She had a bit of a belly, but I kind of dug it. I fondled her breasts through her bra as Miranda kissed the tip of my penis with her thick lips, lips that were painted a brick red. And then she kissed it again, and again. She started to suckle just a inch or two into her mouth, and then go back to kissing it. Jesus! What a weird, wonderful sensation! I looked over at Candace, who was watching her friend's mouth intently.

"So Candace, do you need a little or a lot?", I asked.

"A lot."

"And Miranda?"

"She needs a little, well, is there a medium?", Candace wondered. I looked down at Miranda, her eyes were closed. She was totally blissed out, nuzzling away at my dick, worshipping it with her mouth in a manner that told me she didn't give a fuck about me, she was getting what she needed. I saw her shoulders slump softly, and then the rest of her body relax, as she continued to suckle at my hard dick. Miranda's hand went down to her lap, and she began to finger her pussy, and moan softly around the head of my cock.

"So, since we are all.... nnnghh... together, can we do something together... ohh yeah, Miranda goddammn.... so we can save each other time and effort?"

The ladies in the room all looked around at each other, except Miranda who was too busy getting her first dose of the Spice in weeks.

"I know Miranda is open for anything. I am as well." Candace said, sending a lusty smile to everyone in the room. Cheryl was watching Miranda and absently running her fingers across her chest.

"What exactly are we talking about here, yah?", asked Mrs Finnias. "I'm not gay. College doesn't count." She grinned in a way that I couldn't tell was kidding or not.

"Pffft. All women are a little gay.", Said Candace.

"Well, gay for you, sure.", blurted Cheryl, who then gave a little start and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

Candace laughed, and then gave Cheryl a long appreciative look. "Do not be embarrassed. Like I said, I like curves in a woman."

"Damn, that is hot." Said Mrs Finnias, wide-eyed at the little interchange. "Ya know, since I'm one of those who need just a little, perhaps I should amscray."

"No! Please stay, if you don't mind. It helps.", I told her.

"What helps?"

"I've noticed... oh shit that feels so good... that the more people on the Spice that I'm around, then more.. vigorous I can get."

"No kidding?"

"Nope. Do you mind hanging out?"

She looked around at all the other women. "Well, it beats watching Netflix again, I'll tellya that fer sure, right?" she grinned, stood up and took off her button-up blouse to reveal her amazing 42 D tits and the red lacy bra that held them in. She had an all-over body tan, and the curve of her breasts were truly exceptional; a pornstar quality size and roundness with little, tiny nipples! "I'll take off the bra later maybe." She then pulled out a flask from her handbag and poured three gluggs of something brown into her tea cup. Without a word, Cheryl held out her own cup towards the flask and it's owner, who obliged, also wordless, by another triple glugg. Looking over at Miranda and me, Mrs Finnias leaned back in her chair and said, "So whatchya have in mind there, yah?"

I gazed around the kitchen table at the four housewives, each of them sexy and each of them still looking like housewives. Watching Miranda's head work my cock with it's curler-ed hair, which should be the least sexy thing in the world, but it seemed extra fucktastic to me. Her hot, sweet lips working my dick like it was candy didn't hurt none either! I pulled it together to try to finish my schpiel.

"So, if we can schedule those with little needs at the same time as those with big needs, I can fuck two birds with one stone, and help y'all more regularly, and perhaps not die a young death from a heart attack."

Miranda slipped my dick out of her mouth. "What? Are you okay? Do you have a history of heart disease, diabetes or Cancer?"

"I'm fine, Miranda, I'm just saying it's a lot of activity for one person to manage."

"That's true and it's my turn.", said Candace, as she sat down on the nearest chair and pulled at my hips to swivel me around towards her. As soon as I faced her, she took my cock in her hands and began to slurp away, taking me deep and hard, almost the opposite of Miranda's technique.

"Ladies, I know we are new to each other...", said Miranda, her lips wet and slick with her efforts. "... but I need to sit over in the corner and.. well...". She blinked slowly and bit her lip.

"Go for it, girl." Said Mrs Finnias.

"And you have beautiful tits." Miranda told Mrs Finnias. "I get why Paul wants you here."

"Thank you, and I love your technique."

"Oh thanks, you're sweet! Are you just a blowjob girl then?"

"Yah, just the mouth! That's all, yeah for sure."

"We're lucky, I think. 'scuse me." Miranda scooted over the corner, and started to seriously work her pussy, her hand reaching down deep into her sweatpants. Her friend Candace was fucking her mouth with my dick, there was no other way to put it. Over at the table, I was looking at Cheryl and Mrs Finnias, who were both enjoying the show with Cheryl showing some actual need, as opposed to the passive pleasure radiating off the happy Mrs Finnias.

"Goddamn, I don't know how she does it, do you Cheryl? I mean did you see her take so much in there, yeah?" Cheryl shrugged her shoulders, wide eyed. I was smiling my ass off, thinking about how Cheryl's tongue would put all these ladies to shame.

"I mean, I do a good job you know, but some folks I guess are just gifted with certain physical talents, am I right? Can you even learn to take a cock like that?"

Candace stopped sucking my dick and started jacking it off with both of her hands. "No, no, no, you most certainly can learn a lot of this. But, yes, there are some who simply cannot, and some who excel. But all can learn Some of it. No? Come over, I'll show you!" Mrs Finnias looked over at Cheryl.

"I think you have dibs here, Miss Cheryl, you want in there?"

"Oh no, you go ahead, I'm good."

"Thanks!" She scrambled over to join Candace on her knees.

"Can you get saliva on your bra?" Candace asked her.

"Oh. Nope, thanks!" She unclasped off her bra from the front, revealing her tits in all there perfect glory, completely tanned with perfect, tiny little nipples.

"Oh shit yes!", said Miranda in the corner, her hands furiously working her clit, her hips bucking against her own hand.

Mrs Finnias grinned and shook her tits at Miranda. Turning back to Candace, she began to receive instructions on deepthroating a dick. I looked over at Cheryl who was looking right back at me. We grinned at each other, I looked down at the girls who were going to school on my dick and then back at her, asking her with my eyes if she wanted to join in. She nodded a small but firm 'No'. I smiled and shrugged. Then I mouthed, 'take off your bra' to her, whispering as to not interrupt the instructing occurring below.

"Now loosen, loosen, loosen..." was what I heard from the teacher, as I felt a different mouth began to swallow my cock, inch by inch. But I kept my eyes on Cheryl, as she began to open her shirt, button by button. It was as hot to watch the housewife strip as it was to not watch two housewives deepthroat my cock.

"Oooooohhhh, allayall so nasty!", stage-whispered Miranda from the corner. She had seen me command Cheryl and was watching her strip, just as I was. Cheryl saw Miranda was watching her, and without a beat shifted in her seat a bit to give her a better look. Oh yes, Cheryl was coming along nicely.

"Oh sweet Mami...", hissed Miranda.

A new kind of smile began to creep across Cheryl's face. A smile of confidence, or control. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

"Careful, there, his dick is thicker than it looks.". Mrs Finnias was forcing my dick farther down her throat than she ever had before. Candace kept encouraging her, and giving her tips. Mrs Finnias' struggling throat felt great, each little cough was a flash of pleasure. I kept my eyes glued on Cheryl as she stripped off her bra and revealed her round luscious tits, hanging low as her age befits. Her nipples were large, and begging to be sucked. Suddenly my cock screamed for my full attention. Holy shit! Mrs Finnias was learning a lot! She began to deep throat my cock for true, taking me almost all the way in! Even though it felt great, I kept ogling Cheryl and her hot housewife tits, and then I'd look over at Miranda in the corner, who had now peeled off her sweats and spread her legs wide to masturbate full speed with as few obstacles as possible. Her caramel brown thighs were sexy as hell and her orgasmic expressions were making me want to... fuck... fuck.... Oh fuck...

"He's going to cum soon, please.. let me take it! PLEASE!" Candace was as desperate as she sounded. Mrs Finnias unsheathed my cock from my throat, and leaned back gasping for air. Candace then sat me down and threw her leg over my lap, straddling me and my throbbing dick. Her face twisted into a contorted mask of lust and need, she lowered her pussy on me, grunting as she did. Good lord, she was a tight fit! As she got more and more of me in her, she began to shiver and shake.

"Please, please cum in me! Please!!" She begged me in my ear with an unearthly growl. With a last bit of effort, she got all of my dick in her, and was resting completely in my lap. She was sobbing with lust as I grabbed a hold of her ass and stood up, keeping her fully impaled on my dick. I gyrated where I stood, fucking her as I held her in mid air. Candace screamed in pleasure as she came, her juices flooding down both our legs. As she ground herself against me, my cock erupted with cum, filling her pussy and making my knees shake and tremble. I collapsed into the chair, keeping control of Candace's pussy the entire time. She kept grinding her cunt into me, cumming again and again.

"Yeah, a lot better than Netflix.", said a breathless Mrs Finnias who had watched the whole thing.

Candace slid off of my lap, slowly, like a cat stretching, and slinked her way to another chair, smiling like like a Klingon. Miranda was on me in a flash. She knelt down between my legs and started to lick and slurp at my cock, removing every drop of Candace's pussy juice. She had one hand still on her pussy as she kept working my dick with the other hand. I reached down and took a hold of her dangling nipples and gave them a little pinch. Miranda wiggled with pleasure. So I pinched them a little harder, and then gave them a little pull. I could hear the wetness of her pussy as Miranda's fingers darted over her clitoris, making a slick wet sound. Her mouth was all over my cock and balls, and gradually, somehow, my dick began to harden up again.

"You gotta be kidding me!", said Mrs Finnias, who had moved to stand behind Candace, so that Candace's head was nestled right in her cleavage. He eyes were focused on my dick. "What the hell, Paul!?"

"Don't be impressed. I'm a normal guy, it's only the effect of the Spice, and some supplements my doctor pal gave me to help. And really, there is a lot of pheromones floating around in this room. Oohh shit, yes, woman! Miranda, get up and lean over that table."

She did so, and I got right behind her big, beautiful ass and started to fuck her wet pussy from behind. Miranda was stretched across the table, facing Cheryl, and crying out in pleasure.

"Oh yesyesyesyes, fuck me! I never got to have cock in my pussy with Morgan! Shit yesssss!" Her pussy felt great and it was a wet and easy fun fuck and I bashed away at her, the other ladies gather around the table smiling and encouraging both of us. I loved how her ass jiggled every time my pelvis slammed into her.

"Cheryl, get over here next to Miranda!", I ordered. Cheryl stood up and came next to me. I guided her to bend over the table, the way Miranda was. "Candace, would you take off Cheryl's jeans? And take your time doing it."

Candace slithered over to the now bent over Cheryl and with a playful tug or two yanked her jeans down from her waist and about half way down her butt. Before going any further, Candace lowered herself to her knees, and put her face very close to Cheryl's ass. With a viscious grin on her face, Candace began to very slowly pull Cheryl's jeans down the rest of the way. Cheryl was trying hard not to squirm, but it was easy to see that the slender Candace's intimate attentions were turning Cheryl on, big time. Cheryl struggled not to squirm with excitement as Candace's hands took their time disrobing her.

Mrs Finnias had moved next to me to get a better view of Candace and Cheryl's show. She was close enough so that her tits were pressed against me, and she began to lean in further as Candace started to stroke and caress Cheryl's thighs and buttocks. I was still giving Miranda a good fuck, but now I going was deep and slow, enjoying every inch of pleasure, relishing every second of the amazing orgy that was infolding in front of me.

Candace was now peeling off Cheryl's panties, and she pulled them all the way down Cheryl's legs with the finesse of a Las Vegas stripper. Now Cheryl's white, housewife ass was high in the air, a perfect contrast to the lovely caramel shade of Miranda's curvy cheeks.

Candace stood up, held out her hand and asked me pointedly. "May I?"

I pulled my cock out, and Candace took it in her hand and guided it into Cheryl's pussy, who gave out a low moan as I sank it deep into her. Candace then leaned forward and began to softly caress Cheryl's ass.

"Is this allright, Cheryl?", she said, her hands never pausing in their gentle petting.

Cheryl gulped a bit and found her voice. "Um, yes... yes it's alright."

Candace then squeezed her ass cheeks a bit.

"Is that still allright?", she asked the moaning housewife.

"Yes! Oh God yes it's allright!", Cheryl barked out. Meanwhile Miranda had got up on an elbow to watch Cheryl get fucked and fondled. Mrs Finnias' eyes were also glued on Cheryl's thick body jostling and jiggling with every stroke of my cock, and absentmindedly was stroking my arms with her hands, not mention to extra warm feeling of her luscious boobs pressed up against me. I turned to Mrs Finnias and gave her an innocent peck on the cheek, which made her smile and look at me.

"Would you like me to fuck her faster, Mrs Finnias?", I asked her with a wicked smile. Her eyes went wide with surprise. Both Candace and Miranda looked up at me with huge smiles.

"Oh shit, I wish he had asked me that question!", said Miranda.

"How about it, Mrs F?"

"Oh, my..." She looked down on Cheryl's body and my dick sliding effortlessly in and out of Cheryl's dripping pussy. "No, not faster. Harder."

"Oh, hell yes, pummel her pussy!", shouted Candace.

"Let's see, how abooouutt.... this hard!" I pulled out and drove my cock into her hard and fast, making the table scoot a inch.

"Oh yes, Paul! Bang that sweet ass!" Candace slinked her petite body over to my side. Goddamn! Now I had two sets of titties being mashed up against me. And the fact that one pair of tittes were smallish and the other was bigger made it so much hotter! Like it needed to be hotter, but just in case you get to fuck a room full of housewives and secretaries I thought you should know.

Mrs Finnias now had both her hands gripping my arm. "Fuck her harder. Slam it in to her.", she said viciously.

"Do it Paul, fuck me like she tells you!" Cheryl cried out. I did as commanded. I slammed my pelvis into her plump ass, once, twice, three times... making Cheryl cum on the third. Her ass and pussy was still quivering on my hard dick when Mrs Finnias gave another order.

"Pull out of Cheryl and fuck Miranda on her back."

"Oh, Mama, I think I like you a lot!", Said Miranda, rolling over on her back. I jumped right in the saddle and grabbed a hold of her ankles and held them high in the air and wide apart, putting my dick right back where it was. The sensation of switching pussies was glorious. Each cunt touched me in different ways, in different places on my dick. Miranda was laughing with glee as I drilled her fast and smooth, barely making the table shake at all.

Candace then reached up and took a hold of Miranda's ankle, pushing my hand away. That was a hot idea! And I have always been a 'Yes, and...' kind of guy.

"Pardon me Mrs Finnias, would you hold this for me?" I held Miranda's ankle out a bit, and Mrs Finnias took it right away. Miranda's eyes were going back and forth from the two women holding her legs apart while laughing almost manically with pleasure. I reached down and started playing with her tits, making her go from laughing to moaning. The ladies were pressing their tits onto Miranda's legs as I slid my dick out of her pussy and rubbed it along Miranda's clit. She yelped in surprise. I kept sliding my whole length along her pussy and clit, making Miranda go a little cross-eyed from the effect.

"You going to make me cum... make me... oh shit... oh shit!" Just as she started to cum I shoved my dick back into her pussy balls deep. Miranda arched her back and screamed in ecstasy. Somehow, I resisted cumming myself, despite the amazing sensation of Miranda's pussy contracting and gushing on my dick.

"Okay... okay..." I caught my breath finally. "I am very close... to cumming. Who wants it? I am too fuck-drunk to think anymore."

Miranda spoke first. "Y'all go ahead, I'm good for weeks.", she said with a soft sleepy voice.

Candace and Mrs Finnias looked at each other.

"Hey, yeah sure, but I'm a lightweight, and don't Need it. So Candace? Cheryl?"

Cheryl had sat up on the table by now, but she didn't say anything, though she was looking thoughtful.

"I would love a boost, but... Cheryl?" Candace asked.

She was looking very thoughtful. "Can I ask you guys to keep a secret?", she asked the group. All four of began to laugh and tease her about the ridiculousness of asking that question after a kitchen orgy. She laughed a little too, but kept speaking with a serious tone.

"Yes, I understand I sound silly, but I would like to share something with you. And I need you to not tell anyone else, okay?"

Everyone agreed. "Ok, I would like to take Paul's cum in my mouth. And thank you ladies, Candace, i do appreciate it. It will only take a second." She went down on her knees in front of me, and wasted no time in rolling out her huge tongue by giving my cock and massive lick from base to tip, and then wrapping her long wet mouth muscle around my shaft like a barber pole.

"Holy Shit!"

"Good Lord!"

"Bozehmoi!"

Cheryl kept up her relentless attack on my cock. Just watching that tongue in action was cum-worthy, but she knew exactly what she was doing. When she held out her entire tongue and then spanked the top of my dick with it.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming!!" I was on a hair trigger already, and that amazing tongue set it off. I set a hot load right into her mouth, and she drank it down greedily, her eyes closed. Her body further relaxing and softening with the bliss that could only come from my spice laden sperm.

The girls were staring at Cheryl in awe and wonder. Except for Candace, who had nothing but lust on her face.

I helped Cheryl stand up. "Yes, my tongue is large. But if everybody knew, it would be all they think about."

"I totally understand that.", said Miranda, rising up from the table and crossing over to her discarded clothes. "Your secret is safe me, and I will not judge you by your tongue. Though, goddamn, girl, why are you just a damn secretary? That tongue would make you a porno star."

"Thank you, but... uh... well." Cheryl unanswered. No one else pushed her.

We were all getting dressed, and chatting casually. I could tell we weren't really sure how to end such a thing. Once we were all dressed, we were just sort of standing there in the theater kitchen just looking at each other.

"What, nobody know how to behave after a kitchen orgy, right?", asked Mrs Finnias with perfect comic timing. "Hey Paul, you talked about scheduling more of these, how should we do that?"

"Oh, leave that to me." Cheryl said with a calm confidence. "I'll work up a schedule. That's what I do, after all."

"Should I give you the names of all the people who are the spice?"

"Oh, I know already. Morgan kept a list. He hid it, but I know where it is."

"A list!? Seriously? Have you seen it?!"

Cheryl turned to me very slowly. "I have. And you are going to be very busy."

I gulped like Gilligan, as all the girls laughed.