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The air still had a chill in the early spring as a couple just pulled into a parking space. The lot was for a family restaurant and the couple looked very much in love. He was tall, muscular, thin with a full head of thick brown hair parted on the side. She was beautiful with a long face, long blond hair and full breasts. She was hooked on his arm as they walked into the restaurant.
The place was only half filled since the dinner time crowd had not come in just yet and the two of them got a booth all to themselves with the floor to ceiling shelves that had books on them that can’t be removed. That was until a stranger showed up.
"Excuse me," he said. He was thick with muscle and fat. He was on the short side, but his hair was long and black, pulled back and tied in a pony tail. He was dressed in a yellow polo shirt and tan kacky pants.
The couple looked up and the man was the first to speak, "may we help you?"
The fat man had a smile on his face, "I’m so terribly sorry but it seems that there aren’t any more tables open. I was hoping that I could share your booth? If that is okay with you?"
The couple looked around and sure enough every seat of every table and booth were filled with people. The man looked at his wife and said, "if it’s okay with you?"
"Sure," said the woman, "have a seat. I’m Carol and this is Mitch."
The large man sat shaking their hands, "A pleasure, I’m Job Appletree."
"Oh really," said the man, "are you any relation to Cain Appletree?"
"I doubt it," said Job, "I’m here for a dentist convention."
"Oh you’re a dentist," said Carol, "I’m a fourth grade teacher and Mitch here is a stockbroker."
Job said impressed, "I’m impressed. How are things in the market these days?"
"Complicated," Mitch said with a little laugh, "there are good days and there are bad days you just have to know what to look for. I do a lot of reading, and I know what to look for."
Job waved his large hand, "I’ll stick with teeth, they’re simple, oh and magic."
Carol got a large grin on her face, "you’re a magician?"
"Only part time," Job said just before a waitress came up to take their order, a separate check for Job.
When the waitress was gone Carol again, picked up the conversation, "so what kind of magic can you do?"
"Probably the slight of hand," Mitch said grinning.
"Only when I charge for a cleaning," Job said and they all gave a slight laugh. "No I can do many different things, watch." Job pointed his finger horizontal at a fork at Mitch’s left. The fork started to shake a little and then the handle started to rise up in the air, pivoting the prongs of the fork on the table. As Job raised his finger to vertical, the fork was standing vertical on the table.
Carol was slack jawed and Mitch was grinning like a little child. Job then lowered his finger and the fork slowly lowered to the table. "How did you do that?" Carol asked with joy in her voice.
"By studying with my father," Job said. "He taught my brother and me how to perform magic tricks. That’s just one of them."
"I told you this would be a special anniversary," Mitch said snuggling up to Carol.
"Oh I’m sorry," Job said meaning it, "I didn’t know this was your anniversary. Maybe I can find another table."
"Oh no, no, please stay," Mitch said, "we come here every year since this is where I proposed to Carol." The two looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.
"Then the least I can do is entertain you on your special day," Job said sliding over the candle. He started to wave his hands on either side of the candle and the fire started to grow and collect above the candle. When he had a ball of plasma suspended between his hands he started to move his fingers and the ball shifted. "A heart," Job said and the plasma changed into a flaming heart. "The Arc de Triomphe, a rose," Job went on and then did something special, "a phallic device."
Carol gave a little giggle at the last one. "Ah the food’s here," Mitch said sitting back to allow food to be put on the table.
Into the meal Job asked a question, "so when the market crashed how did your investors take it?"
Mitch swallowed hard on his food, "well they didn’t take it too well. Those that stuck with me have not only made their money back, but some have even made more. Perhaps I can interest you in investing some money?"
Job looked at Mitch suspiciously and then replied, "I already have a man working over my money, but I’ll think about it."
"Why did you go into dentistry and not go for magic?" Carol asked between bites.
"There’s no money in magic," Job said with a smile. "Growing up when my father tried to make magic his career he failed and failed hard. He told my brother and I we should do something else besides magic. I went into dentistry. I was always good with very careful detailed projects. My old room was filled with ships in bottles. When I went to college I had the choice of microscopic surgery or dentistry. I went with dentistry because they had cuter girls."
"Are you married?" Mitch asked.
"Yes," Job said with a far off look, "to a woman who is so understanding if I brought an elephant home she would just say, ‘what does it eat.’"
There was a round of laughter and Mitch said, "I’m the same way when she brings home one of her students."
"Hey," Carol said, "I only bring them home when they don’t have what they need at their own home."
When their food was gone and coffee was on the table the sun had since gone down and the lights turned on. The conversation had turned from hobbies to politics to what is the best wine on the market. When the checks were sent out and the credit cards were being used Mitch asked a question, "so can you do card tricks?"
"Sure," Job said pulling out a deck, "I play a lot of solitaire at these conventions." He fanned out the deck face down, "pick a card any card."
Carol shrugged her shoulders and picked out a card. "Don’t show me and memorize it," Job continued. Carol and Mitch both looked at the card. "When you have it memorized put it back in the deck." Carol put the card back in the deck. Job shuffled the deck and then came up with one card, the jack of diamonds, "is this your card?"
Carol opened her mouth, but then closed it looking at Mitch with a confused expression on her face. He too looked confused. "Um I can’t remember what the card was," Carol said with a little laugh.
"Another one of my tricks," Job said, "to make a person forget something in their short term memory."
"That is weird," Mitch said shocked, "what else can you do like that?"
"Well there is one trick that everyone likes, but I need a volunteer," Job said looking at Carol.
"Oh what the hell, sure," Carol said smiling.
"Okay try to keep quiet when I do this," Job said.
"Okay," Carol responded sitting up straighter.
Job sat directly opposite of Carol and raised both hands, palms facing each other. Quickly he clapped his hands together and kept them there. Job separated his hands slightly. Carol’s eyes went wide and she arched her back. Her breathing started to become deep and heated. Job separated his hands a little more, and Carol’s hands instinctively went down to between her legs as her breathing became more rapid. Job separated his hands even more and Carol responded by moving her pelvis in a rhythmic fashion and her hands went behind her head messing up her blond hair. Job separated his hands more and her mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ and her eyes were closed as ecstacy filled her mind. Job suddenly closed his hands in a clap, and Carol slowly stopped squirming. She finally opened her eyes and she realized what happened. With flushed cheeks she straightened her hair and dress.
Mitch was in shock at what just happened. "Can you teach me to do that?" Mitch asked.
"That was," Carol said shaking her head, "great."
"Our credit cards are back," Job said to the waitress who had a confused look on her face.
Out in the parking lot Job and Mitch traded cards and just as the couple were about to walk off when Job did stop to say one more thing to them. "Oh there is one more thing," Job said.
"What’s that?" Mitch asked with Carol on his arm.
Job snapped his fingers directly in front of their faces. The eyes of both Mitch and Carol went wide and quickly lost their light. "Now Mitch take this, this is the address I want you and Carol to go to now. Go and knock on the door and I want you to obey whomever opens the door. Be sure to obey all traffic laws. You don’t want to get into a wreck on the way to your master. Go now, go on."
"What are you looking at?" The woman was short with short black hair. She had wide hips and a bit of fat on her just enough to make her breasts full. She sat down on the couch next to her man. He was as short as she was, but fatter with a beer belly sticking out against his shirt. He was bald on top with graying dark hair in a horse shoe shape.
"I’m looking at cruises for us," he said.
"Oh Cain stop fooling yourself," she said cuddling up to him. "Ever since that bastard Mitch lost all our money we can’t afford something like that."
Cain gave his wife a kiss and then said, "can’t I dream."
"Dream all you want, but we can barely afford Abraham’s college tuition as is, so don’t get your hopes up," she said standing up and going to the bedroom.
"Patricia," Cain called out and she turned around for the question, "can I at least see you in a bikini?"
"Not now there are people pulling into our driveway," Patricia said going into the bedroom.
Cain got up and answered the door. "Oh look honey it’s the Millers. You know the ones that put us in the poor house."
Patricia came up to the door to look at the couple. Carol and Mitch were just standing there with eyes wide and standing straight as pins. "What’s wrong with them?" Patricia asked.
"Oh no, you didn’t put the whammy on them did you?"
"No," Cain said, "it must have been my brother. Well, well Mitch, Carol please tell me why are you here?"
"We must obey," they both said in unison.
"Oh thank you Job," Cain said to the night sky.
"Shouldn’t you be thanking God," Patricia said.
"God didn’t send these two," Cain said, "oh do come in you two and please have a seat on the couch." The pair walked in unison to the couch where they turned as one and sat on the couch with their wide eyes seeing nothing.
"I thought you swore never to put the whammy on anyone to seek revenge," Patricia said.
"I didn’t, but Job did."
Patricia stood there looking at the two shaking her head, "so what do we do with them now? Promise me you won’t lay a finger on them."
"I promise." Snap went Cain’s fingers in front of Patricia’s face and her eyes went wide.
"Now Patricia I want you to go take a nap. I’ll tell you when you can wake up." Patricia walked off into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
"Now then," Cain said clasping his hands together in glee. "Should I start with the annoying little prick," Cain said to Mitch. "Or perhaps I should play with your fucking cunt,"
Cain said to Carol. "Well the night is young we can do everything I want. First things first I want you both to take off all your cloths." The pair stood up and quickly removed their own cloths and stood there with their hands at their sides and looking straight ahead.
"I think I should close these drapes. The neighbors have seen enough of this little show," Cain said pulling the cord and white drapes fell closed over the large picture window. "Now what do we have to work with? My Mitch you have a larger dick than I thought. Tell me how long is it when you have a hard on?"
"Ten inches," Mitch said monotone.
"We’ll have to work on that," Cain said in reply. "As for you Carol what are your dimensions?"
"34-25-34," she said also in monotone.
"Impressive, but we can do better. God I haven’t felt this good in a long time," Cain said going to a closet and rummaging around inside before coming out with something. "Now I have here a little something that my wife swore to me was a joke, well it’s going to be really funny tonight." Cain brought up a strap on dildo. "Carol put this on." Carol took the strap on from Cain. The straps were black nylon pull straps attached to a wide base of black leather. Extending from the black leather was pale plastic, soft to the touch, in the shape of a ten-inch male penis with small dull spikes all over it. Carol stood naked next to her naked husband and she was the only one who looked aroused.
"Now here’s what I want Carol you are going to butt fuck Mitch. Mitch with every thrust from Carol you will say ‘I’m sorry for losing all your money.’ You will feel no sexual pleasure from the ramming into your ass. You will feel only pain. Carol with each thrust you will feel an exceeding wave of sexual pleasure. You will first put it in all the way, and then you will start to thrust as much and as far as you would like. Mitch get down on your hands and knees, and Carol you may begin."
Mitch looked like a dog as Carol got down on her own knees and spread out Mitch’s butt cheeks. Carol carefully guided the phallic device into the far too small a hole in Mitch. She slowly guided it into the hole, and when the head was in she pressed with her hips slowly.
Mitch’s face was scrunched up in pain and he was breathing through clenched teeth. Carol pressed and pressed and Mitch gave out a little cry of pain. What seemed like a year the black leather pressed against Mitch’s ass. "I’m sorry for losing all your money," Mitch said gasping. Carol gave a small gasp of pleasure. She moved her head back making her blond hair trail down her back.
Carol moved her hips back drawing out the dildo, and then she pressed it back in again. Through clenched teeth Mitch said, "I’m sorry for losing all your money." Again Carol drew in a sharp breath and hummed as the pleasure washed over her. Carol really liked this since she started to slide the dildo in and out of her husband faster. "I’m sorry for losing all your money. I’m sorry for losing all your money. I’m sorry for losing all your money. I’m sorry for losing all your money. I’m sorry for losing all your money. I’m sorry for losing all your money," Mitch said with a red sweating face.
"All-right Carol that’s enough," Cain said and Carol pulled her artificial appendage out of Mitch. While they both were breathing hard Carol had a small smile on her face, but Mitch had a red sweating face of left over pain. "Okay the both of you stand at attention, and Carol you may take off the strap on," Cain said walking over to Carol to take the slick stick from her. Cain tossed the dildo onto a stack of papers and then looked at his two zombies.
"I think it’s time for some body sculpting, but first I need to know what I have to work with," Cain said. He raised his hands and quickly clapped them twice. The effect that had on Mitch and Carol was instant. They both gave a quick gasp of air as their bodies reacted to the magic Cain performed. Carol’s already hard nipples stood even farther from her breasts and they turned an even darker shade. Mitch’s lip penis shot out of his body making him look like his wife did just minutes ago.
"You should thank me Carol," Cain said, "all the enlarging and none of the silicon."
Cain moved his hands close to Carols breasts, and started to swirl them around. Carol again gave a gasp as her already large breasts started to flesh out more and more. With each pass of his hands Carol’s breasts magnified. By the time Cain stopped moving his hands Carol was not the size she once was. "What were you a 34-25-34," Cain said stepping back to get a better look, "I would now put you at 44 or 46-25-34?" She looked like she had flesh helium balloons attached to her chest.
"I hope you appreciate that," Cain said to Mitch turning to him, "but you’ll have your own improvements." Cain started to rub his hands together quickly. Mitch just stared on with his ten-inch dick standing out before him. Cain quickly took his left hand and passed it over Mitch’s dick. What was left behind could make a male porn star envious. The girth of Mitch’s dick was before about an inch and a half, but now it was more than four inches in diameter. The length of his member was once ten inches was now fifteen. Mitch’s once ping-pong size balls were now tennis ball size. It looked like a log had been attached to Mitch’s body. Filled with blood, and supported by to huge balls, Mitch’s penis was still standing out from his body, but it now was sagging under its own weight. "Now that we can have fun with," Cain said to take a seat in an overstuffed chair.
"Mitch you desire your own sperm. You love the taste, the feel, the smell, and you can’t get enough of it, but you can’t suck your own dick. No, Mitch, what you need is to have your wife give you a blow job, and then give you the sperm from her mouth to yours. Carol’s you are going to suck Mitch’s dick. You are going to try and get as much of his dick into your mouth and down your throat as possible. When he ejaculates, you will keep it in your mouth and then kiss him and give him all of his own sperm. But Carol when you are giving him a blow job you may use your teeth to keep his dick from sliding around, if you want, and if you think you can get more sperm from his dick you may use your finger nails in any way you wish. Mitch sit down on the couch you may begin."
Mitch sank to the couch with his legs spread and his dick sticking out like a battering ram. Carol got to her knees, brushing her blond hair out of her face, she fit the enormous head, Mitch now had, into her mouth. Mitch’s face again took on a pained look as Carol started to move her head back and forth along his thick shaft. More and more Carol took in Mitch’s manhood, and deeper and deeper into her body it went. Carol only got about seven inches of the enormous dick into herself before no more could go in. There were red parallel marks from her teeth along his dick as she tried vainly to get more of it inside her. Mitch grabbed Carol’s head and pushed it back so she could catch what was coming, this left even redder scrape marks on his delicate skin. Carol’s mouth was open just at the hole of Mitch’s dick as the fire hose of cum came out. Carol tried her best to catch it all, and keep it in her mouth, but some did trickle out the right side of her mouth. When Mitch stopped shooting Carol grabbed his dick and started to milk it to squeeze every drop into her eager orifice. Carol had to tilt her head back to keep it all in her mouth as she rose up to Mitch, who was licking his lips. Carol and Mitch looked like they were in a lover’s kiss as they made a perfect seal with their lips. Carol kept rising up to pour the cum into Mitch’s eager mouth. When finally Carol broke the lip lock Mitch reached up and grabbed her head to pull her down again, but not for a kiss to lick the right side of her mouth. They both were panting hard from the exertion and lack of air.
Cain sat there laughing at them. "Oh this is too much fun," Cain said with a laugh. "You know what would make this even more fun? Carol you now love Mitch’s sperm. You love the taste, the feel, the smell, everything about it. You can’t get enough of his white stuff. So when you give him a blow job again you will keep his sperm in your mouth until I tell you. You won’t swallow it, or let any of it out of your mouth, but just enjoy the feeling of it. You will let Mitch have it only when I tell you to. Mitch you will not forcefully take any of the sperm from Carol but have to wait until she gives it up to you." Cain quickly clapped his hands together twice and the effect was again the same as before making the two slaves unbelievably horny. "You may begin," Cain said.
It seemed like an instant replay as Carol was again bobbing her blond head on Mitch’s long shaft. This time though Carol was able to force Mitch’s dick almost an inch further down her neck than before. The bulge sticking out on the delicate flesh of her neck was proof of that. This time Carol didn’t have to be told that Mitch was going to spray his load, she moved her own head back and this time had a better seal on his head. She did gag for a moment, but nothing was spilled from her mouth. When Mitch was no longer doing an involuntary pelvic thrust Carol sat there with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. Not looking she used her hands to move what was left in the urethra onto her fingers and then to her mouth.
Carol was still kneeling before Mitch with her eyes closed looking at nothing just enjoying the feeling of Mitch’s sperm. Mitch sat there looking at what was in Carol’s mouth desiring it beyond all things. Cain sat there looking at the couple, with a huge grin on his face, feeling very vengeful. The three were like that for minute after minute. When Carol started to shift her body, to keep from cramping, Cain finally spoke. "Okay Carol you may give Mitch his cum, but stand over him, and let it drip into his mouth."
Straddling Mitch’s legs Carol stood over him with one hand on his shoulder and the other holding down her enormous breasts. The long thin stream of white sticky goo came from her lips. She looked like she was kissing from a distance her husband. He was lapping at the string of white that was falling to his mouth. Cain just sat back and watched the humiliation of his hated enemy take place. Time finally came when Carol had no more to give and only spit was coming out of her mouth, and soon that was gone too.
"Okay you two sit down," Cain said standing and walking over to them. "Mitch I never got a complete explanation of how you lost my three quarters of a million dollars. So Mitch what did you do to make me a pauper?"
Mitch’s eyes were fixed on an unseen point before him. When he spoke there was no emotion in his voice. "When the stock market started to tank I moved around stock of people who didn’t have much too lose. You had so much money invested I put it off, and then when I finally looked to see how much you had you didn’t have anything I could work with. All you had was $45,000 and that was scattered around in dozens of different stocks. I decided to sell off what you had and cut my losses."
Cain’s eyes were slits of anger. The heat that made his face red seemed to burn with real fire. "You only gave me back $10,000, Mitch. What happened to the other $35,000, Mitch?"
Mitch seemed to hesitate for a moment. "I kept it as payment for services served."
"WHAT! You kept thirty-five grand for losing more than seven hundred thousand dollars!" Cain yelled. "You are so going to be sorry for this. Mitch this is what I want you to do
I want you to put your hand into your ass. I don’t care how much it hurts. I don’t care how youdo it, but I want your hand, up to the wrist, in your ass. Do it now."
Mitch got on his knees on the floor and with his legs spread wide he took his left handand started to work it between his but cheeks. Mitch gave an involuntary gasp as his first finger went into the hole.
"We’ll let him do his work while we talk," Cain said to Carol. "My wife came home crying the other day saying that you spoke together. She wouldn’t tell me what you two talked about, but you will. Carol I want you to think back to that day and pretend that you are talking with Patricia and tell me exactly what was said."
Carol was as unseeing as her husband was a moment ago, but the voice that came from the stagnant face was cheerful and chipper. "Oh hi Pat. I’m fine and yourself? Thanks I got it on sale. Well I’m sure my husband did everything he could. He does the stock market, not me. Look, your husband was stupid enough to give all his money to my husband, and then was dumb enough not to check up on it, who’s the real moron. Well you’re a dumb bitch for not even trying. Oh fuck you, it’s probably more than that fucking husband does to you." Carol closed her mouth again.
Cain was anger personified. "Oh you bitch," Cain said wanting to rip her apart. "It took her nearly an hour to calm down, and Lord knows how long she was driving around before that. Of course you would probably have to be really strong willed to say such hurtful things, so I think it’s time you were strong in another way too."
Cain started to move his hands and fingers in different paths through the air. His face and bow were clenched in concentration as he focused on the blond woman. Every muscle in his body tensed as he pointed and forced his will onto the woman, and that is when she changed. Her legs bulged out with muscles only steroids and intense exercise could give her. Her stomach rippled out to show a defined six matching muscles in two rows. Her arms were no longer smooth thin appendages, but now were thick human cranes that looked like they could lift a car. Her once elegant neck now had muscles sticking out the sides that made it as thick as her waist. She looked like a female body builder with two flesh balloons stuck on her chest. If it were not for her face and the large extensions on her chest, she could be mistaken as a very muscular man.
Mitch gave another squeal as his hand finally slipped into his ass. His face was red from the exertion, and sweat was dripping down his face and off his nose and chin. He was breathing hard like he just finished jogging a dozen miles. Cain squatted down near his ear and Cain spoke, "I hope you like what I did to your wife. It’ll be like fucking a brick now. Wiggle your fingers a bit." Cain stood up and looked at the pair before saying, "I think I’ll make the changes I’ve made to the two of you permanent. Not to worry thou you two will be together for as long as you live. Mitch, you’ll always have a huge dick, and Carol you’ll always look like you’ve exercised every moment of every day. When you two are old and wrinkled these changes will look like they do now. Carol’s breasts won’t sag, ever. Mitch you’ll always crave your cum. I’m sure the fisting will get easier over time. I have one final act to this play so listen up. Mitch you may remove your hand from your ass, and sit on the couch. Don’t put your hand on the couch. I don’t want your smell to be everywhere. Carol you are going to fit Mitch’s entire dick into your vagina. I don’t care how it’s done, or how much it hurts. I don’t even care if you have to fold it over on itself to put it in. I want him inside you, until his balls touch your firm ass. You may begin."
Cain sat down again in his chair to watch the show. Both Carol and Mitch took hold of the log coming off between Mitch’s legs, and guided it into the slit that was between Carol’s own legs. The head slipped in with no problem, but then the thickness grew and there was more pressure. Cain grinned with evil pleasure at his two victims. He dreamed of doing this to them, but he swore never to take over anther person’s mind for revenge. Cain knew his brother gave him this, and thus no promise kept him from taking revenge. Carol was sweating as she started to move her body up and down to slide, little by little, Mitch’s dick into her own body. Cain couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he gave a laugh. Of the fifteen inches that came off of Mitch, about eight was currently inside his wife. Carol bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in pain as more member slid into her. Cain could swear that he could see Carol’s body expand a little as the enormous penis made it inside her. Cain could just imagine Carol’s uterus stretching as her husband’s monster of a dick went in. Cain could almost see as Mitch’s dick found a fallopian tube to squeeze into and go up. Carol gave out a cry both of pain and involuntary pleasure she was feeling.
It seems an eternity, but finally Carol was sitting on Mitch’s balls. The couple was breathing heavy and Carol would have fallen on Mitch, but her breasts were holding her upright. "Well I never thought that you would make it," Cain said with glee. "Since you did make it all the way in, I think you should stay like that. Carol I want you to get me a beer from the refrigerator in the kitchen. Now remember Mitch can’t leave your vagina, so you’ll have to take him with you."
The sight was more comical than expected. Carol gave Mitch a big bear hug to her enormous breasts, almost smothering him, and stood up. She walked stiffed legged into the dark room called the kitchen. Cain could see the reflection of the light from the refrigerator door opening and then closing. Out came Carol, with the seemingly small man held close to her chest, holding a can of beer. She handed the beer to Cain who took it from her powerful grasp. This left Carol to hold onto her husband with both hands. One of those hands was a grasp onto his butt cheek. Cain could see her fingers sink into the soft flesh of his buttocks. Carol was polite enough to have Mitch go onto the couch first.
Cain put the beer aside and went over to the couple and looked down on them. "I’m sorry, but it is getting late and I want to wrap this up, so this is the last act of this play. Mitch, I think you are very, very horny." Mitch’s eyes went wide, and so too did Carol’s. She gave a little jump from the increased pressure that was inside her. "Mitch you are so horny that when I snap my fingers you will have an orgasm inside your wife. Now don’t take your dick out while this is going on, and Carol please don’t move too much. Ready?" Cain smiled with his fingers posed to make the distinct snapping sound, and then he snapped them. Carol’s eyes again went wide, but Mitch’s eyes closed in ecstacy as his white stuff went inside his wife.
Cain looked close as Mitch stopped cumming. He seemed to be looking at the seam between Mitch’s dick, and Carol’s vagina. "What is this?" Cain said. "Could it be possible that there is still room inside your wife?" Cain said talking to Mitch. "Well if that is the case Mitch I want you to have another orgasm as the snap of my fingers." Cain again snapped his fingers and again, but far less intense, Mitch gave a low moan and Carol gasp. Mitch’s hips were wiggling and gyrating as his seed spirt into his wife. Finally he stopped moving and his glassy eyes looked up into his wife’s equally glassy eyes. "How is this possible?" Cain said looking again at the connection between the two. "He must be cumming directly into your lungs," Cain said. "Again orgasm when I snap my fingers." There was an odd sound like the last bit of ketchup coming out the bottle and a spray of white cum shot back onto Mitch’s flat chest. This made Cain laugh, for this was his intended result. The couple sat there looking at each other as Mitch had his hands on the thick logs that were his wife’s arms.
"Oh hang on," Cain said and dashed into the kitchen. He came out quickly with a roll of wax paper. He started to rip off long sheets of the slick paper and putting it on the carpet. When he decided he had enough down Cain issued orders. "Okay Carol this is what you are going to do. You will slowly extract yourself from Mitch’s dick, but do it over the wax paper. When you are clear of his member, sit down on the paper and let his cum drip onto it."
Carol did just that. Her muscular legs lifted her body slowly off the log sticking out of her. Mitch’s dick was glistening from the cum that covered it. His dick was red and the veins were sticking out on it like roads on a cylinder-shaped map. Carol’s vagina was red too, but by some miracle there was no blood from the tearing that must have happened. Carol’s vagina was dripping even before she cleared Mitch’s manhood, but Cain was there to catch the drips on some wax paper before they landed on the couch. With Carol sitting on the floor, and her vagina dripping with cum, and Mitch sitting on the couch, with his dick losing it’s structural integrity Cain started giving orders.
With the orders issued it was clean up time. Cain carefully packaged up the drippings from Carol in the wax paper. Mitch tried to get dressed, but he was having problems with his pants. He ended up fitting his long dick down his pant leg. Carol was able to get her panties on again, but that was a lost cause on the dress. She ended up ripping the sides just to fit her legs into it, and then with her expanded breasts it couldn’t be zipped up in the back. Here breasts were spilling out the sides to the point the thin cloth came close to covering her tits. Cain stood at his front door looking at the pair standing just outside the door. "Now remember what I told you to remember, and forget what I told you to forget. Go on drive safely, and enjoy sex tonight," Cain said to the two walking away.
Cain stood at this open front window enjoying the fresh air take away the smell of sex. He kept the promise to Patricia not to touch either one of them. Cain went to the hall closet and pulled out a spray bottle of air freshener and started giving the room a good spray down. When Cain was satisfied the smell was gone he closed the front windows. Cain did stick his head inside the bedroom and said, "you may wake up in ten minutes, and you will forget that the Millers were ever here tonight."
Cain was sitting on the couch that Mitch and Carol were just using looking over the slick papered brochures of European countries when Patricia came staggering out. "Have a nice nap?" Cain asked.
"Nap," Patricia said with a little giggle, "I was all ready for bed for the night, but there was something missing. I usually have this lawn mower going beside me, and I miss it." Patricia always made fun of Cain’s snoring that way.
"Well it is later than I thought," Cain said standing up. "So I was thinking we should skip the cruse."
"Good," Patricia said giving her husband a kiss.
"Now a road trip through France is a good idea," Cain said.
"No," Patricia said to his face.
"Oh come on I can just picture you wearing one of those cute little berets, and only a beret," Cain said with a sexual growl.
"Oh stop that," Patricia said turning off the living room light from a switch on the wall and entering the bedroom after her husband.
"Hey you pulled out your bikini," Cain said as his wife closed the bedroom door.
"So did you like the present I sent you last night?" Job’s voice came through the phone to Cain’s ear.
"I did indeed," Cain said. "We had so much fun last night."
"How much fun was that?"
"Well fisting was involved."
"Ouch, him or her?"
"Him."
"So what else did you do?"
"Too much to tell you, but I did leave them with some things to remember me by."
"Oh, please tell."
"Well for one he’s going to be walking funnily for the rest of his life, and she has to buy a whole new wardrobe. Oh and I made sure he will pay me back all the money of mine he lost in the market."
"Do you have any idea how long that will take?"
"About six months if he plays his cards right. So what do you want for your birthday?"
"You think this was a birthday present."
"Well you did forget."
"You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Hey what are brothers for?"
"Letting their brother take revenge."
THE END
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