The Lover's Children

Chapter 114 – Autumn’s Fury – Part 6

MICHAEL

“Ah-Ah…” Charlotte wags a finger at him. “You’re not in charge today. Be a Good Boy and enjoy your

birthday present.” He groans again, resting hands on her thighs.

Richard’s chest heaves like bellows as Beth gyrates like a belly dancer, not allowing him to penetrate,

simply playing the head of his shaft at her entrance. His face falls back. “Oh, Sweet Jesus.”

Beth’s hips rotate like the turn of a screw. Her hair follows her movement, a great copper-red cloud

which billows and sways, alternately swinging over her shoulders, concealing her bosom, then washing

aside once more to display her swaying, swinging pendulous breasts, the skin amber tipped with

bronze.

James tops up his wineglass, then standing slightly awkwardly, strolls across, offering it to Beth. She

sips and swallows, sucking cool red wine from her lips. “Thank you, James…”

He offers the glass to Charlotte. She takes it… “Just a sip…” …washing it around her mouth before

leaning down, palming Richard’s head forward to tip the rim to his lips. “That’s not all you’ll be drinking,”

she says quietly.

His eyes are glazing as she returns the glass to James, who stands close by, watching. His nostrils

flare.

Over her shoulders, Charlotte watches Beth’s performance for a few seconds, then returns her

attention to Richard.

Sitting is becoming seriously uncomfortable, so I join James to watch our pair of jade-eyed beauties in

their role-reversed sexual torment.

“Michael?” Beth reaches out, her hands asking silently for my wine glass. She takes a sip, then

carefully trickles a little over Richard’s groin. He gasps, lurching, then again as, with a low chuckle, she

plunges down, taking him smoothly inside herself.

Then just as quickly, she rises again to resume her teasing rotation of his cock.

“Christ!” Richard gulps and gasps, sweat trickling from his forehead.

Charlotte’s fingers slide in and out from between her thighs, slick and shiny. Close up, her perfume is

strong. Beth’s too. Charlotte alternately watches her own hand, then Richard’s rabbit-in-the-headlights

reaction as she finger-fucks herself. Slipping fingers into her mouth, she sucks. “Want another taste?”

Richard nods, a swift short movement. Mesmerised, he watches as she reaches inward, her hand

slowly fluctuating to and fro as she glazes herself with her own pungent honey.

She offers dripping fingers his lips. “Are you going to clean me up? If you do, you can have the rest.”

It’s hard for a jaw to drop when you’re horizontal. Nonetheless, Richard’s mouth falls slack as she

pushes between his lips. “Suck me clean… Now lick between the fingers… That’s it…” Behind her,

Beth cranes to see as her husband suckles pussy juices from her cousin’s fingers. Leaning forward, a

hand on Charlotte’s shoulder to steady herself, she whispers something. Charlotte smiles, white and

bright, as she nods and Beth returns to her relentless cock-teasing.

Charlotte withdraws her fingers. “You can do something else for me in a moment, Richard. But first, I

think you should be able to watch your wife.”

Rising, she swings up and off Richard’s chest, the skin slick, the hair glossy with her juices. Moving to

sit beside him, she gives him a ringside view of Beth, still poised over his cock. Richard lunges, once

more trying to penetrate, but Beth lifts away and off…

Richard groans. “For pity’s sake, woman…”

Charlotte leans in, talking quietly. “Beth’s only doing what I told her to. I’m the Domme this time. You’re

not allowed to fuck her yet. And she’s not allowed to fuck you properly. Are you going to lie still? If you

do, Beth will get back onto your cock.”

Richard’s eyes roll. “Charlotte…”

“Yes or no? Only two choices. Are you going to lie still? Then Beth will play ride-a-cock-horse again,

and you can have what I promised you.”

He squeezes his eyes closed, hissing agreement through gritted teeth, and Beth resumes her post over

his streaming erection. She flashes eyes at Charlotte, who nods. Beth drops, pumps once, twice, and

then rises away again.

Charlotte watches, mouth quirking, then moves to once more be-straddle Richard. But this time, her

vulva poised over his face, she faces Beth. “You know what you have to do now, Richard.”

His arms snap up, clamping onto her thighs, tugging her down, his mouth opening, then locking onto

her. Charlotte yelps, lurching forward and Beth snaps out arms to support her, the two women locking

hands around each other’s forearms.

Charlotte’s mouth flings wide as Richard wreaks revenge on her clit and pussy. She’s streaming and

squealing and struggling, but he has hold of her now and isn’t letting go. Beth watches, gapes, then

with a shake of her hair, pistons down onto Richard’s shaft, then up again and down. From somewhere

in the region of Charlotte’s cunt comes another yell.

James watches the unfolding drama with a tilt of his head. “I think,” he says conversationally but loudly,

“that Richard might enjoy some help around now.” Charlotte’s head raises, her hair swinging wildly as

she rocks with Beth’s movement.

“Could be,” I say. “What did you have in mind?”

“I think we have to agree that Charlotte has sinned, edging a Master like that.” He ambles to his racks

of flails and floggers, picks one out, and with a twist of the wrist, gives it an experimental Crack!

Strolling around to stand behind her, he flicks flexible leather falls over her shoulders. “I’d say it’s

retribution time… Beth, let her down would you, please.”

Beth releases her hold on Charlotte’s arms. Charlotte overbalances, dropping forward to sprawl over

Richard’s torso. Richard is still committing oral mayhem between her legs, but her backside is exposed

now, albeit with the leather ‘skirt’ flapping over.

James admires her rear view for a few seconds. “Very artistic.” Flipping back the leather, he lashes.

The falls snap out, connecting with Charlotte’s pink and tender ass.

She screams. Normally, James would warm her up first, gradually increasing the force of the strokes.

But I’d say he’s decided it’s a special occasion.

A second stroke lands, as hard as the first. Charlotte yowls and tries to rise, but now Beth, fucking

Richard like a piston, plants hands on her shoulders, pinning her.

James strikes again and Charlotte shrieks, gushes, then spasms into orgasm. Hot fluid squeezes out

from where Richard’s face meets her thighs.

Jolting and jerking against his grip, she bawls and wails her way through climax. “Stop! Stop! Richard,

Stop!”

But he doesn’t release her. I think he’s tonguing her inside. Charlotte squeals and shakes, trying to rise,

but Richard has locked his grip around her thighs and doesn’t let go.

James and I stand side by side, he with his fist pressed to his mouth with suppressed laughter.

“Revenge is sweet, wouldn’t you say?”

“He’s not going to stop?”

“She’s not exactly safe-worded, has she? And she didn’t exactly have consent from Him to do what she

did. Ahhh…”

Richard jolts at the hip under Beth and a muffled growl emerges from somewhere under Charlotte. The

death-grip on her thighs releases and with a gasp, she rolls away to lie flat on her back, quivering

uncontrollably. “Thank God…”

“Not so fast, Madam.” James strides behind her, loops arms under and flips her over onto her knees,

giving me her flame-red, swollen, streaming pussy. “Michael, your end I believe.”

Unzipping, he tugs himself out. Then, grabbing a handful of hair, he jerks Charlotte’s head around,

steering her face to his shaft. “Open up.” And he slides home.

With huge relief, I unbutton my fly. My erection all but bounces free. I’m already flowing. My balls are

tight and crawling, and as I plunge in, Charlotte’s hot, liquid entrance welcomes me.

I give it a minute…

It doesn’t even last that long. Within seconds, the pressure’s rising, my pulse rate is off the scale…

Somewhere out there, Beth is screaming.

James bends forward, doubled over, groaning…

… and ramming home, grinding in, with a grunt, I shoot…

And again…

And in a last pulsating wave of pleasure… Again…

Yanking myself free, I drop onto the bed.

Richard simply stares upwards, looking concussed.

Charlotte’s not much different. Crawling on hands and knees to a clear bit of bed, she collapses in a

sweating, gasping heap of leather, cum and hair.

I fling out a hand to hold hers. “Bit off more than you could chew, do you think?”

She mumbles something incoherent.

Beth seems a shade closer to sanity. “D’you think you’d want to do it again?”

Three male heads pop up, watching closely.

Finger-combing sweaty locks back from her face, Charlotte sits up. “Um… maybe not for a while.” Her

breathing settles and a smile spreads over her face. “It was great. But, once is enough, at least for

now.”

The smile widens. “Besides, I’m going to have to be careful for a while.” Her fingers tighten on mine.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Ah, Babe…” I roll up, wrapping my arms around her holding her to me. “That’s great.”

Richard sits up. “Congratulations, Charlotte. And thank you for a… unique… experience.”

She beams. “My pleasure. And now… Ahhh…” She leans back against the bedhead. “Will someone

please help me out of these boots. It creased me up kneeling in them.”

*****

JAMES

I tap on the door.

Klempner lies propped up in bed, looking much more comfortable, and certainly more genial, than

when last I saw him. Papers lie in neat stacks beside an open laptop. Table and blankets are scattered

with sheaves of handwritten notes, printed sheets and photographs. Some document or other lies

before him, annotated jottings in the margin.

But Klempner’s not reading or apparently working. Instead, he stares into space, plucking at a lip.

“Larry?”

He startles, sliding a file to cover the photos, then relaxes as he realises it’s me. “My apologies, James.

I didn’t see you there.”

“How are you feeling now?”

Klempner groans. "I'm getting bored with that question."

"I imagine you are. You going to answer it?"

“What’s the phrase they use? As well as can be expected.”

“I recall you once warning me if I got things wrong, I'd feel like I'd been hit by a rhino. From that, I rather

assumed that meant you wouldn't go playing tag with twenty-wheeler trucks.”

He frowns. “Twenty-wheeler? Is that what hit me?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“No, thank God. It was just a car, but it could have been.” I gesture over his stacks of files and

documents. “You've been busy.”

He speaks calmly. “The commissioner was kind enough to supply copies of the documentation he has

relating to Harkness.”

“And?”

“And it's… uncomfortable reading. Giving me food for thought.” He pauses, his gaze turning distant

again as he exhales, long and slow.

“Would you like a knife to sharpen or a gun to dismantle?”

His lips quirk. “I doubt the nurse would approve. Or Mitch for that matter. And given that Stanton is

liable to appear at unexpected moments…”

“I take your point. So, what are you thinking about?”

His eyes are bleak. “Parents who turn their children into monsters.”

Christ…