Each of the women took their time having me. Each of them controlled the tempo, duration, and ultimately, the orgasm. Each of them required that I cum inside of them, and clearly as time wore on, this became more and more difficult to achieve. So when the original injection had worn off, I was offered the honeyed liquid once again. This time, I eagerly drank it down.
The mysterious honey-like liquid, coupled with the glorious determination of these spectacular women, made it all possible over the long, long night. I don't know where the cum came from, but the stamina had to be the result of their potion.
I was completely connected to the experience of being systematically gang raped by these twelve determined goddesses, yet somehow the guilt of cheating on my wife had subsided. I could not explain it.
Eventually, the effects of the liquid ended. I was permitted to emerge from the dream-like state the drugs had given me. Though I had regained full mobility to my legs, I was still securely bound at the wrists and ankles, though the restraints had been changed to the softest of nylon stockings.
As the pink mists cleared from my vision, I could see twelve women crowded around me in various poses on the bed. They were closely packed around me, all of them dressed in various forms of silk or nylon bodystockings. Many also wore (what I now knew to be) fully-fashioned stockings with garters, or holdups. Each of them wore concerned looks on their faces - there was none of the sexual aggression I had felt earlier. Each was touching me in some way and their touches were gentle and, one could almost say, loving.
Two of the women each had a hand on my still-erect cock. Their hands came to together at the fingertips and nearly touched at their wrists to completely encircle it. They were slowly, almost dreamily stroking its full length. My shaft was gooey with gobs and gobs of lube, eliminating any friction. The skill and the carefully-applied pressure the women administered gave me intense pleasure. How, I can't know, because having cum so many times already it was baffling to me that I could still be enjoying this. And yet I lay back, bathing in the ultimate ecstasy of gorgeous and skillful women ritualistically edging me, keeping me right at the brink of oblivion. Fingers from one of the hands was expertly working into the soft orgasmic glans of my shaft, and when I looked into her eyes, she wore a knowing smile as she licked her lips in anticipation. She seemed to know exactly where I was in the orgasmic cycle and she was determined to hold me there.
As I gazed down at the erotic sight before me, I was startled at the sight of my dick. Of course it was still hard, and covered in goo, but there was something else.
My cock had grown. It looked to be a foot long and easily two inches thick. I've always been well endowed, but this? How had this happened?
It had to be the drug these women had given me.
As one of the women who was stroking my dick turned to scoop up more lube, the women parted at the foot of the bed and an ethereally beautiful woman appeared - the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. The most beautiful woman in the universe, without a shred of doubt. A true goddess, she was fully outfitted in a glossy nylon transparent body stocking, cut low to her navel. A glittering transparent nylon cape encircled her shoulders and billowed softly to her knees. She wore a lace corset that squeezed her breasts, making them huge and spectacular. The corset had twelve garters on each leg, and she wore the vintage silk stockings I had swooned over that Friday night. Her long, athletic, gorgeous legs reflected the candlelight in eerie, distorted shapes. The welts of her silk stockings were elaborately stitched with whirlpool designs inlaid around their circumference. The whirlpools were spinning with dizzying speed, each one rotating in opposing direction to the one beside it.
She had thick masses of jet-black hair, falling to her tiny waist. Her eyes were enormous dark pools of infinite glass. Her makeup was expertly crafted, her lips full and glossy crimson, her cheeks hollow. She regarded me for a moment, and then crawled onto the bed, advancing towards me, between my legs.
"Larissa," I cried. "I'm so glad to see you darling. What's going on..."
"Shhhh," my wife said. She put a shiny black fingernail to her lips as she moved up my body and centered herself above my now-enormous cock. With Larissa on her knees and holding my gaze, one of the other women grabbed my dick with both hands and pointed it at the ceiling. Larissa opened her mouth. Drool escaped from her lips and splattered onto the head of my engorged prick. In an instant, she dove down and her mouth closed around my shaft. Again with agonizing slowness, her ruby lips slipped down its length, her tongue digging deeply into the soft erogenous zone of my glans. Within a few seconds, she had swallowed me whole and she kept it there, deep throating my massive member, working her tongue, and roiling her mouth with a soft swallowing motion, as if she hadn't enough of me. And all this time, her gaze never left my eyes.
And then her head began to move faster up and down my shaft, and she worked it with love, enthusiasm, and ultimate skill. This was looking to be a fabulous blowjob and she'd never done it better.
The silence in the room was utterly complete, save for the slobbery sucking sounds of my wife's lips around my iron shaft. Every few moments she would release me and turn her head to lick my shaft from top to bottom, never once breaking eye contact, her eyes huge and filled with lust.
The women all were leaning in a tight circle around us, staring mutely at Larissa's mouth and my cock. Several were fingering themselves.
When Larissa surely sensed that I was close, she rose up and crawled further up my body to straddle my groin.
The women who had been stroking me, now held my dick vertical. They pointed it at my wife's vagina. With agonizing slowness, she sank down on my shaft, a millimeter at a time, swallowing me whole while every eye watched, their faces rapturous, their eyes unblinking, as they stared at the vision of my cock slowly disappearing into my wife's cunt. One woman couldn't restrain herself and she dove under Larissa and licked the side of my dick before it disappeared into my wife's slick hole. The women were all holding hands now, completing a circle around Larissa and me. As one, they began to sing. Their voices were deep and melodious, almost chanting, and yet somehow, the sounds seemed to come from the pit of hell.
I had initially worried she wouldn't be able to take the entire length and girth of my newly-enlarged member, but as she continued to engulf me deep inside her vagina, she bent down to stare into my eyes and all I could see was her desire. When at last she had bottomed out, my wife began the ritual of rising and falling on my shaft, each cycle lasting as much as twenty seconds, or more. The women's eyes were all transfixed on the sight of my shaft repeatedly disappearing and reappearing below my wife's cunt, and they continued their chanting.
Larissa knew exactly how to keep me at an extremely high level of arousal, so close to the edge but not falling over. Restrained as I was, I could not urge her forward or thrust in any meaningful way to speed up the orgasm for which I was getting desperate.
After what appeared to be at least thirty minutes of my wife's systematic rape of me, she seemed to make a decision. At the bottom of a cycle, when she had me fully inside of her, she lay flat atop of me, and pressed her lips to mine. Her kiss was deep and full, and her tongue swirled inside my mouth with the luscious passion of a woman truly in love.
As we kissed, she closed her legs, crossing them at the ankles to lock me inside of her.
I felt the bed being jostled all around us. I peered through the masses of my wife's hair spread around my head. The women had all climbed onto the bed and closed in around us, each gently laying their heads on Larissa's back and legs, or into my neck, caressing and hugging the two of us as Larissa's kinetic cunt built us slowly and deliberately.
Larissa had stopped stroking my shaft as soon as she had lain prone upon my body. Now the inner walls of her vagina closed in around my cock and began to squeeze in a series of undulations up and down its length. The entrance to her sheath clamped tightly to the base of my cock and my shaft was flooded with a hot, heavy liquid. No movement was apparent from the outside, but inside her cunt was a seething, roiling, vibrating tube of hot flesh, violently bringing me so close to the ultimate climax.
When she must have deemed me ready, she rose herself up, her hands on my chest, then turned her head, first left, then right, as if in signal. Her cunt was still stroking me, yet her honeyed juices held me fast, as if to build the power of the explosion to come. Larissa then leaned forward and squeezed her magnificent breasts up and out and lowered them over my face. In my ear she whispered a single word: "Cum." At that exact moment, as if a switch had been tripped deep inside my brain, I blew my load. Her cunt worked my shaft, drawing spasm after spasm out of me. She reared back in utter joy and I could see it coming, a gusher of epic proportions. Her cunt blew out my softening dick with the explosive force of a pressure washer.