Incest/Taboo The Jewel of Desire

They looked sharp going through the new drills their coach had prepared. Standing at the center of the net he fed them balls short and deep, to both backhands and forehands. Dee was hitting through the ball like she did when she captained her college tennis team. Julie was quicker. She was taking much longer strides, now covering the court in half the time, than before. After exhausting all their practice balls, the drill was suspended while they collected the approximately 150 balls. Carl climbed down from the bleachers. "They're looking pretty good don't you think? Have you seen any improvement?

Dee and Julie were excited that Carl had made time to watch their training. They were so focused they hadn't seen him until now. Dee ran to greet her husband. There were still about forty balls to be picked up. Although they shared the same bed, they'd not had any real time to talk or fuck in several days.

"They were pretty good when we began, individually. Now they are a very good team. I'd go as far as to say they are probably the best nonprofessional players I've ever coached. But you didn't hear that from me."

Returning with her baskets of neon yellow tennis balls, Julie dumped them into the main basket and greeted Carl with a modest peck on the cheek. "Why don't we call it a night. You ladies have earned it. Good practice." They thanked the coach and Carl escorted them to the opposite side of the court where they stuffed their rackets in their bags and toweled off. The coach gathered his things and pushed his cart back to his locker. Being near their master both women were burning with lust. The adjacent courts were busy with teens and a few parents watching their kids practice. They had to temper their desires. Carl noticed how much Julie's body had changed since his last visit. Her ass looked awesome, much smaller. The cellulite had melted off her thighs, and long legs looked strong and shapely. Her breasts had grown nicely. He couldn't tell for sure, but she was showing off a nice bit of cleavage.

Although Dee wanted to be with Carl alone, she asked her tennis partner to stop by the house on her way home to see if she agreed on the matching outfits they intended to wear for the tournament. Not that an excuse was needed. They both wanted to fuck their master. Dee wanted to show her husband how much control she had over her former rival. He of course was always ready to fuck. However, he was torn, he wanted to talk to Dee privately. But Julie was looking more fuckable with each glance. Besides he needed to see her naked and approve her tit growth.

Upon arriving at the house, as Dee spoke to her husband, Julie stripped and assumed the submissive position. She was on her knees with her hands on her neck and knees spread. To say that Carl was both surprised and pleased would have been an understatement. "Look at what I've done with my tennis rival," Dee said as Carl smiled broadly it was all the praise she required. Feeling his cock through his trousers, it was obvious to Dee that he was hard and ready. She had all sorts of teasing planned for Julie, more focused on look but don't touch, and then she realized that Carl would dictate the pace and who would get fucked first and other decisions. Like Julie she would be submissive if that is what was demanded at the moment.

Approaching Julie, still on her knees, he admired how nice her tits were coming in. Despite the exaggeration from having them push outward due to her position, he could tell they would soon be at the desired size. Lifting them he felt their weight. Squeezing them Julie squealed softly as he played with her nipples but didn't say a word. With her eyes she pleaded to be allowed to speak. Seeing Carl's nod she said, "Master, may I please suck your cock?" With Carl's approval, she went about freeing his large cock and giving it all her attention.

Meanwhile, Dee had stripped and came up behind her husband as Julie began sucking the head of his massive cock. Dee rubbed her tits against him, then dragged her nipples across his body until she found his face. He quickly captured her tongue with his mouth, and they kissed. Caressing her magnificent breasts, she fondled his balls while Julie licked all around his cock.

The jewel was correct, he felt much stronger than before. He felt like he could fuck all day and night holding off until he decided to come.

Always a great lover, Dee was even more interested in what made Carl happy than her own sexual satisfaction. She embraced being bisexual because she knew that Carl loved seeing her with other women, there would never be another man for her. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she was gay or just following her husband's wishes.

Soon both she and Julie were sharing his cock and balls. He was large and Julie couldn't take more than the head into her mouth. Her jaw ached, but she wasn't ready to give up. He pulled out and pushed her to her back and Dee lined up his cock as he pushed deep into Julie as she squealed with delight. As he began his routine of slow fucking strokes. Dee squatted over Julie's face, lowering her beautiful cunt until she was sitting on her face. That seemed to excite him, and he began fucking her faster. It didn't take long before she came screaming loudly, prolonging her pleasure.

Dee was in position; Carl pulled his cock out and into his wife in a single motion. It had been a few days since she'd been with him, and he felt thicker than the last time. Julie played with Dee's tits as he worked his cock into his wife the way she loved him to fuck her. With the added sensation of her nipples being sucked Dee came quickly. And once more with a single motion he moved from his wife's pussy to Julie's. He wasn't slowing down, in fact pumped her faster. Everything was becoming too much for the younger woman. Julie was only strokes away from cumming as Carl pummeled her pussy like a jackhammer. Screaming Julie came hard and shoved her tongue as deep as she could into Dee's pussy, causing Dee to come only seconds behind her.

He could have held off indefinitely. But he needed time to talk to Dee. If he came they could send Julie home happily fucked. He surrendered and filled Julie's womb with his load with a loud roar.

Pulling out of her, she leaped forward to suck his shrinking cock. Dee spread Julie's legs wide, eager to retrieve her husband's load. As she searched for every drop of his cum, she managed to get Julie off again. As Dee and Carl cuddled, Julie decided to take her leave of her favorite couple, pulling on her tennis wear, she said her goodbyes and let herself out.

Once they were alone, Carl fondled Dee's magnificent breasts sucking on one nipple then the next, putting Dee in the mood for some old fashion love making. This time Carl did all the things he knew Dee loved, taking his time as he thought back on their long life together. Dee shook and shuddered as she came moaning loudly. When Carl didn't stop she came again and again until she had to beg him to stop. When he did she squeezed him tightly with her kegels and her arms.

"That was something," she said. "You haven't made love to me like that in a while. Too busy fucking all of your women? I don't mind, I get to fuck them too. Funny, I'm not jealous. I love it, but I love it when you make love to me like that."

"You are and always will be my first and only love," Carl said as Dee rested her head on Carl's hairy chest, and he gently stroked her face.

"I've some news. I guess you could call it a development of sorts," he paused not really sure how to tell her, "I've suspected it for some time, but now it's been confirmed."

Hearing the seriousness in his voice Dee sat up quickly, her tits bounced on her chest as she stared into his eyes. Carl knew that look; Dee had switched to the analytical side of her brain ready for whatever came next.

"It's about the jewel," he tried to soften it. "It's alive. That doesn't quite capture the meaning. Said another way...it's sentient. It speaks to me telepathically. At first just a word or phrase, but today we had a complete conversation." He studied her face; she seemed to accept it as a fact, not questioning the statement.

"What does it want? Let me guess, for you to convert more women for us to fuck?" She sounded jealous. Studying her face Carl could see that is wasn't really jealousy but loneliness. She missed the intimate time they once shared, particularly after the last several minutes. Carl could see it and it hurt him that their life had changed so much.

"A simple fix," the jewel said in Carl's mind. "Give Dee her own day, a special time with you that only she gets. Make it consistent, like every Wednesday, make it a full twenty-four hours, and call it Dee Day, if you like."

Dee looked at him strangely, "It's talking to you now, isn't it? What is it saying?"

Sharing their conversation and observations, Carl told her of their plan to make her feel less lonely. A smile slowly spread across her lips, stopping and then disappearing. "I like that, but it means that the rest of the time you'll be off fucking someone else, sharing their bed, perhaps even not coming home for days at a time." She paused. "To what end? What does it want?"

The explanation didn't surprise her, few things did these days. Her mind was sharp, sharper than before. "It thinks that I, ah...we are thinking too small. We could become bigger...we could become wealthy and influential; we could have everything we ever wanted and more."

"All I've ever wanted was to be with you and grow old together," Dee said as her voice betrayed her true feelings. Carl too didn't want much more than that, he knew it was true.

"No, you want more. You want to meet new people, you want to fuck and become a powerful man. You want things you never dreamed you could have. Accept this new fact," the jewel insisted forcefully immediately crushing Carl's prior thoughts and feelings.

"Now tell her," the jewel said. "She'll accept it if you tell her to."

"No darling, you want more. You want this amazing new lifestyle that I will show you. I'll even let you fuck men; I know you want that."

Dee was shaken with the reality that Carl shared. "It was true. How did he know? Of course I want to fuck other men. I'm a very desirable woman, why shouldn't I be allowed to fuck other men. I'll still get to eat my share of pussy, but I'll get to sample a variety of different cocks, too."

The smile reappeared on Dee's face, but it was different. A smile that Carl had never seen in their forty years of marriage together, she'd been changed.

"It would be interesting to meet new people in a more intimate setting. I do wonder what it would be like to be with other men. Can they measure up to you?"

Carl smiled. "I'm glad you agree. We've been invited to just such a party. Gail mentioned to me she'd like us to attend."

The jewel glowed brightly from within the suede pouch Carl carried it in, had he or Dee been watching they would have seen the glow change from the bright blue to a bright red as it radiated from the right pocket of his trousers as they lay on the floor.

The rest of the week went by smoothly and quickly. Carl met Dee for lunch on Wednesday, now dubbed D-Day, and before returning to UNLV met briefly with three of the named partners privately. Unknown to each Carl carried the jewel in his pocket. The meetings went quickly, no more than seven or eight minutes, plenty of time to convert the partners. Carl was becoming so good at the seduction that it could have gone faster, but curious, Carl added the simple question, "Tell me your secrets," allowing the victims to confide in Carl the way they would to their own trusted advisor.

It wasn't long before Carl had acquired a great deal of useful information. Carl learned that firm founder and CEO Eric Blumenthal was a closeted gay man. As a result, leaving his wife to have many affairs before settling on the life of a closet lesbian. They had accumulated significant wealth and enjoyed traveling and swinging when they got bored. What Carl knew was enough to coerce the wealthy man into doing anything Carl wanted, but since he was already under Carl's control that wouldn't be necessary.

The others had interesting secrets, too. Both had been cheating on their spouses and one had actually impregnated his mistress and was now supporting her and their young child. It was dull things, not that Carl expected anything huge, but through those connections he'd get closer to where he was going. They'd call him periodically, following their programing. What Carl didn't know was that life within the firm would be changed forever, too. Since he'd converted the administration of the firm, as he strategically infiltrated it, the administrative assistant became more open about some secrets they'd kept hidden.

Only a few knew that Blumenthal was gay. His executive assistant and a young brilliant paralegal that Blumenthal had hired. Occasionally, he'd ask his administrative assistant to send in his paralegal. During that time, he would "blow" the CEO and if time permitted they'd fuck. The extra chore was negatively impacting the paralegal's training. The next time Blumenthal made his request, the young man was in court. So, his administrative assistant took it upon herself to fill the request. She was an older woman, only a few years from retirement. She'd been with the firm for decades. She was very good at her job, to the point of being indispensable. She was thin, fit, and androgynous. At first Blumenthal objected, but she insisted that she could help. She'd kept her hair short, wore a sports coat she borrowed. It hid her tits from view and gave the illusion that she was indeed a male. When her boss exploded in her mouth it was clear that she'd solved an important firm problem and would allow the young paralegal to pursue his career goals, if only having to occasionally satisfy the CEO.

It wasn't long before other administrative assistants found themselves tending to their bosses in similar manners, including Dee and the other female executives. Business never suffered, but it became a common secret among the staff that sex would be permitted as long as it was discreet and hidden.

At the end of the day, Carl often would return home to find naked women sunning themselves or cooling off in his pool. They were friends of their neighbor Sandy who would often be among them. They would immediately be attracted to him by the pheromones he emitted, he'd fuck them then convert them. Sometimes reverse the order depending on the level of desire they possessed.

Carl was spending less time teaching. He'd converted his student teacher Maxx, who getting valuable experience. With the help of the UNLV administrative department which Carl easily overpowered, Carl searched the database for influential and wealthy families of coeds and alumni.

It was hard to understand how, but all of the women Carl had been fucking understood their place in the pecking order. Some saw him on a regular basis, enjoying his large cock in any hole he desired, while others wouldn't see him for weeks. Yet when they did they were more than willing to show him their loyal devotion for any length of time they could have with him. When their time was over they'd revert to their normal routine more loyal than ever.

Then there were a handful like Sarah Riley who didn't know where they stood. Long ago she became infatuated with Carl, now she knew it was love. She expressed it as best she could, but he would never leave Dee and she knew his circle of women had increased. She'd taste the remains of different women every time she blew him between classes or when he'd stop by her home at the odd hours he was now keeping. Like most of the other women, her body changed for the better. She'd lost the extra inches she'd put on due to her poor eating habits and lack of exercise. Her ass and tits firmed up and she'd begun taking tennis lessons. Still just a beginner, she hoped to one day play well enough to partner with Carl for a tournament, but that was years away. Nevertheless, it motivated her to improve and work harder.

At first she'd see Carl on a regular basis, Tuesdays but then it became more irregular and sometimes it would be days before she's seen him and longer between fucks. She kept her disappointment to herself and was eager and happy with any attention she'd receive.

Carl's body grew stronger every day, as if he were spending hours in the gym and in a way he was. At least that's what his body believed. While he slept, ninety minutes each night his mind would exercise each muscle group as if Carl was pumping iron himself. At first when he awoke he'd be tired. After a few days, he got used to it and the results were spectacular. His washboard abs and muscle definition made him look like a cross between an Olympic swimmer and a bodybuilder. He gained ten pounds of muscle, making his clothes look fabulous on him. He managed to squeeze in a few hours of tennis three times a week, playing singles with important people and mixed doubles. His charms were magnified and the addicting pheromones he emitted had every woman within a hundred yards wet and ready to fuck.

The day of their first swinger's party had finally arrived. Although a little nervous, Dee was excited. She'd been allowed to fuck other men, something she'd never done since marrying Carl over forty years ago. No one would recognize or believe the two had been married that long. The jewel's effect on them was like that of the mythical Fountain of Youth, both looked closer to their late thirties than the mid-sixties.

Waking early Dee did something she rarely did in the morning, because Carl was usually the first one up she rarely had the opportunity, but she pulled his flaccid cock to her face and began to suck and lick until his massive cock was too big for her to engulf any longer. Carl somehow remained asleep, unaware of his wife's efforts. He was pointing to the ceiling and Dee couldn't resist the opportunity to slide her wet folds over the swaying tower of power. Facing him she lowered herself down allowing him to open her which she often found the most pleasurable part of fucking him, the first moments of being entered. Then she slid slowly down his shaft letting gravity dictate the pace. She bottomed out leaving an inch or more of his cock outside. Had he gotten bigger, she wondered. It was possible; the jewel had performed all sorts of changes on them. Placing her hands on his sculptured abs she lifted her pussy off as slowly as she could before dropping on it again, submerging the big cock as deep as it could go. On the third stroke, Carl began to stir and grabbed her hips as she continued. "I was wondering when you'd wake." She intensified her strokes, as his cock was quickly moving her closer to a very pleasurable conclusion. "Hey babe, It's been years since you woke me this way, mmmm....," he sighed remember fondly those days. He now had more pussy than the teenage Carl could have ever imagined. Dee kept up the pace and began moaning alerting both that her passion would be arriving any second. One more stroke and she broke, screaming loudly as she came hard.

Carl thought her more beautiful when she came, the passion on her face surrendering to her pleasure. Taking control Carl grabbed her by her fine ass and fucked her hard and forcefully. It appeared to be exactly what she needed and wanted. As she came again, Carl chose to release his own passion roaring loudly. Being a workday the two didn't cuddle long. It was a court day and she needed time to prepare, afterwards she'd planned to get a bikini wax to ensure she was ready for every male or female that would see her old snatch.

As for Carl, he decided to spend the day at UNLV and take some of the load off his student teacher. Maxx was a bright and gifted student. He was becoming a very good instructor, which didn't hurt his popularity on campus. As a black male he'd had to put up with the accusations that the only reason he got accepted to the university was because of "Affirmative Action". Of course, nothing could have been further from the truth. He'd been a great student all his life, never bringing home anything less than a "B+" on his report cards.

In his senior year it was that B+ that knocked him out of contention for both valedictorian and salutatorian. He'd never forget that. In fact, that is what fueled his passion. Some said it was his racist calculous teacher that couldn't stomach the black teen acing his class and knew anything less than a solid "A" would hurt Maxx's GPA and knock him out of contention. But he was having none of it. He learned early on from his family that you take responsibilities for your actions and blame no one when you don't reach your goal. You simply learn from your shortcomings.

The opportunity to teach, lecture and grade papers allowed him to display his talents and leadership. By which he proved daily that he not only deserved to be here, but he was also a trail blazer.

So, it wasn't surprising that he was both astonished and saddened to see his mentor and professor arrive that morning. He hoped he didn't let it show. It was his class after all. Since his conversion he'd worshiped the man. Carl liked Maxx from the start. Discovering he was meticulous in his lesson planning and his research. It was because of that he'd given him much more freedom to create and lecture. Which in turn gave him more confidence in himself.

Like his mentor Maxx was most interested in mineralogy, which focused on the scientific study of the chemistry, crystal structure, and physical (including optical) properties of minerals and mineralized artifacts. Once he saw the gem, the black opal he became obsessed with learning more about it. This particular one was found in the mines of Lightning Ridge, a small town in New South Wales, Australia. However, none of the pictures he found had anything close to resembling Carl's gem. He needed more data. This would become his project to learn as much as he could about it, though it would remain his secret.
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