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Jennifer and Allison – Part 2

If you’d like to start from the beginning, please check out the previous story, entitled “Jennifer and Allison – part 1.” My stories are an attempt to bring an exciting read to people who aren’t into incest and pedophilia. Honestly, who gets off on that gross stuff, anyway? As always, your constructive criticism or compliments are welcomed.

My New Mother-in-Law

My New Mother-in-Law
I had just remarried after a hasty elopement. I had yet to meet the new mother-in-law. I had heard she was absolutely furious with me for not going through the motions of a proper wedding. I had done it all before and my new wife, Esther, wasn’t keen on an elaborate one either.
The first meeting was therefore following our holiday after the registry office wedding. Esther’s parents were due to come to our new home in London at the weekend, so we decided to go the whole hog and treat them to a serious dinner.
Edith and Jason arrived promptly by car from their country home in Berkshire about 30 miles outside London. They were a little stiff with me and greeted Esther profusely with hugs and kisses. I had taken their coats. Edith wore a cotton dress with much jewellery about her. However what struck me was her body shape. She was like a diamond with the widest point at her hips. I was stunned by that shape. Her breasts were fairly full too as a nice cleavage gave the evidence. She noticed my eyes taking in her shape too as she quickly took me in but then deflected her gaze back to Esther.
I immediately recognized she would enter my head as a sexual being whom I could well be very preoccupied with. This did not augur well for my relationship with Esther which was very sexual but in a rather conventional manner. I had decided to push my kinks into the background in favour of a wonderful emotional relationship with her.
They both thawed as the evening progressed partly through the wine and conversation but also because they saw that I wasn’t just a bloke, but could cook very well and was dearly loved by Esther.
Edith did notice my occasional quick gazes at her cleavage. Did I notice her leaning forward sometimes to emphasise a point, giving me a gorgeous fill of her profuse tits? As the evening progressed I had numerous opportunities to view each of them in various leanings. Esther and Jason were delightfully unaware of my sexual scrutiny of those tits. Why did I refer to them as tits I wondered? Perhaps it was because she was raising the old Ian in me for really dirty sex again.
After dinner I followed her into the living room and scanned her backside. It was truly wide – hence the dark cotton dress to hide her sheer volume. However it brought out the horny in me. I just imagined going in there with a vengeance. My stiffy was pressing against my pants like the old times. With Esther I sat opposite Edith and Jason, wondering how she got such an archaic name like Edith but was fascinated by the site of her solidly wide thighs beneath that dress and with what appeared to be stockings rather than tights. Glorious. More dirty thoughts.
Esther held the stage with stories about our holiday. Edith must have seen my hasty glances. She crossed her legs. Yes definitely stockings.
Here was a woman in her late 50s giving me, I’m sure, the come on. But was I sure? I know she didn’t like swearing and I had sworn over dinner to her obvious distaste. Esther had warned me too. She was also politically very conservative and reactionary in her views so there were some topics I had just to avoid. She was in no way a modern woman. She had not worked since her twenties, preferring the lifestyle of the home bird. Yet she didn’t admonish me for my furtive views of her body.
She wasn’t too many men’s tastes either. That body shape was not a real come on to most men I was sure and she may have felt ‘over the hill’ as well. She didn’t hesitate to be critical too, suggesting at one point that perhaps I should go easy on the wine. Fortunately Esther intervened with a diplomatic reply that diverted attention from the critique. I could have launched into a withering response to that remark but for some reason held back. I didn’t want to alienate her for my own good filthy reasons. I would have to have her but had no idea just how I would go about it.
The other feature of the evening was how well Esther got on with her father. She hadn’t seen him for weeks and they were delighted to be in each other’s company again. An only child, she was daddy’s dearest. I was also surprised by how physically warm they were with each other. The contrast was obvious compared to how he was with Edith. I suddenly realised why they hadn’t noticed my furtive glances at Edith. They were too ensconced with each other. I decided to clock the thoughts I had and wait.
The evening finished with relationships improved and anger at me gone in the shared revelry of the evening. They were both pleased their daughter hadn’t been stolen from them and Edith was less hostile to me at least.
Esther congratulated me on the success of the evening. We celebrated by a very emotional fuck in our usual missionary position. I did note that as I was cuming I thought of my new sex object, Edith. I usually fingered Esther to her cum to coincide with mine by attending to her clit, which was very responsive. Rarely did we engage in oral sex either way. She didn’t really want to be that tactile with me.
A few days later at work the operator put a call through to me that took me by complete surprise. It was Edith.
“Ian we need to talk. When can you come to see me? Jason is away for a few days. It would be best here I think.”
I rapidly realised that this was not something I could share with Esther. This was confirmed by her suggesting I find time when I could otherwise be at work. I asked her if she could give me a headline as to what she wanted to talk to me about. No was her response. I told her I could be there tomorrow about 12 noon.
That evening Esther gave no sign that she was in on the phone call and I said nothing. In bed I wondered what it could be. My obvious fantasy I had to put aside in case it was not going to be the case. I also imagined she was still angry with me and was going to give me a dressing down.
Leaving the office about 1030 I drove out to Berkshire and the village they lived in. It was my first time there, a fact that I would have to deny in future. The house was detached in its own grounds, well established and at least one hundred years old. I parked and rang the bell.
Edith came to the door and very warmly welcomed me in and gave me a peck on the cheek. She was dressed in exactly the same outfit as the other evening, except one more button was undone at the front giving a bit more cleavage.
Coffee was ready as we sat in her lounge, me in an armchair and her on a lush sofa opposite. We exchanged polite pleasantries as if I was a visiting sales rep. I decided to cut the crap and asked what this was all about? What did she want to talk about?
“Ian, I noticed you looking at me the other night. It disturbed me. I am not used to being looked at like that.”
“How did it disturb you Edith?” I wanted to make her sweat this out.
“I felt you were being critical of how I looked Ian.”
“What do you mean by critical Edith?”
“Somehow my body offended you.”
“How could your body possibly offend me?”
“I don’t feel attractive and I felt you somehow didn’t like the way I look.”
“How do you feel about your body Edith?”
“I don’t feel attractive Ian.”
“And?”
“I am fat and have curves in all the wrong places.”
“Would you like to be attractive to men?”
“It’s probably too late but yes I would.”
“And Jason?”
“Don’t go there Ian.”
“Would you like me to be attracted to you Edith?” She hesitated before replying.
“I can’t say.”
“I’ll be more specific. Would you like me to be sexually attracted to you Edith?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Supposing that’s the reason why I was looking at you the other night?”
“Oh Ian I tried to think that might have been the reason but didn’t dare think it.”
“But you did dare to think it Edith. That’s why you phoned me isn’t it? I noticed her smiling and blushing beautifully.
“Did you dare to let yourself get excited about that idea Edith?”
“Yes Ian I did.”
“Have you been masturbating about it too?”
“Oh Ian I am not used to someone being so bold and coming out with such an idea.”
“Well?”
“Yes Ian I did.”
“Good.”
“What do you want Edith?”
“I want to know how you find me sexually attractive Ian.”
“Come here Edith.” She stood up and came toward me. She stood in front of me about three feet from my chair. Her arms dropped uncertainly by her sides. I tossed a cushion on the floor between my knees and invited her to kneel on it in front of me. She took the invitation and did just that ensuring that the hem of her dress didn’t get tucked under her knees. Her face was slightly below mine and very close. I felt like mauling her breasts. I placed my hands firmly across her breasts and held them, squeezing them to let her know I wanted them.
“You enjoyed showing your tits to me the other night with that dirty cleavage didn’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Lift em out.” She undid the remaining buttons and exposed her bra’d tits to me as she pulled the upper part of her dress back. She waited for me. I waited. She then took the hint and lifted them from her bra, exposing her full tits to my gaze. I took hold of her hardened nipples between my fingers and tightened my hold till she visibly winced at the pressure I put on them. But no complaint emanated from her.
Using one hand I tilted her head back. She was unsure of me. Her mouth was open. I put my lips and tongue to hers and pushed into her mouth. She squirmed in delight as she responded with her tongue. This more than anything must have convinced her I was serious in my pursuit of her body. I continued squeezing her nipples as I held her head below me in a tight embrace, sharing our oral drool with each other.
I stopped and leaned back leaving her looking dishevelled but luscious in her releasing sexuality. She was hungry and wanting.
“Open my zipper Edith.”
Tentatively but without any hesitation she leaned forward and sought my zipper, letting her hand brush against my stiff cock up against the trouser. Slowly she pulled it down. My pants pushed out.
“Get it out.” She couldn’t have expected me to be so forward but she didn’t demur in my demand on her. She released my stiffened hardon to view, just looking at it with some astonishment that we had gone this far so rapidly.
“Would you like to play with it Edith? I took her hand and curled it around my cock. She held it very lightly, as if it were porcelain. I let her just get used to it.
“How long is it since you touched a new cock?”
“Years Ian.”
“Then take your time and enjoy. We aren’t in a hurry are we?”
She took both hands and caressed the soft flesh covering my stiffened member. I was relishing this. I didn’t need to be rushed nor did she.
She explored down the shaft until she reached my balls and ran her hands round them and up again with more confidence. She looked into my eyes for reassurance and found it. She just glowed, beginning to realise that what she had been almost frightened to imagine was actually happening to her in her late 50s. She was like a child with a new toy.
“Oh Ian it’s wonderful to have a hard cock in my hand to be able to play with, that’s it’s hard because of me maybe.”
“No maybe Edith. This erection is because of you and the effect you are having on me.” She radiated a smile I had not seen before. Her face had lost that distant hardness she came with the other evening.
“Would you like put your lips round it?”
She lowered her head as I watched her open mouth descend to my cut cock. Sticking her tongue out she licked the head slowly curling it round my most sensitive part. This was not something she was doing out of obligation, an ‘ought.’ This was a woman who had been starved of sexual contact who was finding, for perhaps the first time that she could actually enjoy it and relish in it. Instinctively she was picking up my relish for mutual sex and loving it.
I had to stop her I didn’t want to cum in her mouth which I wanted and knew I would do. So I got her to pause.
“Is this what you imagined sex might be like with me?”
“It’s so long since anyone has come on to me that I was too scared even to think what it would be like.”
“I have an idea. As we aren’t in a rush I would like you to go back to the sofa and talk dirty with me.” She hesitated but acquiesced and returned to the sofa.
“Leave your lovely tits on display, yes just like that above your bra.”
“Oh Ian please play with yourself I love to watch you masturbating. I can tell you I didn’t really want to leave it alone.”
“How did you like your tongue round my prick Edith?”
“I haven’t done that since I was a teenager in the back of a car and it wasn’t nice I can tell you. He forced me, but I want it with you.”
“Edith open your thighs so your feet are well apart. Good that’s lovely. Now slowly lift up your dress for me, slowly up your thighs. Gorgeous what magnificent powerful thighs. Oh I just love those stockings and the belt you’ve got on. Wider now. Fuck that’s fantastic. Now tease me Edith.”
Slowly she let her hands stroke her stockings above her knees enjoying this exhibitionism. She looked as if it was a novel experience for her and she was tentative but beginning to relish it. She continued smoothing her hands over her thighs above the stockings. I was rubbing myself. She didn’t take her eyes of mine and my prick.
Then a moment I hadn’t expected. She lifted the dress gradually above her thighs. She kept the dress in the middle between her thighs. Revealed was the start of her very wide hips. She must be wearing a g-string or narrow panty.
Then she removed the rest of the dress up completely. I was being gifted a sight I could not have anticipated. Before I arrived she had decided not to wear any panties. Now I had the view of her cunt completely open to my view with a magnificent hairy bush surrounding but not covering her thick lips that drooped a good inch or so below her cunt. I raised my gaze to her face. She had uncertainty and caution written all over her.
“Edith you are a delicious dirty woman with the most beautiful hairy cunt. I just love it and want to get in amongst those wonderful long lips with my mouth.”
“Ian I was so excited and scared this morning when I decided to leave off my panties. I so wanted to give myself to you but was frightened you wouldn’t want me. I still can’t really believe it.”
“Your cunt is soaking too. Show me your clit. That’s it wider now. Oh fuck I just love it. Edith you are fucking gorgeous and I am a very lucky guy to have clocked such a hidden gem. I am going to be really dirty now. Run your finger along your cunt and up to your clit. So wet, so wet. Lick your finger Edith.”
She took her finger and put it very firmly in her mouth to suck the juices she had collected.
“You’re a natural Edith. Now lift your legs up on the sofa and open them wide. Fuck. Hold open your cheeks for me. God a beautiful dark hole that I shall want to kiss.”
“Oh Ian I’m not sure I can take all this at once. You’ve hardly touched me and yet you’re telling me things I couldn’t put into words myself let alone think about.”
“You’re not embarrassed though are you Edith?”
“Ian it’s just new to me that’s all. Don’t change Ian. Take me with you I fuck-ing love it. Oh god I don’t usually swear either. I’ve been such a straight laced bitch but this is so exciting and dirty. I want you to be as dirty as you like with me Ian.
“Stand up Edith. Good now let’s get rid of your dress. Keep on the rest of your clothes except I think we’ll take of bra and free up your tits.”
She stood there in her heels, stockings and garters looking radiant yet shy. I held her head in my hands and slowly kissed her lips and pressed my tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue responded as if she was a rampant teenager having been starved of sexual affection. She hugged me tightly almost unwilling to believe this was happening. I turned her round to view her hips and arse from the rear. This is what had convinced me of how sexual I felt about her when I first met her. She wanted me to be dirty so I was going to now. I gently pushed her over the sofa so that her huge bum was revealed in its superb expanse. She really was the diamond I had first observed that night. She was now bent over with her arse sticking out and her knees on the cushions and wide too. I bent down. I still had my clothes on and wanted them off. But this was too tempting.
I now had a complete panorama of her open arse with a very clean fissure of wrinkled tight brown skin that was the entrance to her delicious rectum. I took a risk. As I bent down I held her firm but voluminous cheeks open and placed my tongue right on the centre of her hole at its tightest.
I then licked and pierced just a little to let her know how dirty I could be on our first outing.
“Oh Ian how can your kiss and lick me there? No one has ever done that to me. Thank god I cleaned myself just before you arrived. Oh it’s so lovely. More Ian, I want more of this, please.”
I lifted myself up and turned her head toward me and kissed her again on her lips, pushing my tongue in her mouth. She was stunned by my action but responded with verve too.
“Oh and I wouldn’t have complained if you weren’t so clean there either.”
She smiled rather quizzically at that remark.
We collapsed together on the sofa, hugging and holding each other. She started to pull my clothes off me taking in my body as she explored. I wanted to take her now but with my mouth.
Lie back Edith with your thighs over the edge of the sofa. Naked I knelt down in front of her and opened her thighs as I pulled her nearer the edge. Fingering her cunt opening I stroked her outside on those elongated lips that distended below her. I slipped a finger inside her cunt. Her reaction was to sigh and coo as if it was new to her. I would get her to open up later as to how she looked after herself.
Bending down I swept my fingers along her sloppy groove relishing in the sheer wetness before me. I could see her eyes on me wondering what I was going to do next. I leaned down further and slipped my tongue along one of her lengthy lips, then drew it into my mouth to swirl it around my mouth. She sighed and held my head tight.
Moving across to the other one I took a little bite. She yelped but didn’t tell me to desist. I continued slurping my mouth around her cunt entrance, sweeping me tongue up her entrance.
I then concentrated on her clit, slipping the tip of my tongue indirectly round the edge, circling the quite pronounced hardness. She was incredibly responsive. As I increased the pace, I slipped my other hand toward her other hole under her hips. She lifted slightly to make access easier. She was learning fast. I placed my index finger just near the entrance to her rectum at the sphincter and held it there so as not to distract her.
“Oh Ian you are fucking wonderful. This is so good. I never thought you would be like this. Don’t stop will you? Yes I’m nearly there don’t stop. Oh yes give it to me yes oh yes, I’m there Ian fantastic yes, yes. Yes.”
She went right over and lifted her arse completely off the sofa as she came on my tongue pressing with some force now on her clit. She had to stop me it became so intense. I slipped back a bit, still fingering her rear hole steadily.
Slowly she calmed down. She pulled my up to her mouth to kiss me with a passion I would not have anticipated. She must have bruised my lips in her intensity.
My finger was still in her arse hole.
“Do you want to go there Ian?”
“Where do want me to cum Edith?”
“As long as I can have you often Ian anywhere you like. My mouth? My cunt? Where you are now? Yes I know Ian. Do it fuck me there. I am a virgin. No one’s even tried me there. I’m scared but I trust you.”
“Edith I will fuck you wherever you wish me to and I do want all your holes. But yes I do want you there. Now.”
“Ian help me. I haven’t the slightest idea what to do except I imagine it will hurt me but I want it too. I want you to break my virginity there most of all. Ian you are teaching me to be so open and dirty and filthy I think I am getting a real taste for all this. But I warn you I am realising I can be voracious. I won’t want to let you off the hook from now on.”
“Let’s not worry about after today. Wait I have something in my jacket pocket that will help.”
I rose naked to get my elixir that I carried around for such contingencies and returned to one perplexed yet curious Edith. She examined it closely reading about it as a special lubricant (far superior to KY). I suggested she press a little onto her finger. She did and realised how smooth and effective it could be. My prick was waiting stiff as board having still to cum myself. She suddenly knew what to do, creaming the translucent liquid over my prick, covering all of my hardon.
“Easy Edith I will lose it like that it’s so sensitive to the liquid.”
She leaned forward and lightly kissed my glans. “It’s sweet Ian, not bad at all.”
“Get on your knees Edith on the sofa.”
“Stop Ian I want you in my bed now.”
She took my hand and we stepped upstairs with me behind her engrossed in her hips as her cheeks jostled together encased in her suspender belt with her stockings halfway up her luscious thighs, still with her heels on. I gave her bum a playful smack on the way. She turned and beamed at me. “Yes I could be into that too Ian.”
She paused at her bedroom door. “Ian you’re the first man other than Jason to go here. It is hugely important to me.”
“I realise that Edith. Let’s enjoy.”
She went to her bed and threw the bedcovers back to the sheets. Kneeling facing me, she demanded the lubricant and turned away from me. Leaning over she squeezed some in her hand and swept her hand back behind to her open inviting crevice.
“Stop Edith. Wait. Don’t do it yet.” She looked back at me a little doubtful. I placed my hands on her cheeks and pushed my face in between starting to lick her brown creases with my tongue doing my best to saliva her entrance as well as enjoy the intimacy of our joining here. She realised and held her hand closed trying to keep the liquid in her hand whilst murmuring her pleasure at my intrusion. I continued for a few moments then leaned back, suggesting she now do what she intended to supplement my saliva.
She lubed the area of her rectum and I noticed how she tentatively pressed her finger on her sphincter to smear herself.
I lifted her head toward me to plant another anally exploring mouth on hers. She beamed her affection at me. I then withdrew from her mouth to concentrate on my precious task.
“Put your head down on the pillow Edith.”
This had the effect of raising her hole more in line with my hardon which was very close. I would have to be careful with me as well as her.
“Ian you will be careful with me wont you?
“Just tell me Edith when you need me to stop.”
I felt very stiff and wanted to take her hard. I started pressing against her brown hole with its creases drawing me inward. She was much more amenable than I thought taking my head in with little effort.
“Oh Ian I feel like I need to do a shit, such a funny feeling but it can’t be can it?”
I didn’t answer but continued to press on holding her wide buttocks in my hands and relishing the feel of those enormous hips and the sight of my prick beginning to make a real penetration of her rectum.
“Are you there Ian? It certainly feels like it. Oh it hurts but don’t stop will you?”
“I won’t stop Edith, no I certainly won’t.
Suddenly I found space and intense warmth. I was now up against her buttocks and firmly inside her arsehole. Fuck this is good. I increased my pace fucking her buttocks and slapping her hard with both hands as I found myself getting more aggressive with her, hitting her runt with as much strength as I could muster.
“I wanted you as soon as I set eyes on you Edith. You looked such a stuck up bitch that needed a good arse fuck. And now you’re getting it and I love it just love it.”
“Ian so do I, so do I. You’re just what I need Ian – someone to take control of me and sexually control me. I fucking love it and you’re beating me to, as hard as you like I can take it.”
I kept fucking her like it was to be my last time I just didn’t want to stop. The rhythm we got into helped me keep from cuming and I realised she was rubbing her clit herself whilst I beat her with my hands and broke her in for the first time with my anal fucking of her. I could sense she was getting near and wanted to coincide with her. I didn’t allude to it but waited still pumping in and out of her anus I knew I would be returning to.
Suddenly she let out a great wail. I pumped harder squeezing her buttocks together to heighten the tension. Yes we were there together cuming like two adolescents. The sheer joy in her voice echoed her pleasure at being desired for the first time in probably years. The climax of our cum saw her flat on the mattress with me banging into her hole. We remained still and complete in each other’s revelry.
Slowly I let my prick slide out of her sphincter to let her hug me when she turned over. She wanted to look at my prick.
“Ian it’s so clean. I thought it would be dirty and brown but it isn’t is it?
“You’re welcome to taste it Edith.” Would she take up my challenge? She met it again by getting down to my waist and taking the now limp stick in her hand and drawing to her mouth to taste, licking the remaining cum from my head. She then came up to my mouth and we shared the remnants of her anal intrusion and my cum.
We must have snoozed awhile. Edith woke first and went to the bathroom. She returned with a smile on her face as I woke with her standing next to me. I felt you’re cum dribbling out Ian. But I let it go down the loo.
We decided to dress and get out to feed ourselves at a local restaurant. She was acknowledged by the staff and I received a polite nod. She was invited to choose a table and chose one in the corner. On the way she met a neighbour. I was introduced as the son-in-law. All very respectable.
She was in a glowing mood.
“That was more than wonderful Ian. I shall want more you realise.”
“I shall too Edith. How shall we achieve it though?”
“It might be easier than you think Ian.”
“How? Perhaps I’m being a bit thick Edith.”
“Ian where is Esther today?”
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“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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I wrote this for my partner, Claire, and – although she is a rather private person – my darling has said that I can post it here and share my joy with you. I hope you like it as much as she did when she read it (and even half as much as I did when it happened!).