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The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 01

By: HarveyMarcus



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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This tale starts immediately after "Office Mating Ch. 3" where I got reinstated to my Director position by my boss's boss and met Clara's latest visiting niece Rose, a runner with strong legs who had a lesbian incident with her coach and was vehemently against letting me probe her pussy with my prick. I mean, what's with young women these days, anyway?

* * * * * * * * * *

The next morning I awoke with thoughts of Rose, my neighbor Clara's niece, who got some great oral attention but rejected the thought of full-on sex. Maybe I'd be lucky; Clara would work her over with a vibrator and send her home, artificially satisfied. 

My day was all planned out: bowling in the morning with Smith and Jones, and then Harriett's return with her British assistant. And, if I were very lucky, somewhere in between or during, I'd find a young woman who'd appreciate eight inches of the Midwest's finest man sausage. There had to be at least ONE!

Smith hadn't been thrilled with the idea of bowling at ten A. M., just as the lanes opened. There wouldn't be many pretty young female bowlers to ogle, and his favorite waitress wouldn't be working that early in the day. Maybe she'd be in class at a local university or working her day job. None of us knew who she was or what he life was like when she wasn't dolled up in her waitress uniform at the alley.

I got out the old bowling bag, dusted off my Black Beauty ball and knocked the cobwebs out of my shoes. I'd had the same size feet since college, when I first bought that gear. Other bowlers probably considered them antiques, belonging in a locked glass case in some bowling museum, but they still worked for me. And the shoes saved me a few bucks on rentals when my buddies and me went out to the local lanes.

Traffic was moderate, putting me at the bowling establishment a few minutes early. The guy behind the counter, with his name Stan embroidered on his shirt, was still doing opening duties when I asked for a pair of lanes, so Smith and Jones and I would have some elbowroom. And, if I were off target, I'd just be throwing my ball down an alley we'd rented.

"Bar's closed," Stan muttered. "Snack Bar is open, though."

A folding metal gate blocked entrance to the normally dimly lit bar area. Neon flickered to life down the way at the Snack Bar counter, as somebody turned up that roller device that slowly cooked hot dogs to death. Heat lamps were tanning yesterday's nacho chips, and the smell of oil meant that popcorn would soon be available.

Smith came through the door just after my conversation with the clerk. "Hey, Harv, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" The greeting was punctuated by a hard slam on the back, one that contained more aggression than warm feeling. What did he have against me? I punched Smith's shoulder, and didn't pull it. He smiled but rubbed the point of impact.

Jones was through the door a minute behind Smith. "Hey Harvey." No physical contact, just a wave.

We jockeyed for position, taking seats around the electronic scoring desk. Combined, the smell of our socks and shoes polluted the air for six lanes in either direction. It took us no more than three frames each before we ran out of things to talk about, so the barb trading began. Smith wanted to know if I was gaining weight.

I ignored his question and parried. "Too bad the bar is closed. You won't have a chance to flirt with your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend. I just like looking up her skirt, and she doesn't mind as long as she gets tipped for her trouble."

I held back a reply about how he might think about giving her a different tip, the tip of his dick, as she bent over. No need to flaunt my promiscuity with these two blabbermouths.

Smith asked about Annie, and I gave him some bullshit about her success at college. The truth was, I wasn't plugged into her schooling, just her coed pals. About half a dozen of them, one at a time back on my birthday. 

"Jaqi is coming into town next weekend. She said if I saw you to say 'Hi.'" Smith wasn't happy about being the message courier, given his sour expression.

"Tell her 'Hi' back. What is she now, a senior?"

"Yeah, graduates next year. No more college bills, thank God. Too bad the job market is in the toilet. She'll probably come home and live off her old man." Smith wasn't too happy with that idea either. He put his emotions into his next roll, which splattered the ten pins in all directions.

"You know, Jaqi has a thing for you," said Jones.

Smith strutted back from his strike and aimed a finger at me. "Listen, you stay away from my kid." His face was redder than his favorite Christmas-themed bowling shirt, the one with "Ball Busters" on the back.

I raised my hands in surrender. "Sure. No problem. I don't expect we'll be running into each other. I don't hang out in the same places as college kids." Not that the idea hadn't crossed my mind.

Smith seemed to take me at my word, maybe the first time, and calmed down. However, from that point on he bowled awful. Maybe the mere idea of his daughter and me threw off the rest of his game. He didn't mark for the rest of the line.

We'd just started our third game when I saw the bend-over waitress come in and converse with Stan the opener. She was in a t-shirt and jeans. "Hey, look who's here." I pointed.

Smith dropped his ball at the sight of his favorite server.

"Hey, watch it!" hollered Jones. "I only got two feet."

The waitress looked over at the commotion, recognized us - I knew because she smiled - and headed straight to our lanes. She waltzed down two steps into our field of play. Unlike when she was working as a waitress, she had no make-up on, a distinct improvement. More pretty, less slutty. "Hi." It was a breathless sound, more exhaled than spoken.

"Smith here didn't recognize you in civvies," said Jones.

"Oh, maybe this would be more familiar." She turned to face away and bent at the waist. Even with jeans on, we all knew just how fine an ass she had. We'd seen it peeking out from her short black waitress uniform lots of times. She straightened, and so did my cock. "You're early today. Guess I won't have the chance to play our little game. Unless-" She approached Smith and took his chin between her thumb and index finger, "you'd like a cup of coffee."

Smith swallowed hard but didn't disengage from her light grasp. "Sure. Bring some for these two Bozos, too."

Her eyes rolled back and she shook her head. Her brown hair waved like the starting flag at the Indianapolis Five Hundred. "I'm off duty. What I meant was, would you like to go for a cup of coffee? With me?"

Smith looked at me and Jones. Shit, she was offering Smith the chance of a lifetime, to make good on his lecherous flirtations and have some quality time with a sexy young woman. I'd have accepted in a microsecond. But she'd asked Smith.

"Uhhhh," stammered Smith. "There's a Starbucks on the corner."

"Let's go to my place," she replied. "I make a mean latte, with milk that's really hot." The last word was a sharp exhale.

Shit! She was inviting him to her place? For coffee? For a bend over and fuck me, more likely.

She didn't wait for a reply. She led Smith away from our lanes, up the stairs and out the door. Any resistance on his part was feeble, because she led him out the door despite their relative differences in height and strength. Must not have been trying too hard to get away. I didn't blame him one bit. I shook my head. "I guess Smith forfeits this line." We had a standing deal, loser pays.

"He left his street shoes," said Jones. "I'll hold onto them for him. And his ball."

The young woman would be caring for Smith's balls within the hour. I was sure of it.

Jones paid for all three lines. I didn't have to outrun the bear; I just had to outrun one of my companions. 

* * *

I was jealous that the sexy waitress picked Smith instead of me. I probably wouldn't have gone with her anyway, afraid to expose my promiscuous nature to my big-mouthed buddies. But the incident sparked lascivious thoughts. When I caught a glimpse of Sgt. Papa's Bytes and Pieces alongside the highway below me, I remembered the stealth videos of mismatched fathers and daughters that Zenellis had captured during his invitation-only encounter in Wisconsin. All at once, my curiosity overflowed about those videos. They were safely stored on four hard disks in my basement crawl space. I'd need a RAID drive cabinet to reassemble them into a useful configuration. In my town, the obvious place to shop for such an item was Sgt. Papa's used electronics emporium. I had time for a quick stop. Harriett and her Brit assistant wouldn't arrive for hours. 

I swerved onto the immediately available exit ramp but made a sharp left turn before it became a highway merge lane. Just down the access road, his store was a rusty Quonset hut with a faded and flaked hand-painted sign that had seen better days. I parked on the gravel patch that served as his lot. Several cars were present. Maybe the Sarge was having a sale.

An electric chime played Revile as I swung the door open. Over a dozen long tables held mounds of surplus electronics, wires, batteries, motors, and logic boards for computers whose companies had long since disappeared but who lived on in my t-shirt collection. At the far counter, Sgt. Papa stood proud in his military short-sleeved shirt and matching cap. The caricature of his face on the sign depicted a younger proprietor. He was in an intense conversation with a young woman whose back was towards me. Only when her arm swooped her dark hair back did I see the blonde streak. Damn, he was tailing to Nashta, the pizza delivery girl. 

I casually strolled towards them. Sgt. Papa glanced towards me, away from the young lady and the white MacBook covered with stickers on the counter. "I'll be with ya' in a minute, fella."

Nashta's hand was stroking the old Mac. She didn't look up. 

"That's okay. Just curious what you've got here."

Nashta turned her head, her eyes wide, and stumbled back. "You!"

"I leave my house sometimes. Whatcha shopping for?"

She patted the MacBook. "I need computer for school."

"Listen, we're doing business here, fella. If you'd kindly wait your turn, this won't take long." Sgt. Papa held up his palm, intended to stop my interference. 

Which made me all the more interested in their discussion. I had a feeling Sgt. Papa was going to take an inappropriate amount of Nashta's hard earned money. Not that old Sarge was a crook. Maybe just not the most trustworthy guy in town. "I know this young woman."

"Yes. He Mister Large Sausage."

The Sarge smiled. "Quite a nickname, fella."

"Nashta delivers pizzas to my house." I took hold of the computer, which was plugged in behind the counter. "That's my usual order."

"If you say so." The Sarge snickered, but then noticed I was opening the lid of the Mac. The tip of the power adapter cable glowed orange. The battery was charging, maybe because the Mac had been on the shelf for a while. Positive interpretation. Or maybe something more serious. "I'm just going to check this out if you don't mind."

The Sarge pressed his lips together. He wasn't appreciating my intervention. Nashta wore a concerned look. "Is okay?"

Clicking on the Apple, then About, the MacBook had been upgraded to one gig of memory. I clicked on More info and examined the power statistics. The battery had been cycled over five hundred times. The chemicals inside were long dead. "How much are you asking for this antique?"

"It works fine. Perfect for school. Five hundred." The Sarge crossed his arms. Not a happy soldier.

"Four hundred would be too much. And she'll have to buy a replacement battery for about one hundred thirty. Three fifty is a fairer price, and at that, you're making a few bucks." He probably got the computer from a school liquidation for a hundred, once of those One Student One Computer lease programs.

"Okay, three fifty, plus one hundred for the power adapter."

I ran my hand along the cord. It was dirty and rough. The owner hadn't been gentle. "A new one is only seventy nine. But you'll throw this one in, just because you're a nice guy, right?"

Sgt. Papa growled. "Okay, three fifty including the power cable. Final price."

Nashta smiled and dug deep into the pocket of her tight jeans. She retrieved a fistful of crumpled cash. We watched as she flattened the bills: singles, fives, tens and an occasional twenty.

"Three hundred and fifty," she announced with a smile.

"And you'll eat the tax for this promising student," I suggested.

Nashta put her hand on my chest. It was the first time she'd touched me. I looked down at her thin fingers and polished nails. "No. I pay tax." She counted out thirty-four more singles.

He unplugged the machine and the screen went black. Yep, the battery was shot.

Nashta smiled. "Is okay. I use plugged in." She pulled at my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. Not a peck. A long warm smooch. 

I was sorely tempted to turn my head ninety degrees, to feel those firm lips against mine. But a public display of affection in front of Sgt. Papa was ill advised. He already thought the two of us knew each other intimately. No need to feed that fantasy.

"I repay you. I promise." Her grin lit up the room. With MacBook in her arms, the power cord dangling after her, Nashta ran for her car, the same one she delivered pizzas in. I stood a bit taller for having done a good deed for a deserving young woman, with no sex involved.

"Now, for me," I said.

"Huh?" Sgt. Papa dragged his eyes from the departing young woman's behind and tilted his cap.

"I need a four-slot RAID array box, SATA drives with a SCSI interface." I had an old PowerMac perfect as the host.

"Hmmm. Might be hard to find." Sgt. Papa disappeared down a deep thin aisle. A few minutes later he waddled back to the counter holding the exact item I'd requested. "You're a lucky fella. I have just this one."

It had a familiar logo - a black Z on top of a hound's-tooth pattern. "Where did you get this?"

"At a liquidation sale. Some company went belly up." Sgt. Papa hoisted his pants over his beer belly but they didn't reach.

Given the distinct logo, the drive bay had been used by Zenellis in his company. Maybe the exact one that had housed the drives I'd confiscated. "I'll take it."

"Five hundred bucks." He grinned.

The guy probably had a stack of them in back. "You wouldn't be able to get me a few more, would you? I'm putting together a small data center." My turn to be less than honest.

"I probably could. How many?"

I made a guess. "Twenty?"

His eyes gleamed. "Hang on."

He vanished down the same aisle and came back almost immediately. "I moved a few crates and guess what I found? I got a pallet of these babies in prime condition. And I'll let you have them all for two hundred a piece."

Two hundred times twenty would be a windfall sale for a place like the Sarge's. "Tell you what." I pulled two crisp one hundred dollar bills from my wallet's secret pocket and put them on the table. Then I placed Sgt. Papa's hand on the bills. That left the RAID box unencumbered for me to heft from the counter. "I'll try this one out and if it works like you say, I'll be back for the other nineteen."

Sgt. Papa sputtered as I walked away. He shouted something as I pushed the door open with my foot, but Reveille announcing my departure drown him out.

* * *

After putting the RAID hardware downstairs on a folding table, my new makeshift computer desk, I swept the house for remnants of my porn collection I'd taken out and forgotten to put away. Harriett was ignorant of my adult reading and photographic materials, and her first day back was not the time for her to learn, especially with a houseguest in tow. I crawled into the attic and repositioned my collection of paperback books and magazines deep behind a stack of abandoned plywood and framing. 

I was as nervous as a schoolboy preparing for a first date even though Winifred and I would never have that kind of relationship. If my rule prohibiting sexual relations with co-workers had failed in the past - and it had - then it couldn't fail with my wife's assistant. I'd been on the wrong side of blackmail and I didn't relish the possibility of another instance. This was just too close to home.

I recalled Harriett's comments about Winifred Cummings, the college grad with no place to live. 'It'll be like having another daughter without all of that messy stuff.' Yeah, like sex and pregnancy. 

I dressed down, cotton drawstring shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't want to give Harriett the impression I'd gone out of my way to look special, and I didn't care what kind of impression I made on Winifred as long it wasn't the attraction kind.

Harriett's leased Lexus pulled into the driveway. My coupe and her sedan occupied the garage. My heart was beating like a drum solo. How would living with a stranger affect my life? Not in a good way, I was certain. Harriett came through the front door all smiles and giggles. Of course she was happy. I'd be grinning too if Tashun allocated me a company car allowance. Although it wouldn't be a Lexus sedan. The cheap bastard might not have even paid for a Chevy subcompact.

"I'm back!" Harriett shrieked. I was standing right in front of her, no need to announce. She waved both arms as if in a parade, then stepped aside. One look at Winifred and I sighed with relief. One time I'd seen a commercial for the TV show 'Super Nanny' where a British woman invades a family, makes the parents feel inadequate and terrorizes the children. Anyway, Winifred looked like a younger version of the title character. Except with darker and bushier eyebrows, frizzier hair escaping from a bun, puffier cheeks, and a cleft in her round chin. Otherwise identical. And she was yawning like a hippo.

She wasn't my type! I didn't know there were any females who occupied that category until Winnie came across the threshold. Winifred was even chunkier than Anita the pretend Little John from my birthday celebration who was a bit heavier than my usual. Not even a flinch from my dick. I was safe.

"Harvey, this is Winifred my new assistant."

There hadn't been an old assistant. "Hi," I said.

Winifred yipped as she closed her mouth. "How do you do?" 

Harriett joined Winifred in yawning. "That trans-Atlantic return flight was so noisy. I couldn't catch a wink of sleep." 

Huh? I thought Harriett had been at a convention on the East coast. "You were overseas?"

"Yes, at headquarters. They flew me out suddenly in the middle of the conference, introduced me to the worldwide marketing manager, and assigned Winifred to me. I told you England is where Winifred is from originally."

Winnie spoke up. "Yes, quite, but I attended business school in Boston."

I was angry and jealous and confused all at the same time. Harriett's employer flew her out to headquarters in the UK so she could meet the brass? And they assigned her an assistant? I'd never been outside the continental United States except for a few hours on the Canadian side of the Ambassador Bridge when I was in Detroit, and that was no big deal. Just a movie and dinner with a blind date.


The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 01



"We're both going straight to bed," said Harriett.

Together? Had Harriett gone lezzy? 

"Put Winifred's bags in Anna's room," she continued.

"So where will Annie sleep? When she's home on break?" In bed with me when you're not here? But then Winifred would be gone and Annie's bed would be available. Sometimes I confuse myself.

"Anna won't be coming home for break. She's going to visit - how many were there? - five or six friends at their homes."

I'd hoped that Annie would earn a few bucks during break to help with her college tuition, room and board. "A great way to avoid working." Five or six? The same girls that had their way with me? Would she pay them back by fucking their fathers? I'd bet on it and I'm not a betting man.

"May I freshen?" asked Winnie. "And then perhaps a bite to eat?"

"Sure. Follow Harvey upstairs. The bathroom is just across from Anna's room."

I took one suitcase in each hand and trudged upstairs. The third step groaned twice: once with my weight plus the two bags and again when Winnie stepped on it. 

"Oh my! Does it always do that?"

"Yep. Step lightly." An impossible task, given her heft. 

Winnie made a right into the bathroom while I turned left and put down the bags. 

Harriett was at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for me with her lecture look. "I want you on your best behavior. Winifred is an absolute gem. She does things even before I ask. I'll beat quotas this quarter for sure with her help. Which means a nice fat bonus."

Nice and fat described both Harriett and Winnie. It was unlikely that either of them lost weight during their travels. Eating at restaurants provides less meal control. "I'm always a nice guy. Just remember that this is our home, not boarding house. Winnie will need to make some accommodations too."

The last sentence was delivered to Harriett's back. What she had to say was vital. What I had to say was worthless. I followed her into the kitchen.

Harriett chattered on, expecting to hang on her very word. "I'm busier than ever. We have clients to call on, all over the country. But I insisted on coming home for a couple of weeks."

Did Harriett miss me? She made it sound like she'd done me a favor. "How come?"

"Don't you remember anything?" She waved the top page of our fridge-sized calendar hard enough to create a breeze. "We have Emanuel's Bar Mitzvah and Peri's wedding."

Sure, two upcoming family events were the draw, not her husband. "Oh yeah, the next two weekends."

"Speaking of family events, how was your visit with Anna? For your birthday, I mean." Harriett puttered around the kitchen, moving items an inch one way or the other on the counter.

"Fine." All of the attention my dick got from Annie's dorm mates had left it red and sensitive, but I'd healed.

Harriett opened and shut various cupboard doors. "She told me she had a surprise planned. What was it?"

"A sampling," I said. Of several of her friends.

"You didn't over-do it, did you? Your eyes are always bigger than your stomach."

And around those coeds, my cock was bigger than normal, sticking out below my belly. 

Harriett clucked her tongue. "I'd wager you did. Did Annie make everything herself?"

I hadn't made it with Annie. She was off with what-was-his-name. "Her friends helped." Besides the girls Annie had recruited, I'd added Inga, Claudia and Robin. "And I may have overindulged a bit."

"See, do I know you or what?" Harriett rummaged through the fridge contents. 

I hadn't been dutiful in shopping while Harriett was away. Occasionally I'd buy milk for breakfast cereal, and some cold cuts for sandwiches and snacks.

Harriett peeked around the fridge door. "Speaking of food, you didn't plan anything for dinner tonight, did you? Never mind, I'll whip up something. Leave it to Harriett to take care of things."

There wasn't much for Harriett to work with, but that never stopped her before. The doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anybody.

When I opened the door, Nashta stood there in her uniform of jacket and jeans. In her hand, my usual - a large sausage pizza. She grinned a lovely smile. "For you. No charge."

I took the box from Nashta. Harriett joined me at the door. I'd been caught red-handed with contraband in a cardboard container. "You know this stuff is poison, don't you?"

"You not alone. Other peoples?" asked Nashta.

Harriett leaned over my shoulder to get closer. "You know each other?"

"She's delivered here before. We got a coupon in the mail a few weeks ago and I decided to support a local business. But there's been some mistake. I didn't order this."

Nashta's smile disintegrated. "No mistake. Present."

This was Nashta's pay-back for getting her a better price on her MacBook.

"Why would you get a present from -" Harriett read the name on the cardboard box. "-One Hot Piece? What kind of name is that? What, are you in their frequent buyer's program?"

"No. Just once." That was a lie. I hoped Nashta wouldn't contradict again.

Nashta stood speechless, shaking. Harriett scared her. Not an atypical response, which is why I was surprised that Harriett had been successful with clients. "Sorry." Nashta ran from my doorstep, muttering something in her native tongue.

I pointed at the retreating young woman. "See what you did? You frightened her."

"So what? She's only a pizza delivery person. Maybe she'll stay away. Your health is more important than her feelings. Throw that thing out. I'm going to check on Winifred."

"Okay." I waited until Harriett walked upstairs before sneaking the pizza into the basement. Nashta had paid for it with her own limited funds, and I was not about to waste her money. Besides, cold pizza is good the next day. Or even the day after that.

The door rang. Had Nashta forgotten something? As I ran upstairs, I prayed for someone else to be at the door. Inga looking to get laid. One of Annie's friends in a negligee. Inga's father with a shotgun. Anybody.

Rose, Clara's niece, stood in jacket and skirt, her athletic legs on display. "Hi. Got a minute?"

I was delighted at the prospect of getting my hands on that young lady but not with two chaperones in the house. The third stair groaned. Without looking, I knew Harriett or Winifred was behind me. "For your portrait sitting? Of course. Right this way." I glanced back and saw the Brit. "I promised I'd take a few shots." My last shot at taking a shot between Rose's legs had failed.

"You're a photographer then? Harriett told me you were a computer systems person. I thought we might have a chance to talk about technology and your experiences-"

"Maybe some time, but now I really have to-"

The stair groaned again. "Hello." Harriett joined the growing throng in the foyer. "And you are-"

"Rose. I'm visiting my Aunt Clara across the street and I need to see Dr. Marcus because-"

Harriett snorted. "Doctor?"

I intervened. "I'm taking a few photos of Rose for her portfolio. She's an athlete. Just a favor for a neighbor." My hand gently on her back, I hustled Rose to the door leading down one flight. "Besides, you're always telling me to use my equipment." There'd be no chance to use my equipment with Rose. Too much risk with two folks rumbling around upstairs. "We'll be in my studio." 

"You mean the basement? Don't be too long. I've got dinner in the oven."

As Rose descended, she looked back at me. "She's huge!"

I didn't know if she meant Harriett or Winifred. I guessed the latter. "My wife's assistant." I assumed the sway of Rose's ass was unintentional, but I could have been wrong. At the bottom of the stairs, Rose opened the door and stepped through. I followed and shut the door behind me. There was no lock or I would have latched it.

Just around the corner, I'd set up the backdrop and lights I'd borrowed from Angie at the Underwuud Studio. While Harriett had been away, I scrounged a few wooden skids for a platform, and covered them with cheap plywood and remnants from a dumpster behind the discount carpet store. The backdrops flowed onto the platform, covering the patchwork of solids and patterns. My digital still camera, a point and shoot model, was mounted to a professional tripod. A maple stool sat in front of the dark brown backdrop.

Rose faced me and drew an invisible circle on the floor with her pointed foot. "I'm sorry about my behavior. I should have showed more respect."

I wandered towards the camera. "You didn't break anything, not even my morale. And you're not the first patient who got angry with me." I needed to keep up the ruse of being a physician.

"Oh. I wasn't angry. Just startled and really confused. That's why I came over. Aunt Clara said I should talk my confusion out with you. You were pretty cool discussing private stuff before."

Actually, I'd been pretty hot. Hard and erect, ready to violate her. She was the one who was icy and uncooperative. And with a vise-tight pussy. "I'd be happy to. About your coach, right? Have a seat."

Rose approached the stool, clasped her hands, rubbed her thighs, folded her arms then grasped the stool and sat down. "Well, actually, there's more. God, I've never told anybody the whole story. Not even Aunt Clara."

This was an unexpected twist. I thought Rose's confusion was about lesbian tendencies. "Go on, dear. I'll just get my camera ready."

"You mean you're actually going to take photos?" She ran fingers through her hair. The gesture made no difference, maybe because of the short length. "I'm not wearing make-up or anything."

I wondered if the 'anything' included underwear. "I'll need to have something to show my wife if she asks. Please, a few shots to give me cover."

"Okay. Maybe it'll help." She unzipped her jacket and threw it to the side. A plain blouse matched her plain face. "So, what happened was, after Coach went down on me, I was really confused. I mean, since I enjoyed it, was figured I was a lesbian."

"Turn your head a bit this way and lift your chin. Great. Go on."

"Since I was convinced I liked girls, I started looking at my teammates differently. You know, as partners?"

"Only natural." I looked at young women the same way.

"So I picked out one who really got me turned on, just thinking about her. I'm not going to tell you her name, okay?"

"Sure. Give me a nice natural smile." She did as directed. "Perfect." Maybe I could get her undressed. But then what? It would be too dangerous to do anything beyond kissing. And she was so tight, she'd probably scream her head off during sex.

"So after she broke a school record in the javelin, I hugged her congratulations and slipped her a quick kiss."

The image of Rose and another hottie kissing twitched my cock. "Turn your body a little. How did she react?"

"It was fine, seemed spontaneous even though I'd planned the whole thing. It felt sneaky, you know?"

"Not sneaky. Romantic. How about unbuttoning a bit?"

"Do you think that's okay? I mean, I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble." Her smile was that of a collaborator.

Rose was trouble all right, but I wasn't going to get into her. "Just the top few. We'll be careful."

"Why am I being so shy? You saw more yesterday. Now, where was I?"

I pulled back from the LCD viewfinder. "You'd hugged and kissed a young teammate."

She didn't stop with a few. She unbuttoned the whole blouse and left it hang there, giving me a peek at middle of her bare chest. "A couple of days later, I approached her in the shower. She has great breasts, not small like mine and a really nice ass."

No bra in sight. Was she planning on doing more than chatting? I wondered if she was wearing panties. "Your breasts are nice." I hadn't seen them.

"Really?" She pulled her blouse open. "These tiny things?"

They were small but perfectly round with nipples that pointed up, begging for a mouth to sample them. "They're beautiful." I wiped drool from the corner of my mouth.

"Thanks." Color rose in her cheeks. "Anyway, in the shower, I walked over and touched her. God, she exploded. I'd never heard such language from any of my teammates. I guess she was really upset, getting fondled by another female."

I thought about asking for the young woman's name and phone number. After Rose's description, her teammate's body sounded gorgeous. "So what did you do?"

"Well, I backed off and apologized. I was so embarrassed. I thought she'd be interested in me. I never thought it would be one-way, after we kissed and all."

Rose had kissed the javelin thrower, but hadn't said the kiss had been returned. "You'd been rejected. That must have felt awful."

"Yeah. Which gave me second thoughts about myself and about what Coach had done. I mean, maybe I wasn't attractive to other women." Her blouse waved as she talked with arm gestures.

"You're very attractive to me." Oops, a couple of words too many.

"Thanks." She pushed the blouse open and tucked it behind her, leaving her tits exposed. "I knew it was wrong for a teacher, even a coach, to engage a student sexually. You see it on the news all the time-"

"All too frequently. Chest out, please."

Rose thrust her shoulders back. "So I went to Vice Principal Weber, to tell him what happened before Justine- oh shit, I said her name- before she could report me. I mean, didn't I have to prevent Coach from doing the same thing to another girl?"

Some day, I'd have to meet Justine who likes men, not girls. "You did the right thing. What did he say?"

"At first, he was cold, almost like he didn't care. But then he asked for the specifics, and when I told him the details, including the part about Justine, he got all mushy, stroking my hair and hugging my shoulder. He was really touchy-feely, if you know what I mean."

"Uh huh." I sure did. I'd be performing my version of hands-on if there weren't two large women lurking upstairs.

"I told him there must be something wrong with me, that I was sending the wrong signals if Coach thought I was interested, which I wasn't. The vice principal said I was sending him signals too."

"Don't slouch. Sit up straighter. That's good."

Rose tilted her head. "Why are you taking pictures of me naked?"

"Not naked. Just exposed."

"Okay, but don't post them anywhere, okay? Anyway, he stood me up and gave me a hug. Tight." 

"Not romantic?" I wanted Rose in my arms, so I could feel her naked skin against mine. Nope, too much risk. 

"No, he treated me like I was some toy. He rubbed my breasts through my blouse and ran his fingers up my legs, up my skirt. Before I knew it, his fingers were inside my panties and he was probing my vagina." Her hands had drifted to her thighs, wide apart. Her skirt was dangerously high.

"I can't believe a vice principal would do such a thing." Even though I'd done it multiple times.

"It was awful. And then he unzipped his pants and forced me to kneel and take his thingy in my mouth." She made a yuck face.

I had to be sure. "His penis?"

She nodded. "How gross is that? And all the time he kept repeating how sexy I was and how turned on I got him, every time I walked by. Then, when I didn't suck him the way he wanted, he got angry and called me a slut and forced his penis deep into my throat. Even when I choked he didn't stop. I thought I was going up suffocate or pass out. I wished I did because then he would have stopped."

"Sounds like a real pervert."

"When he started wheezing, he practically fell into his swivel chair. I was completely humiliated. There's something wrong with me, I just know it. Maybe you can figure it out." One of Rose's hands had disappeared under her skirt.

"I'm glad we're talking through your issues. It's good for a young woman to understand her sexuality."

"But that's just it. I felt good when the coach touched me, and when Aunt Clara put her mouth on me, but also when the vice principal fingered me, and even when I sucked his thing. So am I gay or not?"

"Maybe you're bi."

"What's that?"

"Someone who appreciates the touch of a man or a woman."

"There's such a thing?"

"Oh yes." My cock was ready to burst from my pants. "From everything I've heard, you've been manipulated by two unscrupulous adults." Clara didn't count. I would have been delighted to be the third.

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" Rose looked around at the backdrop and lights. "Is this really your photo studio? You shoot others down here?"

Shoot in them, more likely, but not Rose with two chaperones in the house. Too much risk. "Yes, I've done photo shoots of many young women here." I lied. "Maybe someday, you might want to have someone create a portfolio for you. You're very pretty." No lie.

Rose shook her chest, her small breasts with enough mass to wiggle a bit. "And do you have them take off their clothes like you did me?"

"Most of the time." I wished.

I was prepared to ask her to pull up her skirt when Harriett's voice boomed from upstairs. "Harvey, dinner is ready. Come up now."

Harriett misplaced the word 'please' decades ago. Everything was a command. 

"Wait right here." I took the stairs two at a time, breathing heavily at the climb and the partially nude young woman downstairs. Why was Rose sticking around, half-dressed? More counseling? Certainly not sex.

Winifred was sitting at the kitchen island, eating what I thought was a small portion. She took up one entire side of the counter. Harriett handed me two plates with some concoction. "Maybe your friend would like some. Take a couple of bottles of water with you."

I skipped the water but carried the plates with forks dangling at the edges. We had pop in the basement fridge. When I got downstairs, Rose was on the bar stool wrapped in a sheet. I put the plates down hard and slammed the door at the bottom of the stairs, thinking about how I could block it shut. A chair? The RAID array box I'd just purchased? "What are you doing? Where are your clothes?"

"I figured it out." She pointed at the camera, next to which she'd neatly stacked her clothes. "You use photography to get your female patients comfortable. What a cool idea! And having them undress for pictures lets you administer the appropriate therapy. See, I'm pretty smart."

What a creative interpretation. Wrong but creative. And who was I to contradict? Besides, in an odd way, she was correct. "You've got me." Except she wouldn't, at least that night. "So you're expecting me to take more explicit photos now?"

"Why not, aren't I as pretty as the other girls? You said I was, didn't you?" The sheet was draped around her neck, flowing down her chest, both ends continuing and meeting between her thighs. That left her shoulders, sides, hips and all of her legs exposed.

"I deserved that." And maybe I deserved to get between those legs. Too bad that either of the women upstairs could come down unimpeded and catch us in the act. And since Rose was exceptionally tight, pussy-wise, there would be noise to draw their attention. I picked up one of the plates. "Want some dinner?"

"Nope. Ate before I came."

I would have loved to eat her like Clara had, just to make her cum. I took a forkful. The taste was ghastly. I put down the plate and fetched one slice of sausage pizza from the basement fridge. The cold dough, cheese and meat rescued my taste buds. I wiped some errant sauce from my chin.

"You're going to take pictures while we talk some more, right?"

God, if Harriett or Winifred came down, what would they think? A young woman wrapped only in a sheet? I'd be in a whole load of trouble. "Yes, but just a few more." I was certain that at some point, if she was any more exposed, I wouldn't be able to control myself. "Turn a little this way."

Rose gripped the sheet tightly. "I was thinking about the Vice Principal when you came close yesterday with your pants down. You know, vulnerable, even with Aunt Clara standing there."




The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 01



"And now?"

"Well, you're being really nice. And Aunt Clara explained things to me. Says you work together to help young women with their sexuality. Is that right?"

"Yes." Right into the sack.

"And she said I'd be a perfect subject because of all the trauma I've suffered." Rose waved the sheet back and forth across her chest, threatening to expose her breasts again.

Clara would say that. She'd say anything. "We don't force anybody to do anything they don't want to do. So you can walk out of here with a better understanding of yourself, and I'm good with that. No hard feelings." A hard-on but never mind that.

"Got it - free to choose. I choose stay." She rubbed the material against her naked body. "So, last night, what were you going to do before I stopped you?"

"I was going to massage other parts of your body." Outside and later inside if things went as planned.

"Including my chest?" She flapped the material that covered her breasts.

"Uh huh."

"So do you want to do continue where you left off? I mean touching me?"

The floor above us groaned. Winifred was on the move. Could I risk a sexual encounter with a houseguest?

Rose reacted to my hesitation. "Didn't you like it? You were eager at my aunt's house. You even dropped your pants."

"Aunt Clara doesn't have strangers wandering around. Strangers who might get upset-"

"Because you're counseling me? Too bad for them. We'll just have to pretend that I'm posing for you. That's okay isn't it?"

"I guess so, but we'll have to be prepared for a visit."

"No problem." She whipped the sheet open, exposing her nakedness, and just as quickly rewrapped herself. "See?" When she crossed her legs, the sheet tightened between her thighs. "I loved the feeling of your hands. Can you do that some more?"

"After a few leg shots." I unscrewed the camera from the tripod and moved closer, taking shots of her below the waist. 

Rose released her tight grip on the material and pulled one end of the sheet from her crotch. Half her groin was exposed, right up to her pussy. "How does this look through the lens, huh?" She slid the remaining material to the side and spread her legs, "Ta da!"

I snapped a few quick shots of her bare pubes. She was moist. My throat was dry. I croaked, "Very nice."

She let the sheet slide off her shoulders, falling behind her. She was naked except for the cotton blend draped across her back. "I prepared, you know. Aunt Clara used one of her bilbos on me, to stretch my vagina."

"Bilbos?"

"Yeah, hard rubber shaped like a penis."

"Oh, a dildo." Maybe Rose had taken an artificial dick, but that would hardly make much difference after only one time, no matter how vigorous. "And how did it feel?"

"She said not as good as the real thing. Can you get undressed? I'd like to see your real thing again."

"That's probably not a good idea, with my wife and her assistant around." As I delivered my protest, I took my clothes off. There would be no excuse good enough for Harriett if she came downstairs. Whatever Rose and I did would have to be fast and quiet. My erection bobbed and weaved in front of me. "There."

"Oh goodie. Are you hard enough? You look hard."

She was asking if I was ready to fuck her. "Not just yet. A few more pictures first, and a bit more conversation."

"Oh. Okay, I guess." She stared at my erection, her tongue licking her lips. Was she remembering sucking the Vice Principal's cock? "Look how fat it is. I think you're ready, all right." She gave me a stern look. "Do it, Doctor. Show me how the real thing feels."

"There are two women upstairs who won't understand what we're doing if they walk in. So we have to be very quiet."

"Oh, I get it. Doctor patient confidentiality. I'll be quiet. I promise. And I'll keep the sheet handy, to cover up."

I knelt down and moved my face between her thighs. I kissed her vaginal lips. She yipped, audibly. "Sorry."

I licked and nibbled, using my fingertips to spread her labia wide. Her hips jerked so bad she almost fell off the stool. The sheet fell to the floor behind her, out of reach. "Oh, oh, oooohhhh."

"Shhhhh."

"I will, if you'll just get on with it." She pushed me back and stood up, leaning against the stool, her legs spread wide. "Aunt Clara said you do great therapy from behind." She wiggled her butt. "Has she watched you do it?"

"Yes, at least once." I leaned close, one arm around her chest holding a tit, the other on her belly, sliding lower to the start of her slit. "You're a beautiful and sexy young lady. The Coach and Vice Principal both took advantage of your naivete. Shame on them. And they gave you inaccurate impressions of your sexuality, which led to the embarrassing scene with your friend in the shower." I let my finger slip between her labia. She wasn't as impenetrable as the previous evening but still very firm. I searched for her clit. When she jumped, I knew I'd found the spot. "But you don't have to be manipulated by anyone any more."

She put one hand behind her and gripped my cock. "You're right. No more." She stroked my prick keeping it firm.

"So our therapy is done." Although I wanted to fuck her, there was too much risk.

"You can't stop now." She guided my cock closer, too close. "I didn't want the Vice Principal to do me, but I want you. Then I'll know that I'm normal."

I didn't understand Rose's logic. But she was offering me a free pass to fuck her from behind, choreographed by her aunt. We couldn't do that. Shit, I'd be dead meat if I got caught. I considered my options. Eat her to orgasm? And what if she screamed at climax? I was still thinking as she rubbed my cock up and down her slit. I was almost at a decision when she yanked me forward and slipped my dick past her wet labia. 

"Ooooh, Dr. Marcus, you're making me normal."

I was making her, all right. "See, you're fine." As fine a sex partner as I'd ever imagined. Her pussy pressed hard against my cock. My cock fought back, demanding blood from other parts of my body, including my brain. 

"Maybe a little deeper. Aunt Clara went deeper with the bilbo, uh dildo."

I pressed forward until about half my cock was in her tight passage. The bilbo hadn't stretched her much at all. "How's that?"

"Great. Shouldn't you be going in and out? Aunt Clara pushed the dildo in and out. It felt awesome. Can you do that?"

It was bad enough that my cock was firmly planted in Rose's cunt. Now she wanted to be actively fucked. God bless Clara! "Okay, just a little." I pulled back a bit. Rose's pussy relented on the withdrawal but delivered renewed pressure with the reinsertion. "Like this?"

"Yes. Just like that. But faster and deeper. I took the whole dildo inside."

"Really?" Maybe the dildo was thinner. She was so tight, movement was a strain. "Yeah. Sure." I picked a slow pace, the only way possible. "This is the right pace and depth for therapy." Like hell.

"Oh yes! It feels awesome. In and out, just as if I was normal."

"You are normal, normal as any woman I've ever-" As hard as I tried to keep it slow and steady and at a consistent depth, my body didn't cooperate. I picked up the pace and probed deeper.

"Oh yes! This is what auntie did. She said this was good fucking. Are you giving me a good fucking?"

"Yes! I reached around and held both breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned. Loud. The floor above creaked with movement. Shit! I hadn't intended on going this far, but now that I'd started, I couldn't stop.

"This is awesome, so much better than rubber. Oh, my stomach is churning. What's happening?"

I was in a zone. "You're getting turned on, and soon you'll have a climax. An orgasm." Just the words compelled me to fuck her faster and deeper.

"I didn't have one of those with the dildo. Oh, yes, it's not my stomach. It's lower. Oh my! Oh yes! Don't stop!"

Her voice had gotten louder, maybe too loud. "Shhhh. Enjoy it, but quietly." I was close to climax. "I'm sorry, Rose, but I can't help myself." Holding her hips, a slammed my groin against her ass repeatedly, long deep strokes.

Rose whimpered, doing what I'd asked. I pulled her tight against me, my cock bumping her cervix. At the peak of her stimulation, her pussy clamped down as cum exploded from my cock. She clenched every muscle in her body and screamed! "Eeeeeee!" I had predicted it. 

As soon as I heard footsteps, I pulled out and ran for the door, leaving actual pecker tracks of semen on the cement floor. Feet pounded down the stairs. I pushed against the door with my back as someone twiddled the doorknob. I waved for Rose to get dressed.

"What's going on down here?" Harriett shouted. "I heard a scream. Are you doing something to that young girl?"

"Of course not." Harriett got the tense wrong. Our sex was over. "Rose uh -" I glanced across the basement to the old Mac on the folding table, waiting for me to assemble the RAID array. And then I saw the pointing device. "A mouse. She saw a mouse. Yeah, a little grey one, scurrying across the floor."

The door fought me. "Let me in-"

"No. It might get loose upstairs. Rose is about to leave anyway. I'll make sure the coast is clear and we'll both come up."

The pressure relented. "You'll have to set traps. I won't have rodents in my house."

Her house. That was true enough, a gift from her folks. "Certainly. We'll be right up." I kept my weight against the door while Rose put her blouse and skirt on, even though I'd heard Harriett's footsteps in retreat. 

"That was close." Rose knelt in front of me, licking cum off my wilted cock. It pulsed thicker as she tongued the length and sucked at the head. "Your penis is prettier than the Vice Principal's."

I didn't ask for details. "Thanks. Could you please stand guard?"

Rose took my place as sentry while I pulled on my pants and shirt. I tossed my jockeys in the whites pile near the washer and put the sheet back in the synthetics mound.

When we got to the top of the stairs, Harriett was scowling, arms crossed. Did she suspect something, or did she just hate mice? "How big was it?"

Rose raised her palms about eight inches apart.

Harriett lurched back. "Oh God! That's a rat, not a mouse. You said it was small and grey."

I moved Rose's hands closer together. "I think she's exaggerating, from the trauma."

Winifred joined us, crowding the foyer with her mere presence.

"Thank you for letting me visit with your husband." Rose extended her hand.

Harriett shook it, reluctantly. "You're welcome." Her expression was not a kind one. "I hope you're not traumatized."

"Oh no! We had a good chat. Your husband really - straightened me out."

Just the opposite. Rose's tight vagina had straightened out my cock. I gave Rose a sterile pat on the back. "About being a photographic subject. She'll do fine now."

Rose opened the door and departed for her aunt's house across the street, leaving me with a bewildered wife and a houseguest.

Harriett pointed towards the staircase to the basement. "Bring the plates up. Your eating downstairs probably caused our infestation."

One fictitious mouse had become an invasion. I brought the mostly full plates into the kitchen. "What was this?"

Harriett was filling our wok with hot water. "Stir fried vegetables with a hoisen sauce and some left-over pasta."

Sounded like a side dish. I put the elates next to the sink. The disposal would have a feast. "What kind of meal is that?"

"A healthy one that will take a few pounds off all of us."

Harriett didn't look at Winifred but her intension was clear. Winnie was going to lose weight even if Harriett killed her in the process. I was collateral damage.

There was another argument, about whether we'd use humane traps or ones that broke the varmint's neck. Irrelevant since there were no mice. With warning, Winifred recused herself from the kitchen for a postponed bedtime. She retreated to Annie's room and stayed hidden during our bickering over what TV shows to watch, what gifts to give Emanuel and Peri, and every other topic raised over the next two hours. Harriett was home, all right, and things were back to a combative normal.

As I brushed my teeth, I replayed my session with Rose. God damn Clara! The incident had been too close for comfort. In the future, I'd have to be very careful who came over and what we did. I still wasn't prepared for a divorce where Harriett came away with all of her assets and I'd be left with my ass in a sling.

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The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 02



Double Your Pleasure

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A ringing phone woke me from a deep sleep. I came out of a dream about getting caught by Harriett while I was fucking Rose to an extreme orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, Harriett burst through the basement door. I pulled out of Rose and blasted cum all over Harriett's face. She turned beet red and stormed out of the house, shouting threats laced with obscenities. So much for pleasant dreams. I pulled on a robe and dawdled downstairs. Harriett and Winifred were already dressed. Winifred's plate was spotless, not unexpected.

Harriett waved her hands as she spoke. In the past, I'd caught what she'd said were unintentional slaps. "I'm taking Winifred on a sightseeing tour. You know, the Mag Mile and maybe some of the museums."

I thought most of the museums were closed on Sunday, but Harriett could suffer with her own lack of planning. "Who called?"

'"Oh, yes. Someone invited you to an open house. She left the address." Harriett pulled a piece of scrap paper off the counter and handed it to me. "Are you looking at houses without talking to me?

Our house was really Harriett's house, a gift from her folks. "Nope. They must have me mixed up with some other Marcus."

"Another Harvey Marcus? Not likely. You're going, aren't you?"

"Heck no." I wanted a calm restful Sunday to prepare me for the onslaught of demands Tashun would have waiting for me. If Harriett and Winifred were out, I could relax with a Penthouse Letters or maybe I could assemble the RAID array and watch fathers and daughters fucking. "Besides, this is a nice house." Despite the fact that it was hers.

"But they made it sound urgent. Almost as if they expected you to be there. Someone might be waiting. It wouldn't be nice to disappoint Max."

I swung my head around so fast I pulled a neck muscle. "Max? Was that the woman's name?"

"No, that was a direct quote, or close to it. 'Don't disappoint Max' is what she said."

The only Max I'd met was Maximillion Vinibaldi, Chairman, MultiMax International, whose wife Ella I'd accidentally fucked in the storage facility. [Author: See Pub(l)ic Storage]. The light bulb came on. Max was coming through on his promise. Maybe I'd be coming too, inside Ella's sister. "I don't think I know Max." Lie.

"Go ahead. We'll be out anyway and it's not far. It could be important. You never know what kind of networking opportunity it might be."

If she was who I thought she was, the networking would have me plugging cock into pussy. "Okay, after I have a bite to eat."

I got cleaned up, dressed and had a bowl of cereal. I'd put Groats on the shopping list, so Harriett could try some. She deserved the experience.

* * *

I drove to the address, in a development not all that far away, and still within the bounds of the high school district. It was a typical two-story, where the second floor ended where the main floor garage started. Wasted opportunity for usable space. A bright blue sign announced 'OPEN HOUSE' with an arrow pointing the way.

At the door, a vaguely familiar dishwater blonde in a yellow zip-up dress met me. "Mr. Marcus?"

"Yes, that's me." I entered the house.

"I'm Melanie Ferguson, Ella's sister." She extended her hand. I shook it. "You asked Max to meet me?"

Max had come through on my request. "Yes, I did." 

She didn't let go, evolving the handshake into handholding. "You and Ella had quite an encounter, eh? I would have loved to have seen Max's face."

Speaking of faces, Melanie didn't have the luxury of Max's millions. That meant no orthodontia, no plastic surgery, and no nose job. In addition, she'd had no breast augmentation of size or support, and anything else Ella had done to her body. Still, her tits were of nice proportion.

"So, we should get started. Go upstairs to the daughter's room while I pull out the Open House sign."

I climbed the stairs. The daughter's decidedly pink room was obvious by its messy decor, wall posters and photographs on the wall above the headboard. The strewn clothes led to a walk-in closet, whose doors had shutter-style vents. In the corner, a small table held a desktop computer with a good size screen and one armless rolling task chair. On the wall, one of the posters was for a teen rock singer named Hannah Banana. Never heard of her, although she was kind of cute. Too bad I didn't travel in those circles. A couple of Morse High School banners flanked the photo collection, along with a poster for the Morse Dashes basketball schedule. Circled in pink was a game the following Friday, evidently against a rival school. The occupant had written 'Kick their asses!" alongside the date. Hundreds of photos were pinned to cork squares glued to the walls. I knelt on the bed, checking out the pictures. The photos showed young women, lots of them. It was easy to tell which one lived there - her face showed up in almost every shot, including a traditional family photo with Mom, Dad, sis and an older brother. She was very cute, with a round young face that didn't match her voluptuous body. In one beach shot, the size of her breasts was obvious. My cock responded, as I thought about being in that young ladies' bedroom. My imagination is quite advanced. In several shots, I was surprised to see Jaqi, my buddy Smith's daughter. She was a friend of the resident teen? That lent additional firmness. No, no way, Jaqi was off limits, despite our encounter at Annie's sweet sixteen sleepover [Author: See Sweet Sixteen Sleepover].

"I'm ready." Melanie stood in the doorway, the dress unbuttoned and hanging loose from her shoulders. Ella had mentioned Melanie's 'wanton lifestyle.' Perhaps this would just be a quickie for her, another notch on her garter belt. The teen's bed was much better than the public storage shed's pile of cardboard cartons.

Melanie came over and put her arms around my neck. Her buckteeth were prominent against my mouth. The kiss wasn't bad, just a bit moist. Melanie was drooling at the opportunity. Me, I wasn't as worked up about her as the young woman whose room we were in. "Now you can make a comparison - the real thing versus the artificially enhanced model." She shrugged and let the dress fall off, leaving her in bra and panties. "Your turn."

Melanie didn't work out, at least, the lack of muscle tone bore witness to a sedentary lifestyle. Perhaps horizontal was a better description. Her bra struggled to keep her breasts up. Her posture was worse. Her hair was uncooperative, strands escaping in all directions. Her knees were bony. God, she was a mess. A horny mess, but someone I had little interest in fucking. Except there was her brother Max, who expected me to perform. After all, this was my big reward. How pissed would he be if I didn't? Too bad I hadn't a clue just how many repairs Ella had received until seeing the 'before' image of her identical twin. I certainly would have picked something or someone better than this.

I pulled off my pants and jockeys, struggling to stay erect. Melanie's wide eyes showed she was impressed, even if I was only half hard and losing ground fast. Instead of keeping her distance, she moved quickly to me, hugging and kissing. She reached behind and unclasped her bra. It fell off, her breasts throwing the garment to the floor. She laid on the teen's bed and pulled off her panties. A shaggy scruff of pubic hair looked nasty, like it had never been groomed. Or maybe even washed. And I was supposed to get my cock near that? I lost my erection at the sight of her splayed leg naked body but climbed up between her legs anyway. Maybe she'd be satisfied to just suck me off. Her lips gobbled my prick, her buckteeth unable to be pulled back safely behind her lips. I looked up at the photos mounted on the wall above the bed. The one at eye level was Jaqi and the mystery girl in bikinis in a backyard. My fantasy, being with them instead of Melanie, reinvigorated my cock. My erection had strengthened enough for penetration, as long as I had sufficient photographic stimulation for my imagination. I closed my eyes and pretended it was the mystery girl, the normal occupant of the bed, sucking on the head of my cock. Melanie did the honors, dragging me lower by my hips, getting me in position. I let her line me up until I knew I had a direct line of penetration and tossed my hips forward. Melanie shouted something obscene. I tried to ignore her voice, because it ruined the story in my head. I dreamed of ripping off the mystery girl's bikini top and fondling those big tits. What kind of nipples did she have? My desires translated into physical action, drilling Melanie hard, throwing her into a fit of uncontrolled orgasms. She squeezed my ass and threw her legs across my back. I closed my eyes, the images of Jaqi but mostly Mystery firmly in my mind, pummeling the pussy in front of me. Melanie screamed and shouted about how this is the best fuck she'd ever gotten. I opened my eyes and focused my attention on Jaqi's face just my cock exploded. No, never. Smith would have my head on a stake. I couldn't do that to my friend. On the other hand, Mystery was a stranger, and I really enjoyed strange. 

Melanie was wasted, legs spread and bent like a broken doll. I got dressed and put the Open House sign back on the lawn. I wondered what would happen if any house hunters would arrive before Melanie regained consciousness. If they were male, perhaps they'd get sloppy seconds. At least when Melanie reported back to Max, I'd get a superior rating.

* * *

The short ride home left me with mixed emotions. Yes, Max had come through with his promise, and I'd cum through sex with his sister. But only by fantasizing about the house owner's daughter. I didn't even know her name despite memorizing her face and figure. God, those tits! 

I was surprised to find Harriett and Winifred still at home. "I thought you two were going downtown for museums and shopping."

"We just couldn't get up the energy," said Harriett. 

Winifred extend a hand with a slip of paper. "You certainly are popular, Mr. Marcus. I took the message. Who is Lillian?"

Lillian called? I swallowed hard and snatched the slip from her hand. "A student I met at the Science Fair." Who I practically raped in a chemically induced stupor. "Nice young lady with an unusual project." And a tight pussy. 

"She wants you to come by her house," said Winifred. "She has something important to discuss. I don't mean to pry, but is this normal, for a judge to meet students outside of class?"

"I signed up for an advisor program." Not really. The sign-up sheets had been part of the packet for judges but I was too busy with work and having sex with strangers to tutor students. Although, maybe I should reconsider next year.

"Harvey has always been good with Annie and her friends, haven't you?" Harriett was pushing papers around the island counter, probably business documents. "Very popular."

Winifred shot me a knowing glance, as if she'd just mind-melded with me and knew every one of my lascivious secrets. There was no phone number. "I'll look up her number and make it some other time."

"No, no, you should go now. It must be important if she needs to see you in person," said Harriett. "No need to babysit us. I don't have anything on the errand list. Go on. If you're around the house, you'll just distract us from client planning."

Winifred's expression changed to one that shouted 'Save me from this workaholic!' I shot her a 'Sorry I can't rescue you' look and wandered upstairs to my computer. Why did Lillian need to see me in person? Was she pregnant? My God! Had she told her parents or minister that we'd fucked? Perhaps the police were with her, ready to take me in. Damn her, drugging me! Suddenly, seeing Lillian again filled me with dread. 

I looked up 'Mutzman' in an online White Pages. 'Unlisted Number.' Damn, no chance to call and learn more, and potentially decline her invitation. I'd have to drive there. Harriett and Winifred ignored me as I walked past them towards the garage.

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The Mutzman house was a brick bungalow on a tree-lined street in a neighborhood, which is what builders used to construct before developments were invented. It was six concrete steps up to the front door. Lillian answered a microsecond after I pushed the doorbell. "Hi."

Lillian looked dolled up in a fancy print dress, her hair styled in spiral curls and a touch of make-up. Infinitely more presentable than the way she looked at the Science Fair, a smart but plain waif. If she'd dressed that way at the Fair, I might have considered fucking her without being drugged. "I got your message. What's up?" Hopefully, not her weight and the circumference of her waistline. 

"I have something for you, and I wanted to deliver it in person. Come on in." She held the door.

The Mutzman living room hadn't been redecorated in probably twenty years, assuming it had been decorated back then. The living room was open to a formal dining room, with doors off to the sides, probably bedrooms. I'd promised myself on the drive over that I wouldn't have sex again with Lillian. She was definitely cuter than the last time I saw her - school girl cute, not womanly cute - and still a scrawny stick of a young woman. I was determined not to breathe in any of her formula.

"So how have you been?" I was not privy to the deal she'd made with Zenellis Industries for her pheromone fumes. Hopefully she got her payment up-front before the escaped gas turned the company into a flash orgy.

"Pretty good, actually. Your introduction to Mr. Zenellis paid off real well. Even though I didn't win the Science Fair scholarship, what Zenellis paid me was even more. And I'm still inventing." She swayed back and forth, her hands behind her back. Her small breasts pressed forward. I pretended not to notice. "I have a new formulation that eliminates one of the original ingredients. The reason we both saw enhanced versions of each other was a hallucinogen. That's gone, replaced by a refined and more potent formula."

"Sounds like you've been hard at work." I was trying not to get hard, and pretty much succeeding despite the topic of conversation. "So, what do you have for me?" A policeman with handcuffs waiting in the next room? Your father with a shotgun?

She reached into a pocket of her flower print dress. "Here." She held out an envelope.

I took it, folded it, and put it in my pocket. "Is that all?"

"You're not going to open it?" For the first time, I notice Lillian was knock-kneed. Just a bit. It was sexy.

"I thought I'd open it later, in private."

"But I want to see your expression." She pouted. 

I hate pouting. I pulled out the envelope and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper that looked like a check. It was, a cashiers check made out to me, my name properly spelled, in the amount of $50,000. "What's this for?" The paper felt gritty.

"Your fee." She smiled.

At least the pout was gone. "I don't understand. How did I earn a fee? For introducing you to Zenellis? A percentage of your licenses?"

"No, silly. The way I figure it, I wouldn't have known that my invention worked if you hadn't tested it with me."

We'd had hallucinogen-enhanced sex. "Is that what we did? Test your invention?

"You showed me it worked. That was a breakthrough. Up to using it, all my work had been theoretical. Although, to be honest, I was really embarrassed afterwards. I had some trouble with the emotional impact, the way I had my first sex, but finally talked it out with somebody."

Who else knew of our encounter? "Did you try it out on anybody else? I mean, a classmate?" Or maybe her father? My mind had slipped into the gutter.

"Oh no! You're the only male whose attention I've ever received and it took drugging you-"

"Both of us." I corrected her.

"You're right. I don't think I would have had the nerve to do what I did without my formula."

I'd shown her a lot more than attention. Myself, naked and erect. How to get fucked from behind standing at a sink. Damn, I was getting an erection. "You really don't have to pay me for, well, something mutually enjoyable." To be fair, the hallucinations had dulled my memory of the particulars. I was sure we'd fucked and gotten all sweaty, because that's how we were when the aerosol potion wore off.

So that's why Lillian invited me over? To get paid as a human lab rat? Why had I been so certain Lillian wanted sex from me again? And why was I disappointed that she didn't? "So, I guess I ought to go." I took a couple of steps towards the door. My expanding cock told me otherwise.

She shrugged. "Ought to or want to? Did you expect I invited you here for some other reason?"

I'd promised myself there would be no sex, but she was hard to resist. Especially since I was harder than Chinese arithmetic, which I've heard is impossible for Caucasians. "Maybe." I couldn't control myself. Lillian was looking more desirable every minute. She wasn't morphing into a big-busted sexpot. Still, my urges overflowed. "I thought you might want to do it again. I mean, oh man, this is so awkward." It would have been easier if she'd been interested.

"You know, since you were first and only sex partner, I think about you when I get horny. Which has been pretty often these days. But you're not interested in me, I expect. Without the formula, you'd be having sex with plain old me." She spun around. The dress floated up a bit, exposing her thin legs. 

Legs that led to - oh God, my cock was taking control. "You could ask me instead of guessing."

Lillian giggled. "About having sex with me again?"

"Sure. Why not ask?" I was suggesting the unthinkable, and I didn't know why. Perhaps because my cock insisted.

"My new formulation works!" She jumped for joy, exposing more of her legs. 

Legs I wanted spread so I could - oh man, I was out of control. I scooped her up. "Which way to your room?"

She pointed. I practically ran through her door, tossed her on the bed and stripped. If she hadn't taken off her dress, I would have ripped it off.

The words 'new formulation' echoed in my head. Had I been drugged? I was hyped up and ready for sex, but curious how she'd delivered her new version of the formula. My dick waved back and forth, a pillar of the community. A private community of two. "Am I under the influence?"

"Yes. Delivery of the new formula is powder. More easily controlled. Avoids the airborne problems."

The powder on the check! This was intentional from the beginning. The little vixen. I climbed up between her legs and rubbed my cock along her moist furrow. She'd taken me before so I knew I would fit just fine. Without any pretense or delay, I positioned my prick and pushed.

"Ooooh, I don't remember it being this big."

She was very tight. "I don't remember much of our first time, not much at all. But that was then. This is now!" I pulled back and pressed into her again. My cock wormed its way deeper. With patience and pressure, I bottomed out. Withdrawal was easier as her pussy moistened. I established an in-and-out pattern that got steadily faster, a vigorous fuck. She'd as much as asked for it by drugging me.




The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 02



Between exhales, Lillian struck up a conversation. "I need to ask you some questions, as part of the experiment, okay? Who are you having sex with, Mr. Marcus?"

This was an experiment? Who cared? "You, Lillian Mutzman. You, you skinny young woman I can't keep my hands off of. Or my lips." I kissed her hard, then slipped her some tongue. She almost choked, unprepared for all the ways I wanted to be intimate. Had she taken the drug? Not that I could tell. She was rather passive in bed. "Who are you having sex with, huh?"

"An older man with a bit of a belly and a really nice penis."

"And are you as excited as I am? Did you take a dose of the formula?"

"No, I wanted to stay cogent so I could record the results later."

She showed no enthusiasm for our coupling, no moans, no body action, as dispassionate a behavior as I'd ever seen in bed, except those times I fucked Harriett. Those had been worse. How could I get Lillian to be an active participant instead of a mere chronicler? The check! I jumped off her and fetched it from my pants pocket. I rubbed the paper on her belly. "No. No, I wanted this to be natural for me. Damn you!" 

I put the check back. Lillian was writhing on the bed, squeezing one small breast and plunging two fingers into her pussy. "Damn it! I'm so horny right now. I wanted to be an unbiased observer and you screwed it up."

"Not yet I haven't, but that be arranged." I put my cock back in. "Here's to another shared experience." 

Her hips were bouncing off the bed, anxious for penetration. Being intentionally coy, I put just the tip in and let her take me in one high lunge. "Ohhh God, that's what I remember. Your fat penis inside, rubbing me the right way." 

I got kisses too numerous to count. I rolled over and kept her connected at the groin. She bounced on me, insistently, urgently, getting herself off. And I knew that if she came away happy, so would I. When she began to gurgle and groan, I knew it was time to kick it up a notch. I palmed her breasts and fondled them. I grabbed her ass and pulled her close. I pulled her face to mine and lifted her body off the bed with my humping. She bounced like a doll on my knee, except those weren't the body parts in use. Lillian clamped down and screamed. Evidently she'd had her orgasm, which left her limp. I wasn't done, not by a long shot. I rolled her off me and over so she was face down. I straddled her legs at her knees and laid down on top, my cock between her thighs. With a little bit of repositioning, my prick was back inside. I humped her from behind, sneaking my hands under her prone torso so her tits were in my grasp. Her nipples had gotten hard from all of the attention. My orgasm was building up. When I clenched my ass and shot a load of sperm, she tilted her head back and hissed. 

"I guess your new formula works." With that powder, I could get it up for anybody. Memo to self: keep the powder away from good old Winifred. 

"It sure does." Lillian sat up, cum dripping from her pussy. "I need to shower before my folks get home."

Her folks? I couldn't be naked in her bed! I threw my clothes back on while Lillian went off to clean up. I was about to leave when her folks came through the front door. Damn, just a few minutes less in bed and I would have been away scott free. "Hello."

"You must be the Mr. Marcus we've heard so much about," said the male. "I'm Morty Mutzman, Lillian's father." He patted my back like a coach congratulates his quarterback. Lillian had been sacked. "We really need to thank you, for recommending Lillian to Mr. Zenellis. May he rest in peace. You single handedly saved Lillian's college fund. The market practically destroyed it."

He strode past, as if in a hurry to attend to something else. Ah yes, he chose the guest bathroom. Nature called.

The woman stepped forward. "I'm Marlene, Lillian's mother. Nice to meet you." 

Marlene took my hand and held it. She was pretty in a demure way. More curves than her daughter, but with a similar wholesome face. The longer she held my hand, the wider her eyes got. The powder! Lillian's mother was being affected by her daughter's formula. Shit! In a few moments, she'd have the hots for me, and maybe me for her. I pulled my hand away but it was too late. She eliminated the space between us, pressing her body against mine. "You have a compelling nature about you, Mr. Marcus. I don't know what's come over me."

I knew, and the next few minutes weren't going to be pretty. "Now, take it easy. Why don't you sit down? Lillian is taking a shower. Say, that' s a good idea. Why don't you take a quick shower?"

"Will you join me and wash my back?" She put her hands around me and fondled my ass. "And my front?"

As Marlene's face came towards mine, Lillian came out of the master bathroom. "Mom!" She ran a over, bathrobe flowing behind her, and pulled her mother away from me.

"I just wanted to see for myself. You told me sex with him was very good-"

"Mother!"

She'd talked to her mother! And after getting exposed to her daughter's powder, she was lusting for me. "I better go."

Lillian held one of her mother's arms, keeping her from following me out the door. Marlene spoke softly. "Morty has a business trip next Tuesday. Maybe you could come back?" She licked her lips and winked.

"I really shouldn't." I waved at Lillian, who had her hands full keeping her mother at bay.

"Good bye, Mr. Marcus, and thanks again."

"See you soon," called her mother.

I ran to my car, got in and pealed rubber out of the Mutzman neighborhood. I hoped that Lillian had a way of reversing the effects, or maybe just turned her mother loose on her dad. He'd have an interesting night, I imagined.

Before I went into my house, I buried the envelope deep in the garbage bin and applied my shop vacuum to Lillian's check to get the powder off of it. It would be just my luck that Harriett would touch it and get all amorous, breaking our non-stop no-sex world record of, gee, how many years? Even worse, I dreaded to think of Winifred getting exposed. I ran the nozzle along the check a second and third time, just to be certain.

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The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 03



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Monday morning at the office was a minefield. One misstep, and I'd give my boss's boss Dick Tashun cause to complain because I didn't meet his boss Clyde Hunter's high expectations. After grinding through the paper trails, I was close to identifying a pattern in the mess of project status memos and scraps of poorly organized handwritten notes. They all pointed to a vendor named Omniscient Software, whoever they were. 

I scanned my emails for the important project-related ones. My fellow employees created spam every day and didn't even realize it. Messages that had nothing to do with me, or messages on which I was copied so a peer could show off. Damn! Only every once in a while, a juicy one, one that grabbed my attention. And there it was, in black and white. Our company had signed a contract for a comprehensive software suite from Omniscient Software that would impact our servers, desktops, laptops and handheld devices. Only one problem - it duplicated a perfectly fine system composed of third-party applications integrated with our own homebrew applications. If the contract was executed, we'd face the same old connectivity issues we did when I was an associate programmer just starting with the company. And every ongoing project would be impacted by the implementation, which is why conversion dates were slipping and costs were overrunning. That always happens when the vendor is in charge.

I wondered why we'd gone to the expense of such a massive endeavor when in flounced Reese, Dick Tashun's niece. As usual, she oozed sex: silky beige blouse that more than hinted at her bust, a modest brown skirt below the knee, dark nylons and spiked heels. One shoulder was weighed down with a large rectangular sample case.

"Hello, Harvey." Her voice was smooth and deep, and sexy as all hell. My cock twitched and she was still fully dressed.

"Hello, Reese. To what do I owe the honor?" If she was consistent, she'd want me in between her legs. And that could be arranged, but not in my office. Not with everything else I had to do. Maybe later, as a reward, when I straightened everything out, I'd let her straighten me out.

"We're going to be working together." Reese put the boxy sample case on my credenza on the sidewall. She repositioned it several times, turned back to me, and then adjusted it again. Zenellis had been a professional at videotaping his guests up in Wisconsin. His daughter had been good student of her father, trying to videotape her secretary and me in her office. Compared to them, Reese was a rookie. The fat briefcase held a video camera, and Reese was attempting blackmail, and badly.

Just to frustrate her, I slid my chair to the back edge of the desk mat, out of the frame. She pursed her lips and repositioned the briefcase yet again. "Really? How so?"

"Didn't Uncle Dick tell you? I'm your account rep from Omniscient Software."

I rolled back close to my desk, mostly to hide my growing erection, and nodded. "You got Tashun, uh, Uncle Dick, to slide the contract and subsequent purchase order right through." Just like his cock and mine had slid right between her labia. Multiple times for me.

She put her fists on her hips. "He did not! I got your order myself without any of his help. In fact, he advised against!" Her face got redder, clashing with the beige and browns.

Maybe there was hope for a rational Tashun after all. "So I guess I'm stuck with you." After she'd leave, I'd review the contract for escape clauses. She didn't deserve to know my next move. Unless it was pelvic in and out.

She moved close to my desk but made sure not to block me from the hidden video cam. "I'd prefer if you were stuck in me. You got time for a nooner?"

I checked my watch. It was barely ten-thirty. "I'm afraid not. I've just gotten back to this position, and that purchase impacts everything we're doing. Mr. Hunter assigned me to project manage-"

"Wonderful." Her fingers toyed with the buttons on her blouse. "Then I'll be working under you. So I guess you'd better be getting on top."

I was tempted to shut my door, block it with a side chair and fuck Reese on my desk. I knew just how good it would feel. I started to rise up from my chair to implement my plan when the phone rang. I held up a single finger to Reese and answered the phone. "Hello, Marcus speaking."

Reese kicked my door shut.

"Hello? This is Elizabeth Harden. You probably don't know my name-"

Damn solicitor. I wanted off the phone so I could have my quickie with Reese before we were detected. "If you could get to the point-"

"It wasn't easy to track you down." There was a loud sigh. "I saw you briefly at Underwuud Studios. I was in the hallway?"

This was the stunning beauty? Reese had completed unbuttoning her blouse and draping on the side chair. Her fingers were working the zipper on her skirt. I wasn't sure if I was more turned on by Reese or the memory of that gorgeous creature who had her photos taken by Angie and then made out with her in public. Maybe a bit of both. "Yes, I remember you." Who could forget a woman who looked like that?

"It's bothered me ever since that you saw us - me and Angelina - being intimate. That's what I'd like to speak with you about. Can you come over for dinner on Wednesday night?"

There was more to the story? But who was I to refuse having dinner with such a beautiful woman? I flipped the pages of my paper desk calendar. Wednesday had "Bowling?" as a notation, but seeing Elizabeth again would be better than a three hundred score. And maybe I'd score with her. Nah, no chance with a woman like that. "Wednesday would be fine." Reese's skirt was in a circular pile around her feet. Her panties were sheer, almost see-through. "Very fine."

"Good. We have a penthouse in Trump Tower. Six o'clock. My husband Unger and I will be expecting you."

Husband? "Uh, yeah." Damn! So much for intimacy.

"Until then, Mr. Marcus."

I hung up. Reese stripped down to bra, panties, stockings, garter belt and heels, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She was horny and I was the cure. A few moments previous, I'd actually considered the possibility of a quickie. But with the interruption-

Reese squeezed her breasts almost launching them over the top of her bra. "We're going to have such fun, working together. And we can start right now, if you're ready." Her thighs rubbed together, making a sensual rasp.

I was well-hung and firm for action. As I reached out for Reese to come closer, the phone rang again. Damn. I shrugged. Reese pouted something fierce. "Hello, Marcus speaking."

"Hold for Mr. Abel." The line flipped to classical Muzak, my least favorite kind. I didn't know any Abel.

"Marcus, this is Unger Abel. I've got a job for you."

The name Unger is not all that popular and I'd just heard it. "Elizabeth's husband?" He probably wasn't too pleased that his wife was inviting me over. And then the name rang a bell. Unger Abel, Chairman of Abel Industries, a huge corporation that rivaled both MultiMax International and Iverson Media Group.

"Yep. And you come well recommended. By Arcuda Zenellis."

"I'm flattered." And confused. Why would Zenellis recommend me for anything, especially after an accident in his product development laboratory turned everybody into sex maniacs and killed his stock price? The old guy died of a heart attack and I was partially to blame. After the stock price bottomed out, MultiMax International picked up the company for a steal. "Did he talk about my technical savvy and creativity?" I hoped.

"Nope. Said you fucked up his Wisconsin orgy."

I choked.

Abel continued. "Well, that's what it was. Said you were 'a smart asshole that knew how to use his wits and his prick.' Is that you?"

Sounded like Zenellis himself. "Maybe I was the only one who stood up to his conniving and cheating."

"Maybe that's why he both despised and looked up to you. Made me curious, so I dug a bit deeper. Found some interesting things. Then I was chatting with Max at the club. Maximillion Vinibaldi, the name familiar?"

I nodded and swallowed hard, but Abel couldn't see or hear my reaction. "Uh, yes. I've met him."

Abel laughed. "Max was pissed about getting his wife all fancied up with surgery because she cheated on him, incessantly. He scowled when he mentioned most of the incidents, all of which he knew about, but this smile came over his face when he told about catching her in flagrant in a storage shed. With guess who, Mr. Marcus?"

Abel already knew, so why deny it? "Guilty as charged." 

Reese's expression was one of puzzlement. What did she think I admitted guilt about? Tired of standing, she sat in my guest chair along the wall and crossed her legs.

"Seems you have a propensity of intimacy with the wife's and daughters of very rich and influential men. Men that are not to be trifled with."

The idea hadn't crossed my mind, but the pattern was there, all right. "So is this blackmail?" Then I remembered that his wife had just invited me for dinner. Was he worried about her fidelity?

"Hardly. You have no assets except the money Zenellis paid you. By the way, you should do something better than a bank account if you don't want that wife of yours finding out."

"Thanks for the financial advice." Abel knew much too much. He probably had a security department that rivaled the FBI. Probably knew what I had for breakfast. "So then why-"

"I could buy and sell you a million times over. Elizabeth told me she was inviting you to dinner. To talk about something that's bothering her. Quite a coincidence, since I was going to call you myself. Tell me the truth, now. Do you find my wife attractive?"

That's a trick question. "Yes, from the brief glance I had." Reese was listening closely.

"Would you have intercourse with her?"

That was an even trickier question, because of the honest answer. I lied. "Of course not."

"Not even if I approved?"

Huh? "Excuse me?"

"Marcus, I've never had children. A huge legacy and no one to pass it down to when I'm gone. Oh yes, Elizabeth will get it all. But what she really wants more than anything is a family, and I want an heir. I'm afraid my sperm are just too feeble. Had your DNA tested, dear boy. No diseases, no genetic weaknesses."

"You did what?" Abel had invaded of privacy. My DNA was my business, not his. I wondered where he'd gotten a sample. "So you want me to donate?" I didn't say sperm because it was none of Reese's business. "I think you've got the wrong guy."

"I've got the right one, and I know it. But no artificial stuff. Too high a risk of failure. The natural way, you and her together."

Just because I'd fucked Maximillion's wife didn't mean I was a cock for hire. Or was I? I felt constrained in what I could say with Reese as a witness. Any comments about sex and she'd be in my lap. "How do you expect-"

"Elizabeth will raise the child as ours. The tike will lack for nothing."

Except for its real father. "That's good to know." Was I agreeing because I couldn't say what I wanted to say in front of Reese? Like 'go to hell'?

"In exchange, I'll double what Zenellis paid you, and set up an offshore account for all of your money - his and mine. No charge for the financial services. Just one thing-"

There always was. "Yes?"

"Having sex with Elizabeth must be her idea. Got it? She has to ask, or you do nothing. And I mean nothing. Not even a kiss."

I relaxed. No rape, not even coercion. Lovely Elizabeth invites me to bed or I'm off the hook. I was safe, she'd never cheat. "Done. I'll see you both Wednesday."

"Oh, and Marcus? We never had this conversation."

"Of course. Good bye."

I hung up. Reese stood up, her arms crossed under her tits. Her bra hung loose. Had she unclasped it when I wasn't looking? "What was that all about?"

"Something you've very familiar with." I wondered what kind of birth control Reese used. Was it possible for me to get her pregnant? I unzipped my pants. Reese heard the sound and smiled. 

Just as I pulled my pecker from my pants, in pranced Dick Tashun, her uncle. "Reese! What are you doing? Marcus?"

I remained seated, my cock hidden by my desk. "There's no controlling your niece. I was taking business calls and she decided to undress. I only just found out she works for Omniscient Software. Were you going to tell me that at some point?"

"Reese, put your clothes back on." He stepped past her. "I didn't think it mattered."

Reese positioned herself in the circular pool of skirt material. When she bent over to pull up her skirt, her bra fell forward, and her lovely tits were exposed. She let the bra drop off her arms to the floor. I pushed my stomach up to my desk, so Tashun wouldn't see my exposed and hardening penis. 

Tashun leaned on my desk. "I wasn't in favor of this deal, but Hunter had it signed and sealed before I found out." He glanced over his shoulder at his niece, still mostly naked. "Reese, I said get dressed!"

She reached behind to zip up her skirt, thrusting her tits forward. I remembered caressing and sucking them. My cock flinched and struck the bottom of my center drawer. Tashun looked down. I pounded the desk with my fist. "Can't you keep your niece under control? What kind of upbringing did she have, anyway?"

Dick snatched her blouse from the chair and held it out for her. She didn't take it. "I can't excuse her behavior, but Hunter says the contract language specifies her as our representative. We can't remove her without cause." He threaded her arms back into the sleeves of her blouse. Before she buttoned, she reached down and picked up her bra and flashed her bare tits once last time. "And stripping in your office doesn't meet the test, I'm afraid. Come on, dear, your visit with Marcus is over."

She buttoned the middle three buttons, still exposing some cleavage, grabbed her oversized sample case, the one that documented her strip tease and my non-action. At least her blackmail scheme failed. "So long, Harvey. I'll see you Thursday." 

Oh no! I'd have to go through this again on Thursday? Well, if she wanted to document bad behavior, two could play at that game. And I had an expert on my side. After I was alone, I dialed up Lorraine Ambury, Lore for short. She'd been Zenellis's audio/video professional for the Wisconsin orgy, Abel's word. Although she didn't know what was being filmed. Only after I exposed the coordinated sex did she agree to help me steal Zenellis's disk array full of father/other daughter videos. And the disk drives were still in my basement, awaiting assembly. Maybe I could kill two birds with one stone.

I dialed her folks because I didn't have Lore's number. Actually, I had her 'number', pretending my penis was her Lucky Peter. Fucking me got her dreams to come true, and both of us to cum. "Hello?" It was a familiar voice. I'd gotten lucky with Lore before, and again with this call. She was at her folks' house to answer.

"Lore, this is Harvey Marcus."

"Oh, Mr. Marcus, this is like you were reading my mind. I'm living back here at my folks'. You know I was laid off by MultiMax, didn't you?"

'"No, I'm so sorry." I should have asked Maximillion to keep Lore employed as a favor, instead of asking to fuck his sister. Screwed up priorities. Again.

"But good news. I have an interview tomorrow and I was wondering if you'd rub some of your luck off on me. Like last time?"

Last time was a wild fucking session in her apartment. Lore called my cock her Lucky Peter. I didn't believe that rubbing my prick against her was lucky, but it was hard to argue with success. And I was hard, thinking about how easy it would be to have sex with her. "Sure, but I need two favors."

"Anything!"

"I need you to put the video array back together-"

"The one from Wisconsin? You still have the drives?"

The hard disks and the motivation to see the videos. "Yes, and I bought a disk array enclosure that should be perfect. But I also need a set of miniature cameras and microphones, for my own surveillance. Maybe you have some left over?"

"I have a whole box full. I had to uninstall them from all of the rooms afterwards, you know? And Zenellis never told me what to do with them, so I just kept them."

"Great. Bring a couple of sets, and we'll test them out."

"I've also got a small compatible recorder, if that would help."

"Even better! Can you come over tonight? I mean, the drives and cabinet are at my place, and I wouldn't want your folks walking in while I was letting my luck rub off in you. I mean, on you."

"Oh, in me is what I want. I really want. I'll come by after dinner."

That meant I'd be cuming after dinner as well. "See you later."

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Harriett and Winifred settled in for the night in front of the living room TV watching cable soap operas. I went down into the basement, preparing for Lore's arrival. The disk array enclosure was in position next to the computer chassis, along with a black and white monitor I'd found at a garage sale. Connected to an analog output port, it was only nine inches diagonal but big enough to view the stealth sex videos captured during Zenellis's father and daughter orgy in Wisconsin. The four bare drives were still in the bubble-wrap shipping. Static-free bags would have been preferred, but I needed to get the drives out quickly before Zenellis discovered I'd ripped him off.

I heard footsteps on the stairs. Lore came through the door with a grocery bag. "Mr. Marcus!" She put the bag on the floor and ran over. When she hugged me tight, memories of holding her, both clothed and naked, rushed back to me. She leaned back, her face flush with anticipation. 

I was sure she felt my erection against her belly. "Hi there." I leaned forward and kissed her. 

The patented lip quiver was still there. "This is like perfect timing. I just applied for a new job and I could use some of your luck."

She meant fuck. "You know there's no cause and effect, don't you? My Lucky Peter is just a normal penis with no special properties."

Lore's blush spread down her throat. "I know. But I wore my lucky panties today, just in case. Wanna see?"

There was no stopping her. She stepped back, reached under her skirt, I thought to lift and expose. Nope, she pulled the panties down and stepped out of them. She tossed the garment to me. "See?"

Two dice with a total of seven dots exposed adorned the front. "Yep. Lucky seven." She was preparing for both of us to get lucky.

"I brought you the cameras, mikes and recorder in the bag. You can do whatever you want with them."

And her, I expected. 

She caressed my camera on its tripod in front of the carpeted stage and backdrop. "Oooh, maybe you take my picture?" She spun, exposing her pussy.

I pointed at the table of equipment. "There's the-"

"Got it. Business before pleasure. Let's get that disk array assembled." I sat back in my armless swivel chair. Lore unwrapped the drives as efficiently as she'd shed her skirt. She bent over, putting drives into their bays. My dick throbbed, her pussy bay on display with each insertion. I desired my own insertion. But Harriett and Winifred were upstairs. Too risky. Lore would have to settle for rubbing crotches through our clothes. "How did you know what order to insert the drives?"




The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 03



"Silly! I installed them originally in ascending serial number sequence." She turned quickly, her skirt spinning up just to tease. "Done. Now we'll just turn it on and see what happens." She plopped down onto my lap. "Ooh, you're excited even before we see any of the videos."

She called it, I was turned on. But her attitude seemed positive and excited about the videos. "You were grossed out, okay, maybe shocked, at the hotel when I showed you what Zenellis had arranged. What's changed?" 

"Yeah, because I didn't know that's what was being videoed. It was a shock, that's for sure. But I've had horny dreams ever since about being one of the invited daughters." The disk array icon appeared on-screen. Lore opened the drive and a directory of video files appeared. "Can I pick?"

"Sure."

Lore opened one of the files. The video was in black and white, some father and someone else's daughter. She was on all fours, him behind, dipping his fingers into her pussy. Their clothes were strewn around the bed and floor. Lore squirmed on my lap. "Is this what you expected?"

"I didn't know what to expect. But I'm not surprised."

"Neither am I." Lore scooted away from my body, reached behind and unzipped me. "You're always hard."

"Not always. But we can't-"

"We won't. I'm just releasing you to alleviate the pressure."

With some help from her probing fingers, my prick popped through the gap in my jockeys.

"Oh, Mr. Marcus, they're doing it doggie style!"

The man had finally achieved penetration and was fucking the young woman from behind, with mutual enthusiasm. Lore put my cock against her labia. "I bet it felt good." She lowered herself. "Oooh, yes, just like this."

All pretense was gone. Our mutual promise had been broken. I put my hands on Lore's waist and hoisted my hips. Lore was moist and ready, and her pussy felt terrific. At least in this position, Lore's skirt hid our dirty deed. Although, Lore sitting in my lap was hardly innocent. I kept listening for sounds of movement one floor above. No noise. The TV show must have been compelling.

We sat, silently fucking, watching another couple do the same. I slid one hand inside her pullover, her naked tit in the palm of my hand, her nipple pointy and hard. The stealth fucking was completely erotic.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and stopped humping. "Shhhh."

A voice called down the stairs. "Harvey? I'm sending Justine down." What was Harriett doing? Who was Justine?

"Stand up. Come on. We've got company." I lifted Lore's hips. Her skirt fell to cover her privates. She straightened her top. I pressed my vertical cock against my belly, inhaled, and zipped up my pants.

The door inched open. Through it stepped a young woman in khaki vest over a white blouse with matching khaki skirt, ending at the knee. The vest was covered in sewn-on patches, like some kind of Scout. But she was too old for Girl Scouts, wasn't she?  

"Hello?" She took one step past the doorframe and stopped.

Lore approached our visitor. "Hi. I'm Lore and that's Mr. Marcus. What can we do for you?"

The girl pointed behind her to the stairs. "Mrs. Marcus told my mother that her husband was a photographer, and maybe he could help me earn my badge?"

I turned off the monitor, which was still showing the doggy style encounter and stood up. "She did? But aren't you too old for Scouting?"

"Oh, I'm an Ambassador Girl Scout, the highest level. This is my last year, and I'm trying to earn as many badges as I can. See?" She pulled a single colored page from a slash pocket of her skirt.

Lore handed me the document. It was like a page from a Scouting catalog, showing all of the badges and awards a Scout could earn and then buy. I assumed a Scout couldn't just order them all without validation. There were many unfamiliar categories in business and art and science. Didn't the Scouts just do stuff like starting fires with two sticks and selling cookies? I looked up from the page. "What are these, Behind The Ballot and Textile Artist?"

"Politics and weaving. Scouting has many different opportunities for members to learn new skills. Like photography." She walked over to my photography area with the professional backdrop and tripod, my camera still mounted. "Can you show me how to use this?"

I walked over and stood beside her. "Sure."

"I'll be the model." Lore moved to a stage area, just a few wooden skids covered in carpet with the Underwuud's backdrops behind. "Is here okay?"

I looked at the LCD screen. "Perfect." I pointed out the relevant controls. Justine watched my fingers intently. "You can zoom in and out here, and take the picture here." 

"Great!" The spring in her step bounced her large breasts.

While Justine focused on the camera, I stared at the uninvited guest. She was a big girl, in the vernacular. Not fat, but proportionately larger than Lore in every department. Larger legs, wider hips and a much bigger chest. The vest both hid and accentuated just how big her tits were. My erection hadn't gone down, and imagining Justine with less clothing was quite erotic. I wasn't normally attracted to larger women, but something about Justine was making me even hornier than pantyless Lore.

"How many pictures can I shoot?" Justine asked.

"As many as you'd like. The memory card is empty." I'd copied the last photos to a password-protected area on an external hard disk, away from prying eyes.

Lore leaned against a stool in the center of the platform. "Go ahead, direct me. Tell me what you want me to do."

One part of me wanted our invited guest to take a few shots, leave, and let Lore and me resume our video watching. And simultaneous fucking. Another part wanted Justine naked, legs spread, begging for me to fuck her. And at any moment, Harriett or Winifred could decide to come downstairs. The jeopardy was absolutely part of the turn-on.

Justine asked Lore to turn, one way and then the other. Lore maintained conservative poses, as conservative as Lore could be with a short skirt. She turned in profile and pulled the top tight against her chest. Her nipples pointed in my direction. Then without Justine's direction, she sat down with her legs crossed. When she opened her legs wide, Justine froze.

Lore came off the stood and stood, rear facing the camera. "What's wrong?" Then she flipped up her skirt, showing her bare ass and privates.

Justine's face turned red. "You're not wearing panties!" It was almost a whisper.

"Mr. Marcus was making me lucky for a job interview when you came in."

"And you had to take your panties off for that?" Justine shot me a glance.

"Uh huh. He touches me with his Lucky Peter and good things happen." 

Justine's hand slipped to her crotch. Was she excited at seeing Lore's privates? "Like what?"

"Well, I got into my first choice for college, and I've had two great jobs."

"I could sure use some luck." Her head bobbed.

The idea of having sex with this well-developed Scout was both outrageous and thrilling. 

Lore shook her hips from side to side, like a bullfighter taunting the animal with a cape. Except I was the animal, with one extended horn. "And the best part is, the bonus."

Justine had no clue but I knew what she meant. Sex and an orgasm.

"Zoom in and shoot me from the waist up."

Justine fiddled with the controls. "Okay, you're framed."

"Good, now take some bust shots." Lore waited for a few clicks before she hoisted her top over her head. Those were bust shots, all right. Well-formed with perky nipples. The choice was clear. I wanted our Scout chaperone to depart so Lore could return to my lap. My Lucky Peter was waiting impatiently.

"Oh my! You have such nice breasts. Mine are way too big." Justine looked over at me, taking in the strip show. "Is it okay for me to be taking pictures like this?"

I nodded. "If you have your subject's permission."

"And you do." Lore wiggled a finger at me. "Come on over, Mr. Marcus. We need a little variety."

I crossed my arms. "No, that's okay. Justine is doing just fine."

"Okay, then come here because I want you to." Lore pouted. "Having you in the frame will make the shots more interesting."

Lore kept playing to the camera, pushing back her shoulders and aiming her pointy nipples at the lens. Then turning her back to the camera, she dragged her skirt to the side, exposing a bare buttock. I moved closer for a better view but stopped short of the stage. "Come up here, Mr. Marcus, we can pose together."

I waved my hand. "No, I really don't think-"

"But I'll need a variety of subjects if I'm going to get my badge." Justine's eyes were big and seductive.

"See, you want Justine-" Lore paused. "-to get her badges."

Justine doesn't need no stinking badges, I thought. "Oh, all right." I mounted the stage and stood next to her. Lore forced an embrace, her lips on mine.

"Oh my!" Justine kept snapping.

Lore turned her back to me and tugged my arms around her. While I stood there, hugging her, she unlatched and dropped her skirt. She was bare from the waist down.

"Oh my!" Justine was in shock but didn't stop clicking the shutter.

I felt Lore's hand on my groin. I stood still as I heard my zipper in retreat. "Do you really want a photographic record of this?"

"You're over dressed. Shouldn't we match?"

My cock had a mind of its own, especially in Lore's grasp. "I guess so."

I definitely saw Justine touch her crotch again. Watching Lore, and the prospect of us acting like a couple, was exciting her. Justine's breathing was expanding her blouse. I stepped back, reluctantly took off my pants and stepped back up on the carpeted stage. "Okay, where do you want me?" I knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as I said it.

"Stand behind me. Good, now put your arms around my stomach. Oh yes, you're happy to see me, aren't you?" She wiggled her butt against my erection. One hand went back to fetch my cock out. She pulled it from my jockeys and then rubbed it along her labia. "Oh, Mr. Marcus, you're making me so lucky."

"I can't see anything. What is he doing?"

"His Lucky Peter is rubbing me the right way. Oh God, I want too be sure." She bent over and held onto the stool. My cock slipped into familiar territory. Lore moaned. "Oh yes. Sooo lucky."

I looked up. Justine was snapping pictures with one hand and massaging a breast with the other. She was horny all right. Was there a badge for sex? "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Wow, that's really hot!" She kept clicking. "Oh God! You're doing it! You're having sex in front of me."

I was tempted to ask if she wanted to participate. "How does it make you feel?" Maybe if she opened up-

"Sometimes I get excited - oh, this is too embarrassing."

"You're embarrassed? I've got Mr. Marcus's penis inside me, with an audience." Lore waited patiently for a response.

"It's just that, oh God, sometimes I touch myself down here." She cupped her crotch. "With my fingers. Is that bad?"

I pulled back, leaving just the tip embedded. "No, not at all." Lore's pussy nibbled at my cock. I pushed in. "You've got, oooh, natural urges."

"Mr. Marcus is sooo right." Lore humped back, driving me deeper. "All women have them. You just need a coach. Someone to help you deal with them."

"Oh no. I just couldn't."

"Really? Because I'd help you, if you want. Or Mr. Marcus."

Justine shook her head but didn't let go of her pussy.

"Okay, it's your call. But Mr. Marcus is very talented."

Lore stepped away from me, leaving my cock dangling out in the open. Justine went wide-eyed, fingers to her lips. "Oh my! I had no idea a man's penis looked like that."

"Mr. Marcus is bigger than average." Naked, Lore jumped off the stage and approached Justine. "Okay, now it's my turn to shoot you." Lore maneuvered behind the camera.

We both looked at Justine's absent-minded self-stimulation, one hand on a breast, the other on her mound. Lore put her hand on Justine's shoulder. "I said, now it's my turn to shoot you."

"Huh?" 

"I'll take your picture now." 

I repositioned my jockey's to cover my erection and made a move to leave the stage. "Oh no, Mr. Marcus, you stay."

"No, you don't need me in these."

"Justine does. Be a dear and take off your skirt and blouse so they don't get wrinkled." Lore winked. "Or soiled."

Slowly, tantalizingly, Justine stripped down to a heavily constructed bra that covered every square inch of her breasts and a conservative pair of women's panties. "I shouldn't be undressed like this."

"You look terrific. Now take the same pose."

I stood behind Justine, my arms wrapped around her body just below her breasts. That put my tented cock aimed directly at the underside of her butt. 

Justine turned her head. "You're a nasty tease!"

"I am not." Horny, yes, but a tease? I was willing to take it further. All she had to do was ask. Then I remembered the two women upstairs.

"Yes you are. Lore got you all excited and now you're poking me with your erection! It's humiliating."" she said. "Especially when you know how I'm feeling."

Lore had gotten me started, that was true. But holding this buxom young women had kept me erect. "I'll have you know that you're the cause, not Lore."

"Impossible! I'm not pretty."

"You're sexy as hell!" I turned her around, held her face and kissed her. Not just a peck or a glancing blow. A toe-curling, deep from within, passionate lip lock. She fussed at first but I persisted. Soon she was moaning, which translated to vibrating lips. I matched her hum. She threw her arms around me, pulling me forward. I repositioned my hands around her back, pressing my chest against those marvelous breasts. I pulled her hips close, my cock nestling between thick thighs. She didn't separate them, so my cock was defeated from any pubic contact.

She finally pulled her face back from our marathon smooch. "Wow! You really do find me attractive!"

My hands slid to her shoulders, and then around to her back. "I certainly do." My fingers played with the bra hook.

"Oh no! This is as far as I'll go." Justine broke from my grasp, covering her bra-encased breasts with crossed arms. "I'm not going to expose myself."

I raised my hands in defeat, palms flat. "Okay, I heard you." I walked over to Lore, a familiar bulge pointing the way. I whispered in her ear, "You seem to be effective in directing her. Is there any way you can convince her to take off her bra?"

Lore whispered back, "You're a horny little devil, aren't you? And I'd be jealous, except I want to see them too. Let me have a chat with her."

Lore wanted to see Justine's tits? That was unexpected. I strolled off to the side. Justine stood there, breathing heavy, a flush in her face. When she rubbed her fingers across her panties, I knew she was just as horny as I was. 

Lore beckoned Justine to the side. I went back to my chair at the computer. Lore led Justine to where Harriett had strung some thick cord as a clothesline for hang drying. Before I knew it, Lore had thrown a dirty sheet over the cord, making a barrier that covered them from head to knee. There was some movement. Then I saw it - Justine's bra hit the floor. Lore had done it. I salivated at the thought of those two tits exposed. And fondled. By me.

But when Justine stepped out from behind the sheet curtain, she'd put her blouse back on. My only hope - one button held the two sides of the blouse together, straining at the mass of two unencumbered tits.

Lore came over and whispered, "Justine is very self-conscious about her boobs. You shouldn't grope her or it's all over. Got it?"

"Okay." Telling me not to want my hands on those tits was fine in theory but difficult in practice.

Lore waved her arm. "Get back in position, you two."

I stood close to Justine's back, keeping a safe distance, defined as my erection not in contact with her body.

"Closer!" barked Lore. "Hug her."

"My partner here objects to contact," I explained to Lore. "I can't stand apart and hug her, can I?"

"Lore told me everything. You can move closer." Justine spread her legs a bit, opening a gap. "Tell me, are you really lucky?"

My cock was between her thighs. Her fingers, diddling herself down below, made incidental contact with my cotton-covered cock. "Lore seems to think so. Three times I rubbed against her, three times good things happened."

Her caress changed from incidental to intentional. Her fingers ran along the bottom of my erection, from scrotum to head. "So if you rub against me, I'll get into my first choice of college?"

"I'm not the expert. Ask Lore. She'll tell you."

Justine looked at Lore. "Are you sure Mr. Marcus's Lucky Peter works?"

"Yes, but only if you get the whole treatment."

"What's that?"

"Well, first, he has to - Why don't we have him demonstrate?"

Lore came out from behind the camera and pulled my jockeys down. Justine had to remove her fingers. "Now get back in position."

My cock made contact with Justine's groin, like before. Her fingers returned immediately. "Ooooh, it's hot!"

"That means his Lucky Peter is ready. Mmmmm. So ready."

"Should I stand like this?" 

"Perfect. Except spread your legs a little wider, for balance." Lore's hand snuck between Justine's thighs. Her fingertips touched my cock.

It was for better genital contact. We both knew it.

Justine's fingers pressed my penis against her panties, which were pulled tight across her pubic mound. "Ooooh, it feels good, like it's scratching an itch."

"It'll feel better against your bare skin. Watch."

Lore came back to us and pulled Justine's panties down to her upper thighs. My cock bounced. Lore aimed my cock at Justine's naked pussy. "Isn't that better?"

'Yes and no. I'm not sure I should be doing this. It feels really good, but my itch is getting stronger."

"The best way for Mr. Marcus to scratch that itch is to go inside. Like when you used your fingers."

"How did you know I did that?"

"An educated guess. And by the way you played with yourself while shooting us. Didn't you think we'd notice?"

"I didn't realize-" Justine pressed the length of my penis against her labia. "It's so hard."

"And it's all because of you, sweetie." 

Her fingers were measuring me, inch by inch. "But you're so big."

Lore gave directions from behind the camera. "The better to scratch your itch and get you lucky at the same time. Just bend a bit-"

Justine leaned her arms on the stool. "Like this?"

"There, perfect angle." I aimed my cock horizontal. "So are you ready?"

"Maybe you could rub me a little. I had a really good application and references, and I was involved in a lot of activities, so maybe I only need a little luck. I sure do want to get into Princeton."

I sure wanted to get into Justine, to expose her to a new activity, but I wanted permission. So instead of sticking it in, I placed just the tip at her puffy labia.

"Oooh, that feels really good."

"It's Mr. Marcus's Lucky Peter, rubbing luck off on you."

I wasn't rubbing, just holding my ground. If Justine pushed her hips back, I'd go in with her permission.

"Is this what he did for you?"

"Well, I wanted to be sure, so we did one more thing."

"I want to be sure. What did you do?"

"He put his Lucky Peter inside me. Not for sex, for luck."

Justine looked at me over her shoulder, one large breast in profile. "Would you do that for me, so I can be sure to get in?"

Any excuse for me to get in. "If you want me to. Just move your hips back a little."

I pressed my cock harder as I toured her crease. She reached back and cupped her fingers. As she leaned back, I helped by leaning forward. The tip broke through. "Oooohhhh my!"

I was just in Justine. The pressure of her pussy was amazing. "You're really tight. It might be a little uncomfortable, even painful. But we can go slow-"




The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 03



"Oh, I'm not a virgin. I broke myself with my fingers and then, oh this is so embarrassing, with a pop bottle. But nothing this thick."

"Really? This will feel a lot better." I kept a steady pressure, inching deeper into her pussy.

"Oh God, oh God, you're stretching me. This isn't making me lucky. You're having sex with me, aren't you?"

"No, of course not." I was tempted to explain that although I barely penetrated, sex was normally deeper and with movement.

Lore kept shooting photos, one's that I would cherish. "He's just rubbing off his luck."

"The hell he is! He's going deeper into my vagina."

She was exactly right. I pushed forward with intention. 

As I neared full depth, Justine began bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her cunt clenched and relaxed, spasming around my prick. "Oooh, God. Ooooh God. I'm, oh, something is happening. It's, oh, oh-" She screamed with delight at an orgasm. "Yes! Yes! Oh yes!"

I heard the creak of floorboards, followed by feet on stairs. Justine's hollering had captured the attention of either my wife or Winifred or both. 

"Lore, keep any visitors out." I reluctantly pulled out of Justine's pussy and turned her around. She tried to talk, but I clamped my mouth over hers.

I heard Winifred's voice through a slim crack in the door, Lore putting all of her weight against it so a casual push from the other side would fail. "Mrs. Marcus sent me down to see if everything is all right."

"We're all fine," said Lore.

Justine opened her mouth to speak, so I used the opportunity to demonstrate Frenching. A smart young woman, she got the idea right away, and soon we were swapping saliva, the excess dripping from our mouths.

"We heard a scream." Winifred was not giving up.

"That was Justine, excited to earn a photography badge," said Lore.

"Really? Can I see the pictures?" asked Winifred.

"Not right now. She got a bit over excited. Mr. Marcus is applying, uh, therapy."

"Perfect! I have medical training. Can I help?"

Lore's creativity had backfired.

"Not necessary. Mr. Marcus has things under control. But thanks for checking."

Justine's hand found my cock, which hadn't gone down. Her tugging my penis against her vagina didn't hurt.

I listened as Winifred retreated to the main floor and reported to Harriett.

"All's clear," said Lore, remaining at the door a bit longer.

"Thank goodness Winifred didn't catch us in the act. She would have been very embarrassed."

"And jealous!" added Lore.

I'd never had a lustful thought about Winifred. Why did Lore make that suggestion?

Justine's body and mine were in close proximity. "Oh thank you so much. I feel so lucky."

"And you earned a badge to boot." Lore came back toward us.

"But you're still hard," said Justine.

The fact that my cock was in her grasp didn't hurt. "Yeah, I didn't finish."

"You made me feel so good. Is there something I can do for you?" She fingered me like playing a flute.

I glanced down at her taut shirt. "Well, actually, I'd love a tit fuck."

She pulled her hand away, leaving my cock bouncing. "A what?"

"I'd slide my penis between your breasts."

Justine backed away, her panties on the floor. "Oh no-"

"It wouldn't hurt, and you can keep the shirt on."

"I can?" I was jealous of her hands, filled with tits.

"Yeah. Just lay down and push them together and I'll just slide in between."

She assumed the position. I didn't remind her that she was naked from the waist down. "Like this?"

"Perfect. Now smoosh them together."

I slid my cock into the narrow valley just past the shirttails on her rib cage. "Good. Keep them tight." The shirt material bunched up on either side of the lone button. The pressure of Justine's hands on her tits caused the slack. "Rub them a little."

Justine's hands moved in small circles. The button tipped and slid to one edge of the hole. My cock was getting ready to spurt. "Like this?"

"Oh yes, just like that. Where do you want it?"

"Want what?"

"My semen. My cum."

"Oh, gee, I don't know."

"Is there a dietary badge?" Lore stood over us, camera off the tripod.

Yeah, but I didn't earn it. I have no self-control when it comes to food.

I didn't have much control left.

Then you should suck Mr. Marcus's penis when he's ready to cum. Sperm is pure protein. No fat. No cholesterol. 

Really?

It's true.

So when I'm ready, I'll move close to your mouth. Just open, suck and swallow.

Are you sure this is okay?

It'll be perfect.

I put my hands on Justine's making sure she didn't feel my fingers on her. Harder. Push harder.

The button slid to the very lip of the hole. With one sideway gesture and a slight tilt, the button was released. Justine's hands kept the material in place. The fact that I would soon be viewing Justine's tits was just the motivation I needed. Now. Open your mouth now.

Justine put her hands back to support herself. The shirt billowed open and there they were, big and bouncy with hard nipples. 

I knew I should have put my cock to Justine's open lips, to let her suck my cock and earn a dietary badge. But her breasts were a siren's song. I slid down and pressed my lips to a large areola and a small nubbin. I sucked and tongued, caressing the side of the fleshy mass. Justine squirmed. "No, not my breasts. They're awful."

I lifted my head. "They're gorgeous. I can't get enough." My mouth moved over to the other tit. Meanwhile, my cock was thrashing around between Justine's thighs. 

She slipped one hand down to her pussy. "Oh God! My itch. It's back."

Maybe she was justifying putting my cock against her pussy, aiming at her opening. I'd been there once already, and was anxious to make a return visit.

"Go ahead, put it in," coached Lore.

Justine took a firm grasp of my cock, aimed it and tilted her hips. That's all it took. My cock slid past her labia, about half way in.

"Oh God. Can you make the itch go away?"

'Yes, just hang on." I pumped in and out, drilling deeper with each probe. 

Justine's hands massaged her own breasts, and then held them up for me. "Suck them. Make me feel good."

I did as asked, nibbling her nipples, kissing them, running my tongue over the surface, as I pounded my cock into her pussy. I wondered if there was a family planning badge, because I was going to give Justine a load of baby makers.

She lifted her legs and tried to wrap them around me but they were too thick.

When a shadow fell on Justine's face, I looked up. Lore stood above us, massaging her tits, licking her lips, snapping her head between our display of sexuality and the staircase. She was obviously conflicted, between joining us on the carpeted stage and barricading the door. 

Justine's heavy breathing became moans. I knew what was next: shouts of passion. Reluctantly I stopped suckling and put my mouth on hers. Every time I plunged into her, I exhaled into her mouth. And every time I pulled back, she did the same. Breathing each other's air made my head spin. Soon we were pounding and puffing, slamming our groins together, slowly losing oxygen. 

Maybe accidentally or on purpose, Justine's tongue reached out to mine. I reciprocated, teasing her with random touches. That must have pushed her over the edge. I felt her cunt collapse onto my cock, pulsing and rippling. I knew I was moments away from blasting her insides with sperm, but I'd promised her mouth the pleasure. I pulled out, scooted up and put my cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked like she was devouring a Popsicle. With gentle movement of cock against tongue, I fucked her face. I fondled my balls and arched my back. I stifled my own scream of pleasure or Winifred would be down, seeing something that was none of her business. I thrust my hips forward and blasted into her mouth.

Justine wiped errant bits of cum from around her lips. "Wow!"

"That was soooo hot!" Lore slipped the sheet of awards and badges from Justine's folded skirt. "Let's see what badges you've earned." 

Meanwhile, I helped Justine stand up. She put her arms on my shoulders, her breasts flattened against my chest. "Thank you so much. I needed that lesson. The girls were so right."

What girls? Annie's friends who'd been Scouts? "You're very welcome." I kissed her lightly and just once. Otherwise, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to restrain myself from pushing her onto the floor for another go. As it was, my cock was pulsing.

Justine wobbled over to her clothes and pulled her panties on. I retrieved my jockeys and pants, but stumbled as I kept both eyes trained on her tits. God, they deserved attention.

Lore sidled up to Justine. "Looks like you earned that photography badge." Lore smiled. "Although you can't share the pics you've taken. But we'll vouch for you." Lore's arm slipped around Justine, their bodies touching. My cock jerked higher at the thought of a girl-on-girl display.

"Thanks. You were a big help, you know, getting us connected."

"Maybe I could help you earn a few more badges." Lore turned to face Justine, tits against tits. "Like electronics. Isn't there a computer or technology badge?"

"There is! Oh, I'd love that. I'd be so appreciative."

Lore kissed Justine on the cheek, gently, sweetly. "And I know just how you could repay me."

I snagged the badge list. Maybe Lore would get friskier if she wasn't distracted. "Let me read off some of these. Shooting Star?"

"That's for astronomy," said Justine.

"But Mr. Marcus was a sexual star, and he shot off in your mouth, didn't he?" Lore's modest chest was no match for Justine's whoppers. "What else?" Lore stroked Justine's cheek.

"Research and Development?" I asked. "You did some research this evening - sexual research - and it developed into quite an experience." Lore kissed Justine. Justine jerked her head back until Lore caressed her cheek and jaw. "And there are more experiences ahead of you. I'll coach you."  "Will that give her a Truth Seeker badge?" I tried to support Lore's seduction of Justine. "Absolutely! You need to learn the truth of your sexuality." Lore kissed Justine harder, and Justine participated actively. "And that'll lead to a Women's Health badge," I suggested. The two women weren't to be distracted. If they'd been in a better location with better lighting, I would have snapped some shots of their mutual affection. As it was, I had a hard disk array filled with father and daughter videos, plenty of titillating material. I read down the list of badges. "What is this one, the Science of Happiness?"

Justine blushed. "Nothing."

"It's got to be something. Come on, tell me," coaxed Lore.

"It's a program to increase one's personal happiness."

"So, are you working on it?" asked Lore. "What are you doing?"

"If you must know, our leader said we needed to seek out what made us happy. And I figured it out." 

Justine left both of us hanging.

"And what is it?" Lore cooed. "Touching myself," she whispered. "But I knew there was more. And I thought, maybe if I came here to see Mr. Marcus and learn photography, there'd be an opportunity to do more than just touching myself." "Then you've earned that badge as well, thanks to Mr. Marcus." Lore's hands caressed Justine's back, then her sides, and ended up palpating Justine's tits flesh. Justine returned the favor, squeezing Lore's breasts. I was jealous: all of that touching and me a bystander. My cock was ready for action, if either of them was willing. Lore dropped her hands. Justine's nipples were bright red. "Come on, let's get dressed. Do you have a car?"

My anticipation popped like an overinflated balloon.

"No, Mom dropped me off." Justine slid her skirt up and zipped it. Her breasts hung as she leaned over.

"Terrific. I'll take us for sodas." Lore slipped into her shirt and skirt, but left her lucky dice panties on the floor. Was it a souvenir? "Do you like whipped cream? And a cherry on top?"

Lore was slowly seducing Justine. I would have bet anything that before the night was over, the two of them would be frolicking in bed together. Too bad I wasn't invited to document the revelry in pictures. Lore helped Justine into her bra and then into her blouse. Justine let the vest dangle from her fingertips.

Lore came close while Justine finished getting dressed. "I hope you don't mind, that I'm taking her away."

"No problem." I pointed to the ceiling, indicating the two women upstairs who were constant threats to our sexual frolicking. 

"I don't know what's come over me, but from the moment she came downstairs, I've been leaking," whispered Lore. "Is something wrong with me?"

"Nope. You just appreciate beauty." I kissed her, soft and casual.

"Thanks, Mr. Marcus. I'll let you know how it turns out. Oh yeah, and my interview too."

I pulled on my jockeys and pants. "I'd appreciate that."

Justine came over, all dressed and proper. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, I guess."

"It was my pleasure." Justine got another vigorous kiss, which she leaned into. It wouldn't have taken much for me to wrinkle her shirt, massage those tits and have her on her back for a second helping. But I decided to leave some for Lore. She deserved it. After all, she hadn't charged me for getting the disk array operational. Our lips separated. "Maybe we'll see each other again some time."

"There's always the cookie drive. I'll save you a box."

I wasn't sure she understood the double meaning of her offer. But if she came back either with baked goods or spread thighs, I'd be a taker.

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The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 04



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After Reese's appearance in my office as the Omniscient Software's representative, I was shaken. Well, maybe not shaken enough to refuse sex with Lore and Justine, but certainly upset. However she infiltrated or compromised IT upper management, the results would be catastrophic. Every major system and most of the minor ones would be impacted if we went ahead and implemented Omniscient's products.  And it was pretty clear that no one from the user community had reviewed what it would do to existing functionality. In the best case, there would be complete disruption. In the worst case, the company would implode from a system's perspective.

When I got to the office Tuesday morning, I tightened my belt a notch and went to Tashun's office. His secretary, an older woman, told me he was not to be disturbed. I went in anyway despite her shouts and a feeble attempt to hold me back by my suit coat sleeve after lunging across her desk.

I pulled free and opened the door. Tashun was doing a crossword puzzle. He looked up with a mean stare. "I wasn't to be disturbed."

"This Omniscient Software fiasco doesn't disturb you?" I remained standing.

He leaned back. The chair tilted but remained stable. "What was I supposed to do? I told you, Hunter himself signed off on the contract. I didn't get a copy in advance, or I would have passed it to legal. Standard protocol."

Too bad the dummy didn't think past his nose about the impact. At least Tashun knew what standard protocol was. "So what are we supposed to do? Just let Hunter disrupt the whole operation?"

He aimed his pencil at me. "Do you have a better idea?"

I thought for a moment. "What do you think he gets out of this? Some kind of kickback?"

"Hunter?" Tashun shook his head. "He's too smart for that. And too close to retirement."

"But there has to be something in it for him, to take the risk." I plopped down in Tashun's visitor chair, even though I hadn't been invited to stay. I hadn't been thrown out either.

"Maybe he sees no risk. Thinks of himself as a short-timer." Tashun scribbled something on the paper, scowled and erased it.

This was the first time Tashun and I had a serious chat that didn't involve shouting or accusations of each other. Maybe Hunter was our only safe topic. "Okay, then what's the upside? What kind of perk or advantage does he get out of this?"

Tashun scratched his head with the pencil. "Maybe a well-paid do-nothing position at Omniscient after he retires? That's what I'd shoot for." He stared at the crossword, a different puzzle from the one I was trying to solve. "He's only about a year or so from retirement, if he goes at the earliest opportunity."

"By then, the whole place will be a shambles." 

Tashun didn't seem to be worried. "Hunter is ultimate corporate politician. He'll give a great speech, wave and smile at his send-off, and move on with a nice pension and a comfy executive suite at Omniscient."

Tashun was still missing the point. "And at the same time, the user departments will be calling for our heads. You and me, Dick. The shit will hit the fan and we'll take the bulk of it. No, we have to stop this now, before it starts."

Tashun seemed weary, beaten down, and completely disinterested in anything but his crossword puzzle. "Well, we can't unsign the contract, and the penalty clause is full payment. So we should just bite the bullet and install the software as long as we're paying for it. You'll figure it out. Hunter trusts you."

I noticed that he said 'Hunter' and not 'I.' Tashun's spite was leaking out, poisoning his decisions. Shit, I would have given him back his bonus if he'd only gotten his mind right. Our conversation was about to become normal, with me screaming. I took a deep breath. "But the cost doesn't end there. Interfaces will need to be built at Omniscient's boundaries. There will be new training required, and new operational procedures-"

For the first time, my comments furrowed Tashun's brow. "Weren't those part of the contract?" He pulled open drawer after drawer, looking for his copy of the document.

"I know you didn't sign the contract, but didn't you read it? It says Omniscient will consult for free on interfaces and documentation, but that the client, that's us, bears the cost of design, development, testing, training, and operations. That basically triples the cost, or worse. And how will your budget take an impact like that?"

Tashun pushed the last open drawer shut. "We'll just charge those costs to the user departments-"

"Who didn't ask for this, didn't approve it, and didn't have any say in the matter whatsoever?" I couldn't help but raise my voice. "That will never fly, and you know it. If we let this go, we're cooked. I don't know about you, but I just got back to a Director position and I'm not going to let Hunter or anyone else fuck it up." I hadn't intended on using the word 'fuck' - it sort of slipped out.

"Fuck, huh?" Tashun scratched his head, this time with his index finger. "Reese probably seduced him. It was a miracle of self-control that kept you off of her yesterday. Didn't know you had it in you."

I didn't tell him I was almost caught with my cock firmly planted inside her. "Yeah, self control."  Maybe Tashun had been joking, but I believed he was close to the truth.  "Whatever Tashun did, we need him to admit it and then share his confession with the Board. They'll toss his ass out and cancel the contract. There is a propriety clause we can probably make stick. Evidently, Omniscient was founded by some evangelical organizations, kind of a money laundering, but legal. They'll void the contract rather than take the bad publicity."

Tashun put down the crossword and folded his arms. "And how are you going to get him to confess? Escort him up to the executive suite and beat him until he fesses up?"

I thought about what Hunter's secretary said, the one with the pointy tits. "He's vulnerable, just like the general in A Few Good Men. He wants to tell somebody he screwed the company." And Reese. "I just need to give him the opportunity."

"And then what? You'll have Ms. Ryder take it all down in shorthand?"

I didn't think she even knew shorthand, except maybe giving old Hunter a hand job occasionally. I thought about Zenellis and Reese, both attempting blackmail with recordings. "No, I'm going to record him." I'd brought some of Lore's surveillance equipment to work to use on Reese. "I'll take the risk of getting caught, but if I get a confession, I need to know you'll back me up. Do I have your word?" I stuck out my hand. Tashun squirmed in his heavily padded chair. I didn't think he was on board when suddenly, his eyes went wide as he jumped from the chair and shook my hand with both of his. "Let's get the old son of a bitch. Maybe they'll promote me as a result."

No surprise, Tashun was in this for his own advancement. That didn't matter, as long as I could trust him for support. After the handshake, I counted my fingers.

I fetched a microphone, a recorder and a small roll of duct tape from my briefcase and entered a bathroom stall. In private, I taped the wires to my bare skin. The microphone was connected behind my necktie, and the recorder clipped to the back of my suit pants, covered by my suit jacket. I dabbed perspiration from my forehead and took the elevator upstairs.

I hadn't been upstairs very often, but I remembered the route on my most recent visit when Lorraine Ryder, Hunter's secretary, took me up to his office. We'd stopped for a bit of kiss and grope in the supplies room. I hoped I wouldn't get an erection from seeing her again, but those horizontal peaks were a real turn-on. 

Looking for Lorraine, I overshot Hunter's office. I backed up and saw his nameplate on the wall. A small thin girl who appeared to be under aged occupied Lorraine's chair. Where was Lorraine? On a break? In the bathroom, or had she grabbed some unsuspecting soul and taken him into the supply room for a quickie?

I guessed the age of the girl in Lorraine's chair at maybe fourteen. "Hi, when will Ms. Ryder be back?"

"Oh, she's not here anymore. I'm her replacement, Twiz." She stuck out a tiny hand.

I looked up and down the wide paneled corridor but didn't see her in front of any office. Had Lorraine been snatched by some higher-level executive, perhaps one with a breast fetish? Or a mountain climber? No matter. I was there for serious, not monkey, business. 

"I can give you her personal email address, if you need to get in touch with her." Twiz wrote it on the back of one of Hunter's business cards.

Lorraine was gone? I was about to ask the circumstances when a voice boomed from within the office. "Marcus, is that you?"

I snatched the card from Twiz's desk. "Thanks." Was Twiz Hunter's new 'special employee' as Lorraine had described? Maybe his 'special niece.' 

Twiz smiled. Braces. "I guess that means he'll see you."

Colorful travel brochures were open and scattered on Hunter's huge mahogany desk. He was sitting, bent over, studying the photos of smiling, swimsuit-wearing models that purportedly visited the resorts and destinations being marketed.

I waited patiently until he saw fit to tear his eyes away from a particularly scantily clad and buxom young women. "What brings you up here?"

I forced myself to abandon looking at the same photo. "Uh, me?" Could I actually pull this off?

"Tashun not treating you right? 'Cause from his departmental reports, you've got things moving smoothly again. In a week, I'll be computing compensation - management bonuses, that is - and I haven't forgotten that you'll be getting Tashun's. I'm a man of my word, don't you forget that."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I won't, sir." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Actually, I came up here to talk about the Omniscient Software contract."

"Really?" He stood, took a few steps and leaned out the door. "Twiz, would you please hold all of my calls? Thank you, sweetheart." He spoke to her like she was his daughter, not a secretary. "Take a seat, Marcus." Hunter closed the door and sat down slowly. "Sooo, what questions do you have about the contract? You're not here to convince me to change my mind, are you? Better men have tried."

I wondered who those men were. "Oh no, sir." Was I 'sir'ing too much? Hunter seemed to like the sign of respect.  

"The contract is signed, sealed and delivered. And I have faith in you, Marcus. You do wonders down there in Tashun's department. Everything I throw at him gets done, now that you're back in charge."

If I was really in charge, I would have cancelled the contract. "I appreciate your confidence, sir. But based on the pervasiveness of the software identified in the contract-" I took another deep breath, "-we don't have the budget for implementation."

"We don't?" He leaned back, hands folded behind his head. "So then, don't implement."

"Excuse me?"

"I thought that was clear enough. Sit on the software. Should make your job a whole lot easier."

"Yes. It would." I had half of the smoking gun. The company would easily find cause, Hunter buying something we wouldn't use. Hunter's fiduciary responsibility was in shreds. But that wouldn't get us out of the contract. "So, if I might ask, if we're licensing the software, why wouldn't we install it?"

His hands came down on the table, flat on the swimsuit models. "For exactly the reason you mentioned. I'm no idiot, Marcus. I estimated the fallout of implementation before I put pen to paper. Nope, it would be foolish to implement this stuff. Make a complete shambles of our systems. Users would be looking to string me up."

So he knew? But he signed anyway. I was halfway there, just a bit further to an admission. I must have smiled. "Phewww. That's a relief. Thank you sir." I stood up, as if I was about to leave. Then I delivered my best Tom Cruise impression. "But if we aren't going to implement, why did we license it in the first place?" Just like asking, 'If everyone on base does what you say, and you said Santiago wasn't to be touched, why was he in jeopardy?'

Hunter's voice was a command, just like Jack Nicholson. "Sit down, Marcus." 

I returned to my seat and leaned forward expectantly.

"You appreciated my generosity, putting you back in your old position, upping your salary, assigning Tashun's bonus to you? You did, didn't you?"

"Yes, very much."

"In fact, instead of waiting until next week, I'll just compute Tashun's share and assign it to you, right now. How's that?"

On tape, that would sound like a bribe. "You don't have to do that. It can wait until you do the others-"

"Nonsense. I wouldn't want any mistakes, like Tashun getting the money instead of you." He swiveled to a small laptop, opened the lid and began clicking and typing.

Although I liked what Hunter was doing, for the tape I had to protest hard. "Maybe you shouldn't take the money away from Mr. Tashun."

"No, damn it. He raised that ridiculous scene about you getting another employee pregnant on a business trip with no evidence, demoted you and cut your salary. And his timing made sure you weren't eligible for a bonus you certainly would have received. This is his punishment." He shut the lid of the laptop. "All cared for." 

"Thank you, sir. You're too kind." I wasn't going to get the rest of his story, I just knew it.

"No one upstairs is caring for me like I just took care of you." His gaze was expectant, pleading for understanding. "So, that made it my responsibility, you see. To make sure I'm being cared for." He examined his hands, big hands with thick fingers. "And suddenly, I had these unexpected expenses. Several, all at the same time. A man in my position, well, my reputation is my bond, so to speak."

"Everyone here thinks the world of you, sir." A little schmoozing wouldn't hurt.

He leaned forward. "Which is precisely why I cleared your name of those outrageous charges. A man's reputation is important." He smiled and raised one eyebrow. "Besides, what red-blooded man at this company hasn't played around a bit, huh?"

Hunter had just admitted screwing around with female employees. Lorraine, most likely. But who else? Not Twiz! "If you say so, sir."

He glowered. "Damn right I do!"

He'd created the opening. "So you're taking care of yourself, right? Keeping yourself solvent?" Maybe he would open up.

He smiled, self-satisfied like after a big meal or good sex. "Something like that. Plus some benefits on the side, if you catch my drift." He winked. Aha! There was money behind Hunter's decision. Sex was part of it, too. "You know Reese, Tashun's niece, right?'

"Yes sir." Biblically, twice.

"He introduced me to her a few years ago, at one of those "Dads and Daughters Day" things. Asked if she could watch me work. I thought it was a suck up move. Damn if she didn't have my cock out, sucking me off within fifteen minutes of meeting her."

"Wow! That's unbelievable." I believed every word.

"I knew she was going to grow up into a fine example of a woman. And every year, she'd coax me into doing a little more. Until a couple of years ago, she threw off all of her clothes and begged me to deflower her. All of those experiments, leading up to, well, the event."

I'd been through the same ordeal, but I couldn't share, not on the recording. "But she consented. Heck, she seduced you!"

"Didn't make it right. But I couldn't help myself. Even got her an internship, evaluating vendor software. Which is how she met the folks at Omniscient. Turn around, and she's working for them. And then comes back to me with this big purchase order and says I have to sign off or she'll blow the whistle. Seems she wasn't legal age when we, uh, completed her education."

No wonder Hunter signed off. Statutory rape! I had enough. Any financial kickbacks from Omniscient were picky details. "Now I understand."

"No, you don't. See, Mrs. Hunter passed on a few years ago. Left me alone for the first time. Loneliness can be an awful thing. Some of the women here, they took pity on an old man. Came over to the house. Company made the house seem less empty. Cooked meals. After a while, I got to know some of them better. Seemed they had needs, just like me."

Hunter was playing the 'pity' card. I didn't buy it, not for a minute. But I played along, to get the rest of the story. "It's only natural. Men. Women."

"You may have been in the same situation, you and that Muniz woman. I'm not judging, I'm just saying that if you did seek comfort with her and her with you, maybe you were just luckier than me that your sperm didn't catch."

His sperm infiltrated the secretarial pool and created a squad of Little Hunters? This conversation was getting deeper than I wanted. Time to back out. "I appreciate your candor, I really do. You don't have to justify your behavior with me. But you need to get this contract cancelled." I decided to give him one last shot at doing the right thing. 

He crossed his arms on the desk, covering all of the brochures. "Unless there's some wanton breach of the terms and conditions, which I expect isn't likely, we're stuck with the agreement."

And Omniscient had an office ready and waiting for their former big customer. "I understand." 

"Now, I've taken care of you, right? Tashun's bonus? And you'll have the next one too. But this stays between us, right?"

I had to keep myself clean on the audiotape even though I relished the thought of a second helping of Tashun money. "You don't have to bribe me, Mr. Hunter. Tashun's current bonus makes up for the one I lost because of that unwarranted demotion. We're even. Thanks for your time." 

Hunter stood. "Thank you, Marcus. You're a good man and a good listener. I guess I really needed to get that off my chest. Tough to live with, you know?"

"I certainly do." I had my share of sex secrets too.

He extended his big hand. I wiped my sweaty palm on my pants and I shook it heartily. 

My fingers were on the door handle. All I had to do was leave, and claim success. Instead, I turned my head and asked, "By the way, what ever happened to Ms. Ryder?"

Hunter's face got bright red. "Ungrateful bitch! Excuse my language. After all I did for her, investing in her education, she got snotty with me. If there's one thing I won't tolerate, it's snotty. Fired her ass a few weeks ago. Twiz out there, she doesn't give me any lip."

I expected pretty soon she'd be giving Hunter head. "She seems nice enough."

"Minds her own business, not the snoopy type. And she's got great legs. Probably couldn't see them, with her sitting. Should I call her in so you can see them?" He reached for an intercom button.

"No thanks. Maybe some other time."

That last bit of dialogue showed Hunter's true nature as a leach. As I passed by Twiz's desk, I looked back, just in case her legs were exposed. No such luck.

I rode the elevator down. Hunter was involved in a lot of nasty. Paying blackmail? Child support? It didn't matter. It was unscrupulous and illegal. Maybe Tashun was right about an exit to Omniscient after retirement. The elevator doors opened. I headed straight for the bathroom, ripped off the tape and some body hair. I stifled a scream. Painful as hell. Dressed and with recorder in hand, I stuck my head into Tashun's office. His secretary didn't try to stop me. "Got it. Hunter's confession. How soon can we see the Board?"




The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 04



Tashun searched the calendar on his smartphone. "They meet this week. I'll get myself on the agenda. But how did you-"

"Tom Cruise. A Few Good Men. Great movie." I walked out of Tashun's office, head held high. I'd just saved the company. That was more than a days work. So I took the elevator down to the garage and drove home.

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I found Winifred pacing in the front hallway. Her pale face got very red at the unexpected sight of me. "Mr. Marcus! You're home!"

"What's up? Where's Harriett?"

She pointed to the staircase. "She's getting ready for a dinner meeting, and then a client's fundraising party." She seemed uncomfortable, like her clothes were too tight, despite the fact that her bold print dress was like a tent over her huge body.

"What's wrong?" Harriett had insisted that Winifred be happy with us, so if she had any anxiety, I would surely be blamed. Even if I had nothing to do with it.

"I'm so sorry. I really am." She wrung her hands. "I needed to use a computer, and Harriett was on hers, so I tried using yours but it's password protected."

To keep Harriett and Winifred away from my erotic photos and videos, for one thing. "Okay, no harm done."

"But then I remembered the one in the basement, the older one. So I went downstairs and-"

Shit! I'd removed my password so Lore would have an easy time getting the RAID array installed. And I hadn't put it back on. Had I even shut down the computer after Lore and Justine's visit? "You saw something, I take it?"

Winifred dropped her voice, like she was sharing a secret. But we both knew. "Mr. Marcus, there were all of these videos, of men and girls having sexual intercourse. In all kinds of positions." She was perspiring, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

She hadn't said she saw me in a video, so maybe she hadn't come across that scene. "They're instructional videos. My friend asked me to evaluate them, for educational, uh, effectiveness. Nothing for you to worry about, or mention to Harriett."

"But they were so explicit, I, well, I'd never seen anything like that, and I-"

Harriett's voice came wafting down the stairs ahead of her body. "Harvey, we're going out. Dinner with a client-"

"Yes, Winifred told me. And a fund raiser afterwards."

Harriett smiled at Winifred's efficiency. I smiled because I had to. "There are leftover vegetables in the fridge, and I put the stir fry pan out. Make yourself something healthy for a change."

Winifred glared at me, probably frustrated that our conversation had been interrupted. Both of us knew we couldn't continue our chat with Harriett present. That made us co-conspirators, a better circumstance than Winifred as my accuser and her as a victim.  

Harriett took Winifred's elbow. "Come, dear, I can't wait to introduce you to some of the nicest people-"

Her voice faded as they entered the garage. Then a shout, "Harvey! Move your car so we can get out! How inconsiderate you are!"

I went outside and moved my car to the other side of the driveway. Winifred stared at me, confused and distracted. The same thing happens to me when I watch porn. I waited until they'd departed, and then entered the house through the garage. As I approached the stove with the empty stir fry pan, the magnet on the fridge for A Hot Piece, my favorite pizza place, caught my attention.  How long had it been since I'd seen Nashta, the delivery girl? Too long. 

I decided that I'd treat myself to a pizza and take the chance that Nashta would bring me my pie. Maybe this time we could have a conversation before she ran off. On the phone, the owner was his same, friendly self, barking at me. I was surprised he was still in business with that attitude. Although maybe a lot of his customers were smitten by his erotically beautiful delivery girl.

While I waited, I checked out the basement computer. No password, just as I expected. Winifred hadn't even closed the video player, but there was no father/daughter scene on the screen. By examining the 'Last Modified' dates, I identified which video clip she'd seen. I opened it. Yep, my former neighbor Cocksworth, the one with the foot long, fucking Annie. Shit, Winifred had never met our daughter. How would she react to their first encounter after seeing this?

I heard the doorbell. That was a whole lot faster than any other time I'd called. 

I opened the door and there she was, dark hair with that sexy white streak. "Hi," she said. 

Why were her hands empty? I stepped out of the way. "Come in. I though you were delivering my order."

Her hands were jammed into her jacket pockets. "You order? I go back, get for you."

I put a hand on her shoulder. "No, wait. If you don't have my pizza, why are you here?" I closed the door behind her.

She was looking past me, perhaps wondering if anyone else was at home. "I finish deliveries, had to see you."

Had to? I'd wanted to have some quality time with this erotic creature ever since we'd met. Finally, a chance to chat. "Come in, sit down. No one else is here."

She shook her head violently. "No, cannot."

"Okay, we'll stand. Why did you want to see me." I didn't repeat her 'need' word.

"I very confused." She looked at the floor, not my face. "Other customer, other men, they give big tips. Just like you." She raised her face, our eyes meeting. "But they want things. Touch me. Put hands inside clothes. Kiss. But you, you no ask anything."

"It was just a tip." No reason to scare her off by telling her my fantasies.

"No, money not just tip. Money is escape." She slumped against the wall. "My situation no so good. I go school, work hard, try to make something." A tear splattered on the tile floor. "I live with aunt and uncle. They came over sooner and sponsor me. But they make me bring drugs."

She was a courier? "That's terrible."

"Worst. My uncle, he slips into my room, takes me."

Her uncle was fucking her? Nashta's situation was horrid. I slowly closed the distance between us and took her in my arms. "You poor dear." I stroked her straight black hair. "You don't deserve that."

"When other men give me big tips, I cooperate. It is fair. But you. You don't want. So I give you back tips." She pulled a couple of twenties from her pocket. "Here."

I put my hand around hers, closing her fingers on the bills. "No, you keep them. Maybe if you earn enough, you can find a roommate and move out. Or treat yourself to something nice."

"You nice. Nice man." She stared at me, her eyes and arms pulling me closer. Our faces were mere inches apart. "Not like others. Nice." She pressed her face forward, our lips touching.

It was the kiss I'd been waiting for. Her head tilted, changing the angle of her approach. I held her close to me, anticipating what her naked body would look and feel like. But I was a nice guy, she said. Not someone who'd take advantage. Still, it was enough to get me erect. Could she feel my cock through our clothes? And would it scare her?

And then she slipped me her tongue! Damn, so much for being nice. Our kissing became frenetic. I kissed her mouth and cheeks and eyes and forehead and back to her lips. She was humping against me, demanding attention. My cock was at attention, prepared to give her whatever she demanded. And given how animated she was, I anticipated some really hot sex. Ironic, that by not asking, I was going to get the big prize. I hoped she wasn't scared off by the lump that poked against her lower belly. She wasn't, essentially fucking me with clothes on. I considered repeating my offer to come in, but to the bedroom instead of the living room. 

And then the doorbell rang. She startled and pushed me away.

I reached to fix her hair, out of place from our suckface, but she backed off, out of reach. "You answer."

I pulled the door open. There was pimple guy from A Hot Piece. He looked at both of us. "Nasty, whatcha doing here?"

Nasty? Was that her nickname?

"Nothing. I go." She bolted past him before I could say a word. 

He held out the box.

"She, uh, she thought she had a delivery. But of course she didn't. You do." I gave him a dollar more than the price. 

He handed me the box. "Weird." He tightened his cockeyed ball cap and trotted down the walkway.

Damn, just when I was getting prepared to do the nasty with Nasty, my pizza shows up and blows the whole thing. My cock was unfulfilled. I brought the pizza into the kitchen and pulled a cold root beer from the fridge. Maybe after some pizza, I'd make some vegetables, just to satisfy Harriett, and eat them downstairs in front of a few Zenellis father/daughter videos. As I brought the first slice to my lips, the doorbell rang again. Nashta? Pimple boy? Harriett and Winifred forgot something or came back early? But they had a key. I didn't know what or who to expect.

I peeked through the window. On my doorstep was Ruthie, a friend of my daughter, a bit taller and more mature, holding hands with a young man I'd never met. 

I opened the door. "Ruthie?"

"I thought I was the only one who calls you Ruthie," said the young man.

"I told you, Stanley, Mr. Marcus and I have a history. He can call me Ruthie if he wants."

They crossed the threshold. It was an awkward moment. I wasn't sure whether to give her a big hug and piss off her male companion or shake hands. But how could I shake hands with a young woman who'd I deflowered on her 18th birthday? And not just taken, but shoved my cock all the way up her shallow vagina into her womb. Evidently I was fortunate on that occasion because there were no follow up calls about a pregnancy.

"I haven't seen you in, what, three years?"

"Yeah, my eighteenth birthday at Sally's house. That was quite a mess."

I didn't know if Ruthie was referring to Sally dumping ice cream and chocolate syrup all over us, or the globs of semen and vaginal juices when we decoupled. "So what brings you by?"

"Stanley and I need a favor. It's kind of complicated." She craned her neck, looking past me into the living room. "Is anybody else here?"

"Nope, just me. Harriett and her assistant are out.

"Good!" Ruthie breathed a huge sigh, her breasts rising and falling. I noticed the wedding bands. "You're married?"

"Yes, last year. It's almost our first anniversary.."

"How nice. Congratulations." Stanley was a lucky guy, frolicking in the sack with Ruthie. She was taller but still short and her breasts had grown, voluptuous for her frame. I led them into the living room. She and Stanley sat close together at one end of our couch, me at the other. "So, what can I do for you."

"You can get me pregnant."

"Ruthie!" exclaimed Stanley.

I shook my head. "I think that's Stanley's job." Memories of impaling Ruthie on my cock, deep with the head past her cervix in the shower, raised my temperature and got the blood flowing to my firmest of organs. 

"Maybe I should have been more subtle. I told you, it's complicated."

Stanley spoke up, "It's my uncle and my brothers. Only one of my brothers, actually." He poked himself between the eyes to bring his glasses up.

Ruthie put her hand over Stanley's mouth. "Let me tell him."

Stanley nodded.

Ruthie crossed her legs. They were better too, more sculpted, like she'd been working out. "After we got married, we wanted a child. So we tried our best. I mean, realllly tried."

Stanley's face got red.

I still couldn't compute the need for my contribution. "Okay, well, there are therapists for this kind of thing. They can advise you better than I can-"

"We've been to pregnancy counselors," said Ruthie. "They say Stanley's sperm aren't potent enough to get me pregnant."

Stanley's red face got even redder.

Maybe she just needed a concentrated dose of the little wigglers. "Have you thought about artificial insemination. With Stanley's sperm, of course?"

"I looked into it, but it's way too expensive. We can't afford anything that sophisticated. Or that slow."

"What's the hurry? You're young and obviously in love." Their fingers were intertwined. "But coming to me isn't the answer." I regretted the word 'coming' as soon as I'd said it. "Keep saving up, and keep trying in the meantime, and I'm sure it'll work out-"

"But we don't have time to wait. I have to get pregnant now!"

Stanley stroked Ruthie's head, which hung down as if she'd been rejected. And I had, hadn't I? "Let me explain the urgency. My uncle, my dad's brother, is dying from cancer. And he's obsessed with carrying on the family name. So he redrafted his will - I can show you a copy because he sent it to me and my two brothers. It stipulates that the first one of us to have a child becomes his sole heir. And I mean sole! He's got no kids of his own." 

Maybe Uncle Nutso has the same sperm problem as Stanley. In any case, he'd turned procreation into a contest. "Okay. So?"

"My oldest brother is gay, so that's no problem. My other brother announced his engagement the moment he got his copy of my uncle's will. But his fiancée is serving overseas and won't be back stateside for about a month. So you see, we have a window of opportunity to get Ruthie pregnant."

"Are you sure you want to have a child just to win this contest?"

"We wanted one anyway, like we said. This is icing on the cake." Stanley pulled his wife closer.

Ruthie raised her head. "We were about to give up. But then I remembered you and my first time. So I told Stanley about us. About what we did in the shower, how hard you got and how deep you went-"

"All the details!" moaned Stanley.

"So you're our only hope, Mr. Marcus. If we do it today, at the right time of my cycle, I'll get pregnant before Gary and his fiancée."

I wouldn't actually consider fucking Ruthie into pregnancy, would I? "How do you know it's your fertile time?"

"It's the right number of days. And I've been taking my temperature. Today is my peak ovulating day this month."

I hated the immediacy. "So, what do you expect, for me to take you upstairs and-" I didn't know what words to use, with her husband sitting there. 'Fuck you'? 'Make love to you'? "-stick it in?"

"You make it sound so clinical. You were so kind and sweet last time, I thought we'd both enjoy it."

"Ruthie, we said it would be sex for procreation, not enjoyment. Besides, we talked about paying Mr. Marcus for his services. Businesslike. We don't have the money now, but after Uncle Jake dies-"

"What do you two think I am? Some kind of gigolo or stud for hire?" For the first time, I was insulted about the idea of sex. "I don't work that way."

"But you've done it with lots of young women. Sally told me all about you. I'm just asking for you to do it one more time."

"So, does Stanley have to dump whipped cream or chocolate syrup all over us so we'll take off our clothes and shower together?" I asked.

Ruthie smiled. "Come on, Mr. Marcus, we don't really need that elaborate a set-up, do we?"

I knew it was wrong, but my cock was doing all of my thinking. The conversation had brought me to an erection, and my body wanted a release. Even if the release resulted in a child for Ruthie and Stanley. "Okay, let's go upstairs." I tossed Stanley the remote. "You can watch anything you want. I've even got a few premium channels-"

Stanley dropped the remote. "I'm not staying down here. If Ruthie goes upstairs with you, so do I."

Ruthie stood facing her husband, no space between them. "Now, honey, you won't want to see-"

"The hell I don't! Some guy is going to have sex with my wife. I want to make sure it's the minimum possible emotion involved, that's all. As clinical as possible."

I sighed. How was I going to perform with an audience? "I don't know if I'll even be able to get it up if you're watching."

Ruthie came over and fondled the bulge in my pants. "I'm sure that won't be a problem. You're stiff already, and we're both still dressed."

I led the way upstairs. With Harriett out, we could use the master bedroom, which had a side chair for Stanley.

Ruthie reached for the buttons on her blouse.

"No, leave that on. Just your slacks and panties. And you, naked just below the waist."

I whispered to Ruthie, "Does he think he's the director?"

Stanley plopped into the side chair. "What did you say?"

"I said, 'What will Stanley think of my erection?'" I dropped my pants and jockeys in one smooth move. My cock was hard and erect.

"Shit! Ruthie told me you were big, but that's huge."

In a show of dominance, I took one step closer. "You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

A sharp "No" from Ruthie came from behind me. I turned. She'd taken off her pants and underwear. Her shaved, fat bald pussy waiting for me. Me, not Stanley.

I approached her, took her in my arms and prepared to kiss her.

"No kissing!" hollered Stanley.

I pulled my gaze from Ruthie's face and glanced in his direction. "What?"

"You're not making love to my wife. You're just getting her pregnant."

"Don't we have foreplay when we have sex?" asked Ruthie.

"Sure." Stanley crossed his legs. Was he getting excited and wanted to hide it?

"And why do we do that?" asked Ruthie.

"So that I get hard, which doesn't seem to be problem for Mr. Marcus-"

"And so that I get lubricated for penetration. And I'm not moist. Yet. So would you please let-"

I pushed Ruthie back on the bed. "I can get her moist without kissing her." I dove for the junction of her spread legs and kissed her labia. My tongue darted between them, She wiggled but I held her hips and attacked.

Stanley practically lifted himself out of the chair. "Hey, what the hell-"

Ruthie was breathing heavy. "You said he couldn't kiss me, so Mr. Marcus is getting me wet. Ooooh God, he's getting me sooo wet."

When I was satisfied that I'd gotten Ruthie's juices flowing, I stood upright. Ruthie sat up, her face a bit red, my cock pointing at her. She took it in hand and place her lips on the tip.

Stanley exploded. "What are you doing that for? You don't do that to me!"

"I'm just making sure Mr. Marcus is firm and moist, so he can get in easily. You don't him to hurt me, do you?"

"If you're wet, he'll get in just fine." Stanley pushed his glasses back up.

Ruthie took one last suck. "I guess we're ready." Ruthie laid back on the bed, and opened her thighs. I crawled in between. She guided my cock to her labia and pressed. "It's been a while since I've had one this big."

"What? When?" asked Stanley.

"Just the one time, With Mr. Marcus." Ruthie winked at me. Maybe she'd had others, but I didn't ask and just pressed forward, sliding into her. She was looser than our first time, but still plenty tight. "Oh God, I'd forgotten how good you feel. That night, before you showed up, Sally and I had been looking at photos of naked men on the Internet. That was pretty exciting, but having one in person and close and then inside me-"

"Would you two just get on with it?" Stanley was obviously frustrated with our reminiscing.

"We'll be more likely to succeed if we both have orgasms." Ruthie tightened her pussy. "Talking dirty helps. And getting interrupted by you is very distracting. Can you just sit there and be a silent observer? Or go watch the Playboy channel downstairs?"

"Okay. Go on, get it done already."

I was making good progress, in and out. We were both excited, our reunion very exciting for both of us. I could see it in Ruthie's face.

"I want you to cum in my womb," she said.

"You mean, all the way in?" I kept up my humping.

"Yes, Just like last time."

"Won't it hurt?"

"I'll deal. I want you to give me a child." She whispered "Like last time."

"What?" Ruthie had a baby?

"What's the matter?" asked Stanley.

"Nothing. Shut up!" Ruthie grabbed my ass and pulled. "It spontaneously aborted. But I know you'll knock me up if you get all the way in."

I could feel Ruthie's muscles. Her arms, back, gluteus, everything was tense. "I'll never get in this way."




The Winifred Chronicles Ch. 04



"Maybe gravity would help. Stand up."

I stood at the edge of the bed. Ruthie hung on my neck and pulled herself against me. As she slid down, I positioned my cock so that I'd reenter her. I felt my cock against her cervix. But that's as far as I was going. She was still tense, trying too hard. As she rubbed against me, the buttons on her blouse scratched my belly. "Can you take your blouse off, please?"

"Sure."

"Hey, that's not necessary," complained Stanley.

"It is if you want me to continue. I'm only going to check out Ruthie's cleavage, to get me excited. Her buttons are rough."

"Oh, okay, but that's as far as-"

"We're trying to make a baby here," shouted Ruthie.

Her frustration was showing, and so was her cleavage, which had deepened since last time due to bigger tits. I had to make Ruthie more relaxed. Last time it was warm water and a sudden thrust that broke through. 

I noticed that Stanley had opened his zipper, his cock in his hand. Our mating got him so excited, he had to touch himself. Ruthie's back was to her husband. "You know, your husband is a real stand-up guy."

"You're just saying that because he's allowing me to have sex with you."

"No, really, look!" I turned us so she could see Stanley's average sized penis poking out of his pants. "See, Stanley is standing up."

Ruthie snickered. I chuckled back. She giggled a little louder, which provoked me to laugh. Pretty soon, we were both laughing out loud.

"What is it?" Stanley covered his erection with both hands. "Are you two laughing at me?"

Ruthie's muscles had relaxed. That was my opportunity. I pulled her down hard on my cock. Ruthie gasped. The head of my penis passed through her cervix. I was in, the tight grip holding my cock captive.

"Oh God, you did it!" Ruthie kissed me with pent-up passion.

"Hey, no kissing. This is supposed to be just sex."

Ruthie took a break from saliva swapping. "Oh it is." Ruthie swayed side to side, then pressed her groin down to force me deeper. "The hottest sex I've had in a long time. Long and hard."

The massage of the tip of my penis by Ruthie's cervix was outstanding. "I'm really close."

"Good, finish already," said Stanley.

I rubbed Ruthie's ass. "I need something more, something to tip me over."

"Did you say tits?" Ruthie reached behind to undo her bra hook. With her hands occupied, I held her weight.

"No, I said no breasts." Stanley stuck his finger on his glasses and jammed them up his nose. "You don't need to see Ruthie's breasts to-"

"Yes, he does." Ruthie had already tossed the bra over her shoulder. 

I appreciated Ruthie's willingness. "I need to see them and suck them and-" I stopped describing and started showing. 

Ruthie moaned and writhed against me. "I think I'm ready. Are you ready?"

I pulled away, my teeth scraping a nipple. "Yes, very close."

"We're in the wrong position. All of your sperm will leak out, just like in the shower." Ruthie slipped me her tongue.

She tasted so good, her saliva carbonated. "Good idea. We wouldn't want all this effort to go to waste." I walked up to the bed and slowly lowered us without decoupling. 

Ruthie laid, legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs. "I don't know how long I can keep this up. You have to finish me now."

"Now? Right now?" I asked. Her cervix clamped down on the sensitive spot on my cock, just below the head. "But only if you cum too." I was about to blast, but I could still be a gentleman.

"Oh God. Oh God. Make me a baby. Make meeeee-"

I thrust in and out, short strokes, never leaving her womb. If I slipped out, I'd probably wouldn't get back in. I felt her fingertips barely stroke my balls. I pressed forward and splurged hard up into her. "Aggggggh." 

Ruthie screamed, "Yessssss."

My balls weren't finished. I thrust again and again, draining my scrotum.

I let my cock stay inside her, plugging her so my sperm had the best chance of hitting one of her fertile eggs. I kept her pelvis tilted as well.

"Is that it? Did you finish?" Stanley stood, his pecker at attention.

"Yes." I'd just cuckolded the young man and felt terrible about it. "I have an idea. Why don't you take my place, and keep Ruthie from losing any ejaculate."

Ruthie smiled at me and nodded to her husband. He threw off his clothes to match his wife's nakedness. He got beside me on the bed.. As I pulled back, I tipped Ruthie's hips so her vagina opening faced the ceiling. Stanley got into position and stuck his prick into his wife. She cooed, as if she was enjoying his average sized dick. In my mind, she was faking.

I scooted off to the master bathroom to wash off my sticky penis and get dressed, confident that I'd delivered a belated wedding present to the young couple. I wondered whatever happened to Sally and the rest of Annie's friends. The possibility of reunions with them stirred my penis.

I decided to leave the happy couple alone, so I bopped downstairs. I tuned the cable box to the Playboy channel. A special, "Where Are They Now?" had just started. The subject: the whereabouts of former supermodels. In the introduction, they flashed pictures of the models they'd researched. And that's when I saw her face, the face from the corridor outside Underwuud Photography. I knew Elizabeth was beautiful, but a supermodel? The narrator said her full name was Elizabeth Harden. My Elizabeth, the one whose husband would pay if I got her pregnant. Evidently she'd given up modeling and married Unger Abel and was an executive in his corporation, focusing on the work of the Abel International Foundation, which funded health initiatives in needy countries. Good for him, I thought. And good for her.

Ruthie and Stanley came downstairs. "We just wanted to say thank you."

"Are you sure you should be standing up so soon?" The possibility that Stanley would let us make it a double-header crossed my mind. His arm firmly around Ruthie's waist told me he wouldn't allow it. I muted the show and met them in the foyer.

"It was nice to see you," I said. See her? I'd impregnated her.

"Same here. I'll let you know how it turns out."

"I think you've just changed our lives." Stanley extended a hand and I shook it.

"Bye, Mr. Marcus." Ruthie pulled away from her husband, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, tongue and all.

"Ruthie, stop it." Stanley was pissed. He must have thought we were finished.

"I was just thanking him." Ruthie let her hand drag down my chest as she stepped away.

Stanley grunted.

I let them out and went back to the Playboy special. Had I just started a new phase in my sex life, getting women pregnant? Elizabeth would be the second, assuming she'd ask me. And assuming I'd just succeeded with Ruthie. Did I want to go around, making women pregnant? And intentionally? I'd been lucky for so long. Maybe Lore was right about my Lucky Peter.

Dinner the next evening was going to be very interesting.

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