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ON ROYAL PALM ESATE Part One: Happenings between a man and a woman

On Royal Palm Estate PART ONE :
The Happenings between a man and a woman
Montego Bay, Jamaica.
April, 1821.
I was twelve years old when father had us all shipped out to Jamaica. He had given up his title of an Earl. He was a respected member of the ton back in England. Forced into an arranged marriage, early in his twenties, his wife, she had given him no children. My mamma, as I learned to understand, was his mistress. He loved her unconditionally, and when his wife learned of her and of me, her outrage, the humiliation, and the scandalous tirade from various members of his in-laws, had only serve to make him happier, that he was finally able to be solely with me and mamma.
I didn’t want to move to Jamaica, but, I was a quiet child and did as my mamma and papa told me.
Four years has passed now, and I cannot imagine my life anywhere else. I fell completely in love with everything, and rarely thought of anything or anyone back in England.
Papa was very wealthy; he owned several sugar plantations, and he exported sugar and molasses along with flour and rum so we lived lavishly; happy and in great comfort.
I was almost sixteen when I first saw it. I was confused, frighten and intrigued. I didn’t know what it was; I only knew that I wanted to know.
I didn’t know what sex was, I suppose that I was so caught up in my activities, that I had hardly noticed my body and its changes, and in turn neglected the discovery of that part of life all together.
It was in the middle of the afternoon when Babette and I had decided to go riding. We raced our horses towards the pond, our special spot to cool off and talk of mischief. I always won our races. In the few years I have lived at Royal Palm, I had grown, a little more out-spoken, confident and daring.
“Beat you again”, I huffed, landing my feet steadily on the ground, I gazed up at her smirking and out of breath.
“Oh,” she whined, “I’m not as swift as you are or as skilled, at handling…”
“Oh come now Babette,” I chided her softly, cutting her off.
“We’ve both received the same training. We both know you hold yourself back, instead of giving me a real…”
“I am not like you Renee. You are headstrong and I am of a docile nature. Truly like a lady.” She added haughtily.
“Ha!” I laughed out. “A lady you say. Yes, yes, that’s what you are predictable and too yielding. A true bore.” I smiled widely, shaking my head.
Babette was not put out by what I had said. I have said it enough times and times again.
She did not push the argument. I would always win, so there was no point. But I knew she was content with the way she was.
She gracefully landed herself off her horse. Carefully smoothing out her dress.
We tied our horses and left them, then walked steadily, arm in arm, on the familiar path through the palm trees.
“Have you finished the book I loaned you” she questioned.
“No”, I said distastefully. “It is too much of knight rescuings with damsels in distress. I grew tired of it by the second page.”
“Hmph, well.” She said then.
“Come Babette,” I said cheerfully, “You know I cannot abide such nonsense”
“The happenings between a man and a woman are not nonsense, Renee.”
“The happenings between a man and a woman, what are you talking about”
She smiled knowingly and I was taken aback and suddenly disturbed that Babette knew something I did not. I did not press her, although I desired to know. I did not want her to be the one to appease my ignorance. Whatever it was it could not be of much importance, I told myself. So I forgot about it, and we passed the afternoon merrily. Enjoying the freedom of splashing in the pond completely naked.
It wasn’t until, about six weeks later that the thought came to my mind again.
I was within the stables that evening, brushing my horse contentedly, when I heard a curious sound. It came from nearby, inside a small boarded up space, a little room where we kept the tools.
I went to investigate. The door was slightly ajar making it very easy for me to see and not be seen from the angle from where I stood.
It was two of the slaves, Toni and Joe. The female, her dress was pulled up high and I could see her privates, she was bare. She had her legs wide open, with the male standing close between them.
I quickly took in the differences in their bodies. She small and soft and with a vagina. Something I knew all females had. Although, I did not know it could be invaded.
He, big and hard, and possessed with a different sort of body part, similar to that of what I’ve seen under my horse. What I now know to be his penis.
They were groping each others bodies and… and… kissing heatedly. He held up one slim leg over his muscular arm and I saw him use his bigger body pressing it so intimately into hers. The male was completely naked. He stood tall and strong, and I watched fascinated, as his taunt backside flexed. With each thrust, I heard a moan of ecstasy escape the female. I have never heard such a sensual sound before and it touched me to my core. I did not know why, but, I had suddenly reached for my nipples, the middle of my palms brushing them through my clothing. My eyelids grew heavy, my heart started to beat faster and my breathing became slightly labored. I felt an aching between my legs. A wonderful, alien feeling I did not yet know existed.
I watch as his pace increased. His body slamming into hers.
He was pounding her mercilessly and yet the female clung unto him, her slim fingers digging into his muscled flesh. Her eyes were shut tight. Her face a display of emotions I had yet to comprehend.
I heard the slapping of his balls between them, the slick wetness flowing from her puffy cunt.
He fucked deeper within her, and faster. Causing the boarded walls to shake soundly, with each hard thrust. Her moaning got loader and loader.
I watched as they both cried out, seeming to reach some high, a state of which I knew not. And like that it was over, and I quietly went back towards my horse.
I lay in bed that night trying to relive everything I’d seen. Trying to figure out my own reactions and their meaning.
As I finally drifted off to sleep, my last thought, before my dreams began were,
So this is what Babette knew, these happenings between a man and a woman…..

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A family that cums together stays together (Chapter1)

This is my first ever attempt at writing an erotic story, constructive criticisms is greatly appreciated as are comments about what you’d like to see added.
I’ve tried to keep things such as ages and appearances of the two girls and even the guy as non-de as possible, this is so that you can picture hopefully fill this information in yourself and enjoy that aspect.

Playing Doctor with the boy next door.

One sunny afternoon, I went next door to play with Matt. I was 7 and he was six years older than me. Matt and I have exploring sexual things and games with each other for a couple of years before this incident. Such child games as doctor and house, I loved playing doctor with him. Always when I went over to his house we would go into the basement. There was a bathroom, a bed a couch and a TV plus the laundry room. The laundry room was hidden away from the other parts of the room, so things weren’t easily seen.
As we were walking down the stairs he was holding my hand and in the other hand was a little doctor bag that I had brought over. Walking words the couch I could see that Matt had made a bed on the floor for us. As I sat down on the couch Matt turned on the TV to make some extra noise. He sat next to me and placed my hand on his cock. Being at such an age and to do anything…”wrong” felt so good. Matt grabbed the doctor’s bag and opened it up. He pulled out a fake syringe cuff placing them on the floor next to the couch.
I leaned in and kissed Matt on the lips, sliding my tongue into his hot mouth. Our tongues collided and rubbed up against one another as if in a dance. He started to lay me down still kissing. As our lips parted and I was lying on the couch I reached for his pants and began to undo them. As I did so, I noticed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath exposing his hardening cock. I threw his pants onto the floor and he scooted up towards my face. I opened my mouth and began to lick the head of his cock. I LOVED the way Matt’s cock tasted. Slowly he began to fuck my hot mouth with his cock. Shoving his cock deep into my throat could feel my self getting wetter by the moment.
“Matt” I said, “I want you to lick my pussy” a surprised look came upon his face as I said those words. He pulled my pants off and tossed them next to his. “well, I can see your enjoying this” he said with a smirk on his face and pointed to my wet spot. I giggled and bit down on my index finger. I slid down my panties and they were hanging off of one ankle. He lowered his face to my pussy, that hasn’t grown hair yet. He took the tip of his tongue and licked ever so lightly. He repeated this and began to open my pussy lips licking my clit. To feel a hot wet tongue rubbing up against your clit is indescribable. He began licking harder and moved down to my hole and started to insert his tongue into me. I arched my back in the delight of his tongue; I started to rub my chest through my shirt. He picked up the syringe and placed it at my hole; he started to insert the cold plastic into my vagina.
Instinctively I moaned and thankfully not very loud. He pushed the plastic syringe into my pussy and then back out. Slowly he started to pump the syringe into my dripping wet hot pussy deeper. His cock was fully stiffened by now. “I want you to relax your body because I’m going to do something that you haven’t felt before” He said looking into my eyes. I laid back and tried to relax my body; he aimed the syringe at my tiny little asshole and started to push it in. I gasped at this feeling, It was a mixed emotion, It felt so good, nothing like I’ve ever felt before, but at the same time it sort of hurt. Matt continued to shove the plastic syringe into my asshole until it was buried deep.
“How does that feel?” he asked looking into my eyes. Speechless I moaned in delight and mutterd “it feels so good”. He smiled and started to rub his cock, “now I’m going to need you to relax some more because I’m going to do something else that you haven’t felt”. Before I could realize what he was doing he had taken his cock and started to push it in my soaking wet pussy. Trying not to moan I gritted my teeth together.
I know that the syringe has been burried into my pussy before, but this is the first time that i had a cock sliding into me. Thankfull Matt had broken my cherry with the syringe long before we did this. He began pumping his hard cock into my pussy deeper and deeper with ever thrust. ” O Matt i want you to cum in me” i said feeling my body coming closer to its wonderful orgasim. I took the arm band and bit down onto it trying to muffle my moans. I felt my butthole pucker tighter around the syringe and my pussy tighten around Matts throbing cock. All of the sudden my body spazimed and came, squirting Matt out of my tight pussy and onto him. He began to stroke his cock and not soon after he came on my pussy.
Our juices mixed together as he fell limp upon my chest, and i combed my hand through his hair. soon realizing that i still had the syringe burried into my asshole, i got into a doggy style position and begged Matt to take it out. But he instisted on teasing me with it… by pulling it almost out but then shoving it hard into my ass. What juices were left in my pussy came flowing out with every stroke. Soon i came again but this time he licked up every drop, and laied next to me kissing my lips. ” Now thats my little Angel” he wispered in my ear, and we both slowly driffted off to sleep.

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The Dancers Buck’s Party

Here it is, finally. I am really sorry for the long delay. the next one wont be as long i promise. The next chapter is the wedding and will mostly be full of fluffy adorableness, so i have packed this chapter with quite a strong sex scene dripping with smutty goodness 😉 Enjoy

Seduction of a white boy part 2

A bit about me. I was born in Europe, when I was 3 years old my parents moved to a Latin American country where I was raised. Must of the population are dark skinned, not black, more like light to dark brown, I am white…. like milk.
At the time this happened I was 12 and Raul, the neighbor’s maid’s son, who was 15 years old, has fucked me about a dozen times in the building’s basement. By this time he knew how to prepare me by applying plenty of saliva on his cock and I have learned to relax and take it in me. It was a safe “relationship” no one knew about it and I felt very comfortable with him. I always got very horny, in fact, sometimes I wished he would lasted longer because as soon as I started to enjoy it he would come.
They were two shoeshine boys and they were between 15 or 16 years old, I have seen them several times around the neighborhood, they would go from house to house looking for work, sometimes I would see them sitting on the sidewalk with their shoeshine boxes and a few pairs of shoes doing they work. They would be in our neighborhood every two or three weeks.
I would walk to and from school since I lived about a mile from it and there was no reason to take the school bus. One afternoon as I was walking out of school I saw them outside the main entrance, they were playing with marbles, a game I enjoyed, what cut my eye were the marbles they were playing with, the were beautiful, some were full of colors some were transparent but inside they had what look to me to be petals of flowers, some were solid colors, nothing like the ones I had that were plain white marbles. So I decided to watch them play.
Soon one of them asked, “Do you want to play?” I immediately agreed.
Since I played with my marbles at school during recess I had about a dozen with me and I started to play. At started to ask them about those beautiful marbles they were playing with and it became obvious to them that I was very much attracted to those marbles.
We played for about a half an hour and then one of them look at me and asked me, “Do you want to flip a coin for the marbles?” I immediately nodded, “Yes”, and he got a coin from his pocket and threw it in the air. I lost. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew I could ask my mother to buy me more marbles but what disappointed me was not to have won theirs.
Then he said, “Double or nothing?” since I didn’t had any thing else to bet with I said, “I have no more marbles”, then he look at me right in the eye and very serious he said, “If you win, you get to keep yours and ours but if you lose, you let us fuck you”. Just like that!
I was not embarrassed; my desire to have those beautiful marbles was a greater feeling. I nodded, “Yes”. I lost again.
They were street smart and I was very naïve but I knew I had to keep my side of the bet; I didn’t want to risk being beaten.
Immediately they picked up the marbles from the ground and their shoeshine boxes and we started to walk into the school grounds, I didn’t know were where they taking me, I felt some what nervous but on the other hand we were inside my school and that made me feel somehow safer. We walked around the main building and walked into a room on the side of the building, I have never been in there; it was the janitor’s room.
I immediately did what I have done many times before with Raul, dropped my pants and briefs, I took one feet out of them, spread my legs and bended over what look like a working bench. There I was, with my school uniform, pants and shirt with the school logo and with my naked butt ready to get fucked by two older boys. It didn’t take long for one of them to place himself behind me, I felt his wet cock, he had applied saliva on it and before long he was working his cock into me, he started to go in and out, with every stroke he would go deeper in me, I turned my head a bit to my left and saw the other boy watching with a small grin on his face, he was standing about five feet away from us, his friend was fucking me harder than how Raul used to, his cock felt bigger, if not thicker, it sure was longer, I could feel it deeper in me.
Then the other boy walked near us and the boy took it out of me, I wasn’t sure that if he had come and then his friend took his place, he friend applied saliva on his cock and since I was already well lubricated it didn’t take him any time to go inside me. He started to fuck me and after a while I realized that although it was just like with Raul, this time it lasted and it gave me time to enjoy it. I was getting fucked and enjoying it. After a couple of minutes they traded places again and I realized they were taking turns!
His friend started to fuck me again, and he lasted longer and when he started to come, he fucked me even harder, I don’t think he wanted to hurt me I just think that is how he liked to fuck.
Immediately after he came, his friend took his place, he too applied saliva on his cock and went inside me, I was already well lubricated with saliva and his friend’s cum, he too fucked me harder that Raul. He lasted about the same time as his friend and with one strong push he went all the way in and I felt his pubic hair, he didn’t move, he just left it deep inside and then he came.
I pulled my briefs and my pants up and we left right away. We walked to the main entrance and we said “bye”. On my way home I could still feel them, my butt was reminding me of the fuck they gave me, they sure had their way with me. Raul has never fucked me like that.
A week or so later I saw the shoeshine boys again. They were waiting for me as I walked out of school. Let me know if you want me to tell you what happened.

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NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL

This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

A Southern Gentleman- Love-Hate Heartbreak

a continuation of A Southern Gentleman. Once again, this is a TRUE story. It involves teen sex. This isn’t something that you sit at your computer and beat off. This is for me to get my sins and misdeeds off my chest. This is my story. Some names are changed. I hope you enjoy.

Missy: Day Eleven

My heartfelt thanks go to all that read, vote and comment on my stories. It’s encouraging and inspiring me to keep telling Missy’s stories in her strange, extremely horny world. Happy reading!

Missy: Day Eleven

My heartfelt thanks go to all that read, vote and comment on my stories. It’s encouraging and inspiring me to keep telling Missy’s stories in her strange, extremely horny world. Happy reading!

A Present For Daddy!

Present for Daddy
Her body throbbed. She stopped the car in the driveway
and shut everything off. A tiny whimper popped from her
smeared lips and she sank into the seat for a moment. Her
pussy pulsed inside her soggy panties. She squeezed her
thighs together, thinking about the hard cock that rammed
into her hungry hole only a few minutes before, pumping a
gusher of hot come into her cunt. Finally swinging her
high heels to the concrete, she locked the car and crossed
to the stoop and paused.
Her fingers searched her purse for a moment and then
extracted the translucent latex. Her long fingers weighed
the milky contents in the yellow porch light. A tingle ran
though her as she remembered his jerking cock filling the
rubber with his first load of come. She made up a story
about no pills and he had consented to use the rubber.
She shivered and hurriedly untied the knot in the
tube and holding the top open, sniffed the pungent odor of
come. For one final minute she looked at the thick, still
warm liquid then she tipped the rubber and poured the love
juice into her open mouth and rolled it slowly on her
tongue. The tangy flavor permeated her palate and she held
the still warm love juice captive in her mouth.
She unlocked the side door and stepped inside.
Holding the strong flavored come in her mouth, she paused
and listened. The soft sounds of the TV bobbed through the
house. She crossed the kitchen and paused in the dinning
room. He was sitting nude on the carpet, his eyes fixed on
the TV screen. The VCR whirred softly. On the TV screen,
a large cock plunged slowly onto a hairy pussy and slowly
pulled out to the head. She could see his hand stroking at
his lap as he gazed at the fucking on the screen.
Her high heel clicked on the narrow expanse of bare
floor at the dinning room floor. His head swiveled and he
smiled at her. His fingers were circling the head of his
rigid cock, slowly massaging the head. For a moment she
gazed at his swollen cock, the purple head appearing
between his thumb and fingers then disappearing. Her
slushy cunt pulsed and she almost swallowed the mouthful
of come. She crossed the room and stopped next to him. He
stared up at her expectantly.
“Did you bring me something?” he asked. She nodded
slowly and bent down. He tilted his head and their lips
met. Parting her lips, she let the warm thick come slide
from her mouth and into his open mouth. A low groan escaped
his throat and his tongue probed her open mouth, scraping
the dregs of the come from its hot wet corners. As she
ground her lips against his, her nostrils flaring, her
body began to heat up. Her hand found his jerking cock and
pull his hand away and up under her skirt. Her knees bent
and her thighs parted as she guided his strong finger up
to the crotch of her panties and clamped her thighs around
his hand. His fingers clawed at the soggy nylon.
Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped, her breath
coming in raspy rushes. He gazed up at her, licking the
traces of come from his lips. His fingers pulled the nylon
band aside and slushed into the oozing hole it covered. He
stirred her cunt, rolling her clit and driving his fingers
deep inside her molten cunt. He pulled his dripping
fingers from her crotch and out from under her skirt.
Looking into her passion glazed eyes, he lifted his coated
fingers to his mouth and licked the combination of come
and cunt juice from them.
“You like the taste of come, don’t you Daddy?” she
rasped.
“And pussy juice.”
“But you like come.” Her eyes were slits and she
pushed her own hand up her skirt and dug into her drooling
pussy with her fingers. “You like sucking come first hand
out of a cock!”
He looked at the lust distorted face of his oldest
daughter and smiled. She was very much like her mother.
Hot pants! He could see her slender fingers plunging into
the gaping opening of her cunt as she coaxed him and
teased him.
“Yeessss!” he hissed. His hand had found his
throbbing cock once again and stroked it as he gazed at
his daughters distorted face.
“You’d suck off your own son if you had one. It
would turn you on if this was a cock instead of a cunt,
wouldn’t it!”
He nodded. He dropped back on his elbow, almost
lying down and watched her as she finger fucked her self
and worked them both into a impassioned frenzy.
“But you like to suck pussy just as much as you’d
like to suck a cock.” Her voice was a bare whisper.
She fixed her eyes on his eyes and licked her lips.
Pausing, she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the
carpet. She rolled her panties down almost to her knees
and spreading her white thighs, opened the lips of her
pussy with the fingers of one hand and rolled the swollen
knob of her clit with the fingers of her other hand.
“Watch me, Daddy! Watch me jerk my pussy off!” She
whined. His hand stroked the swollen head of his pulsing
cock in rhythm with her fingers.
“You’d like to suck my slimy pussy, wouldn’t you?”
She waited, her fingers pausing between the fleshy lips of
her cunt.
“You want to suck the come out of my cunt, don’t
you!” she demanded.
Unable to vocalize, he nodded emphatically.
“His cock was big and so hot, Daddy. I fucked him
first, catching his come in a rubber. That’s what I had in
my mouth,” she revealed. He moaned and jerked.
“Then I sucked him off. His cock jerked and spurted
for a long time and I swallowed every drop! I love to suck
cock, too!”
Her body was arched above him, her fingers tearing
at the soggy hole between her legs. She whimpered and
jerked.
“Ooooh! Oh! its coming!” She shuddered and jerked,
waves of pleasure engulfing her.
“Its…..soooooo…..good, Daddy!”
His hand flew over his cock. His ass bounced on the
floor. He forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch
the girls climax. Suddenly,the dam broke.
“Baby!… Oh!… Daddy’s coming!” he wailed.
Still shivering from coming, she forced her fingers
from her pussy and dropped to her knees. His hand had
frozen on the shaft of his cock and she could see the
purple head of it swell and spread as the hot river of
come flowed up the column of hot flesh. Her head dipped
quickly and her small mouth opened, wide.
He jerked and groaned as through the fog he felt her
hot mouth close over the head of his bursting cock. His
fingers tangled in her hair and he held her head in
position.
“Suck, Baby! Suck Daddy’s cock!” he wailed. “Suck
all my come out of it! Does it taste good with Mom’s cunt
juice still on it?”
The girl whimpered and sucked faster. She
identified the strong second taste on his cock. Her tongue
rolled the head, her fingers cupping his balls, rolling
them in the soft skin sack.
“Uuuhhhhhhh!” He slammed his cock deep into her
throat and pumped glob after glob of hot thick come into
her suctioning mouth.
After long seconds the last stream flooded her
swallowing throat. She pampered his cock with her mouth
and then rolled aside, her fingers still circling the
softening shaft.
Curled together, their naked bodies damp with the
the afterglow of passion, he stirred and stroked her hard
nipple.
“Can we take this too far?” he asked.
“Nooo. This is just our play time,” she soothed.
“How old was this guy, tonight?”
“He said twenty-two but he wasn’t a day over
nineteen,” she replied. “He got off so quick, I almost
didn’t get the rubber on to catch it.” She laughed softly.
“Its a good thing we don’t have a daughter. If she
were as hot as you, I’d have to fight to stay away from
her.”
She smiled at him. Her slender fingers scraped the
underside of his half hard cock.
“I’m all you can handle any way,” she cooed.
“I know,” he responded. “Next Saturday you’re the
mother and I’m the son who discovers her naked?”
“Ummmm Hmmmmm!”
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Sister in Law Massage

This is mostly a true story. I did have an “encounter” with my sister in law, it may not have gone as far as it did in this rendition. Enjoy!

The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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