Double His 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-in-law 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-in-law.  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.

* * *

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.

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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