Making Scents Ch. 09
“Previously on Making Scents:
“OK, let me ask you this,” Tyson continued. “Do you really think you can discover a magical formula that will make people irresistible?”
“It’s the basic pheromone principle,” Donald explained. “We know how they work and they are very powerful in the animal world. If you can just find the correct scent for a person at the right intensity you should get a proportionate response.”
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“Are you sure you want to save yourself for Carol?” Tyson asked. “You said she has a boyfriend.”
“If she responds like these women, it won’t matter,” said Donald. “And besides, I want my first time to be with someone I know is sweet and caring and loving in bed. That’s Carol. Although, I’m hoping some wild stuff will come later.”
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Donald didn’t know which was worse: that he’d lost his virginity to the wrong woman or that he’d actually missed the moment when he lost his virginity! He had no idea how long Rachael had been riding his cock, but when he felt her pussy squeeze him, he no longer cared.
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Kevin never thought he would resort to drugging his mom so he could fuck her but, God damn it, if Donald can get a piece of that and he can’t!
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He walked quietly to the bedroom and looked in to see who Tyson had nailed this time. When he saw Carol his face went white.
“I don’t ever want to see you again!” Donald told him. He turned to address the girls as well. “I don’t ever want to see any of you.”
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“He caught you in a threesome?”
“Yeah.”
“And he’s still a virgin?”
“Yeah.”
“God, what a blow to his ego. I wouldn’t want to see you again either.”
“Nance, I don’t know what happened. Really. It’s like I was drunk on sex with Mariko when Carol walked in.”
“Mariko? She was Japanese?’
“Yes.”
“Was she hot?”
“She was cute. She got very sexy when she got horny. Slim waif of a girl though.”
“I love Japanese girls. Think she’d fuck me?”
“Nance, focus. What do I do about Donny?”
–
“Hey Donny.”
He spotted his sister, Daphne sitting on the couch.
“Daph, what are you doing here?”
“I need your help big brother. I think Ahn may be cheating on me.” She got up and hugged him. “Oh Donny, if he’s having an affair, I don’t know what I’ll do!”
–
Chapter 9!”
Donald’s sister Daphne was much like Donald in that she had a keen mind, but not much in the way of looks. Two years younger than her brother, Daphne was akin to Velma in Scooby Doo. She had the short rounded haircut, the thick glasses, the pudgy build, and a voice that, while currently pleasant, hinted at becoming the grating noise of a cranky old maid in years to come. The fact that she landed Ahn (or Allen as he was known to his friends) was the luck of circumstances. Ahn was the product of a Dutch father and Chinese mother. He stood almost six feet tall and weighed in at two hundred and thirty pounds and, back in high school, none of it was fat. Today he had gained loved handles and a bit of a belly but in clothes was still a marvel to look at. He had sandy brown hair, oriental eyes and chestnut skin. He was a natural athlete. His only problem was science. Ahn had a business-oriented mind and the mandatory high school sciences courses threatened to cut his GPA down to a point where he wouldn’t be able to get into the colleges he wanted. Enter Daphne, tutor extraordinaire.
By the time that Daphne was assigned to Ahn in the school’s tutoring program she had been through far too many sessions with other jocks. The thought of spending an hour a day trying to impart knowledge to a stump far outweighed the view she would have when doing so. Her friends were excited for her. “An hour a day with Allen Vrogt!” She only groaned in response. He would use his charm to get try to get her to do his homework for him just like all of the others before him did. She had to admit that it worked the first time . . .and the second. By the third jock, however, it was a tired game that resulted in hurt pride and time wasted that could have been spent finishing her own homework. No, Daphne had grown wise to these men in just a few short months. She prided herself in picking up on things quickly in all aspects of her life. Then Allen walked in for their first session.
He was probably the first one that was actually polite to Daphne, introducing himself and thanking her for her time right off the bat. She was used to compliments such as “Wow, you’re cute for a tutor.” and “I think intelligence is sexy.” All lies. She guessed that Allen had heard that those tactics were now useless on her and that he was trying a different approach. Their session was pleasant. Allen tried to make a few jokes and she politely smiled. He made an effort to do as she instructed and slowly, but somewhat painfully, came to the correct answers. He thanked her again when they were finished and actually shook her hand. He frowned a little when she didn’t grip his hand tightly.
“If you don’t take hold in a handshake offered then the offerer will think that the gesture is being made under false pretenses.” She looked up at him and cocked her head. “You don’t think my ‘thank you’ is genuine?” he asked.
“No, I do.” she said awkwardly. She didn’t know if he was playing a game or if, in her indifference, she had actually insulted him.
“Then shake my hand.” he challenged.
They shook again. This time her grip was as firm as his. “Thank you, Daphne.” he said again. “I really appreciate this.”
Allen left, leaving Daphne standing there wondering what just happened. She lost control of the situation for just a moment, but it was a crucial moment. He had left with the upper hand as polite as he had made it seem.
–
They met the next day and shook hands before sitting down. Daphne made sure her grip was genuine. Allen smiled in appreciation. It occurred at that moment to her that this may be his way of getting close to her before he asked for the usual favours. She decided to proceed cautiously. She had to admit that this one intrigued her. He was either a genuine good person or skilled in the art of manipulation. She was hoping for the latter because she wanted to catch him and call him on it. What she didn’t know and what Allen later told her was that she was equally intriguing to him. He was used to women falling over themselves to please him. She had a no nonsense approach to her work and, in that first handshake, he thought that she was either repulsed by him or playing some mischievous game of hard to get. He was hoping for the latter because he wanted to catch her and call her on it.
And so it went. They met each day, each playing a little game of sleuth. Neither of them suspected that there was really no game to play. Subtle probing questions arose from each of them in an attempt to make the other one slip up. All these questions did was allow them to get to know each other better. Allen resisted the urge to make Daphne laugh, thinking it was her plan to make him woo her. She was that challenge that men get pulled into because they loves games and don’t like to lose. On occasion his nature got the better of him and Allen told a good joke. Daphne rarely laughed, but always politely smiled. This aggravated him immensely, but he was not going to let her win.
Daphne was impressed with Allen’s willingness to learn. His knowledge of physics had improved dramatically once she started using football analogies. He revealed that he actually started applying certain principles during practice and improved his game. He told her that he couldn’t believe that she was tutoring him in sports as well as science. Daphne giggled at the remark, but quickly caught herself, coughed lightly, and resumed her formal lesson. Once in a while he’d say something so funny that she couldn’t help but laugh, despite herself. This aggravated her immensely, but she was not going to let him win.
The battle went on for weeks, the winner being Allen’s grades. Even though Allen was pleased with the academic results, the social ones tormented him. This girl was an enigma. She had a wit that no one he knew could match and taunting yet alluring smile that emerged when she used it. Daphne’s method of taking his personal experiences and turning them into questions of physics, biology and somehow chemistry went a long way to helping Allen out, but also caused him to reveal more to her than any other girl he had known. He got into the habit of pretending he couldn’t relate to things so that Daphne would use a personal experience of her own to make a point. She saw this as a way of him getting inside information on her that he could later use to seduce her. She admired his cunning and knew from then that he would become an outstanding negotiator in the business world. A balance resulted in which half the information came from each of them and each of them carefully made sure that the balance was maintained. What was oblivious to both of them was that half the school year had passed by with neither of them giving in. Although it had become apparent to both that some game was being played. Friends on both sides said that they were obsessed with this competition.
“She’ll tap the end of the pen to her teeth when she’s coming up with a new plan to use on me.” Allen told his friend Pete. “When her eyes sparkle I know she’s got it.”
“He’ll run his fingers through his hair when he wants to turn the focus back on me.” Daphne told Ming-Li “And when he needs time to think he’ll nibble on snacks he’s brought for just that purpose.”
“When are you just going to bang her?” Pete would respond.
“Wouldn’t it be easier and less time-consuming to just do his homework rather than prepare for and play this stupid game everyday?” Ming-Li would ask.
“That’s just what she wants!” Allen would exclaim.
“That’s just what he wants!” Daphne would argue.
With the big Valentine’s Day dance approaching Allen was reminded that he didn’t have a date and hadn’t actually been on a date in two months. Allen remembered his last few. The conversations during them didn’t hold a candle to the talks that he and Daphne had in tutoring sessions that would sometimes stretch into three hours. On his dates he’d “Uh huh” and “Hmm Mmm” and wonder why the girl he was with wasn’t being tutored herself. Then he’d stare at her drink and remind himself to ask Daphne about carbonation the next day. Of course he slept with them. When a hot girl throws herself at you despite an agonizingly uncomfortable dinner and you haven’t had sex in a week, you take what’s offered. Then when the last girl he was with sat naked in bed next to him, striking a seductive pose to indicate she wanted to go another round, Allen realized that he had no attraction for her and feigned tiredness to get rid of her as soon as possible.
Valentine’s Day was the last thing on Daphne’s mind. Having only had a Valentine when one was assigned to her in kindergarten and him preferring to eat mud rather than kiss her (actually doing it too), she had long since given up the notion of having a Valentine or hoping for one. Ironically she had a few offers this year. They were from what others called the geeks of the school and she thought of as awkward friends. She could say yes to them but they weren’t what she wanted and she was not one to settle. When asked what she wanted she had no answer. Daphne was not one to fall for looks, which gave the geeks an opportunity, but she needed someone who was confident around her and could challenge her each day. None of them were up to the task.
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“You’re going to have to tell her.” Pete said to Allen.
“Tell who what?” Allen asked, completely lost.
Pete patted him on the back with a slight chuckle. “Blind. How poetic. You know the other guys are going to raz you for a while, but they’ve pretty much figured it out, the smart ones anyways. The rest’ll get used to the idea. If they don’t, then to hell with them anyways. This is our last year. I’ve never see you so passionate about anything and I honestly believe she’s the best thing for you. I’m your best friend. I think I know you better than anyone. Well, except maybe for her.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Pete laughed loudly this time. “How can you not see it yourself? ‘Her smile mocks and enchants at the same time.’ ‘Somehow the total lack of make-up makes her attractive.’ ‘Her disinterest in fashion gives her a unique style.’ Any of those quotes sound familiar? Face it. Despite her looks, she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met.”
Listening to quotes he’d made complaining about her, Allen finally saw what Pete was getting at. “You’re crazy!” he denied.
“You’re the one that’s crazy,” Pete corrected “for not doing something long before this. The dance is Friday. You should bring her. I like her. The guys like her. If you don’t ask her, I’ve half a mind to ask her myself.”
The last statement was what drove the point home. Jealousy swelled up inside unexpectedly at that thought. Allen stood up and grabbed his jacket.
It was 10pm. Pete was a little shocked at his initiative. “I didn’t mean right now!”
“You said yourself. I’ve let it go too long.”
–
Allen had dropped Daphne off at home on several occasions when their tutoring/fencing sessions had gone long. He’d never been inside her house nor had he met her family. His introduction to her father took place at 10:20pm on a night when he made sure that incoming calls ended at 10:00 and guests were out by 9:00 so that he was sure to get a good night’s sleep.
“May I speak with Daphne, please?” he asked in response to the “What the fuck do you want?” stare he got when Mr. Jacobs opened the door.
The reply was “Do you realize what time it is?” actually meaning “Are you some kind of a moron?”
“It’s very important, sir.” Allen tried to explain. “It can’t wait until morning.” As an afterthought to make it sounds plausible to the man he added, “School stuff.”
Mr. Jacobs grunted and shut the door. Not knowing if that meant “I’ll go get her” or simply “Fuck off”, Allen stood quietly on the porch. A minute went by before he contemplated the punishment for ringing the bell again. He was saved when Daphne re-opened the door dressed in her flannel pajamas with a robe wrapped loosely around her.
“Ahn, are you crazy?” she whispered loudly. She’d been calling him Ahn since she found out it was his birth name. She was the only one outside of his family who called him that. He never objected to it and now, hearing it on this visit, he understood why. “Do you know what time it is?!”
“”Why do they keep asking me that?”" he wondered.
“I need to talk to you and it can’t wait.” He began.
“You have a physics problem that needs solving this late?”
“No.”
“You found a rebuttal to the argument I won today.”
“No, I-”
“Let me guess-”
“How about you shut up for a sec so I can tell you?”
She finally saw the look in his eyes and realized that this was very important. She stepped outside, closing the door behind her, then took his hands in hers, neither of them noticing because it came so naturally. “I’m sorry. What is it?”
And then he froze. Here she was, waiting. Eyes usually playful and fierce were now filled with warmth and concern. She squeezed his hands as if to prompt him.
“I need to get a new tutor.” He finally blurted out in a pathetic attempt to avoid what he needed to tell her.
“Wha? . . .Why?” The hurt on face was obvious. A look of panic shot into her eyes. She responded with far more emotion than she should have. Catching her at home this late made her drop her guard and the emotions left unprotected and exposed let him know that their feelings were mutual and caused him to smile as he answered.
“Because I’m in love with my current one.”
She didn’t know how to respond. Was he for real or was this the last step in the world’s most underhanded and hurtful deception? He squeezed her hands this time. “We’ve been playing games for too long, Daphne. I want to stop. I want to put all my cards on the table and tell you how I feel. I want us to be together and I really, really . . .oh fuck it!”
He pulled her in and kissed her. Their lips met, her eyes went wide and her mouth opened slightly in the shock of the moment. Within seconds her eyes closed and she kissed him back. Her arms wrapped around him as she felt his arms not only embracing but comforting her. It was the first real kiss for her and the first kiss that really mattered for him. Neither of them could say how long it lasted, only that when ending there was a mixture of regret at separating and joy at what they’d discovered.
“I love you, Daphne.” He said with surety.
“I love you too, Ahn.” She let him know, even though the kiss had already told him.
They held each other for a while before engaging in a smaller affectionate kisses.
Unexpectedly the door opened and Daphne’s brother Donald appeared. “Ok, you two knock it off. You can see her in the morning, Ahn.” The two had never met but Donald knew instantly who Ahn was from talks with his sister.
He pulled Daphne by the arm and she floated inside, her eyes staring off into space and her smile seemed permanently etched on her face. Ahn absentmindedly began to move inside too, but Donald stopped him. “Snap out of it, Romeo. Your car’s that way.”
Ahn came to his senses and turned to leave.
“Oh and Ahn,” Donald said to regain his attention, “It’s about bloody time.”
Ahn was stunned. “Am I the only one that didn’t know?”
“Nope. She’s as big an idiot as you are.” Donald smiled, before closing the door.
–
Ahn picked her up for school the next day, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible in an impossible effort to make up for their period of obtuseness. They hugged and kissed hello and snuggled in the car, but as they approached the school Daphne pulled away and sat quietly and nervously. Ahn asked her want was wrong. She bit her lip and squeaked out what she figured he was too scared to say. “We can keep this a secret if you want. I don’t want to intrude on your life and I’m just happy having you to myself when we’re alone.”
Ahn burst out laughing and then told her about his conversations with Pete and her brother. He bet her that her friends would probably give a similar story. (He later won that bet.) She immediately snuggled back into him, kissing his cheek before getting comfortable.
The truth was that not everyone knew about the couples feelings for each other. Ahn’s male friends knew as did Daphne’s female friends. Everyone else was stunned. Daphne was greeted with mixed reactions when Ahn strolled up to his friends holding her hand. The guys who she’d gotten to know just before or after Ahn’s tutoring sessions hugged her, made playful fun of her and asked if she’d dull her wit around them now. She’d almost always gotten the better of them in snide remarks. They enjoyed it because she was one of the few girls in the school who didn’t either swoon over them or pretend to be unimpressed in order to win their respect. Ahn had wrongly thought that the latter had been the case with Daphne, only she genuinely “WAS “unimpressed with them (as athletes). She received haughty looks and the sucking of teeth from the girls. On the flip side Daphne’s friends seemed to lose the power of speech when she brought Ahn to them, while the boys nearby made comments they were sure would go over Ahn’s head. When he shot back an excellent retort to one they fell silent.
Daphne surprised Ahn later that day at their tutoring session. He moved in to kiss her, but she only offered her cheek before making him sit down. When asked her what was wrong she replied, “Nothing, but this is important to you, to your future plans. So until you get through the lesson we are tutor and tutee. After that you can kiss me.”
He didn’t think he could love her more until that moment. After the session she moved in to kiss him and this time he stopped her.
“Uh uh. My turn. You don’t get a kiss until you answer a question of mine.”
“OK, give me your best shot.”
“Will you go to the Valentine’s Day Dance with me?”
She lunged at him, hugging him fiercely and almost knocking his chair over.
“Is that a yes?”
–
It would be a fairy tale ending (or one of those teen movies) if Daphne arrived at the dance looking like a princess when she was properly done up. In reality Daphne was a plain girl who was thirty pounds overweight. The dress looked nice, but could have been better. There was really nothing that could be done with her hair given its short length. And she didn’t own contacts so she wore the most elegant looking glasses she could manage, but they were still glasses. Daphne looked better than she ever had but didn’t hold a candle to the other girls in Ahn’s world. Ahn looking like a movie star in his suit caught the eye of nearly every girl there. None of them caught his. At his side where everyone saw a pudgy girl in a frilly dress, he saw a princess.
From the start they knew that neither could join the other’s world. They were too different. Both respected, appreciated and visited the other’s world fairly often, however. That made their relationship work. Daphne made appearances at jock parties but made no attempt to join their social scene despite urgings from the guys that liked to pal around with her. Ahn came to watch Daphne in plays and was her date at art displays. Their time alone together was most precious to them, but also most fleeting. Daphne didn’t want them to get so caught up with each other that their grades suffered so she scheduled in time for them, allowing for a spontaneous get together or two each week. The one thing their relationship was missing was sex.
As much as he loved her and was patient, Ahn was used to getting laid fairly often and his craving grew. Daphne was a virgin, however, and didn’t just want to do it for the sake of doing it. Ahn’s life was further complicated by his friends constantly asking if he nailed her and girls practically stripping in front of him to lure him away from her. The day before his nineteenth birthday Daphne was sick and asked that he come by the house at lunch with her assignments for the day. When he arrived a note on the door said to let himself in. A note in the hallway said to go upstairs. A note at the top of the stair said to go to her room. A note on her door said to open it. Inside Daphne sat on the edge of her bed wearing a sexy negligee. She had lost ten pounds for the occasion. The curtains were closed and the room was lit with candles. A final note was stuck to her. It said. “I’m your birthday present. Unwrap me.”
Ahn practically charged in the room and took her in his arms. His kisses were deep and loving but there was urgency in his hands. Daphne pushed him away gently but firmly. “It’s my first time. Can we take it slowly?”
Ahn’s senses returned to him. He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. He eased himself on top of her and they did nothing but kiss for a few minutes. He lifted himself up and slowly removed her negligee. With her naked on the bed, he kissed and explored her body, although he already knew every inch of her. They hadn’t been completely celibate. They had played naked before and done some mutual masturbation, but sex, even oral, had been off limits. Her nipples were harder than he’d seen them before. The anticipation must be killing her. He made her wait a little longer as he squeezed and sucked and teased her breasts. She made little squeaky noises that he loved to listen to. When her breathing got ragged, he moved down to her trimmed bush (which he had been the first to trim). His fingers touched her pussy lips and her squeaks got louder and faster. For the first time, he touched her with his tongue.
“Oh my god, that’s amazing!” she whispered.
She expected it to feel much like his fingers, but the softness, the wetness, created a whole new sensation. Daphne didn’t know what to do with her hands. Grab the bed? Grab her breasts? Grab Ahn’s head? She’d seen scene like this in some movies, but never watched a porno. She ended up putting her hands over her face and squeezing her own head. Ahn was no stranger to cunnilingus but when Daphne’s voice suddenly got muffled he stopped and looked up at her.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Mmm Hmm.” she nodded through her hands.
“You want me to keep going?”
“Mmm Hmm.” Quicker more urgent nods.
“You know you can grab my head if you like.”
Her hands shots down and shoved his face into her pussy. She didn’t see him smile as he slipped his tongue inside her for the first time.
“GODDDD! You’re incredible!”
He chuckled. Although he liked the compliment, she had no comparison to base his skill on. That did not stop him from doing his best to please her. She was soaking. He wanted her that way before he got inside her, but now he debated whether he should make her cum from his tongue first. She needed to be relaxed, he reasoned. An orgasm would get her in that state. So, he moved his tongue back up to her clit. Shoved two fingers into her cunt and finger fucked her while licking at the same pace. Seconds later Daphne screamed. Her cum leaked out of her pussy and he licked a little of it out, causing her to shudder.
Slowly he climbed her body. When they were face to face she grabbed his head again and kissed him like it would be their last time. She tasted her own juices for the first time but didn’t even think about it. She was trying to show him how thankful she was for what she just experienced. Ahn kissed her back, appreciating what she was telling him in action, if not words. Soon their kiss broke and she gave him small pecks on his lips and cheeks. He pulled his head away enough to stare into her eyes. They did nothing but look at each other for almost a minute. Telling each other “I love you” with only their glances. Then she felt his cock press at the opening of her pussy.
He expected her to get a little nervous at what was to come, but a grin spread across her mouth instead. Ahn shifted up so that Daphne’s face was in his chest and he had enough leverage to penetrate.
“Hold me.” he told her.
Her arms wrapped around him tightly. Ahn pushed in slightly surprised at how tight Daphne was. “Relax” he said and she loosened up just a bit. He moved his cock in and out, lubricating more and more of it as he slipped in farther, until he felt Daphne’s hymen. His cock slid back until it was almost out and paused for half a second. His hips shot forward. His cock rocketed in. Daphne buried her face in him as a bolt of pain hit her. She didn’t make a sound. Ahn felt her try to compress his body in her arms. He remained still, stroking her hair with one hand. When he felt her finally relax, he began to move. Her arms tensed up again, but not as much as before. His cock slid in and out of her, making her whimper at first. He maintained a slow steady pace until the initial pain was gone. Soon her little squeaks were like music to him. He picked up the pace. Daphne’s head swam. She knew this was supposed to feel good, but if she’d known it would be this good she’d have jumped Ahn on her porch the night of their first kiss. Squeaks became loud moans. Her grip tightened again. This time her nails raked his back. She brought her hips up to meet his and discovered even more pleasure in this act.
“Oh god, Ahn, I love you!” she called out before stars seemed to burst in front of her closed eyes.
Her orgasm was huge. Her actions were the same as when her hymen broke but for completely different reasons. Ahn, slowed to let her recover, but as soon as she relaxed he renewed his efforts with increased vigor. Daphne thought about how small in comparison the parts of their bodies were that were giving feeling that were all encompassing. But that was only part of it, she immediately realized. The feel of his body, the smell of him, the taste of his sweat, the sound of his moans all contributed, but his cock, his big wonderful cock, she could die happy now, having felt it. She could die even happier when the next orgasm hit her.
Ahn couldn’t believe the feel of Daphne’s pussy. It seemed to stimulate so many different parts of his cock. He prided himself on stamina but he’d been holding his orgasm since her first one, two minutes into the actual fucking. She just had her second and he was sure he wouldn’t make it to her third.
“I’m gonna cum” a breathless announcement came.
“Not in me.” she told him, her voice calm despite the consequences if he didn’t listen.
He slid out and reached down to jack off onto her, but she beat him to it. Her hands worked his cock as they had done on previous nights. He had shown her what gives him the most pleasure and she showed him now that he’d been a good tutor. His cum sprayed with such force that it landed on her tits, a small amount making it to her shoulder. He accompanied the display with a loud long grunt. Her hands continued to massage him and another volley launched, this time only making it as far as her belly button. A final load sputtered out only a few inches, most of it leaking over Daphne’s hands. She slowed to long subtle strokes until she was sure he was done, then reached up and pulled him down on her. His cum squished between them but she didn’t care. He did . . .especially when her cum covered hands rubbed his back.
“Ew. Daphne!”
She giggled beneath him. “I’ll clean you up in a sec, baby. Just hold me and tell me you love me.”
He did.
–
Ahn proposed when they were twenty-one. They were married at twenty-three after graduating and getting careers going. Ahn became a business consultant and considered himself an arms dealer since, whenever a company hired him to outdo a competitor, the competitor would hire him next. Daphne opted to teach high school, leaving her summers free to pursue art. She drew pictures of her dream home and garden which she shared with Ahn (as she shared everything). Ahn made her aware that such a structure would probably collapse on itself, since it was designed on aesthetics alone and not structure. He even showed her the physics of why it wouldn’t work. She laughed, saying she’d tutored him too well in high school.
By the time Daphne arrived in Donald’s apartment afraid that Ahn was cheating on her they had a two year-old boy and four year-old girl.
“Don’t breathe.” Donald told her. “Find something to plug your nose with”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“I’ve been working on the formula all day!”
“What formula?”
“”THE “formula!”
“You’re kidding. You didn’t actually get that working, did you?”
Donald stared at her, wondering why she wasn’t trying to take off his clothes or something. “It’s not working on you.”
“Maybe it doesn’t work as well as you think. Or at all.”
“Of course!” If a light bulb were above his head, it would have just lit up. “You’re my sister!”
“You’re just piecing this together now?”
“No, no, the pheromone is coming off my body, part of my scent. Our scents are so similar it has no effect on you. That would probably mean the formula would work on you the same way it does on me.” He shook his head. “Never mind, I’ll figure it out later. What happened with Ahn?”
“He’s been a bit distant lately and I found out that he hasn’t been spending as much time at work as I thought. A lot of times, if I call during the day, he tries to get me off the phone as quickly as possible.”
“He could just be important meetings.”
“I’ve know his business for years, Ducky. He doesn’t have important meetings that often. If things are important, he resolves them quickly.”
When they were young Donald started calling Daphne, Daffy. She retaliated with Ducky. They might as well both be ducks.
“Did you talk to him about it?”
“Yes, he says it’s just a very busy time because of some special projects, but he won’t tell me about the projects, citing NDAs.”
“NDAs?”
“Non-disclosure Agreements. Didn’t you have to sign one when you started at your company?”
“Yes, I just didn’t know it had an acronym.”
“Anyways, I decided to follow him today. He went to work like he said but, just as I was going to drive away, some girl met him, kissed him on the cheek and he got into her car.”
“Did you follow them?”
“I lost them leaving the parking lot.”
“Did you confront him about it?”
“No, I came here.”
“Daff, I know it looks bad, but there could be lots of reasons why he drove off with her.”
“I know, but I don’t want to find out myself in case it’s not the reason I want. I couldn’t bear to see him . . .with her.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I want you to find out.”
“Me?”
“Please, Donald, just follow him with her and tell me where they go and what they do.”
She called him Donald to let him know how serious she was about it.
He sighed. “Fine. When?”
She hugged him. “Tomorrow morning when he goes to work.”
“Ok.”
He frowned, suddenly remembering something, then grabbed his thermos. “I better put this in the fridge.”
“Your thermos?”
“The formula.”
“You keep it in your thermos?”
“That’s how I sneak it out of the lab. There’s only so much I can test there without raising suspicions on time and resources.”
“So what, you have a lab in your apartment?”
“Yes.” He led her to the third bedroom which she had assumed was his office, mostly because he put a sign on the door saying “Office”. Inside was a well stocked little lab. “I also use it for actual work purposes like when I wake up with an inspirational idea and want to try it out.”
“Speaking as a geek, Ducky. You’re a dork.”
“No, I’m a quack.”
–
Nancy lay naked on her side on the dining room table. Her left leg hung toward the floor. Her right leg rose straight up in the air above it, held by Tyson who used it to propel himself deep inside her, much the way a dog humps your leg when you’re standing. She wanted to dig her nails into something as she meowed, but the slick hard surface (which she’d oiled up) afforded her no such opportunity. In fact, the way her body slid around made her giggle when she thought about how it must look to a voyeur if one were present.
“Well this is different.” she laughed.
Tyson smiled down at her. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Oh no! I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it. Just that it’s different. Can you making long circular strokes?”
Tyson did as instructed causing Nancy’s body to slide in a fishtail motion across the table.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
“That’s not the type of enjoyment I meant!” Tyson was half amused and half annoyed. He liked knowing that his cock was sending waves of pleasure into a woman, not that she was using it as an amusement park ride. This was Nancy though. Laughter and sex seemed to go hand in hand with her. He pounded her hard and deep a few times to shut her up. Her arms shot straight out, clawing the air as she orgasmed.
“Fuck “ME”!” she yelled in surprise.
“I am.” he winked. “Passengers are reminded to keep their hands and feet inside the car at all times.”
She laughed, “Operators are reminded to keep their cocks inside the passengers at all “TIIIMES”!!”
Tyson had accompanied his last thrust with a finger massage of her clit.
“I’m sorry. What was that?” he grinned.
The fingers were too much for Nancy to have a comeback ready. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop doing thaaaameeeeeeeOOOOOOWWWWW.”
Her body arched back so suddenly that her upper body shot off the side of the table. She was balanced on her hips, held safely by Tyson. His playfulness getting the best of him, he reached under her, replacing the support of the table. He then swung her around a full 360 degrees, managing to pump her three times in the process. Nancy was still in the throws of her orgasm, heightened by his added thrusts when she felt the table suddenly beneath her again.
“Did the room just spin?”
“No, that was you.”
“This was such a good idea! Spin me again!”
Tyson did. She laughed as her body flew and her pussy was filled with pleasure. Holding her up wasn’t easy for Tyson, but if he lost his grip he could try to make sure she landed on one of the towel covered, pillow piles she had built on either side of the table. Tyson had watched her assembling the little mountains while great curiosity. His interest mounted when she coated the table top with baby oil. She greased her upper body last, carefully mounted the table and beckoned him to her. Her slick hands quickly brought his cock to full attention before she told him to fuck her. Nancy had been great that day, comforting him in the morning, trying to get him to confront Donald in the afternoon, taking him out to clear his mind when she realized that both he and Donald probably needed the day to think about things, and finally setting up some “sexcapades” to take them through the evening when he promised to go see Donald in the morning. He was lucky she had the day off although, he guessed, she would have called in sick if she didn’t. He also needed to get another job soon, but that could wait until he resolved things with his best friend and stopped spinning this little sex kitten around the room.
“I can’t keep that up.” He warned as she slid back onto the table again.
“K, let go and lean back a bit. I don’t know if this’ll work. Keep your cock in me though.”
“O . . .K” Tyson wondered what she was up to now.
Nancy grabbed the sides of the table as best as she could, hoping her hands wouldn’t slip in the middle of her little feat. Then she twisted her body, causing her legs to trade positions. Tyson’s eyes went wide as her cunt spun around his cock. He’d never felt anything like that before.
“You like?” Nancy asked, knowing the answer. She twisted her body from side to side a few more times, watching the man shudder as he stood. Suddenly, he grabbed her upper leg and spun her back until she was on her back with her legs to either side of him. Slick hands did their best to lock on her hips and pull her hard toward him. When their pelvises met, his hands slipped and she bounced away sliding toward the far end of the table and off his cock. She managed to hook her feet on his waist before she got too far away and she pulled herself back with them. Seeing a grin on Tyson’s face as she approached, while his hand aimed his cock at her, she shut her eyes and slid in fast. If this didn’t work Tyson would feel it more than her. Luckily, his aim was good. His cock shot perfectly back inside her.
“A perfect ten!” she yelled.
“And the judge orgasms!” she yelled back.
Nancy cocked her head at him. “She does?”
Her ass was suddenly invaded but his thumb while his fingers went crazy on her clit. Her legs convulsed, effectively making her fuck herself on his cock. The combination made Tyson’s words come true in seconds.
“MMMEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOWWW!” Her hands reached up to grab the top of the table, fell short and scratching ineffectively on the surface. “Get on me.” She told him, the playfulness suddenly gone from her voice.
“We’ll slide off.”
“Please, I want to kiss you.”
Tyson climbed on. He could only hold on to Nancy since his hands slipped out when he tried to use the table for support. That’s what she wanted anyway. She held him close and kissed him meaningfully. Then her hips came up to his. He reciprocated. They fucked while both tried to correct the sliding of their bodies so they wouldn’t fall off.
“Come for me, baby.” She breathed into his ear. He was already nearing that point. He wondered if cumming meant going off the table. Finally his hold on her tightened and he let out a loud moan. Nancy felt him unload in her and wrapped her legs tightly around him to enjoy it. A few short thrusts and he relaxed on her, breathing raggedly.
“You ok?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Nancy grabbed the end of the table and yanked. Their bodies shot off and tumbled onto one of the pillow piles. Tyson bounced off and his now slick body slid across the floor and into a wall.
“Bitch.”
Their laughter filled the room.
–
“Dinner was great, Kevin.” Rachael told her son. “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“You’ve taken care of me all my life, mom.” Kevin smiled. “I like to repay you every now and then.”
“You’re sweet.”
Kevin got up and started clearing the dishes.
“Let me help you.” Rachael offered.
“No, I got it, mom. You go to the family room. I rented that movie you wanted to see.”
“Finding Neverland?”
“Yeah.”
Cleaning up the dishes was Kevin’s way of giving the drug he’d put in her drink enough time to work on his mom. He took his time and when he arrived in the living room, Rachael was watching the previews on the DVD. Her eyes were already starting to glaze over.
Jose had told him the drug would put a girl in a haze where she wouldn’t mind what was done to her. She’d pass out eventually but was fuckable for sometime before that. Most times they don’t remember what happened when they wake up.
Kevin sat next to her. Her head rolled to the side suddenly and then snapped up. “Wow.” she exclaimed. “I think I drank too much wine with dinner.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not like you have to drive anywhere. It’ll probably wear off by the end of the movie.”
“That’s true.”
“And I’m here to take care of you, mom.” He squeezed her leg through the business skirt she wore. Her hand came down to squeeze his.
“That’s my boy.”
He didn’t remove his hand afterwards, but left it on her thigh. Rachael licked her lips intermittently and had broken into a light sweat. Kevin’s hand slowly began to rub her leg. She didn’t seem to notice. Slowly his motions moved her skirt up her leg until he was rubbing her bare leg. She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa and he took the opportunity to push her skirt up even further.
“Baby, I think I may need to go lie down.”
“It’s ok, mom. I’ll take care of you. Rest your head on my shoulder.”
She leaned in and got comfortable. Kevin continued his massage, now with even easier access to her.
He turned slightly toward her and started to unbutton her top. “Here, let me make you more comfortable.”
“Thank you, baby.” she murmured, content to snuggle in his shoulder.
Soon her blouse was opened. Kevin stared at the breasts he loved so much, trapped within a red lace bra. Luck was with him. It had a front clasp.
He opened it and her breasts pushed out like horses out of the gate at a race.
Rachael shuddered, “Cold.”
Kevin rubbed her breasts and squeezed them. “Better?”
“Mmm hmm.” She nuzzled into him further.
Seeing that the drug was in fully effect, his hand on her thigh pushed in against her pussy. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to fuck her tonight. Desire took over. His head was pulled to her tits like steel to a magnet. Rachael’s head rolled back along the back of the couch.
“Wet.” she whispered as his saliva coated her breasts.
Her pussy momentarily forgotten, Kevin straddled his mom and played with her tits like he’d dreamed of doing for years.
She finally seemed to grasp what was going on. “Kevin, what . . .what are you doing? Stop . . .It’s wrong.”
“Just let me take care of you, mom. You’ll love it.”
Pushing her over so that she was lying on the couch, he removed her panties and quickly descended on his mom’s pussy. She tasted better than he had imagined she would. His tongue was everywhere trying to be everywhere while his hands squeezed her muscular ass. He smiled when he heard her begin to moan.
“”That’s right, mom. It’s me that making you feel this way. I’m going to make you cum so much that you’ll want me even when you’re not drugged.”"
Rachael’s legs spreader wider for him. He looked up so see her squeezing her tits. Kevin slipped a finger inside of her to get it wet, before working it into her ass. As soon as it was in he tongue fucked her. She convulsed and squealed. His finger continued to work in her ass while his tongue moved back and forth between clit and pussy, sucking on her lips during the trip. It wasn’t long before her moans got loud and her body started shaking.
“UUUUGGGHHH!” she moaned as she came, her juices flowing onto Kevin’s greedy tongue. When he had licked enough of it up, he jumped to his feet and stripped. Rachael lay on the couch seeming to cuddle with herself. Kevin climbed back on and slipped his cock inside her. He tried to kiss her but, in her state, she kept rolling her head from side to side, making it nearly impossible.
He started to fuck her. Rachael began to moan again. Her hands came up to hold him. Her breasts pushed into his chest. He’d been waiting for this moment for years and he knew that it wasn’t going to last long. He was too excited. He thrust himself in and out of his mother. She brought her hips up to meet his. They weren’t mother and son then, Kevin told himself. They were man and woman, Kevin and Rachael.
“God . . .” she whispered.
“Enjoying yourself, Rachael?” he asked
“Yes . . .”
“Want me to stop?”
“No . . .”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me . . .”
“Say it like you mean it.”
She tightened her grip and her hips smacked powerfully into him. She was getting close. He realized she was going to cum before him and the thought of his prowess made him smile.
“Fuck me!” she called out. “Fuck me, Donald!”
“”Donald? What the fuck?!”"
Rachael’s legs wrapped around him like a vice-grip. Her head flew back as she screamed in orgasm. Kevin pushed back with all his might, but she was too strong. She came all over his cock for Donald. He wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of her. When she finally recovered, her arms flopped to the sides. Kevin yanked himself free and stood, looking down at her. A serene smile was on her face. “Thank you, Donald.”
He stormed out of the room.
–
Kazumi rolled over in bed and grabbed Mariko’s breast. He wanted to fuck. So did she, just not him. She loved her husband. She really did. But, so many nights lying beneath him getting almost no pleasure from the experience didn’t make his invitation a welcome one, especially not after the other night with Tyson. It was her duty to please him and serve him, just as it was his duty to support her and protect her. That and love was what made up their marriage.
His hand worked roughly on her breast now. It was bad even before it had really begun. Then she asked herself why it had to be. She grabbed Kazumi’s hand, holding it firmly. “Please, husband, gently.” She whispered and moved his fingers across the tip of her nipple. That was better. She put her hand behind his and applied pressure through it to squeeze her breast just right. She showed him how to roll her nipple in his fingers, moaning and cooing when he got it just right.
Kazumi wondered what had gotten into his wife. At first he thought that she was on her moon and overly sensitive. So he let her guide him. Now he realized that she was trying to instruct him how to please her. Did she really think that after so many years he didn’t know how to please her?!
He was about to put a stop to it when he felt her hand on his penis. She was gentle and soothing and strangely erotic. She never touched him there except for the odd time when he made her suck him. He took hold of her arm, preparing to mount her, but she moved his hand to her other breast and turned toward him. He got the idea. They lay facing each other, she stroking his shaft, he massaging her breasts. They stared at each other. She was smiling at him. He soon found himself smiling back. He had never really experimented with his wife’s body. He knew how things worked. Rub her breasts and she gets wet. When she gets wet, stick your penis in and have sex. It was simple. But now the looks she was giving as his hands touched different spots on her was riveting. He was almost unaware of his cock being stroked as her eyes closed, her lips pursed and a short high-pitched moan escaped when he gently flicked her nipples. He squeezed them hard and she shook her head “no”. He squeezed her breasts and she nodded “yes” while licking her lips. He was rewarded with a firm long stoke of his penis and a gentle massaging of his balls.
Finally she released him and pulled his body to her. “Now, husband.” she whispered.
He moved on top of her and pushed his cock into her hole. He usually took a few thrusts to get inside her, but this time he slid in smoothly. She was so wet. A part of him realized that she wasn’t “so” wet. She was just wet. She hadn’t been all those times before. Kazumi began to thrust as usual, but again she stopped him. “Slowly, let it build.”
He moved his body as slowly as he could while still making the motions stimulating to himself. Her hands moved across his chest, nails scraping his skin lightly. He continued to thrust slowly, but found that he didn’t have to move as much as usual. She was moving her hips too, meeting him and pulling away. Moans, that he was used to hearing when she orgasmed, were escaping her lips already. Could she be cumming so soon? That wasn’t it, however. She was merely enjoying herself. These were moans of passion, not the sound of her climax. He felt her speed up and matched her rhythm. She got louder. For a moment he thought she had begun to cry, but it was just her enjoying herself. Enjoying herself for the first time, a voice told him. Kazumi increased his force. She increased hers becoming Louder and breathless. Her fingers scraped his nipples and the sensation brought sparks to his chest. “Yes, husband,” she whispered, “Harder . . .Please.”
Her reactions were intoxicating, but her pussy was even more so. The sensations to his cock were incredible. His loving wife was behaving like some geisha and it was driving him over the edge. When his cock filled with cum, her eyes popped open. She pulled him in close and her legs and pussy tightened around him. He exploded inside her and seconds later she let out a scream. She brought her hips to him in hard spasms and grunted with each one. When the spasms passed she pulled his head to hers and kissed him, like they kissed when they were courting.
“Thank you . . .Thank you, husband.” she breathed into his ear.
Kazumi didn’t know what to say or do. He opted to lie on top of his wife and simply hold her. It was what she needed most right then.
“”Sex could be good after all,”" she thought. “”Maybe I can be happy like this. I can show him. He will improve.”"
Then she realized that she could only show him the experiences of one night. Would that be enough? If not, who would teach her? She pushed the thoughts out of her mind for the moment. She held Kazumi lovingly and fell asleep with him on her and in her.
–
Daphne called Ahn to tell him she’d be spending the night at Donald’s comforting him. It wasn’t a lie. Donald briefed her on the events of the past week culminating with his betrayal by Tyson. The siblings certainly needed each other that night.
Daphne tried to assure Donald that Tyson had to be acting under the influence of the pheromones, but Donald said that he didn’t know if Tyson deliberately used the pheromones on Carol or not. Things still didn’t add up to Donald. Why was Tyson in his apartment? Why was Mariko? Why was Carol?
So Daphne consoled Donald about Tyson and Donald consoled Daphne about Ahn. Neither of them slept that much. In the morning Donald headed off to see if the world’s best husband had lost his title.
He arrived at Ahn’s office just before 9am and waited. Ahn arrived shortly after and went inside. Donald hung out about an hour before Ahn emerged again as a yellow sports car pulled up. A stunning Egyptian woman, with long silky hair and a body that rivalled Carol’s, got out to meet him. She gave him a kiss on the cheek in greeting. Donald snapped a shot with his camera and sent it to Daphne.
“Is that her?”
“The slut.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Donald followed the car into the countryside until it pulled up in front of a strange house. Donald recognized the place but couldn’t remember when he’d been here. The couple went inside forcing Donald to abandon his car and sneak up to see what they were doing inside. There were no neighbours to see him spying, but there were also not a lot of places to hide and spy, just some trees and the odd bush. He had made it to the front of the house when he saw movement in the back. He pulled out his phone in case a picture was needed. The back of the house was a lush green lawn with a cobblestone pathway winding through it and several sculptures set in strategic places. Ahn stood next to the woman, turned, and embraced her affectionately. Donald snapped the picture and sent it. As the couple broke from the hug the woman moved in and kissed Ahn. Shocked, Donald snapped that too while letting out a gasp. Certain that they had heard him, he bolted for his car and just caught sight of Ahn rushing into the front yard as he drove off.
Daphne sat starting at her phone, not knowing what to feel. What did she do to drive him to this woman? Or was it that her worst fear was true and she simply wasn’t enough for him. She knew Ahn could have a woman as beautiful as that one and now it looks like he had found one. She didn’t know how much time had passed before she realized that someone was knocking at the door. Still dazed, she got up and opened it. It was Tyson.
Although Ahn was the only man Daphne ever loved, there was one other man who she thought she loved once. He was handsome, charming and treated her like a princess. He protected her against bullies at school, both male and female. He brought her little gifts for no reason at all and big gifts on special occasions like her birthday. When she was sixteen she had offered herself to him. She wanted him to be her first. She even started to undress in front of him. He stopped her though. Doing his best not to hurt her feelings, yet still crushing them beneath his words, he explained to her that he was her brother’s best friend and she was like a little sister to him. He didn’t want to risk damaging that relationship. That did little to console a love-struck teenager, but eventually she came to grips with it. That man now stood in front of her and Daphne was desperate for the comfort and love of a man, having just lost her own. And this man was wonderful.
“Oh, Daphne, sorry I was looking for Donald.”
“He’s out . . .but he’ll be back soon. Have a seat.”
Tyson looked around nervously. “I don’t think I should really come in.”
She smiled back. “I’ve aired out the place. The pheromones are gone. Besides, we found out that they don’t work on me.”
“Oh, you know.”
“Yeah.”
Tyson made himself comfortable on the couch. Daphne left the room for a moment. Tyson didn’t notice that she went into the lab.
She found the formula easy enough and they were plenty of spray bottles around. Loading one up, she quickly took off her top and misted her upper body. She wasn’t sure how long it took to take affect so she waited quietly until Tyson called to see what happened to her.
“Ok, Ahn.” she said to herself. “You want to fuck around on me? Well, two can play that game.”
–
Carol had spent the last two days in her apartment crying. Her friends called, but she didn’t pick up. Richard called several times and left messages that she knew she didn’t want to hear. There was only one name on the call display that she would answer to and it never appeared.
What the hell had happened that night? She came to see Donald. She had realized that she loved Donald. She remembered all the lunches they had, their little chats before and after work. She realized how she spent each day looking forward to them. Of all the men she knew, Donald was her best friend. She couldn’t imagine her life without him. Now, somehow the sexual component that had been missing between them had come into being. With it, he was perfect for her. And then she saw Tyson and Mariko. She should have left. Why didn’t she? There was something intoxicating about them, so intoxicating she started masturbating as she watched. She knew she wanted to be a part of what was going on. She wanted Tyson to take her as he took Mariko. But why? Sure, Tyson was good-looking, but she’d never been attracted to him like that and her feelings for Donald seemed to suddenly vanish.
A knock at the door snapped her back to the present. She knew who it was. She didn’t answer. Moments later she heard a key fit the lock and Richard entered. Of course, she’d given him a key. She couldn’t say no to any request he made of her. Not one.
“Why haven’t you returned my calls?”
“I needed to be alone.”
“You stood me up for the first time ever the other night.”
“I’m sorry.” There was no emotion in her voice.
“Don’t worry. You won’t get punished for it, the opposite in fact. It made me do some thinking about us and I realized something.”
“What’s that?”
“I love you, Carol,” he said, kneeling in front of her. “And I want to be with you, always.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small felt-covered box. Opening it, he presented her with a large, sparkling engagement ring.
“I want you to marry me, Carol.” he smiled. “Say ‘Yes, Richard’.”
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