All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction. Be warned, impatient ones!
I appreciate all the encouraging comments for the first chapter and feedback e-mail too! Thank you :)
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The journey from Mrs. Madsen's house back home did not register in James' brain as he was feeling a sense of euphoria that he had never experienced before. While his initial thoughts were all about the velvety feel of Mrs. Madsen ... James shook his head. No, not Mrs. Madsen. She was now simply Charlene. While his initial thoughts were all about the velvety feel of Charlene's pussy, he soon realised that it was more than that. Not only was he feeling a sense of accomplishment because he had fingered a pussy for the first time, the thrill of the
power
he had been able to wield was electrifying and even liberating. He had somehow brought a mature, married woman who wasn't the least bit (educated guess) interested in him to the brink of fucking him, surely something that nobody else in the world could do.
It was now certain that it was Adam which had transformed Charlene's attitude towards him. First was the little interplay at her gate as she let him in. Charlene had acted on his request for water as if she had been the one who had suggested it. James wondered if she had done that simply because she was horny or if there was more to it. He realised that he needed to be careful and avoid jumping to conclusions. He also realised that cycling with a raging boner was not a pleasant experience.
James reached home and went straight up into his room. He peeled off all his clothing and jumped into bed. Closing his eyes he relived the expression on Charlene's face as he inserted his middle finger into her sopping wet pussy. He gripped his cock and slowly pulled at it as he recalled her attempts to get him to go deeper by thrusting up on his long digit. James' hand increased its pace as he remembered the moans and grunts that had come out of Charlene's mouth. He switched hands, yanking at his erect dick now with his left hand. He brought his right hand to his face and smelled his middle finger. Oh yes! This was it. The smell of her cunt that seemed to flood the entire room.
"Fuck!" he cried as he came like a geyser all over his hand and his thigh. He couldn't imagine how exploding in a pussy could beat this orgasm, but he sure as hell wanted to find out!
James lay panting on his bed for a few minutes. He then slowly got to his feet and went into the bathroom to clean himself. Switching on his PC, he began to meticulously record all the details of his experience.
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Mrs. Charlene Madsen was at her wit's end. The boy had left her teetering on the edge of a precipice she rarely saw nowadays and she wanted nothing else right now than to fall into it. But of all the days, today had to be the one that Robert, her husband, chose to indulge in chit-chat with her. His usual routine involved spending an hour or so after work vegging out in front of the telly with a beer in his hand. But when he did break this routine, it meant that he was going to initiate sex with her that night. She supposed that this was his idea of foreplay. Charlene guiltily admonished herself. Even though Robert was useless in the sack, he was a good husband and an honest provider. She wondered if the smell of her ... juices in the room was influencing her husband in any way.
She shook herself out of her reverie to reply to Robert. He was asking her about the boy which sent a few alarm bells ringing. No, he was asking about his father. He might have met James' father at a party at Carla's next door. Charlene murmured in agreement. The conversation soon died down, its death punctuated by the telly being switched on. She retreated to the bedroom where she immediately entered the en suite and bolted the door. She pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them. Removing her panties was not as easy as they were completely soaked. She sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs apart. God! Had she ever done something so wanton? While the fires had died down, the embers were still red hot and required very little coaxing to get going again.
The tips of Charlene's fingers were a blur as she rubbed her clit. She had had a feel of the boy's cock and imagined it pistoning through her vagina. She now had two fingers in her passage mimicking the scene in her head. As she got closer, the setting shifted from her couch to the school where she pictured herself flat on a desk with the boy fucking her. She focused on his eyes which were locked onto hers. She could now feel his penis exploding with cum every time he hit bottom. That did it. "Aah!" she whispered softly to herself as she crossed the barrier.
A few minutes later, she was still drawing circles around her clit, a picture of James in her head. Shy little James. But how could she have let it happen? She could be fired for this. Was this how affairs began? Oh! I totally forgot about the garden. Would it be even better with a real cock rather than just her fingers? What about her husband? And the children? Would he stop by again and expect to continue? She was a jumble of thoughts as she rose from the seat.
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Thursday saw James breeze through school. He studiously avoided going anywhere near the faculty room and kept to himself during breaks as he did not want to run into Charlene. He had tried calling Jill earlier, but she hadn't picked up. So it looked like he was going to have to make a house visit.
After his classes ended, James caught a bus to Jill's neighbourhood. He hopped off at her stop and footed it for about a kilometre to her street. Her house had a picket fence and a large yard with a garden. But he could tell that Frank hadn't returned as it was overgrown and unkempt. He rang her bell and waited. After about 30 seconds, he rang it again. Still no answer. James sighed. Just as he was about to leave, he had an idea. He dialled Jill's number again. There! He could clearly hear her phone ringing inside the house. He again waited a while for her to pick up.
James' imagination was now throwing up panic flags. He knocked loudly on the door and yelled out Jill's name. Again, there was no response. He had no way of peering through the windows as all the shades were drawn. He went round back and tried what looked like the kitchen door. No luck. But one of the windows hadn't been shut right. It slid up with a little effort and he was able to just about squeeze through. He found himself in Jill's kitchen. A sink full of unwashed dishes greeted his arrival. He also spied a number of empty liquor bottles in a corner.
Walking through the door, he found himself in a dining room which was also an utter mess. The table was littered with the remains of multiple breakfasts, lunches, and dinners along with wineglasses and bottles. He found the lounge nearby which while untidy was also empty. But a flight of stairs ran up to the first floor. He called out to Jill as he crept up the stairs, and again, received no answer. Reaching the first floor, he was met by a passage that had three doors only one of which was open. He peeked in to find all his worst fears confirmed. He found a body on the queen-size bed with one arm stretched out holding a prescription bottle and a number of pills strewn all over.
James rushed in. Jill was lying on her chest loosely covered by a sheet. Her head was barely visible under a pillow, but that was definitely her hair. He couldn't tell if she was breathing or not.
He shook her. "Jill! Jill! Wake up!"
There was no response.
James removed the pillow covering her face and placed his index finger under her nostrils. He breathed a sigh of relief as he could detect a little pressure. Her skin also felt warm. He shook her once more calling out her name. Getting no response again, he decided to play it safe. Taking out his phone, he was just about to dial emergency when he remembered the prescription bottle that Jill was holding. He picked it up and noticed that it was just aspirin. Surely she couldn't have overdosed on aspirin. Was that even possible?
[Author's note: Yes, it's possible to overdose on aspirin. But it manifests itself differently.]
He noticed that the bottle's label stated that it contained 32 tablets. James counted 8 of them still inside. He then proceeded to collect all the pills strewn on the bed and the floor. In total, he picked up 14 tablets which brought the total to 22. James reasoned that it was unlikely that Jill could have overdosed on 10 pills (and he reckoned that it didn't necessarily imply that she had taken all of them together).
James rolled Jill onto her back. Although he had calmed down a little, he didn't immediately notice that Jill was wearing a robe and nothing else underneath. The robe had come undone. Her face was a mess and the puffy eyes indicated that she had been crying a lot. He couldn't really tell if her chest was rising and falling, but it did now register that he was now looking at her exposed breasts. James would later think that it was highly creditable that not a single sexual thought passed through his brain at the time. He hesitated slightly before shifting Jill's left breast to the side as he placed his ear above her heart. There was definitely a sound, but it sounded really faint. He pressed his ear in further for a better listen which was precisely when his Chemistry teacher chose to regain consciousness.
"Frank?" she queried softly.
James' head jerked back from Jill's breast. He smiled at her, happy that she was alive and safe.
"WHAT THE FUCK! JAMES?!" she screamed as she pulled herself up. She quickly closed her robe and scrambled away from him.
