Unintended Consequences Ch 02 2

Authors note: Thanks to Chief Hal for his proofreading work!

I still lay in bed, almost two hours after Alyssa explained what she had done. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't bring myself to be. I knew why she did it. She wanted me. She wanted me for a long time and she was fearful that if she didn't move now, that she would miss her one chance. She went overboard. A love potion of all things. I'd have had a hard time believing she was a witch, if it hadn't been for what happened the day before. There was no denying what had happened at work and with my boss the night before.

Why was I still in bed? I was quite honestly afraid to get out of bed and go to work. I was afraid that what happened, the previous day, would repeat itself. I was afraid that this...love potion, would cause me so much trouble at work that I would lose my job. Imagine if my boss came to her senses last night and realized what we had done? She was sure to. What was she going to think? I was there, having sex with her, and her daughter at the same time! It's a completely indefensible act on my part, as was having sex with my subordinates. I had sex with a married woman in her office, and got caught doing it, had sex with my secretary; who it turns out, is the CEO's niece! How can I ever defend myself against those actions? No one would ever believe the "love potion" defense.

But I'm a manufacturing engineer. I'm trained to identify production system actions and quantify causes and corrections. Looking at the situation, the unprecedented sexual attraction I seem to exude, and Alyssa's confession about a love potion, I have no choice but to conclude that there has to be at least some truth to it. I certainly couldn't deny that I had felt sensations during sex I'd never felt before. What I felt was...well...it was the female side of an orgasm. I felt my own cum squirting into her vagina, from her point of view as well as mine.

The real question now, was; not is this true, but assuming it is, what do I do? I can't go hiding in my bedroom for weeks. I can't keep going to work and having all this sex at work. Where else will this happen? If I go shopping is the cashier going to want to have me fuck her right there at her register? Or maybe sneak out back, or into a bathroom? If I go eat lunch is the waitress going to want me to fuck her for her tip? I don't see how this is a sustainable situation. A situation, caused by an over amorous woman, wanting to make things happen faster than natural. "Wait. Maybe that's the answer. If it was caused by a potion, maybe it can be uncaused?" I know, that's not a word, but it's the best my muddled mind could come up with at the moment.

I showered and dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt, and then e-mailed Angel that I was feeling a little under the weather and would be in later, if I felt better. It was a good lie. Now the question was, could I find her. I'd been there once, but could I remember where? I hopped into the car, then I only got a short distance, before I realized I needed gas. I hadn't even thought about it the night before, but looking at the gas gauge, I remembered that I'd planned on filling up the night before.

I turned into a gas station and stopped at a pump. I stuffed the nozzle into the tank and started filling it, leaning against the side of the car near the pump while it did its thing.

I saw a young woman's head lean around the side of the pump and smile at me. "Hey there sexy. I seem to be having some trouble with the pump. Would you mind helping me?"

"Uh, sure." I answered automatically, my mind more on trying to remember as much as I could about where this little shop was than where I was. I pushed off the side of my car and stepped around the pump. She was maybe twenty-five or so, a little shorter than I was, nice size tits, but otherwise fairly slender. She had a nice set of hips too. As I looked at her, she smiled, her dark green eyes glistening, and her red lips smiling a wide grin, that led to little dimples on her creamy cheeks. Her red hair was in small tight curls around her head, and she had on one of those sun visor things tennis players like to wear. Her tank top molded to her frame snugly and I could see to significant bumps, on the front of those orange sized breasts. Her long, creamy, white legs were bare below the black micro shorts, allowing me to see that her freckles extended all the way down there, and, I suddenly thought, probably all the way around her pussy. "What's the problem?" I asked, as I pulled my mind back from the few, short seconds assessment I'd been making.

"The thing won't stay on. I pull the handle and it just shuts right off." She said, motioning to the hose handle sticking in the tank fill neck.

I stepped to the nozzle and pulled the handle, having it click right back off as soon as the gas started to flow. It was gas pump engineering 101. If the gas shuts off right away, pull the nozzle out and re-insert. I did just that. I pulled the nozzle out and pushed it back in, feeling it push in just a little further this time. I pulled the handle and it stayed on. I flipped the little lever down for the auto shut off and let go. "There," I said, as I felt a set of hands slip around my waist.

"I knew you could fix it. I just looked at you and knew you were good at fixing things," she said softly, as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her chest to my back and her pelvis to my butt. "I'm always attracted to men that can fix things." She continued, as one hand slid up my chest while the other slipped down the front of my shorts. She rested her hand on my, suddenly hardening, dick and whispered. "I saw how you drove that nozzle back in. I have someplace that needs something driven in, and it feels like you have just what I need."

"I do?" I asked as her hand moved to the waistband of my shorts, and started to worm its way in.

"Uh huh," she whispered, as she tried to work her hand into my shorts, and then gave up and began fumbling with the snap. "God, I'm getting so horny!" She unsnapped my shorts and pulled the zipper down, and then went back to trying to get to my dick. She slipped her hand into my briefs and grasped my, now mostly hard, cock. "Mmmmmmm. This feels so nice and fat. I wouldn't mind if you just slid it into me like you did that nozzle. Just push it in and fill my tank."

"Oh damn, we shouldn't be doing this out here!" I groaned, wanting to stop her, but having a hard time making my body actually do it. I got as far as turning around to face her, my arms moving around her instead of pushing her away. She turned me so my back was to her car, her hand still inside my pants. She pushed me back until my butt was against the side of her car, then she fished my dick out of my briefs, completely exposing it.

"Oh yeah, so nice and fat. Just perfect for fucking."

"I don't think we should be doing that out here. Someone might see us."

"Ohhhh. Now that would spoil the morning. Come on, I bet you'd never fucked a girl in a car, have you?"

"Not since I was a teenager."

She grinned and reached a hand to the front of her shorts. She undid the snap and wiggled her hips as she pushed them down, letting the little black shorts slide all the way to her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood naked from the waist down. The little pinkish freckles did, indeed, extend to her completely shaved pussy, and all the way around her fat, creamy lips. Holding my dick, she stepped to the drivers window of her car, which was rolled down, and started to lean in. She let go of me, resting her waist on the window sill, she spread her legs. I knew what she wanted, and I couldn't seem to resist. I stepped behind her and aimed my hardon at her sweet young pussy. I rubbed my head up and down her very wet lips, then nestled my head into the entrance of her pussy. I pressed toward her, forcing my fat cock to expand her entrance, drawing a gasp from her and then a long deep moan, as I slid slowly into her hot, wet depths.

"That's it, fuck me. Make me come!" she begged, from inside the car. I reached for her hips and started to slide in and out of her, not caring who was watching at that moment. I could see down into the car, as I plunged in and out of her, watching her work her shirt off over her head, then pull off her bra, so she was naked except for her shoes. I slammed myself into her, as I fucked her with abandon, the gas pump having long since shut off. In and out I thrust myself, feeling my orgasm growing, and like with Alyssa, I could feel hers too. I felt her desire flood her body, the tingle of her clit racing through her body, and a warmth flow over her, like a blanket. I thrust into her, feeling both our orgasms growing together, mingling together, flowing together like two streams mixing. I could hear her gasps and moans mirror my own, as our climaxes pushed to their release.

"FUCK!" We both gasped in unison, as our bodies climaxed together. My body jerked hard, jamming me deep into her, shooting the first surge of cum deep into her, as her vagina spasmed around me, squeezing me and trying to draw and pull me deeper. We both jerked and spasmed as we climaxed together, my dick pumping at least eight huge shots of cum into her before all that was left was little twitches and oozing into her as my dick slowly softened.

It took a good thirty seconds before I looked around and realized that we were the center of attention. At least half a dozen people were standing at their cars, filling them with gas, staring at the spectacle of the two of us, a couple filming us with their phones. The young woman I'd just fucked pushed out of her car back at me, pushing me back, until I slipped from her. She climbed out of the window, nude, and turned to me. She pulled me into an embrace, kissing me urgently, holding me tightly, oblivious to the fact that she was nude. She kissed me until she needed a breath, and then pulled her lips from mine. "God what a fuck."

"I think we should get dressed." I whispered.

She looked down at herself and squeaked in surprise. "Oh fuck! I'm naked!"

"You are." I agreed, opening the car door for her. She climbed into the car and slammed the door. I undid the nozzle from the gas tank and then bent over to pull up my pants. Her car was moving even before I could finish getting mine pulled up, let alone give her shorts to her. I watched her drive out of the station nude, while I put the nozzle of my pump away. I climbed in and drove off as quickly as I could manage, a lot of eyes watching me. I wondered how many might recognize me, and hoped it wasn't many, and I hoped I didn't become an internet sensation!

---o---

I wasn't sure exactly where this place was. I knew what street it was on, and I was just hoping that I could find something that told me which place. The one time I was here, it was dark and things look a lot different in the dark. I drove down block after block, of half a dozen streets, systematically covering the neighborhood, just hoping to find the right sign. Then it jumped out at me. Yes, that looked like the right building. The classic store front windows had tie-dyed, hippy looking curtains, with signs indicating card reading and fortune telling. It looked sorta dumpy in the daylight, but then, if I was the head witch, I'd probably not want to advertise the fact either.

I parked a couple businesses up and walked the short distance back, feeling a little embarrassed to park right in front of it. I didn't have any confidence in fortune telling or future casting or any of the other things they call the thinly veiled attempts to con money from people, and I didn't want anyone to think I was one of those marks. I walked to the door and stepped inside, closing the door. It was surprisingly nice inside, though a little dimly lit. There was a round table in the middle of the room with, what else, a crystal ball and a partially dealt deck of some kind of picture cards. Around the outside walls were shelf after shelf of small bottles with handwritten labels. I walked to one and tried to read the writing, but it appeared to be some kind of hieroglyphic language that I didn't understand. I was looking at the shelves when a woman stepped from a curtain separating the front of the shop from the back.

"Hello David," she said, as she stepped out toward me and stopped. She was wearing some kind of sheer black gown, and high heeled boots that came almost to her knees. Her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders well past her large, protruding breasts. The gown was sheer enough that I could easily see through it, and see the fact that she was nude. "You're later than I anticipated. I wasn't expecting your stop to take as long as it did."

"You know me?"

"Of course. I've been following you and Alyssa." She said, motioning to the cards on the table. She walked to the table and turned another over. "Yes, as expected. We WILL have sex."

"We will? The cards tell you that we will?"

"They do. Even now I can feel the desire starting to cloud my mind, my nipples hardening in anticipation, my pussy beginning to leak with excitement. I am just as susceptible to what Alyssa has put into motion, as that young woman at the gas station. Your arrival here, as well as your stop on the way, was foreseen, and I am ready. Once we have shared what is to be, I will have possibly thirty minutes or so of a clear mind, to answer your questions before it begins to overtake me again."

"You say we're destined to have sex?"

She reached to her neck and pulled the bow there, allowing the long gown to slowly slip off her shoulders. It pooled around her boots, leaving her nude with the exception of those same boots. She reached for my hand, which I let her take, and led me into the back room. She turned and knelt before me. "I have done everything I can to reduce the effects the potion has on me, but I cannot stop what is in motion. I know Alyssa's motivations, using as much of the potion as she did; but, that strong of a dose had a significant side effect. It has caused the tiny amount of pheromone men usually exude, to become incredibly intense, making any woman you touch or get near to, feel its effects. For most, that is an intense desire to mate with you. This comes from our most base instincts, and cannot be averted. Even I am at the mercy of my most basic instincts. My mind is already becoming overwhelmed with desire to have you, to feel you and to mate with you. Since this is going to happen regardless of our intentions, we might as well get the fullest enjoyment from it."

Her hands moved to the front of my shorts and started undoing the button and zipper. She pushed my shorts down and then my briefs, squatting to help me step out of both before she stood in front of me again. She pushed my shirt up, and when I raised my arms, she pushed it up and then tossed it aside, leaving me dressed as she was. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled us together, pressing her hard nipples to my chest, my hard dick against her stomach and pelvis, as she leaned her face to mine to kiss me. We stood, embracing for two or three minutes, her lips teasing and sucking and kissing mine erotically, before she stepped back. She settled her butt on the edge of the table, laying back and then lifting and spreading her legs. "I believe this is your second favorite position; but at my age, my legs don't handle riding a man like they used to. So, I am at your pleasure."

I furrowed my brow as I looked at her. She couldn't be more than forty or so, I thought as I stepped between her invitingly spread legs. "What if I don't want to have sex with you?"

"If that was the case, you would have left already. I can already feel your mind slipping into the fog, into the desire for my body. Your eyes and your cock betray your words. You know you want to take me, to make me yours, to fill me with your essence. You wonder if you should, but with each passing moment, you know you can't help yourself. If you start now, your mind will stay clearer, and you and I will both enjoy it that much more."

"I see," I answered, not sure I really believed any of this. But I had to admit, the longer I stood there, my hard cock bouncing lightly with my pounding heart, the more I wanted to slide it in. I stood there for almost a full minute, looking at her body, my hand moving to my hard shaft to stroke it slowly. Unable to resist any longer, I stepped to her, then began to rub the tip of my head up and down her flowery lips. I rubbed up and down slowly, finding her clit and stroking across it gently, teasing it, and myself.

"Ohhhh. That's very nice!"

"I hope this is even nicer." I said quietly, sliding my head down just a little, until it found the opening of her vaginal depths. I pressed toward her, letting my head spread her lips; her body, accepting the fat intruder into her hot wet depths.

"Ohhhh yes, very, very, nice." She moaned, as my cock slid slowly into her. She spread her legs even wider for me, letting me push into her, until my head pressed to the end of her vagina. "I can see now why Alyssa likes to share this with you. You feel extremely good inside me."

"This is your idea of sweet talk?"

She chuckled. "After over a hundred years, I'm afraid I have little use for 'sweet talk' as you call it. I can feel my excitement growing deep within and in a very short time I will be begging you to give me your full attention."

"I already am."

"No David. You are just fucking me. What I want is all of you. I want to feel, not only your dick in me, but your hands on my tits, on my nipples. I want to see your eyes devouring my body and your mind mingling with mine, as you push me closer to climax. Ohhhh yes, I can feel it building with both of us. David, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Please, fuck me hard, David." She moaned. "I can feel your cock in me, and I can feel your desire building, your want for me, growing like a fire inside. Fuck me now David. Please fuck me, with everything you have! Don't spare on my account. I love it hard and fast. I love to feel a man thrusting in me as hard as he can. Don't worry. I can take it. I revel in it! FUCK ME DAVID! PLEASE FUCK ME!"

I was already stroking in and out of her, and with her request I didn't seem to be able to hold back. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, as I used them like handles to keep her from sliding on the table as I slammed myself into her with abandon. I drove myself against her bare ass, each thrust jamming my cock hard into her, ramming my engorged head against the end of her vagina, sending little tingles through both our bodies. I could feel my fingers squeezing her nipples, and surprisingly, feel the tingle of her nipples in mine. I could feel the warmth of her growing climax and the little electric shocks from her clit, each time I slammed the base of my cock into it. The combination of sensations drove me wild, my hips pumping wildly, her body shaking the table with each slam into me. Over and over, I drove into her, as I felt my climax, with hers, rise together. I felt her pussy clench around me and her whole body shudder, as her climax washed over her.

It was only a few strokes later that my own hit me, making me spasm and thrust as deep into her as I could. I felt my cum flowing into her in surge after surge, leaving me standing, panting for breath, with her heels on my shoulders, my arms around her legs so I could gently stroke her breasts. I didn't even remember moving her legs to where they were, all of it lost in a fog of animalistic rutting.

"Oh my, yes, David! I haven't been fucked like that in many years. It was exquisite!" she panted as she lay on the table. "Now, we must talk, before this fades, and we are pushed to start again."

"You mean, we'll just keep..."