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DON'T BE TOO FAMILIAR IV
Laura was no longer in a submissive position. Standing at her full height
in heels, she was looking directly into Jacob's eyes. Her left hand is
stroking her pet's back and continuing up her tail. The cat responded
exceptionally positively to her ministrations. The naked youth smelling
like a sub sandwich was lost for the subsequent appropriate response.
"Well, put your clothes back on before you catch a cold," Laura
commanded.
Covered in oil and spices, Jacob took his garments and covered his
nakedness. It was an uncomfortable interlude as he donned his clothes. He
remembered being a few inches higher than his host. He wondered if she
had changed to higher heels at some point.
Laura produced an appointment card for her little admirer as she called
him. Jacob was being shown the door but had an appointment in the near
future. What was the appointment for Jacob inquired? Laura let him know
it was for his being prepared to model for her. Also, to fully understand
and reach greatness in molding her craft, she believed a complete
knowledge needed to be gathered together between themselves for her
creative side to come to the forefront fully.
"What?" Jacob asked.
"We will need to become sexually aligned to achieve greatness," Laura
stated.
This placated Jacob as he already knew she was nuts. But to have to
service what must be the most sexual wanton being in existence at her
beckoning was such a bonus. She actually believed that fucking Jacob
would help her "art." A kiss at her front door, and Jacob headed down the
path to the gorge's entrance.
"This is so naughty, just like all of those bad movies where the older,
extremely attractive woman takes on the education of a young stud," Jacob
smiles to himself. A bounce in his step, part of him knows he is living
every young man's deepest desire. And with the best looking older kinky
woman he has ever even imagined. True life grander than even his
imagination.
The other end revealed Jacob's skiff, but somehow, it now was the
possessor of a small motor. This infuriated Jacob. He very much wanted to
catch whoever is intending to steal his skiff. Investigating the area
turned up nothing, so Jacob headed home. Heading back home was a new
experience. The motor would allow him to transverse easily to any spot he
may want to explore. Nature takes a back seat now that he is no longer at
its mercy.
When someone intends to steal, it serves them right to have lost their
property. Someone had spent a lot of time installing the motor and a
steering mechanism. The quality of the install reminded him of work he
would have strived to accomplish.
No longer under her influences, Jacob realizes that he was a passenger in
this evening's events. It was an enjoyable ride. A delightful ride it
was. He definitely needed to discover if Tim's rumors of having used date
rape drugs were based in fact or not.
When in the presence of the conscious Laura, no man had a chance. If she
was unconscious, then an alternative need could be addressed. She could
not distract with her curvy body or have men do her bidding upon command.
She, for once, would relinquish control to whoever spiked her food or
drink.
Back at his family home Jacob was glad that nothing had changed except
for the improvement of gaining a motor for his skiff. What was five to
six hours now was just a little over an hour. He had no idea what was
added to his ice tea or how Lulu had more herbs than what he placed into
Jacob's sandwich. But he was glad that he had only been hoodwinked.
Everything was the same as far as he was concerned.
Walking into his bedroom, he backed out and called to confront his
father. His father inquired what the problem was.
"Too clean," Jacob informed Fred. His bedroom was immaculate. The closet
and drawers were all organized. This was not the rough and tumbled
Jacob's space of solitude.
"When did you start calling me Fred?" An indignant Father asked with a
dangerous vinegary edge, flavoring the atmosphere.
"You might be smart like your mother, but you will not disrespect me,
boy."
A confused Jacob backed his faux pas up, showing that indeed he was an
intelligent child. The exchange was tense and confusing for both parties.
The short standoff of confusion was over as each went their own
uncomfortable way. Fred was overheard saying, "teens and their fucking
hormones." The rest of his parting comments were undecipherable.
Was his father larger than he remembered, or is he that intimidating when
he gets riled? Jacob did not know.
Calling Tim, Jacob set a meeting. Tim wasn't too keen on meeting with the
class brain, but Jacob wasn't your average brainy individual. He was
athletic and street smart. Tim liked Jacob, but he was always intimidated
by his accomplishments. It is not fun to hang with someone that makes you
feel inadequate. Plus, Tim knew that Jacob must have alternative motives
to want to hang out suddenly. The need for help in chemistry was the
deciding factor.
"I knew you just wanted something, Jacob!"
"Dude, I'm not judging you. You were cleared of any sexual assault. I
need to know how you did it or got them. I need to do the same to save
Lulu."
"A fucking cat, you want me to spill the beans to save a cat? Get real."
"They stole my uncle's cat, and he is a basket case without that mean
mangy vicious pussy. And they are huge and dangerous. If I can gain their
trust and knock them out, I can rescue Lulu."
"Ok, don't tell me why. What you got to trade?"
"I'll help you pass chemistry."
"You'll do my homework for me?"
"No, you stupid neanderthal, I'll teach you to understand the subject.
Who can take your tests for you?"
"That could take forever. I don't get that stuff."
"You need to have it presented in a way you can follow is all. Our
educators never take into account that some people need a different
approach."
"I know; your word is your bond. Please don't say it. I know it. I can't
stand to hear it again. Ok, but I just wanted to watch her sleeping and
brush her hair."
Tim was a little nervous, stating his excuse. He had not done anything
against anyone. Two of the girls agreed to be knocked out. They wanted to
know how it feels. They even teased Timothy that he should consider
becoming a hairdresser. Albeit a very large hairdresser. But when they
woke up, their hair was better looking than Suzy's. That is saying
something; when their parents had found out that their daughters were
subjected to this treatment, all holy hell had broken out. Tim was on the
receiving end of a police investigation even though the daughters took
responsibility. He ended up being cleared in court because all involved
were consenting minors. After all the commotion, everything boiled down
to a nationally reported perversion story that ended up embarrassing
everyone involved.
"Ok, I have your word?"
"Yes. How did you do it?"
"Aqua Dots."
"What, are you kidding me?"
"No, you grind them up and feed them to your subject. It only takes about
seven of them for an average-sized woman."
"The kid's toy?"
"Yep, it's pretty simple."
While Tim was proud to have knowledge that Jacob was ignorant to, Jacob
felt flummoxed. Now he would have to pound into his classmate the
knowledge missing from the scholastic institutionally provided education.
Tim garnered the best of this deal, but Jacob knows his student is not
dumb. Three hours later, Jacob had taught Tim what was needed to figure
out the rest on his own. He also procured the remainder of Tim's little
sister's supply of Aqua Dots.
Shaking his head at the bazaar availability of illegal drugs, Jacob went
back home. A coffee grinder made short work of colorful beads--a small bag
of each color. Hopefully, one will be able to be hidden in her food and
work, as Tim indicated. The straight razor was something Jacob did not
want to experience again.
He needed to remove the oil and spices that his kinky benefactor had
spread all over him. The heat of the afternoon sun had made him hungry,
smelling what is essentially salad dressing. Laughing, he was reminded of
an old Buggs Bunny cartoon where bugs tasted his bathwater, proclaiming
it tasted like rabbit ear stew.
Pouring a bubble bath, Jacob intended to get ahead of the game. First, he
would soak the oil out of his skin, and next, he would remove his body
hair. Drawing the razor up his legs brought back memories of Luke,
shackled into her torture device and shaved clean of every hair off his
body. This was followed by makeup and nail polish and then...Oh GOD...
and then Jacob had an orgasm just remembering what fate beheld Luke. He
should have Fucked Lulu when he had the chance. She was right in front of
him, wanting to be Fucked. The water wheel is spinning and thrusting fake
carved dildos up two of his orifices. Wouldn't she have been so much more
satisfied with the genuine article? Jacob vowes not to waste any further
opportunities.
The feeling of freshly shaved legs is something that Jacob is not
expecting. The oil used on him seems to have stained his skin somewhat,
leaving it looking tan. He still slightly smells salad dressing but
figures he has smelt a lot worse in the past. To avoid razor burn, he
remembers some of the girls complaining about it; he covers his skin
liberally with lotion. This was something his departed mother had left
behind. Not only did this add smoothness to his freshly denuded skin, but
it added a pleasant fragrant smell.
Dinner was a little uncomfortable. Jacob couldn't help but rubbing his
legs together, and his father was abnormally reflecting about Jessie this
evening. Jessie was still a sore subject, but something prompted his
father to reminisce about Jacob's mother.
It was three days hence that Jacob had his next appointment. Fred has
business out of town. Tomorrow Jacob will hit his stash of shrooms.
Breakfast together, and then Fred will be on his way. Fred looked at his
son and was about to say something but changed his mind. "We will talk
when I get back, ok, Jacob."
CHAPTER NINE
Five caps, so good, it tastes terrible, but like alcohol, the effect is
what Jacob is after, not the culinary attribute. This time he wondered
how clean he had this particular batch. Funky is an understatement. "Naw,
I cleaned them real good," his thought as he critiques his poor grammar
makes him giggle, knowing that if he ate cow shit, it was already too
late, and he was already underway.
"Where have you been, Lulu?"
"Mistress has been keeping me busy, Jacob."
"What exactly does a familiar do, Lulu?"
Lulu was not impressed with Jacob's flippant attitude and started to
strut past her former cousin. That is when the stoned youth noticed her
shinny fur tail reflecting light in a most enchanting light pattern.
Jacob took the light-inducing tail between his thumb and index finger and
closed a light grip around its base. Running his hand along the tail to
its tip, he became engrossed with the patterns of light it seemed to
cause. Repeating this action again and again not only stopped Lulu but
caused a tense purr to emit. The cat was overcome with pleasurable
contentment.
"You need to find the book," Lulu ebbed out. She didn't seem to want to
give out information but was overcome with the pleasure of having her
tail "petted." Trust, contentment, and pleasure, all of which would have
been lost on the old Luke, now converged to give up tidbits of valuable
insight.
"What is she planning for me, Lulu?" Jacob, having recognized that Lulu
was half out of it, gave the direct approach a go.
"Something grand and of the utmost importance. You figure greatly into
her future. More I can not tell you as I am bound to her soul."
Jacob tried to stimulate Lulu's tail but only succeeded in making a cat
very content and relaxed. It was a weird conversation after that. They
seemed to talk about classmates as if Luke will be attending school again
in a few days. Interspersed in the discussion, the cat tried to feel out
if Jacob had any plans to counteract what the mistress intended.
As Jacob started to come down, Lulu becomes more transparent. Falling
into a deep sleep, Jacob remembers Lulu fading away. He also remembers
the cat letting slip that there is a book he needs to find.
Good, no hangover. Shrooms should not give you a hangover. Jacob
remembers he needs to be at Laura's house in three hours. Entering the
shower, he slides the razor over his body once again. Following with
lotion, he waits for it to be absorbed. The feeling is unreal. Magic has
nothing on the slick skin sliding against his male clothing. It is
electrifying.
Looking at his skiff, he thinks that maybe he should give it a once over
and some new paint. Underway again, he will land as a man should,
upright. With the motor, he will go around and not be at nature's strange
whims. Looking in the mirror after his shower, he wonders how marvelous
will his statue look. The clean lines and shiny skin is somewhat a
masterpiece in the making. Removing the hair, he almost looked like a
statue from Roman antiquity. Then he laughed--a full-body laugh at the
satire of his situation, much like captain Kurt making fun of himself on
Saturday Night.
He must find that book. First, he has no choice but to indulge in the
fine meal she will undoubtedly have made ready. If she consumes her toy
as planned, she should still be able to finish her "desert" and enjoy a
pleasant rest right afterward. He knows that he is in her grasp, but he
hopes to turn the tables in this visit.
The beach has been cleared. Jacob's motorized skiff is the only object
near the clean sandy beach. A small dock has been installed, and he can
moor it without much effort. No need to break a sweat; he understands.
She wants him in pristine condition. Jacob is only too glad to comply.
Picking some wildflowers amongst the brambles, he arranges a pleasant
bouquet. Looking at his arrangement, he is impressed with the quality.
Flowers for the lady; hopefully, she won't be too much of a lady tonight.
A slight chill in the air and a light breeze make the stroll through the
trail a relaxing experience. A sharp-looking Jacob raises his hand to
grab her knocker. Before he can, Laura opens the door in excited
anticipation. She likes the bouquet and the well-groomed young man coming
for a visit.
Jacob enjoys the different look she has chosen for this afternoon's
rendezvous. A green angora long sleeve sweater is showing a modest bare
skin cleavage but hugging what is underneath in a most tantalizing way,
and a micro mini skirt that changes color based upon how the light hits
it. Her perfect legs are covered in soft, taupe-colored pantyhose, ending
in five-inch tall stilletos with her skirt's same properties. The
headband of green angora seems to relay a wholesome innocence to the
overall picture. The dangling silver earrings lend a lot of class to her
ensemble. Innocence personified makes Jacob feel a little guilty for
wishing he could have her dance on the stage like table with the
firelight bouncing off her shoes and skirt while he enjoys the sexual
light show that a large quantity of shrooms would induce.
She steps forward and kisses her future model on the lips. Taking the
flowers, she enjoys the fact that he still doesn't realize that he is now
also wearing her lipstick. Looping her arm through his, she leads him
into her home. She is enjoying the courtship feeling their time together
seems to be invoking. It has been a long time since she has entertained a
romantic guest. Living so secludedly doesn't lend itself to much
socializing.
Lunch was already on the table. She just needed to grab the chilled wine
from the kitchen. Lulu was not in sight, so Jacob sprinkled one side of
the collard greens with the green Aqua Dots. About ten to twelve beads
worth he judged. She entered the area holding her favorite wine. The
perfect temperature, she was a stickler for doing things correctly. It
showed in her sculptures and translated to the rest of her life.
Feeling much more at home and feining galant, Jacob rose and held the
dishes for her to partake from. When it came to the collard greens, he
mixed in the Aqua Dots and set the spoon to maximize her placing the
lion's share of the drug on her plate. Lulu had jumped up on the table.
"Bad kitty," admonished Laura with an implied threat.
Jacob didn't see Lulu when he drugged the food and didn't know who's side
Lulu was on. When, however, Laura threatened the cat, it changed its mind
in alerting Laura to her new danger. Jacob was now at a crossroad. If
Lulu was not on his side, did he need to try and help his former cousin?
Was revenge so important to Luke that he would forgo the only help that
even knew about his plight? Luke is such a dick!
Controlling himself, Jacob realizes he is already here and in it. He is
about to have the pleasure that this incredible-looking woman has already
proved to be able to deliver. And he might need to find that book for his
salvation in the future. Laura has already consumed two glasses of this
lovely wine, and apparently, collard greens happened to be an excellent
guess as to where to place the drug.
"Get undressed, Jacob," Laura stated.
She already had a slightly glass-eyed look but was still very much in the
now and present. Pouring herself a third glass, she sauntered over to
where Jacob was starting to disrobe. She notices that he has shaved clean
and is pleasantly surprised. Knowing that will save some time, she enjoys
her glass and the show of a fine specimen disrobing for her pleasure.
Kissing his bare shoulder/neck, she is repulsed by a foreign taste.
"Did you put commercially available lotion on yourself? That stuff is
poison and tastes terrible. Come with me," she demands as she takes the
semi-nude Jacob by the hand and leads him to the stairs. She hates
products loaded with perfumes and chemicals. They could sit in a
warehouse for three years or more before hitting the shelves. In this
case, she was more than correct. Jacob had used his mother's lotion that
was never cleared out after she died. The cream was at least three years
old, maybe older. Any natural creams would be moldy and rancid by now.
Perhaps, Laura has a point, but the cream seemed ok and smelled pleasant.
A bath is being pored in her ensuite. She is going to bathe Jacob. She
adds sweet oils and herbs to the water and motions for him to enter the
water. Natural goat's milk soap scented with lavender, by the looks and
smell of it, is being rubbed vigorously against a soaked washcloth. The
purple-hued bubbles are the only color against the natural cotton cloth.
Laura scrubbed her lover until he was red. His shaved skin opened under
her ministrations, pulling all of the hated chemicals from within. Now
cleaner than he has ever been before, she allows him to exit the tub.
So excited for what was about to occur, Jacob had not even noticed his
surroundings. Now, as an overly fluffy all-natural large towel engulfs
Jacob, he can look around the splendidly appointed bathroom. A small
elevated fireplace is carved literally into the wall adjacent to the tub.
Logically, if it were a bit lower, the heat emanating from it would be
better on cold days. Esthetically, however, no improvement could be made
to it. This is a first-class bathroom. He wonders what the bedroom that
they came through looks like. The grand staircase, he has some
recollection of what its looked embodied.
"Strange," Jacob thought as he was dried much like a small child by a
parent in a hurry. He usually notices everything. His second brain must
have been activated. Looking down, he and Laura see his impressive
eagerness. She grins.
Leading her plaything into her bedroom, Jacob breaks contact with her
when he sees an ancient book placed in honor on an old Windsor podium.
"Come on, lover; I'm going to make good use of your not-so-little
friend." She bragged as she started him forward again. She guided him to
her bed and situated him so that she could push him down and into place
across her extremely large bed.
If she were a man, Jacob would say that he is compensating for something.
He now knows what it feels like to be the submissive member in a
relationship. He is prepared, placed, and now will be fucked by a
stunning and aggressive woman. He is not complaining but does not know
what to do. Indeed this is not how things go, and he hopes that the date
rape drug doesn't kick in for a little while. As uncertain as she has
made him feel, he still wants this experience.
Playfully she undresses down to her lingerie. An impromptu striptease,
with a heavy emphasis on the tease, she performs better than some of the
belly dance competitions that Jacob was fond of viewing. The internet was
a highly educational tool. Dressed only in a stunning silk one-piece and
garter with hose and her five-inch heels still contorting those perfect
feet, she kneels on the bed and sort of shimmies to her intended target.
It reminded Jacob of himself preparing to get into a position of a
willing partner that was giving herself to him. There is no graceful way
to achieve it, so it is almost a macho display that lets the submissive
one know it is coming.
Once in position, Laura leans over her prey and kisses the innocent full
on the lips. Moving down, she takes his left nipple into her mouth and
plays with the other with her fingers. She didn't grab it and stimulate
it as what everyone thinks normal, but she ran her fingertips back and
forth across them. After both nipples grew to their full extent, she
moved south. A slight kiss on his penis and she pulled herself up to a
kneeling position. Spreading his legs wide, she brought his shaved legs
up and over her shoulders at the ankles. His place was just right to be
inserted into an extra tight hole due to her closed position. This was
strange. It made Jacob feel as if his penis was traded with her sexual
equipment. He honestly thought that he was being Fucked. And it felt
wild. It felt good. Strangely, it felt right.
Laura started banging her young fuck toy. Jacob could not hold on long.
His high-pitched moans timed with her thrusts added to the illusion that
he was the girl. If he closed his eyes, he indeed was the girl. Eyes
open, however, left no doubt who the real woman was. Laura's breasts were
moving most deliciously. Confusion is created when he opened his eyes,
wanting to take control, but that is not an option. In this position, no
leverage can be exerted. He is in place and will be screwed until Laura
tires or the drugs kick in.
Jacob cums in buckets. Never has he cum so much, and again Laura doesn't
stop once his rocks get off. She continues obtaining so much more.
Something was leaving Jacob, and the lights went out for Laura. Finally,
Jacob was wondering when the Aqua dots would take effect. Passed out,
Jacob marvels at her beauty. The sleeping Laura looks as if she has been
posed. Jacob notices a shadow at the closed bedroom door. The cat is
pacing back and forth outside.
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