Mrs. Wilson Ch.9

Margie is the youngest person in this story. She turned eighteen a month after I did and was devastated when I broke up with her during our last year of high school.

It was impossible to date a girl who wouldn't have sex with me after being seduced by Mrs. Wilson next door. She stole my virginity a few days after my eighteenth birthday.

Continued from Chapter 8

It was all planned down to the last detail. My dad moved out after Trish more or less threw him out. He was busted after fucking Beth Dawson, the buyer for my grandfather's furniture company. He had no idea that mom and I were deeply involved in a twisted world of incest and Pagan sex.

Margie, my ex-girlfriend and I reunited, after Mom, Donna, Jessica and her daughter Cyndi conspired to mislead the poor girl into believing I was still a virgin and wanted her back.

Fuck! I promised to start attending church with her again. That's how badly I wanted to prove to everyone that I could pull it off. I will say that Margie was cute and even though her tits weren't nearly as big as Cyndi's, they were close to being a C-cup and perky. I wanted to fuck her so bad before all this started.

Her mother Janet must have begun to trust me because Margie looked hot when I showed up at their home. Her prom dress was long, black and shimmery with spaghetti straps and the most cleavage I'd ever seen since we started dating two years earlier.

When she spun around to model it for me, I noticed the zipper down the back, all the way to her gorgeous round bum. Note to self.

Janet hugged me as if we'd never stopped dating. She knew all about my father leaving Trish, but I knew she'd been fooled into thinking it was all dad's fault. That and the fact that mom told her that Cyndi dumped me because of my moral values.

That was the clincher. In Janet and Margie's mind, I was still a good Christian boy who simply lost his way for a spell.

Mr. Harris was a little less receptive, but he was still nice to me, considering the way I broke up with Margie. He reinforced the fact that if we had anything to drink, he would be available to pick us up and drive us home. Darrel had that disciplined professional accountant personality.

I assured him that we would call if I had so much as a beer. That seemed to satisfy him. We were driving away a few minutes later with Margie holding my hand on the console.

The rest of the night will go down in the books as a master class performance. The school ceremony was weird. Cyndi was there with another one of Brad's buddies who graduated the year before. Jake didn't go to college, but rather, stayed home and worked at Mr. Wilson's car dealership. He was a cool guy, and I felt a tinge of jealousy.

Everyone noticed I was back with Margie. The comments were everything from congratulations to what the hell just happened! Margie looked hot in her black dress. Cyndi wore a black dress too. It was strapless and showed off her big tits. I'm sure Margie noticed but didn't acknowledge it.

The plan was to leave the school party early. I told Margie I wanted to talk about our future, and since mom wasn't home, we could go back to my house, and I would take her home before midnight. I wanted to make things right with her.

She loved the fact that I was so apologetic and if anything made her happy, it was treating her like a princess. When we got inside, I offered to make her favorite non-alcoholic beverage, Sparkling Fruit Punch.

We went downstairs to the recroom and straight to the bar where I took all the ingredients from the fridge plus a clear glass pitcher.

I mixed 2 cups of cranberry juice, 2 cups of pineapple juice, 1 cup of orange juice, 1/4 cup of lime juice, 3 cups of ginger ale, and slices of oranges for garnish.

Trish had made sure in advance that everything was there and ready to serve, including one additional special touch. The orange slices were infused with Donna Wilson's magic potion.

That was mom's idea. She knew that Margie always finished her favorite drink by eating the orange slices and left the peel in the bottom of her glass.

Margie's eyes were sparkling. She had her boyfriend back and she made a big splash at the ceremony in her gorgeous black dress. All the compliments she received that night had boosted her confidence and self-esteem.

If I wasn't so affected by the extra dosing that evening, I might have felt a twinge of guilt for what was about to take place.

We sat at the bar reminiscing about our first date. When she turned sixteen, I was allowed to take Margie to a movie. She had her beginner's license and drove my mom's car before stopping one block away from her house and then switched places. We became inseparable after that first date.

I watched closely as Margie finished the last sip of her fruit punch, and like always, used the spoon on the bar to retrieve the orange slice from the bottom of her glass. It played back in my mind as if watching a video in slow motion.

Margie held it delicately in both hands and bit into the fruit as she pulled the peel away and then let the peel drop into the glass. A true reversal of the scenario in the Garden of Eden. Adam seducing Eve.

I didn't always eat the orange slice, but this time it was different. I was told to do it. I followed suit and devoured the orange.

In Donna's words, "If you feel the effect of the magic fruit, you can be certain that it will have three times the effect on Margie."

It's only when I stood up to go to the bathroom that I knew. Holy Shit! My cock had a mind of its own! When I looked in the mirror, not even my black pants could hide my hardon, so I decided to take off my tie and untuck my shirt before returning to the bar.

Margie was sitting there facing me, looking like a young movie star in her glittery black dress with the biggest smile. You would think I just proposed to her. What happened next wasn't anticipated.

She asked if I'd make another drink. "Jack, I don't want to go home right away. I just texted my dad and asked if it was okay if I got home around one and he said OKAY."

That was perfect, but if I was already feeling the magic coming on, I had to believe Margie was already there. Then she got up and went to the fridge and set the glass with cold orange slices on the bar.

Donna said one would be all it took. What she didn't say was what would happen if Margie took two. I was about to find out. I looked at the clock and it was almost eleven. I thought, maybe she'll leave her drink behind, but that didn't happen.

The next part of the plan went flawlessly. I asked Margie if she wanted to go upstairs and look at photos of the two of us on my laptop. That was something we did a lot, sitting on my bed with tunes playing on my Bose speakers.

She was almost giddy when she handed me her drink and asked me to carry it up. She needed both hands to hold her dress up. I carried them both and followed her.

I paid close attention to Margie from behind as we went up the stairs, through the kitchen and up another stairway to my bedroom. I thought she might stumble but everything was fine for about ten more minutes.

I got the laptop from my desk and Margie used the Pandora app on her phone to play some of her favorites. She looked like a princess, sitting on the bed in her gorgeous black dress in contrast to the white duvet.

She was almost finished with her drink when I offered to take it. As always, she didn't have a spoon but used her finger to retrieve the orange slice before handing me her glass and telling me to hold it.

Then she did the same and took the one from my glass. I thought, Holy Shit! I couldn't let her have both or she'd be in no shape to take home. I insisted that I got to finish my slice, and she relented.

I put the glasses back on my desk and joined her as she scrolled through our photos. I don't know how many times we ended up kissing for what seemed like hours in the past, but only one time did I try to feel her breasts under her shirt.

Touching her breasts on the outside of whatever she was wearing was always going too far and she would squirm and resist. French kissing wasn't considered sexual. Geezus! There were so many fucking rules!

Well, two orange slices were a game-changer. When I kissed her, Margie's tongue was in my mouth instantly. She was aroused and it wasn't just the fact we'd gotten back together. The way her dress hugged her body, it was obvious to this Pagan that her nipples were hard and so was my cock!

I boldly made the next move and pulled her long brown hair back to kiss her neck. She didn't resist but instead, put her hand on the back of my shoulders and pulled me tighter. I continued to place soft kisses on her neck and shoulder when she did something I couldn't have imagined two months earlier.

She actually pulled the spaghetti strap down from her shoulder, allowing access for my kisses to land everywhere, unobstructed. Another minute of that and it was time to test Donna's magic potion.

Geezus! I completely forgot that everyone was watching from Brad's bedroom, just twenty feet from my window. My blinds were wide open, to the darkness outside.

Margie's tongue was inside my mouth again, playing intimately with mine. The momentary distraction was short lived. I looked into Margie's eyes and saw for the first time that her pupils were dilated, as if we'd just smoked a joint together. She was under the spell.

That's when I decided to go further as my hand moved from her waist to her breast. I gently squeezed her to test her reaction. Wow! Her body language said all I needed to know as she pulled me closer.

I began fondling her lovely firm breast while the thin silk dress and the soft bra she wore underneath did nothing to prevent her hard nipple from feeling my touch. There wasn't a hint of resistance. My hand wandered to her other breast as we continued to kiss with passion. Margie was mine for the taking!

I pulled her other strap down from her shoulder and kept fondling her. One breast and then the other until I threw all caution to the wind. From that moment on, I took control, peeling the top of her dress down, exposing her thin strapless bra and glorious nipples poking through, the size and hardness of a pencil eraser.

Donna told me what to expect, but knowing Margie's resistance in the past, it was impossible to imagine until now. My cute Christian girl's moral fabric was coming undone, as was the hook above the zipper at the back of her dress.

When she turned and leaned over to give me full access to her back, Margie was telling me to unzip her dress without saying a word. I didn't hesitate.

I was always good at helping my mom out of her dress when dad wasn't home. A lot more often since our relationship became sexual.

When Margie sat back up, I peeled another layer of caution away and went right for the front clasp of her bra. No resistance, but then she something that should haunt me to this day.

Margie had the strangest look of adoration in her eyes when she said, "I want you to be my first and only lover, forever. I'm so happy you didn't have sex with her."

Margie was referring to Cyndi, who I had to believe was watching, along with Trish, her mother, Jessica, and the rest of my Pagan family next door.

All I said in response was, "Me too. I love you, Margie!"

Margie's bra fell off her shoulders as my lust hit 7.0 on the Richter Scale. My mouth went straight for her left breast while I fondled the other one. Geezus! I was just granted permission.

The sequence of events, as I recall, are somewhat blurred by the rush of blood to the mushroom head of my cock! I remember pulling her dress off, and then her lace panties, revealing Margie's perfectly shaved, soft wet cunt.

She was tiny. Her labia were so delicate and unspoiled. My fingers went immediately to the love nest of my first virgin!

I remember getting up and standing beside the bed, undoing my shirt, throwing it to the floor and unbuckling my belt, as Margie leaned on her side and watched. When I pulled my pants down over my feet, and then my socks, I stood up with only my bikini underwear still on and a tent pole sticking straight out.

I looked straight into her eyes as I pulled it off. That's one of my fondest memories, seeing her eyes open wide as she saw my cock for the first time.

I was anticipating the question about protection, but Margie was too far gone to even think about it. She didn't ask. I was prepared ahead of time to say that I wouldn't penetrate her, or I would only stay inside her for a few seconds if we got that far, but I didn't need to say anything.

Mom told me afterwards that they were all surprised that Margie took twice the dose of magic mushrooms. One dose would have been more than enough to tip the scales of self-awareness. Margie was in love and horny as hell!

Mom told me in preparation, "Don't try to eat her cunt, Jack! Margie will think you've done it before. When she spreads her legs, don't go down on her. Your only goal is to fuck her and cum inside of her."

They all got to experience Margie's undoing live and in full color! My cock couldn't have been any harder or throbbing more than it was. Margie lay back on the pillows as I positioned myself between her legs. Geezus Fuck! I didn't need to stimulate her with my fingers.

I held my cock out straight and inched right up to her cunt before pushing my head past the threshold of no return. God! Finally! A few inches further and my sweet innocent virgin girl was no longer! My demons were screaming as I tried to be patient. I looked and her eyes were closed.

I felt a rush of demonic pleasure come over me. All I could hear in my mind was, fuck the little bitch! It should have been something so loving and caring, but the opposite was true.

But I was gentle. Trish told me to go slow and only take her as far as she could handle my monster cock stretching her tight cunt. It felt like forever! Fuck! I was only a few inches inside as I waited for Margie's breathing to calm down before pushing inside another inch. Her cunt was tighter that Cyndi's asshole!

It sounds heartless, I'm sure. When I finally bottomed against Margie's cervix, I was maybe halfway inside her. I paused and then started pulling back. My goal wasn't to pleasure Margie as much as fill her cunt with my seed, but I have to say, fucking a virgin was exciting and I almost came early!

Then she started moaning, but quietly. Her breathing was starting to get heavier as I began pushing in a pulling back in a slow but steady rhythm. My full stroke was only about five inches, and I didn't want to hit her cervix and make her wince the way she did the first time.

Geezus Fuck! I knew my mushroom head was pleasing Margie's sweet spot each time I thrust forward. Even Donna screamed when I fucked her well-seasoned cunt. Cyndi and Trish responded the same way. The upward curve of my cock and the size of my swollen head worked its magic every time. Margie was no different.

OH FUCK! And then she started to orgasm! Margie was cumming for me! I could tell when she started to quiver and her breathing completely stopped. I watched her grab her tits, so unexpectedly as I kept fucking her. I knew then that it was time to stop holding back. When she sighed and groaned, THAT was all I needed.

Margie was literally shaking! Geezus! I didn't know then, but I found out later that she'd never even experienced an orgasm. My sweet Christian girlfriend had never even masturbated, let alone had sex before! The gods were screaming from the heavens as all hell broke loose!

It always happens after edging. The instant pain as my load released, and then euphoria, as my sperm erupted like a fucking volcano!

"UHHHH GOD UHHHHH!" I couldn't help but let it out. "I'M CUMMING!"

Margie's cunt was still spasming as I began to fill her with the devil's seed! One huge tug and then another. I could feel my hot sperm surging from my balls, all the way up my fucking shaft, through my cock hole and shooting inside her.

The way Donna told me to fuck her was carried out with precision. The moment that I was done, my head was pushed firmly against Margie's cervix and holding in that position.

"Don't pull out until your sperm has time to pass Margie's cervix and deep inside her uterus. Remember, the goal is to get her pregnant."

Margie lay perfectly still as I leaned forward and rested on my elbows, pressing my chest against her perky round tits. I kept the head of my cock all the way inside her and relaxed while my cock continued to throb.

The poor little thing was almost unconscious after cumming as hard as she did. All I could think about was the what if's? What happens when she misses her period? It was only a month since mom had an abortion.

Then my mind snapped back to everyone watching. They were probably high-fiving each other!

Fuck! Then Margie's phone started buzzing. I had to pull out! My cock was dripping with sperm and looking at Margie's cunt, a lot of sperm was oozing out of her. I don't think I'd ever had that big a load before. Or maybe she was just so tiny that it had nowhere to go. Anyway, I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed her phone.

When she sat up and looked at it, her mother, Janet, was texting. It was fifteen minutes after one o'clock!

Margie panicked. She texted back, "We're just leaving."

Thank God she wasn't unconscious! From the time we cleaned up in my bathroom and getting in the car with our clothes half undone, it was probably ten minutes. I pulled into her driveway at five minutes before two am.

By then we had time to straighten our clothes as I walked Margie to the front door and kissed her good night. I was sure her mom, Janet would be wide awake, and we didn't have much time to make up an excuse. I left that for Margie. I wasn't sticking around.

Margie sent a text before I got back to my house. "They were both in bed. No worries! XOXO M ????"

I was driving like a zombie. I knew that Trish would be waiting for me. Sure enough, the kitchen light was on as I drove into the driveway and parked inside the garage.

Trish was standing at the kitchen island in her familiar silk negligee with a big smile on her face. "Welcome home Stud!"

My white shirt looked like I pulled it from the laundry basket, all wrinkled and half untucked. It was the first time I noticed that I wasn't wearing underwear.

I looked at Trish before giving her a big hug. The feel of her big tits against my chest reminded me how small Margie's were. I was instantly hard again. The magic was still doing its wonders!

Mom went to the fridge and handed me a cold bottle of beer. She was already sipping cognac from a snifter glass. Donna and Bill were responsible for her new drinking habits.

"Wow Baby! I'm so proud of you! Just relax and let it sink in before we go upstairs and give your fan club something more to watch."

I looked at mom. "Who was there with you?"

Trish smiled. "Everyone! Including someone you don't know about."

I looked at her. "What do you mean? Someone I don't know?"

Trish chuckled. "Oh, you know him. I know him. Cyndi said you looked surprised to see him at the prom with her. Jake Matheson."

I said, "What? Brad's friend, Jake? Yeah, I saw him with Cyndi, but why the hell did she bring him to the Wilson's house?"

Trish turned towards the door. "Let's go upstairs and I'll explain after you fuck me with that hard cock. The magic is still working, isn't it."

To be continued.