She was acting under the influence of the witch’s brew; I was acting under the influence of a long-frustrated libido. I never in my life thought I could screw my best friend, but I was about to, with no hesitation, no doubt.
It took me months to get the balls to approach the old woman who lived in the shanty, hidden behind a wall of tangled trees, four miles at the end of a single lane mud and gravel road. The woman is supposed to be a witch, a Voodoo queen with knowledge and practice of the supernatural. The outside of her hovel looked like a hovel, but inside is what truly freaked me out. She had shelves stacked with Mason jars holding a million different types of bugs, small animals, snakes, birds and bats. All pickled in some kind of liquid. She had cut roots and dried plants hanging from the rafters and on one wall, pictures of witches and warlocks, including Maleficent and Merlin; and an autographed poster of Stephen King. And to my astonishment, a 65 inch, flatscreen, smart HDTV tuned to Jerry Springer.
It was desperation built up over three years of high school frustration that drove me to seek the advice, wisdom and magic of the woman. I was over my head in love with Marjorie Kim Salinas, she was the most beautiful, sexy girl in the whole world and I spent every waking moment thinking about her. She didn’t even know I existed; she hung out with the sports stars, the bad boys, she chased any hunk she saw. I was the quintessential nerd: 5’5, 122 lbs., thick glasses, elephantine ears, dull brown eyes that matched my crew cut hair, straight A+ GPA for life. I am a weed in a flower garden, and Marjorie didn’t even know my name.
Just the drive to the old woman’s shack was an exercise in imagined terror. Even though it was mid-afternoon, the road was a tunnel of dark shadows interspersed by brief splats of filtered sunlight. I saw every kind of evil; werewolves, zombies, vampires, lions and bears, lurking behind the trees, hidden in the shadows. By the time I got out of the car I needed to change my underwear. I pulled into her yard, scattering goats and chickens into a rotted lean-to shed.
She was cloaked in a blood red floor length dress with a black fur collar from some long dead creature. Her black shoes had thick clog like soles and looked like they were tipped with a blunt gold spike. I wouldn’t want her to kick me. She smiled with all of five teeth, her tongue was covered with ugly warts, she had a single long black hair hanging from her left nostril, but her eyes were crystal blue, bright and young. If you could only see her eyes, she would be beautiful.
“What is it that brings you to me young man” she inquired?
I spilled my guts; I didn’t hold back any part of my story. How I loved the girl but my love was unfulfilled. It wasn’t that Marjorie spurned me, she didn’t know I existed, I needed her to see me, to know me, to love me. How could that happen, “Can you help me?” I asked.
She listened, never saying a word, not asking questions for the entire time I spoke. When I was done, she stared through me for a long minute then put her left hand on my chest and closed her eyes. She sat still for another minute, while I counted the multi-colored stones in the nine rings she wore on the hand, then began to show her few teeth through a broad smile, “I can help you” she finally said. She opened a wooden box that sat in the middle of the table then flicked through a thick file of recipe cards, muttering to herself, “He will need a strong one.”
With card in hand she shuffled across the room and pushed aside a cluster of bottles and grabbed a small vial, it looked like an old perfume bottle, with a glass stopper. The bottle was emerald green with a crosshatch of ruby colored lines etched around the middle. The stopper top was yellow crystal. The little bottle looked like a very expensive antique. She carefully laid the stopper aside then grabbed six jars full of various colored slop, two of them had bugs floating in the liquid. With an eyedropper she measured some liquid from each jar then dripped it into the vial. She counted carefully how many drops of each solution she used. Once the vial was full, she capped it then put it in a microwave for 48 seconds. After the mixture was heated, she set a timer then shook the little bottle until the timer bell rang. The old hag smiled once more and held the concoction to me, “That will be 59 dollars please, I prefer cash, but six chickens would be okay.”
“What is it?”
“To any woman you hand this to, it will be a very fragrant perfume. If she uses this potion, she will fall in love with you, you will be able to love her as you wish. When this Marjorie, or any woman, dabs a drop of this on her skin, you will have five hours with her before its effects gradually fade. Use the time wisely young man.” After I chased a goat off the hood of my car, the drive back through the dark wilderness wasn’t near as scary.
The jeweled vial sat on my bedroom desk, next to my laptop for days. It scared the shit out of me every time I looked at it, not because it was evil or magic looking, but because of its promised potential. I didn’t have enough confidence to offer any girl the chance to sniff or use the perfume. What if one did and she acted just like the old hag said? I didn’t have a problem getting an erection, hell, I was a teen aged boy. My problem was that I didn’t know how to use it. What if a girl ‘fell in love’ with me, did I have the guts to seduce her? That was my dilemma, I knew what I wanted, but was too fucking scared of my own lack of experience and capabilities.
Lola, my older sister came down stairs for dinner acting all goofy, laughing and giggling, she started poking me, pushing me around, generally acting all weird and pissing me off. All through dinner and later while doing my schoolwork, Lola hung near making all kinds of strange comments and making an ass of herself, “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked her.
“I got no problems a little personal time wouldn’t cure.”
“What does that mean?”
She taunted, “It means you really are a geek; you don’t even know when a girl is throwing herself at you.”
Huh?
I avoided my sister the rest of the night, the next morning she was as aloof and uncaring as she had been for my seventeen years. I didn’t want to ask what the hell got into her the day before, I wasn’t all that concerned. It wasn’t until that afternoon I noticed the crystal stopper of my perfume vial was lying next to the bottle, not sitting in place at the top. Had my sister found it; did she try it? My balls shuddered when I thought of how she was acting and knew what happened. My sister found the vial and sampled the potion then tried to get my attention. Was I stupid enough not to know she was advertising, trying to get me alone for some intimacies? If that shit affected my sister that way, how would it work on other girls?
My cock swelled to capacity when I realized that if it worked that well on Lola, it could affect as Marjorie as well. From that moment on I was determined to experiment, to see how my 59 dollar brew influenced other girls before I tried for the gold medal, Marjorie. I picked up my cell and invited Kaleen over to ‘do homework’.
Kaleen is one of my few real friends. She is as homely as a bucket of pig slop, just as smart as me. We bonded as friends after we found out neither of us ever got a wrong answer in math. Most everybody who knew me and her swore we were lifelong boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers to the end, but we weren’t, we both agreed we wanted to love someone who didn’t look like us. Even though we were mentally linked, we were never physically linked. I chose Kaleen as my first experiment because I knew even if she got all hot and lovey, I wouldn’t do anything with her; she was too fucking skinny, had tiny tits, she wasn’t my type.
“That’s pretty, where did you get it?”
“At the flea market, some old guy had a bunch of these, I picked the green one because it reminds me of humming bird colors.”
Kaleen lifted the top and jiggled the bottle, watching the liquid. She lifted it to her nose and sniffed, “Smells nice, what’s it called?”
I didn’t think girls would care if the perfume had a name so I didn’t have an immediate answer, but quickly rummaged through a few mental suggestions, “The guy called it le parfum de Vénus.”
“The Scent of Venus, appropriate,” she commented, then held her wrist out and tipped the bottle to sample a small splash on her wrist. Kaleen capped the bottle, set it aside, then offered me her arm to smell. As I sniffed, she asked “Have you written the critique on ‘Much Ado About Nothing yet?” She was all business, asking if I had done our Shakespeare assignment.
“No, let’s get to it.”
Ten minutes after we opened my laptop and started collaborating on Shakespeare, Kaleen moved from her chair then stepped behind me and leaned over, put her hands on my shoulders and her head next to mine, her cheek and mine were rubbing, I felt her breath on my skin, her fingers began to massage my shoulders as she talked. I was startled at first, but quickly succumbed to the light touch of her fingers as they worked delicately from my shoulders to my neck. The sound of her voice began to change, the tone, the volume; it was becoming more melodious, less officious. In spite of how I felt about my her, my prick began to take an interest in what she was doing; for the first time in my life, my best friend caused a bit of hormonal rush in my nuts, “Clark?” My name on her lips sent a shiver through my chest.
“What?”
“Did you ever think you might want to kiss me?”
I pushed away from the desk and turned my chair to face her, my heart was hammering, “Not really, I don’t think of you like that.”
She straightened up, moved to straddle my legs and sat on them, she hooked her hands over my shoulders then said with a small smile, “Maybe you should.” I put my hands on her waist and pulled slightly, she came easily to me, our lips bonded for the first time ever. I had never kissed a girl before and I’m sure she never kissed a guy, but that didn’t seem to hinder the explosion of lust in that first kiss. Her lips were hot, soft and moist. Kaleen canted her head to the left, moving her mouth on mine, her arms encircled my neck as we shared our first ever kiss. My cock swelled impossibly huge in my pants and I slipped a hand between us to press it on her left breast. Kaleen moaned softly then broke the bond, she sat up, smiled hugely, “That was fucking awesome Clark.” I’d never heard my friend use foul language before, and it shocked me and thrilled me at the same time, I pulled her into another kiss.
She and I necked and made out for at least five minutes, not saying anything, but doing a lot. I was turned on like never before, she was rocking slightly on my legs, gasping and moaning while I fondled her little tits. Her mouth moved from mine to my face and neck, my hands went from breasts to legs and ass. I pulled her tight against the monster bulge in my pants, she arched her back for more pressure between our groins.
I had to move, get her off my legs, so I pushed her away and stood. Kayleen looked at my obvious arousal then put her fingers to work, opening my pants, helping me relieve the restriction of clothing. While she was pulling my zipper, I unbuttoned her slacks then put my hands under the waist band then slipped them over the curve of her ass and down her legs. In moments she and I were wrapped up by arms as our bodies crushed together, my erection was trapped between her and me, she was rocking her body, rubbing on it. I stepped back, took her hand then pulled her to my bed. Kayleen and I literally jumped on it at the same time, she rolled to her back, I grabbed her panties and pulled them off. She reached under the band of my briefs, wrapped her fingers around my cock then invited me to fuck her with just a look and a smile.
She was acting under the influence of the witch’s brew; I was acting under the influence of a long-frustrated libido. I never in my life thought I could screw my best friend, but I was about to, with no hesitation, no doubt. I pulled my boxers to my knees then went to lie between her legs. Kaleen gripped my cock then guided me to her center. I’d never done this with a girl before and I was sure she was pure too, but that didn’t seem to bother or hinder either of us. She rubbed my cock up and down her split two times then urged softly, “Push in Clark, push it all in me.” She was wet, I was slick so I eased into her until our bodies met. She sighed out the breath she’d been holding, “God this feels good.”
I started fucking the girl geek. As I looked down on her, it was amazing how her face was transforming from plain and mousy, to very pretty. I moved her blouse up, freed her breasts from the A cup bra then bent to lick and kiss her nipples. Fingers dented my back as we screwed, her breath was a windstorm of heated air on my ear, her body trembled every time I thrust hard into her. Kaleen pushed up on my thin shoulders, forcing me up so we could watch each other. She looked at the connection between us then started to huff, “Ohh, Ohh, UHhuh!” She slapped her hands to the bed, bunched my blanket in her hands and cried, “Oh Clark, what the hell are you doing to meeeee!” She arched her back then I collapsed on her while I shot my stuff into a girl for the first time in my life.
She rolled to her side, facing me and put her arms around my neck and pulled me into another deep kiss. When she pulled off my lips her eyes were glowing heat, “I love you Clark.”
What we had done, what she said stunned me but I was in awe of how that love potion worked. Not fifteen minutes after she tried a single drop, I was fucking her. Man, if it worked that well on other girls, I was set for life, there were a lot of drops of potion in that bottle. I focused on Kaleen and noticed that she wasn’t as pretty as she was five minutes earlier. Oh well, I still felt fantastic.
It didn’t end with one fuck; the witch had told me the effects of the perfume would last about five hours and Kayleen was acting like she was going to spend all that time in my bed. She sat up, pulled off her shirt and bra then laid back down, lying tight against me. Her leg lifted over mine then started caressing my leg with her thigh as her lips went to my neck. She was puffing softly and I was quickly regaining enough bone to screw her again. I put my hand between her legs which pulled a quick gasp from her, she clamped her legs together to keep my hand in place while I rubbed her pussy with two fingers. I fondled her for a couple minutes then she started shaking and groaning. The hand on my chest went to my erection and she tried to pull it off while she orgasmed. When she caught her breath again, she pulled on my arm to get me over her. I got between her wide spread legs then pushed in easily and fucked her until my nuts launched their second cuming. I looked down on her while she panted and vibrated, and saw again how pretty she was.
Kaleen and me stayed in bed, bonded by arms and friendship. She professed a long-suppressed love for me, I avoided saying anything that had the word ‘love’ in it. After about two hours I told her she had to go, my parents would be home soon. Instead of getting up, Kayleen offered me one more fuck, a quickie. She just laid on her back and smiled with satisfaction while I used her. After she left, I stayed in my room and reveled in the wonder of what had happened. First, my sister got all twitchy after sampling the potion, then my best friend tried to ruin my nuts when she tried a daub. I started planning on how to get Marjorie to splash some on her wrist.
Since Marjorie didn’t share any classes with me, and I didn’t run with her crowd, getting her to talk to me and try the potion was a lot more challenging than I anticipated. She didn’t know me, didn’t want to know me. I tried to follow her to find out where she hung out, but she was always with some guy, or two, or more. If I had tried to approach her, I’m sure I would be stomped into Jell-O in short order. After a week I was beginning to think I should let Kayleen use some more perfume, she was being really girlfriend kind of friendly since I screwed her. As I lay in bed Thursday night, I knew I was ready to fuck her. I called her and hinted that she could come to my room on Saturday, she quickly agreed. But, the anticipation of screwing her again didn’t calm my balls, I was horny then, not in two more days.
It started as a memory but grew into a full-fledged sexual intention. There was someone that might get hot for me right there in the house. My sister. She’d already shown the goop affected her, and just like any other girl, she had a pussy, and I knew for sure she was getting screwed by Ellis. I got out of bed, grabbed the vial then went to visit my sister.
She was asleep, on her side with one arm looped under a pillow. I shook the bottle to get the stopper wet then dripped one drip on my sister’s shoulder. As soon as it was on, I retreated back to my bed, stripped my night clothes off, then waited. Hoped and waited. And hoped.
By the clock by my bed it was 12 minutes later that my door opened and Lola stepped silently to my bed. She looked down on me, smiled, then pulled her night gown off. Lola has a lot more form and shape than Kayleen and her pussy was bare, she shaved her pubes. My cock which had been half hard, swelled to huge in seconds; my older sister was there to fuck me.
Lola lifted the blanket then laid at my side. Without a word she reached for my erection then stroked it while nuzzling my chest. She slid down my stomach then kissed the end of my prick, lifted her eyes, smiled then started sucking my cock. I held the blanket high to watch my sister as she bobbed her head, using her tongue on the base of my cock. Kayleen didn’t do that and it was all new and exciting as hell, my nuts were packing up, solid and hard, my cock was swelling with semen. Lola grabbed the shaft of my prick, pursed her lips around the head then pumped my twice, setting off an eruption of cum. She let me blow into her mouth two times then she pulled off and giggled like a little girl with a new toy while I shot the rest all over her hand and arm. When I was done surging, she came back up and planted her cum covered lips on my cheek and the smeared the mess up and over my ear. “You may be my little brother, but you aren’t that little” she whispered as she squeezed my still swollen cock.
I pushed my sister to her side, facing away, then probed between her thighs. She held me in place while I pressed all the way in her hot tender pussy. Lola breathed a long sigh then started rolling her back, sliding her cunt on me, fucking me while I held her hip. I’d fucked Kaleen three times and my sister sucked me off so I was gaining stamina as I pounded Lola. My sister and I rolled around my bed for another half hour, she had a bunch of orgasms, each one stronger and noisier than before. I was living another hot fantasy, fucking my sister had been a secret desire ever since I got hairy balls, and now she was giving everything to me. She was over me, sitting on my erection when I couldn’t hold out any longer, “Now Lola, I’m cuming now!”
She fell down to hold me close, ‘Cum Clark, cum hard, cum deep, I want you to, I would love you to.” As my sister used the ‘love’ word for me, I filled her womb to overflowing.
Lola didn’t stay for five hours; she was aware enough to go back to her room because we had school the next day. The next morning as I was grabbing a bowl of cereal, she came into the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, I didn’t know how she would greet me. Lola eyes glinted with fun, she smiled as she went to the fridge and said quietly, “Maybe we should keep last night just between us, don’t tell anybody.” She didn’t seem timid or standoffish; I assured her my lips were sealed forever.
Kaleen was sitting at my desk, she seemed nervous. I wanted to rip off her clothes and get busy but she didn’t give any hint she was ready to screw me again, she may have wanted to, but she was hesitant. I still wasn’t confident enough to brazenly make a pass at her so we sat side by side on the laptop, pretending to study. I was wondering how to get her hot again when the answer came to me; simple, get her to use the concoction again. “Hey, why don’t you put on some of that perfume again, I liked the way it smells on you.”
She still wasn’t aware of the power of the vial so she unstopped the bottle, dabbed a bit on her wrist then sniffed her arm, “I really like this.” Yeah, I really liked it too. In less than ten minutes she was mewling like cat in heat with her arms around me while I caressed her ass and made out with her. We were so turned on we raced against time to rip our clothes off, not bothering to help the other. As soon as we were nude, she grabbed my boner and pulled me to the bed. Kaleen fell back, opened her legs and growled with passion, “Make love to me Clark, I need you to fuck me, I want this so much!” I split her up the middle then she and I settled into almost four hours of huffing, puffing, orgasms and wild fucking sex. I was so tired when Kaleen left that day, I could hardly make it to dinner later that evening. I spent that night reliving what she and I had done and realized that Kaleen was good practice, a good way to gain experience for Marjorie. I again plotted some kind of rendezvous with the dream girl so I could fulfill my true fantasies.
Two days went by, Kaleen was being a pest, she had changed drastically, she wanted to be more than a friend but I still wasn’t thinking like that. Even though she and I screwed like newlyweds a couple of times, I didn’t want to commit to some Plain Jane nerd. Marjorie Kim Salinas was my ultimate goal.
I was sitting at my laptop surfing the Library of Congress for an article on the War of 1812 when my mother came to my room, “Clark, I want to ask you a question.”
“What’s that mom?”
“Has something happened between you and Kaleen? She’s been different the last couple of times she came over, what’s going on?”
My heart started thumping, my mind blanked, what the hell should I say. No way did I want to tell her what we had done, “We just haven’t been real friendly lately, don’t know what’s up with her.”
“Not real friendly? It seems to me that she wants to be more than friends, Clark, I think the young woman has taken an intimate interest in you.”
“God, mom, she’s like my own sister, we don’t want to be like girlfriend/boyfriend.”
Mom smiled then picked up the vial of perfume, “Maybe you don’t notice because you’re too much involved with schoolwork,” she uncorked the bottle, “but that girl is beginning to feel differently for you.” Mom sniffed the top of the bottle, “This is nice, what are you doing with it?”
I was panicked, I lied, “It’s Kaleen’s she forgot it last time she was here.”
Mom tipped a tiny drop on her fingertip, rubbed it between her fingers then smelled her finger tips, “If she is starting to use perfume Clark, she wants to be more than friends. You should examine your own feelings toward her, she’s a lovely young woman and we all like her, me, dad and Lola.” Mom put down the perfume and walked out.
What the Fuck just happened!? My mother sampled my love potion, how in hell would it affect her? I sprang from my chair and fled the house. I was going to stay away for at least five hours, I sure as hell didn’t want to be near if the magic worked on my mother too.
I got home late that night, hoping like hell my mother was normal, after all she only touched it with her fingers, not on her skin. She greeted me as usual then turned her attention to the TV while sitting next to dad on the sofa. Everything was right, my nerves began to calm. I went to my room and opened my laptop to a game I was designing. It was after 11 when I went to bed, I was tired from the stress of thinking about my mom using my potion.
I woke up to the feel of my mattress dipping to the side, my eyes shot open to see her easing onto the bed. My mother had a nightgown on but had pulled it high enough to expose her lower body. I looked at the thick mat of pubic hair and my mind shrieked in fear. She laid next to me, slid a hand into my shorts then began to nuzzle my neck with her nose. In spite of who she was and how I felt, my prick reacted quickly to the experienced caresses from my mom’s fingers. I rolled my head to look at her, she pinched the head of my swiftly growing erection and said “We don’t have much time Clark, come up, over me.” She rolled to her back.
In less than a second all my misgivings and fears vanished. I pierced my mother’s pussy; no matter who she was, she was hot, she was offering me her body, I took advantage. As our groins slapped together, she whispered, “Quiet, your dad is a light sleeper.” Mom arched her back, widened the space between her legs then began breathing through her nose to keep quiet. She put her hands on my neck and pushed me up to smile into my eyes as I fucked her. She began to pant lightly, her body was growing warmer, she was getting juicy as hell, my erection was slipping in and out without friction, but with a lot of stimulation. As I screwed my mother it became irrelevant that she was 23 years older, or that her body had been reformed from teenaged svelte to one that had suffered 26 years of a sedentary marital lifestyle and giving birth twice. She was hot, fluid and taking me as if we were inflamed lovers. Mom rolled me off her, rose up over my lap then settled on my cock. Even though she was 25 pounds heavier than me, I didn’t feel the burden of her weight. She lifted her nightgown over her tits and ordered, “Suck them, the nipples!” I put my mouth over the end of her large saggy left breast and suckled while she groaned and trembled. I put my hands between her legs to feel for her clit then brought her to an orgasm. She fell flat on me, wrapped her arms around me and held tight while whispering, “Oh my god Clark, I love this!” When she calmed enough to catch her breath, she eased off my bed, stroked my cheek and said with a soft, intimate smile, “Good night my wonderful young man.”
Kaleen, Lola, and now my mother. I wasn’t anywhere near my dream girl, but my nuts were really beginning to appreciate the power and benefits of my $59 purchase. As I lay on my back, fingering the puddle of cum that had dripped from mom, I worked more on my plan to lure Marjorie to my bed.
The next morning mom came to my room as I was getting dressed for school. She looked a little sheepish, “Clark, I don’t know what got into me, please don’t hate me.”
I acted like I didn’t know what she was talking about, “Hate you? For what?”
She hesitated, blushed, and said “For last night, what I did with you.”
“Mom, it’s ok, I’m glad we could share our feelings like that, don’t be sorry.” No more was said, our relationship quickly became mother and son again.
I packed the vial of elixir in my backpack and took it to school. I knew I couldn’t get Marjorie to try it there, she might get horny in school and make passes at me where it wouldn’t do me any good; too many kids around. I was going to follow her after school and try on some pretense to talk to her, to get her to try the potion. I was in the lunch room, looking for a pen, rooting around without success in the bottom of the pack. I took out three books, some note pads, my WIFI tablet, the bottle and set it all on a table while digging. Just as I found the pen, Viola, one of my sister’s friends, snatched the perfume from the table, “Hey, what is this, it’s pretty.”
I flushed with dread and tried to take it back, “It’s Lola’s, she asked me to carry it for her” was the lamest thing I could think of.
Viola popped the stopper, sniffed, then poured a large spill on her palm, she set the bottle down, rubbed her hands together then wiped her cheeks and neck with the brew, “Jeeze Clark, this smells good, where did she get it?”
The tall black girl overdosed on my love potion. No sooner had she quit wiping her neck, her eyes locked on mine, grew large and focused. She glanced left and right checking the area for spectators then said, “Come with me.” She grabbed my arm and started for the door of the room. I tried to stall, to put my stuff back in the pack, but her grip was stronger than my will to stay. She led me out of the room and down the hall like a kid about to be punished for doing bad things. “Viola,” I whispered, “what are you doing?” She ignored me as she pushed open the swinging door to the gymnasium then across the court to the Girl’s locker room, “Viola!”
Saying nothing, she towed me to the coach’s office, looked around to be sure nobody was there then hauled my ass to a single wide bunk bed. It was a cot where overheated players could lie down and recover from too much exercise. I’d never been there before, I didn’t even know it existed, but as the Center for the girls’ basketball team, Viola had been stretched out on the cot before. We stopped by the small bed, she spun to me then pulled my head to lie between her breasts. The girl was at least six inches taller than me but that didn’t seem to bother her just then. I buried my face between her tits and kissed the skin. I had been terrified on the way to the locker room but that terror changed to instant fucking lust for the tall black girl as she groped my ass. I stepped back then gripped her pants and tugged them down where she stepped out of them. Viola laid back on the cot while I opened my jeans and pushed them to my ankles. Her brown eyes were glowing red with heat when she reached between her legs and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side so I could penetrate her. As I jammed my erection into her, she gasped a deep breath then let is out as a long soft moan. She lifted her long legs to put her feet on the bed, her knees were damn near as high as my head; she grabbed my shoulders and offered, “Fuck me hard Clark, fuck me deep, fuck me long! Oh, Fuck you feel good!”
I banged the basketball queen for close to twenty minutes, the entire time she was bucking and jumping with erotic shocks, groaning out with increasing volume the pleasure I was giving her. She managed to catch her breath long enough to say, “Don’t cum in me, tell me when.”
She started to shake, her legs were vibrating against my side, she was panting though another climax when I couldn’t take any more, “Now, Viola, I’m gonna cum!” She pushed me away and moved around quickly to inhale my erection. With three quick strokes on the shaft I began to erupt and Viola took every drop she could get. When I was done convulsing, her throat worked up and down as she swallowed about half my load. My knees were weak, my head spinning with awe when she stood, bent down and kissed me with a mouth full of cum and a lot of passion.
We got dressed casually, as if we were casual acquaintances, not recent lovers. As we were leaving the room Viola paused to say, “You can’t say anything to anybody, if Chester ever found out, he would cut your nuts off.” Chester was her very large boyfriend; my lips were sealed with Gorilla Glue. When I got back to the classroom, the first thing I did was cover the stopper of the vial with tape so some other fucking girl couldn’t so easily open it.
My plans to seduce Marjorie that day were shattered by the events with Viola. Between my mother the night before, and Viola almost sucking my balls through my prick, I was done fucking for the day. At home I put the bottle on a shelf and fell to sleep, I was too tired to even dream of Marjorie.
Saturday passed uneventful; I went to a museum with my friend Claud then spent the night gaming in my room. I didn’t see my sister at all, Kaleen was busy with her family and mom was again just part of my environment, seen, but not noticed. Even though it was a physically laid-back day, my mind was boiling with memories. Memories of fucking four different girls (one a full-grown woman). I had bought the bottle on Saturday, two weeks earlier, then let it set for two days. That meant in twelve days I’d had four different sex partners since it was first opened. I checked the level of fluid in the flask, it had gone down some, but there was still more than enough for Marjorie. I didn’t need to check the level of semen in my nuts, they were filled to the brim, waiting for my dream girl.
I had my bottle with me everywhere I went. I didn’t trust to leave it home, Lola or my mother might be tempted to use it again and I wasn’t ready for another bout of hot sex with either. I mean, both were fun and great for new experiences, but still -----, you know what I mean.
I was at the mall wandering loose with no particular goal when I went past a perfume/cologne shop. I decided to find out if they had any scent close to mine. I stepped up to the attractive young sales girl, handed her the bottle and asked if she had anything similar. I felt safe giving her the bottle, she would only sniff, that wasn’t how the stuff worked. She commented on the exotic bottle then removed the stopper. She held the bottle to her nose then said “I think I have something like that.” She handed me my vial then went to a display case and removed a pink cologne mister. She sprayed some mist on her wrist then offered it to me to smell. I told her it might be similar but wasn’t sure, “Hand me your bottle” she said. When I did, she surprised me by daubing a drop on her other wrist then held both out for a comparison.
Even though I was surprised, my libido went on full alert. Another woman had just sampled my potion and my body immediately began to prepare; my cock began to swell. The salesgirl walked around for a few more minutes while I waited for the spell to start. She was talking about different perfumes when she went to the shop door, turned the ‘Closed’ sigh out and locked it. She turned to me, “I have something to show you in the back, come with me.”
When we got to the small office in the back of the shop, she pushed me to sit in an office chair then reached under her short skirt and pulled her panties down. She kicked free of them then put her hands to work opening my pants. When she reached her goal, my free-standing erection, she straddled my legs and eased down on my cock. Her arms went around my neck, she leaned to me then started rolling her hips. Sixteen minutes after entering her shop, the redheaded, green-eyed beauty was fucking me. While she was kissing and licking the skin of my neck, I reached under skirt and played with her ass while she humped on me. We coupled on that chair for a few minutes then she started yipping lightly as orgasmic shocks made her shudder. Her climax set mine loose and I unloaded as deep as I could into the girl. She bent to kiss me tenderly then murmured in my ear, “I have to go, I have to open the shop again.” She kissed me again then got up. After I left the store, I realized I didn’t even know her name.
I hid that shit away, out sight, out of any female’s reach. I needed a break; my poor body wasn’t used to the high level of exercise I’d gotten in just 12 days. I was sure not even the superstuds at school could say they fucked five women (Kaleen twice) in the two weeks after they lost their virginity. All this sex stuff was still new to me so I needed to take a breather for a few days, Marjorie would have to wait. My life with mom and Lola was totally normal, but Kaleen was still kind of distracted and starry eyed when we did homework. A couple of times she made an intimate suggestion, but hey, she was still plain and skinny, not really my type, unless I had no other choice.
My sister was in my room talking to Kaleen, they were gossiping, the latest, most explosive news in the school. I was trying to ignore them but the topic of their discussion grabbed my attention.
“Marjorie Kim is pregnant!”
“OH My God, you’re kidding!”
“No, Rachel told me. Cassie and Joyce heard her tell Mable in the girl’s room, she’s pregnant!”
I spun in my chair, disbelief made me doubt them, I was in denial, “What the hell? She can’t be pregnant.”
Lola clapped her hands together, “Yes, and guess what Clark, she doesn’t know who did it. Mable says Marjorie was at a party and let six guys fuck her. She might even have a half black baby because Viola’s boyfriend screwed her too. Viola is really pissed at Chester for cheating on her.”
I turned back to my laptop, feeling devastated. My dream girl was out of reach, there was no way I would try to seduce her now, not if she was gonna have a kid. I went into a depression; my emotions went from mad through sad with a few stops for doubt and denial. I pouted and secretly mourned my lost love for three days. I couldn’t get away from the talk, the gossip, the rumors and scorn heaped on and around Marjorie. I didn’t feel sorry for her though, I felt sorry for myself. My scary trip to the old woman, the money, the times I used the potion, all for naught, my dream had not come true.
Kaleen was reading a poem in French for our French class when Lola came to my room. The two started talking while I got up to go pee. While standing at the commode my thoughts wandered from Marjorie to the girls and women I did screw, and all of a sudden, I was ready to get laid; my prick started to grow, stiffen and lengthen. Even though she wasn’t my dream girl, Kaleen was there, I knew she was willing, all I had to do was get rid of my sister. I tucked my prick back into my pants then returned to my room.
Kaleen and Lola were standing near my desk, Lola had the perfume bottle in her hand, she was holding it over Kaleen’s wrist. After a drop fell to Kaleen, Lola quickly daubed some under her own ear. I watched my sister and my friend rub the potion into their skin then the pair turned to me in unison. In moments their entire personae began to change. The aura around the girls softened, their eyes widened, they both began to smile intimately at me, Kaleen was growing pretty again, my sister became less obnoxious.
Kaleen stepped behind me then put her hands around my waist to loosen my belt while my sister unbuttoned my shirt.
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