Perverts 'R' Us

Spike I - The Initiation

By Propodal ( M/F, mc )

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"No, Jason! I told you, I don't like stuff like that!" Cindy hissed as she moved my hand from her firm ass to her waist. She disengaged on the dimly lit dance floor to look at my face. "You're such a sweet guy, and I like to dance with you, but I don't do stuff like that."

The song ended just then. Cindy turned and strode back to the table where her girlfriends were camped. I watched her tight little ass churn in the slinky black dress. She was a fourteen-year-old wet dream and the third one who'd busted my chops tonight. I flopped down in a chair next to Parker, my geeky neighbor. He'd given me a ride to the dance.

"Looks like strike three," he chuckled. Parker's a senior, so I took his teasing with good grace. He admired Cindy's retreating form with the indulgence reserved for lower animals and sophomores.

"Man, I just can't get any action!" I moaned. Parker's grin widened as I tried to reposition my hard dick in my slacks. "I need to find an eager, willing lass!"

In spite of his geekiness, Parker got pussy regularly. We walked out to the parking lot to smoke a J. "What's your secret, Parker?"

I expected him to joke, or launch into a meaningless lecture about relationships.

"Smell," he said simply. "It's the most primitive sense, and a helluva powerful sexual trigger."

"Smell?"

"Yeah. First, you gotta be able to smell when a girl wants sex. Then you gotta make her a smell that tells her you'd be a good one to get it from. It's all about smell." He talked in a croak, trying to hold the smoke in.

"Girls all smell good!" I laughed. All three of my dance partners smelled like flowery dreams.

"Yeah. You know, we humans have lost most of our sense of smell. Dogs, now, they do a great job with sex and smell. The boys know who wants it and when to do it. No confusion!"

"Great! I just have to become a dog! Then I'll score 100 percent!"

"Nope. You just need to use Spike. It does both parts!"

"Spike?"

"Yeah. It's sold as a hair tonic. You rub it under your arms and in your nose, and you can smell the smell and make it. The really cool part is, when you finally can smell a girl who wants sex, your body makes the smell by itself. I think the Spike just enhances the effects." Parker grinned at my skeptical look. "No shit! I rub it in my pubes, too, but you probably don't have that option! Turns girls into sexual predators!"

"You're just fucking with me," I spat. "I've never heard of any of this shit."

"Dumbass! You haven't heard of anything!" Parker gave me a good-natured punch. "I've got some right here," he said, fishing in his jacket pocket. "Thought I might want some pussy tonight." He handed me a small tube. "Try it."

"Spike" and some small print were printed on the label. I unscrewed the cap and squirted some on my finger. It looked like a gel and smelled oily. Carefully, I rubbed some in each nostril. It was like hand lotion without any smell.

"Don't forget your pits," Parker said seriously. I unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed each armpit with the greasy gel. I felt silly and watched him carefully for any sign of humor. He looked at me like a coach looks at a slow-learner.

We walked back to the dance. I had decided Parker believed what he'd said, although I wasn't sure he was right. "How will I know the smell?" I asked him.

"Oh, you'll know!" he laughed. "Don't worry about that!"

As we entered the gym, Parker spotted some other seniors who'd crashed the sophomore dance and he joined their huddle. I stood next to Gordon, a guy from my homeroom.

"You gonna ask someone to dance?" he asked nervously.

"I guess I better," I muttered, looking around the room. I tried not to look at the girls who'd already turned me down. For the next few songs, I danced with girls I'd known since grade school. They all smelled good, but not special. I held them politely and enjoyed dancing. This set was all slow songs, and it is nice to hold a girl.

I almost forgot about the Spike and my horniness when Sue Greenway got up to give me a dance. As I took the cute little redhead into my arms, I was assailed by a powerful cloud of a strong, wet, shrimpiness. At first I thought it must be something she'd eaten, but it was strong, and stimulating, really nice! A shutter went through me and I felt my dick start to harden. I held her a little closer, still shy about pushing my luck. The smell was stronger and I began to breathe deeply to inhale it. A thin sheen of sweat formed on my upper lip.

Then I noticed Sue's face. She was looking at me with a wide-eyed amazement, as though I'd walked out of a dream. Her nostrils were flared, and her pouty lips were formed into a curled smile. She looked hungry!

"Damn, Jason! You're really hot tonight!" she murmured, happy to be touching me.

"You too, Sue," I said, looking at her. Sue was slightly taller than me, and wore a red blouse and denim skirt. She wore loafers without stockings.

More important, according to her smell, she wanted sex! Hoping that I was making the right smell for her, I hugged her close and continued our slow dance. As I began stroking her back, she leaned close and licked my ear in a long, slow stroke. She rubbed her little tits on my chest and positioned my leg between hers.

"I like that," she purred as my hand rode along her waist. As we turned into the crowd, I slipped lower, feeling the rise of her little ass. She turned to face me, a helpless, lusty look on her face. I leaned into a kiss and she opened up like a starving woman, sucking my tongue right into her mouth. It was the best kiss I'd ever had.

We were still standing, rocking against each other in that kiss when the music ended and the band announced a break. As the floor cleared, we fell apart holding hands.

"Hot in here, isn't it?" I said, grinning at Sue. We were both damp from our sweaty new lust.

"Yeah. Let's walk outside," she chirped smiling happily and still looking very hungry. Soon we were outside in the cool Georgian October night. We walked away from the knot of smokers in their cloud around the door, and into the park next to the school.

Students called this "lover's park." It had lots of picnic tables located in alcoves cut into the shrubbery. Many, many couples had fucked their first here. Sue and I found one that was unoccupied and straddled the bench facing each other. I held her face and kissed her. She sucked my face eagerly, moaning and trembling. My dick was hard as a crowbar as I snorted her wonderful sex smell. From way she was breathing, I figured that she was getting a big dose of the smell I now knew I was making.

Sue's tits felt great as she twisted against my chest and rubbed them on me. Without thinking, I grabbed her left breast with my right hand, massaging the little lump through her thin shirt and lacy bra.

She broke our kiss to look down at my hand. "Oh, Jason! That feels sooooo good! I never knew my nipples could be so sore." She unbuttoned her blouse to the waist and then leaned in to lick my left ear. "Play with my nipples, baby!" she pleaded. She unhooked the front of the bra and it fell away from her tits. My hand found her hard little nipple and I listened to her gasp in my ear as I rolled the nub between my thumb and finger.

I growled happily in her ear. This was only the second time I'd touched a naked breast, and I loved it. "You feel wonderful," I whispered. "Feel me." Sue put her right hand on my left thigh and rubbed upward, feeling my leg. She made a little happy sound when her fingers slipped onto the head of my dick. She began to stroke my love muscle gently through my pants.

This was all new territory for me. This girl was as horny as me! She tried to unzip my fly and I relinquished her nipple for the moment it took to unfasten my belt and pants and unzip. I leaned down to suck on her nipple as her hand slipped into the fly of my boxers and captured my hard, drooling cock. Her breast was sweaty. The taste and smell were wonderful.

"Oh, that's good!" I moaned as she stroked me. I licked her lips and tongued her mouth. She moaned as my hand found her spitty nipple.

Sue pulled out of the kiss for a moment. "I'm so wet. Look!" I looked down. My eyes had adjusted to the moonlight. Her denim skirt had ridden up to expose her dark panties with their darker wet patch. I dropped my hand from her nipple down to her exposed panties, gently rubbing around her wet pussy. I could feel her rubbery vulva through the thin, wet fabric and I traced the line of her sex up and down.

"Yessssss!" she hissed. "Touch me!" Her hand on my dick squeezed and stroked firmly. My hips began to hump in her rhythm and she began to hump my hand. I put my free hand behind her neck and kissed her passionately as I blew my load into her milking hand. She shuttered to a climax and groaned in my mouth.

Sue extracted her hand from my boxers and tasted the cum. "This stuff tastes great," she grinned, "and it smells wonderful!" She cleaned her hand with her tongue.

We fastened up our clothes and sat talking, looking at the moonlit park. We kissed some and listened to the distant sound of the band in the gym. The effect of the Spike had worn off, but the glow of new sex was strong. We held hands and strolled back to the dance. I kissed her goodnight and she went back to the dance.

I walked over to Parker and his throng, who were hanging around his car. "Damn, Jason! I almost left without you! What took you so long?" His leering grin and punch in the shoulder made the question rhetorical.

I told him the story as he drove us home. I pulled out the tube of Spike as I got out of his car.

"You keep it!" he laughed. "Just remember to tell me the tales!"

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