Perverts 'R' Us

Spike 4 - The Librarian

By Propodal ( M/F, mc )

Challenge

"Ashley Thomas, eh? Nice work, buddy!" Parker looked really impressed. "I gotta tell you something, though. That stuff is more than just hair tonic."

"No shit?" I scoffed. "What is it really?"

"Well, it is hair tonic with a little something mixed in," admitted Parker. "It's easy to make, and, if you need more, I'm your man. I don't want to let you in on the secret, though. Just keep bringing me your 'clinical results'!"

"What about my balls?" I asked, "They're a lot bigger than they used to be, and my dick stays half-hard all the time!" I didn't want to add that I was jerking off twice as often, and spewing enormous loads of sperm. I also left out my episodes with my eleven-year-old sister, Cindy. That was way too kinky.

"Side effects," said Parker casually. "You'll probably notice other changes too. Don't let it worry you." Parker started off toward his house, but then turned back.

"Here's a challenge for you, kid. You know Miss Randolph, the new librarian?"

"Course I do. I'm one of the library helpers. She likes me!"

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I'll bet you can't find her hot spot. She lives right down my street, and never goes out or dates. She's probably a lez. Give her a try and I'll fix you another tube of Spike." Parker laughed as I walked off.

Susan Randolph was a quiet, delicate woman. A new graduate, she wore glasses and conservative clothes. Her mousy brown hair framed a cute face and her voice had the permanent hush of a career librarian. Like every woman I'd looked at for more than a minute, I had fantasized about having sex with Miss Randolph. Her slim body was always clad in Ivy-league clothes and she was a stern schoolteacher, but I had seen her smile and watch the hotter senior boys with a trace of lust.

I began to devise a plan.

I worked after school at the library every Tuesday and Thursday. Usually the two of us were the only people there. My job was to replace returned books and dust the collection. In order to conserve my supply of Spike, I placed a tiny smear in one nostril before I left the library, and then got close enough to Miss Randolph to smell her. Usually, I patted her arm in a friendly way before leaving. She always smiled and didn't seem to mind my pats. After a few weeks of no trace of a sex smell, I found myself wondering if she ever did have sexual needs. Maybe she was already too old!

Susan Randolph loved her new job. Most new graduates didn't land jobs as librarians in large schools. She had lucked out when the previous librarian ran off with the vice-principal right before the term began. The administration was in an uproar, and was happy to get a qualified library science graduate, even one without experience.

It was a lonely job, though. New in town, she hadn't really made friends with any of the teachers, who didn't consider her one of them. Administration people stayed out of the library. The kids were nice, and she'd been given a sweet assistant, Jason Miller. Most of the time, she was quite content with her life. Sometimes she just wished she had someone to hold her and make her feel good.

Susan was feeling that lonely feeling one Thursday as she found herself watching Jason moving around the shelves of the library. Though still a virgin, the librarian knew about her sexuality, and loved erotic literature. When her body needed it, she eagerly masturbated while reading pornography. As she watched the sophomore climbing the ladder and stretching to clean the top shelf, she knew she would need stuff soon. She ticked off the days: two weeks since her period and those horrible cramps. The worse they were, the more she'd want to masturbate when she ovulated. She smiled at her naughty thoughts about the kid. Cute buns!

I detected "the smell" from the other side of the service counter. I rolled the trolley up for the last of the books and saw Miss Randolph looking at me with a funny little smile. The sharp smell of her lust surprised me, but I smiled back. Bingo! Out of sight behind the stacks, I judiciously rubbed my pits and thin pubes with Spike. I walked around the counter to chat, like I always did when I was finished working.

I rested my hand on her shoulder like I usually did to give her a friendly pat of farewell.

"Boy, you feel kinda tense, Miss Randolph… Must be working too much!" I began a gentle stroking of her shoulders and back, feeling her muscles through her thin blouse. She smelled wonderful.

Susan leaned back, enjoying the touch and barely worried about her inappropriate acceptance of it. "Funny, I never noticed his smell before," she thought. The young man smelled like an animal. Clean, but with a strong, earthy quality. She leaned back to get closer.

She could barely keep herself from a happy moan, and began wishing she could touch him, too. No, that was way inappropriate. When he stopped rubbing, her panties were wet and she was panting lightly. She watched his butt as Jason walked away, saying goodbye. She licked her lips and wondered how the boy would look naked.

I turned back as if remembering something. She didn't miss my obvious erection pressing out the front of my pants. "By the way, Miss Randolph, I do odd jobs around the neighborhood to make extra cash. If you have anything you need help with, just let me know. Anything at all. We only live a couple of blocks apart!"

Susan barely heard Jason. For the first time in her life, she wanted a hard penis more than anything. Her eyes were riveted to the outline in his pants. He widened his stance to exaggerate the effect.

"OK, Jason. I'll keep you in mind!" she stammered, hoping she didn't sound like she really felt. The boy turned and left.

Within thirty minutes, we were each lying on our own beds naked, masturbating while fantasizing about the other.

The next day, I dropped by the library on some pretext to see if she had taken the bait.

"How are you today, Miss Randolph?" I greeted her cheerfully.

"Oh, Jason. I'm glad you're here. You know, I do have some yard work that I need someone to help with." She proceeded to arrange for me to stop by Saturday morning and work for the day. I told her I'd work for five dollars an hour, and she agreed happily.

I smiled to myself as I left the room. The trap was closing! I whistled all the way home.

Susan stopped on the way home to get a pedicure. It was the first time she'd ever wanted one. When she got home, she treated herself to a nice long bath, splashing water out when her dildo pushed her into a hard orgasm. In bed, she fell asleep with the butt plug still inserted in her horny rectum.

Homework

Since our first time with sex, my eleven-year-old sister Cindy had acted even more submissive around me. With my Spike'd sense of smell, I could tell that she wasn't in the needy part of her cycle, but, unlike other girls, she always smelled "almost" horny. Maybe her young body didn't have the definite patterns of older girls.

For whatever reason, she was always available for light sex play. Lately, she'd been teasing me, parading around the house in panties and a crop top when Mom wasn't there. She would walk near me, hoping I'd grope her or spank her butt. I only had to pull my shorts down to get her to blow me, even without Spike.

I needed sex from my sister tonight. My plans for Miss Randolph the next day were keeping me semi-hard and drooling continuously. I showered when I got home, used a small dose of Spike on my nose and ass, and then pulled on some track shorts and walked to her room.

Cindy was lying on her bed reading when I opened the door and walked in. She didn't seem to mind that I hadn't knocked, nor that she was only wearing panties and a T-shirt. She smiled at me and closed her book. I shut the door and latched it.

"Hey, Jason! How was your day?" The vision of my bare chest and outline of my balls in my shorts made her breath quicken. She sat up and spread her legs for me, pulling her panties tight against her pussy.

Cindy didn't know why, but she craved her brother's attention. She knew she was sexy, so she tried to tease him whenever she could. Just doing that made her happy. She masturbated long and hard after every time. It seemed that her pussy was constantly open and wet.

I flopped down on the bed behind her and began molding the muscles of her back.

"That's nice, Bro!" she purred. She glanced at the closed door when I pulled her shirt up, then obediently raised her arms so I could slip it off. I reached both hands around to feel her tits, pinching her nipples to painful hardness. Cindy moaned and dropped her hand to her lap to finger herself.

The smell of wet pussy wafted up, forcing me to close my eyes and breathe deeply. I pulled her hand from her pussy to my face, sniffing and licking the sweet nectar. I stood up and dropped my shorts. Cindy offered no resistance when I pulled her face to my hard cock, and began sucking it when it touched her lips. I held her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth.

The eleven-year-old was in heaven. She loved the feel of my cock in her mouth, its smell, and the strong way I made her suck me. A slight sense of disappointment struck her when she realized I'd washed away all of my groin sweat in the shower. My dick barely had a smell. She relaxed her throat and allowed it to slide all the way into her mouth, sniffing my sparse pubes. My heavy sack of balls swung lazily under my dick, and Cindy fondled them gently.

The tendrils of the scent from my ass drifted toward her nose as she moved to my scrotum. When she tentatively licked my sack, I pushed her back on the bed and turned to straddle her head, facing her feet. I fisted my wet cock and leaned my ass over the girl's face. The Spike I'd rubbed there drew her like a magnet. Soon I felt her delightful, long tongue slither into my anus. It was just what I wanted, and it felt wonderful. I stopped stroking to prolong the pleasure. When I leaned down to sniff Cindy's wet panties, the strong smell pulled my face to her crotch, where I nosed her hand away from her slit and pulled her panties down to lap her sloppy pussy.

So close to these strong smells, we quickly climbed to wrenching orgasms. Cindy came first, slamming her tiny body into my face, her mews muffled by my butt. Her clenching triggered me, and I shot my load onto her belly. She pushed me off as I sagged from the pleasure, and they lay head to foot trying to catch their breath.

Cindy still wanted more. When she caught her breath, she leaned over my prone figure and diligently licked my cock and nuts, eagerly removing the sweat and fuck juice.

"I love your smell, Jason!" she sobbed. "I can't get enough of it. And the nastier it is, the more I like it! Why is that?"

She wriggled up next to me and began licking the sweat from my armpit. I smiled, enjoying her mouth on me. My pits were fragrant, despite my recent shower. Sex always made them smelly. Cindy grunted with pleasure at the strong smell and taste, rooting for every bit.

We had drifted to sleep together, naked in her bed, when Mom called us to dinner. I jumped up to slip on my shorts as Cindy searched for her panties in the dimly lit room.

I pulled her into a hug, and kissed her bruised lips. "You're great, Sis!"

"I love you, Jason!" she whispered. She fingered her clit as she watched him leave her room. Later that night, after abusing herself for hours and achieving countless orgasms, she said the same thing to the ceiling as she dropped off to sleep in the wet spot on her sheets.

Hard Work

The next morning, Susan Randolph awoke with strong twinges of sexual energy between her legs and around her nipples. Nude in her bed, she began to finger herself, thinking happily about the sophomore boy who would be her worker today. Her left hand pulled on her nipple while the right one stroked her rubbery vulva and little clitoris. It always took her a long time to climax and she frequently used a butt plug to fill that needy hole. A glance at her alarm clock told her she wouldn't have time to finish. Jason would be here in an hour, and she needed to fix herself up and eat breakfast. Reluctantly, she rose from the bed to take her shower. She promised herself a long, luxurious session after the boy left.

In her bathroom, Susan looked at the naked woman in the mirror. Smallish, pointy breasts, thin arms and waist, skinny legs and long, thin feet. She kept her pubic hair trimmed and short. Turning her hips she glanced at her pale little butt. Her abused bunghole was red and slightly puckered, visible in her open butt crack. She slid a spitty finger into the little donut, and shuttered at how good it felt. She whined as she removed it and started the shower - no time for that now.

Back at the Miller house, I was the only one stirring as I ate breakfast. I could have stayed in bed longer, but I was too excited. I showered and dressed for the planned seduction: tight cutoff jeans and a mesh training jersey. With no underwear, the cutoffs were tattered to the point of indecency. I wore my favorite trainers to protect my feet while I worked. I grinned. If I worked!

My plan was simple. I would use a small amount of Spike in my pits, allowing the librarian to start getting hot. When I stopped working, I'd beg for a shower, and then do the full amount, pits, pubes, nuts, everything. Then I'd hang around until she had to have me. I grinned to myself. This was really going to happen!

I arrived early, and Susan answered the door barefooted, wearing a dressing gown. Her hair was still wet from her shower.

"Oh, sorry Jason. The time got away from me!" she said, standing behind the screen door. "I'll be out in just a minute. The mower's in the shed. Pull it out and I'll meet you back there." She gazed lustily at the youth. His torn shorts barely held his fat nuts out of view, and she could see the vertical outline of his cock straining against the fabric. Her horny pussy churned as she studied the boy.

I wiped a trickle of sweat from my forehead and nodded. "OK, Miss Randolph!"

When I lifted my arm, a whiff of Spike-treated pit blew into Susan's face. She clutched the doorknob as her body shivered and her legs trembled from the strongly stimulating effect. As the kid turned to trot off to the back yard, she watched his buns slide around in the shorts, admiring part of his ass crack through the slashes.

Walking quickly to her bedroom, the horny librarian cupped her bare pussy under her robe and rolled her swollen clit around. Juice coated her hand.

"I need his cock!" she thought to herself. She knew she was a late bloomer, and had just started having thoughts about penises. Her roommates in college had all needed boys regularly; she was happy to study and learn her course materials. Now, she had none of the skills they'd developed to get sex. She almost sobbed as she scanned her wardrobe - white shirts and brown skirts, navy blue jumpers, all conservative, nothing sexy.

Finally, she settled for a light cotton floral dress. She blushed as she checked out her look without a bra. It was sexy! Her modest breasts didn't push it out so much, but the thin fabric allowed her hard nipples to poke up points. Also, the front was low and loose enough that she could expose her tits without being too obvious. On an impulse, she skinned off her panties before slipping into sandals. Her new pedicure looked great!

She heard the mower cough as Jason tried to start it. She walked quickly toward the back door to begin his seduction.

I had revised my plan after seeing the librarian in her bathrobe. In the shed, I dropped my shorts to dose my groin and ass crack with Spike. She was so hot! From her pretty face down to her long, painted toes, she was a babe! The look in her eyes when my smell caught her told me she was going to need sex real soon. Wickedly, I shoved a Spike-coated finger up my ass. My cock struggled against me as I fastened my shorts up after applying the gel.

I pushed the lawnmower out of the shed and under a shade tree next to her wooden picnic table. After a season of idleness, the mower only coughed when I pulled the starter cord. Ten pulls later, I sat on the picnic table bench to rest, and pulled off my sweaty shirt to wipe my face. I spotted Miss Randolph coming through the back door with cans of Coke in her hands. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and I detected her hard nipples on the thin fabric of her dress right away. I leaned my arms back on the table and spread my legs to expose my crotch. My dick twitched as she got closer.

Susan felt her pulse quicken as she checked out Jason's fat balls and hard dick encased in his skimpy, threadbare cutoffs. The left side of his scrotum had slipped out through the loose leg hole, and she was sure he hadn't bothered with underpants. His bare chest, hairless and shiny with sweat looked magnificent! His tight brown nipples just begged for nibbling! Lusty thoughts surged through her brain.

She paused mid-stride as her hungry pussy clenched painfully, spraying a dab of pussy juice on her thigh. She felt the trickle running down her leg. Susan knew she needed to be fucked, and this young man was going to have to do it. She just couldn't wait any longer! Her body had revolted against her abstinence and was not to be denied. She continued toward the picnic table.

"Doesn't want to start, eh?" she said as calmly as she could. She squatted next to the machine and studied it dumbly, leaning forward to show me her naked tits in her gaping dress. I peered into her dress, loving her nice tits and hard pink nipples. I gave my horny dick a quick stroke, then nodded and took the offered can, popped the top and exchanged it with the unopened one. I popped the second can open and took a thirsty swig.

Susan stepped onto the bench and sat on the picnic table with her legs modestly together. She noticed the masculine scent, stronger now that he was sweating. She leaned closer to sniff the warm draft rising from his almost naked body. The smell was wonderful! Her body began to ache with heightened sexual need. To her swollen nipples, the fabric of her light dress felt like sandpaper. Her vagina was drooling freely, forming a puddle in her dress. Even her asshole twitched eagerly. Susan slipped off her sandals and curled her toes against the wooden bench. She began to pant uncontrollably. She moved closer to the boy and reached out to fondle the muscles of his shoulder.

I was close to coming in my shorts when I felt her hand on me. The heavy, super-sexual scent of her cunt had flooded the air around us, and was melting my brain. I turned to look at her, but was stunned by the vision of her wet pussy framed by her legs and the thin cotton dress. She had moved around and spread so that her sex was presented to me completely open.

Susan gasped when saw my face and focus, but closing her legs simply doused me with a saturated gust of wet pussy smell. With an inhuman growl, I stood, pulled her hips toward me and lifted her dress to lick and smell her pussy. As my tongue and lips found her wet cunt, she groaned happily and hissed "Yes! Oh God, yes, please!" As though she had asked for it, I slid a wet finger right up her ass and began stroking her mossy rectum. In moments she had her first orgasm, drenching my face with her juice.

When I stood back to pull off my shorts, Susan climbed down from the table and knelt on the soft grass in front of me. "I want it!" she begged. "Please, I need to taste you!"

"Take off your dress, ma'am," I told her. Susan unbuttoned the front and lifted the dress over her head, throwing it on the ground next to her. The librarian was now completely naked. I admired her small, tight tits and flat belly. Her thin body trembled with passion. She grabbed my hips and began licking my dripping cock. Soon she was sucking it deep into her throat. Thin and modest, it fit nicely in her mouth. I held her head and began fucking her face.

Susan was almost unconscious. Her pussy was pulsing as she sucked me and sniffed my musky pubis. "What a great smell!" she thought. "No wonder girls do this so much!" She reached back to finger her anus. She touched my pucker with the hand holding my ass. That got a happy sound, and she slid her index finger into my sweaty hole. When she blundered into my fat prostate, I jerked like a marionette, spraying new juice into her mouth. Worried that I might ejaculate in her mouth and not fuck her, Susan pulled off my dick and turned her bare ass to me.

"Please, put it in me!" she whined. "I really need it!" I knelt behind the thin girl and pressed the wet heat of my hard dick against her pussy lips. She bent low and arched to press against me. The hot wetness felt so good that I drove himself fully into her, slamming my nuts into her fat clit, my tip nudging her cervix. The little librarian was tight, but years of dildo masturbation had prepared her for my phallus. When it tapped her engorged cervix, she lunged backward, reflexively trying to breed with me.

The small intellectual part of Susan's brain that was observing her was amazed at her sluttish behavior. She was freely offering herself to this young student, apparently trying to get me to impregnate her, in broad daylight under the tree in her back yard! Instead of conversation, she was reduced to animal noises and rude rutting movements as she squirmed to get more of my penis into her vagina.

The animal part of the librarian's brain was joyous with the pleasure of getting fucked. The hard dick was smashing her cervix, heavy nuts were slamming against her protuberant clit, and she was held her in a tight embrace, forcing her to submit. The musky fuck-smell completed her sexual fantasy. Her belly and cunt thrashed with orgasms, one after another, each better than the last.

I stroked her faster, approaching my ejaculation. Finally, I plunging in as deeply as I could and holding her tightly, I injected a huge load directly into her womb. Susan came so hard that she pissed out the contents of her bladder on the grass.

I slid out of her frothy cunt and rolled onto my back in the grass. Without my embrace, Susan slid weakly onto her belly, lying in the grass she'd just wet. We both stayed still for a long rest while we tried to breathe normally.

Susan looked at me laying next to her on my back, my magical cock now a limp noodle atop my massive balls. She knew she wanted it again, and wondered how long I'd need to get hard. The animal smell of teenage boy body drifted across to her. She responded by moving her face to my crotch. It smelled so good. She bent down and licked my passive organ, sniffing the smell of our fuck, and my heady teen sweat.

I smiled as I felt her tongue lapping at my dick. I rolled toward her and opened my legs. My nuts, which had lately grown from acorn to chicken egg size, slid back toward my ass.

"Please, lick my balls! They're so sensitive!" The librarian began tonguing my fuzzy balls, licking the seam between them and the crease of my groin. The smell of my sweat was strong there, and she began to grunt as her passion soared. Like a homing pigeon, she pulled my leg up so she could get to my ass, shamelessly lapping the tight pucker, then drilling it with her tongue and nibbling with her lips. Boy ass! It was too good! She couldn't get enough. She wet her finger and slipped it into my butt. The smell and taste of the Spike combined with my ass juice was just too strong. Frantically, she tried to pull my asshole open further, tried to push her face into it.

I grabbed her pony tail, and jerked her around to my face. I slipped a finger up my ass and waved it in the girls face. Like a puppy with a treat, she tried to mouth my dirty finger. I pushed it up to her nose and she began snorting the strong smell like a coke addict. I slid my finger into her ass next to her own, rolling her over onto her knees, then pulled her ass up and licked around their fingers.

"Yessssss," she hissed. "Put it in my anus! Please! I love stuff there!" She pulled her skinny cheeks apart with both hands, exposing the open donut of her asshole in her shallow ass crack. I nudged my slick dick to the hole, and pressed it forward. I entered the librarian fairly easily. She grunted happily and pissed on the ground again.

Susan's brain was clouded with her need to rut. The boy's cock slithering into her rectum felt so good she couldn't stop rolling her hips to slam him, forcing harder, faster strokes. Her gut churned and clenched at the intruder, improving the feelings for them both. Laying her head on the ground, she reached between her legs to fondle her fat, red clitoris, triggering a breathtaking avalanche of orgasms. The small woman sobbed with need as her hungry ass nipped at the invading teenage shaft.

I had thought I could last much longer, but the librarian's climax caused her to begin twitching like an electrocuted weasel. I lost control and plunged my dick fully into her skinny ass, holding her chest in a death grip as I blasted another huge load of fuck into her writhing rectum, slamming her into the ground. Her dainty frame bucked like a mousetrap, and she squealed with elation. I felt her sag as she collapsed in a swoon.

Sapped from my two huge comes, I slipped from the woman's ass and rolled onto my back, staring at the blue sky. I soon passed out just as she had.

When I awoke, the librarian and her clothes were gone. Scrambling into my clothes, I loped to her back door and tapped. Susan would not open the locked door, and apologized for her lewd behavior. "Please, just go home, Jason. I'll talk with you on Monday." I could tell she'd been crying. Too tired to argue or try for more, I turned to leave.

Monday, Monday

Our talk on Monday was awkward. I had lightly dosed my nose, and could sense that the librarian's need had passed. She relaxed markedly when I accepted her vague explanation of strange sexual need, and when it was apparent that I was not traumatized nor inclined to report her.

She brushed my comforting hand from her shoulder. "Really, Jason, we need to go back to a student-teacher relationship. No touching, no contact outside of school. We can't risk any appearance of special feelings."

I nodded numbly. "We'll see!" I thought as I turned to leave. Her cycle was recorded in my notebook.

I was learning the more subtle aspects of feminine hormones from living with Cindy. She continued to indulge me, but produced a dull, vinegar-like smell as her period approached. I found that this also damped my interest in sex with her, and I satisfied my increasing horniness masturbating in my room. Usually, I fantasized about Miss Randolph, imagining her trim body writhing under me. The more I did this, the more I seemed to need it. The volume of my semen had become so great that I often felt like I was pissing, and beat off in my shower so that cleanup would be easier. The feeling of squirting these huge volumes was enormously pleasurable, expanding the best part of cumming.

Susan fretted until her period finally came, scared that our sex would have made her pregnant, and hating to think about those consequences. Her relief was marred by the extreme cramps that accompanied her flow. She was forced to leave work on a Thursday morning and lie in bed for the weekend wracked by horrible cramping and copious bleeding. She felt like it was terrible punishment for her sexual use of her student helper. When she finally visited her gynecologist, the doctor prescribed birth control pills to help control her period. Susan knew that she would not have sex any time soon, but was glad to start the pills to avoid another period like this one.

I was trying to monitor the librarian's cycle, sniffing her whenever I could. She no longer allowed me near enough to rub her arm or touch her, but I sensed the strong smell of her period when she returned to work on Monday. Her scent was such a turn off that Susan began to wonder why I stayed so far from her that we had to talk louder to hear each other. She guessed that I was afraid of her.

She caught me in the storage room with Ashley Thomas. She could sense the disgusting scent of teenage rut before she entered the darkened room. When she flipped on the lights, Ashley was kneeling topless on the floor, slurping on my hard dick while she fingered my wet asshole. She tried to get up when the lights came on, but I confidently held her head and continued fucking her mouth.

"I'll be out in a minute, Ma'am," I panted. Susan watched our lewd act for a moment before turning on her heels and returning to her office. Ashley was fully clothed when she darted out of the library without looking at the librarian. I sauntered out shortly, smiling as I waved at Susan, and moved to leave for the day.

Susan jumped up to intercept me.

"Jason, that is totally unacceptable!" she said levelly. "You have a key to that storage room because of your job. I don't expect you to use it for… for assignations! One more time, and I'll have to let you go. Do you understand me?"

I looked carefully at the tiny woman, sniffing to smell her anger and the metallic scent of her non-sexual feelings. I couldn't tell if she was jealous, or just playing her teacher role. The submissive, needy sex kitten was totally absent.

"Sorry, Miss Randolph," I muttered. "I just, you know, got carried away…"

Susan's eyes narrowed as she detected my implication. She turned and stomped off back to her office. I watched her skinny ass bat her skirt from side to side. "Soon!" I thought to himself. I grinned as I left the room.

Susan's hormones continued on their cycle. The next week, she found herself making excuses to talk to me, to stand nearer to me. I stood closer to her, too. Her scent was beginning to become attractive to me, just like mine was to her. Her submissiveness and sexual need began to erode her self-control, and her control of student assistant. She started wearing panty shields to absorb the wetness that seeped from her pussy when she was around him. She masturbated for long sessions every night, and began doing quickies in the ladies room during the day. She now wore a butt plug to work, starting with a small one, but moving quickly to the largest one of the collection she'd bought on the Internet.

She was watching all the male students, imagining their cocks and how good they'd feel. I was special, though. Whenever I was around, she squirmed on her butt plug and juiced her panty shield. She watched me compulsively, ignoring her work when I was in the library.

I sensed the change in her attitude and began to press my advantage. Stepping behind her as she stood on a stool I ran my hand up her stocking-covered leg and stroked the inside of her thigh. The librarian froze, grabbing the shelf as her body skyrocketed into sexual overdrive. She came hard when my hand grazed her pantied mound, almost falling from the stool.

"Oops, sorry Miss Randolph! Guess I slipped there." I grinned at her as I sniffed the wonderful smell coming from the wet spot on my hand. She looked at me like a frightened animal, knowing I could do whatever I wanted as her body churned inside with burning lust.

"Jason! Please, don't!" she whimpered.

I lifted her gently off of the stool and set her down on the floor next to me. I cradled her head in my chest, careful to get her face near my Spike-treated sweaty armpit. I held her firmly when she tried to pull away, feeling her will drain away as I forced her to inhale the fumes. I snorted her strong smell of sexual eagerness. As she became submissive, I grew more powerful and needed to manipulate her. I pulled her skirt up over her ass and tried to reach into her panties. Her pantyhose were too tight, so I rubbed her covered butt.

"You shouldn't wear so much underwear!" I murmured. Susan was glad I hadn't discovered the base of the large butt plug, but she liked getting her ass touched.

Then I let her go. "See you tomorrow!" I said, smiling at the uncomprehending look on her face. "I'll drop by your office after school."

The horny girl watched my buns as I walked away. A sob formed in her throat as her sexual hunger gripped her body. Tomorrow? She needed stuff right now! Lots of stuff! The little librarian collapsed in a nearby chair, and pulled her leg up to get to her panty crotch. Rubbing briskly, she was quickly riding the crest of another orgasm. As she sprawled in her post-orgasmic stupor, she stared at the ceiling and wondered what she could do. She now knew that she could not control her sexual appetite around me, a fourteen-year-old kid!

Sister Time

I smiled as I pictured the horny look on Miss Randolph's face when I left her in the library. I felt a surge of power at having enough strength to resist the strong smell of her intense need. As I biked home, I hoped Cindy would be there. The librarian had left me in a rutting mood.

Cindy was home and had a girlfriend visiting when I got there. Angela was in Cindy's class, and they had just become good friends. Cindy had told me that Angela liked sex play, too. She was Cindy's age, but more mature physically. She was also more sophisticated in her play. Her babysitter had been making her come for two years now. She liked girls, but didn't know much about boys. The two had already been fooling around, kissing and nipple pulling, and wore only long T-shirts over their panties. When I poked my head into Cindy's room, I could smell the new girl right away; she was very 'ready'. Angela squealed and pulled her shirt down at the sight of Cindy's older brother. Cindy smiled and spread her legs to show me the wet spot and cleft in her panties.

I bent down and kissed my sister, stroking her hard nipple through her thin shirt. I was sweaty from the bike ride home, and my Spike-laden smell filled the room.

Angela watched from two feet away as the hunky older boy sucked his sister's face and rubbed her body. He smelled nasty, but it was a good nasty! She felt a surge of strong attraction as I straightened up and pulled off my jersey.

"Say hello to Angela!" said Cindy, breathing hard. "You remember her!"

The young girl smiled sweetly, and I wrapped her in a friendly hug, pulling her against my bare chest. Like the librarian, she struggled when I held her longer, but I positioned her face close to the source of my smell and she inhaled it deeply, then more eagerly. I released my hold on her, and she licked her way to my armpit, and then rooted around, licking up the stinky sweat she found there. I cupped her full butt and slipped my hand into her panties. Her crack was damp and her little anus had been lubricated. She whimpered and spread when I touched it.

I pulled her onto my nipple, where she sucked happily while Cindy crawled behind her friend to slip her panties off. She watched me slip a finger slowly up Angela's butt. That made her groan deeply and begin to finger her cunt.

"She likes that, Jas. She told me her friend can put her whole hand in there!" My sister was excited, slipping her own panties off. I lifted up my feet to help Cindy remove my shorts, and then pressed her unresisting mouth onto my steely cock. She grunted happily as I fucked her face, happy to be so close to her brother's exciting smells.

I pulled Angela off my nipple and looked at her. Her eyes were blank, her nostrils dilated and wet and she licked her lips mindlessly. She lifted her arms when I pulled her shirt up, letting me remove it. Angela had nice little tit cones, topped with fat, erect, sore-looking nipples. I sucked one into my mouth, making her moan loudly with intense pleasure. A few moments of suckling had her little cunt twitching as she came hard.

I moved the submissive girl into a prone position on the bed. Her hairless twat lay open like a pink orchid with sweet nectar dripping from its center. I bent to lap at the beautiful gash, pressing the girl's thin legs up and out to bury my lips and nose. With my newfound sense of appreciation of pussy smells, I had discovered that each one smelled slightly different and irresistibly wonderful. Angela's cunt reminded me of spring showers. I tried to consume all of her aroma.

Cindy moved behind me and began eagerly sniffing around my asshole. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, she spread me and pressed her lips onto my smelly hole. Soon she was happily lapping my shit hole, sinking deeper into her sexual stupor as she absorbed the Spike and snorted her brother's smell.

Inhaling Angela's essence was driving me to a sexual frenzy, as was Cindy's strong tongue piercing my asshole. My dick twitched with the need to breed this girl who so obviously craved fucking, humping my face and mewing pitifully. I moved over her and lined my dick up with her slippery vulva. I held her tightly as I began to slowly penetrate her virgin hole. She groaned deeply, twitching as I sliced her hymen, embedding myself fully. My sister pushed two fingers up my ass, and I began to jackhammer her girlfriend. The new girl squealed and humped me hard when Cindy added two of the fingers of her free hand to her anus. My sister could feel my dick slithering into her friends fuck tube.

Cindy skillfully bent to lap the frothy blood from my dick, keeping it off of her bed. Angela began to hump hard against the invading cock, groaning and squeaking in her mindless joy. Her tight pussy squeezed my dick like a gloved hand, and gripped me hard when I tapped the end of her small vagina. Soon she was coming in strings of hard orgasms, howling like a banshee. I crushed her face to my chest and flexed deep into her pussy to inject her with my massive load of spunk. Cindy wiggled her fingers in my ass as my fat prostate thumped out its thick load.

I rolled off of the blanked-out little girl, nearly fainting myself from the intense orgasm. Cindy pounced on my slimy cock, licking the fuck juice and blood from it while enjoying the delightful scents. She had a passion for her brother's semen, and was just finishing her cleaning work when she spotted a glob of it leaking from Angela's wide-open pussy.

Without another thought, she moved between the girl's legs and began lapping her cunt. my smell was strong there, too, and she began to lose herself in the intoxication of it, not minding when Angela pressed on her head to move her face lower as she rolled her knees back. She grunted like an animal and moved both hands to pull and pinch her own nipples, stretching the cones of her tits from her chest.

Cindy licked her friend's butt eagerly, using her tongue the way she knew I loved it. When she began to twitch with her anal orgasm, Cindy jammed two fingers up the mouth-like hole and sucked on the girl's clit and pee-hole. Angela shrieked, and began to come hard, leaking urine into Cindy's hungry mouth. It tasted so good that Cindy formed a suction on the twitching girl's urethra and tickled it with her tongue until Angela released her full flow for her to drink.

I watched my piss-drinking sister in astonishment. In the last few months, she had become a freaky, kinky pervert. I was resisting the urge to fuck her, but I knew I would do it soon. When Angela finished pissing, I pulled Cindy up to kiss her, wanting to taste the girl pee. As I knew it would, it tasted wonderful with my enhanced sense of smell. I licked her mouth, then gently forced her face down to my groin. She sucked the head of my growing dick.

"Drink mine, Sis!" I ordered, holding her in place as I released my bladder. She moaned with pleasure and swallowed rapidly to consume all of my piss. By the time I was done, my hard dick needed another face fuck. Cindy was happy to swallow another load of my tasty fuck snot.

Time of the Month

Meanwhile, Susan had an evening of masturbation. She ate no dinner, and fell asleep exhausted with a dildo in her pussy, and a string of beads filling her asshole. For the first time, she attached clothespins to her nipples, reveling in the added stimulation. She dreamed of getting fucked by Jason. She awoke with a pillow trapped tightly between her thighs pressing the dildo firmly against her cervix. The pillowcase was soaked with pussy juice and a wide wet spot adorned the sheet.

Susan was certain she had never been this horny in her life. Her vulva was puffy and tender, as were her nipples and asshole. She showered and dressed for work, skipping the troublesome panty hose and putting a panty shield in the skimpiest bikini panties she owned. Her asshole was so needy that she couldn't resist slipping in the small butt plug to keep it happy. She wore a lacy camisole over her tender little breasts, avoiding the roughness of a bra. With a silky blouse and skirt, she looked casual, but proper.

I was afraid the school day would last forever. Finally, the last period ended and I slipped into a bathroom stall to get myself 'Spiked'. My last class was P.E., and I avoided taking a shower, knowing that a bit of nasty sweaty odor would enhance the effect of the tonic.

"Come in!" said a timid voice when I knocked on Miss Randolph's office door. I was not sure if this was a good idea until I opened the door and smelled her wonderful, sexy smell. The young librarian sat demurely on the leather office couch, thumbing through a catalog. "Oh, hi Jason!" she said, trying to sound normal. Her voice shook with her anticipation.

The tendrils of her seething need and submissive feelings assailed my nose. My mind responded with a strong dominant feeling, very different from our ordinary roles. I felt strong and masterful.

I closed the door and locked it. Looking at the meek librarian in the corner of the couch, I suddenly realized I wanted her to beg me for sex, wanted to dominate her completely. Her deep need was obvious from the smell that permeated the room, and I knew she would do anything to get my dick. I felt it harden in my pants from that knowledge.

I sat down close to her on the couch, rubbing her leg in a friendly way. "How was your day?"

The smell of sweaty teenage horniness washed over Susan, heightening her already feverish libido. She stood and slid her skirt off. Sitting down again, she slipped off her loafers and turned toward the boy on the couch. Unbuttoning her silk blouse, she shed it, now wearing only her thin camisole and bikini panties. She leaned back on the armrest, spreading her legs at me and resting her bare feet on my leg.

"God, she looks hot!" I thought to himself. I unzipped my fly and stood to drop my pants. My naked cock stood proud and hard. I took the librarian's hand and pulled her face toward my drooling tool.

"Give me a little suck, Baby!" I ordered. I pulled her cute face to my smelly groin, and she began to lick my balls. Soon she had my hot dick in her mouth, happily enjoying the stimulation of sniffing me while she sucked. She groaned and frigged herself when I reached into her camisole to roughly pinch her nipple. That was enough to drive me over the top, and I unloaded my nuts into her sucking mouth. She swallowed my cum, and looked distinctly disappointed when my cock began to soften in her mouth.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I'll be ready again real soon!"

Her smell of need and weakness and of submissive yearning engendered in me an unfamiliar feeling of cruelty. I stood, kicked off my shoes and slipped the leather belt from my pants on the floor. I sat bare-assed on the leather couch and pulled the young librarian onto my lap. I pressed her face into my smelly armpit, which she snorted like it was intoxicating perfume. She briefly struggled as her consciousness faded into a fog of sexual lust, but I held her firmly in place. When she began to lick the wispy hairs in my armpit and make happy mewing sounds, I released her.

My hardening cock nudged her belly as I pressed down on the small of her back. With no comment, I folded the belt in my right hand, and began to whip her skinny ass, exposed by her tiny bikini panties.

Susan's screams filled the room, but its excellent soundproofing kept them from even the deserted library. Her ass burned like a hot frying pan, and she feebly tried to escape her tormentor. I held her easily and watched her begin to accept the pain. My dick was rock-hard, pressing against her stomach. Her anguished sweat smelled of pain and fear was stronger than the sexual scent from her pussy.

Susan never had anyone even spank her since she was ten. The belt hurt her ass terribly, but being held by a boy, feeling his cock hard against her body, and knowing that he could do whatever he wanted gave her a deep, satisfied feeling, flooding her brain with sexual fire. The spreading pain began to feel like a big, hot, wet tongue, lapping her ass. She arched up to spread her ass, happy when I began to rain blows on her more sensitive crack. Her squeals of pain turned to sobs of happiness when she started cumming. She helped me pull off her panties, and spread wide and whined with frustration when I paused in my labor. I watched, fascinated and aroused, as the greasy butt plug slithered out of her asshole and dropped to the floor.

I sucked the strong smell of her pain-lust deep into my lungs. The sharp, metallic sense of it made me feel stronger, harder. My cock was like an angry steel spike. My nuts hung heavy and menacing on the leather cushion. Passion-filled sweat drenched the air with a powerful, male essence. The woman across my legs looked imploringly into my face, eyes wide, tear-streaked cheeks, mouth open, quivering. She humped her bare ass in the air, trying to make me hurt her more.

Susan's need was strong. "More!" she sobbed. "Do more!"

Her sex was open and juicing. Her vaginal tube clenched convulsively, still playing out her last orgasm. Her puckered, empty asshole twitched wetly, and she realized that she needed it there- the feeling of pain and penetration could be combined! She reached back to hold her ass open wider.

Susan saw a red haze when the swish of the belt ended with a perfect strike on her open rosebud. She shrieked with bewilderment while her pussy and rectum convulsed with wrenching spasms, driving the breath from her. The saturated atmosphere of horny teen sweat transformed the sharp clenching pain into a crushing orgasm.

When a second blow slammed into her congested vulva and clit, she jerked and screamed, then passed out, draped across my lap like a wet towel. I rolled her over to lie on the couch, but as I straightened her body, the sexy smell of her drew my face to her red, swollen cunt. Soon I was lapping her juices and saturating my brain with her needy smell. I climbed over her and easily slid my hard cock into her wet pussy. Like Sleeping Beauty, the librarian's eyes fluttered open as I dicked her, and she gratefully wrapped her arms and legs around my wiry body. She started jerking like a marionette when my dickhead battered her sensitive, bloated cervix. Satisfied, grunting noises filled the room as her little body got what it had so badly needed.

The attraction of our mutual smells was much stronger than her thin limbs holding me, and we fucked locked in that invisible bondage. Susan was climbing to a huge orgasm, popping off smaller tremors as she rose. I could feel a massive new load of scum ready to burst from my cock. When her pussy began nibbling the head, I lost all control and jammed it as far as I could into her slippery body, then pumped a huge slug of hot fuck into her. She whimpered and clutched me tightly as my hose continued to unload my swollen nuts into her hungry cunt. She curled into a ball and continued to twitch after I slipped out of her. Fuck juice puddled on the leather cushion under her.

New Smells

"Pain, eh? Already? I guess I should have suspected that might happen. Pain's a strong smell thing too, as is fear. I'd changed the formula, slightly, so you'd detect it easier. Figured that librarian might like a spanking!"

"Soon you'll know when they want you to hurt them first. Or control them. And you'll want to!"

Parker gave me a new tube of Spike.

"By the way, this one works with guys, too. Watch yourself!" He laughed as he strode off.

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