Aphrodisiac


“Clifford, wait up.”

Cliff spun around to see Tracy running towards him down the deserted hallway. He loved the way her hair flew out behind her as she ran. Almost as much as he loved watching her breasts bounce in her school blouse. He could sit and watch that for hours.

“Hi, Tracy.” Cliff looked around to see if anyone was watching. Tracy and her twin sister Stacy had introduced Cliff to sex just the other day but since then they had practically ignored him at school (see Twins 1 – shameless plug --). He guessed that hanging out with the school nerd would affect their popularity. He didn't really care too much, as long as he got to screw them again. But here was Tracy calling out his name in the middle of school. Ok it was between classes and there was no one in sight but someone could turn up at any second. Maybe Tracy had decided that she didn't care who knew about her and Cliff. Maybe she wanted people too see. Maybe she was in love with Clifford. He smiled at her as she approached.

“What can I do 3;.” He was cut off in mid sentence as he was dragged into a nearby janitor's closet.

“Jesus, Clifford, keep it down will you? Someone might see me talking to you.”

Clifford sighed as his dreams blew away in a puff of reality. Oh well, it was to be expected he thought.

“Okay,” he said in a whisper, “what can I do for you?”

“Well it's about me and Stacy. We kind of got into a dare thing again.”

Clifford nodded. He remembered that the time he screwed the twins started out as a dare to get him to wank in front of Stacy. That quickly changed when they caught sight of his monster dick.

“What's the dare this time?” he asked.

“Well you know the party that's on Friday night?”

“Yes.”

Everyone knew about the party at Janet's house. Her parents where away for the weekend and she was holding a celebration party with all her friends. All the cool people would be there. Tracy and Stacy would be there, they where the coolest girls in school. Clifford though, was definitely not invited.

“Well there is probably going to be some serious screwing going on,” said Tracy. “There always is at these types of parties. Stacy dared me to get Janet laid.”

“Well jeez that shouldn't be to hard. I've heard she likes to fuck, and that she's bi. So what's the problem?

“The problem is who she is supposed to screw. No it's not you so you can take that smile off your face. We want to keep that dick of yours to ourselves.” She gave him a lustful smile that had Cliff's blood rushing to the lower regions of his body.

“So who is it then?”

“Willy.”

“Willy?” Cliff had to bite his lip to keep from bursting into hysterical laughter. Willy had to be pushing 300 pounds. They didn't call him Free Willy for nothing. He shuddered at the thought of him on top of Janet. Willy also had a personal freshness problem. To be blunt, Willy stunk. Every school has one person that is right at the bottom of the food chain. Willy was the plankton of Piedmont High.

“You're screwed, Tracy. You'll never get Janet to fuck Willy. Not even if you got her plied her full of alcohol. No one could be that drunk and live.”

“There is no way I am going to be Stacy's slave for life. Besides, I have a plan. And that's where you come in.” She gave Clifford a wink that had his pants straining at the seams.

“Oh? And what plan is that?”

“An aphrodisiac. I found this formula in an old textbook for something called Spanish Fly. I need your help with this, Clifford. You know all about chemistry and stuff.”

“I've heard of Spanish Fly. But it's supposed to be a myth. I doubt it will work but there is no harm in trying it I guess. Do you have the book with you?”

“Yes it's in my bag. Hold on I'll get it out.” Tracy squatted down and rummaged through her bag.

The room was cramped with the two of them in there so she was literally at Cliff's feet. He could see down her blouse and the swell of her breasts within. Her face was right in front of his fly and Cliff could feel her breath on his cock. If this kept up he was in serious danger of shooting in his pants. He tried to move back a bit but a shelf of cleaning products stopped him.

Tracy was quite aware of Clifford's discomfort. She liked to tease him like this, and it helped to keep control over him. He would do anything for her if he thought she would fuck him. It wasn't all tease though. She was dying for a repeat of the other day. Only this time it would be just her and Cliff. She was getting wet at the thought of having his huge cock pound into her tiny puss. She was trying really hard to remain focused on the job at hand. She found the book and slowly stood up again, making sure to rub her body against Clifford's as she did.

“Here you go, Clifford. Why are you sweating?”

“Umm I guess it's a bit warm in here. Shared body heat and all. Here, let me see that.” He took the book from Tracy and opened it too the place she had marked with piece of paper. He felt Tracy's hand wander over the material covering his cock.

“It doesn't look like this will be too hard to do. I can get all these chemicals from the chemistry lab. I have the keys so I can stay back late after school tomorrow and whip up a batch. But we will have to find a way of testing it first. We need some subjects that have no physical interest in each other, just to make sure it works. Umm, Tracy why are you unzipping my fly?”

“Well I don't know about you but my next class doesn't start for another thirty minutes. So what do you say, Cliff? Wanna fuck?”

It was a stupid question really.

***

After school the next day Clifford was in the lab reading the book while he combined chemicals. It was hard to concentrate on the job at hand. His mind kept flashing back to yesterday in the janitor's closet. He closed his eyes and replayed the events in his head.

Tracy had taken his cock out and was stroking it as he unbuttoned her blouse. She put her arms around his neck and asked him to lift her up. Cliff slid his hands under her skirt and was surprised to discover she was not wearing any panties. He smiled and squeezed her firm young arse. With a quick movement he lifted her up so she could wrap her long legs around him.

He smiled as he remembered that silky feeling of sliding into her tight pussy. It was a quick fuck, but a satisfying one. Tracy had moaned his name as she climaxed which was all the encouragement Cliff needed for his own orgasm. Then they cleaned themselves up and went back to class.

And now he was alone in this lab mixing together a concoction that he wasn't entirely sure would work. But Tracy had wanted him to do it so he did it. It was that simple. At least there was nothing in it that was poisonous. He added on last ingredient and sat back to watch it foam in the beaker.

“There, it's done,” he said to no one in particular. He wondered who they where going to test it on. Tracy had told him not to worry about it because she had it all worked out. He heard the door open behind him.

“Tracy?”

“No it's Stacy. Tracy got detention for skipping class. You didn't have anything to do with that did you, Cliffy?” She draped her arms around his neck and looked over his shoulder at the concoction in front of him. “Is it ready?”

“Yeah it's finished. But it has to be tested. Tracy said she had someone but now she's not here.”

“Don't worry, Cliffy, she told me all about it.” She pulled out an empty coke bottle from her school bag and handed it to Cliff. “Here, pour it into here and grab your stuff. We have to hurry before they go home.”

“Before who goes home? Who are we going to try this on?”

“Don't worry about that, just fill that bottle and come on.”

Clifford carefully poured the brown liquid into the coke bottle and screwed the cap on. He was about to ask Stacy again who they were going to test it on but before he could utter a word she grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room.

***

They made their way down the halls to the office of the student newspaper. Clifford opened his mouth to speak but Stacy shushed him. They peeked in through the small glass window set into the door to see if anyone was about. Inside were Kerry Anne and Ian Dury, talking and sipping coffee. They were both editors for the paper and had a reputation for being elitist. Clifford had been the bane of their sarcastic jokes more than once and Stacy had often been lampooned in their paper along with her sister. To her this was a punishment long overdue.

“How much of this stuff do we need to use, Cliffy?” She held up the brew and waggled it in Clifford's face.

“Only a few drops, it's very potent.”

“Okay, you create a distraction out here and I will slip it into their coffee.” She opened the door and walked into the room. Kerry and Ian looked up at the new arrival as she sauntered in.

“Oh look, it's miss teen slut 1999. Who are we sleeping with this week?” Kerry's sarcasm dripped from her tongue like poison.

“Well isn't that nice? I just came in here to offer my help on your little rag and this is the greeting I get.”

Clifford watched Stacy exchange glares with Kerry then turned his attention to the hall. What could he do to create a distraction? A fire alarm would be no good, they wanted Kerry and Ian to stay long enough to drink the coffee, not run from the building. He turned to walk down the hall and look for something better when his feet got tangled up in Stacy's bag. He reached out to grab something to keep himself from falling but only managed to pull down a nearby locker with him as he fell. The crash of the falling locker reverberated through the empty halls. He rolled over onto his back to see Kerry and Ian standing in the empty doorway. Cliff noticed that Ian had a camera in his hand just as he started taking photos of Clifford's predicament.

“Thanks, Cliff. Now we have a picture for next issue's front page.” Ian gave a cruel grin that made Clifford cringe. Then he noticed Stacy appear behind them and smiled as she gave him the thumbs up.

“Pick up this mess, Clifford,” said Kerry in her most condescending tone. “We have a paper to print so do it quietly.” And with that they disappeared back into the room, closing the door behind them. Stacy and Clifford where left alone in the hallway.

“Did you spike their coffee?” asked Clifford as he picked up the fallen locker.

“Yup. Put in half a bottle.”

“Half a bottle? I told you that stuff was powerful. You only need a few drops.”

“Well they insulted me,” pouted Stacy.

“Jesus, they'll probably kill each other.”

They peeked in through the window again to see what was happening. Kerry and Ian where talking again, to low for Stacy and Clifford to here what they where saying. While they spoke they took sips of coffee from their cup. Clifford noticed that Kerry seemed to be a little flushed.

Stacy noticed the bulge slowly swelling in Ian's pants.

“Holy shit, that stuff actually works,” said Clifford. “Hang on a second, I have an idea. Be right back.” And with that he raced down the hall and disappeared around the corner.

Stacy watched him run off and wondered where he was going. She turned back to the window and saw that Ian was unconsciously rubbing himself through his pants. Kerry had one hand inside her blouse and was gently pinching her nipple. Stacy was amazed that they where still talking normally as they did these things. It was as if they had not noticed what either of them was doing. She suddenly became aware of a presence beside her. She looked over to see Clifford setting up a video camera on a tripod.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I'm doing? Don't tell me the idea of blackmail offends you.”

“Clifford, you surprise me. I had no idea you had it in you.”

“I would rather have it in you,” mumbled Clifford under his breath. Stacy heard what he said but chose to ignore it, for now. She was surprised that Clifford had thought of taping this so they could blackmail them afterwards. But the idea definitely appealed to her. She thought that if Clifford were a bit less nerdish she wouldn't mind hanging out with him. She decided to talk to Tracy about it later. Maybe they could fix him up a bit. Make him more appealing for mass consumption. She turned back to the window to watch the festivities. She was shocked to see that Kerry and Ian were now practically naked but still talking as if nothing unusual was happening.

“What's wrong with them, Cliffy? Why are they acting like that?”

“I don't know. Maybe they just don't want to accept that they are horny for each other. It won't last though. With the amount that you gave them it will only be a matter of time before they start screwing.”

As if on cue coffee mugs and clothing went flying as Kerry and Ian fell upon each other. In an instant they where licking and sucking each other in the middle of the floor, Ian on his back with Kerry writhing on top.

“Are you getting all this Cliffy?” whispered Stacy out of the corner of her mouth. She didn't want to take her eyes off them in case she missed something.

“Yes, I have it on automatic. It's recording everything that happens in there. This will teach those pricks. Try to embarrass me will they?” Clifford was enjoying this immensely. It wasn't often he got to exact revenge on someone. He discovered that he liked it. In fact it was giving him a hard-on. Or was it from the show going on in front of him? Whatever it was, it was getting him hard. He looked over at Stacy and noticed she was licking her lips as she watched the show. He wondered if she was as horny as he was.

***

“Oh my yes Ian. Lavish my petite velvet cavern with your oral appendage. Insert your manly tongue deep within me.” Kerry had no idea what had come over her. One minute she was discussing that nerd Clifford with Ian and the next thing she knew she was naked and sucking on his cock. She just couldn't help herself. She had never done anything like this before but now she just couldn't get enough. She ground her hips down on Ian's face while she sucked and stroked his cock. He was giving it his best but his tongue just wasn't getting the job done. With a cry of frustration she rolled off him onto her back and spread her legs for him.

“Copulate with me Ian. Insert your rampant manhood into my opening of desire.”

Ian looked at her with a mixture of lust and confusion in his eyes.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Fuck my cunt you arsehole. Fuck me hard and fuck me now.” She grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wider to emphasise her point.

Ian, who was so horny that not even the crack of dawn was safe, threw himself on Kerry and started humping like a fox terrier on speed. In a matter of seconds he started to jerk, pulling himself free of Kerry. His orgasm caused him to have a mild seizure, which in turn caused him to shoot cum everywhere. As he regained his senses he saw that cum was all over the place. Dripping from tables and chairs, splashed on computers and photocopiers, hanging from pictures and the wall clock. But most of all it was on Kerry. She was swimming in it. But it appeared that she had not noticed that Ian had cum. She was still writhing and moaning as if he was still fucking her. Ian was shocked. How could she be so slutty? How could she act like such a whore? How could she do this without him? He looked down and was pleased to see he was still hard. With a cry that sounded very much like “Geronimo” he leapt back into the fray.

***

Stacy and Clifford where still watching the show as it entered the second act. Stacy looked down at Cliff's pants and noticed a familiar bulge. It had been a few days since she had been fucked and it was very frustrating for her. The activities going on inside the office where not making it any easier for her.

“Cliffy?”

“Yes?”

“Will that keep recording by itself?”

“Yup, or at least till it runs out of tape in about three hours.”

“Cliffy? Is this getting you hard?”

“Very much so.”

She moved behind him and ran her hands over his bulge. He tried to turn too her but she stopped him.

“No, don't turn around. Just keep watching the show. I want you to watch them while I do this.”

She slid her hands inside his pants and gently rubbed his cock. Clifford let out a sigh as she pulled down his pants enough to free him. With his cock out she was free to stroke him properly. With long slow strokes she soon had him on the edge of orgasm.

“Do you want to cum, Cliffy?” she whispered into his ear.

“Oh God yes” he moaned.

“You have to promise to do something for me then.”

“Anything.” He was so close now his vision was beginning to cloud. He could feel her grip on him strengthen to stop him from cuming.

“You have to eat me while I watch them fuck, Cliffy. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, anything. Just let me cum.”

“Good boy.” She relaxed her grip and Cliffy shot his load all over the door in front of him. He found himself bucking uncontrollably as he did. It was the most intense orgasm that he had ever experienced. With a sigh he collapsed with his back against the door, totally exhausted. He opened his eyes to find Stacy's pussy thrust into his face.

“Your turn, Cliffy. Eat me.” She pushed her pussy onto Cliff's waiting mouth and ground her hips against him as she watched Kerry and Ian.

***

Kerry was in the throws of a massive orgasm. She had long ago lost count of her orgasms and to be honest she really couldn't care less. Ian's sexual abilities came as a complete surprise to her. She had no idea that he could fuck like this. The fact that Ian was totally unable to keep up with her never came close to entering her lust-fogged mind.

In fact Ian had only been a factor in less than half of her orgasms. Most of the time he was sitting in a heap trying to catch his breath. He desperately wanted to rest but his body and Kerry's insatiable lust would not allow him. He tried to crawl away but Kerry grabbed him by the ankle, threw him on his back and was on him faster than a sailor on a two-dollar whore. Ian groaned in terror as his cock once again rose to the challenge.

***

Stacy climaxed, flooding Cliff's face with her juices, and slid down his chest to straddle him.

“Damn Cliffy, you're getting good at that. We might just have to keep you around.”

Clifford was not fooled for a second. He knew they where only using him till he was of no use to them, then he would be cast aside. But he didn't care one bit. Clifford knew that for now he was having the time of his life. He would worry about bad things when bad things happened. He reached up and gave Stacy a playful squeeze of her breasts.

“So I guess this means the experiment was a success then. Is there enough left for the party on Friday night?”

“Not really. Not for what I have in mind.”

“I thought it was Tracy that had to do the dare.”

“It is dear, Cliffy. But I have some plans of my own.” She gave Cliff a mischievous grin that both scared and excited him.

“What are you planning, Stacy?”

“You'll find out on Friday, Cliffy.”

“But I'm not invited to the party. No nerds allowed remember?”

“You just let me and Tracy worry about that, Cliffy. Now about that brew. Can you make some more?”

“Sure, I have all the stuff I need in the lab.” And indeed he had. In fact he had more than enough. He had done some research on the ingredients before he started putting them together and had become more and more convinced that it would work. So he had obtained a little extra for himself. Clifford had his own plans.

“We had better get all this stuff packed up before someone comes,” said Cliff looking around. He was worried that they would get caught even though the school was obviously deserted.

“Not just yet, Cliffy,” said Stacy as she gently eased his cock into her pussy. “We have enough time.”

***

Kerry came too in the early hours of the morning. She looked down and saw a coffee mug protruding from her aching pussy. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she saw a trembling mass huddled in the corner. It looked vaguely familiar.

“Ian?”

“No. Go away. Leave me alone. I don't want to fuck any more and you can't make it.” It was the voice of a petulant child.

“Ian I 3;” She gasped as she pulled the mug free only to find another one inserted behind it. She managed to pull it free as well as the banana that was stuck in her arse.

“What the hell happened?”

“You can't make me, Kerry. You can't make me.”

“Oh grow up Ian. We had sex. Get over it.”

“Just sex? You tried to kill me. You tried to fuck me to death. My dick is so raw I can't touch it. Why wouldn't you leave me alone? Why didn't you stop when I begged you too? You were like a wild animal.”

Kerry could not explain why she acted the way she did. She was just overcome by incredible lust for Ian. A lust she couldn't control. She got up and walked over to Ian.

“Come on, get up. You're not hurt.”

Ian dragged himself to his feet and walked over to where his cloths were. He was about to pick them up when he noticed a paper sign on the combination VCR and Television the school paper had borrowed from the media studies room. He bent over and read it out loud.

“Leave Clifford alone. Play me to find out why.”

“What?” Kerry was wondering what Ian was doing.

“It says play me.” He reached over and pressed the play button on the VCR. The Television burst into life to show Kerry and Ian screwing on the floor of the office. Ian stood there with his mouth open.

Kerry was a little more vocal.

“Son of a Bitch!”