5 comments/ 8692 views/ 0 favorites Love Potion Number 9 By: badlyfrozen As it was getting close to Valentine's Day again Steve found himself walking down the same back street in China Town on the mission to track down another small vial of that potion. Over the past years it had almost seemed a ritual since his very first successful wild Valentine night. He had no problems turning the heads of all the ladies with his 6ft 4in height, body toned from hours in the gym and expensive clothes which a good per cent of his wages were spent on it was just all those encounters seemed ordinary, almost bog standard compared to the thrills he got from using the potion on Valentines night. When he found the old rundown store with the paint peeling from the signboard which read Madame S, he was glad to see it still open when all others around it for yards were closed and was greeted by the merry chime of the small bells as he stuck his auburn haired head around the door to check to see if the store was empty, which made the old grey haired lady look up from behind the counter. Nervously he browsed the carved wooden idols, rocks of various precious stones and crystals which were shielded behind glass whilst ducking under wind chimes and dream catchers as he made his usual circuit around the store as he checked to make sure that there was nobody hidden in the back of the store and it was only him and the shopkeeper there as he was sure that he did not want his yearly trips to the store being reported back to the highbrow law firm where he worked. Edging nearer the counter where all the love potions, spells and charms were stored he tried to avoid eye contact with the store owner behind the counter as his hand hovered over the various potions. "How many potions have I sold you already?" The old woman asked her voice slightly croaky and dry just like many of the objects in the store. "A few, over the years." He replied as he moved his hand away and looked at the display stand on the other side of the counter. "Eight by my recall. The first one should have worked for a man of your looks and vigour. If you buy your ninth it shall be your last, they shall no longer give you anything more to what you would achieve without using one, except maybe Dutch courage and false hope like a placebo." "You don't understand, they all worked it is just that they only worked until the sun rose the next morning and then everything faded away, I could not even find any of the women again it was as if they had vanished into thin air." Steve said with a sigh. "And I am not sure why I want to put myself through this all again but I live for nights like the ones the potions have given me." The old woman smiled a knowing smile, the addiction to the wildness the potions handed out was common and yet that wildness usually lasted long enough for emotions and feelings to kick in to make a relationship out of it. She wondered what he might be doing wrong but to hear the sorrow and need in his voice she gave into some of her concerns as she then shuffled through the curtain of beads which shielded the shop to the back room where all her powerful items were stored in various strong boxes and safes. Steve tried to spy what was behind the curtain but turned back sharply to pretend to be looking curiously at what looked to be a dried out shrunken head which made him shudder realising that compared to almost all the things he had seen in the various curiosity shops that looked positively real. Looking back at the shop owner he was relieved to see the familiar small glass vial filled with dark liquid, a brown tag with instructions stuck to the stopper in usual fashion. The old woman paused as she was about to hand the potion over and gave him a warning. "This is part of the strongest brew I have ever created or may ever create again. If you are in any doubt of the person you wish to use this with do not share it with them as this will be your final chance. Should you seek to find your way back here to buy another one your eyes will be shielded and you will not find this store or me ever again, do you understand?" Steve nodded, and she pricked his finger as she took his money. "Hey what was that for?" "As it is your last visit for a vial it is part of the final payment and goes towards the enchantment to make sure that you will never set foot in this store again. Good night and good luck with your endeavours." Steve shrugged and left the store, he had been along this road so many times and found it easily he was sure that he could find it again no matter what the old lady had said, yet as soon as he was four feet away from the door the roller shutters came down and the padlock magically clamped it in place making him jump before he hastened to the corner of the street to grab a taxi home. The old woman laughed as she observed his reactions through the crystal orb she had sitting on the counter which showed the view of the street as well as recording all who set foot in the shop, slowly peeling off the grey haired wig to reveal a tangled mass of flame red hair. "Christ I need a shower as I have had this suit on for far too long on a warm day like today." As she walked through the beaded curtain once more she peeled off the mask to reveal firm youthful skin before she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and stepped out of the body suit which had restricted her to be five foot tall instead of the six foot she naturally was. Taking the small droplet of blood from her last customer she placed it into a small test tube before filling it three quarters full of clear thick liquid which suspended it into place. Shaking it slightly the liquid turned purple. "That's strange; his chemistry is unusual for a human, maybe that is why..." She shook her head, "no if he was anything but human he would have seen through my charade in the store and I would have sensed him and yet." She pulled the curtain in the corner of the room which hide a door and opened it, on stepping through she came out in her penthouse apartment the other side of town. Striding to her study she let her disguise fall out of her hand but before it could touch the floor it floated towards a chest which opened up and closed as soon as the disguise was inside. Upon clicking her fingers an old dusty leather bound book from the top shelf glided down and landed on her desk falling immediately to the page explaining the colours to the test she had performed. As her slender pale finger stopped underneath the mention of the colour purple she froze. "You have done it now Sylvie, god knows why this person has been punished with enchantment." She had to find him before he took the potion, she now knew why the others had not lasted and whoever he used the potion with might be in great danger and so could she if the enchantment that was placed on him broke and his reaction was violent. Frantically she searched a drawer in her bedroom until she found the locket, opening it up she removed the old faded photo and quickly went to her computer. Scanning the film footage from the store she closed in on her last customer and quickly took a print of his face. Whilst the ink on shiny photo paper dried she went to her own private collection of potions and took out a small vial with just a symbol of an eye on the brown label before she hurried back and cut the photo so it would fit inside the locket, then adding a couple of drops of the silver liquid onto the photo she muttered a spell under her breath as she closed it shut. Beams of light tried to escape the locket and she knew the spell had worked. Hanging it on the front of her mirror she stripped off her underwear and turned on the shower not noticing the pale white mist rising from out of the amulet and combining with the steam before it started to form a figure of a man. Steve had just got home, throwing his briefcase in the hall he then placed the small vial on the mantelpiece, pulling out the stopper to smell it slightly, a faint purple vapour rose and was inhaled as he smiled. "Tonight is going to be so sweet." He said to himself as he removed his jacket hanging it up in his closet and he turned toward his bathroom letting the rest of his clothes fall to the floor in a trail behind him and then like a bolt out of the blue his head was suddenly filled with the scent of apple blossom. Shaking it clear he turned on the shower and shaved the stubble of the day clean not noticing the steam of the shower was forming the shape of a woman until he slide the steamed up door open ready to climb in. His hand reached out to check if his eyes were playing tricks on him and yet when his fingers went near the shoulder she moved slightly and he definitely felt hot skin underneath his fingertips. Curiously now he stepped in feeling the hot water beating down on him he closed his eyes thinking surely it was just his imagination and excitement for tonight and yet he then felt skin against his as if someone had just backed up against him. Out of instinct his arms reached out and wrapped around something as his eyes shot open to see what was there to find this pale woman made out of steam spin around and look back at him startled. She writhed to get free which soon brought his cock to full erection as he stood there slightly shocked as to what was happening, thinking that somehow this must all be a dream he reached down and captured her mouth with his and she calmed down for a few seconds before her hands moved to his chest to try and push him off her and yet all that did was make her give more encouragement to his cock. Steve felt something hit his ass and as he looked out of the corner of his eye he spied something which looked like a tail of some kind. Staring at her more closely the hair was parted by the water to reveal two small horns which should have shocked him and yet he had often dreamt about stuff like this so shrugged it off. Wanting to encourage her to enjoy this play he moved to position himself so that he was rubbing his cock against her clit. Glancing at his shoulders he could begin to feel fingernails digging into his skin and saw the imprints as now it seemed she moved with him until she moved her legs to wrap around his waist, embedding his cock deep inside her as her tail now teased against his anus, caressing it and driving him out of his mind as he growled at the intensity of what he was feeling. Sylvie stared into the face of the male steam figure who she was now impaled on, his face looking familiar and yet through the water she could make out two impressive horns on his head unlike her two small ones, glancing down she noticed a steam tail snake around to her ass before she felt it massage her anus making her giggle now and relax. This was one of her own kind paying her a visit although she was sure that none of them knew where she lived to know how to play this kind of game with her. Wiggling slightly she felt full and when she heard that growl she felt electric tingles starting to form deep down inside her as he started to slide slowly in and out of her, each time managing to rub against her pleasure spots making her growl back. His hands fixing themselves to her hips with such a grip now, moving her body as he stood there still, his serpents tongue snaking out before the wrapping around her right breast, the tip squeezing and rolling the nipple expertly as he powerfully displayed his control as his devils tail slowly started to tease just inside her anus now, making Slyvie flushed as she moved her head to rest against his shoulder. Trying to gain some composure she bite into his shoulder making him moan and thrust harder which was her undoing as she came violently, throwing hear head back as sparks shot out from her eyes and mouth, yet he still pumped in and out of her whilst she quivered until he finally released his seed and she found herself slowly being lowered to the floor as the cloud of steam dispersed, all alone once more in her apartment, breathless and overcome with the passion, hungering for more, she wondered when she would eventually find out who this visitor who has been visiting her over the years was. Steve gasped trying to catch his breath as the steam dispersed and his hands were just left in mid-air holding onto nothing. His body felt so alive and tingling as the desire for that creature still lingered inside him. Maybe that was a sign of things to come tonight he thought, and if that was the case he had better start getting the apartment tidied up ready for the conquest he was going to bring home tonight. He went about this and got dressed not noticing the teeth marks on his right shoulder. After Sylvie decided on her outfit, a strappy red dress which clinged to her body asensuating her breasts before it flared out at her hips and fell loosely to the middle of her thighs. A pair of matching heels just to shape her legs just that little bit more she turned around looking at herself in the mirror. She looked and felt something was missing, looking closer into the mirror her hair in tamed waves like a cascade of red flames falling down it was then that she noticed she still had her contact lenses in which made her eyes a more natural brown, after popping them out they were almost glowing red iris encircling around a dark ember of a pupil. Now all she needed to do was track this guy down. Picking up the locket she opened up a map of the city and let it draw itself to where he was and waited until it spun and pulled at a location, when it wanted to drop onto the name El Diablo she raised an eyebrow. She had not been there in a long time and thought she knew all who frequented it and yet with it being tucked away from the normal club strip she wondered how he knew about it but she had to move quickly so placing the locket around her neck she walked to the door which lead to the kitchen, closing the curtain which hung at the side of the door she said another spell under her breath and when she pulled back the curtain and opened the door it now led to the back corridor near the toilets of the El Diablo. As she glanced around she knew the spell inside the locket was working well as almost everybody there dematerialised partially as if ghosts making him stand out like he was the only other person in the room. Closing her eyes now she saw what he saw, he was exploring the women on the dance floor, taking great care to take in all their curves and movements. He was a pure hunter she thought to herself and yet she could not sense the vial on him which made her wonder if he had thought about the advice she had given when she handed over the potion. Almost ready to turn around and leave she paused as she saw him now look over her body as she stood there, eyes closed as she swayed slightly to the music, her face being light up by the strobes which washed over her body. Sylvie opened her eyes and turned her face to him with a warm smile giving him the knowing look that he had been caught staring to which he just partially grinned before he took another sip from his drink. Deep in the back of her mind all of her instincts were telling her that there must be a reason for him to be punished this way and yet she knew how it felt to be an outcast so stepped towards the dancers to enjoy the night trying to lose the faint sadness of a forgotten time so many years ago which still clung to her. Steve stared in fascination at this flamed haired beauty the likes he had never seen before, something seemed so familiar though. He knew she had caught him staring and even now the sight of her was concealed from him he could not help but stare at the dance floor as he caught glimpses of her. It was as if all the other women in the room paled in comparison to her. When he finished his drink he moved through the crowd searching for her, when he finally spied her he moved close behind her, almost touching her and yet not until she brushed her body against his as she swayed her hips. "Ooops sorry." Sylvie said and then smiled again when she realised who she had bumped into and he just smiled back as he grabbed her waist to pull her back so she danced up against him, their friction gradually making it harder for them to concentrate until he spun her around and kissed her softly. The trace of potion on his lips hit her and started a chain reaction deep down inside before she realised what had happened, just a slight hint to start the potions magic work as she collapsed slightly breathless in his arms as he now guided her to the exit. The cool air did nothing to the passion that was stirring in them now, that the journey to his apartment was a blur filled with hot kisses and fondling in the back seat of the cab, wanting to go so much further and yet not wanting to give the taxi driver the exhibition of his lifetime. Steve's apartment door flew open and almost off the hinges as they fell through it. Sylvie's hands raced over the buttons of his shirt in almost a blur slightly ripping it off as his protective arms were still wrapped around her, trying to protect her from falling into anything and hurting herself. Making their way around the room they ended up naked next to the fireplace, their bodies pinned together so tightly as they revelled in the feeling of each other's skin, it was as if they were one person as he picked up the vial and drunk some of it down before capturing the last of it into his mouth before kissing her, sharing the remains of the potion with her and completing its magic. The potion burned down Sylvie's throat as sparks went off in her belly and wondered if he would survive this night's encounter, she often had problems keeping control of her wild side when brewing this strong a potion she now feared what taking the draft would do but it was too late now as she clung to him, pushing him down as he fell onto his coffee table before he rolled over and the momentum of their bodies sent the sofa crashing against the wall. Whilst they wrestled each other, exploring each other's bodies with playful nips and kisses more furniture and glass ornaments were broken and left shattered around the room. The frail glass vial breaking in the fireplace creating an unnoticed explosion making the enchantment lose some of its power. Steve picked up Sylvie and carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom as she protested at the halt in exploration play, dragging her fingernails which had turned into talons down up and down his back forming red welts. Hissing and taking in the pain he threw her down onto the bed growling, his face changing as his hair started to change to flame red. Pinning her to the bed, her legs opened up wide as the head of his cock rested at her entrance, his tongue which was now long and serpent like snaked out tormenting her clit as it rolled and squeezed it before flicking it fast making her arch her back, trying to move her whole body up from the bed as her tail grew and wrapped around him, trying to pull him closer so that he would fill up the emptiness inside her. When he saw sparks start to escape her mouth as she screamed out he let her win and he pushed all the way in making her body fall back, her eyes shooting open wide in hazy lust. The heat of her around him felt like it was scorching him as slowly his tail grew out and rose up, swiping at the air as he slowly slide all the way out of her just to push all the way into her again, amazed at how different it seemed with her compared to all the previous valentines nights. Closing his eyes he kept it slow, his tongue caressing the curves of her breasts as her hands gripping onto his shoulders, her fingers caressing the bite mark which made her confused for one split second as reality hit her as to who he was, the enchantment which had been placed on her broken before she was lost in emotion and thrust up to meet him, eager for more speed. As she saw him grin at this she relaxed before catching him off guard, rolling him over to sit astride him, his wrists tied up above his head by her tail, her fingers entwined with his as she used them to help her balance whilst bouncing and wriggling furiously whilst all he could do was gaze up in wonderment hoping his stamina was a match for her now as he felt his balls started to churn. Feeling what seemed like fire coursing through his veins now Steve's eyes flashed flame red and stayed like that as he pushed her back to thrust hard and fast, Sylvie's head hanging over the edge of the bed as she clung to his shoulders to stop from slipping off, his hands clamped to her hips as flames and sparks shot from out of their mouths as they both came, both moaning out loud growls which shook the whole room, the bed's collapsing underneath them. Gasping out for breath they curled up together, his body wrapping around her as his tail pulled a sheet over them, their bodies steaming slightly. Love Potion Number 9 Steve lay there next morning, not wanting to open his eyes, not wanting to see an empty space in the bed like previous years. His eyes closed tightly shut he listened out to the silence holding his breath only to exhale when an arm snaked around him as someone snuggled up to his back and nuzzled his shoulder. It had not all just been a dream, stepping out to go to the bathroom he walked through the debris left from his living room laughing as he relived every moment. Standing there as he used the toilet it was then that he noticed his reflection in the bathroom cabinet's mirror. His red hair with two impressive horns jutting out of his head, the small red tuft which had sprouted out of his chin, his eyes glowing red and taking in his reflection the final part of his enchantment broke as his memory was unlocked. Guards charging down the street after them in Napoleonic uniforms, it was then that she pulled out a vial and told him to drink it all down, he was confused but drunk it down and as he clutched his chest he gazed at her in alarm screaming out "No" in protest at what she was doing as she chanted something he could not make out and things all went black as flames started to lick up the walls escaping from out of her body. Racing back to the bedroom he saw her still lying there but this time in tears as she sobbed her apology. "I am so sorry for enchanting you for all these years, I hope you can forgive me but it was the only way to keep you safe, you would have been put to death for sure before cutting off your horns for trophies and I would have been locked away to rot or worse." He collapsed on the bed next to her pulling her close as he consumed her mouth with his, their tongues entwining together just like their hearts had done all those many years ago. Love Potion Number Nine I staggered to my feet, wincing as the mother of all migraines crushed my skull. “My head is killing me,” I whined. “Doesn’t anybody care?” I could hear heavy breathing and the throaty moans of lust, but I couldn’t see them. Part of the problem was my blurred vision and the spots in front of my eyes. The fact that I was facing the wrong way didn’t help either. Rusty gears gnashed in my brain as I tried to think. “Where am I? What am I doing? Where the hell are all my clothes?” Smack! Something got me right in the back of my leg. I almost went down, but as soon as I got my rubber legs under me, I whirled and started cussing like a sailor. “What the fuck do you think…?” “Yeah baby, yeah. Give it to me, give it to me. Uh, uh, uh.” It was my sister. She was on the floor. She was kicking her feet like an insane frog and I had to jump back before she got me again. “Carol?” I said. “Ugh, ugh, ugh.” She was so intent on what she had between her legs, she acted as if I wasn’t there. “Carol!” I cringed as my own voice made my head throb. “Almost there, almost there.” she said. It was a low, guttural rasp. Hard to believe that sound came from my sister. Harder still to believe how she looked and what she was doing. Her hair was a fright, soaked with sweat and flying around like the Gorgon’s. Every inch of her body glistened with perspiration as she jiggled and bounced. The man’s leg, sticking out from under her, twitched spasmodically as she pounded her naked body on him like a sex-crazed animal. “Argh, here it comes, here it comes.” Even her toes were clenching. “Carol, what…” “Arrrrrgggghhhhh.” She had just jumped up and thrown herself back down on him. “Watch it,” I yelled, but it was too late. Her feet whipped past my dodging body, my feet got tangled in the Sybian machine’s wires, and I crashed to the floor in a tangle of my own arms and legs. “I’m commmmiiiiinnnggg!” My hackles rose as Carol’s strained screech plunged a dull knife into my left temple. Her staccato, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” twisted the blade in my brain. “Shut the fuck up!” “I’m coming!” another girl’s voice started, and then a third. Their combined yowls were enough to peel the paint off the walls. “Make it stop!” I pressed my hands on my ears as I sprawled across the sex machine. The controller for the machine sat clearly in the center of my vision, as countless black and white dots clouded everything else. “Hello,” I said as I turned it on. “Ahhh.” The motor started and the middle thing started moving. You’re supposed to ride it like a horse, not lie across it with the thingy in your bellybutton. I didn’t care. The rest of me still felt like I’d escaped from a clothes dryer, but right then, my bellybutton felt great. I pushed myself back, and watched the middle sliding back and forth and vibrating. The smell of pussy wafted into my nose as I lowered my head, but I didn’t care whose cunt had been there. I dropped my head on those vibrating rubber knobs, and was drooling with relief an instant later. If one was so good, two would be better. I got up with some crazy idea of tipping the other Sybian upside down and having both of them rubbing my head at the same time. I know it sounds stupid, but men do dumber things all the time. I could hear it running at full blast, but there was a pile of naked bodies on top of it. “Me, me. It’s my turn,” Carol’s girlfriend Janet said. I caught a quick glimpse of Jerry’s face before her ass blocked my view. “Wait! I can’t bre…” Jerry said. “Ahhhh,” Janet said, cutting him off as she plopped down on his face. The other two quickly lined up behind her, Carol behind her girlfriend, and my girlfriend, Mandy, behind her. They all started moving like a well-rehearsed dance team. I felt a stirring down below. I’d been a part of that dance just a short while ago, and my pulse quickened as my body remembered the thrill of it. It was fascinating to watch. Each girl was giving voice to her passion in her own register, making an exciting kind of music, and their hips slid up and down Jerry as if they were connected to each other. It was mesmerizing. It was as if I was watching a train made of girls, chugging tirelessly on Jerry’s body. Their voices were the whistles, while their hips kept going, “choo-choo-choo.” They didn’t see the way Jerry was clawing at Janet’s hips. They couldn’t see the way his legs were frantically kicking. They were just a mindless little train, chugging along. Choo-choo-choo. They each rose as if they were doing the wave as Jerry’s struggles got more desperate, and the wet sound of him gasping for air came from Janet’s crotch, but their little train went on without notice. Choo-choo-choo. “I don’t think he can breathe,” I said. Choo-choo-choo. “Hey, guys.” They had all been lifted, and there was a thud when they went back down. Choo-choo-choo. “Get up! You’re suffocating h…” Hold on, what’s this? The Sybian! His kicking and thrashing had knocked the Sybian out from under the pile. Nicest thing my brother’s ever done for me, I thought, as I rushed in to grab it. Don’t worry, he got air. It sounded like Janet was letting loose a bunch of juicy farts, but it was just Jerry breathing with all that wet flesh on his face. I know it sounds gross, but for some reason I found it exciting at the time. In fact, once I got close, his legs looked exciting too. Very exciting. My headache turned off with a snap, my breath started coming faster, and familiar little fingers were tickling the inside of my body. “Oh yes,” I moaned. An electric shock got my motor purring as soon as I touched his leg. This was much better than some stupid machine. “Hi baby,” I said, and kissed my girlfriend on the back of her neck as I climbed on behind her. She cooed something sweet and twisted her head to kiss me. “This feels so great,” she said while her lips were still on mine. “So great,” I echoed, and snuggled up close. The thrill of being back on Jerry was coursing through me, and I felt as if I’d climbed back into a hot tub after standing wet and freezing beside it for too long. Everything melted away except the tender joy of cupping Mandy’s breasts in my hands as I nuzzled her soft neck, and the carnal need to rub my most private parts on any part of Jerry that my pussy could reach. I fell in with their rhythm, and the train had a new caboose. Choo-choo-choo. Oh yeah. Jerry’s my brother, my kid brother to be exact, and a jerk in every sense of the word. Carol is 20, I’m in the middle at 19, and dorko is 18. We don’t like Jerry very much, so I guess I should tell you why the four of us couldn’t get enough of rubbing our pussies on him. To understand what happened, you first have to understand Jerry. Jerry is a certifiable MENSA genius. Dad had to pull him out of public school because he was always in trouble. Third grade teachers didn’t like to be called idiots by an eight-year-old, especially when he could prove it. Without the public school system’s guidance, his knowledge and intellectual level went through the roof, and his social skills ceased to exist. A couple of years ago he read something about pheromones, and within a few weeks sent something off to a perfume company. It was funny when the limo full of suits was shown to my zit-faced brother’s room. Dad wound up signing the contract, and immediately set up a trust fund for Jerry. Good thing he did. Jerry would have blown everything on hookers if he hadn’t. Before you start thinking ‘poor little rich boy,’ let me give you the straight dope. Once the pimples cleared up, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. In fact, if you saw a movie of him, you’d think he was quite a hunk. That is unless you turned up the sound. Once he opens his mouth, you’ll drown in his caustic sarcasm and superiority complex. His idea of a pickup line is telling a girl how glad he is that he can’t catch her stupidity. You’d think that after all the quality time he spends with his pillow, he’d wise up. Did I mention that he tried to blackmail Carol and me? Nice, huh. It all started when Carol and I came home for spring break. We are very close, and we love to share stories about the boys we’ve met and the things we’ve done. “So, did you have a good semester?” “Yeah, it was very nice. You?” “Yeah, good.” Clunk. We both just sat there. I had just finished the most sizzlingly sexual semester of my life, but there hadn’t been any boys involved. Mandy and I had been roomies since first year, and it wouldn’t have gone beyond that if it hadn’t been for a crazy frat party. We always get wild at those things, but we were off the scale that night. It’s a wonder we still had enough sense to run away after what we did from the balcony. We probably should have felt guilty about leaving the frat boys to face the music with those two campus cops, but they were the ones who said, “piss on ‘um” the previous time they’d told us to keep it down. We were still goofy as hell when we came crashing into our room, and instead of sleeping it off, we wound up chasing each other around the room, screaming and pinching, and generally acting like a couple of idiots. “Give up?” Mandy said. She had me pinned, and was bouncing on my chest. “No.” She reached around behind her, and dug her fingers in my ribs. I can’t stand being tickled. She must have looked like she was riding a mechanical bull, the way I was going nuts under her. Problem is, she wound up sitting on my face and I was screaming into her panty crotch instead of getting her off me. I did the only thing I could; I bit her in the crotch. Not too hard or anything, just enough to get her attention. I laughed my head off at the way she jumped up, but squealed like a banshee when she got me back. She had to do me one better, so she kept chewing on me as I tried to push her head away. There was no hiding it. The moan popped out before I could choke it off and my whole body convulsed. Mandy’s head popped up from between my legs, and she gave me an accusing look. “I had a chill,” I said. She bared her teeth and started to lower her head again. I gasped. “A chill, huh?” “Yeah, it’s chilly in here. Can’t you feel it?” “I don’t know, let me see,” she said. She got right in front of me and lifted her dress. There was a clear challenge on her face, so I leaned forward and dragged my bottom teeth up the crotch of her panties. I gave her a smug sneer when she shivered. “Yeah, I think I felt it too,” she said. Her voice was quiet, and she was still holding the front of her dress up. I looked at her panties, and the way the thin material made a little dip in the middle. I could see that they were a little damp. Had I done that the two times my mouth had been there, or was it something else. I reached out my hand, and her knuckles turned white on the hem of her dress. When I rubbed my finger along the little cleft, she made a sexy moan and her legs got weak. We looked at each other for a moment, then got all goofy again. Racing around the room and jostling each other, we got the blinds all closed, the dorm room door closed and locked, and threw our clothes at each other as we stripped. We’d seen each other naked before, but this was different. I was going to let Mandy make love to me, and she was another girl. We were standing there, not an arm’s length apart, and I was looking at her body in a completely new light. She was looking at me too, and I had to fight the urge to cover myself. Talk about awkward. We were both waiting for the other one to seduce them. I was about to call the whole thing off when Mandy lifted her finger and touched my nipple. It was the silliest damn thing in the world, and it made me giggle. It also made goose bumps pop up all over my body. I lifted my finger and moved it slowly toward her nipple, but she couldn’t stand it and shied back. I didn’t push it, I just stood there holding my finger out. “Where’d you get them done?” she said, looking at my fingernails. “Dykes R Us,” I said, wiggling my finger. She took a breath and started pushing her breast towards my finger. Okay, I’m a rat. Besides, I was drunk. As she leaned in toward my finger, I kept it a hair's breadth away from her. She lost her balance and had to grab me as I kept my finger just out of reach of her breast. I thought it was funny, and she was so drunk, she thought so too. We got rowdy again, but got quiet as soon as we wound up on the bed. She was on top of me again, but this time she was lying, not sitting. That’s when she kissed me. Our noses mashed awkwardly, just like the first time I kissed a boy. We were holding our lips funny, and our teeth bumped, just like the first time I kissed a boy. I tingled, flushed, moaned into her mouth and shivered, just like I had so wanted it to happen when I first kissed a boy. We kissed, hugged, and then kissed some more. I’d lie on top, kissing her whole face; she’d get on top and make me giddy by kissing my neck. I’d hold her head and lick her until she couldn’t stand it, and she’d wiggle her tongue in my ear while I squirmed. We didn’t consummate, or whatever you want to call it, but I was in sensual heaven, and stayed there even after we drifted off. “Good morning, sleepy head.” “Good morning,” I said, and we kissed. One of us didn’t smell too good, so we called a truce while we brushed out teeth and freshened up. “You really like this stuff, don’t you?” Mandy said. My nose knew what she was holding before I ever looked up. All the yummy smells I loved were in that sinfully expensive perfume she had. A small bottle of Angel by Thierry Mugler rested in her hand as she smiled at me. “Are you kidding? I love it.” I said, reverently. Her smile broadened, and she squirted some on her pubic hair. “You’re such a pig,” I squealed. “I like it too,” she said, trying to squirt some on mine. I pulled back, but only for a second. I let her spray some on me, and we both ran to the bed. We’d done a lot of things since, but just a whiff of chocolate-vanilla, fruits, or caramel, still brings back the memory of her perfume and that first morning. The morning I spent sniffing her Angel perfume while she held her pillow over her face and cried like a baby. I was still hugging myself when Carol came out of her reverie. She tried to revive our dead conversation. “I did a lot of studying this semester,” Carol said. “Janet’s been helping me. You remember Janet, don’t you?” “The rich one?” “Yes, she’s rich.” “The one with the big boobs and that gorgeous hair?” I said as an evil grin started tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Yes, she’s very attractive, isn’t she?” Carol said. “The one with those sultry deep eyes, and lips just begging to be kissed?” “Well, I don’t know…” “The ass begging to be spanked, squeezed, kissed, and the pussy that has to be licked?” “What are you…” “You’ve been fuckin’ Janet,” I said. You should have seen her. “How dare you!” “I never…” “How can you think?” Her face said that, and a bunch more, as her mouth opened and closed without a sound. “Guess what?” I said, and then I stuck my tongue out and grabbed her boob. “What? You’re kidding. Who?” “Mandy.” It was like old times. We were both so engrossed in our tales of depravity, neither of us noticed Jerry’s shadow on the floor, or even knew that he’d snuck back into the house. “We’d better stop,” Carol said. “All this talk is getting me horny.” “You.” I said, “If I get any hotter, I’ll need a diaper.” Our eyes got kind of tangled, and we were sitting awfully close. I had my eyes wide open, and I was staring into hers when our lips met. “Do you think…?” “Yes,” I said, and put my arms around her. “No, wait.” “What?” I said. “Jerry will be home any minute. We can’t do anything if he’s in the house.” “Tomorrow,” I said, giving her a good squeeze. “They’re turning that lab over to him tomorrow, he’ll be gone all day.” “Sweet,” Carol said. Dickhead made a major production out of leaving the next morning. We know what he was up to now, but he had us totally conned that morning, and the next day. What a sleaze-ball. We were bouncing on our tiptoes at the window, watching his car turn at the corner. “We’re alone,” Carol said. “I’ve never done it with an older woman,” I said, twisting back and forth with my finger in my mouth. “Gawd,” Carol said. “You wouldn’t take advantage of your little sister, would you?” I looked at her over my shoulders and batted my eyes. “I might take you over my knee,” Carol laughed, and started for the bedroom. I had to pee, so I ducked into the bathroom first. “Where’d you go?” Carol yelled. “I’ll be right out,” I said, but it took longer than expected. “It’s cold out here,” she said when I finally came out. “If you were going to do a Jerry in there, you could have at least told me.” Even mad, she looked hotter than hell standing there in her birthday suit. I decided to pull my little girl act and really piss her off. “Aw, but it felt so nice.” I sniffed my finger as if I’d been playing with myself. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” “Come with me, young lady,” she said in her best mom voice. She pulled me into the living room by my wrist. I was giving her a hell of a time as she dragged me over her knee on the couch. I was just reaching out to pinch her leg when her hand smacked my bottom. “Whoa, Carol. Let’s not get carried away.” Whack! “Oh, so that’s the way you want to play it,” I said. Carol is always so gentle, that I always thought I was stronger. After a short struggle, she had one leg over my legs, my arm twisted up behind my back, and had clearly demonstrated that I was wrong. Whack! “This is going to hurt you a lot more than it is me,” Carol said, lifting my dress and taking a good swing. Whack! “Ow! That hurts.” Whack! She worked my panties down, and the next one hit bare flesh. Smack! “That really stings, Carol.” Smack! “Yes, I know.” “Oh, hell. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” “You’ve been a bad girl,” she said. She was breathing like a racehorse, and she kept pulling me up tighter between her legs. Smack! “Okay, I’ll be good,” I said. I couldn’t get free, and my poor backside was burning like crazy. Smack! “I know you will,” Carol said. She rubbed my tender cheeks, and her fingers slipped into my crack as she squeezed them. She wet her finger, stuck it between my legs, and wiggled it. I felt myself relaxing, when suddenly, Smack! “Carol?” “Yes, baby sister?” “Are you going to come by just spanking me?” “I don’t know. I’m the one who’s normally getting spanked, and Janet’s made me have orgasms several times that way. Some times I’ll do something bad just so she’ll spank me.” “Mandy and I never do anything like this,” I said. “Maybe that’s why you’re such a brat,” she said. Smack! “Bad girl, bad girl,” she started singing slowly, keeping her rhythm on my ass. “What cha’ gonna’ do? What cha’ gonna’ do when I come for you?” She had slid down, adding her weight to the pressure on my arm, forcing my ass higher in the air. Her hot breath washed over my ear as her heavy breathing made the song turn into a chant as she set my tail on fire. It was making me tingle in places other than my backside. Don’t ask me why, it doesn’t make any sense. I think pain sucks, and I sure can’t imagine getting off on it, but I tightened up on every beat and my flush went far beyond the cheeks of my ass. “Oh,” I sighed. “Naughty, naughty, baby,” Carol said. Smack! Love Potion Number Nine She kept spanking, and I kept squirming and struggling as she held me tight. The balance between pain and pleasure had tilted heavily toward pleasure, and we panted into each other’s mouths, as we got closer. I don’t know how I got on top of her, but we finished with legs intertwined, both my arms held up behind my back with one of her hands, while the other kept whaling away on my rump. She had to keep twisting her head ‘cause my boobs were all over her face, and that felt good too. “Look what you did,” I said, checking the mirror. My ass was beet red. “I’m so sorry,” Carol said. “I’ve been a very bad girl.” “Forget it. That’s enough of that kind of kink for one day. I won’t be able to sit for a week.” “What kind of kink would you like to try next?” Carol said. I smiled at the challenge. We got mind-numbingly decadent after that, and the house was a shambles by the time we lay panting in the middle of the living-room floor. I’d like to tell you about all the other kinky things we did, but I’ve got to get back to the story. After all, Jerry got to live out the kind of fantasy most men would die for. Too bad…, oops, I almost gave it away. Back to the story. We were having dinner when he threw out his first gambit, “Anybody see that fifty I left on the T-table?” He’s always misplacing things, money, glasses, whatever. Hell, I even found his car keys in the freezer one time. Carol might have shaken her head ‘no,’ but I just ignored him. The folks had already left the kitchen, so Jerry dropped his bombshell, “I probably just misplaced it. I’ll check my new security cameras and see what I did with it.” We were on him before he got to the kitchen door, “What cameras?” “I set up some security cameras last night. I can’t believe they’ll come in handy so soon.” Carol and I were in a brainless panic as we desperately scanned the room for the cameras. We’d been bouncing our naked boobs all over the house, and I’m still not telling you what we did on the coffee table. “It’s all recorded on tape?” I think I was biting my fingernails when I asked that. “Where’s the tape?” Carol’s voice sounded like something from the Exorcist. “Why? Did you take my fifty dollars?” “We didn’t take your money," I stepped in, "we want that tape.” The way he flinched, I must have got part of his skin along with his shirt as I snarled into his face. Okay, so we weren’t playing it cool. How could we? The thought of him watching what Carol and I had done that afternoon made my skin crawl. “You two have never been very nice to me, you know,” he said. “Now I’m trying to find my fifty dollars and you don’t want me to see what happened to it.” “I’ll give you fifty dollars,” Carol said, digging in her pants pockets. “I’ve got $7.55,” she said, showing me hers. “I’ve got some in my purse,” I said, running upstairs. We could only come up with $27.13, but he went along when we mentioned the missing panties we knew he had taken. Tape safely in hand, we rushed back to Carol’s room. Before we could get it in her VCR, he was knocking on the door. “Look what I found,” he said as we peeked at him through the crack of the door. He was holding up a neatly folded fifty-dollar bill. “It was in my shirt pocket all the time.” “That’s nice,” we tried to close the door. “Don’t you want your money back?” “Don’t worry about it.” We were both leaning against the door, trying to force him to pull his foot out. “But I gave you the wrong tape,” he said, holding another tape up in his hand. We chased him all the way back to his room, but he got his bedroom door locked before we could force our way in. “Oh my God,” he said from inside, as Carol and I slid down the wall outside his room. “This can’t be happening,” Carol moaned, dropping her head between her knees. “Holy shit, you two could put all those porn stars out of business,” his excited voice came through the door. “He’s watching us and beating off,” I said. Carol ran to the bathroom and threw up. “Oh, look at that. You two are fantastic. I could make a fortune on the Internet with this thing.” “What do you want,” I said softly. There was a moment of silence, then the click of his door unlocking. “A threesome,” he said, opening the door. Carol ran back into the bathroom. “No way,” I said. “Why?” He came out and sat against the wall across from me. “Because you’re a blackmailing pig and you make us sick,” I said. “How could you do something like this?” Carol was on the verge of tears. He thought about that for a moment, and then startled the hell out of us. He broke the cassette over his knee and made a big pile of unraveled videotape next to him on the floor. He kicked the whole mess over, and Carol picked it up and clutched it to her breasts. “I didn’t see anything. All I saw was Carol standing outside the bathroom door. I got a better look at her with those mirrors I set up when I was twelve.” “What was all that ‘holy shit’ stuff about, then?” I said. “I knew what you’d done by the way you were acting. An idiot could have figured that out.” “And we were idiots for making it so obvious,” Carol said. “I guess,” he said. He didn’t have that normal gloat in his voice. Very unusual. “But you were in there watching…” I started. “For a hell of a lot less time than you were in the bathroom,” Carol finished. “He could have fast forwarded it.” “I really wanted to watch that tape,” Jerry said. “I can’t believe you didn’t,” I admitted. “Why?” “Just like I said, a threesome. I’d give up anything, do anything, to be with you two.” “We can’t do that, Jerry. We don’t even like boys anymore, much less…” Carol bit back the rest. “Look,” I said, “I know some girls at college, and if you’ll just do what I say, I can get them to go to bed with you. You’ve got to keep your mouth shut, though. Pretend you can’t talk, or something.” “We could even get you a threesome. Hell, if you’d let us teach you how to act, you could get your own girls.” Carol looked much better, but she still had a death grip on the unraveled tape. “I don’t think there’s a girl in the world that could hold a candle to either of you,” he said, and then looked away. I’ll admit it. I felt all gushy and shit. The little bastard had pushed the right button. We even bought the little sniff and the way he stood, walked away with his shoulders hunched, and moved his foot around as he stared at the floor. Had we both been too hard on our lonely little brother? Were we just jealous because he was so fucking smart? He came so close. He almost had us. We had both stood, exchanged looks of confusion as we puzzled it over. Who knows how things would have turned out it if we hadn’t glanced at him at exactly the right moment. “You filthy, conniving bastard,” Carol hissed. We’d caught ‘the look’. He got ‘the look’ every time he pulled one of his con jobs on us. His nerve-grating laugh and comments about how stupid we were always followed ‘the look’. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, there never were any cameras. The tape he’d so magnanimously busted was a bunch of Saturday morning cartoons he’d recorded years ago. Once we’d figured the whole thing out, it was nearly as disgusting as having ourselves on videotape. The vile shit had snuck back into the house and watched everything we did from hiding. I felt dirty and violated, and Carol got physically ill. We wouldn’t talk to him after that; we wouldn’t even stay in the same room with him. I don’t know why we thought he’d given up on the idea of us having a three-way with him. We can see how stupid that was now, but how could we have known back then? Jerry may have the social skills of a warthog, but when it comes to science, he’s Don Juan and Casanova to the nth degree. Jerry wanted both of us, and he was going to get us come hell or high water. He already knew what to use, he’d invented it years ago. The formula the perfume company was paying him so much for was a synthetic pheromone that made women become sexually aroused. Apparently, the FDA didn’t like things that actually worked, so it couldn’t be sold in this country. Other factors made its sale in the U.S. impractical. Getting sued into oblivion was one of them, and getting lynched afterwards was the other. They found that they could make just as much by selling minute quantities at astronomical prices, in certain countries, and gladly sent Jerry his cut every month. His formula might be perfect for a Columbian drug lord, or a Japanese businessman, but it wouldn’t be worth a damn for getting Carol and I to go to bed with him. Carol upchucks at the mere thought, and I’d stuff sand up my twat if I thought I couldn’t stop him from fucking me. He needed something stronger if he was ever going to get us, something a hell of a lot stronger. He found it all right, lord did he ever. Just concentrating his old pheromones turned out to be the wrong track, he wound up restructuring the molecules and combining them with a synaptic accelerant. I still don’t understand it, but the way it works is all too clear. Any woman in nose-shot gets half her brain functions rerouted to the pleasure centers, with my happy little brother at the center of her universe. The migraine had broken me free for a while, but when I got close enough to smell him again, I was trapped like a bitch in heat. It felt like an endless orgasm. Most of the time, it was a dreamy orgasm that you could keep going by just rubbing on him, but then it would build into an insanely intense one. The one I was having had the inside of my ass twitching and my nipples felt like they were going to explode. The bastard had bugged our rooms, so he heard everything when Carol invited me to bring Mandy to the Sybian party. “What the hell’s a Sybian party?” I asked. “It’ll be a sex party, all four of us. The Sybian is a sex toy you ride like a horse.” “Sounds kind of gross.” “Yeah it is, but it’ll be fun. She’s got two of the machines, and you can’t keep from coming when you’re on it,” she said. “This isn’t a trick so you can all spank me, is it?” “That depends,” she said, and giggled. “I just thought of Janet spanking me while I’m on the Sybian. That would be so delicious.” While she was giving me directions to Janet’s cabin up by Crestline, Jerry was writing them down at his lab and making final plans. How he must have been gloating. Not only was he going to get both his sisters, he was going to get our girlfriends too. It’s a wonder he was able to stay hidden in the woods as long as he did. You don’t answer a knock on a cabin door in the middle of a mountain wilderness, especially when it’s four girls in their birthday suits. You might open the little peep door if you hear a kitty meowing outside, though. We were only mildly curious why Janet was so frantically undoing the door bolts, and all jumped up screaming when she threw it open and Jerry walked in. “Get out of here,” I screamed as I tried to cover myself. “You know you want me,” he said, coming up close. Funny thing is, I did. I wanted him real bad. I forgot my nakedness, and pressed up against him. An electric shock went through my body, and I had to hold him, touch him, kiss him. I nipped his chin with my teeth, and savored his taste after his head was pulled away. I couldn’t kiss his mouth because one of the other girls had her arms wrapped around his head and was eating his face. His clothes were covering the skin I needed to touch, so I started tearing at his shirt. “Mffghh! Hey, that was my favorite shirt. Take it…mffghh!” Jerry said. His shirt was gone and his undershirt was easy to rip off. His nipples looked delicious. “Ow, Jesus!” He jerked his nipple out of my teeth, but the other one looked good too. I bumped heads with Carol and went back to my nipple. Instead of his nipple, I got another girls knuckle. She was kneading his chest like a boob, but it felt good sucking on her knuckle anyway. As long as I was pressed up close to him, everything felt good. “It’s stuck!” Mandy’s voice sounded panic stricken. My fingers tangled with hers when I saw the problem and tried to help. “It’s broke,” I said as we pulled and twisted on his belt. “Whoa, girls, you’re…, Shit! Stop biting!” “Eeek!” Carol yelped. I caught a glimpse of her going over the side of the easy chair as our staggering mob went by it. With an arm free, Jerry was able to push Mandy away and start prying my fingers off his belt. He was stronger, but I was more determined. We fought over his belt until Mandy and Carol got back into the fray. With his arms safely twisted behind his back, I redoubled my efforts to get his pants undone. I had some strange kind of fever. My body itched, all over. I felt like I was about to have an orgasm, and I desperately needed his flesh pressing against mine. It was nothing like making love; it wasn’t even like normal sex. It was like spiders crawling all over me, and the only thing that would kill them was Jerry’s body. I didn’t give a shit what happened to Jerry, I just needed to rub every part of myself on him. We all did. “Uh, fuck, wait a sec,” Jerry gasped. “Stop! That hurts! Ow, damn it! Shit.” He was starting to panic, but something stronger than panic was gripping us. That was the first time he tried to get away. He knocked me on my butt and forced Carol to her knees. She wrapped herself around his leg, so he wasn’t moving very fast, and Janet jumped on his back with her arm around his head, so he wound up only going in a circle. Mandy was still trying to get his belt undone. I dove back in, hooking my fingers in his belt and pulling down. Mandy and Carol joined me, and we all cheered when they went down around his ankles. “Mine.’ “No, mine.” “I saw it first.” We were all trying to get his dick and balls, and he wasn’t helping by jerking around like he was. It was much easier once we had him on the floor. I got on first, and his dick felt like a hot poker as it slid into me. I collapsed on him and quivered inside and out. Grinding my hips, I knew I could do this forever. Someone, I think it was Carol, hauled my head up by the hair and slid her ass between Jerry’s face and mine. She was in the face down, ass up position, with her hands between her legs trying to get a hold of Jerry’s twisting head. She finally dug her fingers into the soft flesh inside his jaw line, and jerked his head back. His cock lunged up into me when she did that, so I pushed up on his chin to make him do it again. He didn’t, but he got active when Carol started humping his face. Janet and Mandy were facing out, each with one of his wrists grasped firmly in their hands, as they humped his arms. Carol set the pace with a slow, steady rhythm, making a high musical chirp with every beat. Janet and Mandy adjusted their tempo, and by the time I rested my head on the soft bouncing ass of my sister, we were all going in perfect unison. We were breathing as one, moaning as one, our hips were all grinding and thrusting as one. While the four of us were like a well-rehearsed musical ballet, Jerry just made weird noises, kicked, struggled, and did everything out of sync. His dick finally got soft and fell out, so I slid down and humped his leg. We were all getting frustrated. We were in such desperate need, and he was just lying there like a lump. “The Sybian,” Janet said. I didn’t want to stop, but Janet pushed me off. She got Carol to help, and we got the Sybian over, plugged in, and were putting on the biggest dildo attachment we could find when Mandy’s desperate cries got our attention. “He’s getting away.” Jerry was trying to get out the front door, and Mandy was fighting him all by herself. He started yelling for help when he saw us coming, but Mandy bolted and locked the door while the rest of us wrestled him back to the middle of the room. You should have seen the fight he put up. If we hadn’t all been hyped up, I don’t think we would have ever got that dildo thing up his ass. I can’t blame him for making a fuss. The Sybian is designed for women to ride, not men. Besides, once we got him on it, we bent him backwards so we could all ride different parts of his body while the Sybian kept him moving. Mandy was riding his face when we turned the machine up high, and he screamed into her pussy for a long time. Mandy enjoyed that a lot, but he had stopped screaming by the time it was my turn to ride his face. It was some time after that that I broke free from the mesmerizing hold, and now, as I rubbed myself on his leg, I found I could think again. Carol got off him and curled into a ball on the floor. She was crying and rocking as she held her head. “Put your head on the Sybian thing,” I said. “It hurts,” Carol cried, and kept rocking. I didn’t want to get off Jerry, but watching Carol was making me cry. I jumped off, blubbering like a baby, and dragged her over to the Sybian machine. As soon as I got her head on the rubber thing, I ran back to Jerry’s leg. Once there, I could relax. I watched Carol, and I could feel Jerry’s spell on me weakening. She was on her knees; face down on the Sybian, ass up in the air. As the vibrating slide moved her head left and right, her ass swayed back and forth in counterbalance. The red crescent of her pussy was framed by her milky white thighs, and the whole picture was calling me as strongly as Jerry’s evil chemistry. “Can you think yet?” I said when she staggered back. “A little, but I can’t stop.” “Me neither,” I said. “Do you think we’re getting immune to whatever it is?” “No. I think it’s just getting weaker. Look at the way he’s sweating. It must be washing off.” “I’m going to come again,” Carol said. “Me too. Hold me.” We hugged each other as we came again, but it wasn’t as bad as the earlier ones. “This is awful,” she said, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Yeah,” I said. It was awful, we both knew it, but our hips kept thrusting us up and down Jerry’s leg. “What’ll we do?” she said. She was brushing the hair out of my face, and trying to comb my hair with her fingers. I must have looked a fright. “We have to get even with him for this,” I said, as another orgasmic shudder wracked my body. “He might be learning his lesson right now,” Carol said. I could see what she meant. All of us were wrecks, but Jerry was a disaster area. He’d been fighting for air for hours now, and it had taken its toll. He was dripping sweat, half the mountain could hear every time he got a breath, and the only time he moved was when he had one of those muscle twitches. “Eewww,” Carol said, pointing at his dick. Janet was just getting off it, and we could see that someone had tied a stocking around the bottom of his dick. His balls were pushed halfway up the shaft because of the way they’d wound it around, and the whole thing was covered with big veins and purple looking. “That’s so ugly,” I said. “Yeah,” Carol said. She had mounted him and was guiding it into her pussy. “There’s some blood on his ass,” I said. I was watching his purple dick disappear into her bright, pink pussy. His two little balls ballooned out every time she pressed down on him. “I think he had a nose bleed too,” Carol said as she went up and down. I took a break to help Janet over to the Sybian machine and push her head down on the nubs. It worked on Janet much faster than Carol or me, and she was back on Jerry in no time. “Why are we doing this?” Janet said from Jerry’s other leg. “Some kind of sex drug he developed,” Carol gasped as she started coming again. “This is revolting,” Janet said. “I hate men.” She was pulling his knee up so she could rub on him harder. Love Potion Number Nine “Who is this bastard,” Mandy said. She was sitting on his face, facing us, and kept punching Jerry’s chest as she rode him. “Jerry,” I said, and pinched his leg. “He’s our kid brother,” Carol added, and punched him in the gut. “Do that again,” Janet squealed. I felt it too. Jerry’s legs had come alive when Carol gut punched him, and it felt great. It only lasted for a few more punches, but Mandy and Carol kept on punching him. “It’s not working any more,” Janet said. “But it feels good,” Mandy said. “Yeah,” Carol said. I tried it, and so did Janet. It was the strangest thing. Punching him felt almost as good as rubbing on him. I think we all felt much better when we added punching, and slapping to the rubbing. I was the first to get off him; whatever that crap was, it was gone. I hurt all over. My hands and wrists were throbbing, every breath felt like fire, but my pussy was the worst of all. It felt as if I’d ripped all the skin off, and I could barely move, it hurt so much. Carol got off next, and sat on the floor trying to blow on her pussy. “We have to kill him.” Janet said. She sounded dead serious, and kicked him to boot. “Don’t,” I said, but my heart wasn’t really in it. “Oww,” Mandy said after she got up. She was dancing from foot to foot all bowlegged going; “Ow, ow ow, ow ow.” Jerry’s moans and efforts to move made us stop what we were doing, and four sets of hostile eyes turned to regard him. We drifted into a circle around him, and he curled into a tight little ball on the floor. “What’ll we do?” Mandy said. “I know what to do,” Janet said, and left. “He’s got to pay for this,” Carol said. I was about to add my two cents when I saw Janet coming back from the kitchen. “No,” I screamed. She was holding a steak knife. “No.” “No,” the others chimed in. “Let me at least pop that purple thing,” Janet said. “Put the knife down,” Carol said. “He’s getting away,” Janet said. “We can’t catch him until you put that knife away,” I said. She threw the knife into the fireplace, and we all had to giggle when she went after Jerry. A tree sloth could have caught Jerry the way he was dragging himself across the floor, but Janet pounced on him like a starving Cheetah. “Please,” Jerry croaked, clawing the floor as Janet dragged him back. “So what do we do with him now?” I said. We had stuffed him head first into the firewood box, and Janet had been able to latch the far corner of the cover. The top was digging into his butt, and all he could do was wave his legs in the air. “Let me out. I’m sorry, okay?” “I say leave him like that and check back next winter,” Janet said. “Come on guys, I think I have to go to the hospital. Let me out. Please?” “We should untie that stocking,” Carol said. “Yeah,” I said. It was digging into his flesh, and even his balls had turned a dark purple. “I’ve got to put something on my pussy first. It stings so much, my eyes are starting to water.” We all crowded around the medicine cabinet, quickly found five different things that made it worse, and two that made it horribly worse. In fact, the only thing that made things even marginally better was an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush. Janet used it to whack Jerry’s butt until his cheeks were cherry red. “Take that sock off while you’re up there,” Carol said as she sat on the couch, fanning between her legs with a copy of Cosmo. “Janet!” I yelled, rushing over when I heard Jerry screaming. “Your brother is a crybaby,” Janet sulked as she stalked off. Her idea of taking the stocking off was wrapping the loose end around her fist, bracing her foot on the wood box, and pulling with all her might. “Hold still, stupid,” we had to tell him as we carefully cut the stocking off. “I can make something to stop you pussies from hurting,” Jerry said from inside the wood box. “I could cut your balls off so you’d know what it feels like,” Janet said. “He probably could make something,” I said. “Let me out. This is killing me. I’m getting splinters and there are spiders all over. What if there’s a black widow?” “What a crybaby,” Janet said. “Oh, wait. I know where there’s a black widow. I could catch it in a glass.” “Forget it, Janet,” I said. “We’re not going to kill him. What’s your problem?” “That son-of-a-bitch got my cherry,” Janet said. “It isn’t fair.” We all hugged her as she broke down. I know you guys won’t understand how a girl who’d had my sister’s fist inside her could still think she had a cherry to pop, but there’s more to being a virgin than a thin membrane. We all agreed that cutting off his offending appendages would be fair compensation, and from the clattering inside the wood box, Jerry must have thought we meant it literally. We finally let Jerry out of the box, and he made a paste that worked so well that I came close to forgiving him. We were all nervous about Janet. She had gotten very quiet and deep in thought. We were afraid she was really planning to kill him. Shows how wrong you can be. There was a reason why Janet and her family were so rich. They were able to see opportunities where the rest of us wouldn’t think of them. She figured the whole thing out while we were all dabbing Jerry’s healing paste on our genitals. The company’s called Earth-Mothers of Crestline Inc., so everybody will think we’re eco-nuts and leave us alone. We have a staff of over a hundred girls now, and we’ve been adjusting the attitudes of wayward men for over seven months. Jerry’s new formula doesn’t cause headaches, and he’s come up with an amazing ‘Tough Skin’ jell that protects sensitive parts of the female anatomy without interfering with the pleasure of rubbing ourselves on whoever the lucky guy is. Do you have a man who can’t keep his mind on his work because he’s always thinking of sex? Is your husband always chasing skirts and dreaming of having sex with a harem of girls? Maybe you’re a man and you know how your sexual obsessions are interfering with leading a productive life. 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