Twins 02 Aphrodisiac {Mr Slot} (mf mf mf druged)
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…." He was cut off in mid sentence as he was dragged
into a nearby janitors 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 the time that 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?"

"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.
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 I've heard that she's also 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 Piermont High.

"You are screwed Tracy. You will 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
coming.

"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 best 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 Cliffy."

"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…" 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!"