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Sex Potion: My Crazy Mind Control Summer
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© Copyright 2016, Veronica Sloan, All Rights Reserved
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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are 18-years-old and older. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: This is a work of erotic fantasy. The sexual situations depicted in this book are performed under the influence of mind control. In real life, consent is never an option. That's why I've written this story down, so we can enjoy being naughty together in the privacy and comfort of our minds. Thank you for partaking in my smut, and remember to bump uglies responsibly!
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Chapter 1: A Sex Potion Party
It was all Brit's idea. I told her it was a disaster waiting to happen, but she was insatiable. She couldn't be stopped!
Well, I could have stopped her if I said no, but where's the fun in that?
"You know you want to," she said, her freckles sparkling in the sun. We were sitting on the rim of the big koi pond at the Culver Mall. It was June, school was out, and we'd come to this nearly abandoned temple of consumerism to discuss our agenda for the summer. We'd spent the last few days fucking each other's brains out on the sex potion before finally deciding it was getting in the way of our friendship. Frankly, it was getting in the way of everything.
"I do want to," I admitted, "but it's too risky."
A school of fat multi-colored fish watched us from just below the water's surface. Brit took a nugget from our bag of Wetzel's Pretzels and tossed it to them. It hit the water with a GLONK! and vanished under the wiggling rainbow. Tails slapped the surface as the koi fought for the salty snack.
I sighed. "That, Brit. Your master plan is gonna end up looking a lot like that."
Brit's "master plan" had two parts, the first of which involved crashing the biggest party of the summer at Jayla Winters' house. That was a bad idea by itself. Neither Brit nor I were members of the high school elite or the cool college crowd that was sure to be in attendance. There was a good chance we'd be kicked out on general principle.
But then of course there was the second part of Brit's plan: Drinking the sex potion before we arrived. That was a terrible idea, and I told her so.
"There'll be too many people. Brit, you know how this stuff works. It starts slow and then it spreads like wildfire."
She was grinning from ear to ear. "But we could do whatever we wanted! Or dress however we want. It won't matter. When the pheromones kick in, we'll be like celebrities. Do I really have to sell you on this? After four years of being a social outcast, you get to be Kevin Rudolph Nelson-"
"-we do not mention my middle name!"
"Kevin Nelson, coolest dude at the party."
I stuck a pretzel nugget in my mouth and chewed on it ruefully. "You're stroking my ego now. It won't work."
Her eyes flashed. She knew me too well. "Before he up and left for Stanford, Kevin was the coolest fucking guy of the summer." Her voice rose dramatically as she delivered her speech to the fishes: "He stepped through the door and every chick's eyes fell on him. 'Who da hell is that?' they cried as their panties turned to puddles. 'We must obey his eeeee-very carnal desire!'"
I'll admit, hearing her say it, even in that faux Shakespearian lilt, got me half hard.
"Clarissa will be there," she added.
And then I understood. My best friend had a fantasy about my sister's best friend, and it involved all three of us.
"We don't have to wait for a party," I said. "We can-"
"You know how I feel about that," she interrupted. "If we did it at your house it would feel like an ambush. For all we know, Clarissa's planning on getting gangbanged at that party anyway."
"I don't think that's likely."
"Kevinnnnnn," Brit whined. "I wanna fuck the school hottie with youuuuuu."
I laughed, even though she was being purposefully annoying. I was surprised when Brit first told me about her fantasy - I figured all the times Clarissa casually called my best friend a "fucking dyke" would have put her off. But Brit's opinion of the girl was the same as mine: Clarissa was an alpha bitch, and there was something undeniably attractive about that. She had a rotten soul and a killer body; the temptation to do terribly dirty things to her was overwhelming.
But the thought of using the potion in such a crowded space worried me. I remembered how Vanessa and Cindy and Lauren and Sarah (and the other Sarah) had swarmed me right before I made my move on Ms. Phillips. It was a thrill, but the potion was just starting to take effect. If they'd suggested an orgy right there in English class, I wouldn't have had the willpower to deny them. And if I lost control, where would their runaway hormones take them?
"Sexing up a mob of horny teenagers and twenty-somethings is asking for trouble," I said. "It's..." I winced as the word tumbled out of my mouth, "irresponsible."
Brit shot me a look. "This coming from the guy who brainwashed his sister's BFFs and assfucked his girlfriend's mom in one afternoon."
"Look, that's-" But I couldn't deny it. I was at the mercy of my cock, and the potion just made it more persuasive.
Brit stroked my hand. "Neither of us is innocent, Kev. But it's magic! How can we not use it to have a blast? Just do this with me!"
She really did love it. Out of arguments, I took another nugget of pretzel and tossed it in the water. The Koi swarmed it, and I pointed meaningfully.
Brit considered the fish with an academic frown. With her attention focused elsewhere, I studied her lips. They were pink and pert, and always betrayed her true expression.
We'd been friends for so long and I'd never thought Brit was pretty - not the way Gail or Clarissa or Ms. Phillips was. But the more intimate we'd become, the more I found myself looking at her - really looking at her, whether in conversation or as we screwed like wild rabbits. The way she lost all composure in those moments, the way her cheeks flushed, it was such a different side to her than I'd ever known. Usually she was cracking jokes and putting me in my place, but when she was naked, when I was inside her, all of that was stripped away.
It was a problem, because I liked having Brit as my best friend - and I also liked the way she wrapped her pink lips around my cock. I joked that she was getting pretty good at it for a lesbian, though she said our sessions had pushed her firmly into the bisexual camp.
It wasn't my sexual prowess that did it, though. It was the potion. After our first time in the old lady's house, I let Brittany try the juice for herself. We discovered that it worked just as well on men as it did on women, and she'd used it on me as well as a few other girls she'd been hooking up with on her softball team. I'll admit, being on the receiving end was a little scary - I had no idea what she'd do to me when she was calling the shots - but it was also a rush.
When I drank the juice, it stoked the horny fires that were already burning inside me. I felt it twist through my veins and amplify the primal urge to fuck. My cock buzzed like a lightsaber, my balls swung like anchors, and every thrust felt heavy and heroic and spectacular. When Brit drank the juice and used its powers on me, I felt like a pinball machine with an infinite roll of quarters up my ass.
The desire started slow, like a monster wave rolling in from miles away. You could feel it drag you from the shore of sanity. Your heart beat fast, you didn't know why your inhibitions were disappearing, and for a moment you were agitated, frustrated, confused...and then the wave crashed down. Your mind was emptied of obstacles and you became a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten in months, a flower bereft of the sun, a cracked desert just starting to darken from the rainclouds gathering above. Everything in your life became secondary to fulfilling one primal need: Getting laid.
Under the influence of the magic mind control, my cock was so sensitive that any foreign touch was like its own small orgasm. Brit said that's what it was like for her body, too. She was overwhelmed by the need to be filled. That was why the sex juice, the sex potion, the sparkling crimson madness, had played havoc with her sexuality. She'd had crushes on guys before, but until that NEED hit her she'd been reluctant to explore. When the desire overwhelmed her, the ache was undeniable. An expert tongue on her clit could still take her to paradise, she said, but drunk on the juice, she wanted the full package.
The need to be "filled" wasn't felt so much on my end (though you're up for pretty much anything when your mind's being controlled), but the urge to touch, to squeeze, to kiss, caress, that's dialed to eleven. From what I've been told about ecstasy, it's a lot like that, except with an accompanying desire to empty your balls at your master's command. Brit had a lot of fun taking me to the very brink of orgasm and then forcing me to back off and service her. Once, she did it to me over the course of two hours. When she finally let me cum, it was Niagara Falls.
We'd done a lot of experimenting with each other, and it was all so new to us that it didn't change our friendship at all. We could laugh together as we explored our bodies, comfortable in both our relationship and the magic. Nothing could be more platonic or more pleasant.
That's all bullshit, of course. It changed everything.
I loved Brit as a friend, but you can't cum inside someone on a regular basis and not feel something more. We did have fun, and we did laugh, but the more we did it the more we drifted from friends to the fuzzy area on the other side of lovers. Technically we were "fuck buddies," but I have a suspicion that only works if you're strictly fucking. The fact is, Brit and I were buddies first. I guess that put us in "friends with benefits" territory, but it wasn't territory we were comfortable in.
The magic was also a huge factor that couldn't be ignored. The weird little postman was right: The more we used it, the hornier we got, and it was very clear that we were messing with something we had no real understanding of.
Meanwhile, and I understood this part even less, Brit was still questioning her sexuality. I asked her what was so complicated about it, but she said it would be hard for me to understand because I just wanted to fuck every woman on Earth. I told her that was only mostly true - relatives and the morbidly obese were the exception. She said her desires were a little more nuanced than that, and no she wasn't secretly in love with me, the one dude who could fuck the hetero into her. We did agree, however, that losing our virginity brought with it a lot of unexpected emotions - emotions we were unprepared to confront - so we decided to stop fucking each other.