Chapter 6

Since Harriet’s mother had given the go ahead, it seemed only fair to follow through the next time we met at her house; which, as it happened, was going to be a Friday. Odd day for a homework session, but the idea was to get it out of the way before the weekend so they could enjoy their parties and sleepovers in peace. The Friday session had become something of a party/sleepover for the three of them anyway. The three would stay over, barely saying goodbye when I left as they were already into discussing boys/drink/films/fashion etc. I laid my plans, made sure I had plenty of condoms of different types, held back from sex for ages (three days!) and borrowed my aunt’s vibrator and dildo – I told her I would wash them thoroughly before and after use. Since I was inside my aunt when I asked if I could borrow them, she wasn’t likely to say no, what she said was “Shut up and take them, just concentrate on my cunt you little bastard”. She didn’t like to be distracted when she was near her third orgasm – I’d already used the vibrator on her. I still couldn’t get over the fact that this lovely, welcoming, church-going lady could turn into the foul-mouthed whore from Babylon when I was in the room (okay, when my pheromone was in the room). It set me thinking along similar lines to Jerry: there was some serious research potential embedded in the unlimited sexual exploitation of the female desire. I mean, were all women just putting on a show – consciously or unconsciously – of being respectable, reasonable creatures? Were they all really keen to fuck every prick they saw, every way they could, but just sublimated those desires with cooking and fashion? Or was this pheromone causing some brain changes? I didn’t think Aunty Jean regretted anything now – after that initial hang-up about having fucked her nephew. She’d even been cool about me and Jackie.

The homework session at Harriet’s was going to be a test; we (Jerry and I) thought that we should try three dose levels through the evening to see if the reactions changed. Jerry gave me a little deskcam to leave running on the table. “You might get distracted and forget some details.” He said. I had no concept how anybody could still be so scientific when the chance of sex with three lovely girls was in the offing – I suppose that was what he was saying too, my scientific brain might become less objective with a girl wrapped around by cock.

I started the homework session with no spray, a kind of null point check – not entirely a fair test since they might find Math a turn off, and English Literature later an almighty turn on (seemed unlikely, Charles Dickens had never been mentioned as an erotic aid in my hearing – but we had to be aware of the flaws in the scientific method). After half an hour, the girls were falling asleep with boredom.

“I have absolutely no interest in calculating the weight of an object by the amount of liquid it displaces. How is that even math? And how would I do it anyway?” said Harriet, folding her arms petulantly under her boobs. I tried one last thing.

“Well, imagine you are in the bath, you fill the bath to the brim, but sit so your boobs are just above the water. Then you let them sink in, and the bath overflows. The amount it overflows by is the weight of your –”

“Yeah yeah. Trust you to think of that! You boys are all the same. STOP LOOKING AT THEM! Or you can go home.” She was getting cross. Time for a one-tenth spray. I went to the bathroom, returned suitably attired and waited to see if it had an effect.

“Sorry.” Said Harriet. “I mean, I understand what you just said; you could have used my whole body [Yes please!] like Euclid did. Was it Euclid?” Well, it was Archimedes, but wow! She had learnt something academic after all. “Anyway, sorry to get cross. Can we switch subjects?” Well, Harriet apologising was a first, so maybe a little spray helps, then Jo was definitely touching my leg, she’d never done that before. Mandy was looking ... at Jo! At her arse actually. Oh, she was! A second test? Would we get to see what happened if a lesbian got to smell this? One-tenth wasn’t enough to bring on a full response, we worked a little longer – and they were all three more attentive; maybe sex hormones were a good learning process? ‘Learn this and you get a fuck’ could be a new educational approach, but it might take a while to become mainstream.

I took a break, sprayed up to normal (so the idea was 1/10, 1, 10x in this first test. We kind of thought we knew 10x was going to be crazy). The effect was immediate. Jo sat in her short skirt on the floor, legs straight out at thirty, forty, then fifty degrees to each other. She was trying to make me look up her skirt, which wasn’t the hardest job I’ve had in my life. Beside me, Mandy was looking too. I wondered if Jo realised she was giving Mandy the hots. A hand came over my shoulder and massaged my chest.

“Chris, haven’t we done enough homework tonight? I mean...” She didn’t even wait to be asked, she just leant round and sucked the breath out of me with a kiss that was long, sensuous, wet and tongue. Mandy was looking at us now, I still couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I had to test this.

“Mandy? You want a kiss too?”

“Umm, well ... yes ... I think so.” I could see she was confused, she didn’t know why she wanted to kiss a boy; she really wanted to kiss Jo.

“Kiss me first, then maybe Jo will slide her long, sinuous fingers up your skirt.” I said. Mandy knelt astride my legs and kissed me, Jo did precisely what I suggested. Mandy’s eyes were barely two inches away, I could tell she liked what was happening behind her, was surprised but happy. My hand went down to her tight bottom and found Jo’s under Mandy’s skirt and rubbing her crack. I took her hand and pushed it down the waistband of the panties. Mandy was even more surprised and even more happy. My fingers followed Jo’s and found she was already at that open rear door; so I moved mine round to the front ... and Mandy had the first orgasm of the evening with her tongue and mine entwined (that’s what it felt like) and fingers in her twat and her arse and a thumb pressing on her fun button. Of course, she might have been a bi-sexual rather than simply preferring slush puppy to sticks of rock. As Jerry had predicted, my interest in objective scientific enquiry waned rapidly in an arithmetic relationship to the amount of female flesh on offer.

I pushed Mandy’s broad smile gently away and pulled Jo nearer to me, it was as if she understood my very thoughts! She unzipped me and pulled out my solid erection and wrapped her Cerise-Gold lipstick covered mouth around the tip with an eagerness that nearly overcame me. Nearly, but not quite. I had begged Jerry to look into Viagra like molecules that could be made in a school lab, but he wasn’t interested in an everlasting cock unless it was something he could play with, and even then he said it was a problem that had already been solved. So I had to hold Jo off from sucking my life fluids out and turning big Tom into little Willy.

I was now the least clothed of all of us, in that my equipment was on show. The girls were all up for it – not one was a virgin, I got that information out of all of them as they hovered round me like three cock-vampires. Even Mandy had gone all the way with some cousin, to see what it was like. “And what was it like?”

“Like someone ramming a loo-brush up your arse! Oh, but you’d be different, I know. You can do what you like to me.” ‘Yup, a genuine, died in the wool lezzer’, I concluded unscientifically; and one sniff of eau-de-John and she’s up for anal sex!

Harriet was slithering over me now, that’s what it felt like. I was hard as a rock and I knew I had to let off some steam, somehow. So I suggested we play rock, paper, scissors strip. Since the end result was that one of them got a load delivered deep, deep inside, even this childish and frankly slightly insulting suggestion (‘I don’t care which one of you I fuck’) was accepted with alacrity. They all ‘tried’ to lose and thereby lose clothing. I was happy to help where I could. A few buttons on a shirt, here; a zip on a skirt there. Soon Harriet was down to panties, I’m sure her breasts were beating with desire. They rose and fell with her breathing, but they seemed to swell and shrink too. They were pink. Fuck, I thought, is she going to have a heart attack? She lost the next round and I pulled her panties off from behind and buried my head into her lovely buttocks. I’d never tasted girl arse until then, only womanly, older arse – yes, yes I had tasted my own, I’m curious okay? – and it was no better than I expected, but it was still a massive turn on.

Together, the other two turned Harriet over, held her down gently but firmly. If I’d thought we might disappear to another room and return smiling like the bridge club, I was wrong. I didn’t waste time arguing and she didn’t try and stop me, she was desperate to get me inside and we agreed on that. She was wet, and tight. A perfect combination. Her moans of being stretched open uncomfortably went with her moans that I should push deeper. Even when my pelvis was bouncing on hers, she was encouraging me to push harder, further. We came together. We did! She was so hot for it that she came because I was pulsing my spunk into her. She loved it. What happened next took my breath away.

As I pulled out, Jo lunged for my cock and looked ready to swallow it whole. Mandy went for the wet and slithery cunt and licked it so much, and so enthusiastically, and so deeply that Harriet arched her back and yelled “I love this. I LOVE THIS. I Llooooovvve ooofhhhhh!” I just moved round behind Mandy, with Jo still happily sucking on my semi-hard prick, I pulled Mandy’s panties down and started fingering between her legs. She was making noises like a pig on heat – I guess – slurping in the most erotic way I’ve ever heard. Now she was being fingered at the same time, Mandy and Harriet gurgled with pleasure and Harriet discovered she had another orgasm in her as Mandy started shouting through her slurps. Harriet later said that having a wet, sticky mouth shouting up her cunt was the most exciting thing she knew. Mandy dribbled some wee as she came, I pushed her pants back up to catch it, though they were only very thin. She’d have a damp groin for the rest of the evening.

So, what of Jo? Jo was sitting on her own, watching the show, with her hand down her panties. We all looked at her and she knew she was the new target. “Take her clothes off, yes, all of them.” I said. Two girls eagerly stripped the third, who wasn’t that hesitant really. Naked, she crawled towards me. I really wasn’t ready yet, so I produced a couple of vibrators. She was surprised, I think. It kind of implied I had planned this – which I had, of course – but how could I have known they would turn into sex mad nymphomaniacs? Clearly the drug didn’t stop the target thinking, only that their sex urge overrode everything. I gave the vibrators to Mandy and Harriet and they started on their friend. With one up each hole, she was overwhelmed once, twice, three times. She lay in a damp patch of sweat with a silly grin on her face.