The Cupid Effect Ch. 15

"FAAAAAWWWKK!!" Irwin pounced on the statuesque redhead, completely burying himself inside her steaming tightness and instantly climaxing, hard. The strength left him as he collapsed on top of Tiffany.

Irwin was breathing harder than ever before, feeling like he'd run a marathon as she pushed a large breast against his lips until her thick nipple found entrance inside. Irwin suckled as Tiffany's inner walls massaged his flaccid length back into full stiffness. He'd never felt anything like it before with the pulsing tightness contrasted by the extremely drenched wetness as he continued orgasmed until he was a whimpering mess of humanity. Gabby was lying face down as Teddy found entrance into her backdoor using her with wild, animalistic abandon. It was everything he could do not to penetrate her vaginally, almost sending him into a stroke. Memories of the many times, Gabby had talked of her dream wedding and subsequent honeymoon night helped the slight teen focus. His unrequited love went unnoticed as he battled not to steal away her dreams. His hands were flat on the matted, flannel blanket underneath them on either side of Gabby's head. He soon realized that she was tensing up around his girth in time with his thrusts.

"Gah-Gabby?" Her small fists had ensnared the pointer fingers on either side of her head, softly squeezing in affirmation. Her head was lying on its side affording him a view of her profile as her eye strained in his direction.

"Harder." She whispered.

Tiffany rolled over on top of Irwin, never disengaging as he weakly shot a few more loads inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her rounded hips twerked against his crotch until he was irreversibly spent. She shook him a few times in frustration before her eyes rested on Teddy and Gabby's moment. The thin teen was draped over his smaller friend, sensually taking her from behind in the prone position. She had to resist the urge to dig her nails into the face of the other female in the room as her cunt pulsed with urgent need. Any attention directed at someone other than her was a threat as a surge of intense emotion washed over her being, uncontrollably taking her to places dark. There was something calling out to her; beckoning to her before she'd appeared amongst the group of awkward teens.

"Harder, please!!" Gabby gasped as her eyes locked onto Tiffany's own, breath coming in short, stilted desperate gasps. Teddy arched his back, shoving his member into her as she continued flexing around his extension with her inner walls. He was bottoming out against her flat buttocks as his heart pounded loudly in his bird chest.

"Fuck it, harder; FUCK MY ASS!!" Gabby shouted shrilly never taking her eyes away from Tiffany. Her actions seemed designed to garner the redhead's approval. She could've cared less who was using her body.

"I-I'm trying, I'm trying to make you-!!" His words trailed off in a hoarse gasp as he met Tiffany's glare finding it piercing in this strange manner as his inner thighs tightened up. The unseen tether between them grew stronger as he pulled out of his secret crush, his unrequited love focused only on the beautiful woman watching in the darkness. There was no where else to look but her face with its smattering of freckles across her thin nose and her full, pouty lips. He wanted her more than anything, wanted to give her his spunk. Teddy's cock sank deep into her mouth up to his pubic mound, climaxing in several bursts. His hands cupped the back of her head finding no resistance as he humped her face to contentment.

Unexpectantly his knees gave out as his leg became rubbery collapsing before the auburn haired beauty. Tiffany swung a leg over his narrow body, mounting the exhausted teen as his member roared back to life the moment her slit touched his length. He rigidly slid up into her tightening snatch finding the sopping wetness in contrast to the pulsing walls on his girth. He could feel her juicy cheeks cradling his erection as Tiffany popped her rounded hips against him in an increasing tempo. She appeared frustrated after as few moments pausing to collect the back of his knees with her biceps while she shifted until her knees rested under his thighs. His tall, lanky stature made it easier for the larger, girl to mount him as her nails dug into his pecks. He tried to cover his face with his arm, ashamed at being taken in a vulnerable position in front of his friends. Tiffany had assumed a masculine posture covering his body with her own while his thin, spindly legs waved about in the air as she ground into his pelvis. Her grasp was powerful pulling forcefully at his arm until his face was uncovered. Her tongue sank into his mouth in a deep, soulful kiss that almost felt like she was taking something from him. She pushed away from him cupping the underside of his chin forcing it in Gabby's direction. It felt like she could rip his head off if she wanted.

"AAAAAAWWWGGGGHHHH!!" His body could take no more as his eyes met Gabby's own. She looked horrified lying flat on the blanket amongst her friends. She was crying silently as he lost consciousness.

"Come on, fuck me...give me some more, bitch." Tiffany straddled the unconscious teen's prone body angrily shaking him until she realized he was done. She realized that Gabby was the only other conscious person in the small boiler room.

"Wanna fuck?"

"No."

"Wanna fuck?" Tiffany asked, robotically oblivious to the distressed girl in front of her.

"Please, no." Gabby begged, unable to move from the fetal position she'd assumed on the floor. Her limbs felt like lead weights were holding them down. Tiffany crawled forward staring at the smaller girl like a hungry animal.

"WANNA FUCK?!!" Tiffany snarled, reaching out.

"PLEASE GOD, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!" Gabby screamed rolling up into a ball as Tiffany realized what she'd been doing to the group of awkward, nerdy teens. She looked around at Irwin and Teddy lying unconscious, looking like discarded playthings. Chris was propped up against the brick wall, slumped over in a seated position, his head hung to the side. His eyes were open, but the pupils were rolled up into his head.

"I-I'm sorry; I didn't mean it." Tiffany's gaze rested back on the cowering girl, afraid to look up at her.

"Don't hurt us, anymore."

"I won't, you've gotta believe that, okay? I-I just came down here and uhm, things got all fucked up, what's your name anyway?" Tiffany panicked biting on her nails in a nervous fit.

"Just let us go, we won't say anything; I promise." Gabby was trembling.

"What's your name? Just tell me and uhm, I don't know. What is your name, huh?"

"Please."

"WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING NAME, BITCH?!!" Tiffany suddenly lunged at Gabby.

"GAAAA-BBY, GABBY, GABBY, GABBY, GABBY, GABBY, GABBY, PLEEEEAASE DON'T KILL MEEEEEE!!" Tiffany tumbled backward surprised by her own aggression as the girl sobbed uncontrollably. She considered bolting from the boiler room as her eyes caught sight of the girl's upended bag. A very low glow was emanating from its darkened interior. She snatched the bag eventually discovering the Androstenone-X vial in the unsealed thermos. The hairs on her arm stood up as she handled illuminated glass tube. The golden hue caught her eye, nearly sending the auburn haired cheerleader into a trance before she looked down at Gabby.

"What is this shit? Answer me, geek meat." The prior guilt had washed out of her consciousness as she stared into the brilliance of the oily liquid inside the tube.

"Chemical." Gabby whimpered.

"You know what I mean; tell me what this is, Gabby." A sheath of heat covered Tiffany's body making her feel even more lustful than before.

"Ir-Irwin, he took it from Mr. Finkle's class; he stole it and brought it down here!! He took it from that Poindexter guy's work station!! That guy made it, go ask him what it is!!" Gabby curled tighter into a ball expecting something bad to happen.

"Yeah, I've seen this stuff before..." Tiffany's nostrils were flaring.

"Can I go? You can keep these guys if you want, Tiffany." Gabby begged, caring little for her waylaid friends.

"What does this shit do?"

"Irwin, the guy who took it, says that its some kind of aphrodisiac that Poindexter made!! He thinks it made you and Kelsey, "like him" you know?!!" Tiffany looked down at Irwin's unconscious, pimpled face feeling a twinge of disgust. She stared at the vial recalling her first tryst with Dexter under the stairwell near the gym and the torrid threesome with Kelsey. Gabby watched the redhead's posture relax as her shoulders slumped.

"He used that on you, didn't he?" Tiffany nodded weakly. She looked over at Gabby with wet eyes, vulnerability replacing her rampant aggression. Tiffany face was wet with tears.

"Sorry, but you should probably take that stuff to the police or something. I-I'm going now and uhm, I won't say anything, Tiffany." Gabby gingerly began crawling by on her hands and knees, inching past her antagonist.

"No." Gabby yelped as she was yanked back into Tiffany's chest. The girls struggled against one another with Tiffany gaining the upper hand in seconds as she mounted Gabby pinning her arms under her knees. She leaned forward picking up the vial of Androstenone-X eyeing it and Tiffany as she unscrewed the top. Gabby's eyes widened as she screamed while Tiffany dipped a finger into the oily solution. Tiffany's finger found a home in her mouth spreading the chemical around inside. The smell of honeysuckle filled Gabby's prominent nose in contrast with the twinge of bitterness that clung to the corners of her mouth.

"Wanna fuck?"

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The rain was falling steadily pelting the earth with elongated pellets of moisture splattering spectacularly on everything beneath the grayed heavens. There were a couple of lighting flashes off in the distance as Uncle Joe pulled into his driveway activating the automatic garage door. There had been this lingering sense of anxiety following him around for most of the afternoon. It was something intangible and yet, all intrusive encroaching on his person. His work suffered a bit as he called it a day hours earlier driving to the local supermarket for some ingredients for his famous beef stew. He still felt kind of weird and uncomfortable as if something was directing his actions just out of peripheral view. The feeling continued to nag at him throughout the entire shopping excursion, making him quick of step in a manner that suggested a form or pursuit by some invisible assailant. He'd looked over his shoulder even while driving home at every red light. The backseat was empty at every stop; he was alone, or was he? He'd turned his radio on and off in fits of paranoia becoming relieved as his home came into view through the windshield.

The garage door raised halfway before stalling, partially revealing the darkened interior. Uncle Joe was obliged to exit the car manually raising the door into the open position. He was undated with rain as the storm ramped up considerably in seconds. The first thing that caught his eye was the cage containing one of his nephew's pet mice. Joe knew that his brilliant nephew was working on something that involved this mouse, partially worrying him as he peered into the cage.

The cage was empty.

Joe figured that Dexter had probably taken the mouse, affectionately known as "Lester" to school with him. The anxiety returned on the sly, creeping all over his person as her entered the house walking down the corridor to his kitchen. The natural loner kept a small television in the kitchen which he switched on to keep him company as he unpacked his meager groceries. The local news had issued a warning regarding a severe weather system fast approaching their town. He watched as a reporter spoke from the town square covered in bright yellow rain gear. The balding man was being battered by the elements as the picture on his screen flickered and warped a bit before he switched it off. Joe dialed up his nephew, worried that he would get caught in the deluge. After getting Dexter's answering machine a few times, Joe resolved to finish cooking his beef stew.

He wondered if his nephew would even be coming home; Dexter seemed to have his hands full with Agnes Newton and Kelsey Taylor. He suspected there were other girls as well, quietly envying his relative. He'd always assumed that Dexter would end up with his lab partner, but after meeting the other girl, a cheerleader entirely smitten with nephew enough to give him pause. He'd believed Kelsey's feelings had stemmed from sincere regret at her violent actions that left Dexter doused with an unknown chemical. She appeared at his doorstep desperate enough to wait in a similar storm for his nephew with little regard to her own health. She'd stolen his I.D. Card to legitimize her reason for stopping by, going further than he would have thought by offering her body to him in exchange for access to his nephew. Joe shuddered at the memory of her perfect figure and beauty that looked like it leapt off some swimsuit calendar. In the nights that followed, Joe wondered how he'd been able to resist taking the eighteen-year-old right there on his living room floor. Quite plain and shamefully put, Kelsey Taylor was a living sex goddess. The girl could have anyone she wanted and was probably destined to marry into money even though she was already considerably wealthy. A check had arrived in the mail from her father likely as a bribe. He'd left it on the mantle place untouched meaning to talk to Dexter about it when all the weirdness had begun to invade their lives. His mind drifted back to Kelsey's semi-nude figure in his living room glistening with rain water. The stew was already bubbling on the stovetop. He was jolted from the memory by a quick series of rapping at his backdoor.

"Agnes?"

She was standing there in front of him just outside the locked, screen door looking in his direction. She was drenched from head to toe with no coat or umbrella to shield her from the elements. The large wool sweater that she habitually wore over her torso was sagging low on her body. Her curly shock of brown hair was matted to her head in a soggy mess. There was no expression on her face as she stared directly at him. She made no sound, other than her own pronounced breathing.

"Come in here; what are you doing walking around outside like that?!!" His paternal instincts kicked in as he opened the screen door allowing her inside.

"What's going on; did something happen, with Dexter?" she almost looked like she was in shock.

"Is this about Dexter; about him and Kelsey Taylor?" Her brown eyes rolled in his direction while her head remained facing forward. The stew bubbled on the stovetop.

"I'm hungry." She said barely above a whisper.

"Uhm, sure Agnes; have some stew. It should just about be ready; probably help you from getting a serious cold, too." He sat her at the small, cluttered kitchen table before scooping up a bowl.

Agnes attacked the bowl as soon as it was placed in front of her, eating like she'd been starving for days. It was disturbing to watch, allowing Uncle Joe time to retrieve a large towel from the bathroom in the corridor.

"More." She asked again as the towel was placed in front of her. She wiped her face hard as he watched while making another bowl which she proceeded to devour like before.

"Agnes, is there somebody you want me to call?" The nerdy, girl was humped over the table focused purely on the meal at hand.

"This is very good, more please." She looked up handing him the empty bowl.

"You know, at some point you're going to have to talk about Dexter. I understand you're upset about him probably being with Kelsey, but its really not the end of the world." He noticed that she'd become a little more animated, wiping her face with the towel again before picking at her hair. She was visibly breathing from her mouth.

"Maybe it is." She replied out of the blue.

"Huh?"

Agnes was at his back leaning slightly forward allowing her forehead to touch the middle of his back. Uncle Joe was jolted by the sudden lack of personal space between them as her arms encircled his abdomen.

"Agnes?"

Her palms were flat against his slightly protruding stomach as her forehead rested in the center of his back. There was this sense of desperation in her actions as a tremor pulsed through her body while the humidity began to increase in the small kitchen. Joe wanted to extract himself from the situation, reestablish his role as adult and parent to the troubled teen. Her palms were extremely sweaty permeating the cheap rayon of his work shirt as she rubbed his abdomen in small, circular motions. His hands rose covering her own with the intent of extricating him from her embrace. He could feel Agnes shaking her head vigorously against his back before relenting for a few more seconds until he realized she was cupping and kneading his genitals. His mind was aflame with this assault on his morality as he struggled to put this intrusion into words. He responded to her touch becoming completely erect in seconds. Agnes' breath was hot against his back and there was something else present in the room; something that was assailing the corners of his eyes, nostrils causing his mouth to go dry. His erection was pulsing and throbbing painfully under her touch.

"We-We can't Ag-AGNESSS!!" Spittle flew everywhere as he slurred his speech tasting honeysuckle with a twinge of bitterness that clung to the back of his throat. His heart was beginning to thump hard in his chest threatening to explode outward. Agnes continued rubbing her temple against his back moaning and gasping audibly exciting him further. Joe realized that he was covered in a sheath of heat and perspiration as this girl's actions sent shivers down his spine.

"This-This isn't right, Agnes-PLEASE, THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!" Her small hands had somehow gained access to his bare crotch. She was touching his member directly, stroking his shaft with a too soft, feathery touch as precum bubbled up from the head of his cock. Veins began to sprout up on the surface of his sex as she rolled his sack while her loud, desperate breathing filled his ears. Joe realized in short order that his breathes matched her own in perfect cadence. His heartbeat matched her own somehow as they went into the pitched throws of a powerful orgasm. She was stroking the middle of his shaft roughly while softly pumping his sack.

"AAAGG-NESSSSS!!" He worked to pry her hands away from his endowment, gasping hard as he partially turned to face his nephew's former best friend. One of her hands had found its way under his shirt caressing his ribcage. There was something about her touch that sent these little jolts of pleasure running through his body. It felt so good that it scared him. She was a head shorter than him affording a view of the top of her head with its wild shock of curly, brown hair.

"Uh, this-it's wrong Agnes; we uhm, can't..." Uncle Joe found himself almost begging, feeling uncharacteristically weak, hardly able to stand as she looked him in the eyes. She looked desperate, and in need with flaring nostrils as she licked her lips. Her thick, glasses were on the linoleum covered floor where she'd thrown them as she rushed him. Her eyes were different with this thin outline of gold encircling her pupils. The gold slowly engulfed her irises as he watched as some intangible irritant forced him to shut his eyes tightly. Her nails were dragging across his buttocks with purpose as his pants slid lower to the tops of thighs.

Her lips parted fully accommodating his erection as he went into the throes of a powerful climax. Several ropes of jizz exploded painfully from him as her button nose became buried in his pubic hair. Agnes continued kneading and caressing his sack as she feverishly drained him. She wanted everything he had to offer licking and tickling his glans until more spurted into her waiting mouth. He was drenched in sweat with tears streaming from his eyes as she continued playing with his cock.