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"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. 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 to 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 janitor's 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 that the time 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?" he asked.
"Well you know the party that's on Friday night?"
"Yes."
Everyone knew about the party at Janet's house. Her parents were 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 were the coolest girls in school. Clifford though, was definitely not invited.
"Well there's probably going to be some serious screwing going on," said Tracy. "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 that she's bi. So what's the problem?
"The problem is who she's 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 Piedmont High.
"You're screwed, Tracy. You'll never get Janet to fuck Willy. Not even if you 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's 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 to 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'll 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 one 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 were 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 in 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 overdue.
"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 most 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 were 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 were talking again, too low for Stacy and Clifford to hear what they were 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.
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