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Drugged By My Cum Chapter 12

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First, I have to say that I also contemplated trying the ear, but the wax would probably attack the fluid and neutralize it, so that solution was by the wayside. Okay, so ow do I get two inches of cunt juice up someone's nostrils? When you take medicine up your snoot with an eye dropper you are almost certainly imbibing less than an inch. I couldn't use an inhaler because of the chemical contamination that might weaken the copulins' strength. And then you have to ensure that the guy would actually snort the fluid down so that it could be absorbed by his system. Furthermore, the delivery mechanism had to be small enough to be portable and concealable. I was pretty sure, though, that if I could jet something into a guy's nose the first instinct would be to inhale it rather than try to expel it.

Anyway, Sunday, I extracted more of Marisa's love channel liquid in the early afternoon and let it sit in the vial while I cuddled her naked, spaced out form. After dinner, I set the controls once again for Abigail's. When Josh came home at his curfew time of 9 p.m., the four of us invaded his room and we pinned him down to his bed. I forced his head off of his bed so that it was tilted back and I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled the bottle and the eye dropper out. I drew the fluid from the bottle and managed to insert the eye dropper into the kid's left nostril and squeeze Marisa's cunt emissions into it. As I expected/hoped, he reflexively snorted it back. I pulled him back on the bed and his eyes rolled back in his head and then there was the blank expression I was looking for. I whispered in Abbey's ear that she was to say softly into his right ear that he would obey her commands without question and would feel twinges of pleasure everytime he did so. He just let out a long, placid sigh. I then ordered the girls out of the room, turned the light out and we returned to Abbey's chamber, where I had them all strip.

I told Abbey that the first order she would give her brother in the morning was to not tell anyone what goes on with and between members of the  the household. I also said that she was not to abuse her newfound hold over her 11 year old little brother. I went home after directing Mary Anne to make sure all the females in the family were naked at all times in the house except when company or her eldest son was going to come over. She was also going to send Abbey to a local community college, Cal State or UC school and not a Christian university after she graduated from high school.

I snuggled up next to Marisa when I arrived home. The thing was that I didn't want her incapacitated for half a day while I drew her juice from her. So I did more experimentation. Monday, after school, I fucked Marisa in my bed, but I pulled out and showered my wad on her belly. Then I scooped maybe a third of it up on my finger and smeared her vaginal walls with it. She immediately went under and I inserted what had been a perfume bottle into her, put her panties back on and had her sit up. She was conscious again by dinnertime and I had another two inches of her wetness in my improvised vial. I had to test the strength of it. I sent Marisa home to eat with her folks.

Once I had my fill of mom's cooking, I hotfooted it over to Abbey's again. Mary Anne answered the door starkers after seeing it was me through the peephole. I romped up the stairs to Abbey's room. I asked her how Josh reacted when she uttered the order I demanded she give him. She replied that he accepted it calmly. I then had her call Josh into her room and lie down on her bed on his back with his head hanging off of it. I pulled the bottle and eye dropper out and flushed the eyedropper into his nose, which resulted in him being launched into nirvana. I then gave him the suggestion that he would ask his mom to teach him to cook and he would be an enthusiastic student for her. If he complied it would show me that Marisa's juice was as strong at a low dose of semen as it is when I completely drain myself into her.

I picked Josh up, carried him off to his bedroom and turned the light out so he could sleep it off. I re-entered Abbey's space and pulled my dick out. I had her suck me. In the middle of this, Krista knocked at the door. I told Abbey to let her in. Krista crossed the threshold and then saw me. "Oh, I'm sorry, she said when she saw her big sister servicing me. "It's okay Krista, you can watch if you want," I said. She smiled brightly and consented to the idea and stood next Abbey while she blew me. "Does that feel good?" she questioned. "Oh God Krista, you have no idea!" I moaned as Abbey's mouth glided over my hard prick. Ten minutes later, I pulled Abbey up and told her to lay on the bed. I stroked my cock until I roped several snotty strands of my jizz on her stomach. "Lay on the bed, Krista, I said. She acceeded to my wish. I scooped up a fingerpad's worth of cum from Abbey's tummy and coated the inside of her pussy with it before shoving the bottle into her.I picked up some of the remnants of my emission and slathered the mess inside Krista. They were both now out of it. I found a pair of Abbey's panties and slid them on her before sitting her up against the headboard to hold the bottle in her.

I went to the bathroom and found a small bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet. I tossed the pills and thoroughly washed the bottle out. I took it back into Abbey's room and I had Krista sit up against the wall. I forced the bottle into her very tight heretofore unviolated hairless gash. Over the next hour plus, I watched them  drip their own hypnojuice into those vessels. I pulled the aspirin bottle out of Krista and then yanked Abbey's underpants off and separated the perfume bottle from her pink gulley. There was over six inches of juice in Abbey's bottle! No wonder she's a squirter! I poured Krista's contribution into the larger bottle but still kept the smaller one for future use.

I rubbed the rest of the semen I had spurted on to Abbey's midsection into her skin. A little over an hour later, they came around and I left. During the ensuing week, I did two things: I watched the comings and goings of the principal and I ordered a packet of industrial syringes over the internet. He usually left for the day 15 minutes after his secretary did because he would change out of his suit and into his street clothes to get comfortable for the drive home, I guess. Or he dropped his suits off at the dry cleaners. The other people who worked in the administrative office were out of there with the secretary.

After I had had Marisa's, Krista's and Abbey's juices in that bottle for a week or so, it began to putrify, so I had to dump it out and clean the container they had been in. I phoned Abbey and had her come over to my house over a couple of days, where she filled my bottle with her fluid and the copulins imbued in them. I got the syringes on a Saturday, so Sunday, I went over to Abbey's after they all got back from church and gave Mary Anne a series of orders that she then passed on to her husband and kids.

On Monday, right after Mr. Pulaski, our principal, said goodbye to his staff, Mary Anne, her husband, Abbey, Krista, Kylie, me and Marisa walked into his office. Abbey's dad apologized for showing up all of a sudden, but that it was hard for him to get time off of work that early. He went on to say that he wanted to talk about taking his kids out of private school and putting them in my and Marisa's high school. I fingered my syringe in my jacket pocket as this was occurring. Mr. Pulaski, apparently liking the prospect of more state dollars flowing his school's way, invited the lot of us into his office. As soon as we went through his office door, Abbey's dad, who was a former Marine sergeant,  grabbed Mr. Pulaski and spun him around. I shoved the little spout of the syringe up Mr. Pulaski's nose and pressed the plunger all the way down. He snarfed the fluid into his hooter and went pie eyed. I told Abbey's father to let him go, I had it under control. He exited the office, as did the rest of Mary Anne's family to act as lookouts. Marisa whispered in Mr. Pulaski's ear that he was to obey her commands and would feel jags of pleasure everytime he did.

I had Marisa lean her hands on Mr. Pulaski's desk. I pulled my pants down and rammed my cock into her bared cunt while Mr. Pulaski, the authority figure everyone most feared on my campus, was now under my control and I was fucking my girlfriend in front of him. Marisa's vaginal muscles clenched down on my flesh pipe as I continued to jackhammer it in and out of her. She was moaning loudly, as usual, while I held on to her hips for leverage to really bring it to her savagely. Her body shook as she started cumming, perhaps as turned on by doing this in front of Mr. Pulaski as I was. On and on I kept digging into her hole until I was at the precipice. I pulled out of her and aimed my pecker at his inbox, leaving a trail of spooge all over the papers in it. 

I pulled my pants up and then helped Mr. Pulaski into his chair behind his desk. I rubbed my jism into the papers in is inbox and shuffled them so that they would all stick together. Marisa and I accompanied Mary Anne's family for a ride home in their minivan. Abbey, Kylie, Marisa, Krista and me went into Abbey's bedroom, where they all got naked rightaway. While I stood up and heatedly kissed Marisa, I had Kylie and Abbey stroke, suck and lick my prong as their little sister took that sight in. I got to the verge of going off and directed Abbey to lay on her back on the bed, whereupon I strafed her belly with my sperm ridden bullets. I shoveled some of it up with my index and middle fingers and painted the inside of her pussy with it. She sighed and departed for paradise while I took the bottle out of my jacket and slid it into her wonderful snatch to replenish the fluid I had just used on Mr. Pulaski. I had her sit up with her legs under her so she could drip her moisture into the container. Half an hour later, she had refilled it. I had Kylie blow me to refill my balls and then Marisa and I ate with Mary Anne and her family of nude girls before we returned to our own houses.

Tuesday, Marisa and I waited down a corridor that adjoined the administration office a couple of hours after the final bell. Mr. Pulaski emerged alone, as always. "Come here Mr. Pulaski!" Marisa barked. He quickly walked up to us. "I'm Marisa and I'm the one you'll be obeying from now on," she said forthrightly. He signaled his meek agreement. She echoed some instructions I taught her during lunch that I wanted her to convey to him. He took one of my dosed Kit Kat bars and went back into his office to drop it into a desk drawer. I felt so naughty with what I was going to do Wednesday.

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