"So Kylie, are you sore today?" "Yeah, definitely," she giggled. "Did you tell any of your friends at church that you lost your virginity last night?" "Oh my God, no! I would totally get kicked out of school!" "Greg," Krista suddenly spoke up. "Can you kiss me again?" "Sure babe," I responded. She was sitting on Abigail's bed against one wall of her room. I scooted over next to her, wrapped her up in my arms and began with soft, lingering kisses, which eventually turned into tongue diving. "God, that's so awesome!" she bubbled. "You're pretty awesome yourself," I complimented. "Have you kissed another boy yet, Krista?" I interrogated. "No." "Have you kissed another girl?" "Yes," she revealed, squealing in embarrassment. "And who is the lucky girl?" I further invaded her privacy. "It was Kerry Priddy," she giggled. 'But just once, this morning when we were getting ready for church." "You kissed her when nobody was looking?" "Yes," she confessed, turning red and giggling. Her sisters giggled, too. "Oh, she was at the sleepover last night," I remembered. Yes," she rejoindered coyly. "Are you in love with her?" "I don't know!" she pouted. "When I see her, though, I get butterflies in my stomach." 'Ah, I think we have a developing situation here!" I teased. She giggled again. "Well listen Krista, you and Kerry are welcome at my place anytime I'm home if you guys need some privacy from your brother's prying eyes," I let her know. "That's so sweet of you Greg!" she smiled playfully.
I excused myself, went downstairs and found Mary Anne. Her husband was in the den watching football. "If any of your kids turn out to be gay, you will continue to love them with all your heart and treat their partner with respect and love," I commanded. "And you won't rat them out to anyone, either. You will now give the same order to your husband," I declared. "Okay," she meekly complied. She then let out a placid breath as she got hit by that little rush of pleasure I programmed into her when she obeyed.
I returned to Abbey's room. Krista was asking Kylie questions about her first sexual experience with me. "Who do you like better, Greg? Abbey or Kylie?" Krista cross examined. "I know this is going to sound totally corny, but I love you guys all the same," I honestly stated. "Being with Abbey isn't the same as being with Kylie. There's only one of her in the world and it's cool I got the opportunity to be with her," I advocated. "But what about Marisa?" "Marisa is my number one, Krista. She came along at a time in my life when I had some bigtime image problems and there is only one Marisa, too. But that doesn't mean that a part of me doesn't love Kylie or Abbey or you. When I kissed you the way I did I tried to communicate how I felt about you," I averred. "I guess you feel a lot for me because your kisses were awesome!" she cheered. 'If I didn't care about you, I would have just given you a quick peck and that would have been all," I lectured. "Do you think I kiss as good as Marisa?" "Krista, you're a good kisser. But I feel more emotional about Marisa because we've been together so long now and have developed a real relationship. You'll understand what I mean when you have relationships as you get older. I would feel kinda empty without Marisa right now. I'm going to see her after I leave here so I can get my daily Marisa fix."
Somebody rang the doorbell. It turned out to be Kerry, who took a bus from her house to see Krista. The three naked girls scurried to get dressed while Kerry waited downstairs. Krista hustled down to the first floor and hugged her friend/love interest. She brought her into Abbey's room. 'Okay you guys, take all of your clothes off," I demanded. Dutifully, they all shed their attire. Kerry was about Krista's height, but with more developed boobs. "Kerry, you're going to shave your pussy," I informed her. "Okay," she reacted, her eyes rolling back in her head a little bit as the rush of pleasure coursed through her. Even though they were all nude in front of me, they appeared to be very relaxed about it due to the little endorphin injection they earned through their obedience. "I see why you like Kerry, Krista," I said provocatively. "She's a hottie." Both Kerry and Krista giggled nervously. "Sit next to Krista, Kerry" I urged. Kerry did as she was told. They giggled shyly again. "If you're in the mood, you guys can kiss," I instigated. "You don't have to, but if you really want to," I elaborated. They looked at each other in a nonplussed way not sure what to do since they had an audience. Krista's sisters stifled giddy laughs. Finally, the two seventh graders exchanged a quick close mouthed peck. 'Oh come on, that's no fun!" I pushed. "Greg!" Krista protested, turning beet red. Kerry's face was also apparently on fire. "None of us are going to tell anyone you guys, so you don't have to get all inhibited," I further nudged. Kerry and Krista looked into each other's eyes. Kerry slipped her arm behind Krista's head and leaned in to give her a protracted smooch. "How did that feel, Krista?" "It was awesome!" she giggled. "Are you guys wet?" I perved. "Greg! Oh my God!" Krista rebelled. "Sorry Krista and Kerry, but I gotta check," I insisted, fingering both of them. They put up no resistance. "Yep, we got moisture!" I reported. Everybody cracked up again due to nerves.
I told them to get dressed. "By the way, Kerry, you're only allowed to wear skirts outside and you can't have any panties on underneath it. When you're at home, church, or school, though, or with adults, you have to wear panties," I warned her. "Okay," she peacefully assented. "Good girl, Kerry." Like Krista did earlier, her eyes got wide and then she had an orgasm that almost knocked the air out of her.
I left and spent the lion's share of the day with Marisa, porking her in my bed after dinner.
After I walked Marisa home and kissed her goodnight, I mulled over in my mind how I might stage a coup d'tat at school. However, while I could think of lots of possibilities that involved a use of force that would assuredly get me and my minions jail time, I couldn't devise a more low risk method to essentially usurping the principal's job without maybe having, say, Terry or Colleen seduce him and filling him full of copulins. That thought led me to contemplate how I might be able to harvest copulins and then put them in a medium by which me or one of the girls could incapacitate the target just like how I used candy to introduce the hormones from my semen into the systems of females.
Now there were points of absorption on the body: the anus, the nose, the tongue, the penis and the skin. I thought it was pretty likely that we could deliver the copulins via the anus and the nose and it has already been proved that you can do so by running them down the urethra of the penis and into the balls, but the skin and the mouth were dubious propositions. There were also the dosage considerations. It was true that about 30 minutes of exposure to copulins, if done the right way, could incapacitate your average male. But even if I could harvest copulins without elaborate lab equipment, externally bringing that substance into a guy's body would require that the subject be restrained or fooled into restraining themselves so that the hormone could be imposed on them in such a way that they could handle it.
The reason this was important was because while it would be easy to send my girls out to begin having sex with every guy in the school, that would be exposing them to the possibility of getting diseases. Since I also wanted to use those vaginas without needing rubbers, I had to keep them free of nasty pathogens lest I end up with them, too.
First, I had to test the harvesting end of it. Tuesday, I bought another eyedropper so that I wouldn't sully the one I used to distribute my semen on the candy with, and a small bottle of perfume which was about five inches high and had around the same girth as my middle finger. I dumped the cheap scented liquid out and washed the container over and over again so that the alcohol that is usually in those solutions wouldn't neutralize the hormone I was looking to collect. Then Wednesday, I fucked Marisa since the copulins are generated when the vagina is exposed to semen. Because I had to cream inside of her, she was now out of commission for the next 12 hours. I inserted the bottle into her, slid her panties back on to her and then had her sit in a position similar to the one she would if she were on top of me with my cock inside of her while her brain was out in the wild blue yonder. After 35 minutes, I pulled her panties down and withdrew the bottle, which had about two inches of fluid in it, a little bit of it my cum. I put a cap on it and left Marisa in my bed, telling her to just sleep off her mental idyll.
I called Marisa's mom to tell her that her daughter would be spending the night with me and repositioned her so that she was now resting comfortably. On the way home from school, I bought a bunch of Snicker's bars and doused one of them with Marisa's fluid to wait for it to dry. Once it was ready, I carefully glued the wrapper back together and put a small blue mark on it to differentiate it from the others. Thursday, Marisa and I went back to mouse after school, did a little bit of the old slap and tickle and then went over to Abigail's, where the four kids had just gotten home from school. we were hanging out in the livingroom and I handed out the bars, giving the adulterated one to Joshua. He said "this tastes a little funny," but nonetheless ate the whole thing. I was waiting for his expression to go blank, but it never happened. Clearly, for whatever reason, the female hormone wasn't as robust as mine was. I was so disappointed.
Friday, I took Marisa to bed again and amassed more of her wetness in the bottle. As she lay there exploring shangri-la, I again phoned her mom and said that her daughter would be my guest for the night. I waited until my folks came back from work and directed my mom to restrain Marisa from leaving my room and to not bother her otherwise. I ambled over to Abigail's again and me and her sisters hung out in her bedroom. I heard the front door open, which meant that Josh was home from fooling around with his pals. When he trudged upstairs, I intercepted him in the hallway and made like I was giving him noogies. I had already popped the top on the bottle and while he struggled to get away I poured Marisa's essence on the back of his neck, rubbing it in before I released him. "What's that you put on my neck?" he desperately wanted to know. I showed him the label on the bottle. "Relax man, it's just perfume," I mollified him. Never mind that the supposed "perfume" smelled like pussy. I waited to see if it would have any effect on him, but after checking back twice, it obviously didn't.
This left me with the options of squirting the moisture into him anally, nasally or into his penis. Options one and three, if not successful, would earn me a long jail sentence and sex offender registration because I had no control over him, not to mention the effects it might have on Josh psychologically. So those were out. I wasn't interested in seeing the kid's dick or poop chute anyway.