I knew it was going to be an embarrassing day the moment I stepped into my lab. okey, calling it a lab is a bit of a stretch. It 's a shelf with a clump of chemicals on it, a tabular array, and two beakers. But I 'm still in college, so it 's all I can open. The whole frame-up sits in a corner of my bedroom. So when I walked into my bedroom then, I saw Wendy there waiting for me. And in Hellenic Wendy way, she was reaching for the most severe matter in the area.

'' Do n't stir that ! '' I shouted, running toward her as fast as I could. Thankfully, it 's a very lilliputian room, and I was beside her in a second or two. She immediately put her hands at her side of meat and turned to present me wearing a very shamed expression.

'' I was n't going to reach anything. lusterlessness, '' she lied brazenly. I simply shook my head. Wendy was a clever womanhood. When it came to mathematics, no one could tint her. But the char could n't lie to save her life.

'' well, the phial you were n't about to touch, '' I replied, indicating the pocket-size, crank, bottleful on my table, `` is full of the precise combining of chemical chemical compound that cause sexual stimulation in women. If even a piddling bit gets on you, you 're bound to end up absolutely insane ! ``

'' Why on land do you even have something like that ? '' she asked, eyeing me strangely.

'' It 's a by-product of the favor you asked me for two twenty-four hour period ago. '' I replied. Right now you 're asking yourself what the netherworld variety of favour consequence in the creation of what is basically super sex juice. Trust me, we 'll get to that in just a mo.

Now let me ask a moment to talk about Wendy, because when she is n't about to end life as we know it, she really is a scented girl. I grew up in DC, but when I got interested in chemistry, I transfered to San Francisco to join a more advanced syllabus. I was studying in the undergraduate library when I bumped into Wendy. Or, more precisely, she bumped into me. She 's a slim girl, about 5'7, with curly, auburn, hair, a winsome human face, soft, brown, eyes, a playful, piffling, smile, and few curvature to speak of. Basically, she 's the sort of daughter that usually gets brush off completely. In fact, when she and her armload of al-Qur'an crashed into me, not one person made a unity move to help her. She apologized breathlessly, sounding a lot like an auctioneer, and I helped her get eight wakeless tartar books to the nighest table.

That was two months ago, and I assure you, it was n't the survive time Wendy involved me in a collision. You get used to it, and like I said, she really is mellisonant. Plus, about a week ago, the woman had been dead useful. As you might hold guessed from the potion on my desk, and I swear we 'll get back to that, I happen to be absolutely magnificent at chemical science. I 'm very proud of that fact, but it has the downside of making me what is professionally known as `` boring as hell. '' Yes, I 'm a little, let 's visit it portly, but I 'm 6'3 and handsome. Hazel eyes, strong features. If I could spill about something early than corvalent attachment, I might be dating someone instead of telling this story. As it is, no one of the contrary sex tends to pay me that lots attention. But stopping point week was the exception to the prescript. midterm exam were upon us.

There 's a cleaning woman in my course of instruction named Sarah Corr. Long, wavy, black, hair. Nearly as improbable as I am. Exotic grimace. Deep green eyes. I 'm pretty good at guessing breast sizes, and I 'd put hers at 34 C. Her cigarette looks like she robbed a Kardashian at point. You get the general mind. She likes to run around in tank tops and pillage trunks. For the record, I have zero job with that. I bring her up because she sucks at chemistry. So she cornered me and demanded I do her work for her.

'' Let 's be clear, '' she 'd opened. `` you 're fat and sleep-inducing, but I 'm not failing this dump again, so you 're gon na avail me cheat, and I 'll let you make out me ragged. That 's the trade. This 'll probably be your beginning clock time with something besides your hand, but, again, I ca n't be picky right now. Get to do work ! '' she ordered, , and despite her bitchy attitude, I was very sorely tempted to comply. Just the phrase `` fuck me nettle '' had my cock at attention, and she was deliberately jiggling her tits before my eyes. She 'd clearly planned this because her nipples were tenting the tank top, brazenly advertising her deficiency of a bra. I wanted to bound right at her, but what was left of my brain reminded me that I had not come across the intact country to take chances being expelled for the saki of a plunder call.

When i told Sarah that, she was livid. hoi polloi do n't say no to Sarah, especially masses like me. She took a mo to make surely no one else was in the classroom with us. Then she seized me by the shirt with a shocking amount of force.

'' You can do what you 're told, and get fucked, '' she said in a low growl, `` or you can take me upset ! '' At the creation `` upset '', she yanked my shirt fiercely. She slipped a square of paper in my air hole. `` I want you at my house in an hour, '' she finished, turning to leave. And now, finally, here 's why I own a ampoule of violet liquidity that tiptop makes womanhood horny. I went to my planetary house instead, and called Wendy over to ask her advice.

'' Fucking bitch ! '' she said the moment she understood everything. `` I 'll take aid of her, Matt. Just leave it to me. ``

'' What on earthly concern do you stand for, 'leave it to you', Wendy ? '' I asked, incredulous. `` Sarah 'll click you in half like a twig ! ``

'' She 'll do no such affair. Trust me. I know how to handle her. ``

'' Yeah, I ca n't let you do that, '' I replied her patiently, trying desperately not to focus on the sex joke that had just popped into my fountainhead. `` Friend do n't let ally get pummeled to decease ! ``

'' Oh, I wo n't die, '' shre returned with a sorting of quiet laugh. And she gave me a peck on the buttock and ran out of my apartment before I could discontinue her.

I did n't discover from Wendy again for nine hours, and that altogether time, I was feeling shamed as shit. But, of course, she did n't die, after all. I could n't get her to tell me what she did, but Sarah never came anywhere near me afterward. At that point, I figured I owed Wendy a good pile, so I asked her what I could do to return the party favour. At maiden, she would n't hear of it, but two days ago, she 'd come to my apartment to produce a request.

'' I do n't bed whether you can do this or not, but I thought I 'd ask. Can you work me something that 'll get a boy to like me ? Pheromones or something ? I know that probably sounds a footling uncanny, but there 's a guy on the caterpillar track team named Trevor. I 've liked him forever, but I doubt he even knows my epithet. I 'm a slight brusque on thing to pee-pee him notice, '' she said, indicating her twiggy anatomy. `` I just want a fiddling assistant, Matt. Can you do something like that ? ``

I did n't have sex if I could, and there was certianly the ethics of weaponizing skill like that to view. Besides which, I had just suffered a sharp pang of green-eyed monster. I did n't want to stimulate Wendy what she was asking for, but I told her I would and set myself to work right away. I owed her, and I wanted to have her well-chosen. I worked out the right formula this morning after more than a day of soul-crushing labor and no sopor. In finding it, though, I 'd discovered stochastic variable. One of them made a cleaning woman more probably to form a friendly relationship with a man. Another would throw two cleaning woman fall in love with each other. A tierce did the same matter for two men. I found eight variants in total. I added a dye to each one, so that I knew them by sight. The one that Wendy had asked me for was white. I walked over to my shelf, took it down, and handed it to her.

'' sup two dip in the neighborhood of Trevor, '' I instructed her. `` Your body will produce specialized pheromones to attract him. Try to stay with him for about five minutes to allow them to set up store in his physical structure. Do not swallow up Thomas More than two drops, Wendy. Not until this clock time next week. ``

'' I really appreciate this, '' she replied quietly, carefully slipping the bottle in her purse. `` I 'm gladiolus I could help, '' I answered her. And I started to throng the other potions away into a division of the shelf that locks. Then the alarm rang.

I have an alarm that lets me eff I 'm about to be late for class. When I start mixing chemicals and conducting experimentation, the time can get away from me. I put everything down at once, gave Wendy a nimble hug, and dashed for the room access at top speed.

'' Sorry, I 'm going to be latterly. See you later, Wendy, and commend what I said. Two dip, and only two ! '' I ran out so fast, I never heard what she said. As it turns out, I should birth stayed to listen. Oh, and sightly warning, you 'll need to buckle up now because, thanks to Wendy, everything after this point is batshit insane.

About three minutes after class ended, my phone rang. I smiled and answered it. Apparently, Wendy knew my agenda by heart. The instant I heard her part, though, I started to worry. It sounded distant, trembly, and hollow. She was stammering badly. Her respiration was ragged, and every now and then, she would struggle to repress a moan.

'' I ... I ... swallowed it all, matt, '' she rasped before I could say anything. `` Your pur..pur..pur ... ple potion. T-took it h-h-home. S..S ... S ... pol ... o ... oh, God, ... gize. I 'm sorry ... '' her voice was suddenly drowned out by a loud, gutteral, moan.

'' You did WHAT ? '' I shouted in a part of double-dyed horror. `` love God. Wendy, tell me where you are ripe now ! ``

'' House, '' she moaned, her vocalization suddenly dripping with luxuria. `` M-m-my h-house. Basement. I..i ... got you ... present. Get over here and fuck my snatch ! '' she yelled. That was followed by a series of wet, sploshing, noise. `` No, no, no, no, no, '' she cried in something finisher to her normal vocalisation. `` T-t-trying ... focus ... .Matt, there was n't any other way. You were never gon na ... oh, bed yes ! get hold of it, you little, focus ... .I was never going to tell..oh yes, trollop ... tell you how I God, fuck me ! I want you to fuck me, Matt ! My God, I 've been trying to say that to you for two ... oh my fuck I love you ... for ever since I ... please get over here ... ''

'' I 'm comming, '' I told her, breathlessly trying to process everything she 'd said. Her menage was just a few pulley-block away, and I was running wide tilt. Wendy had no idea what she had done to herself. Hell, I had no idea what she had done to herself. When I finally reached her doorway, panting for air, I went inside, and the aroma of pussy attacked my nostril like a buddy-buddy fog.

Wendy usually kept her house neat as a pin, but now there was consummate pandemonium as far as the eye could see. Her white carpet were stained a oceanic abyss brownness in several places. Two empty Milton Snavely Hershey 's syrup bottleful next to the overturned love fundament seemed to excuse that. I saw a pair of scanty that looked like it lost a fight with a newspaper publisher shredder, two slimy, glass, soda bottles, an electric car toothbrush, and a flashlight. The kitchen was even bad. Raw eggs, maple syrup, milk, beloved, and soda plastered everything. The flooring was littered with serving spoons, ladles, and spatulas. Anything, I noted, that had a long handle. The fridge was wide open. Sausages had been torn out of thier bundle. Everything in sight spoke to a lust bordering on madness. Then I saw the basement room access, wide-cut outdoors and covered in messy handprints. From somewhere below, Wendy was screaming at the top of her lungs.

'' Spread'em you dirty slut ! Spread those fucking, little. leg of yours wider ! semen on ! accept all five of those digit. Churn your fucking fingers in that oven of a pussy ! He 's here, you know that, right, beef ? He can hear every word you 're saying. He can see what the fuck you did to the kitchen, you horny snatch ! Oh God, Wendy, you filthy little whore, tell him what you want. Go on ! William Tell him what you 've been dying to say. For two whole months, you 've been trying to tell apart him ... piece of tail ! Get down here, mat ! I love you, goddammit ! You too. You love me too ... oh Good Shepherd, we 've both been fucking little chickenshits. I never could have told you without the hoot potion ... what the nooky did I take back ? I 've never been this soaking wet ! ``

'' Why the perdition did you get down all of it ? '' I demanded when I got to her side. She was covered in a lustre of sweat, cunt juice, and a XII sticky substances. I did n't throw a Irish bull. I pulled her into my arms.

'' Because you 're in my house, and I 'm butt on naked with a dripping cunt, and you 're holding me in your arms. We 've been friends for two God, lustrelessness, finger's breadth my sopping cunt. Two months, and this has never happened once. Every time I try to fuck, osculate me, make it, I get scared you 'll say something about focusing on schooltime or preserving our friendship or bend me over and feel my ass. Oh, God, or about how nasty I can be. Or even spoilt, that you 'd rather- '' at that moment, she stuffed her tongue in my mouth. `` That you 'd rather, '' she groaned between kisses, `` have some daughter with an actual soundbox. I had to take a shit sure you 'd add up to me no matter what, and I knew you would n't let me go insane on my own. '' She directed my right bridge player to her pussy, carefully sliding the fingers inside. The girl was on fire and tight as a vise.

'' I love the way you look, Wendy, '' I said, fingering her with zest. I 'd secretly wanted to do this to her for weeks, and I suddenly noticed my cock throbbing in my pants. `` I might have mentioned school or friendship, but I never wanted ... just a min ... oh, my God ! ... ``

'' You never told me, '' she grunted, fishing my boner out of my jeans. She spat in her hand various times and lubed my peter. Her eyes never left the thing as she began slowly pumping. It twitched in her appreciation when I saw her licking her lips. `` If she was n't such a bitch, you 'd have plowed Sarah 's fucking cunt, would n't you ? You 'd have slurped her tits like a starving dog ! Uh huh, look how soused you 're getting just hearing me blab out about that picayune strumpet ! You wan na savour her huge, jiggling, ass right now, do n't you ? You wan na watch the whore twerk it like a peeler before you ram this big pecker up her hollow balls rich ! '' The more she spoke, the faster she jacked me, and the inscrutable I fingered her, struggling to stay sane.

It was truthful that I liked the way Wendy looked. She might not have been sonsy, but she was very, very, pretty. It was also true that I wanted to fuck Sarah. I certainly wanted to do every perverted thing Wendy was shouting at me. I wanted to thrust the cock Wendy 's hand was blurring across down her throat, and yank her hair, and cum all over her tonsils. But I did n't love Sarah one bit. I loved Wendy. If she did n't terminate what she was doing. I was bound to come soon, but after that, I would still grant a darn about her. I was struggling to give her pleasure with my digit, and we were here right now because of a potion I 'd slaved over to make her happy. But I realized I 'd never told her. Not even now, with a good bit of my hand lodged in her cunt. One of my fingers suddenly bumped into something, and Wendy shuddered, slipped my hand out at once, and grew quieter.

'' I promised you a introduce, '' she nearly whispered, looking straight into my eyes, `` and despite all the craziness today ... focus, Wendy ... I 've managed to hold open it for you. Oh, Jesus, it was hard ! You 've seen the planetary house. I nearly broke it six times before you got out of course, and I could promise you. ``

'' Y-you 're a Virgo ? '' I stammered disbelievingly. Wendy struggled to keep back herself together long enough to nod.

'' I did n't encounter into you by accident when we met. I 'd watched you for a while, and I wanted to see you. I just was n't brave enough to do it properly. The more we hung out, the more convinced I became convinced that ... fuck ! I 'm losing dominance of fucking eat me ! No ! Yes ! Eat that cunt ! No ! Not now ! Please, lustrelessness. I need you to choose it before I lose my fucking mind. I want to retrieve my initiative time. At to the lowest degree for a piffling while before I turn into a break me that goddamn putz ! ''

She was shivering badly now, squirming, and bucking on the ground. I should give birth called for help immediately, but I was horny and very confused. Besides which, my cutis was warm to the touch modality, my inwardness was beating faster, and More than anything, I wanted to kiss the woman in social movement of me. Two thoughts found their way into my head at that moment : Trevor probably did n't survive, and it had been roughly five minutes. I had always loved Wendy, but at that here and now, as I thought of everything she 'd done to get me here, that impression was dialed up to eleven. The part of my brain that considered consequences and avoided jeopardy like the plague shut itself down. I simply pulled off the rest of my clothes and pulled the young woman into a sweaty, sticky, embrace.

'' I love you, Wendy, '' I breathed, affectionately stroking her haircloth. `` With all my heart, '' at which point, I started passionately kissing her. Wendy cradled my head with one of her hands and sent the other tripping down my spine to squeeze my ass. There was a hunger in her kisses, and as our spit entwined passionately, she pushed our fountainhead together a bit more forcefully. At terminal, she broke the kiss so that she could breathe in properly, and I took the opportunity to slide my shaft into her pussy.

'' Finally ! '' she moaned eagerly, directing my foreland to her depart titty. `` Oh, God, that feels undecomposed, '' she groaned, bucking her hips wildly. I tried to touch her pace as I thrust into her slapdash pickle. Nothing had ever felt so good on my cock in my lifetime. Her bulwark were fond and pulsing, struggling like Wendy herself, to force me in deeper. `` Oh, yes, lustrelessness. suck it for me ! suction my nipple just like that. Pump it into me, Matt. I 've dreamed about this for so tenacious. I 've rubbed my poor, small, pussy so much I nearly sprained my blame radiocarpal joint twice ! Yes ! Yes, you lovely, smutty, boy, grab my ass ! thrust it while you pound sign my ... oh God, yes ! There 's your demonstrate ! Jesus ! assume your fucking present, lusterlessness ! If you love me at all, take my cerise while I still know my name ! Fuck yes ! That 's it ! Plough right through ! Ream that nasty cunt, you fucking bastard ... screw me, Matt. Fuck me and tell me you love me. That 's the live on matter I want to listen before ... fucking chew that nipple ! ``

I was now balls mysterious in her and thrusting like mad, feeling virtuous blood and pussy juices cascading down my ever tightening orb. I did n't know whether Wendy or my potion wanted me to prick her nipple, but I acted on instructions, eliciting a lowly groan of pain. At once, I tried to remove my sass, and she instantly clamped it down with her bridge player. Her groans were becomming louder still, and the hand on my ass was rubbimg the rim of my butthole. Suddenly, she slapped my ass fairly hard. For a second or two, Wendy waited, as if she expected some sort of objection. When none came, she timidly repeated the Venus's curse. Then she let herself go and began spanking in earnest. Yes, it hurt a bit. No, I did n't worry. In fact, I would accept encouraged her if I did n't sustain a oral cavity full phase of the moon of tit. Besides which, my fingernails were digging deep in her ass flesh at the bit so near as I could tell, she was fully justified.

'' Oh, do it ! Eat that tit ! God, take that fucking spanking ! I 've wanted to quiver that cute, piece of ass, ass, for so long ! My God ... you 're humping your ass into it, are n't you ? If we were n't such all-fired cowards, I could have been doing this for workweek ! Fuck yes ! Dig your nails in ! You can hurt me. I wo n't split up. screwing that tool thick im my womb, you dirty bastard. God, I 'm finale. So goddamned close ! If I live long enough to buy more chocolate syrup, I 'm going to get you to eat from my fucking twat ! state me to observe spanking your ass, you filthy pervert ! I want you to call me a know bitch ! Wendy, your cock-loving sporting lady of a girl who wants you to drown her fucking ovaries in your cum ! ass me, why are you being so quiet ? '' That 's when she realized I was starting to turn spicy. `` Oh, Matt ! I 'm sorry ! '' she apologized, releasing the death lock she had my nous in. Due to my unremitting suck, her nipple was now a shade of purpleness. I took a cryptic breath, and did just what she asked.

'' Spank me harder, you dirty picayune kick ! '' There 's a sentence I had n't expected to utter this morning. Nor had I expected to have a finger lodged up a girl 's SOB, but that 's precisely where my heart digit was now.

We were grunting and thrusting and sweating and shouting every filthy idea that popped into our heads. Within a bit, Wendy started to squeal at the top of her voice as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. God only knew how I had n't cum ten prison term by now in the eye of this dear trap Wendy had me build for myself. But I was coming now, shooting to a greater extent cum than I ever thought possible, roiling with erotic love and affection, and shaking with luxuria. At hold out, we collapsed beside each other in a hot, sticky, mint of fluids. I looked thoroughly exhausted while Wendy wore a calm, fill, grinning. For six seconds. Then her feature twisted into a mask of lust.

'' You have got to be fucking kidding me ! '' she cried at once, exasperated. `` I 'm going to die alone in my basement. I 'm going to go a sex-crazed animal ! ``

'' You wo n't die alone. '' I interjected quietly. `` Even without the pheromones, there 's no natural way I 'd leave you. ``

'' Yeah, about that, '' she returned with a sigh. `` I truly am deplorable about how much prevarication I 've done. I get over here, you fucking cunt-hungry plosive that ! I really did need the white potion for Trevor. I gave Sarah one VD right after you ran to socio-economic class. She 's like Trevor forever, but because she 's a piece of tail bitch, Trevor never really liked her. I told her I knew a way to vary that, which is why she left you alone. I may have also done every stitch of her chemistry study and secured her a copy of the ... ''

'' Wendy, do n't you ever do anything like this again ! Promise me ! I want you to look me in the centre and say 'Matt, I swear I wo n't ever swallow a potion that was largely unseasoned and could ingest easily killed me again. Nothing is worth dying for. ``

'' Love is worth dying for, Matt. There is n't anything I would n't do for love life. I saw your side when I said I loved Trevor. You looked like I shot you. I thought for sure you 'd say no to me. Instead you nearly killed yourself making an inconceivable potion in phonograph recording meter. You agreed to grant me up and facilitate me drug a stranger just so I would be well-chosen. That kind of love is Worth anything. Even destroying my house, and losing my thinker. ``

'' well, love is worth fighting for, too, '' I replied, kissing her deeply. It went to my ticker to push her off me a second later, but if I had n't, she 'd have fucked me all over again. `` I 'm going to think up a way for you to observe your creative thinker. Some sort of suppressant until I can chance a actual antidote. Until then, I '' ll stay with you as much as possible- ''

'' And fuck my brains out, '' Wendy moaned.

'' And look at care of you, '' I replied firmly, staring down a challenge from my turncock. `` I need to give you a bath without that turning into a porn scene, and then, I have to go to my apartment and convey my chemical substance. Yes, you 'll be alone for ten minutes, but there 's no other way. ``

'' You 'll let to tie me down ! '' she giggled. `` raw and spread-eagle and incapacitated ! Godhead, I wo n't survive that farseeing. You will have to tie me down. I ca n't possibly go with you. ``

'' One problem at a metre, '' I said. `` Let 's start with a Bath. '' I had to press her to keep her hired man away from her cunt.

And that was how affair stood a month ago : I was the manful nursemaid of history 's greatest nympho. The bathroom had turned into a porn panorama, and I had n't been capable to get away from her until she passed out from sheer exhaustion. It took me a week of constant tinkering to organise something that would allow her to impart the house long enough for piece of work and school. The moment she got home, however, she became the lousy matter live if I was n't very careful. These twenty-four hours, Wendy jokingly calls me the Potion lord because I keep slaving away to find her a permanent wave therapeutic. She seems perfectly happy with the Jekyl and Hyde act, and often interrupts my workplace with cock sucking and spankings. And let me order you something you might not believe. The thing is, you get used to it. As I said before, Wendy really is mellisonant .