Perfumes: Brock

Nora still had that perfume "incident" with Roxxy fresh on her mind. She opened her pack, and saw a couple vials of that perfume inside. She rolled one in her palm. Roxxy would certainly be up for another round, but Nora felt like she wouldn't be satisfied; more of the same as it were. No, what she needed and wanted was a cock.

Thankfully, there was one nearby. That it was attached to a cute guy was just an added bonus.

But was this morally right? Wasn't this on the same level as slipping someone a roofie? Not to mention that Nora didn't think of herself as a slut. She contemplated. On the one hand, she should be trying to get out of these ruins, instead of sleeping around like a whore, but on the other hand, she was very, very horny, and just holding this perfume vial wasn't helping any. And, well... he wouldn't mind surely? Nora was rather attractive, at least in her own opinion. What kind of man wouldn't mind fucking her? Grabbing her tits with their hands, kneading them like cow udders, or spreading her ass and ramming their cock into her willing anus, or grabbing her by the hair as their cocks fill her mouth and-and-and... "Ooooh, I need it sooo bad!" she said, uncorking the vial. She didn't care that she'd be hardly in control of her body. Immediately the euphoric scent hit her nostrils. She nearly barrelled over, and just barely managed to stop herself from yelling out like a bitch in heat. She was going to just use a dab, but she just had to use a little more. And a little more. And more. It took Herculean effort not to use the whole thing. She didn't want to **** him with the smell after all. Still, she was positively drenched in this stuff.

She wobbled as she walked, almost as if drunk, except her thoughts and movements weren't foggy and dull, but quite opposite; she felt like she could feel every sensation against her body, and tenfold. The ground pressing against her feet, the air pushing against her skin, even the constant changings of pressure in her organs. Her cunt clenched and burned and sopped. It felt good. It felt great. It felt fucking amazing! She moaned breathlessly, every step exctatic agony as her thighs rubbed against each other. She hardly noticed the large, wet stain on the front of her trousers.

Brock was sitting by himself, sketching. Roxxy must have wandered off, cause she wasn't there. At first he lifted his head and looked at Nora as if nothing was wrong. But then the perfume hit him from a distance. He blushed with wide eyes and squirmed his legs, darting quickly back to his drawing, pretending he didn't see her, but it was too late. Nora walked up to him with her hips swaying from side to side. She circled him, leaning over his back, her hands on his chest, her breasts poking him in the shoulder. Her face was practically next to his, and her lips were a hairs breath away from his cheek.

"W-what'cha doing?" She could barely contain herself. Her hands massaged his chest.

"U-uh, j-just you know," he gasped, trying his best to stay in focus, "s-sketching..."

"Mmmm, I do love men that could draw me in the nude."

He gulped, tensing his body. "R-really now?..."

"Oh yeah, but I'd worship the man that could fuck. Me. Raw." She put perticular emphesis on the last words, dragging them out and popping her lips slightly.

"N-Nora, what is h-happening right now? I don't feel... right."

She lowered her hands, pushing his sketchbook away and revealing his crotch. She smiled at the tent pole in his trousers. Her hands caressed it through the material. "Oh just a little something me and Roxxy found while exploring. Doesn't it smell great? Just makes you want to... fuck me, doesn't it?"

"F-fuck, this is wrong but... Oh god, I really need to..."

He stood up suddenly, and grabbed her by the arm. She barely had a moment to figure out what was going on before she was flung into his tent. It was cluttered and cramped, but that just made her somehow more excited. He entered the tent, frantically unbuckling his belt. He dropped on all fours, and pinned her down, his legs trapping her thighs. Nora looked at him with a face of part-yearning and part-amazement. Brock looked at her with a face of part-yearning and part-desperation. She loved how suddenly and roughly she was being treated. It wasn't like him at all, but she wanted more of it.

"Fuck, you're not my usual type, but there's no one I want more right now!"

Nora barely registered what he was saying. "Fuck me."

He ripped open her shirt with a sharp tug, revealing her fleshy mounds, trapped behind her bra. He freed them. They jiggled. He grabbed a handful. They were so soft in his hands. He wondered how she was able to explore so well with these things getting in her way all the time, but then that thought was replaced by 'holy shit, I'm about to have sex with Nora!"

He shimmied his underwear down to his knees. Nora bit her lip. It wasn't the longest she's ever seen, but definitely not the shortest she's seen either. It was five and a half inches long and it was straining. Circumcised. Veiny. Hairy. What made Nora excited was just how full it was. She didn't mean how full his balls were, although they seemed swollen, but just how it was so... thick? No, it wasn't just that. It was hard to explain. It just looked very satisfying, and she felt as if she was starving and looking at a free, all-you-can-eat buffet. She let out a tiny, almost silent moan, and let her lips part slightly, begging to be kissed. Their lips met, Nora's eyes closed shut so tight, and their slimy wet tongues wrapped and writhed around the other. She bucked her hips upwards to tell him to get on with it, to finally fuck her. Every second without his cock inside her felt like an eternity, her body burning hotter than a furnace. He finally put it in, pushing apart her wet labia.

The shock nearly killed her, but Nora would give anything to feel it again. Exctasy. Fullness. Like the last piece of a jigsaw being slotted in. The cock was meant to be there, to fill her up, to complete her. She moaned into his throat. He returned it. His cock was still for just a moment, as if getting used to its new surrounding, but then he thrust. And thrust again. Something in the perfume unlocked a part of them, something primal; pure, unadulterated lust. Their lips parted away from each other, just so that they could groan and grunt and growl like the animals they were, no longer caring if anyone or anything could hear them.

Their bodies squirmed against each other. Eventually Nora felt it coming, both from him and herself. If he came it would set her off too, that's how thin of an edge she was on.

"Oh god Nora, I feel myself... I feel myself, ungh, cumming!"

"Oh fffffuck!"

Nora suddenly felt warmth in her stomach. Hot. It was hot. It got hotter every moment, and she felt fuller too. He bucked his hips a few times and then collapsed on top of her, both of the breathless. Minutes passed. The perfume still lingered but it was not as strong as before, and Nora began to find she was able to think a little more clearly. Not too clearly, but just enough to realise what they've done.

"Ohhh..." she whimpered breathlessly, "what... what did I just do..."

He did not reply, but he did kiss her again. "I didn't think I'd be so into fucking a woman... I feel... I feel kind of sick actually." He rolled off, clutching his mouth in shock. "I mean, you're beautiful and that felt amazing... but what the hell came over me."

Nora sat up, her legs spread. A line of cum dribbled from her vagina. "I- I didn't think this through..."

He turned to her. "Oh my god, I did cum in you didn't I? Shit, oh god I... I'm sorry! I didn't-"

"Brock, Brock it's fine... it's... not fine is it? Christ." She put her head in her arms. "It'll probably be fine, yeah. I'm not fertile right now... I think. My period was only a week ago..."

"Shouldn't we talk about it?"

"We should, and we will. But," she paused, looking for an excuse, "maybe after we get out of here."

"But don't you think we should-"

"Brock, this is my fault. I shouldn't have used that perfume. I wasn't thinking. It wasn't right to use it on you, I know that now. Can we... can we just pretend this didn't happen? While we're down here?"

He looked away, his hand on his knee. "Yeah. Alright. I understand. Just don't mention this to my sister, or she'll freak."

"Yeah, I wasn't planning to heh." She tried to curl her lips into a smile, but she failed. "I need to go."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Nora quickly got herself dressed, and left the tent. She nearly ran into Roxxy, but she mumbled something under her breath and avoided eye contact as she passed. Roxxy shrugged.

"What's up with her, psh."