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IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 3. BRIAN AND HIS CURSED PENIS KEEP GETTING INTO TROUBLE. Based on a post By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson3.jpg] SERIES RECAP. My name is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap my woes, so you’ll better understand. I was exposed to gamma radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for weeks and monitored my health. At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, (one of my bosses and also a licensed nurse), subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my semen. I swear I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried. Here’s where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew instantly, from her modest A cup to a D, I would guess. It was insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon, more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately wanted to find a way to synthesize it. “Natural breast growth? So many women will want that,” he insisted. The problem was, the breast development was only temporary, lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we haven’t discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not directly from the source - say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we actually did this) - well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery. I’m sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the team marched on with the work. What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ, the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women demand it. Masturbating alone isn’t good enough for them when exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and that that leads to the worst of it… Just like when a woman sucks me off, their tits instantly grow when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily. Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the tits finally, slowly, return to normal. For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones were off, because I hadn’t orgasmed in days, and they all needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all except for Karen, my boss. We’ll get to her issues later. So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any girl, or she’ll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a “build up” of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there’s no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst thing to ever happen to me. The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She’s my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B, Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it, but when her tits went back to normal the following day, she was grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore. So here I am, on a Sunday night, once again beating off, so that I can work in peace tomorrow. I wish I had a different life. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up. I just didn’t think it could get any worse. I was wrong. CHAPTER 4. “Well I sure hope you’re fucking happy now, Brian!” screamed Karen, the moment I walked into work the following morning. Karen disliked me from the start of my employment, well before the “incident” and her disdain for me grew on a daily basis. I also think she thought I derived pleasure from my predicament. She had no empathy, or understanding, of how it ruined my social life. “What? What now?” I cried. “I have been nothing but compliant, and I’ve done everything you have asked of me, since all this began!” “Heath’s dead.” Karen said, crossing her arms, glaring. My heart dropped. Heath was a healthy, middle-aged man. Or at least he was. How could this be? And what did I have to do with it? “Dead?” I gasped, repeating, “Dead? What… what happened?” Karen spit it out, “Over the weekend, he tried exposing himself to the same gamma radiation that you experienced. We found him this morning. Seemed he died of priapism. We’ve quarantined the room and sealed the east wing.” “Why are you blaming me?” I asked, dropping my briefcase on the floor. “That’s terrible. I don’t want anything like that to happen to anyone. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.” “Did you know he was going to do it?” “Of course not!” I didn’t hesitate answering. It was the truth. Karen’s deep prejudice against me may have some merit. After I came in her pussy at that meeting, knowing her tits would get huge and milky, I then put my cock in her face. It was kind of an evil thing to do, because as we all know, when a woman sees my cock, she has to suck it to completion. It becomes a compulsion for them. Karen is the only woman, of all the girls on the team, who was both exposed to getting creampied, and swallowing my load, in the same brief period of time. Herein lied a new development. Like everyone else, Karen’s tits ballooned up after I came in her. Lucky for her, being small chested, this turned her into a D cup. And just like the others, who got vaginally stuffed with my semen, she began lactating, too. I remember poor Janice being in the room at the time. She’s well over a D cup in her normal state, and this was the second time she had been affected by my sperm. The girl could barely walk, and had milk spraying everywhere, in all directions with her every move. But back to Karen… After a week passed, Karen was the only one whose tits hadn’t changed back to normal. Instead, they stayed large and continually produced milk. So much milk. More weeks have since passed, and she is still forced to nurse herself two or three times a day to relieve the pressure. Otherwise, she leaks like a sieve. One can understand why Karen hates me so fucking much. Still, having this occur had one bonus. It was the first time we had seen long-term (possibly permanent) breast enhancement derived from my sperm, something we’d been working on in the lab for months. We had discussed having one of the other girls try it - that is, taking in my semen vaginally and orally, in the same brief period of time - to see if they would develop this permanent growth like Karen did, but no one wanted to take on the risk, or burden, of having lactating tits. Right now, with Heath dead, I figured our research would be set back several months. He was our best scientist, too, very methodical in his work. I shook my head, looking to Karen, noticing she had two large wet stains on her blouse. Her nipples were leaking again. I assume she hadn’t yet noticed. “Karen, I promise. I had no idea Heath was going to do this. If I had, I certainly would have advised against it, and I would have warned you immediately. Heath may have been jealous about my… circumstances… but I assure you it is a curse, and I want nothing more than to be free of this problem! Had Heath succeeded, he would be regretting it. I feel so bad for him and his family.” “Dr. Peterson at UMH is going to do an autopsy for us,” said Karen, scoffing at me. “We’ve had to call the authorities, of course. Your history may come up in this investigation.” “Anything I can do to help?” I asked. “Karen, I’m so sorry. I know you and Heath were good friends.” Karen wiped an eye and looked at some papers she was holding. “Phil is finishing up a meeting in Houston with one of our license-partners, then he’s flying straight back. Would you mind helping Heath’s wife with the funeral arrangements? I need to organize things with Alicia, and write a couple reports.” Karen’s voice was cracking. I guess her sorrow had shifted to anger in my presence, but now her emotions were getting the better of her. I know she didn’t like me, but Karen was not a hateful person. She had genuine feelings and was hurting right now. “Of course, give me her number and I’ll do whatever I can,” I said. “I’ll email you the details. Uh, when is the last time you jacked off?” “Last night,” I sighed. “Do it again, before you meet with her.” Karen didn’t want my pheromones creating any issues. I understood, of course, especially during such a sensitive time. “Okay,” I conceded. I noticed Karen held herself differently since her physical change. She was always assertive, sometimes even aggressively so, but now that she had such a striking figure, she appeared more confident, even in her grief. I headed to my office, prepared to do the deed when I bumped into Janice. “Oh, hey,” I said. “Hey,” she repeated, eyes darting to the floor. She stepped aside, allowing more space between us in the narrow hall. Ever since I filled her pussy with my cum, and she had to manage those milky, enormous globes for a week, she went out of her way to avoid me. I used to be a bit bashful, and I was certainly never one to be described as a go-getter, but considering all the events I’d been through, I was beginning to find it easier to broach uncomfortable subjects. I touched Janice on the shoulder. “Hey, stop a second. Look, I get it. I know why you are apprehensive around me, but please know, I masturbate daily so I don’t produce those pheromones. I will never be irresponsible with this, and I will not put you at risk.” Janice huffed and kind of turned red. “I… I guess… look, Brian. Just stay on your side of the fence, okay?” “That’s what I am telling you. I will do just that. I’m only asking you to ease up. You can relax around me. The times you were exposed to me was during the discovery phase. Every test and experiment we’ve done since then has been with willing participants, with other women. It is always going to be that way from now on. I miss your company and our conversations.” Janice nodded and walked off, hurriedly. In time, I hoped it would get better. It was later that afternoon I met with Heath’s wife, Amanda. I drove to her house and she let me in, expecting me. She led me to the kitchen where we sat at the table. I spoke, “They asked me to help you with the arrangements, and to do anything you require during this difficult time.” Amanda was cuter than I expected her to be. A short, dainty little thing, we had never been introduced before this. She was somber, but I don’t think the real grief had yet set in. Some people experience trauma in strange ways. “Is it true?” she asked. “He did it on purpose? He exposed himself to radiation on purpose?” Due to the liability, the company had to tell at least some of the truth, but I just wasn’t sure if they gave more details, like as to WHY he did it. “As far as I know, we really don’t have all the details, but on the surface, that is what it appears to be.” Amanda was shaking her head. “I thought we were happy. Suicide? Why would he do that?” “Ma'am, again, we don’t know for sure what it is, but I am sure you will discover all the details in due time. There is one thing I do know. Heath always spoke highly of you. He loved you.” The widow gazed up, giving me half a smile. “I don’t even know what I’m going to do.” “That’s why I’m here. Why don’t we just focus on the funeral arrangements? The company is covering all expenses, so you won’t have to worry about anything. I’ve arranged a meeting tomorrow morning with the funeral director, but we can make some of the decisions now in preparation. Is that okay?” Amanda sniffled and nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “Heath really loved his work, I know that. I want you to know I don’t find any of you at fault.” I held my breath. Had she known more details, perhaps she wouldn’t be saying that. I continued giving information to Amanda that I hoped would help reassure her and said, “I’ve been advised to tell you that the president of our company insists on matching and honoring Heath’s full pension. It’s a forty-five year guarantee.” Amanda sighed. “I don’t want to think about that right now, but thank you. It’s nice to know.” “How about we get a few of the basics covered?” Amanda looked like she needed the social company, even it was a sad setting. We sat at the kitchen table and went through the coffin selection, service options, floral arrangements, and a host of other details. In between, she peppered the conversation with memories of her and Heath together. “Thank you for helping me with this. Heath and I don’t have any family.” “What? No parents? Siblings?” “We were orphans, both placed in the same home in our late teens. We fell in love almost immediately. Later, when we got our independence, I worked two shifts at bars and diners, while I put Heath through college.” “Wow, a lucky guy,” I whispered. Now I better understood the bond they shared. Heath was probably more handsome in his youth, and his wife must have been incredibly attractive then. In her mid-40s, she certainly held it together. Pert, lithe and perky, even in this depressed state. “We never had kids. Maybe that fear of being orphaned, who knows? We enjoyed our freedom, but yeah, no family. Both Heath and I were shoveled from one foster home to another, until we finally aged out of the program.” We’d been working for some time and I needed to uncramp my legs and pee. “Amanda, would you mind pointing me to the restroom?” “Oh, you know what, Brian? It’s through the hall and to the left, but… well, If it weren’t for… you know what? Just follow me.” Amanda got up and touched my wrist. “It’s back here, but easier to walk you there than try to give you directions. I love this house, but the placement of the guest bathroom is terrible.” Amanda took me through the living room, and down a split hall that took a sharp left. She opened the first door to the right, leading into a bedroom. She pointed to a door on the left-side wall, from the interior door. “Through there. There’s no access from the hall, so it confuses people.” “No problem. Thank you.” I moved past her, opening the door to the bathroom. Amanda stepped away, heading back to the kitchen, I presumed. I presume a lot of things. If you’ve been keeping up with my story, you would know that it’s my propensity of relying on assumptions, and presumptions, that constantly causes me grief. Well, it happened again. This time, it was assuming that Amanda had actually left the room. See, at home, when I am alone, or when I know my sister is asleep in her room, I have habits that are a bit more lax than most. I’m not gross or anything, I just don’t typically close the door when I go to the bathroom for a quick tinkle. As Amanda and I were the only ones in the house - and I thought she had walked back to the kitchen, I didn’t bother closing the door behind me. Why bother with a bedroom, hallway and living room between me, and the only other person in the house? I whipped out my cock and prepared for business. To this day, I am impressed by its hefty weight while it’s in its flaccid state. Ever since the work incident, it’s been like this. I lifted the toilet lid, and was just starting the stream when I heard Amanda’s voice. “Oh hey, I haven’t checked lately, but if you need more toilet paper, it’s under the sink.” When I heard her, my heart sank. She sounded very close. Too close… and before I got a chance to respond, her head popped around the door. Now I can only assume that the reason Amanda would poke her head into the bathroom, is because she believed I hadn’t started using it, as evidenced by the open door, I’m guessing. Perhaps she thought that I was in front of the mirror or something, or just about to close the door. Who knows? But the point is, I was standing just a few feet away from the door, aiming my peter into the water bowl when she saw me. The toilet is ninety degrees from the door, so I was angled with my side to her, and everything was clearly in her line of sight. “Amanda, no!” I yelled, attempting to turn and block my large cock from her view, but by then I was too far in to stop, and I couldn’t fully turn away. “Oh, I am so sorry, Brian!” answered Amanda, but instead of darting back out, she stepped further into the bathroom. “The uh… the door was open, so I thought maybe you were trying to find the toilet paper or something. I didn’t mean to…” “It’s okay,” I said, as I tried to shift my back to her more, yet Amanda kept inching forward, angling herself around to get a better peek. “Do you… do you think you could let me finish?” I asked. “Oh, again, I am so sorry. How thoughtless of me. I was just thinking.. well, gosh… I don’t know exactly…” As Amanda spoke, she continued creeping closer. I pushed the muscles in my bladder, trying to relieve myself as quickly as possible. This was getting awkward. If Alicia saw my penis, and I think she did, she was having the same reaction every other woman has: the insatiable desire to swallow my semen. I tried to slow her down. “Ma'am, I uh… I could really finish easier if you would please step back.” Amanda stopped, but she didn’t step back. Instead, she tilted sideways, and this time, finally caught a clear look at my long, thick shaft. I wasn’t sure how appealing it was with pee streaming out of it, but I couldn’t help it. I had to finish. “Brian, I have to… I have to…” Her voice was trembling, fingertips at her lips. I turned to her while still in mid-stream, lifting her chin up to meet my

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Irresistible Johnson: Part 2

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 2 JOHNSON’S MUTANT SPERM POWERS GROW STRONGER. By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson2.jpg] Chapter 2 I had cum so many times in a cup recently that my wrist needed a brace. The team had been trying desperately to discover what was in my semen that might be the catalyst to breast growth, but nothing in our investigations could discern anything. The chemical composition appeared to be the same as a normal man’s, and the sperm count was on the high side of normal. In the meantime, we’d also been giving Laura Pine daily doses of my jizz. She blew me every morning, first thing. Usually, her breasts were back to normal (for her, small) within 24 hours. On a few occasions, she sucked me off multiple times a day. Her tits erupted to insane sizes, but no changes in patterns seemed to help make the effects last longer, or be permanent. The team had gone straight into working a way to put my sperm into a pill form, anyway, to see if that would do anything. There had been no positive test results as of yet. It was Laura who got the idea one morning to try something different. She met with me, Phil and Heath and offered an experiment. “Hey, we keep trying this pill out and it never works. We can’t figure out what makes Brad’s sperm so special, either. I want to do something different.” I was getting antsy. By now, Laura was usually sucking me off. Why was she not getting straight to it? I knew I’d be jerking off into a cup several times later in the day, so I always enjoyed getting some real attention. It broke that monotony. “What ya got?” asked Heath. “I want Brad to masturbate today, as you probably need him to, anyway.” “Uh.. okay. We were hoping to get some samples today, yes.” “Let me drink it. We have never once thought to just see if it works by drinking it.” Phil and Heath’s eyes lit up. “My god, you’re right,” said Phil. “Laura, go round everyone else up. Bring them to the conference room. Brad, go do your thing. Be sure to get all of it in the cup.” “I’m getting good at that,” I said. I left and went to what we had termed ‘the chamber’ some time ago. It was just a private room with a desk, a chair, and a computer with internet access. I took off my pants and underwear and spent about ten minutes, as usual, trying to find something decent to ‘land on’ and push through this boring business. Once my cock got stiff in my hand, I knew within a couple minutes I’d be unloading in the cup. With expert skills, I snatched the cup with my left hand just prior to shoving my cock it. To avoid splash-back, I squeezed the muscles of my shaft as ropes of cum filled the empty container. I suppose there were worse ways to make a living. I put a lid on the cup and cleaned up after myself with a few wet tissues. I then repeated the pat-down with some dry ones. After pulling up my jeans and situating myself, I finally went to the conference room. “Oh, good,” said Heath, taking the cup from me as I came through the doors. “Have a seat,” he said, pointing to one of the empty ones. All the others were also seated around the table, and Laura happened to be at the end. Heath made his way to her and handed her the cup, just I finished settling in my chair. “Here goes nothing,” she said. She held up the cup and guzzled as much as she could in one attempt. She went back a bit to lick it up with her tongue. “Huh?” she said. “What is it, Laura?” asked Phil. Laura looked over at Phil and Heath and then at me and the others situated around the table. “You know how Brad usually tastes okay? Like it isn’t revolting or anything. At least, it never has been for me.” Karen Langdon, the one who genuinely despised me, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She was none too pleased she had sucked me off four times now, the last because she wanted to surprise her new boyfriend with big tits. “Yes, we know, she said. “Get on with it.” “This is… this is… this is so, so different.” Laura then reached into the cup with two fingers and swirled them around the inside, trying to get whatever remnants were left over. She then quickly shoved the two fingers into her mouth. “Oh, mph, gd,” she said. It almost sounded like “Oh my god.” She finally pulled her fingers back and said. “That is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. Ever. It’s like caviar on steroids.” “What?” asked Janice, stunned. “Probably a fluke. Something he ate?” Janice was seated next to me, closest to the conference room doors. She was the house skeptic and was more eager than anyone to break the science behind the phenomena of women getting big tits after swallowing my cum. Janice was also the only woman on the team who hadn’t sucked me off and swallowed it, but that wasn’t by her accounts because she hated the idea of blowing me. It’s because she already has enormous tits. By enormous, I don’t mean D cups. I know a musical scale goes up to G. I’m guessing she does, too. The idea of allowing Janice to get even bigger tits, if only for a day, mortified everyone; not just her. Phil or Heath had once joked about it, but even they weren’t that cruel. “What did you eat last night, Brad?” asked Janice. She was still watching Laura lick and suck her fingers. I shrugged my shoulders. “Same stuff I always do. I had ramen noodles and a PB&J.” “Do any drugs? Ingest or inhale anything out of the ordinary?” “Not that I can think of.” Phil raised his hand. “Brad, do you mind repeating this one more time.” I did the proverbial “do-I-have-to-shuffle” that one might see when asking their kid to take out the trash. “This time, I don’t want you to hesitate. When you’re getting sucked off, the women swallow your semen the moment it comes out. I want to see if there is window of time thing here.” “I see. Makes sense,” I said. I looked over at Laura. “I’ll be back.” “Please do! If it’s going to taste that good. Fucking hurry!” The other girls’ jaws were all open, looking Laura on, in disbelief. In their minds, she was turning into a cum-dumpster, always sucking off Brad, always getting such great tits every day, all day. It was difficult for Karen to admit, but she envied Laura. She would kill to have kept those tits permanent. She really hoped the team could crack this puzzle. This time, when I made it to the chamber, I took off my underwear and put my pants halfway back on, before doing my business. This way, after I squeezed out the last drop, I was able to quickly yank my pants up and rush to the conference room. It couldn’t have been thirty second from ejaculation to ingestion, as Laura snagged the cup from me the moment I arrived. She stepped back, almost like she was going to walk back to her chair, but she only made it about halfway. Laura began squirming and it became more and more obvious that she was horny. Straight up horny. “Fuck yes,” she said, slurping up the cum in the cup. She ran her tongue across the rim of the cup and then round and round in her mouth, allowing the taste to linger as long as possible before allowing it to pour down her throat. She then repeated her method of using two fingers to wipe up all the sperm in the cup. “Just like before, huh?” asked Jennifer. “I swear, better than the first time, even.” Laura paused and looked at me. “I’m not sure I want to suck you off anymore. I’d rather enjoy this flavor over having big tits.” It was then I noticed Laura’s tits hadn’t yet gotten bigger from swallowing that first load, like they do when she sucks me off. “Well, who’s to say you’re in the right for thinking you deserve either,” I objected. “Do I have no say in this experiment?” Heath shook his head. “You’re the one who messed up, Brad. Least you can do is ride along and let us figure this thing out. We will all be very rich if we crack this.” Heath was right about messing up. I should have been fired long ago. Laura looked at Phil and Heath. “You could sell this as-is, in a can, and people would pay good money for it. I’m guessing more than caviar, sincerely.” She looked up at me. “Rarer than caviar, too.” “Hey, I am not a factory machine, capable of pumping out gallons of jizz.” “It could be priced appropriately.” Then there was a very brief paused before she Laura made out a loud moan. “Umm; Hmm!!!” As Laura had been chatting up the idea of making a Brad Johnson Delicatessen, she inexplicable reeled into an uncontrollable orgasm. Her legs crossed and her tan business slacks became soaked in the crotch, so much liquid, one could wring it out. Laura’s left hand went to her left breast and she squeezed the nipple through her clothing as hard as she could. “Yes!” she screamed. Now, her other hand made it to her crotch and began stroking at what could only be described as an unnatural speed. Aggravated, Laura ripped off the top buttons of her pants, and shoved them, along with her panties, to the floor. She crammed her middle two fingers of her right hand into her pussy, and repeated the excessively fast stroking. “Laura, are you okay?” asked Karen, jumping up, cautiously moving toward Laura. Laura looked over at her and in her groans and moans, managed to quickly nod her head. “You’re okay?” Now Laura nodded with more exaggeration and more slowly, her eyebrows turned up in ecstasy. There was no denying she was enjoying getting off. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” Laura muttered, while looking down to watch her hands slam herself in the vagina. It looked so incredibly hot to her. In fact, everything in the room and around her made her horny. Drinking sperm in front of coworkers had made her horny. So horny. But now, with everyone watching her fuck herself… it drove her to the edge. Soon, she came again and finally fell back into a chair, legs spread wide. Karen rushed to her aid, checking her pulse and heart rate. “Breathe in, Laura. Breathe in.” But instead of breathing, Laura began laughing. Then that laughter grew louder and even a bit wicked. Karen, somewhat startled, edged back. Softly, she said, “Laura, I know I keep asking this, but are you okay? Can you describe what you are feeling?” This time, Laura shook her head and instead pointed at me. Or rather, my crotch. As I was standing on the same side of the table as Laura, but nearer the doors, I was clearly in her sight. I must have been the first thing that caught her attention after her intense orgasm. Laura had monopolized the attention of everyone in the room from the moment I’d arrived, and no one had noticed that my pants had come undone and fallen to the floor. Not even me. We were far too busy watching Laura pound herself, like some out of control animal in heat. Anyway, I must not have buttoned properly when I jolted out of the chamber to bring the sperm to Laura as quickly as possible. Janice, who I was standing closest to, followed Laura’s pointed finger to my cock, and instantly her eyes went wide. She then looked up to my eyes, then slowly back down to her cleavage that she was displaying while seated beneath me. Taking the advice from Karen that was meant for Laura, Janice took a deep breath in. She then looked up at me one last time. “I am so fucked,” she said. And a moment later, Janice was on her knees giving me the best blowjob of my life. Chapter 3 “Brian, I think we’re going to have to go at this a different way,” said Heath. “We’ve been hacking at this for months going nowhere.” “And I could really use a break,” I said. It was true. For four months now, I had been subjected to daily blowjobs from Laura. Not to mention the occasional ones I got from the other girls. This, coupled with having to jerk off in a cup almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day… well, I just needed to give my penis a rest. “Why don’t you take a week off,” said Phil. “All of us. We’ll come back refreshed and have the whole team sit around the conference table. We’ll discuss our findings, or lack thereof, and possible future approaches, before continuing on. Sound good?” Laura overheard and seemed displeased she would go a week without the benefits of sucking me off, but Janice seemed empathetic. She’d been listening in on the whole conversation, too. The one time she sucked me off, that poor girl had to be taken home in a U-Haul. Her poor tits were so heavy she could barely stand. Thankfully, the effects always wear off within 24 hours or so. “You deserve a break,” said Janice to me, before turning to the others. “I’ll send out an email to everyone that we’re taking next week off, and we met back in the conference room at 8 a.m. the following Monday. Staying home, away from the chaos and stress of work, and secluding myself from the world was the best vacation I could ask for. Being the center of attention all the time is wearing. By the time Sunday rolled around, I must have watched three dozen movies, cooked every day for myself, and even finished a couple books. I realized I hadn’t spent one second beating off or getting serviced by some woman. I really hoped that when we re-examined how we could further test and monetize by mutant sperm, it would involve me beating off a lot less. Usually, when I walk in at 8, I head straight to my office where Laura is waiting to suck me off. I didn’t even bother heading there now. Hopefully, today would mark a real change. "Oh, hi Brian,” said Janice, when I pushed through the conference room doors. Phil and Heath were already there, and just as I found a seat to the left of Janice, Laura, Jennifer and one of my other bosses, Karen, strolled in. Janice coughed and tugged at the top of her blouse. “Well, okay then. Everyone is here. Shall we get started?” Jennifer sat to my left and Laura and Karen now sat across with the two men in the room. Phil raised his hand. “Let’s address the obvious. Our goal is to discover a way to synthesize Brian’s sperm to put it into a pill form - or any form, for that matter - that would allow women to receive the same benefits as if they sucked him off. That is, they get a temporary breast enhancement.” Heath was kind of rolling his hands, indicating every one in the room knew this, so to get on with it, but Phil liked to be thorough. “Is it hot in here?” asked Janice, interrupting, while unbuttoning a couple of buttons. With her huge tits, she already exposed a decent amount of cleavage. Now the top third of her breasts were practically spilling out. “Yeah, it is a bit, I think,” said Jennifer. “But you don’t have to strip,” she laughed. Phil shook his head and continued, “Under the microscope, we’ve discovered not one thing different between Brian’s sperm, and the sperm of any other healthy adult male.” I noticed Jennifer reached up and gave her left breast a light squeeze. “Healthy adult male…” she mumbled. I turned to Phil and Heath to see if they saw what I just saw, but by then Jennifer had put her hand away. “However, when ingested in its natural state, Brian’s sperm is… well, according to Laura and the other girls now… delicious. Yet the two men we hired to come taste test it did not find it appealing at all.” That was true, we had done all kinds of taste tests these past months. “Umm, guys?” interrupted Janice. “Do you mind? This… uh… ” “Yes, what is it?” asked Phil. “I’m uh… just feeling a little strange… hot. I need to cool down or I am going to pass out.” “Do you need to lay down?” I asked, leaning in closer to Janice. As her chair was next to mine, I was able to touch her on the shoulder. “Are you feeling sick?” I asked. She looked at me. “No, not sick. Just, umm… guys, I need a minute.” Janice abruptly hopped up and ran out of the conference room. The rest of us were stunned by the sudden departure. “She is right, you know,” said Karen. “This room… or something… it’s making me kind of hot.” “Me too,” said Jennifer. “but not like hot hot. You know…” “Thank God I’m not the only one,” said Laura. “Jesus Christ!” Then Laura quickly pulled her purse off the floor and began digging through it. “I sometimes use this when I get too horny, but it has never been needed more.” All the men in the room jaws dropped as Laura procured an eight inch vibrator, with clitoral stimulator and all. Within seconds, she had stripped herself of her skirt and panties and was leaning back in her chair. “Oh my god, I really need to fuck someone right now. I don’t know if this is going to do it!” Laura then rammed that vibrator, and not before turning it on maximum, right into her open pussy, to the disbelief of everyone in the room. Well, the men, anyway. The other two women seemed to be getting as turned on as Laura, and they both began undressing. “Damn it!” screamed Heath. “Brian, did you do anything different?” “No! I swear!” I was being completely honest. “Come on, you had to have done something! How else to explain this phenomena?” “I swear, Heath. I haven’t even beaten off in a week. I came straight here. I didn’t fuck anyone or show anyone my dick all week!” While I protested, Laura rammed herself with the vibrator, while the other two girls finger-banged themselves. I tried not to let it distract me from the conversation. I didn’t want to get in trouble again. “Wait a minute,” said Phil. “So you’re saying you haven’t had any sexual release in a week?” “Yes!” I yelled. Heath and Phil looked at other and paused. Then, Phil said, “Pheromones.” Of course, it hit me and I stated as much, “You think my pent up sperm is somehow affecting these women? They all seem to be craving the need for intercourse.” “Yes! screamed the girls, in unison. "I think that explains it,” said Heath, shaking his head. “Is there no end in sight to these 'gifts’ of yours?” I looked at the three girls in the room, all pounding themselves, but each, in their own way, begging for the real thing. I then looked back to Phil and Heath. “Well, there are three of us.” “No!” screamed Karen. “Just you! I need you to fuck me.” Karen hated me. She always hated me. The fact she had blown me and sucked me off sometimes drove her nuts, I knew that, yet here she was begging to be fucked by me. “Use me!!” she screamed. “My pussy is yours!” “No, me!” screamed Jennifer. “I’ll let you fuck me in the ass!” Janice jumped up and pulled at my hardening crotch. “No, me! Let me fuck you, Brian. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” Heath slammed his fist on the table. “God damn it! Why do YOU get all the benefits out of this?” “I didn’t ask for this,” I protested. Those protests landed on unsympathetic ears when Janice pulled my pants and underwear off, almost with superhuman strength. S

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Helen the Housekeeper: Part 2

HELEN THE HOUSEKEEPER: PART 2 HELEN IS THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE GIFT Based on the posts by  Dina Petro [ https://www.aneroticstory.com/authors/Dina%20Petro]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/HelenTheHousekeeper2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [ https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/HelenTheHousekeeper2.jpg] I reported to the house I was given instructions to go to for house cleaning, I was received by the woman, who greeted me and let me in. The owners were a middle-aged couple, both real good-looking and in good health and shape, wealthy as well. They live in a nice, huge, fancy house, no kids. After greeting me, Jonny, the man who was in his mid-forties excused himself and went to his home office to work. The housewife, Sara, was a super good looking, busty and curvy woman of early forties at the most. She took me by hand and we started walking around the house, talking about the job needed. Sara told me she needed my services because she wanted their house to look super clean and fancy for the upcoming birthday party within a couple of days, I asked “Whose birthday is it, yours, or Johnny’s?” She said, “It is Johnny’s, I am not sure what to tell you Helen, I have been thinking so hard for the past period, I really want to make this year’s birthday very special to him, he has been so nice to me all year round.” I said, “Maybe I can help you; do you have anything special on your mind?” She said, “Anything that could be the surprise of his life, I was trying to make a surprise that he had never had or even expected.” She looked at me saying, “Helen, you are not going to be cleaning while wearing that dress, are you?” I said, “why not? Would you prefer I wore the maid uniforms?” She giggled saying, “No honey, I am not all that complicated, I just think it is a waste to get that sexy dress all wet and full of grease and dirt.” She did not wait for my answer, she just pulled me by the hand saying, “Come on follow me, let me find you something simple and comfortable to work with, mind you we will be both working hand in hand, so I have to change my clothes too.” We walked to her master bedroom upstairs, she asked me to take the dress off while she was looking in her closet for the proper dress or garment for me. I said shyly, “Sara, I have no underwear under my dress, no bra and no panties, I just feel it is much more comfortable working that way.” She smiled saying, “I agree, the best way to do it, mind you, I have no undies under my dress either.” She lifted her dress up, pulled it out over her head, revealing a hot set of real huge, firm and sexy tits, a silky soft body all over, a clean, super sexy cunt with a small bush over it. I simply loved what I was looking at. I did not want to stair for long, so I did the same. I pulled my dress off and on the side. Sara seemed to lose control over herself, she was looking me up and down, checking my whole nude body in front of her, she smiled saying “Helen, I knew you looked super-hot and gorgeous, but honest, I did not expect you to have such a sexy, breath-taking body.” I smiled shyly while looking downward and saying softly, “Thanks, I am flattered Sara.” She nodded smiling, but her eyesight was totally fixated over my nude body. Although I am a real slut who is fully experienced sex-wise, men and women; but I felt uncomfortable by the way she was looking at me and checking my body out. I figured she was bisexual and liked what she saw. I tried to break the silence by placing one hand over my tits, the other hand over my cunt as if covering up and saying, hey Sara, you seem to like what you see, are you bisexual by the way?” As if she had almost woken up as of a sudden, she giggled loudly saying, “I am sorry, I didn't mean it, and not really, I am not bisexual, but I am very curious about other women, almost making me bi.” A strange look was drawn over my face after her strange answer, and she continued saying “But, what makes me spaced staring at your gorgeous, sexy body is not what you have on mind, it is something totally different, to be honest with you? I think I have just found the answer to what had been keeping my mind busy.” I said, “What do you mean? What did you find?” She said, “I think I know what the surprise I am going to offer to my beloved hubby for his birthday.” I said, “Really? That makes me happy. I am glad it is my body that was giving you the hint to the answer. But what is it, if I may ask?” She said, “Of course you may, it is you Helen, your own body.” I said, What? What do you mean Sara, what does my body has to do with your husband’s birthday?” Smiling and looking so happy, she put what she had in her hands down, walked closer to me, hugged me real close saying, “Helen, I like you and I am sure you will be willing to help me solve this problem won’t you?” I said, “Yes of course, I like you too Sara, very much. I would do anything to help, but please elaborate a little and let me understand what you have on your naughty mind?” She said, “Honey, I know it is not part of your job and you came to this house as a cleaning girl, the sexiest and best-looking cleaning girl I have ever seen or met, the pay will be different and very generous of course.” I smiled saying, “Thanks I am flattered again. But I still do not understand what you want me to do.” She said, “I want to do something that I have never done before, not even thought about doing it, and I want your full help and support by all means please, I want to offer your gorgeous, hot, sexy body for my own beloved husband as his birthday surprise gift.” I was totally shocked, my lower jaw almost dropped to the floor, I said, “You must be hallucinating Sara, you don’t mean what you have said, do you? Do not tell me you want your own husband to fuck me?” She nodded with the biggest smile over her face saying, “honey, I am not drunk, I am fully sane. And yes, I want my husband to fuck and enjoy that lovely body of yours, and please you of course to the best he could.” I almost screamed loud when Sara stood right behind me, placed her hand over my mouth, rubbed her crotch to my ass. We were both nude. She rubbed my tits with her other hand, whispering in my ears, “honey, I know you will do this and I know for sure you will love it, you don’t seem to be a child, you are an adult who looks like an experienced girl.” I calmed down, kind of liked the way she was feeling my body and rubbing my tits, pinching my nipples, I said, “well, Yes, I am not a child, I am a fully experienced woman when it comes to sex, but I am not a whore and where will you be while your husband fucks me?” Sara turned around, came to me face to face. She hugged me and gave me a nice long passionate kiss on the lips. She whispered in my ears softly, “honey, do not fool yourself, we are all whores, we are sluts when it comes to enjoying a nice, long, thick cock. I am a whore and a slut too, mind you. I will be right here with you. I will lick your cunt making you cum nonstop while he fucks me. And when it is your turn to be fucked, I want to feed you my cunt till I cum in your mouth. Don’t you want to make it a special experience for me to have sex with a woman for the first time in my life?” I could not resist all the appetizers she was offering me, herself, her husband’s cock, and money over and above all. How could any woman resist or refuse. I hugged her so close and started kissing her on the lips with our tongues circling in each other mouth, same time, my hand was down in between her legs, finger fucking her wet cunt and rubbing her bullet hard clit. As we parted I said, “Yes Sara, I will do all of that for you, but how are you going to arrange all of that and when?” She said, “Now, nothing is better than now honey, it is going to be an advanced surprise gift for Johnny. But let me ask you first, do you have any problem with big cocks? Do you like them?” I shook my head with a no. Then I giggled saying, “don’t we all sluts like big cocks, don’t tell me he has a big one?” She nodded saying, “very big, long and thick too, what about anal, can you handle such huge cock in your ass?” I laughed saying, “Balls deep up my ass no matter how long and how thick it is.” She laughed saying, “That makes two of us. Johnny loves fucking my ass, and I am sure he wants to fuck yours as well.” Sara asked me to take a seat. She arranged the bed. She sprayed lots of perfumes of the type her husband loves and thinks is erotic. She asked me to lay down on bed and she used some gift wrap ribbon. She placed it over my shoulder to my waist with a red flower taped to it, right over my cunt. She told me to sit still and went to get her husband. A few minutes later, she walked in hand in hand with Johnny, her hubby, but he was blindfolded, she made him stand facing the bed and me, a couple of feet away and after starting some music; the happy birthday song, she unfolded the blind fold over his eyes. Johnny almost went crazy over what he had seen, the nicely arranged bed in his bedroom, me fully nude with a gift wrap ribbon over my body. His wife fully nude as well, with the same ribbon of gift wrap. He was looking around like a crazy one who was totally lost, not understanding anything around him. He said, “what is going on Sara? What is all of this about?” Sara got closer to her husband, hugged him so close, gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips, then parted saying, “This young, gorgeous, sexy hot woman’s body is going to be your surprise gift for your birthday. I want you to enjoy her all you can, and of course along with my body same time, no rush, we have all night long.” He said, “Honey, we have never talked about this. Are you sure you know what you are doing? Can you handle it? I can’t have sex with another woman Sara, I am married to you, and I love you deeply.” Placing her hand over his already rock hard cock, she said, “Honey, I know what I am doing. I know we have not talked about it, but I know you can, and will, fuck her and me together. If your mind is slow to comprehend, your cock has a different point of view. Look how hard your cock is, Johnny babe.” Without waiting for any answer from her hubby, Sara, started stripping him out of his clothes while he was standing there looking at me, and at her; fully naked for his own services. Sara came next to me on bed and laid down on her back, both of us spreading our legs, while Johnny was on his knees at the lower end of the bed checking our bodies out. Just like a child who got a new gift and so happy with it, he kissed both of us on the lips, one after another, then used both of his hands to rub our tits. Then he was going down with both hands over our belly’s and started rubbing our cunts, one in each hand. Johnny said, “Honey, true you said we have all night, but I do not think I can wait while in the middle of heaven that I am in.” Sara laughed saying, “who is stopping you babe, we are all yours. By all means.” He was licking our pussies one after another till, we both came. Then Sara and I shared sucking on his huge cock for a few minutes. Sara suggested starting the serious action. She told me to lay on my back, spread my legs, and curve them forming a v shape, she asked Johnny to get on his knees between my legs. She started sucking on Johnny’s cock till it was rock hard, then she licked my cunt till I was so ready to be fucked. In her own hand, she held her husband’s cock and started pushing it slowly in my cunt, and he fucked me like a real whore deserves to be fucked. At other times, Johnny was fucking his wife doggy, while she was eating my cunt or sucking on my nipples. We switched positions many times that night, and fucked in every possible way. Once Johnny was tired and was relaxing, Sara and I were licking each other’s pussies in a sixty-nine position, then we scissored cunts till we were screaming our heads. and cumming like fountains. When we were relaxing, Johnny leaned over his wife, saying, “Honey, it seems like I am discovering lots of things tonight that I had never dreamt would happen! One thing, I could never believe you would let me fuck another woman while you are watching, or participating in the action. The second thing, I never knew you liked women and you were bisexual.” She laughed saying, “Honey, none of this was planned ahead. It was a spontaneous idea that I thought about; presenting Helen’s body for you, as a birthday gift. And it just happened. But I loved it, honest! Regarding my being bisexual, you are right. I had never known it, either. I knew I was curious, but it is the first time in my life I had actual sex with another woman, I loved it too. Did you?” He nodded saying, “Yes I sure did. I found it a turn-on too, for me.” She said, laughing out loud, “What is it exactly you have loved? Me licking another woman’s cunt, or me presenting another cunt for you to lick and fuck while I watch?” We were all laughing very loud, and his answer came, “I have to be honest, Both!” Based on the posts by  Dina Petro [ https://www.aneroticstory.com/authors/Dina%20Petro]  TWO OLDER MEN I was called by the office and informed of having a cleaning job to perform, they gave me the address and time to be there, at the exact time I was ringing the doorbell, an older man who was at least in his late sixties or early seventies opened the door for me, from the first moment, he seemed to be a nice man with lots of flirting habits, he was always smiling and giggling. I greeted him smiling and saying, “you have called the cleaning service requiring a maid Sir?” He nodded smiling and saying “Yes ma’am.” I said “I am Helen, your cleaning lady Sir, and I am at your service.” With a wide smile he said, “come in please.” He held my hand high leading me in talking to another man saying, “Hey Jim, look, can you believe it, does this queen look like a maid?” Walking further in, I noticed another older man about the same age standing there, he giggled answering “what? A maid, how could that be John, no fucking way, who could believe that?” I was dressed in very short pair of denim shorts, a short T-top revealing my tummy and belly button area and a pair of high heeled, short boots, almost enough for me to clean comfortably, although we all know that cleaning houses was never my main intention when I started taking this job in intervals while having free time, I always had other intentions of making easier money by flirting with clients and homeowners, that is why I try to dress in seductive clothing, but not enough to look like a slut. Both older men, who were old enough to be my grand daddies, held both of my hands walked me into their living room, asked me to have a seat, Jim said “no one could ever convince me that you are a maid sweetie, you look like a queen to me, that both of us old farts could be your servants.” We all laughed so loud, but they sure looked very rich to me, from their house and other hints I had, I answered softly in a feminine soft, sexy voice “I am not a maid Sir, I am a grad student, but I do this job partially to make enough money to help me out till graduation, it is an easy job with flexible working hours, anything wrong with that?” Both older men had nothing to do with shyness, very brave and direct forward, they were both checking my body up and down, right, and left, as if I was merchandise they wanted to buy, which did not upset me at all. It pleased me, in a way. Kind of turned me on, believe it or not. John seemed to be the homeowner and Jim was his visiting friend, they were having fun, playing cards or so before my arrival, I was seated in the middle of a wide, spacy couch in the living room, both men sat on both of my sides, very close to me almost touching my sides. They were big flirts, as I have mentioned earlier, but their flirting wasn’t of any annoying type, it was pleasure to me, especially that they are very old both, and I happen to be the type of woman who enjoys the company of older people a lot. And I enjoy making them happy and pleasing them in any way I can. Their intentions of sexual flirting and appraising my body, checking it out was hard to mess, but that did not annoy me either. I am the sex-loving woman who would not mind pleasing them in anyway, if it was with benefits in return, which I had on mind by doing the cleaning lady or maid job anyway. John looked me in the eyes with a wide smile, lifted his hand up stretched it till it was over my thigh but not touching it about a fracture of an inch high. He looked at his hand, my thigh, then back at my eyes, smiling and asking, “May I feel them?” Without thinking twice, I nodded smiling and saying “Sure, go ahead Sir.” He felt my thigh, rubbing his hand softly over it up and down, closing his eyes, making hums, and sounds saying “wow John, this feels like a truly genuine silk! She is the prettiest woman I have ever seen, soft too.” He kept his hand moving over my thigh. We all laughed loud when he said, “by the way, I don’t want you to call me ‘Sir’ any more. My name is John, and this big old fart is Jim. Don’t you ever believe you are a maid in this house. Forget it! Consider the maid job is done already and well paid for. But you are now our honorable guest, let’s enjoy it and have fun?” I smiled, looking him in the eyes, saying “fun? What kind of fun do you guys have on mind?” He laughed saying “any kind our beauty queen would allow us to have.” By then it was my time to be smart and naughty at the same time, holding the stick from the middle by saying “well, thanks for considering the cleaning job done and paid for, but you do not expect having fun would be at the same price, do you?” I made it sound like a joke, but I was literally asking if they would pay money for having any fun they liked with me, and I think they both got the hint, properly and directly. They both seemed pleased to hear it, as well, as they were super rich. It looked to me that money was never an issue for them. They also did not want to make it sound like hooking or so. John was still feeling and rubbing my thigh going upwards to high levels almost touching the edges of my cunt under my denim shorts lose leg, same time, while we were talking, Jim felt jealous, he lifted his hand over my other thigh and looked me in the eyes, I smiled nodding, he was feeling and rubbing my other thigh as well. After mentioning the money issue, they both looked at each other smiling happily and John said “of course not, I believe fun with a gorgeous woman like yourself is priceless and not many men could fall into heaven like that ea

2 Jun 2026 - 1 h 0 min
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Irresistible Johnson: Part 1

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 1 SCIENTIFIC ACCIDENT GIVES BRIAN THE PERFECT PENIS. By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson1.jpg] Chapter 1. My name was Brian Johnson and that name was about to become notorious among the scientific community. I worked on a research team studying the effects of gamma radiation on living tissue and organisms. The research lab I work at is located forty feet underground, for a myriad of safety reasons, even if many thought it went overboard; unnecessarily cautious. But it’s meatheads like me that validate the needs of such safety protocols. One Saturday morning, while working alone, I accidentally opened a door to a sealed room, one we had purposefully contaminated earlier that week. It was getting cleaned through a new process involving some chemicals, and specific wave-length light pulses. Due to the new installation of this system, some of the original safety services and protocols had been disabled, which allowed me to gain access to the room, unfortunately. I got fully exposed as the alarms went wild. For the following month, my team repeatedly cleaned the facility and quarantined me to one room in the lab. I was on a high liquid diet and scrubbing myself down daily with chemical soaps and abrasive pads. Vitals were taken several times a day, along with blood work. Karen Langdon, the facility’s on-hand nurse practitioner, stopped by to visit me in my room near the end of the quarantine. I noticed she no longer was wearing a respirator, so the lab must have tested safe days ago. I was behind a plastic curtain which separated my half of the room to just a bathroom and bedding area. “You cost us a fortune, Mr. Johnson, you know that?” “I know,” I said. “I’m sorry.” Karen was a great medical nurse, every bit as knowledgeable as any general practitioner, probably better than most. She also happened to be a vested partner in the lab, and I think she had that on her mind every bit as much as my health. It was difficult to score research grants and jobs in our field, and a safe laboratory was critical in maintaining them. This mishap wouldn’t go unnoticed, and I felt very badly for having put my coworkers and the company under such stress. “Well, your vitals are all coming back fine. In fact, you’re in perfect shape. You’ve always been fine with your BMI and weight, but your pulse and blood pressure are better than ever. White blood cell count also better than it was last time you were here. I think you’re lucky.” “I guess so. Maybe that new cleaning system works better than expected,” I said, hoping. To be honest I was terrified. Often, the effects of radiation aren’t discovered until weeks or months after exposure, organisms developing tumors is common. The only thing that’s noticeable though is white blood cell count being abnormally high almost immediately. I was somewhat relieved to hear the news that mine was fine after a month in quarantine. “We’re going to let you out tomorrow,” said Karen. “Yeah, I figure I’ll leave this bag I’ve been living in, just to go out and get fired.” “That probably should happen, but it won’t,” said Karen. She knew something I didn’t. “You got exposed. We aren’t for a minute going to let you run wild. We have to keep an eye on you. So, for better or worse…” I dropped my head. “I know, I was careless. If I’m staying on, I’ll do my best to make it up to you, Karen.” Karen huffed a bit and then said, “Well, I guess that’s the best an attitude we both could have about it. So back to you. Are you positive you haven’t experienced anything strange? No panic attacks? No cold sweats? Heart palpitations? No physical changes? We need complete honesty to understand how we may need to address something.” I carefully thought about what she was asking. The truth was that ever since the incident, I did feel better than ever, and told the nurse as much. I explained that I always made a point to keep in shape, but I honestly felt like I was in peak condition now, even though I’d been cooped up in this room for the past month. Other than feeling good, I didn’t experience anything else. “Oh wait, I said. There is one thing,” I said. “I never brought this up before, because it’s kind of embarrassing, and well… I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean, I’m not even sure if this incident has anything to do with it…” “Go on, Brian. Just tell me already.” Karen was behind the partition, but I could sense her impatience. “Okay, here it is,” I explained. “Normally, my penis hangs like the average guy’s, I guess. I may be just shy of seven inches fully hard, which I think is fine, but soft, the little guy usually just looks like a turtle tucked over my ball sack. There’s not much to it. Anyway, about a week after the incident I noticed it hanging rather low. Like… not half hard, but just hanging. About four or five inches long.” “Well, Brian, this does sound strange. You’re saying your penis got bigger?” “Well, when I get erections, I notice it appears to have more girth, but I don’t think it’s much longer. But soft, it just always hangs low now. Other than that, no change in anything. If that’s the worst of this, I’ll take it. Kinda nice, actually.” “And that’s it. Out of ALL the things that could have happened to you, you just happen to get… what?? A penis that you find more appealing?” “Well, I didn’t ask for it,” I said. “but I’m okay with that.” “Yeah, I’m sure you would be.” I heard the plastic barrier between us come unzipped as Karen entered. She had placed a filter over her nose and mouth, but was otherwise not geared up like usual. I guess they were about ready to let me mingle with them again, as I showed no trace amounts of radiation. I stood up facing her. “Alright, big guy, let’s see it.” Excuse me?“ I practically screamed. I didn’t expect a genital exam over it. My word was good enough. “You’re saying it’s ALWAYS this way? Half hard?” “It isn’t hard,” I explained. “It’s soft. Completely soft. When it gets hard it just gets stiffer and wider, really, not longer. It also rises, of course.” I felt weird being so blunt with her. “I don’t want to see it hard,” she said. “Just show me exactly what you mean. Please, drop the pants. It won’t take but a few seconds to get this over with.” The nurse was speaking pragmatically, as a professional. She seemed annoyed this was my only side effect. Having to inspect a penis from a guy she probably didn’t like very much was unlikely to be appealing to her. “You can take my word for it,” I said. “I believe you,” said Karen. “But due diligence. Let me see if I see anything unusual.” She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. I sighed and finally dropped my pants, underwear with it. As usual, my cock hung down, easily six inches. It was a look I would be proud to sport at a nude beach, I thought to myself. Karen paused, just staring. I could tell she was somewhat impressed. Finally, she said, “And you’re like this all the time? Never soft like you used to be? I know what you mean. My ex-boyfriend had a nice looking penis when it was hard, but he was embarrassed of it when it would shrink away. You know we girls don’t really care.” She was almost blushing. I could barely believe Karen was being so intimate with me, as she didn’t stop looking at my hanging cock. Finally, she knelt down, getting closer, lowering her mask. “No decolorization or shading?” she asked, looking up at me. It was unusually erotic seeing her face only a foot or so away from my cock and I struggled to keep my thoughts straight. “I haven’t seen any problems, Miss Langdon. Like I said, it just hangs there all day, all the time, even after… well… you know.” “Really?” she asked, drawing her eyes back to it. She slowly lifted her left hand and lifted the head of my penis, inspecting the underside of it. “It doesn’t look like your vessels are stressed. It looks like a regular, healthy penis. Very healthy…” Her voice drifted a bit at the end. Karen must have only been six inches from it now and looking down at her so close caused an immediate reaction. Blood rushed through my shaft, pulsing my shaft up a couple notches. My penis thickened a touch and I wriggled back from the nurse a bit. “Oh, I am so sorry,” I said. “Is that normal?” she asked, looking up at me again. “Well, uh… no,” I said. “Just when… uh… it’s normal, I mean. I just had a reaction, is all.” “To what?” she asked, looking at me, deadpan, rising off the floor. “I’m sorry, Miss Karen. Your face was just so close to my penis. I had a normal reaction to it, just like if any woman was that close to it.” “Any woman?” “Well, uh… I don’t mean to offend.” Karen suddenly dropped to the floor again, putting her face close to my cock, but she continued to look right at me in the eye. “You’re saying ANY woman’s face being close to your penis makes you want to have an erection?” “Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, both shocked and turned on, as her cheek was now no more than three inches from my shaft, yet she still looked at me, expecting answers. She had to have been teasing me, I thought, yet she looked so serious. “What I am asking, Mr. Johnson, is this: Would you have had the same response prior to being exposed to the radiation, if some girl’s face was next to your cock?” “Well, yes, I think so. When a woman is willing to get so close to it, it usually merits that it would be getting hard. I know this is a medical setting, but I just had a reaction is all. I am stating that I was sorry for having that reaction. I don’t think it is something we should be concerned about.” Finally, Karen took her eyes off me and turned them to my cock. Her nose was practically touching the head of it. I think I even felt her breathing on it. Of course, my reaction was stronger this time. With her being so blatantly sexual, my cock pulsed up in response and punched her in the chin. Karen Langdon, a woman I knew who really kind of despised me, just allowed my cock to touch her face. This only made my cock get harder and now it was rubbing against her upper cheek as it stiffened up. She slowly looked back up at me, but didn’t move her position, allowing my cock to scrape her skin the whole time. This time, as she looked up at me, her eyes looked more seductive than a medical professional’s should be. She was breathing a touch fast and said, “Brian, you have a beautiful cock. It’s so beautiful.” I was flattered. Even though I thought it looked great, her confirming it definitely stroked the ego. “Thank you,” I said. “You say your cock hangs like that even after you orgasm?” My eyes almost popped out of my head, but before I could answer, she grabbed my shaft and forced the head of my cock in her mouth, licking all over. She quickly picked up the pace and weaved my dick in her mouth as it became wetter and wetter. It was as if she made it her mission to extract every drop of cum I had, and I did just that unloading in her mouth. She swallowed loudly as she guzzled as much down as she could manage. With cum dripping off the edges of her lips, she dropped back, exhausted. “Oh my god,” she said. “I can’t believe I just did that. Why did I do that?” Her eyes were racing left and right. “I’m sorry?” I asked. “You started it. Are you okay? I don’t want you to regret anything. I enjoyed that. Thank you.” I could tell her heart was pounding fast and she looked at me with curled brows. “It was so weird. All I could think of when I saw your penis. I mean from the VERY moment I saw your penis. I wanted to suck it, Brian. I wanted your cum.” She glanced at my now hanging cock and looked up again frantically. “I can’t explain it. I needed it so badly. It doesn’t make any sense.” “Wait, you’re saying you had no control over it over wanting it, but you really didn’t want it?” “I don’t know,” she said, sighing. “I just… it’s like a voice inside me, combined with an insatiable thirst - one I have NEVER felt before, mind you - I just wanted to swallow your cum. I wasn’t even…” her voice trailed off and then she slowly looked up at me. “I always hated the taste of cum.” “Excuse me?” I asked. I wondered if I should pull my pants up, but I left it there, allowing her to witness that what I had claimed was true; that my cock did hang low even after an orgasm. Karen finally stood up, straightening her clothes a bit. “Look, we can’t tell anyone this or we would both lose our jobs, but Brian, that was weird. I don’t ever get horny like that. And that’s the thing. I wasn’t even horny. I just had this absolute need to swallow your cum.” “And you think this may have something to do with the incident?” “How else to explain it? I’m curious, do you have a girlfriend?” “Sadly, no.” “Any friends who are girls?” “Well, my sister who lives with me. She has friends that come over to the apartment all the time.” Karen picked up a clipboard. “I obviously cannot detail what happened today, but if you have the same reaction occur from other women, we need to know.” I cut her off. “Same reaction? What? You want me to go around flashing people?” Karen tilted her head and lifted an eyebrow, before coming to her senses. “Well, look, whenever. The thing is IF other women have a reaction like I did… the need to swallow your cum… please come report it. We could get it in your medical records sooner than later. I think it is important to do, but I don’t think we should report what just happened between us. Do you understand what I am saying?” I finally pulled my pants up and said, “Okay,” when I noticed something uniquely different about Karen. Her face was flush, in fact all of her skin was pink. I wondered if she was running a fever. More noticeable, were the pineapple-sized curves she was displaying under her nurse’s outfit. I’d always thought she was flat. “Karen?” I asked, looking at her chest intensely. It drew her eyes to them. “Oh my God,” she said. “No, no, no, no, no!” She quickly stripped out of the uniform. Her bra did nothing to keep her huge breasts from pouring over them. Nipples and cleavage were everywhere. She unsnapped the bra, sending it flying, exposing what must have been a pair of double dees. “Oh my, do you think this is from my cum?” I asked, bluntly. “What else?” she screamed, wide eyed. “Please tell me they stopped growing.” “I didn’t notice them until you got up. It must have been a very quick surge of growth, like right after you swallowed all that cum.” Her eyes drifted a bit as she whispered, “And it was so much cum…” “We’re going to have to tell the team,” I said. “This won’t go unnoticed.” I waved at her new set of knockers. I found them amazing, but it did give her the appearance of a bimbo. Karen looked at me, defeated. “Alright, so we tell them. All of it. The whole truth.” “I don’t see why you wanted to lie about it.” “Brian, look at me. I am going to be frank here.” “Okay.” “You’re a physically attractive man, but I am not, by any measure, attracted to you. I’m also kind of your superior here and I do have an occasional boyfriend. I’m sure you have had girlfriends, but you and I are NOT a match. I just don’t like your personality.” “Don’t hold anything back,” I said, referring to a Seinfeld joke she was probably unfamiliar with. “When I saw your penis, and remember, I was only examining it for medical purposes,” she stressed, “I didn’t get horny, but I had this incredible urge to swallow your semen. And now this.” She pointed at her tits. “I’m not sure anyone will believe us, but we’re going to need volunteers.” “Volunteers?” “Someone else to look at your penis.” Then Karen grabbed her purse, wiped her mouth with a nearby napkin and said as she was leaving, “I’ll be back in an hour with the rest of the team. Be ready.” It was Phil and Heath who came into my room first, not twenty minutes after Karen had left. “Holy shit, the cans on her!” cried Phillip. “It’s kind of fucked up, man,” said Heath. “But they do look pretty good.” “You saw them?” I asked. “Well, not naked, but yeah, we saw her new figure,” said Phillip. “Wait. You actually saw them?” “Uh, yeah, I did, I guess. They’re pretty spectacular.” I considered Phil and Heath work associates more than friends, but we could be honest to each other. They both barreled in laughter. Still, I could tell Heath was concerned. He’d been studying gamma radiation for years, and never had exposure to it proven beneficial for anyone. “I have to say, I am a bit worried now about these effects,” he said. “Supposedly, your penis changed shape and now, her breasts. Only after swallowing your semen. It sounds ridiculous, yet we saw the evidence from her.” “Don’t for a minute think I am going to let you see the evidence from me,” I quickly retorted. “She said the need for my sperm was insatiable. I don’t want men risking that same effect.” “Hmm, good point,” said Phillip. “But what woman is going to volunteer for this?” “Oh, I know who,” said Heath. “Janice. The loudmouth atheist we hired last year that works in C lab. Always a skeptic about everything.” “If someone from our team won’t volunteer, I suppose we could ask,” mumbled Phil, when the rest of the team finally did arrive. Karen, of course, but also Jennifer Hastings and Laura Pine, both married women in their 30s, and both shared a rather plain girl-next-door look. “So as this information goes up the chain, I would appreciate everyone understanding that what occurred today was NOT meant to break work ethics and rules.” Karen was updating everyone on the events that occurred, while trying to excuse us of any wrongdoing. She continued, “We admit we violated company policies, but please understand it was against our will.” “Who forced you?” asked Jennifer. Karen did her best to explain that the compulsion she experienced was one she had no control over, when Jennifer interrupted and pointed at me. “Brian had control, though, didn’t he?” I suppose I did, only I just now realized it. I willfully engaged in sex while Karen didn’t. I tried to explain myself, but it all looked pretty bad for me. First, I caused this mess and cost the company a fortune in cleanup costs, and then I willfully engaged in sexual acts that breached our code of conduct. I was an idiot, who appeared to not even want to

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Babysitter with Benefits: Part 4

BABYSITTER WITH BENEFITS: PART 4. TOYS AND REVIEWS. By Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger/works/stories].  Listen to the►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits4.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits4.jpg] Dinner was finished and we tidied up the kitchen while Thomas watched a TV cartoon. "So," Ella said playfully after having glanced towards the living room to ensure Thomas was indeed firmly parked in front of the television. "What's been on your mind this afternoon?" . I stifled a laugh. She knew perfectly well what had been on; what was on; my mind. The little Tease. "As I said, I am not sure I'd like to go all in and, well, have you in my ass, to put it bluntly; but it;" She paused, staring at something far off for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "I never really gave it much thought until a couple of weeks ago, I believe I saw an article in an online newspaper. You know, 'My boyfriend wants anal, what do I do?' or something like that.” I continued cleaning up while she talking; “Anyway, that got my mind onto that track, and; Well, it has been impossible to let go of it, like? I'm just too curious as to what it feels like, now. I'd like to; make that have to try it, I think, before I can put the thought to rest. However, I'm a little concerned I'll find having you in me a bit, uh, too much, at least for starters; and I'd hate screaming at you to stop, so; Well, maybe some toys? Some anal beads, a slim vibrator, that kind of thing? We could buy a few and see where it takes us, what do you think?" What I thought? I was ready to whip out my credit card and ask her to go on a shopping spree. But my response was less hysterical; "Well, I'd be lying if I claimed to not have given the subject of your no doubt incredibly snug ass clenching around my cock some thought, especially this afternoon;" She giggled, no doubt imagining; correctly, as it were; that I had hardly been able to think of anything but her ass since this morning. "As for toys, though, it so happens I already have a few which could do the trick, me thinks, if you're Okay with testing out some, uh, pretested ones. Oh, I've cleaned them thoroughly with adult toy cleaner, no worries; but I have a couple of ass plugs and a string of anal beads in the bottom drawer of my nightstand." Ella gave me a quizzical look. "Really? I'll be checking them out in a minute, but, pray, tell me; what's it like? Can't be all bad, seeing as you still have the toys, I guess?" I laughed. "Definitely not all bad, quite the contrary; anything in there tends to feel massive, and with every small move one makes, one can feel it inside; Well, go have a look, I can deal with the dishes;" Ella wasted no time heading for the bedroom. I stole a glance at her pert, little ass, for the time being wrapped up in the tightest of jeans one could imagine. I sighed and shook my head in disbelief, even the fact that she enjoyed having sex with me was almost surreal; but this, maybe even offering me her ass; I swallowed. Hard. I then vigorously attacked the pans with the dish brush in a futile attempt at distracting myself. That didn't work too well. Now Ella was probably sitting on my bed, examining my toy chest, wondering what the various silicone playthings felt like up her rear; I shook my head again, sipped a little wine and put the pans on the counter to dry, before starting to lay the table. Halfway through, Ella returned, that oh-so-familiar smirk painted all over her face. "So, Mr. Adventurous", she giggled, reaching for her glass. "Have you REALLY used that biggest one? Or is it just something you keep around for bragging rights; or, for that matter, to suggest to innocent young women that your cock surely isn't going to be THAT large in their asses, seeing as you can take such a beast?" I laughed. "Well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and until lately, those play thingies were my only sex partners, you know; Oh, and the biggest one? Bought on a whim to see if I could take it. I can, but not comfortably so; needs a lot of warming up with smaller toys first, and lube like my life depended on it!" "So," Ella suggested. "Seeing as you're no stranger to ass play, it seems; What do you say you pick one, use it on yourself, then fuck me, huh? Would that be something worth pondering? I got dibs on that cute, little purple one; looked kind of like a suitable beginner toy, that, barely bigger than my pinky;" I swallowed. Again. "Sure can do. Oh, and you're right about that purple one, first one I bought, nice tickle when you turn on the built in-vibrator." Ella groaned, clutching her glass. "Oh, that sounds hot. Way hot. I want you to fuck me while that thingy does its thing in my ass." That being settled, she turned her attention to finish setting the table, leaving me a little flustered; and, I might add, painfully erect; for a few seconds before being able to let go of the thought of what was likely to happen once we'd had dinner and Thomas had fallen asleep. Taking the lasagna out of the oven, I suggested we leave it to set for a few minutes before eating; just enough time to toss a simple salad. Chopping and slicing whatever green-ish stuff I could find in the fridge; some romaine and rucola, a little bell pepper, some kalamata olives, an onion; then topping it with a dash of a honey vinaigrette, it was just about time to call Thomas to the table. "Will you go fetch him, please?" I chuckled to Ella. "He's a lot more likely to come for dinner if you ask him to do so, he's currently testing wills with me just about every time I ask him to do anything;" Leaving her wine glass on the kitchen table, she gaily strolled into the living room, suggesting to Thomas that dinner was ready and that the oh-so-exciting cartoon he was watching would be there after dinner, too; perhaps they could watch a little of it together while his dad did the cleanup after dinner, so that Thomas could tell her a little about what she'd missed, not watching the show from the start? Seconds later, one happy kid came running into the kitchen, telling me that Ella and he was going to watch TV while I did the dishes after dinner. "Ella decided!" he snickered, very pleased with himself. "Oh, that sounds like a great plan," I smiled. "I can clean up, then perhaps Ella would tuck you in and read you a story before you fall asleep? But, first; dinner. Would you like some salad?" Thomas pondered it for a second, glancing at the bowl. "I don't like olives, but the rest looks good;" Ella promptly suggested she LOVED olives, and would only be too happy to eat whatever olives he passed her way. "They're so salty and; Well, the taste remind me of something;" she glanced over at me and winked, while Thomas, oblivious to her teasing me; thank God; started digging into the salad bowl while I put a little lasagna on his plate, taking care to ensure he got a good helping of melted cheese. Somewhat to my surprise, I found that once the meal got started, any thought of bedding Ella took a back seat to the simple joy of a good meal in good company; reliving the highlights of our morning spent basking in the snow, Thomas giving Ella a brief recap of the exciting bits of the book I'd been reading to him after we'd returned back home; well, while I felt our mealtimes were among the day's high points even when it was only the two of us, sharing the meal with a friend; as she most undoubtedly was, to both of us; well, it took it to another level. I caught myself wondering how many days we'd have to wait before inviting her over for dinner again. For a little while, it felt almost like a family dinner. Ella caught me staring at her, smiling back and forming a silent 'Soon!' with her lips. I shook my head softly. "I just; Well, it struck me how much more conversation there is when there's three of us around the table." I blushed a little, then nodded to Thomas. "Don't you think so, too? That having auntie Ella over for dinner is nice?" Vigorous nodding. I sheepishly glanced over at her. "I just realized that whenever you're around, Thomas and I both; Well, you appear to bring out the best in the both of us, while also adding lots to the mix." I blushed more, concerned that I maybe was about to veer too close to the subject we'd decided was off limits; emotion, affection; "Quite simply put, this home is a better place whenever you're in it. Not just for the, ah, adult reasons." I murmured the last part of it, hoping Thomas wouldn't pay sufficient attention to ask what 'adult reasons' meant. He didn't. Ella's turn to blush, but luckily, she took it the way I had intended it; as a heartfelt observation and compliment rolled into one; she was observant enough to have noticed the same thing herself, probably. Leaning over, she hugged Thomas, then smiled at me after having worked herself out of his embrace. "Thanks, I do really feel like I am somewhat part of the family by now." She giggled. "I probably get to put Thomas to bed more often than many parents do with their own kids!" Which was all the cue he needed to suggest he was done eating and would love to be read a goodnight story, he'd even forgotten about the plan to watch more TV. It took all the forces of persuasion we possessed between us to have him calm down for long enough for us to finish our meals; but just as Ella scooped up the last few bits of lasagna from her plate, he took her by the arm and led her from the table. "Let's go to my room, auntie!". I laughed and waved them off, suggesting they enjoy his last waking minutes while I did the dishes. Damn, was I hard. I put on a great album; Getz/Gilberto's eponymous LP, I never tired of the laid back bossanova rhythms, and now that I had learned enough Portuguese to keep more or less up with the lyrics, the long-standing favorite of mine had risen to new highs. It was one of a handful of albums I loved; and it was the perfect album to keep me company whiling away the time doing dishes and preparing dessert before my lover of a few months returned to the kitchen. Seldom, if ever, had I felt as upbeat while doing the dishes; the sensual tones coming from the stereo, the muffled voices of Thomas and Ella as they went through the evening ritual of brushing teeth, donning pajamas and reading a fairy tale or two, the expectation I brimmed with, knowing that soon, very soon Ella and I would be naked and enjoying each other, the well-being one always feels after a good dinner; Life was good. Even as I stood there with my hands in the soapy, grimy water. Much sooner than I'd expected, Ella returned, giggling. "I guess I should feel bad, but I told him the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner it would be tomorrow, and the sooner we'd be able to play some more. He clenched his eyes shut to prove how fast he could fall asleep, and, tired as he was, promptly dozed off." "And you ought to feel bad about this because;" I asked, having a fair idea what kind of answer I'd get for my trouble. "Because I wanted him to fall asleep only so I could have your cock in me as soon as possible, of course." I laughed, nodding towards the kitchen counter, where two almost finished créme brûlées sat in their cups. "Just pour a little sugar and some brandy on top of those, if you're impatient, light them up using the torch on the shelf by the espresso machine; I'll be done with the baking dish just in time to prepare us a couple of cups as the lid on the créme brûlées is done, methinks." Ella strolled over to me, gave me a quick hug from behind and a peck in the neck before reaching around to grip my throbbing erection through the fabric of my pants. Giggling, she let go of me and turned to the counter and the dessert. "I was just getting concerned you had forgotten all about our plans for the evening, but it seems you are able to keep two thoughts in mind at the same time;" I stole a glance over at her as she stood there in profile, her pert ass and round tits stretching the fabric of her outfit, making her clothes look almost as if they were painted on. Soon, I'd help her out of them, and then; I returned my attention to the last fifteen seconds of dish washing before washing my hands and turning on the coffee grinder, playfully stroking my hand over her ass cheek as I walked past. "No worries, ah, lover," I said softly. "We'll enjoy these, then we'll enjoy each other. No worries!" The blue-ish flames died down just as I tamped the coffee into the filter. Seconds later, the coffee poured into the pair of espresso cups I'd placed on the drip tray. I again glanced over at Ella, catching her staring at me, lust evident. I felt my chest swelling with pride that she'd picked me of all men out there to be her lover. Handing her a cup, I suggested we have dessert right away. She giggled, then mused whether I was in half as much of a rush as she was. I nodded. Winking at me, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing she had dropped the bra tonight, letting her firm, round tits swing free as she casually tossed the black sweater over the back of a chair. "Just to make sure your thoughts don't drift", she smirked, then sipped her espresso while reaching for one of the créme brûlées. I wondered if I looked as slack-jawed as I felt, eventually regaining my composure sufficiently to sip my own espresso and have a taste of the glorified caramel pudding I'd prepared, not taking my eyes of Ella for even an instant. "So," I croaked, clearing my throat before continuing. "You're not having any second thoughts? Ready to, uh, say hello to my little friend?" Another sip of espresso. "Hell, yes! To tell you the truth, I believe you'll find my seat"; she nodded towards the dinner table; "being soaked. I was, and am, so horny I, I;" She shook her head as if in disbelief, then reached for my hand. "Come!" she implored. "Fuck dessert. Let's do it!" Laughingly; and, truth be told, somewhat relieved that she apparently felt just as strongly as I felt that we were about to do something real, real good; I followed her to the bedroom, where she wasted no time undoing her pants and wiggling herself out of them. Seconds later, she was naked and restless, shifting her weight from one leg to the other while I was still kept busy undoing my shirt buttons. "Don't be such a tease," she laughed as she started undoing my belt. "I'd never imagined DINNER as foreplay, but sitting there, looking at you, knowing what was coming;" Once she'd undone the buckle, it was a simple matter of tearing the buttons open and shoving my jeans down until I could step out of them; my boxers suffered the same fate; being in a heap around my ankles, that is; and seconds later, after having gotten rid of my socks, I was as naked as she was. Falling to my knees, I firmly gripped her around the waist and pulled her to me, her hands ruffling my hair. My cheek rested against her mound. I turned my face, catching the first whiff of the scent of horny Ella; greedily, I bored my tongue into it, separating her labia. Bingo. She was soaked, and she whimpered as I began eating her out, standing there on my bedroom floor. I couldn't wait. She couldn't wait. Cupping her ass in my hands, I pushed her pussie towards my face, savoring the taste and the immediate reaction from her; I could feel her twitch and respond to every move my tongue made. Groaning, she ruffled my hair, begging me not to stop; not that I had any intent of doing so! Probing her, teasing her, occasionally attacking her clit head on before soon pulling back, I had her squirming and moaning and begging me to keep it up; as far as I was concerned, a most enviable position to be in! A few minutes into this, she cleared her throat then softly suggested it was time to get on the bed; as she felt on the brink of cumming and didn't know if she'd be able to stay on her feet when orgasm took her. Pulling away from her, I got to my feet and took her hand. "So, let's get you on the bed, then see where it takes us, huh?" Ella giggled. "I know PERFECTLY well where that's likely to take us, lover!". She did have a point. Throwing herself down on the bed, Ella was on her back and beckoned me to her, eagerly. I didn't need much persuading before I joined her. "Will you do the honors?" Ella winked at me, then turned around so her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward, tenderly kissing first one cheek, then the other, before letting my tongue quickly dart across her puckered hole. She whimpered. "Oh my god, was that your tongue! It tickled!" I reached for the lube and the purple plug on the nightstand, pouring a little in the palm of my hand before dipping the tiny plug in it, distributing the lube evenly all over it. I then dipped a finger in the remaining lube and gently applied it on her anus. She squirmed a little and stifled a moan. "This, by the way, feels somewhat awkward", she murmured. "Almost clinical, like. As if you're a doctor preparing me for an examination or something." I applied a little more lube, being a firm believer in the anal sex tenet 'Too much lube is almost enough!'. "Bend over, if you please, my patient," I laughed. Ella was about to get down on the bed, then remembered. "Wait!" She exclaimed. "I thought we'd agreed you do one on yourself first?" I shrugged. Sure, I didn't mind at all. Reaching into the bottom drawer, I found a favorite, a prostate massager which had made me see stars every time I'd used it. Wasting no time lubing it up; much as I enjoyed having it in me, I kind of had my eyes set on a bigger prize tonight; and, awkwardly squatting a little, pushing it home while Ella studied me intently. I groaned a little as it slipped home, then turned to show her it was in me to the base. Giggles. "Wow, that didn't seem hard at all!", she laughed. "Okay," she continued. "You've been a good sport, now it's my turn!" Turning over on all fours, steadying herself by putting her hands against the headboard, she wiggled her ass at me. Having thoroughly lubed up a finger, I gently pressed against her virgin hole and waited, knowing she'd ease up after a few seconds. She did, and promptly yelped as my finger slipped a couple of centimeters inside. "Oh!" she exclaimed. I pulled back, squirted some more lube on my finger, then pushed it back in. "Oh! Oh!" she groaned. "Fuck me, that's the first time ever anything has ENTERED that way;" I giggled. "Really? Have you never;" She shook her head, her reddish hair brushing back and forth over her back. "Never, I've been quite occupied simply enjoying my pussy, thank you very much!" she smirked. "Not that your finger feels at all unpleasant, mind!" Encouraged, I probed deeper in her, reaching past the second knuckle before starting to wiggle my finger a little about. I was rewarded with a groan. "Oh my! Keep at it, please, don't stop!" Ella let her right hand sink from the headboard and soon it cupped her pussie, another moan as she no doubt let a finger rub along her slit, feeling how wet she was. "Let's just do this for a while, huh?" She said, eagerly fingering herself with my pointer finger buried in her ass. "Just play a little with me, then get that plug in me and we'll fuck, Okay?" Gently probing her ass, I felt dizzy with excitement. Surely, if she found it so pleasurable to have a finger in her, a small plug; surely she'd want to graduate to my cock, eventually? I hoped so, but was bright enough to decide against pushing for it. If she wanted to, she'd let me know. Fingering herself, Ella giggled. "I hope you don't mind me getting all the pleasure at the moment, huh?" She said, breaking into a laugh. "It'll be your turn soon enough, I promise; but this, it just felt so new, so good;" "Oh, I'm good", I murmured. "The pleasure of giving you pleasure aside, don't forget I already have a toy in me;" I rewarded her enthusiasm by pulling out of her, then lubing up

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