Buckets Of Trouble

Dan sniffled against the biting wind and read fluttering ads tacked to the bus stop wall. The Stank Rats needed a bassist. Jesus could set you free. Someone was selling a mountain bike. Jared wanted to get rid of an old Buick. It didn't run, but two thousand bucks would buy you a mountain of spare parts. There was a singles mixer in the student center on Friday night.

Always the same. Just a pile of spam. Except for...

"Male volunteers wanted for medical trial. $200 cash paid upfront, $300 at conclusion of trial. Minimal requirements, call Hera for details. Study funded by Elmhurst faculty of graduate studies."

Five hundred big ones for 'minimal' effort? Fuck it, Dan thought, that didn't sound half bad.

He plucked a phone number off the bottom of the sheet as his bus screeched to a stop, punching in Hera's phone number as he mounted the step.

*******

Placements were such a drag. Why the hell did anyone have to do clinical time if they had no intention of going into a life of lab work? It was just a make-work exercise to grind people into the dirt just a little bit harder. As if grad school didn't already do that well enough.

Zadie was dangerously close to nodding off when the clinic's door chimed.

"Fuck," she muttered, craning her neck to see who'd interrupted her little zone-out time. "Hello?"

"Hey," said the nervous looking schmuck. Older, probably trying to figure out why his swimmers weren't doing the trick on someone. "I'm, uh, here to...to...drop off a..."

"A sample? I can take that," she said, already tired of the guy's nerves.

"Right," he said nervously. "I, uh, put it in a bag. Do you..."

"Keep the bag," she interjected, holding out her hand. They always got so damn squeamish about this. "I just need your sample."

He muttered something under his breath again and reached into the paper sac sheepishly, eventually producing his jar of pearly spunk. He set it in her hand as though accidental skin to skin contact might infect him, or impregnate her.

"Thanks," she said simply, setting the little cup on her desk and looking up at him expectantly. It was, she mused, a little unfair of them to staff the front desk with cute co-op students all the time. Was that vain, she wondered? She supposed it might be.

"That's it?"

She nodded. "That's it. You're free to go!"

His eyes dropped and he turned to leave. She knew better than to pick on guys like him, but it was just too hard sometimes, and self-control was not among her most obvious virtues.

"Cum again!" she called, stifling a giggle as she watched him wince his way out the door.

With the guy gone, Zadie slipped away from her desk to catalogue his sample. It was really as simple as scanning a barcoded label, clicking like two buttons on the computer, and sticking it in the fridge for the night tech to run, but Zadie was...not prone to following the rules.

And, again, she didn't put much stock in the whole 'self-control' thing.

"Just a little treat," she whispered, twisting off the cap. Her heart started to race with the kind of anticipation that never really went away for a girl like her. "Oh god," she moaned as the tangy punch of musky odor curled up into her nostrils. Her mouth watered, literally, and she had to swallow hard to calm down.

He must have lived close to the lab, or cranked this out in a washroom nearby just before driving over; it was so fresh. The harsh, fluorescent light of the fridge room played off the slimy surface in a way that did nothing to diminish her appetite. God, she thought to herself, this couldn't be healthy.

After watching it slide from one side of the cup to the other, Zadie's thirst for the little puddle of cream overtook her capacity for reason, and she slowly prodded the pungent load with the tip of her finger.

"Fuck," she breathed, hunched over like a little cum-goblin cradling a precious heirloom. The way that it clung to her finger in a translucent string was...too much.

"Ugh," she moaned, plunging the sticky digit into her mouth before she had time to think about it. Salty, acrid cum sizzled across her taste buds and set her palette alight as she scrubbed it across her tongue like the depraved addict she definitely was. "Oh shit," she panted.

Her hand shook, and her vision narrowed onto the tunnel of sample cup plastic in her hand. The brief taste just wasn't enough - it couldn't be! Zadie, to her own self-righteous credit, nearly considered stopping herself this time.

Nearly.

Two seconds of weakness, and the rest of the sample slid down her throat like it was nothing at all. That was it. Just the barest tip of her hand.

And it was all gone.

"Fuck!" she squeaked, dropping the cup to the floor in her haste to get to the washroom. There was nobody else in the office this close to closing, but it wouldn't do to exorcise her passions in the cold room.

She had standards, you know.

"H...Hello? Mr. Mathers," she said into the phone 12 minutes later. It was a real effort to act like she hadn't just viciously fucked herself in the women's washroom after guzzling...nevermind. "Umm, there's been a little accident here at the lab. Yeah, sorry, that lab. Uh huh. Well, uh, the cap didn't seal correctly and - what's that? Oh, no. It happens all the time. Uh huh. Yeah, so if you could just come pick up another cup whenever is convenient for you, we'll get your, um, stuff...checked out as soon as possible. Uh huh. Yeah? Okay, sorry again! Yep, bye now."

The phone clicked back into the cradle and Zadie croaked out a tiny, salty burp.

She really had to stop doing this. She just didn't think she could.

*******

Dan held fast to his girlfriend's ample, squishy hips, his stamina flagging quickly as his breath ran ragged.

"Danny, fuck! Ohhh, you're so deep in this pussy right now!"

He knew how deep he was. He was the one in it.

"Come on baby," he panted. "Cum for me, let me feel it. Let me feel you cum for your cock."

Claire squealed deliciously and flipped her hair to one side, throwing herself back onto Dan's aching meat as he blinked the sweat from his eyes. They'd stayed too long at the bar, and he knew he was unlikely to get across the finish line - his only hope for reprieve was for Claire to finally tap out.

"You. Are. Fucking. Me. So. Good," she grunted, slamming her ass against Dan over and over as she spat the words. "Smack that ass, baby. Come on, beat that thing up."

Caught in that weird half-drunken clarity that only resolves itself as an over-pickled liver starts to do its work, Dan clapped Claire's naked cheeks lazily. He was phoning it in, he knew, but it was getting harder and harder to stay in the moment.

"Take it off, baby," Claire panted.

"What?"

"Take the fucking rubber off!"

"Claire, I..."

Tired of waiting for him to comply, Dan watched in equal parts shock and awe while his girlfriend reached back to disrobe his cock before leaning back onto it. She was so, so wet.

"Fuck!" she grunted. "So much better feeling you raw!"

"Babe!" he blurted out. She never let him in bare. It was incredible!

"Fucking pump it into me, Dan. You hear me? Fucking. Pump. That. Cum. In. This. Pussy! Baby, come on! Fuck it like you own it!"

"Jesus!" he stammered, catching a second wind. He redoubled his efforts, taking a firm hold of her waist again and hammering himself home into her. There wasn't a chance in hell his roommates wouldn't give him shit for the stream of downright *filthy* things that started tumbling out of her mouth, but he so didn't care.

"I'm...Claire, I'm gonna..."

"Yes, babe! Do it! Do it! Fucking fill me up, come on now! Fill this dirty little..."

His ears started to ring sharply as his gut cramped almost uncomfortably, but whatever else Claire spat out washed past Dan as he started battering her from the inside out. Spurt after spurt blasted up into the dreamy brunette speared on the end of his cock as Dan's vision swam in a way that had nothing to do with all the rum and cokes he'd downed that night.

"Oh...oh my God. Dan, holy shit!"

Blinking the world back into focus, Dan slipped out of Claire with a wet pop. "What...what the..."

She was basted from her clit to her ass crack, absolutely plastered with more cum than Dan could ever remember making. She cackled in manic delight as she rolled onto her back unsteadily and patted the wet mess between her thighs. "Jesus, hon, you must have been seriously backed up! What a cute little mess you made!"

"I...I feel dizzy," he said, still on his knees as he wavered to and fro.

"I bet you do," she chuckled. "Seriously. What the hell? Ugh, that's so hot."

Dan shook the cobwebs from his brain and squinted down at his handiwork again. She really did look like a crime scene.

"I came in you," he said flatly.

"Yeah you did," Claire purred, all self-satisfied in the hazy afterglow of a good, hard fuck.

"We need to...we gotta get you some Plan B. Or something. That's...that's a shitload of cum."

She laughed at him and plucked a dirty t-shirt off his mattress beside her. "Yeah, probably," she said, dragging his Van Halen tee all over her crotch. "I'm not trying to get preggo. I wonder if the chances go up when the load is this big? Do you think that's how it works? Anyway, it's probably fine. It took like...most of my pills this week."

Dan rolled his eyes in amusement. "If you say so."

"I do," she laughed, tossing his jizzy shirt at him.

"Fuck, ew! That's nasty!"

She swung her legs off the bedside and started searching for a pair of his sweatpants to tug on. "You're the one who did it! What the hell have you been eating anyway? Y'all got something in the water here I don't know about?"

Dan started rummaging through a dresser for pants of his own. "Nothing, really. I did start that trial thing I was telling you about, at the school?"

"Oh yeah! What's that about?"

He shook out a pair of ratty gym shorts and gave them a sniff before tugging them on. "Just a vitamin or something. I don't know, I didn't read the paperwork too closely. Supposed to speed up my metabolism or something. Or slow it down? I don't know. The girl said it was for her diss...disser...dictation?"

Claire fixed him with a charming smile as she shrugged into a hoodie of his too. "Dissertation, dummy."

"Yeah, that."

"Well," she said, crossing the room to give him a peck on the lips, "you're lucky you're cute. And I say you should keep taking that vitamin, especially if it means you'll fuck me like that forever."

He grinned wide. "Sure," he said, "I can do that."

*******

Hera poured over her research at the kitchen table, squinting down at the figures arrayed in rows and rows of data. She'd been at it for hours already, and nearly didn't notice when Zadie pushed through the front door.

"Hiya," her roommate said cheerfully.

"Hey," Hera replied dully.

Zadie dropped her bags at the door and went straight for the fridge. "Whatcha up to?"

Hera pulled her glasses off and set them on the table, strewn with books and papers, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just going over some lab work. You?"

Zadie chugged some orange juice straight from the carton noisily before replying. "Gah. Just had practicum today. I hate sitting in that stupid clinic all afternoon. I'm two years from finishing a top grad program and they've got me manning a stupid desk. Blegh."

Hera offered a sympathetic look. "Just a little while longer, babes. Then you're done with your hours."

Zadie couldn't wait, but the easy access to her...poison of choice...was something she was already panicked about losing. "Yeah. I know."

Hera turned back to her work as her roommate stepped closer to loom over her shoulder. She sighed heavily and Zadie took the bait. "What's wrong?"

"It's just...I don't know. I feel like I'm missing something. The compound works on paper, but every time I try to synthesize it, it just..."

Zadie squinted down at the pages of data superficially, just hard enough to give the impression that she was helping to solve the puzzle laid out before them. "Hmmm, yeah. I hate when that happens. Dr. Malbs signed off on your trial though, right?"

"Yeah, she did. I actually got a guy started on it a few days ago."

"And?"

Hera shrugged. "Haven't heard from him yet. Tomorrow's his one-week checkup though, so we'll see."

"Hang in there," Zadie said warmly. "You're the smartest cookie I know. You got this."

Hera smiled up at her oldest friend and reached up to squeeze the hand laid on her shoulder. "Thanks, Zads. I appreciate it. Really."

"Anything for you, cutie. Wanna take a break for a bit? Order some food?"

"I like that idea," she replied. "Chinese?"

*******

Dan woke up groggily the following morning after a fitful sleep. He heard Claire knocking around in the bathroom across the hall and lamented the fact that she had to leave for class before he did. Even so, he didn't think a morning fuck would have been in the cards anyway; his gut was positively aching.

And it wasn't the only thing.

"Jesus," he sighed, realizing that his cock was painfully hard, and that he'd apparently leaked all over his sheets while he slept. He wrapped a hand around his aching stiffy and winced as the tender flesh protested. "What the hell?"

He whipped the sheet off and the full extent of his predicament was made immediately clear. His enflamed, throbbing meat bobbed in time with his heartbeat, seemingly on the brink of eruption as thin beads of precum welled at the tip before boiling over and running down his shaft. It was an oddly alien experience.

"Ah!" he gasped, gently trying to wrap his hand around himself. "Shit."

His need for relief was obvious and urgent. If he was quick, maybe he could squeeze himself out before his girlfriend finished with her shower. He exhaled slowly and began to work himself.

The clear, runny slime that continually spouted from his blooming mushroomhead made for a more than serviceable lube, and Dan started to pant heavily as wet squelches filled the room. He fought to ignore the roiling storm in his gut as he massaged himself closer and closer, closing his eyes and recalling the delicious creampie he'd shared with Claire two nights ago. The look of her beautiful little ass rippling with each smack, the feel of her snug hole squeezing him closer to the edge...

"Shit, Dan!"

"Fuck!" Dan sputtered, jerking his covers back over himself shamefully as Claire filled the bedroom door, her mouth agape and shock painted clear across her features. "Baby, ah!"

"Oh my god, Daniel!" she gasped, stepping fully into the room and closing the door quietly behind herself. "Your door was fucking open!"

"Yeah, I...I know," he said sheepishly. "Sorry."

She stood with hands on her hips and a bemused smirk slowly replacing the surprise of finding him making love to his fist. "For what, stupid?"

"I, uh..."

She chewed her lip as she stared him down, and even Dan's embarrassment couldn't withstand the charming effect it was having on him. The skirt she'd picked for her day, paired with the thin little cardigan that showed off just a bit of tummy...it's not like his dick had deflated any, and he was still desperately turned on.

"Take the cover off," she whispered softly.

"Claire," he started.

"Do it!" she hissed.

Slowly, he slid the blanket off himself again, watching Claire's eyes widen as the heavy fabric dragged clear of his raging hard on.

"Baby," she gasped.

"It's...I just need it," he nearly whimpered. "It's so hard."

She resumed munching on her lower lip and shot a look at his alarm clock, visibly wrestling with her desire. Eventually, lust won out.

"Stand up," she commanded, "and come over here. I don't have time to fuck you, but I'm not leaving you alone with that thing."

Dan did as he was told and stood in stark nudity, watching as Claire stepped up to him and tugged the hem of her skirt down past her panties.

"What are you..."

"Shhhh," she replied. "Just let me do this, okay?"

Dan watched passively as Claire bared her puffy pussy by hooking a thumb behind her panties and tugging them away from her body. Her other hand reached out and started stroking Dan's prick toward herself.

"Babe," he gasped, eyes locked on the bare, tender mound that his leaky faucet was aimed toward. Claire's hand felt like heaven, and her little cooing noises as she jerked him were so soothing.

"Just cum for me, baby, yeah? I want you to shoot it all over me so I can carry you around with me all fucking day. Fill my panties up, babe, come on. That's it. Come on! Give me that load. Give me your fucking load baby, come on, give me your...Ah!"

Dan's head swam and his ears rang with a keening screech as his cum rocketed against Claire's bald muff. Spurting pulses of thick, gloopy nut barrelled into her, not with wet splashes, but heavy, pressurized thuds, not unlike the feeling of the detachable showerhead she'd just pressed between her legs while he slept. Faintly, Dan heard Claire's "what the fuck"s as the weighty load started to pile up in the lacey hammock of her panties, but command of his sense was no longer his as gluey rope after rope of steaming cum drove into her body, painting her up to the bellybutton in what swiftly turned into an alarming amount of spunk. Claire pulled her hand away from Dan's shaft and tried to deflect another half dozen shots, which hammered into her palm to fall with wet plops onto the floor of his room.

"Dan!" Claire cried out, watching the colour drain from her boyfriend's face as his eyes rolled backward and his jaw went slack before he toppled onto his mattress heavily. "Oh my god!"

But he didn't hear her. He was out like a light, and she was left with what had to be a whole cup of hot cum running down her legs.

*******

Hera pored over a stack of assignments, rueing another afternoon of office hours wasted indoors. Funding package be damned, she hated that she had to TA intro classes just to get by.

"Knock knock," Zadie said, poking her head around the door of Hera's basement office and holding two coffee cups aloft. "Brought you a treat!"

"God, you're just the best," Hera replied, relieved for the excuse to quit working for a few minutes. "These papers are fucking killing me. I think these kids are getting dumber every year."

Zadie shrugged. "I try to give them the benefit of the doubt, but yeah...they're pretty dumb."

"This kid thinks amino acids are inorganic compounds, and that essential ones can be synthesized inside the body."

Zadie winced. That wasn't great. "Well...at least he's trying?"

Hera huffed. "Maybe. Actually, that might be fucking worse."

The two shared a private giggle until a brooding woman stepped into the doorway and hammered her fist on the door. "Excuse me!"

The two grad students turned in surprise at the violence of Claire's abrupt interruption.

"Hello?" Zadie said with brimming ire.

"Which one of you...you...bitches!...is Hera?"

"Jesus!" Zadie exclaimed.

Hera's eyebrows climbed up her forehead in shock. "You better calm the fuck down!"

"Is it you?!" Claire demanded.

Hera took the girl in and realized that something might well and truly be the matter with her, so she made an effort to soften herself until the issue clarified itself. The irate woman looked positively distraught, and appeared to be wearing a pair of men's sweatpants that were far too large for her. "It is."

Claire shot nervous looks down both sides of the hallway before stepping into the cramped office, now too full with all three of them packed inside. She closed the door behind her. "Did you...did you give my boyfriend some kind of fucked up drug?"

Zadie and Hera shared a wide-eyed look of panic that, luckily, went unnoticed by Claire. "Um, well, he did sign up for my trial study, yes. But it's just a vitamin compound, there's...is he okay?"