Drug Chemical Makes People Addicted to Particular Man's Semen, Ch. 3
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Steve was taking some time in his pool after a hard day at work and a busy evening. Now about 11 PM, summer's hot darkness had settled across the land, and the only sounds in Steve's backyard were the slosh-slosh-slosh of rippling waves in his pool. Steve was not swimming.
He was crouched in the shallow end of the pool, the glistening body of his 19-year old next door neighbour Stacy straddling his hips, her face inches away from Steve's own. Stacy's eyes were closed and she was gritting her teeth in the throes of an intense bout of blood-boiling addiction to Steve's semen. Her arms entwined around Steve's neck, she frantically rode the man while their bathing suit bottoms floated around the surface of the pool. Stacy's ample breasts bounced up and down, still encased in the yellow top of her string bikini. The girl's small baby-bump, full of Steve's get, broke the surface of the water in time with the undulations of her hips, helping to create the ripples on the water.
"Stace..." Steve murmured..."We should be in the cabana or house or something...I know it's dark, but what if your parents looked out their bedroom window or something and saw us?" Steve shuddered at the thought of his next door neighbours discovering him buried in their daughter.
"NNnnnnnuuhh..." Stacy gritted..."nnnneeed this NOW..."
As the young girl worked her body on Steve's frantically for the dose that she needed, Steve resigned himself to the task at hand. [I guess it's best to finish her off as fast as possible] he thought. It was taking longer than usual because he was tired. Only just before suppertime he had planted a load of semen in Maria, in his living room. He remembered the beautiful Latina mom, on her hands and knees with Steve pumping into her belly from behind, as she was fighting her own bout of addiction. The two women had become hopelessly addicted to the particular blend of proteins and hormones in Steve's semen after being injected with an experimental drug, then having sex with Steve as a result of the mind-numbing horniness that the drug induced.
"Hhhaaarrrrrgh!" Steve tried to stifle his grunt, coming hard up into Stacy's belly with a liquid gush. Stacy took no such precautions with her voice.
She threw her head back and howled. "AAAaaaAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaaaOOooooowwwwwwwaaa!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, Steve's injection causing her own orgasmic shake. She arched her back, sticking her swelling abdomen into the night air and clawed at Steve's shoulders.
[Bloody hell] Steve thought, [Why don't you just email the whole neighbourhood that I just fucked my neighbour's pregnant daughter in my backyard?]
As Stacy's vaginal canal began to rapidly absorb Steve's load, the itching heat coursing through the girl's bloodstream started to fade away.
[That should hopefully hold her for 2 or 3 days] Steve thought. He had tried to keep Maria's and Stacy's sessions with him on alternate days to pace himself, but that had not always been possible. When the women caught the need, they caught it hard.
Stacy had moved to sweep up her bikini bottoms and Steve did the same for himself, looking worriedly at the back windows of Stacy's house. No one there. [Whew...] Steve thought. [Gotta get her outta here...]
"Well ok, Stace...amazing as always..." Steve quietly called to her. "I guess you've got homework or something...?"
"Ok, ok...I'm going..." Stacy said, a little petulantly. She always got a little snitty when Steve seemed to be urging her home.
[That girl just doesn't understand the hell that will break loose if we're caught...] he thought.
The next evening was Thursday, and Steve was cleaning his house for a small Friday night get together for his best friends, both married and single. Held about once a month, the circle of friends usually took turns hosting the dinner-and-get-together. This was Steve's turn, and some of his friends, especially the married ones, had laughingly rolled their eyes.
"Oho, a get-together at Steve the bachelor's pad, eh?" Some smirked..."Will there be plates for the food or do we need to eat on the piles of his laundry?"
Steve would show them. Even though a bachelor he was, he wasn't that untidy. Not THAT much. Still, his buddy Eric had volunteered to come over with his wife Keri to help Steve clean up on the Thursday afternoon. Eric was a great guy, whose parents had come over from England for work. Eric met his Asian wife Keri at university, the two getting married soon after. Keri was also a first generation citizen, her own parents coming from China.
Steve was carrying an armload of laundry when he heard the doorbell ring. He opened it with his free hand and was surprised by Keri alone, standing on his porch holding a casserole dish. Her long dark hair framed her smooth face and cascaded around her shoulders and down her back, leading his gaze down her slender but tight feminine frame.
"Keri!" Steve gasped..."Where's Eric?"
"He says sorry, Steve, but he just got called into work for a while to handle some of the summer inventory." Keri smiled. "But he said for me to come by...I can help clean a bit. I've also brought this for tomorrow..." she held up the casserole dish. "I'll just stick it in your fridge."
"O...ok..." Steve stammered. He wasn't sure he liked this idea. He knew that he had just "taken care" of Maria and Stacy the day before, but what if one of them showed up while Keri was helping him clean the house? He'd have a bit of explaining to do, having to leave Keri to work while he went off and had to "see to" an insatiable pregnant woman!
"Well, it's not TOO bad in here!" Keri smiled, stepping around Steve and into his house. "Maybe those sofa pillows could use a cleaning, and the curtains a little dusting..." Keri continued to rattle off a small list of chores. The two got to work, Steve taking care of some laundry while Keri moved some of the clutter to Steve's den.
A half hour later, Steve was upstairs in the spare room, straightening out the room in case anyone glanced in it. He heard Keri call from downstairs,
"Steve...do you have a lint brush around?"
"Umm.." Steve thought, "Yeah...I think so. Up in my bedroom in the top left drawer of my dresser." He heard Keri ascend the stairs and begin to rummage in the drawers of his bedroom, beside the room Steve was currently working in.
[Oh boy, check out Steve's room] Keri thought to herself. [Definitely a bachelor room. Those curtains gotta go!]. Keri tried to recall which drawer Steve said the lint brush was in. [Top drawer on the right?] she thought.
Opening the top right drawer, Keri noticed an assortment of strange odds-'n-ends. There were some rings, a comb, some tacks, a few funny coins...She swept up the assortment of knick knacks in her left hand and reached her right hand deeper in the drawer, seeking the lint brush.
Absent-mindedly clutching the rings and things in her hand, her palm pressed against the small button on the base of the large ring Steve had been given by Dr. Phelps. The ring's top had a flip-open lid that concealed a pop-out needle. Steve had stored a dose of the experimental drug in the ring, ready to go for another injection when next he needed it. Now, Keri had unwittingly pressed the release button on the ring with her palm, and the small needle popped out, jabbing the unsuspecting woman in her thumb.
"OUCH!!" the woman yelled, dropping the items on the floor. "Aarrgh...damn tacks..." Keri mumbled.
In the next room, Steve was folding cloth napkins when he heard a muffled "Ouch" from the other room.
"Keri?" he called. "You ok?" Not receiving an answer, Steve shrugged and went back to work, assuming his friend's wife had stubbed her toe or something.
Inside Steve's room, Keri had stopped looking for the lint brush. She was feeling decidedly strange. Her arms and legs started to feel a little shaky, and soon her lower stomach started to feel slightly warm. What was happening to the unsuspecting woman? [Well, I DID miss lunch] she thought...[I've probably got low blood sugar or something].
The strange thing is that the heat suddenly intensified, centered in Keri's lower abdomen. It was like someone suddenly lit a torch in her womb. It felt like a nagging, burning sensation like someone had rubbed a muscle relaxant inside her vagina. The heat began to softly pulse, in time with her heartbeat. Hot-warm-hot-warm-hot... Keri was confused...she gripped the bedpost at the foot of Steve's double bed to steady herself. Something was not right...Her vision was starting to go glassy...
Keri suddenly doubled over as a spasm of heat assaulted her vaginal area. She took a deep breath and slowly straightened, still griping the bedpost. [Holy shit...] she thought. [What's happening to me? I feel...I feel...] The pulsing heat started to spread through Keri's lower body, drifting down into her upper thighs, where the pestering sensation made her want to move her legs back and forth. It spread up through her uterus and into her stomach, which made her want to gently gyrate her hips like a belly dancer. A warm wetness began to flow deep inside her, began to trickle out of her...
[Cripes...] Keri thought, in a panic, [I...I'm getting so horny! Why did Eric have to go to work right now...? I think I need him!] The heat started to magnify and burn hotter, rising through her chest, which made her want to stick the nipples out on her small-but-now-firm breasts, and rub them up against something. They felt as hard as glass. It rose through her spine, into her neck, and she thought that she'd turn red with the flushed heat. The cloying burning feel was compelling her to move, to touch something...to be touched...
The heat, although spreading through her body, was still rising in her vagina, where it took on a new sensation. The wet heat was now accompanied by a pang of painful emptiness. Her womanhood started to gnaw and stretch to be filled. Keri started to see images in her mind, images that turned the burning feelings into vivid pictures. She pictured her own womanhood being tantalizingly pierced...being exquisitely filled and jammed full by a rock hard manhood that held the promise of soothing relief, that became, for her mind, the cool water that could be poured over her burning femininity. Cool water, that resolved itself into hot semen gushing into her, which she thought would quench her heat. She tried to fight the images and feelings down, but the harder she tried, the more powerfully they throbbed, until the searing sensation touched her brain. She started to lose her grip.
