Drug Makes Her Addicted To Semen Ch 03

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.

[Ahhh...] she thought...[I SO need Eric...where IS the bastard?? I...I need...I need to be...FILLED...]

By now the hapless woman was half bent over, still clutching the bedpost with one hand, the other holding her burning forehead. Her womanhood felt so wet and hot that she almost lay down on Steve's bed to begin to touch herself, to reach for some relief...then as the compulsion took over her thinking, it replaced rational thought. Touching herself would never begin to quench the fire that burned in her now. She needed the real thing. She needed it NOW. She'd go CRAZY...if she didn't get it RIGHT NOW...she'd trade anything for it...she'd...

Steve folded the tenth cloth dining place mat in the spare room and placed it on the pile on the foot of the bed. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Surprised, he spun around, seeing Keri standing behind him.

"What the...Whoa! Keri! I didn't hear you come in! Did you find the lint brush? Did you hurt yourself? I thought I heard..." Suddenly Steve's words caught in his throat. He stared at Keri. Her eyes had definitely taken on a glassy, bleary look, as if she was a zombie or something. She took another step closer.

[What the FUCK...] Steve thought. [No...no...NO it CAN'T be...not this...I...I didn't even inject her with the chemical or anything!]

Steve looked at Keri's left hand, the one that had been on his shoulder, still outstretched. A telltale trickle of blood ran down the inside of her thumb. Steve's gaze was also caught by the sparkling wedding ring Keri wore.

"Wait a minute...wait a minute..." Steve sputtered frantically. "What...what drawer did you go rummaging though?...Keri...What drawer did you go rummaging through? The left one, right? I told you the LEFT one..."

Keri moved still closer to Steve, her voice a soft murmur,

"Steve...I...I need...c...come here...no one will know..."

[Holy shit!] Steve realized...[She fucking accidentally injected herself with the damn chemical! What the fuck am I going to DO??] he panicked.

"Steve..." Keri leaned into him, inches away from his face, "I...I don't know why...but I need this...just...just help me here...just this once..." she trailed wistfully.

Steve's mind raced. What should he DO? Under normal circumstances, he'd be happy to jump on Keri, she's a stunning, slim and super-sexy Asian goddess! [STOP THAT!] Steve told himself, [She's my good buddy's WIFE!] Steve's memory flashed back to Keri and Eric's wedding, where he and the other guys were groomsmen for Eric, Steve making eyes at one of Keri's bridesmaids during the ceremony.

"K...Keri...we can't...we can't..." Steve pleaded. He did NOT want to do that to one of his best friends in life.

Keri responded by twining her arms around Steve's neck and pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss, as if the kiss itself could begin to put out the chemical-induced fire compelling the woman's actions.

Steve melted into the kiss, losing himself in the woman's beauty and warmth.

His mind still raced to his possible options here. He did NOT want to "do" his friend's wife. Cripes, he was beginning to have all he could handle with Maria and Stacy, and now...now his buddy's wife was injected too!

What to do?? A sudden thought struck Steve. [Wait a minute...] he thought. [The chemical makes her compelled to throw herself on the first man she can get, right? What if...what if I can get Eric over here ASAP? ERIC could do Keri and push his own semen into her, and then she'd get addicted to Eric's sperm. There we go! That's IT! Nothing more convenient, after all, they're husband and wife!]

"How..." Steve whispered to Keri, avoiding her kisses, "how far away is Eric's work again...he's at Shapley's, right? That's down on 49th and King St..."

"An...an hour away..." Keri droned, like a robot. She wouldn't let up on Steve.

[An HOUR!] Steve thought...[God, Keri can't hold out that long...I can't hold out that long! What else to DO?]

In his panicked raving, Steve thought about simply pushing Keri out of his house. Then he wouldn't get in trouble for banging his buddy's wife, right?

Negative, he realized. In her current state, Keri would throw herself on the first available man, some neighbour, some random guy walking along the street...and how much worse would THAT be? There would be no shortage of guys eager to jump on the hot Asian woman, and then Keri would be addicted to THEIR semen. She wouldn't even care if she had to screw the guy outside, in public!

[Shit...] Steve realized...[Shit...I got no options here...]

Keri seemed to sense that Steve was reluctant to take her. The slim, shapely woman needed her fire tended to, so she did the only thing that she could think of to compel Steve to have her. Standing in front of Steve, blocking his escape route from around the bed, she slowly sank to her knees and undid the belt hitching Steve's pants up.

"Oh...Keri, oh no...don't do that..." Steve began.

Keri may as well have been a stone for all the effect Steve's words had on her. She opened his pants like she was drawing two curtains open, both hands ripping towards the sides. His pants and underpants forced down to the ground, Steve stood, feeling rather helpless, before the insatiable woman, completely flaccid with the reluctance to do his friend's wife.

Keri "tsk"ed and quickly moved her head in, opening her mouth slightly and using her tongue to grab Steve's cock. She lifted it to her lips and sucked in into her face, hugging Steve's waist and tilting one ear downwards. Slowly at first, then picking up speed, she began to bob her head back and forth, compelled to prepare Steve to inseminate her. Desperately but gently she tried to use all the inside surfaces of her mouth to stimulate Steve. The roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks, and her swishing tongue all closed around Steve to form a hugging grip that worked him up and down. Keri was bent on the task of getting him hard. It was the only way she could think of to have a man impale her and end her burning torment.

Steve was frozen in panic. [Oh my God] he realized. [My friend's wife has my cock in her mouth!]

He didn't want to do this...he tried to shut out the tingling sensations of the warm, wet orifice undulating on his manhood, but the physical feelings of it beat out his force of will. He looked down and saw Keri's glassy eyes, still open, staring blankly ahead at Steve's belly, her head now frantically bobbing back and forth, soft squelching slurps filling his ears. [Ftchhh ftchhh ftchhh...]. Keri's long, straight black hair swished across Steve's view, and, through her shirt, her small, round breasts jiggled back and forth as her torso moved, picking up the pace in working Steve. Steve couldn't help himself. He was hard...rock hard...and feeling like he needed his own relief...

[Geez...] he considered [Eric is freaking lucky...this woman is GOOD at this!!] And with that, Steve was too far gone to stop things now.

Almost sensing Steve's resignation at being needed this way, Keri stopped blowing him and stood up, but only briefly enough to hug around his neck once more and pull him to the floor. Keri lay back beside Steve's guest room bed and yanked him over her, fumbling with his shirt. The shirt ripped off, she then paused to slip her own shirt off, then flipped her miniskirt up over her stomach and continued to paw her host. She left the tight, black lace bra covering her humble breasts in place.

Steve, kissing Keri and holding his arms around her head and shoulders, was reluctant to go all the way. The woman, uncontrollably in heat, ripped her own panties off, breaking them apart, frowning a little in frustration that Steve would not do it.

[If...if I don't do her...] Steve thought to himself, resigned, [some other guy will, right? It would be worse to have her addicted to some random dude's semen...I'd better...I guess I should...]

Keri settled the question by hastily wrapping her legs around Steve's waist and locking her heels behind him. With her strong hug, she pulled Steve higher up her body. Steve moved forward, only to stop when he felt the stone-solid tip of his manhood bump up against Keri's hot, wet slit.

[This...this is it...] Steve thought...[No going back after this. My buddy'wife...Eric...I'm sorry, man...I...] Keri suddenly pulled Steve up even higher and he slipped inside her. She clenched her eyes shut and squealed, "Oooooooaaaaa!"

The searing heat was almost too much for Steve to bear. About halfway into Keri, he became intimately aware of the sensations around his penis, of the slick, rippling folds of Keri's insides, of the nerve endings covering his own unit, all of a sudden spring to life like an electric shock, of the slim woman's pulsating hips as she sexily-squirmed underneath the man.

Steve needed more of this. Resigned, he began to push himself deeper into the woman, eliciting a soft "Ahhhh" from his friend. Pulling himself out a little ways, he pushed again deeper, burying his shaft in the woman, who again and more loudly uttered a pleasured gasp, "AAAAhhh..."

There was no turning back now, as the two gyrated back and forth, Steve beginning to pump harder and harder, probing himself deeper into the Asian woman's snug femininity.