This is the second of a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has possession of a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on selected girls. In the first instalment, he administered the potion to a sweet young librarian name Sarah. The potion worked exactly as it had in the lab and Sarah is now a devoted and contented mate, living with Edward.
The chemical is called SX69. It is an extract of bonobo monkey DNA combined with a molecularly altered oxytocin from the common shrew. Bonobo monkeys use constant sex as a social bonding tool and female shrews mate for life after one whiff of a male's unique oxytocin.
Edward is planning another human trial. Enjoy.
Thanks to larryinseattle for editing it.
Journal of Edward Vitello, Scientist
September 2011.
The last month has been a successful combination of science and pleasure. My life with Sarah is marvellous. She has become an extremely social person. She is happy, outgoing and confident. This is so unlike the shy, somewhat introverted librarian she was before SX69. From the first day living with me, she found it impossible to stay at home alone when I went off to work. So, she has found a job as a barista at a nearby Starbucks. She is happy meeting and helping the constant flow of people. At the library where she worked before, she just didn't have enough social interaction. The one condition I had was she must be home when I arrive after work.
I am discovering that the social habits and sexual instincts of the bonobo monkey DNA that has melded with her's expresses itself in many positive ways.
As an example, let me give you an outline of how we interact every day. I do mean every day. I found early that if I changed the routine even a little, Sarah would become very anxious. When I arrive home, we have a little ritual. Sarah greets me at the door with peels of laughter and fond wishes like I am an arriving celebrity. She is always dressed in a brightly colored dress or skirt that accentuates her perfect figure. Also, she has taken to wearing low cut tops that show a goodly amount of cleavage. She no longer wears undergarments but the firmness of her perky breasts makes a bra unnecessary. It pleases her greatly when I slip my hand down her top and cup her breast. As part of the happy greeting, she enthusiastically kisses me around my neck area while stroking my crotch until I have an erection. I must admit I usually have a solid woody before I come through the door knowing what is in store for me. Once she feels my arousal, she humps her crotch against my thigh and we mutually massage each other's ass-cheeks. Of course, I lift the back of her dress to feel her bare little bum. It has become more muscular and perfectly shaped from standing up all day at the coffee shop. She then unzips my fly and pulls my erection into the open air and strokes it lovingly. She kisses my neck and whispers loving words "My love, I have missed you so much. I was thinking about you all day. I want you to touch me. I need you. You are my man. I love you so much. Please let me pleasure you. I love the feel of your wonderful cock. Please use me." You get the idea.
She then turns and bends over a side table we have in the entranceway and lifts her dress over her back, exposing her naked ass. She lifts one knee to the edge of the table exposing her very moist pussy lips and vagina. I mount her and thrust my cock forcibly at least twenty times into her tight, hot womanhood. I have found any less than this number makes her sulk and act nervous.
Early in our living together, I would have an orgasm right there in the entranceway. I am only a normal human man. It's hard to hold back when she is shouting, "Yes, baby, do me. Ahhh, that feels soooo good. You are my man, my wonderful manly man. Please fuck me harder." But after a couple of weeks, I was able to fuck that special pussy just enough to quell her fires a bit and save myself for the delights that she offered throughout the evening.
After our ritual fuck-greeting, I go to the bedroom where Sarah would have my evening clothes arranged on the bed. These are always a sleeveless T-shirt and loose fitting sweat pants with a drawstring. Sarah likes to stroke my bare arms as we talk. The sweats allow me to quickly drop them to hump her sweet pussy whenever she needs it. That turns out to be many times a night. If I can't spring a boner, she gets all antsy and immediately starts sucking my cock until I get hard. Now you know why I have stopped having an orgasm when I first arrive home from work.
Sarah changes into an apron, the kind that ties behind one's neck and covers the chest and lower torso. At first, she was going around totally nude but we decided on the apron since hot grease sometimes splatters when she cooks my dinner and I like to leave the drapes and patio doors open. I caught the boy next door peeking through our dining room window and jerking off at the sight of my naked luscious mate. Since she wears nothing but fluffy pink slippers other than the apron, I have full and handy access to her ass and pussy any time I have the whim.
Life is certainly different living with a woman after SX69. For example, here is what happened just last night. We were watching Monday Night Football on T.V. My team, the Chicago Bears, was playing the Seahawks, a tough up-and-coming opponent. Sarah was sitting beside me on the sofa gently stroking my upper arm and watching my face. Her staring at me like this was a bit creepy at first but I've gotten used to it. I have my hand on the smooth skin of her thigh. I know I could have my hand anywhere I wanted or I could have her sucking my dick but the Bears are in for a tough game and they need this win.
Sarah holds my can of Coors and whenever I glance down at it, she notices my eye movement and hands me the brew. After I take a swig, I give it back for her to hold. She likes that.
She takes my hand and moves it to her beaver. As I am watching the game I kind of run my fingers through her soft blonde bush in a distracted way. She tends to open her legs quite far when I do this. When I'm watching football, I never dip my hand down below to her pussy lips even though I know she wants me to. I made that mistake when the Green Bay Packers came to town and Sarah got all worked up when I stroked her cunny. She begged that I mount her and bang her or she said she would just die. Not being a cruel guy, I had to do it but I missed most of the first half.
