The Orgasm Juice

Chapter 1

Jack Morphy held the blue crystal bottle jealously in his hands. He had acquired it from the Tunan-aka Himalayan tribe. Nestled in the mountains, a special mountain stream of holy water ran down, through a primitive village that had been using it in their ceremonies for thousands of years. The modern residents who lived near the village called it 'giggle juice' because it made you laugh after drinking it, however most called it a myth.

Jack's wife had passed away, and his depression made it impossible for him to get an erection, even after using modern medicine. He heard the 'giggle juice' had another name, The Orgasm Juice, and it would increase the sex drive of either men or women. When consumed, it is said the only way for the body to expel the fluid, is through an orgasm. So the body does what it needs to do to expel the liquid. Some claim the mountain had a higher than normal natural uranium deposits which tainted the water. Risks aside, Jack had journeyed to Nepal, climbed the Himalayans, found and befriended the native tribe, fought off some hunters with spears, killed wild animals, and after the village elder realized his true intentions, escaped narrowly from them before being killed, and smuggled the liquid back to America.

On the street, he popped open the cork and took a sip. Immediately he started to laugh. A person was across the street, and he honed in on them and laughed as if he wanted them to hear it. They turned and looked at him. He felt good, euphoric. He came up to a bar, and put the bottle in his pocket.

Inside, he ordered a beer from a large, tattooed biker chick bartender. Next to him, were three lovely ladies in mini skirts, flashy jewelry, and sipping on martinis. He felt a stirring in his loins, like a hungry tiger that just spotted some prey. It felt like he was suffocating, he couldn't breath, he had to go over and talk to them.

"Hi, how are you," he said to all three.

"Fine," one said.

"You girls look beautiful,"

"Thanks!" They said and cheered each other, laughing and generally ignoring him.

"I would really like to get with one of you," he said.

They turned harshly towards him.

"Your hair, so beautiful, those mini skirts,"

"Wow, calm down boy," one of them said and they all started laughing again.

This triggered Jack to start laughing, and he was laughing with them.

"I like him, he's fun," one of the girls said.

Jack took this as an invitation to start rubbing her shoulders. "You have such beautiful skin."

"Oh my,"

"Hey now," the other girls said.

At that moment the larger bartender came up and bounced Jack off her with her hips.

"Is he causing trouble?" The bartender said.

"He's fine," the girl getting massaged said quietly, but her friends were too busy shouting and laughing to hear her.

"We should really be going," the other girl said and they all agreed. "Thanks, Cagey," she said to the bartender.

Cagey, as they called her, turned to Jack. He thought she was going to beat him up or call the police. "Listen, if you're that horny, see that woman in the corner?"

Jack looked over. In the corner, filing her nails, was a very well put together middle aged woman, wearing fancy clothes and make up.

"She's a prostitute," Cagey said.

Jack went over towards her, his erection bulging his pants out. He sat down so she wouldn't be eye level with it.

"Hi," he said.

"Hey there, sugar, what can I do for you," she said with a raspy voice.

"I heard you were..." he trailed off. His eyes wondered down to her breasts, poking out of her dress, a few freckles. He may have drooled a bit.

"Okay, I see what you need," she said. "My name's Sasha, and do not dare call me a prostitute, I am an escort, I do not guarantee sex or even your enjoyment, and if you are an undercover, everything I do is perfectly legal."

"Uh...Ba..." Jack mumbled.

"Oh, and $350, up front."

"Well I don't have that..."

"Cash only."

"You can come with me to the ATM."

"You can take your broke ass to the ATM by yourself and then come back for me."

Jack got up, and was about to do just that, when he felt a pain in his stomach. It quickly traveled down to his groin, felt like he was dehydrated or had a UTI, like he had to pee but couldn't.

"I can't make it that long," Jack said, feeling like he was going to pass out.

"Excuse me?"

Jack sat down at the table. Beneath the table he started rubbing his crotch. He got close to her and whispered, "I have this special juice, it's very rare. I'll share some with you, as payment."

He took out the blue crystal bottle.

She stopped filing her nails and said, "what the hell kinda scam you running?"

"I'm serious, it's magical."

"I ain't taking some magical potion from a guy who looks like he needs to take a wiz."

"Please..."

"Hey Cagey," Sasha yelled.

"Oh no, not Cagey," Jack said, thinking he was toast.

"Is this guy causing more trouble," Cagey bellowed.

Jack said, "no, I swear, this juice, it'll increase your arousal, make you orgasm."

Cagey grabbed the bottle and uncorked it. She smelled it. "Not alcohol, trust me. Doesn't smell like anything."

She tilted the bottle so she could see the liquid.

"Not too much," Jack said, struggling to keep himself sitting up, the pain was too intense.

"I mean look at him, you really think you should try it," Sasha said.

"I'm fine, just need to orgasm," Jack said, holding himself up so he wouldn't collapse on the floor.

Cagey ignored them, and was now intrigued by the liquid. She watched as it came out of the bottle, clear, like water. She put the opening to her mouth. "Tastes like scented water," she said. "I've had turpentine in my mouth...on accident mind you, so I know if something is poison or not."

She started to laugh. "Actually I feel kinda good," she put the bottle down and made her way back to the bar.

"See, they call it giggle juice," he said.

Sasha had her nail filer up against her cheek. "Okay, fine," she said.

She took a little sip. "Mmm, kinda good."

She felt arousal, and then started to laugh. As she was still laughing she struggled to get out some words. "So what is it that you want,"

Jack started to laugh as well, while saying, "To fuck!."

"Yes! Great idea," she said. "Let's go, my place is across the street."

"But...the payment."

"Oh we'll settle that later."

Jack accompanied Sasha across the street, to a run down motel. They entered the room and started making out with each other. Sasha grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard, biting down on his lips.

"Ow," he yelled, pulling away, he touched his lips and felt blood.

"Sorry, couldn't control myself," she said.

Jack grabbed her and started undressing her, as she kissed his neck. He fought with her clothes and tore them off, one by one. Her nails dug into him as he squeezed her muscles in his hand. More than once he got scratched by her. Once they were naked, he started to maneuver over her.

"No, do me from behind," she said. "I want it to be primitive."

He could see it in her eyes she meant it. She looked like a predator about to pounce. He took her in doggy style and slipped his rock hard cock into her wet vagina. So suddenly it slipped in. He grabbed her ass and pushed hard against her. He watched as more and more creamy white fluid came out of her pussy and onto his dick. She was moaning in pleasure, and telling him to keep going. More cream was coming out of her, like a laundry machine overflowing with bubbles. It made her lubricated and easy to fuck.

He fucked her harder and harder, faster, until she squirted out her urethra, the blast hitting his leg, stinging him, like a pressure washer.

"Oh my God I never cummed so hard," she said, and collapsed on the bed.

She looked spent, but Jack was still not done yet. He showed her his throbbing erection.

"Give it here, I'll suck it," she said.

Jack couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a blow job, so was happy to let her devour his cock. She was quite skilled, and could take it in all the way. The pleasure was intense. Like he was finishing a race and was so close to the finish line. He saw intense visuals in his eyes like he was tripping. His brain became numb. It felt like he hit a pressure release valve, he was paralyzed by his muscles tensing up, he didn't know if he would stay conscious. He then felt an initial pain through his cock and then wave after wave of pleasure as he cummed forcefully and with great volume into her mouth. She couldn't keep all of it in her mouth, as it leaked out the side and over her bottom lip. Her eyes widened, as if asking when would it stop, but he kept going. "Almost done," he squeaked out in between huffing and puffing, expelling all his fluid into her as she had no other choice but to swallow it. At times it felt like he was urinating, the expulsion of cum was so strong, and what she couldn't swallow spilled out of her mouth.

When he was finally done, it felt like a switch and been turned on in his mind. He started to see more colorful visuals in his mind's eye, and it felt like he had an out of body experience.

Afterwards he collapsed on the bed next to her. They were both rubbing each other's groins and the side of his face was resting on her ample bosoms. The room was spinning for him, but she was calm and pacified. They laid like that until they both passed out.

The next day, Jack woke up. He was still naked. In the shabby motel. He grabbed his clothes off the ground and checked his pockets. He looked around the room. "Where was the bottle?" He remembered keeping it in his pocket, he made sure to not even bring it out once they were in the room.

He opened the drawers, checked his clothes again, looked through the closet. He searched the other rooms, it was a small motel room, there wasn't much to it. Sasha was gone. So was his bottle.

"She must have took it!"

Chapter 2

Cagey left her post behind the bar and went into the back room, a supply closet they kept the extra kegs and beer and other things in. She pushed out of the way a mop and bucket and got down on the concrete ground. She began taking her pants off, only briefly aware of the insanity of what she was doing. She also knew the door didn't lock. No one was supposed to come back here, but the owner or another employee could have walked in at any time.

In the corner was an old nudie magazine, they used to leave them in the bathroom, it was probably 30 years old. She flipped through the pages, saw a ripped man with a six pack, kissing a long legged blonde with hair down to her hips.

Cagey started to rub herself, she never masturbated. Even when she occasionally hooked up with women, she wouldn't even let them touch her down there, let alone men. The stimulation across her clitoris felt good. She was imagining being the luscious blonde, being wrapped up by the muscular man.

She took two fingers and easily pushed them into her vagina. She was shocked at how wet she was down there. And hadn't remembered this feeling in a while. She had to go back all the way to her college days, jerking off to pretty faced rock stars that lined her dorm room. Even then it was never this intense. She had stopped caring about sex because it was never pleasurable to her. Never THIS pleasurable.

She looked at the nudie magazine until it felt like their eyes were looking at her. She was now the centerfold, and they were gazing at her beauty. She felt a rising force between her legs. She felt a warm sensation all over her body, from her head to her toes, but overpowering it all was the feeling on her crotch, as her hands created more and more intense bliss, like sparks of pleasure shooting out. Her hands started to get wet, but she kept going. She was able to go faster without it hurting, which only made it more creamy. She felt another powerful tingle of pleasure in her loins, but this time building in intensity until it felt like she was giving birth, and then in a powerful explosion, she squirted a stream of hot liquid across the room, hitting a bottle of wine on the rack, causing it to get knocked over, crashing and breaking on the floor. Her stream continued, giving her the most intense pleasure of her entire life, until the pressure finally backed off and it reduced down to a slow trickle, before ending in a few drops, and finally she was spent.

When she finally regained her self awareness, lying in a puddle of her own juices, she wondered what she was doing there. Not just why she was masturbating in the back storage room of her job, but the greater question of why was she there at all? Robert, the owner, was a man 7 years older than her. She had chased him through 3 states. She even got the same motorcycle he had, and for what? He treated her like shit. He even married another woman, and she was still there, making minimum wage while serving lonely drunks. She felt like such a loser.

She put her pants on, and walked out of the closet. In the bar, she saw three guys, all loners, not even talking to each other, sitting at the bar. Maybe in the next six hours they'd get about 10 to 15 customers total. What a waste.

"Okay guys, sorry to say this, but the bar is closed," she said.

They all looked at her like she had just told a joke, waiting for the punchline.

"I know, I know, but maybe go across the street, same atmosphere," she said.

They knew she was serious. They started to complain, but she wasn't having any of it. She started shoving them out, letting them finish their drinks and then pushing them out the door, and locking the door behind her.

Behind the bar, was her motorcycle. Her legs hurt, she was almost 50, she was too old for this. She continued on foot, not even sure which direction she was heading or why. Eventually she came to a gym. She walked in and the man behind the counter asked her if she was a member.

"Can I get a guest pass?"

He let her in. She went on the treadmill and started walking. A baseball game was on, she usually followed sports as it was always on at the bar. She zoned out while watching the game, and walked for miles and miles. At one moment she giggled to herself.

Chapter 3

Sasha was hiding in the bushes. Derek, her "pimp," was across the street. Derek had seen her go in with a man, but the man didn't pay her. She had Jack's bottle though. Should she try to give him some as payment? Hell no, she thought, he would just steal it, like she stole it from Jack. She wanted to call the police, but because they were a "legitimate" business, Derek her "pimp" was actually just her manager. But because she wasn't really an escort but a prostitute, her manager really was her pimp. She had nowhere to go.

She had a strange hope that the elixir would help her. So she took a deep swig of the Orgasm Juice, and surveyed the situation. At that moment she felt a rising tide of anger flooding her mind. She always bragged about how independent she was, a self made woman. But here she was, hiding in the bushes from a man who was just a lowlife scumbag.

"I don't need this shit," she said. And she started walking the other direction. She was going to just keep her head high and not look back. But what if he saw her and followed her? What if one of his crew saw her? She knew she couldn't just breeze through this. She saw some men walking out of the bar across the street. They looked angry about something. She saw Cagey the bartender close up and disappear behind the building.

She ran up to one of the guys.

"Hey, excuse me, can you give me a ride home?"

"Sure," the guy's depressed demeanor suddenly changed. His face was now full of life and he smiled from ear to ear.

"You have a car?"

He nodded.

"Let's go, now," she said.

He led her to the car.

"Let's go," she yelled as he fumbled with his keys. "You better be sober!"

They made it to the man's apartment safely. They made small talk on the way. His name was Brian. When they got out, he was being quiet, looking down at his feet.

"I suppose you want some payment," she said.

"No, no, that's fine. Just happy to give you a lift," he said, and started to turn and walk towards his apartment.

"I'm gonna regret this, but..." Sasha took out the bottle, and took a sip. She began to laugh. She ran from Derek, the thought was funny to her. She would need a place to hide for a bit. "Hold up," Sasha called to him.

Brian couldn't believe that she was following him back to his apartment.

"You're not married, are you?" She asked.

"No."

"Here, take some," she said, and handed him the bottle. She felt like she could trust him, and that he was a good person. He explained to him it was a good luck potion. He took a very miniscule sip, just a taste on his lips.

"You don't trust me?"

"I don't trust strange women who pick me up," he said.

"That sounds like a YOU problem."

He opened the door to his apartment. It was definitely a bachelor pad. Some odd odors.

"It is a mess, sorry," he said, and they went out to a balcony in the back. Two chairs overlooked a view of the city park.

"Hey, this is nice," she said. Brian took out a bottle of whiskey and poured some in a glass.

"Oh no thanks, sugar, but you take some if you need it."

Brian looked at the whiskey. "Actually, I don't think I need any," and he let out a loud laugh. Sasha started to laugh as well, knowing exactly why he was laughing. But he didn't know, which caused him to laugh even harder.

"Okay that's enough," Sasha said gently.

"What was that stuff you gave me," he said.

"I'm surprised that little bit affected you."

She looked around the apartment. Posters of 90's action movies. Some very old women in bikini posters. His couch was falling apart and he had beers scattered on the coffee table. "No wonder you never get laid," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Oh nothing, I was thinking of my ex-boyfriend, such a loser," she started laughing uncontrollably. She was worried it would weird him out, so she stood up. "Hey, I have an idea, I used to be a stripper, wanna see me do some sexy dancing for you?"

"Uh, hell yes," he said.

He turned on some music to set the mood. It was slow, a nice rhythm. She started to dance. She moved closer to the building, not because she was embarrassed to be out in public, but she didn't want Derek or his goons to catch her. She rubbed herself on the brick siding of the building, as she began to slowly take her clothes off.

"You're amazing," Brian said.

"You think? I think I'm getting too old. How do I look, honestly?" She said, while still swinging her hips.

"Well to be honest you should wear less make up," Brian said.

Sasha stopped dancing. She wanted to slap him across the face, or at the very least, turn and walk away. But just as quickly the anger subsided, and she laughed it off. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

She moved closer to him, keeping an eye on the street for Derek, as she began rubbing her naked breasts in his face.

"Okay, tell me more," she said. "What else can I change about myself?"

Brian seemed confused by the question, not wanting to take his eyes away from her breasts.

"Seriously, I need to know."

"Just relax. You got tits, legs, and ass, what else is there," he said.

She laughed uncontrollably, as she grabbed the back of his head and shoved it in her boobs. He was rubbing her back and then moved down to her butt. His hands were rough, and strong. He squeezed her body like he hadn't touched a woman in decades, and it was probably true. She felt silly that most of her life she went after the aggressive men who treat women like a dime a dozen, when she could be getting with men who were desperate for sex. Even her clients were generally nervous around her, like they were doing a bad deed so they had to do it quickly, and they felt ashamed if they seemed like they enjoyed it too much. And afterwards, the emptiness of them leaving, despite not even wanting them around in the first place, was getting too much.