4 comments/ 179033 views/ 24 favorites Neural Receptors Ch. 01 By: fishgullet My dreary day was turning into a dreary night in the lab. I was hired as a researcher for a company attempting to develop a "smart" pill. The idea being that if one can introduce appropriate chemical receptors between neurons, one can boost the signals and hence the intelligence. Nice theory, but lousy practical grind for the lowly researcher who had to go step-by-step through thousands of combinations of molecules. So, there I was after midnight toiling over my partner's samples that she "just didn't get to" under my cheap desk lamp from Hell that gave me a jolt every time I touched the base instead of the switch. Too tired, too bugged out, whatever it was, I did not keep my elbows in as I turned and I knocked a vial of powdered samples out of the container onto the desk in front of me. Turning back at the sound, I inhaled a snout-full of untested neural receptors. It burned, it really burned. "Aw shit," I cursed to the gods of chaos that ruled my life and brought my hand down right onto the base of my lamp, which gave me a jolt that flung me back into my chair and then apparently face down on my desk.. I awoke sometime later with a crushing headache. Muttering curses under my breath I reached for the container to read the label. It was sample H3C2L21, whatever that meant. I cleaned up the mess, resolved to gripe thoroughly to my boss and demand a new, stupid $10 lamp, left a note for my lazy partner about the destruction of her sample, and made my way out of the building. As I approached the front desk, I swore I could sense Tom's presence before I turned the corner and saw him at the security desk. We exchanged minor pleasantries and I left a note for my boss telling him I was sleeping in and I would be back by noon. My headache still pounding through every damn bone in my head, I hurried home and toppled into bed, clothes and all. Mid morning found me in bed with a metallic taste on my tongue, a stuffed nose, and a feeling that my head just wasn't right. I still had plenty of time for a shower, a cup of coffee, and a bit of toast, which seemed to put me aright. I had been a little worried when I awoke, untested chemicals, electric jolts and all. My head turned toward the front door of the apartment. I knew someone was there before I heard the bell ring. Puzzling over my sense of intuition, the buzzer went off and I opened the door to a pretty brunette with a terrific figure, shoulder-length hair and a very serious face. "Mr. Donahue?" she said. I nodded as I tried to surreptitiously gaze at her jutting breasts, "the rental agency sent me over, you are late paying your rent . . . again." I apologized and offered to write a check on the spot. She agreed and I invited her in while I went to the bedroom and retrieved my checkbook. Coming back I saw her body from the hallway and thought to myself "Man, I would love to wrap my body around that!" The woman suddenly got a puzzled and then disdainful look on her face. Feeling embarrassed for no particular reason, I dismissed the thought and her face went back to neutral. "Can you relax, woman?" my thoughts continued, "I had a really rough night." She breathed deep, dropped her shoulders, and put a small smile on her pixie face. "Whoa, she just did what I asked her to do." My heart started beating faster. I sat down in the stuffed chair and my hands were trembling. "Can I write a check for two months and be done for awhile?" I asked her vying for time to think. "Sure, I'll give you a receipt." She sat down on the couch opposite me and pulled a pad out of her purse. Thinking quickly I decided to test this new situation and thought at her "Would you open your legs so that I can see your panties?" She was looking at her pad when a dirty little smile crept across her and her legs, like magic, opened to a view up her short skirt. White lace panties. I tore the check out of the book and walked it over to her. She looked up at me and I decided to go for it. "Would you like me to rub your pussy?" I thought. She took my check and gave me grin. Gently she took my arm and pulled me down until we were face to face. She cocked an eyebrow and kissed me slow and full on the lips. I felt her tongue and opened my mouth to take it in as my captured hand brushed against the inside of her thigh. Her hand went to the back of my head to hold me in place while our tongues danced. My hand found her panties and began to stroke her lips through them. She moaned in my mouth and a raging erection was born in my pants. My hand reached under her causing to her hips to lift up off of the couch. I reached the back of her panties and quickly pulled them down onto her thighs, and then to her knees where gravity took care of the rest. Spreading her legs again I sought out her pussy with my fingers. I touched smooth skin; there was no hair on her lips and my bulge grew harder. I slipped two fingers in and found a hot wet hole. I took my two fingers all the way up and brought my thumb around to rub the front of her slit. My thumbpad rubbed her clit back and forth as I began to piston my hand into her now throbbing pussy. She sucked my tongue harder and started undulating her hips in rhythm with my hand. Faster and faster we went. Her eyes went wide and started to roll back into her head. "Ohh," she moaned, then she just stopped and shook, and shook again as her orgasm coursed from her pussy through her body. She let go of me and settled back into the cushions. The first thought in my head, completely selfish of course, was "Damn, will she suck my cock?" She looked up at me from the couch with a silly grin and said: "And what can I do for you?" She reach forward and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. My underwear followed and my cock bounced out raging hard. "Ooooh, it's so hard. Did I do that?" she asked with feigned innocence. Her tongue, that blessed tongue, came forward began to trace the head of cock and I moaned aloud. It had been awhile. She licked the underside of my cock making me shiver; then she reached that pleasure spot behind the crown and I became a man with only one thought in his head. She played it cool and refused to rush my pleasure. She reached down and gently stroked my nutsack and began to lick and suck first one, and then the other. I felt my knees give a little. She came up for air, gave me a wink, and took the length of my boner in her mouth – all the way to my pubes – all the way to heaven. She took her hands and wrapped each around one of my butt cheeks. She started thrusting my hips back and forth, back and forth into her delicious sucking mouth of hers. Sucking loudly when my head touched the tip of her tongue, the saliva started to drip from a corner of her mouth. She started slow and then began to pick up the pace, urging my hips to go faster and faster, asking me with her eyes to fuck her face. I did; I fucked her mouth and the pressure in my balls started to build. Every muscle in my body began to flex in anticipation and my hips were flying. Not caring whether she wanted my cum down her throat or not, I let out a howl as my cock exploded stream after stream down her hot gullet. Her eyes bulged and white cum followed the saliva dripping out the side of her mouth. I sucked down a large breath of air and she gently released my shrinking cock from her mouth. "Wow," I said as I reached down to pick up her panties. "That was simply amazing." My tongue was tied and my head was whirling with afterglow of a blowjob beyond my imagination, and the possibilities of my apparently newfound powers of persuasion. I looked into this woman's eyes whose name I did not know wondering "is this a one time thing? Will I see you again?" "Thank you, I take it that you liked our little treat." she said giggling. She bunched the panties in my hand and told me hold on to them, she would be back later to collect them . . . maybe tonight? I reached down with both hands and helped her up from the couch, whatever her name was. Mentally slapping myself I beamed at her, "what is your name?" She picked up her pad, tore off the receipt and handed it to me. The signature at the bottom said 'Jenn.' She stuffed my check in her purse. "How about seven tonight, Jenn, and we'll have a little dinner?" I said with all the smoothness I could muster with my pants down around my ankles and a dripping dick making scummy drops on them. Jenn kissed me on the cheek sealing the date and said with mischief in her voice that she would see herself out. Shaking off the afterglow, I pulled my pants off and went to get a clean pair. Making plans within plans, wanting to know just what I could do and not do, my knew-found powers were changing my life, quickly. Making my way to work I considered with a rueful grin that there was no way I was not going to get a new desk lamp today. Neural Receptors Ch. 02 I was mulling over my predicament as I rolled into the parking lot. My brain is able to send thoughts to which people respond and all it took was chemical neurotransmitters and a crappy, defective desk lamp. Of course a teenager would be plotting to fuck everything in sight, but I, I was seized with bouts of doubt and dread. My real, gut-twisting fear overshadowing all was what if I could control it; what if someone cut me off and I told him to drop dead? Would he? My cock may not have conscience, but I do. Lost in thought, I eased up to the second floor of the R&D building and wound through the hallways to my small lab, which I shared with Elizabeth. I opened the door to my lab partner, Elizabeth, standing next to a half-eaten sandwich resting on top a stack of the files with mustard dripping down the side of the pile onto the table. To call her a slob only begins the description and it was her slovenly ways that caused the accident last night in the first place. My anger began to build. "There you are," she drummed, "Where the hell have you been and why the fuck did you screw up my samples last night?" Hands on her hips and attitude in the air, my sight went red as I stormed to the table and slammed my fist on it. "YOU didn't finish yesterday's samples!" I accused and since I was on a roll continued, "YOU left them on the table for me to deal with, and YOU are bitchin' me out? Your samples, your responsibility!" I felt something wet under my fist and looked down to find that I had slammed my fist into a puddle of her mustard. Smooth, just call me Dr. Smooth. I held up my hand to her face: "You're lazy, you're sloppy, and it is amazing more samples haven't been lost." I paused and considered in a quiet voice, "Or have they?" I didn't wait for an answer but turned my back to grab the paper towels behind me. She started to say something as I bent down to unplug the desk lamp from Hell and grab it by its neck. Pointing my lamp at her with a death grip on its plastic neck I said simply: "I will deal with you later" and I felt my brain give a push, in her direction. Suddenly, her body went tense and her eyes widened as if in fear. Good, I thought as I turned to leave, let her stew on that for awhile. And what the hell was that push? More to ponder. Trekking through the hallways to the other side of the building to my supervisor's office, I took a shortcut through secretarial pool. As I passed the filing cabinets I noticed the big boss, that is to say my boss's boss, personal assistant massaging file folders. Trust me on this one; she was the typical platinum blond, big hair, oversized fake-boobed airhead squeezed into an outfit that is just a teensy bit too tight. My professional assessment is that those tight outfits cut off the circulation to her brain; but, if she makes the big boss happy in the pants, I'm with the program. After all, she was my favorite piece of unobtainable eye candy in the building. I idly wondered for the umpteenth time what she thought of me and something flew from my head. She looked up from her task directly at me and spoke simply. "You look like an idiot carrying that lamp and trailing the cord behind you on the floor." "Ah, yeah, uh, thanks," I mumbled. Am I always such a dork? I wondered, and then hustled around the corner lest I hear an answer. Taking my self-pity in stride, I pulled up to Dr. Bob's secretary and asked if the good doctor was in. She said she would check and picked up the phone to dial his extension while staring at my desk lamp. Dork. I dabbled with the question of whether she was sleeping with Bob; they were both nice, kind of frumpy, huggable people. My brain was buzzing when she looked at me and gave me a dazzling smile. I flushed from my neck to the top of head thinking, I really didn’t want to know and I have just got to get this thing under control. She gestured and with a brief knock on the door I went in to talk to Dr. Bob. He looked at the lamp and then he looked at me. "It's defective, it gave me a nasty shock last night, and caused samples to be destroyed. I am not filling out another requisition form, I want a new lamp, dammit." Bob called out with a chuckle through the open door. "Anne, go check the supply closet for a new lamp for Jerry." She walked off and Bob opened his mouth to say something and appeared to think better of it. What were you going to ask me? popped into my thoughts. “Jerry,” he said, “What do you think of your research project so far?” I considered the safe answer, the political answer, and went for the suicidal one; it was that kind of day. “At this point we are spinning our wheels and wasting money.” Dr. Bob leaned back in his chair and asked me what did I suggest we do? I told him we should take the best sample, one that shows any infinitesimal increased brain activity and sell it over the counter as a natural, intelligence-enhancing vitamin. The one I had in mind was distilled from a common weed growing across the fields of some Asian country. “Doesn’t the corporation own a vitamin subsidiary?” I asked with just a drop of guile. “The company is the major shareholder in one,” he replied thoughtfully. Then Anne walked in with a new box with the picture of a nice desk lamp on it and I took my leave. Like a proud parent holding his baby, I took my lamp back to my lab. As I closed the door Elisabeth came up to me and said, “We have to talk.” There was a little tremble in her voice. “How can I make this right? What can I do to keep you from telling Bob. Oh God, did you tell Bob?” “Not yet,” I said, dead pan. The silence thickened in the room. She put her hand across mine and spoke softly. ”You know I always kind of liked you, is there something I can do for you.” What the hell, two gambles in one day. I took her hand and placed it on my crotch and nodded. “How about a blowjob?,” she asked with a weak smile. I shook my head and projected at her. Do you want me to fuck you silly? She rubbed my crotch once, twice, and then went for my belt buckle and my pants. “O God,” she moaned, “let’s do this now, here.” “Do what?” I said without emotion. “Overwhelm me, baby, take my vagina and use your penis in me!” And to think I assumed that I was the geek in the room. It was no surprise that my cock lay limp between my legs after a come-on like that, so I took her by the shoulders and eased her face down to my prick. She took the hint and sucked my flaccid friend into her mouth and took the root in her hand and began to inflate my pride. I reached down into her lab coat and began to unbutton her blouse. Elizabeth’s boobs were small, flabby things, but with large areole and nipples that were already starting to poke out. I pushed the bra down and began to rub her nubbins. My cock came to life and stood rigid like the good soldier I knew he was. She backed off my cock and stood up. Before I could reach down myself, she popped the button on her slacks and dropped her panties with them. The table was too high, so Elizabeth leaned against it and looking over shoulder, cooed, “Take me, now!” I briefly considered licking her slit first, but I remembered how pissed I was at her and decided to just take advantage. I came up behind her, rubbed my cock along her dripping slit, and then slid it up her cunt. Elizabeth's puss was hot, wet and loose and I began to pump without friction. Her ass was a little big so rather than reach around to tweak her clit, I told her to rub herself. As Elizabeth reached down, I took my thumb and squeezed between her butt cheeks and found her rosebud. I pushed on her asshole and she began to pick up the pace. I pushed harder and broke through her sphincter and she began to moan. “This feels too damn good,” she gasped as her arm became a blur on her clit. I pushed further into her ass and her legs started to tremble. “Oh God,” she began to chant. “Oh God, oh God, oh oh Gawd!” she cried as she came. Her muscles clamped down tight on my cock and felt myself let go. I spurted my juice long, hard and far up that steaming hole. When my heels touched the ground again, my cock fell out of her pussy with a distinct drippy sort of ‘plop.’ Reaching around for the paper towels, I wiped the juices off of my thoroughly used member and aimed for the trash can; Elizabeth was still leaning against the table and trying to catch her breath. I considered grabbing a wipe for her when my new inner sense made me shift my attention towards the door. “Someone is coming,” I hissed while popping my buckle in place. “Quick, you had better pull up your pants.” Bob stuck his head in the door. “Get that sample we were discussing and bring it to my office, Jerry. Elizabeth, finish up your notes and start packing up the other samples. It’s time to close down this show, kids!” Bob sniffed the air, shook his head, and closed the door. Elizabeth looked mortified; she stood frozen like a statue. It’s a good thing lab coats are long because it kinda hid the stain coming out on the front of her slacks. Laughing to myself, I pulled the file with its sample and made my way out the door. “Damn, I’m good!” I mused, hoping that Elizabeth picked up my thought. I was not a geek and never really was, but it took something extra ordinary to shake my complacency. It was time to make up for lost time and make some money; I made a mental note to call my stockbroker. Hey, vitamins are good for you and soon, they would be good for me too. Neural Receptors Ch. 03 Happy on one hand, and terrified on the other, I dropped off the sample and sped home. It was Friday, let Elizabeth clean up the mess. Driving home I brooded still over how to control the projection of thoughts. I needed to shield my thoughts, block them before they spread across the ether. Having considered the tinfoil cone, a helmet and a garland of garlic cloves, I decided that the answer had to be in my own brain; my brain had to generate its own shield. Getting comfortable on the floor of my living room, I tucked myself into a lotus position and began to empty my mind. Feeling the rhythm of regular breathing, I began to imagine a sphere surrounding my brain; it was billowy, opaque and blue. Lights and lighting seemed to pulse inside the sphere, but didn't emerge. The image seem to hold; it was holding. For some time I sat contemplating and strengthening the image. All of sudden someone knocked at my door and my concentration was startled. In my imagination I saw a pool of light emerge from the sphere aimed directly at the door. The light disappeared through the door and bounced back to the sphere. I knew, I just knew that the old lady from next door, was standing there. So that is how it works, my head nodded. Breaking the trance but holding the image of the blue sphere in my head, I answered the door. It was the Mrs. Mann and she had broken a lightbulb off in the socket, could I get it out for her? Crisis resolved and the image floating in my head, I showered and began to clean the apartment for my evening's tryst. The doorbell rang and I realized that I had lost track of time. I leapt for the door and damn near tore it off the hinges opening it in my excitement. And there stood Jenn, more of a walking wet dream than I remembered this morning. Her legs were lean and her eyes were bright. I took her by the waist, stepped up to her and planted a kiss on her lips. My springer sprung a hard one and the blue image vanished from my thoughts. "Can I just wallow in your curves?" I mumbled to myself. She giggled, pushed the bag between us and announced she brought Chinese food instead of going out. My cock subsided and I sought the image again trying to get control. The blue sphere re-emerged behind my eyes, glowing brighter that ever and it seemed to be spinning. "Hey," Jenn broke in, "are you daydreaming in there or do I simply overload your circuits?" She had a devilish grin on her face. "Well, I am hungry to eat, ah, something," I replied, trying to look innocent. She cupped my face with her free hand, told me I was sweet, and marched off to the kitchen. One touch of her hand and I had a tenting problem in my pants. I forced myself to eat dinner while we talked and made eyes at each other across the table. I was at half mast in my pants but holding it together somehow in my head; I could taste more the anticipation in the air than the food on the plate. "How long can you hold back?" I questioned of Jenn in my mind. In my imagination I saw a point of light emerge from the blueness and shoot like an arrow directly between her eyes. Damn, more than mere illusion, I saw that light fly with my eyes open! Jenn blinked once. She stood up, came around the table and as I pushed back my chair, she straddled me and sat in my lap. I cupped her face and brought our lips to together. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, and the sphere behind my eyes shattered in a blaze of light that engulfed us both. I was an animal in heat and she responded in kind. Grabbing her waist, I stood up and she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her heat against my cock as I carried her to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed and we began to dry fuck through our clothes while our tongues swirled. Her hips were rocking and I was rolling with the friction when her hand pressed my shoulder back and she whispered that we had plenty of time and lots to do. Her legs were still locked behind me as I unbuttoned Jenn's blouse and uncovered her bra. I popped the front clasp with two hands and pulled back the cups to reveal her pink nipples. I gently rubbed her nips to tautness with my palms and she began to coo and rub her breasts in circles against the soft middle of my hands. Her stomach was a flat board that bent into soft ripples of muscle as she leaned up to unbutton my shirt. She released her legs and brushed aside my hands from her breasts as she came up, and began to suck on one of my nipples, and then the other. Her hands flicked open my pants and pushed down my underwear. She moved southward and taking my stiff dick in her hand spoke to it softly saying: "I remember you." Jenn kissed the head of cock sending shivers up my spine. She gave the head a big slurp, cradled my balls with a gentle squeeze and sat up. Jenn shrugged off her blouse and bra, and her large breasts stood at attention, defying gravity as her nipples pointed straight out. She undid her skirt and in one swift move, pulled her skirt and panties off. She leaned back and smirked at me: "What do you want?" I went to my knees and began to kiss her from her neck to her stomach, choosing the valley between her breasts and ignoring the nipples. Jenn's stomach tensed as I teased her bellybutton with my tongue and moved down into her little scruff of public hair. I kissed my way between her thighs and worked back to her pussy lips, which were swollen and hinting of moisture within. I licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy but did not stick my tongue inside. "Stop teasing me," she begged, "Suck it! Suck my pussy." I pulled her lips aside with my fingers and began to kiss the moist folds of her lips up one side and then the other. Her clit was already prominent but I danced around it and returned downward to her wet tunnel. The juices were dripping down to her ass crack as I stuck my tongue as far up as it could go. Slurping and sucking, I tried to touch every inch of her sweetness with my tongue. Her hands came down on my head and practically dragged me up by the ears until my tongue made contact with her clit. I stuck a finger of one hand up her cunt and grasped a nipple with the other as I began to gently flick her bud with the tip of my tongue. "Harder," she demanded. I obliged and began to use the flat of my tongue, licking faster and faster. Her hips bucked, her cunt tightened around my finger and she screamed: "I'm cumming" in a long, drawn out wail. With pussy juice everywhere, on my face, my hands, the bed, Jenn sat up and began to kiss me and lick my face. My cock jerked at her gentle touch and she whispered in my ear, "No more teasing, I need your cock in me, now." Without hesitation I pulled her hips to the edge of the bed, lined up my erection and eased it in without resistance. The muscles in her pussy tightened around my cock as I paused to enjoy the sweet sensation of being engulfed in a wet, hot sauna. "Feel this," Jenn challenged me and I pulled back only to meet against the resistance of a wall of muscle. I thrust forward and the wall disappeared until I touched her pubes with mine and her muscles squeezed my cock again. In a slow rhythm I thrust back and forth as her pussy stroked and massaged my dick. Her head was thrown back and she began to moan as I picked up the pace. OUr sweat commingled where our hips joined together in friction. Every muscle in my body strained at the effort of power and rhythm, and the pressure just kept building. I knew that I couldn't last under this kind of assault and with one last thrust to the hilt, I cried out and I came in one, two, three long hard jets. I lay on top of her feeling her cunt still squeezing my dick and listening to her heart beat at a good clip. I had had sex before but never anything as intense as this. Rolling off we lay side by side exploring our various nooks and crannies, passing lazy kisses from top to bottom. Time passed and I rolled back on top of her: "Where did you come from? Where have been all my life?" I asked her. "Get off of me, you lug," was her reply along with that melting smile of hers. She trotted off to the bathroom and I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, thinking. The blue sphere crept back into my thoughts and I pictured it again encompassing my brain, but the light inside was subdued and the lightning quiet. Jenn emerged from the bathroom and picked up her clothes and began dressing. My face dropped. She explained, "I've got to work tomorrow; I'm running the office this weekend. This is the first time they've asked me and it's a big deal." She buttoned the top button, leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and told me to call her tomorrow. "Your number," I called as she turned towards the door, "I don't have your number." "It's in your bathroom, lover," and she smiled at me again. I rushed for the bathroom and there on the mirror in bright red lipstick across the entire length was her telephone number, along with her panties from this morning hanging on the cabinet pull. I heard the front door close as I burned her telephone number into my brain. Neural Receptors Ch. 04 I should have slept like a log but my dreams kept me twisting in the sheets with flashing bursts of color in a geometric space that kept folding into itself and engulfing me. I stood at the toilet with my cock in hand staring at Jenn’s number on the mirror. The world felt more stable today as I closed my eyes and there was the blue sphere, pulsing behind my sockets. I relived the images of light from last night and decided to go to the gym after breakfast. Maybe slipping into a runner’s groove as a mindset, I could better master this control mechanism. Arriving too late to avoid the weekend crowd, the only running machine left was in the front row. I hopped on and increased the speed to a slow jog. I felt myself slipping to that familiar groove of pacing and breathing. The blueness behind my eyes increased and became more solid. I began to sense all of the people around me but I was able to keep them at a distance for quite a while. I began to tire after awhile and slowed the speed to an easy walk. Feeling confident again I looked up and a vision of loveliness stepped into sight. She was young, fit, and lacking a better word, had a rack, a big, round, wholesome set of tits. I wondered if they were real or fake, and dammit if I didn’t watch another point of light emerge and shoot right into her forehead. Knowing what was coming, I began to panic inside for I had no where to run, literally. “Hi, I’m Tracy” she said as turned to face me. She pulled her shoulders back and asked “Do you like?” Before I could answer she told me they were a graduation present from daddy, which really pissed off her mother who couldn’t do anything about it because she was now eighteen. She was the spoiled child of divorced parents and they competed for Tracy's love with ever more extravagant gifts. “They look great,” was all that came out. The trophy wife on my left smirked at me and I flushed. Tracy told me she going to take a shower and wash her hair, but if I wanted to meet her at the front door afterward she would show me the new car Mommy bought her. She left and I rushed to shower and change. Tracy met me at the door and walked me out to show off her little vroom-vroom. “Want a ride?” she asked. Oh, I wanted a ride alright. I nodded ‘yes’ and wondered “how much of ride are you going to give me?” Another point of light shot out and she announced: “this is going to be fun.” A spin up there and a tour around here, and we ended up at my apartment. I invited her up offering her a drink. Tracy stepped inside the doorway and put her arms around me. “Do you want to test drive my other present?” I saw that coming, my cock was counting on it; I just didn’t expect her to be that corny about it. I kissed her full on the lips and forced my tongue into her mouth. I didn’t waste much time figuring she was young and wouldn’t know better. I walked her to the middle of the living room and lifted her T-shirt over her head. Off came her bra and she proudly announced “D cups!”. Giving her proper respect for her new gift, I immediately set about slobbering over them. We wrestled the rest of our clothes off and she lay on her back on the floor. I leaned forward and placed my cock between those mounds and yelled out “titty-fuck!” She laughed and pushed her tits together for me and began to lick my head every time I reached her mouth. I reached back and began to fondle her pussy. I got bored after a few minutes and slipped my fingers further into her pussy making sure it was wet and ready. I rolled off of Tracy onto my back taking her with me. She pushed her hips back and took hold of my cock with her little hand, placed it at her hole and dropped down on it. She leaned forward rocking her hips and shoved her melons in my face. I licked, I sucked and watched her ride herself on my johnson. She shook and she squirmed; she uttered ‘ohs’ and ‘ews’ until she blossomed into slow, rich orgasm and, without warning, just stopped. I took her off of me and put her on her hands and knees. Her cunt was red and gaping as I shoved my cock back into her slit. I grabbed her tits, figuring that’s what they were there for, and began thrusting like a buck in rut. I pounded her hard as I worked towards my release. Finally I felt the sperm rising in my prick, I pulled it out and shot white jizz over her ass and up her back. “Great road test,” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster. She smiled and agreed. We cleaned up and she took me back to my car. She leaned across and kissed me, telling me anytime I wanted to go for a drive, she would take me. I went back inside the gym to soak my aching cock in the whirlpool. A couple around my age joined me in the water and the guy struck up a conversation with me. His girlfriend was bottle blond and vacuous, and nodded her head with everything he said. The conversation slid into politics and Joe began to spout some pretty obnoxious stuff that began pissing me off. I stopped talking and let out an ‘okay’ or an ‘uh-huh’ just to be polite but he would take the hint and kept going. He finally pressed one button too many and I was thinking “shut the fuck up!” The blue behind my eyes blazed brightly and I watched a bolt of lightning strike him dead on. I felt that familiar push I had experienced a couple of times yesterday and now I knew what it was. And, he shut up. In fact he got out and walked back to the locker room. His girlfriend, suddenly alone, shot me a weak smile and took her leave. I idly toyed with taking her but decided that she was just too skanky. This was turning into a fine day. I was gaining control and confidence; the world was suddenly an endless list of possibilities.