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Spanish Seed Ch. 01

By: thecoupler



Ch. 1: White and One

The wizened old man who sold me the small glass jar filled with what looked like white seeds was evasive as to what the seeds were for, despite the fact that it had "SPANISH SEED" written on it in spidery script over a label made out of sticky tape.

"Help you with everything," he said, peering out from behind a tiny stall in the huge, bustling open market in the city. "Everything." He leered at me, toothlessly. There was a twinkle in his eye. "But there are three rules."

"What are they?" I asked, only half-listening, pawing at the sickly looking lettuce at the front of his display, which was the best of a poor assortment.

"You must take this one first, without chewing," he said, holding up a grimy plastic pocket containing a large black seed. "White ones don't work if you don't take black one, see? Mmm." He waggled the packet at me in his gnarled hand, which could have been part of his sales pitch or just arthritis.

"Don't work, what do you mean?" I was getting bored and hungry.

"Second rule," said the old man, ignoring my question, "is you mustn't eat the white ones yourself, no no no. Have to keep those for the ladies, heh heh heh. Or the boys if that is what you like, hmm?" The vendor roared with laughter, or tried to, before quickly developing a coughing fit. After producing a filthy old hanky and expectorating into it with great gusto, the man looked at me, smirking after he saw that he now had my full attention. "Ah, and the third... the third is for when you run out of white ones. The third is... don't eat a second black one."

I was not in the habit of taking the word of random old codgers as gospel, but this man seemed to believe completely in what he was saying. His price was too good to ignore, whatever it was that these seeds did, so I paid him and turned to go.

"You'll thank me later, son," the old man said, crinkling his crackled skin into a grin.

* * *

If this stuff did what the old man hinted that it would – and I certainly knew what he was implying – then I needed a test subject. First of all, though, I needed to swallow the black seed. It didn't look like anything special, it could have been from any plant. Not that I knew much about plants, but then again I was only 20 years old at the time, I didn't know much of anything at all, apart from the journalism course I was doing at the university. Especially not any good reason why I shouldn't have popped that seed into my mouth and swallowed without getting it taken to a lab to be analysed first.

I decided that I should wait a day or two after swallowing the black seed to see if I came down with anything. I didn't. Well, sort of. There was one curious effect: my body started to emit a peculiar aroma which was nothing like the way I usually smelled. Not that it was unpleasant. It wasn't cinnamon, more of an earthy aroma redolent of more exotic spices I only occasionally got a whiff of going past Asian restaurants, but I imagined it was the same sort of effect that an excess of cinnamon has on the body. I remembered the old joke in Star Trek of Klingons smelling like lilac... yeah, that was kind of the effect. 

I waited a week, and I still smelled of lilac but was otherwise fit as a fiddle. If that was the worst of it, I thought through the narrow lens of my hormonal mind, then there can't be anything wrong with the white ones either!

The test shouldn't be on someone I knew well, I decided. But how could I get a stranger to swallow a tiny white seed? I couldn't for the life of me think of a valid way for that to happen in my regular life without breaking laws. Looking back on it now, it seems silly I was prepared to discard all sense of societal responsibility in what I was doing, yet I still tried to hold onto a sense of morality. Inexperienced as I was and ill-prepared for the gift I was given, I took to carrying around one of the white seeds in my wallet, prepared for any contingency.

* * *

One of those chances came on a Saturday away from my studies on a cold autumn morning, when one of my neighbours from several doors down saw me washing my car in my driveway and asked me to help her carry a new television into her one-bedroom flat. She introduced herself as Janine, a bubbly, athletic blonde girl with long wavy hair that flowed over her shoulders, She had a strong, aquiline nose and perfect complexion. She was wearing sneakers and tight cotton pants that showed off the curves of her toned legs and ass, with a loose cotton top covering a healthy chest in a tank top that left enough room to display her tight belly. She might have been a couple of years older than me, no more. She was a babe, no question... and way too good for the likes of me. 

"Can I offer you a drink?" she asked innocently, after we had puffed and shuffled our way through the installation process for her new plasma. My ears perked up instantly.

"Sure, how about a coffee?" I said, smiling as I fumbled in my pocket, trying to get the little seed out of my wallet with the fingers of one hand. 

"Let me guess, white and one?" she grinned as she pressed the button for the electric kettle.

The conversation wore on from there as the kettle boiled and she prepared our coffees, with Janine going through how she was recently graduated from the same university as me and was now working as a pharmacist's assistant. I sat on a stool over her kitchen bench as she worked in front of me, two mugs ready for coffee. It was almost too easy when she turned away to go into the pantry for the sugar – after putting a saccharine tablet in hers – for me to spike her drink with the white seed. Years of computer games taught me the quick hand movements needed to mask my actions, I thought in triumph!

She sipped and sipped her way through her coffee, and I through mine, watching her intently. I tried being my charming self, knowing that under normal circumstances a guy like me would never be able to get anywhere serious with a knockout girl like this. I had talked to such girls before and never got past polite conversation. Not that I had a burning desire in my guts to right the wrongs of my schoolboy loserdom, mind you, but it was certainly exciting to think that I might actually have the advantage that I had so sorely lacked in the past.

My attempts at two-way conversation petered out eventually, and while Janine was perfectly happy talking about herself and her life, standing next to me at the corner of the table with her empty mug beside her, my thoughts turned to the old man and how he had fooled me. But then a strange thing happened. Janine started scratching herself. First it was her ass, then her hip, then her stomach. She didn't even seem to notice she was itchy at first, scratching herself absently as she continued talking about her work at the hospital, but then after her fingers started snaking their own way under the line of her pants, she looked down in surprise at what her own body was doing.

"Wow, that's really itchy but there's no rash," she said, matter-of-factly. In fact, there was a bit of redness where she was scratching, but the worst symptom so far seemed to be goose bumps, from what I could see.

I decided to take a chance. I reached my hand out and rubbed her stomach where she had just scratched.

"Ooh, that tickles!" she squealed. I kept rubbing at the spot, which was an inch above the hem of her pants. I looked up at her, and our eyes met. She looked puzzled and cocked her head at me. "What course was it that you did again, not a doctor's degree was it?"

"No, just journalism ma'am," I said cheerfully, still rubbing her stomach. She returned her gaze to my hand, which worked its way around and around her belly button.

"Well, that does feel g... uhh!" She gasped as a cramp went through her insides and doubled over. She staggered over to the nearby couch and sat down on it.

"Are you all right?" I asked, genuinely worried that she might have had an adverse reaction. As she bent over with her head down, I glanced over to her empty mug and saw no sign of the white seed. 

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's weird, it's not even that time of the month. Uhhh!" She suffered another cramp and lay back on the couch clutching her stomach. "Rub it again, that seemed to work!" she whimpered.

I went over and kneeled on the carpet next to the couch, and replaced her hand with my own, resuming the gentle rubbing. I could see Janine was developing a light sweat on her forehead as she lay there, eyes closed, blonde hair strewn all about, her chest heaving up and down with big breaths. She kicked her shoes off and opened her eyes.

"I'm feeling a bit strange," she said quietly, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Should I call the doctor?"

"No, not sick, just... warm, all over." Janine took her cotton top off, revealing that the sweat had started making her clothes stick to her skin, with her large nipples already pointing through the latex tank top.

"Use both hands," she grunted, grabbing my other wrist and putting my hands on either side of her lower stomach, pulling her pants down as far as normal propriety would allow, and maybe then some. I could just see her panties peeking from under the top of her pants as I massaged her abdomen in long strokes. Janine squeezed her eyes closed and puffed like she was in between contractions. 

On the downward strokes, I started sneaking my thumbs under the band of her panties, discovering the silky smooth skin beneath. Damn, this girl was hot in every way possible. I twisted my right hand around so it was working up and down while the left worked across her belly. 

At that, she started and looked down at me. I shifted up so my body was level with hers on the couch to talk to her, and another strange thing happened. She took in a big breath through her nose in close proximity to my neck, possibly in preparation for a rebuke, but I could see her eyes glaze over almost in slow motion. She had taken a big whiff of my lilac-like scent, and that was enough to send her into la-la land. I filed that fact away for future reference.

I kept watching her for any more signs, but she didn't look back at me. My right index finger gradually shifted down between the folds of her pussy, past the little blonde curls and into the valley of her cunt, which was very wet and hot to the touch. Pretty soon I had her pants worked off her legs as she seemed to be out to the world, breathing out through an open mouth with her concentration seemingly fixated on my constantly working hands.

I moved down to between her thighs and peeled off her soaking wet panties. Her sweet little cunt was bared to my inspection, glistening with her own juices. Her clit was standing up proudly, and her hole was already working itself into a frenzy, the muscles clenching and clenching. I couldn't help myself from tasting her with my tongue. She tasted like lilac! She cried out softly above me as I lapped up her juices, coating my face with her sweetness. The heat emanating from her pussy was fierce, and she started humping my face with little grunts. Her arms drifted down and almost latched around my head, but I lifted myself up again and set about disrobing myself, while keeping my neck within sniffing distance. Once I was naked, I set about unlatching her tank top and lifting it over her head. Her tits were spectacular, with perfectly round nipples that were engorged with blood, sitting languidly on her chest as she heaved breaths now in the height of arousal.

I climbed on top of Janine and started kissing down her neck to her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth and hefted her other tit in my hand, drawing another half-conscious moan from her lips. My cock was as hard as steel as I moved it up and down the moist channel of her cunt. To my surprise, it was Janine's hand that took hold of my prick and lined it up with her hole, and guided it in. I looked back up at her regarding me through slitted eyes, and kissed her on the lips as I drove my cock deep into her cunt.

Inside Janine's hot, wet pussy, her muscles slackened off as she was overcome with an emotional reaction. Our bodies stopped moving against each other as Janine kissed me with great force and pulled at my hair, my cock standing up inside her. She let out a long groan of satisfaction, followed by more short panting as her body adjusted to the feelings flowing through her groin. I had just enough wits about me to wonder whether I was feeling any differently to normal human reaction during sex due to the seeds – despite my relative inexperience at it, my conclusion was no – but it seemed to me that Janine was getting a lot out of it.

"That... feels... so good..." she panted. "I think that's just what I needed."

She smiled back up at me through gritted teeth.

"Now fuck me."

I raised my ass up and sunk back down into the soft folds of her pussy. She was sweating all over now, with salty droplets rolling over her flat stomach down between her legs to join her natural juices around my thrusting prick. I felt like the head of my penis was swelled up larger than it had ever been before, pushing out the walls of her cunt and making her cry out with delicate girlish yips.

I looked at Janine's face as we fucked, and couldn't see any drug haze any more. She was completely awake and aware of who she was fucking. The look on her face was joyful and surprised, her jaw hanging slightly open. The sweat was beading down her cheekbones and mingling with her hair.

Janine closed her hands around the cheeks of my ass and turned us over on the couch so she was on top. She started riding my cock, her heavy tits bouncing up and down, her hard nipples scraping my chest. I pumped my hips in time with hers, as her pussy muscles grabbed my cock and milked it. Her cunt felt white hot with heat, her juices dripping down my cock and coating my balls. I reached my hands up and played with her tits as she started to swear at me, telling me to fuck her like a stallion. The blood started to roar in my ears, and I could feel my cock swell even harder as the cum boiled up inside me. She bent down and kissed me and asked me if I was going to cum, and I said yes.

"Please cum inside me. I need your cum. Please, please, please. Cum for me baby..."

My body tensed up and the tip of my cock got very hot. It felt like there was a nuclear explosion going off at the entrance to Janine's womb. The cum shot out of me like a geyser, straight into the most fertile part of her sucking, throbbing, needful pussy. Janine shrieked with pleasure as her orgasm started about ten seconds after mine, and she dug her nails into my shoulder as her body convulsed against me. 

Janine continued to cling to me as our breathing slowly recovered. I lifted my face up to kiss her lips again but she didn't respond. I gently laid her back down on the couch and backed my slickened cock out of her. I staggered back from her ravaged body, suddenly feeling weak. I could see she had immediately gone into some sort of half-sleep, but she wasn't suffering from whatever comedown I was experiencing. Conversely, Janine's face radiated contentment, her angelic features slackened with inner pleasure and a sly little smile on the corner of her mouth. 

Despite having just had a coffee, I felt a strong thirst wash over me. I quickly put my clothes on, locked her door behind me and went home for a drink and some thought. One thing kept going through my addled brain.

So the old man hadn't sold me a lemon after all!

Spanish Seed Ch. 02



Chapter 2: One Chance Only

After my amazing experience with my neighbor Janine, I went back to my house, took a long draught of water out of the bathroom tap, and checked myself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary there, apart from an understandable reddening of the face after what had just happened. I stripped and couldn't find any rashes. I touched my neck, and the thin layer of residue left on my finger smelled strongly of lilac, although it was mixed this time with an earthier, gamier scent as well as the sweat of sex. As far as I could tell, this secretion was coming from one of the glands at the base of my skull. I could feel one of the glands had swollen a little on both sides of the neck.

Heck, I thought, if this was the worst of the side effects, bring it on! I showered and planned my next move.

* * *

Life went back to normal in the next few days, apart from another chance meeting with Janine after classes one day. She seemed perfectly normal in her behavior, and didn't flirt with me. From the way she looked at and acted with me, it didn't seem that she had forgotten our fling, but she was making it clear that she wasn't interested in me beyond that. 

I was fine with that. I don't even remember thinking about how unsafe the sex had been, but I assumed she had control over that and left it at that. What can I say to defend myself... I was only 20 years old? Yes, that excuse may wear a little thin as I tell my story, but you know about that movie about men who are young and full of cum? The middle bit of that title is true too.

* * *

My next opportunity came at university, in between classes. Being a journalism student, I had a lot of female classmates, several of whom were obviously grooming themselves to glamorous television careers. And then you had the girls in the J-school who were the products of upper class educations and had the smarts and upbringing to succeed in the higher echelons of journalism, the major newspapers and prestigious professional publications. Me, I was probably destined to work at some minor online operation, slaving away over voluminous amounts of bad copy for little pay. Or at least, that was the attitude I sometimes got when I looked at some of these girls.

That's not to say I was one of those weirdoes who stares at girls and creeps them out. Don't let me give you the wrong impression. If I was thinking any of this stuff, I was careful to keep it all inside, and not verbalize any of it to anyone. I talked to a good many of these girls, and would consider myself on friendly terms with many of them. I was a normal guy.

Just a little bit of a loser, that's all.

So when I saw my classmate Mei in one of the student rooms on the fourth floor of the faculty building, lounging by herself reading a newspaper with a soft drink can in one hand, I saw my chance. Mei was of Chinese descent but a localized accent, with straight black bangs that hung down to her collarbone and a thin, short body. She liked wearing conservative clothing like the thick woolen sweater with jacket and business-style pants she had on today, reflecting her professional good girl image. As a result, she never showed off her body, so it was hard to tell how fit or otherwise she was -- apart from an obviously tight little ass. She was as capable a writer as anyone in my year, though her interpersonal skills weren't as polished as those who were angling for a job in front of a camera. I liked Mei, and teased her occasionally in relaxed social situations about this or that. She enjoyed a laugh but as with many of her female classmates, university was about one thing: getting herself ready for a job in journalism, no dalliances or complications.

As I sidled up next to her and asked her what she was reading, I was curious about how Mei would react to the white seed I surreptitiously dropped into her open soft drink can. 

"Oh, just politics. Same old stuff, do they ever get tired of reporting what goes on in the capital city?" she said absently, taking a mouthful of fizzy drink. The can looked half empty, so it looked like I needed a bit of small talk.

"So I suppose you would do it differently if you were a journo at one of these rags, Mei?" I asked. "You'd mix it up a little, put the Mei stamp on it, make it your own Mei-spaper?"

She half turned her head and regarded me through hooded eyelids, knowing from the tone of my voice that I was teasing her again. "Yes, yes I would. And I'd do a better damn job than you, Mister Big Shot." Her grin belied any aggression in her attitude.

We chatted for a while about the newspaper she was holding, discussing the various political journalists and then talking about the layout of the page. I took the opportunity to lean over her shoulder and point at one part of the newspaper at one point, and immediately I could see her demeanor change as she caught a noseful of the lilac scent from my neck, which I could feel had started secreting tiny amounts of the strong-smelling resinous liquid. From the prim and proper Mei, she slowly relaxed her muscles and opened up her body language to do something I had never seen her do with anyone in my course. She started flirting with me. First it was just a hand on the shoulder for a fleeting second, and then as I kept teasing her she pushed me in the chest, the tips of her fingers lingering down to my abdomen as she pulled them away. Such invasions of personal space were not like Mei at all.

I was happy to see Mei react in this way, of course, but I was a little puzzled. Where were the stomach cramps and palpitations that Janine had? Mei seemed to be feeling no physical discomfort that I could see. As we kept chatting, however, Mei did start to get agitated, and fell quiet with an inscrutable look on her face.

"What's wrong Mei?" I asked, wondering how her reaction was going to manifest itself differently to that of Janine. 

"Nothing's wrong, exactly," she said slowly, looking at me intently. She lifted one eyebrow, obviously thinking about something, then frowned. She looked at her hands, one of which was shaking slightly. I took her hand in mine, and closed the other one over it to stop it shaking.

"You're freaking me out now M..."

"Shut up. Let me think," she said, not taking her hand away. Her voice was not soft, but she wasn't seriously rebuking me either. She continued to stare at me, then closed her eyes and opened them again.

"Right. Come with me," she said, stood up and led me by the hands I still had clasped over of hers out of the room.

"Where are we going?" I asked, almost running behind her as she strode out into the corridor of the faculty building.

"You... don't... speak..." she said through gritted teeth. We saw a few students at the other end of the corridor and she took a quick right towards the stairwell, usually only used for fires since our building had perfectly good lifts. The corridor leading to the stairwell also had a connecting door to the toilets on this floor, though, and she dragged me through the door marked with a stylized human figure in a skirt. Before I could protest, she yanked my arm and pulled me into a toilet cubicle, sitting me down on a covered toilet seat as she shut the door and stood in front of it.

I looked back up at a clearly distressed Mei, hyperventilating and seemingly furious with me.

"Okay. Right. Okay." Having cornered me and sealed off my escape, Mei didn't look like she knew what she was going to do with me. With a big breath, though, she composed herself slightly. "You... obviously want me. Well, I'm going to give you one chance. One chance only. Drop your pants."

When I didn't immediately comply, not having to try hard to maintain a slack-jawed expression of awe, she cocked her fist as if to strike me. I threw my hands up in self defense, signaling my defeat, and started fumbling with my belt buckle. While I was kicking off my jeans and shoes, she had already started taking off her own clothes, at least retaining the presence of mind to hang them up on the peg on the inside of the cubicle door. She took off her jacket and pants, then her dark burgundy lace panties with the telltale damp patch on the front sticking to her as she peeled it off. I was right, she did have an extremely round and tight little ass, not an ounce of cellulite or a blemish on it, with scrumptiously rounded ass cheeks. I marveled at the gap between her legs I could see from behind. Her thick thatch of jet black pubic hair was already slicked down with her juices, revealing patches of fat purple labia, glistening with excitement. She left her wool sweater on, strangely.

Her eyes were drawn to my cock as I got myself naked. I wasn't all the way hard, but Mei sank to her knees in front of me and wrapped her hands around the shaft, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth. She obviously had zero experience at that sort of thing, as she was doing more twisting than rubbing with her hands, but her soft lips and darting tongue on the cockhead were enough to get me all the way up to maximum hardness. She took her head away and I got my first look at my own penis under this sort of pressure: sure enough, my feeling that the head was larger than it ever got during my own masturbation was proven by visual evidence, as it was slightly out of proportion to the shaft, like a mushroom about to fall over due to top heaviness. Mei noticed it too, because a slight look of apprehension crossed her face before she turned around.

Mei reached between her legs, between which I could see her dripping wet pussy lips and the tiny hole between them, and grasped my pole. She backed her body down onto mine, and placed my cock at the entrance to her steaming hot cunt. She was obviously worried about the size of my cockhead as she balanced herself, and sure enough, despite her obvious wetness, she hesitated with my cock lodged at her opening. Her body was shaking, and she started sobbing quietly.

"Mei, stand up," I said softly. I got up, took her arms and placed them on the cubicle door, and stood her straight, my cock still touching her privates. Then, taking her hip in one hand and reaching around with my other hand to the front of her pussy, I slowly pushed my throbbing prick ever so slowly up into her tight cunt. I kissed her neck, which smelled strongly of lilac mixed in with a little bit of sandalwood, and she whimpered as she felt me push ever so gently inside her. Fuck, I thought, she is a tight fit. I moved my fingers around to play with her clit, and she leaned her head back to kiss me. I put my hands underneath her sweater and pulled up quickly, hooking my fingers under her bra as well and pulling the entire top half of her clothing off at once. She only had a handful of breast on either side, but they felt silky to the touch. With my cock still only a part way into her tight hole, I took her small nipples between the fingers of each hand and kneaded them.

Mei shifted her weight, and I thrust just a little bit further inside her pussy until I felt a barrier. Mei was a virgin! I kissed her hard and she kissed me back with great fervor, both of us knowing what was about to happen. I grabbed her hips, rocked back and slowly forced my prick through her hymen, rolling my tongue around hers in a long kiss, with Mei's breaths growing ragged and then slowing down again as the walls of her cunt expanded to handle the girth of my large cockhead.

I broke our kiss and nuzzled her neck, my cock standing up inside her pussy with my hands occupied holding onto her tits and manipulating her clit. She rolled her head back and sniffed at me, and her slackened body immediately stiffened up. She found her feet again and started working her hips back and forth, pushing me in and out of her. She wasn't working her muscles to milk my prick like Janine did, but the tightness of her cunt walls was more than enough to make the experience gloriously intense for me. I held her body gently as I timed my slow thrusting to go with her gyrating hips. The door of the cubicle rattled as the weight of our bodies pushed against it.

Just as Mei began moaning, someone pushed through the main door of the toilet! Mei showed no signs of wanting me to stop and her moaning only increased, so I could only listen blindly through the cubicle door as the invader stopped in the middle of the room. 

"Whoever you are, you guys are disgusting," was the only comment the girl made before she turned on her heel with an audible huff and stormed back out of the toilet. I almost slowed down as I realized I recognized that voice -- it was another of my classmates, a girl called Penny, who was Mei's best friend! I could only hope that she didn't guess who the grunting sex kitten on the end of my cock was. To reinforce the point, Mei reached back and grabbed my hip, and told me to go faster.

I hadn't lost any of my excitement, and I needed no encouragement to increase the pace of my thrusts. Mei's wet pussy was still tight around my engorged cockhead, and I decided to focus completely on her body while I could still experience it. The skin on her back was flawless apart from a few scattered moles. She didn't have much fat on her at all, but I could tell she didn't play sport as her muscle definitions weren't noticeable either. What a beautiful looking girl, I thought, as I held her in my arms. I reached my head over and sought her thin little lips again, and quickened my tempo. Mei groaned into our kiss as she steadied herself against the door, which rattled louder and louder as I pumped my hips up into her ass cheeks, faster and faster. I could feel the head of my cock spreading out the walls of her cunt as I thrust in, and her cunt closing around it as it pushed all the way in. Mei's grunts got higher in pitch until they turned into little yips. I could feel my load swelling up at the base of my prick, and as it shot up into her constricting little pussy I held my cock as far as I could push into her, with Mei's cries of pleasure finally spilling out into a full-throated yell. Again, it seemed like my orgasm brought hers on only a handful of seconds afterwards, as with Janine, and Mei broke down sobbing with her cheek flush against the cubicle door as I held up her shaking body.

I kissed Mei's neck and cheek in as delicate a manner as I could muster. She was lost in her own emotions, her eyes screwed shut as she panted her way down from her high. I disengaged my cock from her pussy but I didn't see my cum dripping down her legs, only her own juices. I stepped back and looked between her legs, where I could see her vaginal lips pressed firmly together between the reddened cheeks of her ass, only a few droplets of my cum seeping out. 

I quickly pulled my clothes back on and carefully led Mei away from the door to sit on the toilet seat, her eyes still downcast and her breathing heavy with exertion and emotion. I finished buckling my belt and knelt down in front of her.

"Are you going to be all right?" I asked, lifting her chin with my finger so I could look her in the eye. She focused her gaze with an effort, and nodded wordlessly. She smiled at me weakly, but the little grin was gone as soon as it appeared. "I shouldn't be in here, I should go," I said, waiting to see what she would do. She did not react. I backed out of the cubicle, waiting for Mei to say something, but she would not.

I peeped my head out of the female toilets and heard giggling girlish voices around the corner of the corridor. I ducked down the stairs to make my getaway, leaving Mei to fend for herself. On my way to the cafeteria for some much needed rehydration, my mind was racing with questions. Why did Mei react differently to Janine? Were these seeds really safe? Who would I feed one to next?



Spanish Seed Ch. 03



Chapter 3: A Healthy One

I stared at the steaming mug of coffee on the table beside me. I had barely seconds to drop in the little white seed from out of its packet in my wallet into the rapidly cooling drink before the doctor came back from whatever it was she was doing at the front desk. I had come to this clinic to get a perfectly normal medical check up to see if this black seed I swallowed was doing anything strange to my body beyond the smell of lilac around my neck region, which had increased during my encounters with Janine and Mei. But the doctor at this clinic, which I had never been to before, was a woman. She had asked if I wanted a male to do my physical but I declined, not thinking much of it. I had been more concerned about my own wellbeing than gender politics in the workplace.

The doctor, who had introduced herself as Helen, was a slim, raven-haired woman in her late 20s or early 30s, as far as I could tell. Her hair was tied up in a bun at the back, which focused attention on her pale white skin and faded hazel eyes, which had a touch of blue in them. Helen had a thin, straight nose and liked to wear bright red lipstick. Her clothing was professional, as you'd expect, under her usual white coat, with dark pants and a loose buttoned blouse. I had appreciated the taper of the nape of her neck, unbroken by freckles, as she went through the usual checklist of medical history with me, checked my blood pressure and took a blood sample. Her manner was easygoing and friendly, and I liked her instantly. Thus when the secretary called her away to check on some patient records, leaving me sitting at her desk with her coffee cup already half-drunk, I was torn on whether to possibly ruin my medical examination for the sake of another conquest.

Who was I kidding, I was 20 years old! Of course I popped the seed in the coffee!

I was rewarded by seeing Helen drain her cup after she returned and shut the door, as she told me to go behind the nearby screen and strip down to just my underwear while she completed yet more paperwork. I came back out wearing just my briefs, and sat on the uncomfortably high bed.

Helen began with reflex tests, which I passed with flying colors, and listened at my chest with a stethoscope as I breathed and then coughed. She didn't even raise an eyebrow at anything my body was telling her, so my worries gradually drained away as she went through the rest of the routine check-up.

"You seem to be in perfect health to me, I don't know why you even came in here," she said with a smile. "Is there anything at all bothering you at the moment?"

"Well," I said, "there is one thing. My glands have been a bit swollen lately. I have only just started having sex, you see."

"Aha!" she said, grinning at me. "I knew there must be something. Let me see."

I leaned my neck out for her to inspect. Helen got in close and used to fingers to probe the skin under my skull, instantly finding the raised nubbins of my glands. She looked at her fingers where a little bit of the usual resinous material had stuck, and sniffed it.

"Hmm. Have you been having any unusual things happen during sex, like discharges or pain?"

"No, nothing like that," I said, truthfully.

"That is a strange odor," she said quietly, almost to herself. "Perhaps we had better get a full look at you. Take your bottoms off."

"Okay, you're the doc," I said, lifting one cheek then the other to pull my briefs down onto the floor. I sat on the sterile doctor's bed with my penis already half erect. Helen dragged a stool over to sit in front of my crotch and took a delicate grip of me, holding daintily with just two or three fingertips touching as she manipulated my cock to look at all sides of it. Her fingers were warm and a little damp. She left the back of her left index finger holding my penis up as her right lifted my ballsack. 

"Does this hurt?" she asked, squeezing first my right and then left ball with a firm but gentle pressure. I looked down at her and murmured no, noticing that her cheeks had developed a little red ruddiness over each cheekbone. She kept her small mouth open as she examined me, her ruby lips forming a moue of concentration. My cock was now fully at attention, the oversized head throbbing slightly with every heartbeat as the blood flowed into it.

She glanced up at me and noticed me looking, and smiled. "Don't be embarrassed, it happens all the time. Looks like a healthy one, I guess!" She cocked her eyebrow at my crotch as she said this, her voice playful.

"Is it normal, doc," I asked as she dropped my scrotum and placed her hands on my thighs, my cock level with her eyes, "for the head of my penis to be so large like that relative to the shaft when I'm erect?" Her gaze went from my head back down to my cock.

"It's a little bigger than normal, but that's nothing to be worried about," she said. Almost as if it was involuntary, her right hand came back up and snaked around my prick around the shaft, just under the head. I gasped slightly at this, but she didn't seem to notice, her eyes fixed on my crotch. She spoke without lifting her eyes. "The vagina is supposed to stretch to fit around any size penis, you see, including the head." She lifted her hand and held it above my cock with her index finger and thumb in an O shape, then brought it down around my cock head to demonstrate. Her fingers rubbed down my penis, touching the pool of pre-cum that had formed at the crown and smearing it down the shaft. "The vagina expands and contracts around your penis no matter what it's shaped like," she said dreamily. I caught a whiff of my own scent wafting up, and sure enough the lilac aroma was emanating strongly from my crotch, with Helen getting it full blast sitting on her stool.

After a few seconds, I saw Helen still hadn't taken her hands off the base of my cock. To stop her realizing what she was doing, I quickly said, "Look at my glands, I think they are getting more swollen."

Helen stood up from the stool and, with her right hand still wrapped around my prick, bent over to look at my neck. This time she breathed in through her nose and gave out an almost imperceptible whimper as her final defenses broke down. Helen bowed her head and drew in some deep breaths, evidently trying to calm herself. It didn't do much good with so much of the lilac scent wafting around her, but to her credit, she lifted her eyes and held my gaze with a calm expression. 

"Which glans was it you were referring to?" she murmured, raising an eyebrow in amusement. As I grinned, she loosened her grip on my penis, sat down and put her hands in her lap. She regarded me for a quiet moment, rather as one may regard a caged beast (or so my youthful mind imagined). "Now then, just sit still for a second while I get something for that."

Helen got up from the stool again and went to her desk behind me, still hyperventilating, but out of my sight now as her desk was behind my head. She rummaged through her drawers and brought something out. I heard a bottle cap being unscrewed.

"I'm just going to give you something," she said, and that was the last thing I remember for a while.

* * *

I woke up in a most peculiar state. I had been dreaming about a huge purple tree, laden with heavy fruit and large fronds, like a banana tree crossed with a banyan but painted by someone on acid. I became aware that I was still naked, and then that I was on the same examination table as before, but lying down now. I took the chance of opening my eyes a little and saw Helen with her back to me, struggling with her pants. A small bottle of liquid was sitting on the tray next to her, along with a damp cotton ball. I sniffed the air carefully and quietly, and detected another fragrance among the lilac, this time more sickly sweet and cloying. 

I may have only been a twenty-year-old kid at the time, but I was at least smart enough to put two and two together. Helen had drugged ME! And now she was fiddling with her clothes... did she just get done with having her way with me? Why was I awake? I had only a slight headache, for which I was thankful, but I could only guess in my addled state that Helen hadn't used the chloroform, or whatever it was, for enough time to put me out for longer. Or possibly the chemicals released into my body by the seeds were interfering with whatever the other drug did to my brain, I didn't know. Maybe Helen had given me smelling salts to wake me up, post coitus?

But no, as my mind was racing, the tinkling of Helen's belt buckle drew my attention again as her pants hit the floor. They were followed quickly by her underwear, which pooled around her bare ankles. I sensed that apart from where Helen had rubbed my pre-cum over my shaft, it was otherwise dry. I had woken up just in time to be ravaged by a beautiful doctor in her own office on her own examination table! Exactly who was taking advantage of whom was a question for another time. Through the narrowed slits of my eyelids, I caught a glimpse of Helen bending over, her shapely rump jutting out, her long legs slightly apart, and a secluded but luscious view from behind of the lips of her pussy, already engorged and excited.

As Helen turned around I shut my eyes and played dead, or at least played unconscious. I heard Helen undoing the buttons on her blouse, one by one, and letting it fall to the floor beside her other clothes. Then she undid her bra, shucked it off and walked over to the table. She wasted no time in putting one hand on the other side of my body and lifting herself on top of me. Helen wrapped her other hand around my hard cock and guided it straight into her cunt, which welcomed the sudden invasion with a generous release of her hot juices onto my groin. She placed her other hand by my shoulder and started rocking herself on my body, her nipples scraping up and down my chest. Her pussy was slick but pressed hard on my cock, her cunt muscles forming a ring which slowly but surely demanded a joyful climax. For my part, it was all I could do to maintain my silent act, willing my body to relax in the face of massively arousing stimulation.

Helen's breathing got a little more ragged, and she dropped down on her elbows. Her hips moved in a longer and higher motion, pushing my prick deeper into her pussy. She laid her head down beside mine and panted quietly into my left ear. I opened my eyes and saw her left ear bobbing back and forth in my vision as she rode me. The scent of lilac dominated the air, not surprising as our noses were both near each others' necks. Helen's breasts were now flattened against my chest as her butt rose again and again, her cunt sucking at my boiling cock, dragging the life out of it bit by bit.

Eventually, it seemed, that position wasn't doing it for her. Helen pushed herself back up and placed her hands on my shoulders, pivoting herself for maximum friction where our bodies met, and settled herself in for the big one. Now it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep myself from moving. She had hit on the perfect angle with which to ram her pussy up and down my shaft, her juices flowing freely all over my groin and legs, providing both of us with a pleasure that surely she couldn't expect me to stay asleep for. Wave after wave of intense sensation crashed against my perceptions, battering my mental defenses. I tried gritting my teeth, but it was no good. I had to hold her.

"D-d-doctor?" I said tentatively, slowly opening my eyes, and letting my emotions come through my voice in trepidation and alarm. Helen's face was instantly overcome with shock. We stared at each other for a long second, and her movements above me ceased, her hands still braced against my shoulders. I could see all sorts of thoughts crossing her mind as to what could happen to her if it got out that she had drugged one of her own patients for nefarious purposes. I shifted my own expression from one of wide-eyed surprise through to guileless wonderment - I didn't have to try very hard to fake that last one, given the turn of events in the last ten minutes! 

I brought my hands up past her legs to her sweat-slicked hips and gripped her waist, caressing the blushing skin. As Helen's eyes slowly followed my movements, I rolled my fingers over droplets of sweat on her torso, rubbing the saltwater back into her alabaster skin. I ran my hands up over her heaving breasts, gently flicking her hardened nipples with my thumbs. I reached up with my right hand and cupped her chin, purposely not meeting her eyes but keeping my expression calm. Finally, I grasped her arms and lifted them off my shoulders, and then in one movement I lifted and flipped her onto her back, my cock still standing up straight and hard inside her pussy.

Our eyes met once again, and this time there was only lust. I kissed her on the mouth as I pumped my own hips into her, eliciting tiny grunts and then small groans and then louder yelps as I quickened the pace, forcing my prick up into the depths of her sopping wet cunt. Helen wrapped her legs around my ass as I fucked her hard on her own examination table, building my thrusts up so strong that the bottle on the metal tray next to the table started jiggling. I looked up at the wall and saw her medical degrees hung above her desk, which made me grin back down at her. The bottle rolled on its side and off the tray, smashing into a hundred shards, but neither of us missed a beat. The smell of the bottled drug wafted up through the air. I brushed her hair back from her face and looked back down our bodies between the valley of her breasts to where my cock was disappearing into her body. As the chloroform vapors mingled with the lilac mist in the air, time seemed to slow down a little, letting me savor the feelings that our forbidden fucking were bubbling up in my chemical-addled brain. I looked into her eyes again and felt a hotness in my balls. I leant down for a final kiss and held myself inside this intelligent, trim, surprising, sexy and devious woman... and then my prick erupted into her waiting cunt with a series of explosions of heat and sensation. We both gasped for air in the cloying atmosphere, our bodies intertwined as close as we could get to each other, smiling into the kiss and then laughing with the thrill of it.

I stroked the jet black hair above her temple as we both came down from our highs. Our breathing gradually got back to normal, and our eyes met again, this time with something like a sense of rational thought behind them. My gaze flicked to the door of the office.

"Don't worry," she said, "it's soundproofed." I grinned and grunted my relief. Another look at her, knowing the moment was over, led me to disengage from her flushed body, unwrapping her legs from around me and extricating myself from between her thighs. With no further words we stepped off the examination table, around the shattered glass of the bottle on the floor and retired to either corner of the office where we dressed ourselves. Once she was fully clothed, Helen sat down at her desk and filled out some paperwork. 

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you, to be honest," she said, looking up. "Notwithstanding the little turn you had there, which was understandable given the stimulation you were receiving from my examination, there's no need for ongoing treatment." 

Stimulation? Examination? Surely she was joking with me? The look she was giving me was very serious, though, so I didn't know whether I should keep a straight face. Was she talking about my actual health or just telling me indirectly that she didn't want me back in her clinic? After thinking about it for a second, I decided that discretion was the better part of valor.

"Righto, you're the doctor," I said, and copped a thin-lipped smile that clearly told me that the examination was over. The whiff of the spilled chloroform was getting almost overpowering now, crowding out the smells of our recent lovemaking. I turned on my heel and walked out the door, and was almost through the waiting room and out the door when I heard her voice from the open doorway to her office.

"Bernice," she said to the receptionist tapping away on her keyboard at the front desk, "please hold my appointments for 15 minutes. There's been a bit of an accident with the last patient."

I strode into the late afternoon sunshine outside the clinic with as many questions about my condition as when I had gone in.



Spanish Seed Ch. 04



Chapter 4: The Zipless Fuck

Tantalising new vistas of possibility opened up before me that evening. I stood in the kitchen of the house I shared with two women my age, staring at two chili con carne meals that one of my housemates had just cooked. The lightly steaming stews, with glasses of Coke alongside, almost beckoned me closer by just sitting there. One meal was for Gwen, tonight's cook, who had turned her back to me and was bent over in the fridge, rummaging for seasoning of some description. The other was for our other flatmate Trish - I had dined out earlier in the evening. 

I had only a second or three while Gwen was busy spelunking for condiments. My hand had instantly gone to the clear plastic packet in my pocket containing two white seeds which I always carried around with me, but had only rarely got a chance to use. And never two at once! It had been many weeks since my doctor's visit, and since I hadn't gotten any answers, I figured the only way I was going to learn was further field testing. You can knock that argument down fairly easily, of course, because in retrospect it does seem rather flimsy, but it made sense to my 20-year-old brain at the time, flooded as it was with hormones both natural and sometimes unnatural.

Involving my housemates in this ongoing experiment hadn't been my plan, but it was surprisingly hard to find safe opportunities to slip my unique brand of Mickey Finns into random girls' drinks in any sort of social situation. Not that either of my housemates was unattractive. Gwen was a thin, statuesque blonde with a kind face and a heart to match. I had originally pursued her in the workplace when she was a co-worker in a previous part-time job but it hadn't gone anywhere. We remained good friends, and it was we two who had set up the share house together. She had still wanted to be the sort of friend who gave regular hugs, but I had declined once we moved in, in the interests of smoother household relations - which was my way of preventing myself developing stronger feelings for her. We found Trish through Craigslist, as you do. She worked in some agricultural job and had a country background, and was the sort of tall, well-built, handsome woman who you could imagine best on horseback doing dressage or showjumping, her dark brunette bob haircut bobbing along. Her strong, toned ass certainly looked good in the khaki-coloured cotton tracksuit pants she wore around the house, though apart from teasing her that she was wearing jodhpurs, again I kept things on a professional level.

Which is why I hesitated a little with my fingers on the packet inside my shirt. Would I be jeopardising what had turned into a friendly, stable household by ruining it with meaningless sex? I didn't have long to think about it, and I guess my lizard brain reflex took over, as out came the packet and in went my fingers to fish out not one but two seeds. I had enough rational thought processes left to make a split second decision over whether to drop the seed in their drinks or the meal. Any lingering doubt I had was squashed by the choice to drop them into the meals. I didn't know whether the little seeds would survive the mastication process, or even whether they had to pass whole into the stomach to release their chemical cocktails into the bloodstream that caused the aphrodisiac effect. The possibility that it wouldn't work at all was what allowed my conflicted conscience to finish the job by pushing one seed each into the middle of each meal, covering them with a flick of the finger and quickly sucking off the incriminating sauce.

Gwen turned around, oblivious to my crime, and continued the small talk we had been exchanging all the way through. She eventually took both plates and went up the stairs next to the kitchen, which is where both hers and Trish's bedrooms were. I retrieved a beer from the fridge and retired to my own bedroom, which was by the front door (I was the "watchdog", we had joked).

I sat on the bed, shaking a little. My previous conquests using this curious herbal weapon had been with strangers or acquaintances, in encounters that could be shrugged off or ignored as casual flings. This time I may have bitten off more than I could chew... or that my housemates could chew.

* * *

After I had finished my beer, I wandered back through the kitchen to bin my bottle. The noise from the stairwell told me that the TV was on in the lounge room upstairs... ours was a long, thin two-story house. I stood again in the kitchen and looked up at the faintly flickering lights reflected on the far wall of the stairwell. Yep, I thought to myself, time to go see if this worked.

I walked up the steps slowly. I could hear some girly TV show on, but I also picked up someone moving about on the couch. I reached the top of the stairs and saw it was Trish, illuminated in the darkness only by the glow of the screen, who had a guilty look on her face and a posture sitting on the far end of the three-person couch that was so straight that she must have just sat up from lying on it full-length. 

I could smell a faint waft of the familiar lilac aroma. There was an answer to that question.

"What's on?" I asked, jumping past the landing and sitting on the near end of the couch. Trish didn't answer immediately, so I asked the name of the show. She remained silent, one arm balanced on the arm of the couch with her knuckle supporting her head, the other holding a cushion across her lap. We watched for a while until it became obvious what we were watching, though she started drumming her fingers softly on the cushion. The episode was about an urbanised woman frustrated in her romantic life, as were a lot of the shows Trish watched. Trish didn't talk much about that side of her life, especially not to me, but I had gathered from Gwen that she had been single for a while now, throwing herself into work.

Eventually I couldn't help but notice that she was staring at me, not the TV, still strumming away with her fingers on the cushion. Sheepishly, I darted my eyes to her and returned her gaze. "You know," she started, with more than a hint of annoyance in her tone. "You know, those shows aren't wrong. It's pretty tough for women in the city right now."

I could only grunt quietly.

"No I mean it, all that stuff about jobs and relationships, and how you can't have both at the same time, it's true to life isn't it? There's a seed of truth in all of those things."

The corner of my mouth twitched at her choice of words, but I nodded my head in support.

"I mean, look at me, I do alright in my job, but it's tough, you know?" She looked at me accusingly, as if I was acting as bouncer at the front door on a Saturday night, refusing entry to boys that she didn't bring home in the first place. "It's tough. To have it all."

Trish continued glaring at me, and began to pant ever so slightly, which was way out of character for a girl who kept so prim and proper like the well-raised country girl that she was. I tried to keep my demeanour as passive as possible, as the smell of lilac grew stronger. Trish directed her laser-like stare back at the TV, which by now was blaring away ads.

"Have you ever wondered why it is that single people don't have more sex when they want it? I mean, it's like people are so constricted by these social mores that they can't even help each other out when they're suffering. It should be just like scratching an itch, or getting a massage to relieve stress, shouldn't it? It's just silly, what the fuck was feminism for if you can't be empowered like that."

Trish was now visibly angered, spitting out her attacks at that TV. I ventured a short response.

"You mean like a zipless fuck?"

"Yes, that's exactly it!" she exclaimed, looking back at me with widened eyes and pointing finger. "The zipless fuck. That woman, what's her name, had it right. Women should be able to control their own sexuality and not have to bow to society's idea of what they should do with their bodies."

Trish was banging her fist on the arm of the couch at this point, driving home her arguments.

"I mean, like, if I've got a need, you know, a need for something quick and pleasurable, well, fuck me I deserve it! Do you know what I'm saying? If I've got a wet pussy and you're got a hard cock, there shouldn't be any other complications!"

Even by the sickly glimmer of the television I could see she was getting red in the face, as she slammed her fist into the couch to the beat of her diatribe. Her bug-eyed stare flickered downwards to my groin.

"Um, sure, I couldn't agree more. It is very silly," I stammered, spooked by the sudden assault. The scent of lilac was now almost overpowering.

"Yeah, I mean it's not as if we've got anything in common or we're in love or anything, but that shouldn't matter, because it wouldn't mean anything, would it? It would just be two people... helping each other out."

I couldn't meet her gaze now, as she was babbling almost without control. I saw out of the corner of my eye she had raised herself up on the knees of her usual "jodhpurs" and was leaning forward.

"So how about it?" she said quietly right next to my ear, and immediately snuck one hand under the waistband of my own tracksuit pants around my cock, which had already betrayed me by growing rock hard in close proximity to the lilac onslaught. "Ahhh, so you're up for it, are you?" Trish was triumphant now, revelling in her power with my dick in her hand and my face turned away. I turned my head and looked at her, not having to conceal my surprise at how she had turned the tables in this encounter. "C'mon, it'll be fun. Gwen's room is at the other end of the house and mine is in between, she won't hear a thing." Her tone shifted instantly to a light, playful wheedle. "Look, neither of us have zips! Come here."

She pulled me by my own penis up to the middle of the couch on my knees, facing the far end. She shuffled in front of me facing away on her knees with her legs either side of mine, pulled her jodhpurs and panties down in one motion and exposed her smooth, tight ass to me. Oh Lord, it was by far the best part of her body, and it was a sight to behold. The flawless complexion on her face extended all the way down, apart from a couple of small moles I could pick out in the flickering twilight. My senses were overwhelmed, however, by a blast of the humid air emanating up from her pussy, which acted like snuff powder to my hormone-drenched system. She reached behind, grasped hold of my penis again, and guided it into her incredibly wet and hairy pussy.

Trish let out a happy sigh and rested her hands on the arm of the couch. I put my hands on her hips and started sliding them up under her sweatshirt to reach her breasts, but she slapped them away. "This is just a fuck, remember," she said. Okay, I thought, and settled my grip back down on the curves of her full hips. 

We both started pushing against each other in a syncopated rhythm. The bulbous head of my cock never left the tight sheath of her cunt, and it explored further and further towards her cervix with each thrust. Her pussy dripped down both her legs and mine, lubricating our violent acts. I could feel that her pussy was quite hairy, though I could only imagine the thatch of dark curls that were adding to the sensations on my prick and balls as I sawed in and out. 

Her cunt was wet and soft, putting out a coal-fired furnace of heat. Trish must have been up here fingering herself before I got up here to be so worked up, I thought. The muscles of her pussy worked up and down my shaft as she rammed her hips back at me, trying to draw the living strength out of my prick with insistent pressures. Between the crack of her ass, I could see her pussy lips stretched out over my shaft on every back stroke, grasping as if it never wanted to be out of contact.

The cheeks of her tight butt, which had a lot of muscle but also a pleasing covering of fat, jiggled in response as my hips crashed into them time and time again. A drop of sweat off my brow dropped onto her right ass cheek. I reached up to my forehead, wetted a thumb and placed my hand near her puckering anus but Trish grunted dangerously, so I put it back on her hip. I looked up at her, short hair flying everywhere, her sweatshirt starting to stick to her body with the exertion.

Our combined motions started dragging the couch along the carpet on its legs, making a squeaking noise that would be pretty hard to mistake by Gwen, even at the other end of the house. Trish reached back and stopped my thrusting. "On the carpet," she gasped.

I withdrew and we both stood up off the couch. We looked at each other in the half-light coming from the television, waited a moment for the other to lie down, and our eyes met. The unhinged look in Trish's eye told me all I needed to know. I was the one who lay down on the carpet, and she immediately got on top and reinserted me.

Now came the real fuck. Trish laid her hands on either shoulder, her knees outside my hips and worked those toned gluteal muscles back and forth, back and forth on my cock. It was all I could do to keep myself stable on the carpet as her thrusts above me became manic, frenzied and wild. Her butt danced over my upstanding prick to push me deep into her pussy, hitting all of the depths of her cuntal walls, and settling on what I could only assume was an angle that rubbed against her G-spot. What had before been only quiet sighs now grew into yelps she was unable to bite down on. She gritted her teeth above me and rode me to the point of pain and beyond, bruising each other on our pelvic bones. All we could concentrate on was the itches in our groins that could only be sated by the release that we were so striving for. The constant friction of the ring of her pussy rubbing up and down on the shaft of my prick became so fast that it turned into a blur, a single tube of pleasure covering the length of me. 

I could feel my balls boiling but it was Trish who came first, crying out with pent-up frustration and sensation at the height of her passion. I peered up at her through the gloom and saw the shocked expression on her slack-jawed face, lost in her surrender to the physicality of the moment. I looked down to see her sweatshirt balled up over her breasts, her hard nipples poking through the sweat-covered material, her taut stomach twisting and heaving with her panting breaths. I shoved my hips up one last time and looked down to her pussy, where a dark jungle of hair was mixing with my own matted curls. I went over the edge, pumping her pussy full of cum that I had saved up for weeks. She was nearly oblivious as the over-large head of my cock pulsed inside her and spat out gob after gob of sticky fluid.

Trish still hadn't closed her mouth as she finally looked down at me and spoke in a whisper, her breathing gradually slowing. "Now that's a good zipless fuck."

I wasn't going to argue.

* * *

After Tricia let me up with no more communication than a firm push on my shoulder before stalking off to her room, I took my things, descended the stairs, and took a left turn through the kitchen to the bathroom in the back. I needed a shower. I washed the juices of lovemaking off my body, put on my dressing gown that was hanging on the rack, collected my soiled clothes and padded back through the house to my room. After putting my clothes in my hamper, I went back out the hallway and looked up at the front staircase. (Just to explain, there were two sets of stairs, one at the back by the kitchen leading up to Tricia's room and the lounge room, and one at the front by my bedroom door which led up to doors to both of the girls' bedrooms.)

I stood there for a minute in the darkness of the hallway, listening. I thought back to the moment I had slipped the white seed into Gwen's chili con carne. Sure, it looked much the same as a chili pepper seed or a particularly small bean, especially when tainted with the red sauce, so I didn't have any fears about being found out. Did Gwen bite down on it while eating, though, ruining whatever the little pod did inside a girl's stomach to cause her to act so passionately? Or didn't that matter? I knew the seed had survived suspension in scalding hot coffee and done its work on the doctor, so temperature wasn't a concern. Was it one of those seed pods with scores of smaller seeds inside it, like a corn husk? I hadn't gathered the courage to dissect one yet. Or was it like a potato, growing and transforming as a tuber via what was called "vegetative reproduction"?

My agricultural theorisations were interrupted by a small sound from the top of the stairs. It was the sound of sobbing! My heart sank. I considered Gwen a good friend, so the thought that she was crying because of me dropped my mood like a stone. I trudged up the stairs and tapped on the door.

"Hey Gwen, you alright?"

"Yes [sob] I'm okay [sob], just... thinking about things." Her voice was wavering and miserable.

"Um," I said, not sure of what I should do. "Do you want to talk about it?"

There was a pause. "Sure," she said uncertainly, "if you like."

I turned the handle and pushed the door in slowly. By the click I heard, Gwen had turned on the night light over her bed just as I came in. She squinted and blinked in the light, half to adjust to the brightness and half to clear away the tears. She had a box of tissues on her bedside table, with a few dampened ones scrunched up on the carpet next to the bed.

I walked over and sat on the side of her bed. She smiled at me sheepishly, taking in my apprehensive expression. "I must look a mess," she said, pawing at her straw-coloured hair which fell down her shoulders in untidy knots over the edge of the blanket.

"What are you crying about, Gwen?" I asked softly, knowing that whatever the answer, I was at least partly to blame. She mentioned the name of her most recent ex-boyfriend, and the tension in my body lifted. Of course she would be crying about him. We had actually been in this scenario several times before, her crying over this muscleheaded creep who used to abuse her verbally... and sometimes physically. I always argued that he was no good to her but she insisted that she loved him. The fact that she had eventually left him after one particularly violent episode didn't stop her feeling melancholy about what they once had. It was one of those eternal conversations between a man and a woman where logic met emotion, and neither side made any headway in convincing the other because they were arguing in different languages. I guess that guy who wrote about Mars and Venus was onto something. Not that I knew much about that at the time.

Anyway, this conversation went the same way as the others, though this time there was something different. She was more upset than before, and as we talked I came to understood why. The old lilac scent gradually sifted its way through the covers of Gwen's bed and perked up my practiced nostrils. No wonder she was so emotional, her hormones were making her miss that loser more! She had let slip multiple times that he had been more than satisfactory between the sheets, and I couldn't help but conclude that she must be pining for his dick more than the back of his hand. I couldn't say this to her, of course, which meant that the chat trailed away after a while.

She looked up at me still sitting on the side of her bed. "You're a good friend. Hop up here on the bed." I murmured my misgivings, but she insisted and made room for me on her queen-sized mattress. I lay down on top of the bed covers. "No, silly, inside, it's too cold!" she scolded playfully. I drew back the covers far enough back to see that she was wearing a demurely pink silk nightie that covered her body, and pulled the sheets back over my gown-covered frame until we were fitted snugly together, facing each other only a foot away with bunched-up bed linen between us.




Spanish Seed Ch. 04



She had never allowed this invasion in our previous sessions. A line had already been crossed. She grinned across from the opposite pillow, all trace of her tears gone.

"Why is it you haven't got a girlfriend?" she said. Over the top of my feeble protestations, she continued. "I saw you were giving our neighbour a few looks, what was her name, Janine? She's pretty, why don't you ask her out? Well, maybe she's a little too old for you. You never know your luck in a big city though, eh?"

"I can't get a girl," I ventured, trying to regain some control, "because I'm too busy playing house husband to you two."

"Aww," she cooed, reaching out her hands and wrapping them around mine, which were laying in the space between us. "You're a sweet guy."

"Nah," I said with a smile of my own. "You're cramping my style!"

"Ooh!" she exclaimed in mock exasperation, and reached out with one hand to push at my chest under the sheets. All she succeeded in doing, however, was reach past my open dressing gown, scrape her nails down my chest and catch one nail on my nipple! I gasped in sudden pain. Gwen grabbed at me and apologised profusely. "Oh oh oh, let me see!" she said, prising my hand away from the wound, which was a line of superficial scratches from collarbone to nipple.

"There's only one thing for that," she said, suddenly serious. I looked at her in dread, thinking she'd bring out some smelly herbal concoction or antiseptic. "I am just," she said, looking me straight in the eyes from six inches away, "going to have to kiss it better."

Gwen lowered her head down to my chest, and laid a series of whisper soft kisses down my chest, covering the journey from clavicle to areola. Once she had finished, she moved back up to my collar bone, muttering that she had to kiss each scratch mark better individually. She scootched her body over to lie next to my side, and took her third run of quiet, slow kisses up and down my chest. I sat perfectly still, breathing slowly, enjoying the sensuous tickle of her lips across my skin. After her fifth pass, she looked up and breathed, "All better?"

"You missed a bit, on my nipple there," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

She regarded me passively for a moment with a grin at the corner of her mouth, weighing up the challenge, and then never took her eyes off mine as she lowered her head once more and sucked the entirety of my nipple in her mouth. She waited and sucked and waited, but I lasted out until she flicked her tongue over the excited nub before I reacted, groaning and closing my eyes in pleasure. She cackled in victory, then moved her head up to the pillow next to mine, under my chin, and draped her arm across my uncovered chest.

"Turn the light off," she whispered softly. I did, and drew the covers back up over our bodies. "I hope you don't mind staying with me. I just need some comfort at the moment, that's all."

I didn't need to answer beyond an agreeable grunt. We settled into our positions, her laying next to me and my arm behind her trailing down her back, and our breathing slowed down together. It struck me, as I lay there in the dark staring up at the ceiling, that Gwen was in the perfect position to drink in the lilac aroma emanating from my neck. Indeed, after a while, I noticed that her free hand was slowly snaking down in between her thighs. She reached all the way down, and her breathing caught just a little as she curled her fingers up into her pussy. Inches from my own leg, she gently frigged herself, inhaling the fragrances coming from my neck and working herself up into a lather.

At length, she withdrew, and sighed enormously. "My watchdog," she said dreamily. I woofed in response, as I always did when she called me that. She giggled and raised her hand up from under the covers to my face, stroking my chin.

Then she stuck two of those fingers into my mouth, and I tasted her pussy juices. I turned to her in the dark. I could just make out from the bare light from the window behind her that she was looking at me. I pulled her fingers out of my mouth and sought her own with a deep kiss. We sank into an embrace and she dug her hands under my gown, running them over my naked skin and shucking the garment off. The quietude of Gwen's bedroom was broken by our fevered gasping, in between slurping tongue kisses. Her nightie came off in a flash and was flung against the nearest wall. I returned her favour by sucking on her small tits, tonguing one pointy nipple and flicking the other with my fingers. I threw back the covers entirely, and she pushed off her knickers. It was all happening very quickly. We pressed our fully naked bodies against each other and kissed as if we had just discovered how.

"I want you, I want you, I want you," she panted, grabbing hold of my prick and pulling it against her abdomen. I moved on top of her and she steered my throbbing, oversized cockhead past her shaven cunt lips and into her womanhood. We stayed like that for a time and she kissed me with great fervour, feeling my face with her hands and then hugging me tightly. "That feels so good," she sighed. Gwen was very wet inside, and her pussy fit my prick all over, contacting every part of my shaft and head. 

The ragged heaving of her thin frame shifted me ever so slightly in and out of her with every breath, setting up an itch that I just had to scratch. I lifted my buttocks out and then in, kissing her again, and we both smiled into the kiss, chuckling at the height of the pleasure we were experiencing. I worked my cock in and out of her clutching pussy. She dug her nails into my back, urging me on.

"Careful," I whispered between thrusts. "You'll have a lot more kissing to do."

"Shut up and fuck me," she hissed, sounding amused in spite of her words.

"Yes ma'am," I grunted. The sound of her voice, however, had reminded me who it was I was fucking. I had really been into Gwen, and all those feelings of longing and suppressed desire for her over the preceding months came welling up in me. I was going to orgasm before I wanted to! I couldn't fight it, my body was betraying me. I couldn't even force myself to slow down, I wanted to release inside her so much. This was the sort of girl who a man could see himself marrying and helping start a family. I wasn't the sort of man who had fetishes, but I realised with her in my arms that if I was going to develop one, it was going to be about impregnating Gwen, or girls like her. I knew Gwen was on the pill as all modern girls were these days, but that didn't seem to matter somehow.

It wasn't long before I quickened my pace, slapping my hips into hers, and grabbed her more tightly in preparation for the finish. She started giving out a little cry with each hump, and my cock felt like it expanded within her pussy with my last few thrusts. We clung onto each other as I howled out my frustration, cum spurting from my cock in much less quantity than with Tricia. I gulped in the cool night air above her, our hips locked, as she showered my neck with kisses.

I came back down from my reverie, and realised she was saying something to me.

"Again, again, fuck me again," she said frantically. "We're not finished."

I backed my cock out of her pussy. This was not what had happened with the other girls. All four of my previous conquests hadn't wanted much to do with me at all directly after our encounters. Some had fallen fast asleep, as had Tricia because I could still hear her snoring through the walls! I was confused at this new turn of events. 

"I want you again," said Gwen, a little more aggressively. She took hold of my dick, still greased up with her own juices.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said, still catching my breath. "Slow down. Let me recover." I tried to clear my head of the swirling mixture of questions and chemicals. One thought came to me unbidden. "Let me see you."

With no objection forthcoming, I reached up and turned the night light back on. I was damned if I was going to spend the night with Gwen without getting to see her in all her glory. And yes, even in that dim glow, she was glorious. Her hair was spread across the pillow in wild abandon. Sweat beaded on her brow and left streaks down the side of her face. Her delicate shoulders led down to her cute little breasts, heaving under her breaths, with high pointed nipples much darker than the surrounding pale flesh. A few ribs were noticeable under her skin on her side. Her hips bent out and then around in a curve, with the dark thatch of her cunt with some of my cum already seeping out in the middle. Her legs were long and thin, tapering to ballet dancer feet.

"Are you done?" she asked, a mixture of annoyance and sheepish bemusement on her features.

"You are very beautiful," I told her, truthfully.

"And horny, don't forget horny," she said, deadpan. "Lie there."

I lay down on my back, and she moved over to grip my penis again. She bent down and took me in her mouth. To tell you the truth, I'm not much into blowjobs - I know, what sort of man isn't into blowjobs! - but this one was pretty good. My prick hadn't softened much after cumming and Gwen soon had it standing to attention once more, even though I had already blown two loads that evening. The telltale bloated head of my cock gave me some indication that this endurance was less to do with any sort of genetic sexual stamina of my own, but the black seed working to its own devices.

As soon as she had polished me to her satisfaction, Gwen clambered on top and pushed my cock into her pussy. She was still very wet, not just with our juices from the first time. Her breasts hung down pendulously, conic pink nipples level with her elbows. With a straight back, she started pushing against me with her dancer's legs.

"Not so fast," I gasped, already feeling sore in the groin from the night's exertions. "Not back and forth, up and down."

She followed my requests, and I sighed with pleasure as her technique took the pressure off my aching pelvis. I grabbed her hips to help her, looked up and saw her concentrating hard to maximise the sensation between our bodies. Gwen was staring at me, almost through me, striving to finish the job. I caught her eyes, bobbing above me as her slicked cunt slid across my groin. She came up out of a reverie, and got that amused yet exasperated look I was familiar with from months of living with her and joking around.

"I need to get off, and I need you to get off," she said, leaving no room for arguments. "Come on, you get on top again."

She disengaged from me briefly, took firm hold of my shoulders and guided me above her. One hand went to my ass to position me over her, while the other went to the back of my head to pull me in for an urgent kiss. I entered her again with a quiet squelching sound, her pussy already half-full of my sperm but seemingly wanting more. What Gwen then started saying to me only confirmed in my head that this wasn't some romantic lovemaking session, the seeds were still pumping out their hormonal instructions.

"I know you've wanted me all this time," she panted, her voice soft and girlish in a way she had never been with me before, as I pumped my hips slowly into hers. "Haven't you wanted to fuck me and fill me with your cum? Mmm, yes, I can feel your cock inside me, you want it to burst... don't you want to cum inside me, yes you do, oh I can feel it... I've seen the way you look at me, you want to ram that prick as far as you can inside me and cum so hard inside me..."

All the while I was quickening my pace as she whispered her sweet imprecations, until her words inflamed me to the point where I had to grab her shoulders and grunt like an animal. She locked her heels around my buttocks to keep me from missing with my thrusts, as her dirty talk was driving me wild. Her cunt also refused to let my cock free, the slickened walls constricting around it in waves of milking action. The head of my prick felt like it was being dipped in warm honey.

Eventually, Gwen's low growls resolved down into a single command. "Cum inside me," she repeated over and over again, hoarse with the physical effort of holding me in her. I could only grunt above her, my teeth clenched as I tried to satisfy her implacable will. I felt a hotness in my balls, which travelled oh so slowly up the shaft of my cock until the entire length felt like it was in flames. Then it happened, I came inside Gwen and we both gasped with the exertion. I can't say it was a huge load that I sprayed, but it felt like molten lava coming out of my oversized cock head, tipping me right up to the threshold between pleasure and pain. Gwen and I clung on to each other, two pairs of nipples mashed up against each other, maximising contact between our bodies as the last of my jism dribbled into her.