Laboratory Love (5 page)

Simon
pushed his way in then and I didn’t try to stop him. The damage was already
done and I was too busy getting myself under control anyway.

“All
right, Corine,” he said, “what’s going on? You didn’t leave the lab last night
with that hair. Or with those…umm…”

“Tits?”
I said.
That scent. His
scent.

A
smile played on the corners of his mouth. “I was going to say lips,” he said,
“but yeah, you didn’t have those breasts either.”

My
nipples were so hard, they ached. My belly muscles were jumping. I was so wet,
my inner thighs were slick.

“Well,
quit staring at my rack, you perv.”

Simon
chuckled. “All right,” he said, “time to tell me what’s going on.”

I
pushed up against him before I even realized I had taken a step in his
direction. My breasts pressed against his chest. My lush cleavage swelled
against the opening of my bathrobe.

“I
will,” I said, filling my lungs with his scent.
Powerful. Brilliant. Masculine.
I licked
his neck.

“Corine?”
said Simon, stepping back.

“I’ll
tell you,” I said. “Eventually.”
So
fucking hot. Wet. Empty.

I
must have looked slightly crazed. Simon took me by the hand and walked me to my
couch. He sat me down. Incredibly, the touch of his hand on mine made my clit
twitch.

“I’m
listening.”

I
heard Simon talking, but my concentration was focused directly on the package
between his legs, which was right in front of me.

“Corine?”

My
chin was wet. Was I drooling? “Yes?”
His
cock was right in front of me. I could reach out and touch it.

He
was talking again, but it wasn’t important. That package was. That cock. I was
so empty.

Suddenly
a strong hand cupped my chin and lifted my head up. Simon’s eyes stared into
mine.

“Corine!”
he said.

I
blinked, then gasped. I closed my eyes as I felt my cheeks burn with
embarrassment. I wished fervently for a very deep hole to hide in.

“Corine,”
said Simon, “please tell me what’s going on.”

I
sighed. “You smell too fucking good,” I said.

“I
beg your pardon?”

I
took a deep breath and every hormone inside me came to life. I stared at Simon.
Then I got to my feet.

“C’mon,”
I said. “I’ll explain everything in a minute. First I have to show you
something.”

Simon
looked wary, but followed me.

To
my bedroom.

“Well?”
he said. “What am I looking at?”

The
hell with it.
“This,” I said, opening my robe and letting it drop.

Simon
paused, taking in my exaggerated curves.

“Wow,”
he said. “I…wow…”

I
stepped up to him, picked up his hands and pressed them against my bare breasts.
“I’m not going to have these much longer,” I said, “so take advantage of them
now.”

Simon
sighed. “I’m going to hate myself later,” he said, “but I know you’re not
yourself right now. I can’t do this.”

I
grabbed him by his shirt and spun, throwing him onto the bed. I climbed onto
the bed just as he rolled over onto his back. I straddled his waist.

“Simon,”
I said, pulling his shirt apart so the buttons popped off. I leaned forward
then, pressing my bare boobs against the firmness of his chest, and spoke
directly to him, my lips inches away from his. “Listen. I promised I would tell
you what’s going on and I will. But I need you to understand that
you need to fuck me right now.”

He
blinked, the bluntness of my statement likely catching him off-guard, and I
used the momentary lull to lean forward and press my swollen lips against his
in a heated kiss.

Simon
could resist my lush boobs, resist my sensuous body, resist my heated curves,
but he couldn’t resist my kisses. After a moment’s hesitation, he was suddenly
responding and I melted under his firm kisses.

He
rolled me onto my back and then suddenly he was gone. I was ready to scream
like a banshee, but he was suddenly back…and this time without clothing.

His
unclothed body was everything I pictured. He was brilliance and heat in one
package. He could have just lay there and he would have been enough to drive me
out of my mind. But then he began using his hands and lips in ways I wasn’t
familiar with and suddenly my hot, writhing body was alive with sensation.

My
lush curves melted under his ministrations. My nipples, my lips, my overheated
clit, my ankles…he missed nothing. I shuddered as waves of heat rippled through
me.

Then
he got to his feet, standing against the end of my bed. He reached forward and
grabbed my rounded hips with both hands. Then he pulled me toward him until my
ass was pressed against his thighs, my legs upraised and parted. He pressed the
fat head of his cock against the folds of my overheated pussy.

“You
ready for this?” he said, almost conversationally.

“Omigodyespleasepleasepleasedoitdoitdoit,”
I said.

Still
holding my hips for purchase, Simon pulled me onto his thick cock.

I
gasped as lights detonated behind my eyelids. I had never been in a state of
arousal this intense before, and certainly not with a cock inside me. I lost
control of my actions as my body responded to Simon’s strokes into my hot, wet
pussy. I shuddered, moaned, shuddered again, then grabbed my hair as my back
arched.

I
was close, so close, so incredibly close, WHY COULDN’T I COME?

Simon
drove into me again and again and I knew I was getting it in a way I had never
gotten it before. Simon’s lab demeanor hid a fucking animal. He yanked his meat
out of my pussy, rolled me onto my hands and knees and promptly rammed his dick
back inside me.

I
shuddered, moaned and squealed like a slut. My body responded helplessly to his
every thrust. Conscious thought had long since fled and I was simply heat and
sensation now.

He
was pounding me fucking silly. I’d end up in a wheelchair if he didn’t stop
soon, but I was held fast by paralytic heat. Then I suddenly intuited what was
happening.

“S-Simon,”
I moaned, trying desperately to form words, “you have to…to come…”

“Not
until you do,” he said, thrusting into me again, practically jolting my cervix
out of me.

Not
until I do. He was trying to be fucking noble.

“Simon!”
I said, my swollen lips making my words come out in a lisp. “You have to come!
I CAN’T COME UNTIL YOU DO! Stop trying to be a hero!"

He
held my glance, likely trying to sure I wasn’t handing him a line. The
desperation in my eyes must have been enough to convince him, though, because
he suddenly lifted me in the air by my hips, shifted me forward and dropped me
down onto his cock.

And
then he exploded inside me.

The
force of his cum blasting into my hot, wet pussy hit every hot spot inside me.
And it was enough to trigger my release.

My
eyes widened as a wave of pure combustion suddenly swept over me. I gasped,
then squealed, then screamed and threw my arms around Simon’s neck as my legs
wrapped around his waist. Simon continued pumping his cock into me as he filled
me with a torrent of hot, thick sperm. I shuddered and came on his dick, then
came again, and then one long orgasm that left me gasping for air.

I
remained tied to Simon. I couldn’t talk. I could barely breathe. I had never
experienced anything like this before.

We
remained like that for a while, thankfully not talking. Finally Simon set me
down gently on the bed.

“Well,
that was intense,” he said, his voice sounding slightly course.

“Yeah”
I said, feeling a wave of exhaustion sweeping over me.

“And
at the risk of ruining the moment, Corine,” he said, “you promised you would
tell me what’s going on.”

Dammit.

“Your
body is changing,” he said, his finger tracing the curve of my hip, “and your
sex drive appears to be…increased. I think it’s safe to assume these aren’t
natural occurrences.”

I
sighed. There was no way around it. I had to tell him what an idiot I was.

So
I did.

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“Wait
a minute,” said Simon. “You’re saying your lips are an erogenous zone now?”

I
nodded.

“You’re
sure the sensations are intense enough to qualify the area as an erogenous
zone? Not just tingly or sensitive?’

“I’m
sure,” I said, remembering how wet I got just from licking my lips.

“And
the sensations from your clitoris are muted?”

“
Were
muted,” I said,
blushing.

“I’m
sorry?”

“Were
muted,” I said, trying not to mumble. “Not so much now. Well, muted now, but
that’s because we just...you know...“

“But
you can’t climax from personal manual stimulation?”

I
clenched my teeth. “Correct. Now can we please stop discussing me like I’m a
robot we’re trying to build?”

Simon
actually chuckled. “Sorry. I guess it did sound a bit impersonal. But I want to
help and I need to know details. I have some theories.”

“You
do?”

“Yes,”
he said. “Obviously the chrystalmic is the key ingredient we need to focus on.
But I think there may be other factors in play. I’m not sure. We’re going need
to research it.”

I
rolled my eyes. “I don’t have a lot of time.”

Simon
sighed. “Corine,” he said, “I understand your frustration, but these things
take time.”

I
sighed. He was right, of course. But dammit.

“Fine,”
I said. “I’ll be patient. I’ll be good.”

“You’ll
be busy, too,” said Simon. “We still need to reproduce that color, remember?”

“Yes,
I remember,” I said. “Trust me, I remember.”

He
glanced at his watch. “All right, it’s late afternoon. I’m going back to the
lab,” he said. “Get some sleep, then meet me there later tonight.”

I
nodded, feeling incredibly relaxed and satisfied despite my display of
surliness. My body felt warm and full.

“All
right,” I said, already feeling sleep overtake me as I sunk down onto my
pillow. “All right. I’ll see you later tonight.”

*****

I
woke up horny again.

Not
as bad as earlier, but I could tell I was already ramping toward it. My entire
body was an erogenous zone now, it seemed. My lips. My nipples. My clit. Even
my tight rear entrance. Awake for sixty seconds and I was a wet mess already.

And
I felt empty inside. Like I was missing something. Or someone.

I
sighed and got out of bed. I was surprised to see it was after eight at night.
I had
really
slept deep.

And
then I began realizing just how sore I was.

I
hurt from head to toe- likely because of my body-wracking, explosive orgasm-
but my pussy had never been this sore in my entire life. I was
omigod
sore down there.

Walking
carefully, I made my way to the bathroom. I spent a half-hour easing my sore
muscles under a hot shower without getting my jungle-girl hair wet- I wasn't
spending an hour drying my hair again- before walking back inside my bedroom to
get dressed. This was usually an easy task for me- labs traditionally aren’t a
hotbed of fashion activity- but I found myself hesitating. I sighed again,
knowing what I had to do.

I
searched my closet until I found the shortest skirt I owned. It certainly
didn’t qualify as a mini-skirt- it reached my knees- but it was soft and
flexible. If I became too overheated to think straight…well, a soft, short skirt
could be worked around far easier than slacks or an ankle-length straight
skirt. I didn’t have much by way of dignity left, but I had no intentions of
running around the lab naked.

*****

A
short time later, I arrived at Blonde Concepts and parked. I felt every sore
muscle as I got out of my vehicle. My vagina was so sore, I wanted to cry.

I
felt like a silly sorority girl dressing cute to impress my chemistry professor
as I made my way toward Research and Development. Despite my aches and pains,
my rounded hips rolled naturally, making my derriere sway enticingly under the
skirt. Even though nobody was around beside the security guards, I felt like I
was on display. My cheeks were burning by the time I made it inside the lab.

Simon
was there, of course. He was mixing some chemicals.

I
walked over to him. “Hello there,” I said. I closed my eyes and breathed in his
scent.
Oh, goodness. That
scent again. Powerful. Brilliant. Masculine.

“Good
evening,” he said, barely noticing me. He was staring at his chemicals.

I
nodded, then walked away. I couldn’t concentrate standing that close to him. I
decided to go through my notes, see if I could find anything significant.

I
perused my notes, but focusing was difficult. My belly muscles kept twitching.
My hands kept sliding down my belly, toward my needy sex.

Dammit!
This was impossible!

“Corine?”

I
jumped.

“Dammit,
Simon,” I said. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry,”
he said, grinning. “I’ll blow a trumpet next time.”

“Good.
What do you want?”

“Your
blood.”

“Excuse
me?”

“Your
blood. We’re trying to fix you, remember? I need your blood for a whole range
of tests.”

“You’re
a chemist, not a biologist.”

“I
majored in both.”

“Whatever.”

“Cranky,
aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

Yes,
I was cranky. My swollen lips were making me lisp embarrassingly. I felt
horribly empty. His proximity, his scent, my arousal…I was a walking hormone by
this point. Again.

Simon
sighed. “Corine…”

Dammit.
He had that pensive lost-in-thought look that drove me crazy. He was scruffy
after two straight days in the lab with little sleep, but it gave him an
unexpected edge. I was ready to jump him right there in the lab, cameras and
all.

“Fine,”
I said. “Fine! I’ll give you my blood.”

“Let’s
go to the break room,” he said. “I’d rather not be on camera sticking a needle
into you.”

“Good
point.”

We
made our way to the break room, closing the door behind us. I sat on a chair.
He sat next to me and took out two syringes.

“This
should be plenty,” he said. I nodded.

He
took my arm. His hands on my skin was for innocent purposes- medical, no less-
but his touch set my blood racing. My body tingled in response to his presence.
I was crazy wet already and I wanted to straddle him right here at the table.

“You
look nice, by the way,” he said, wrapping my upper arm with elastic. “I don’t
recall seeing you in that skirt before. Shows off your legs.”

Had
Simon just noticed my legs?

I
barely felt the needles sliding into my arm.

He
finished and set the two syringes in a plastic case. “There,” he said. “All
done.”

I
didn’t answer. I was still breathing in his scent.

“Corine?”
he said.

Breathe
in. Breathe out. So wet.

“Corine?”
he said again.

So
hot. So aroused. Wriggling. Can’t help myself.

“Corine!”
said Simon.

I
jumped to my feet. “For Pete’s sake, fuck me already!”

Simon
blinked. “Here? In the break room?”

I
grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled my lush body against him. “Yes!
Here! In the lab! I don’t care! But for the love of everything, fuck me!”

I
kissed him. Hard. His firm lips against my swollen, oversensitive pillows, my
heavy breasts against his chest.

And
finally he responded.

He
spun me around and pushed me forward, bending me over the table. My skirt was
flipped up over my ass, my panties pulled down over my hips, down my thighs and
off my ankles. I heard Simon’s pants hit the ground. Then his strong hands were
on my hips and his rock-hard cock was pushing into my crazy wet pussy.

I
gasped.

“Like
that, do you?” said Simon. He pulled back and thrust into me again.

I
gasped, then cursed.

Simon
paused, finally realizing my responses to his thrusts weren’t actually moans of
passion.

“Corine?”
he said.

“It…it
hurts!”

“Hurts?”
he said, sounding confused.

“Yes,
it hurts! You fucked me too hard this afternoon! Too much!”

“Umm…sorry…?”
he said, pulling his thick, rigid shaft from my wet channel carefully.

Suddenly
I was horribly empty again.

I
shrieked, “Don’t you DARE stop!”

“But…I’m
hurting you…”

“Don’t
stop!” I said. “Put it someplace else then! I don’t care! But put your FUCKING
COCK INSIDE ME OR I WILL DESTROY YOU!”

I
was nearly incoherent by this time, desperation making me irrational, with no
clue as to what I was saying. My body was a cacophony of heat and need.

Simon-
apparently realizing it would be dangerous to step away and equally dangerous
to penetrate my sore, aching vagina- came to a decision. A moment later my eyes
widened as I felt a sudden heavy pressure against my tight rear opening.

I
hadn’t really given him any choice, but putting it in my virgin ass wasn’t what
I had intended. I opened my mouth to protest, but my swollen lips fumbled as I
tried to squeak out a denial.

The
fat head of his cock- well-lubed from being inside my overheated pussy- pushed
through my tight rear opening. Then he slid his thick shaft a few inches into
my back channel. He paused, giving me a few moments to get used to it.

I
was breathing shallowly, unable to talk. The sensations were overwhelming.
Simon was sticking his cock into my ass! Instinctively I wanted to protest, to
stop him…but I couldn’t even speak.

And
then my traitor body relaxed and suddenly Simon’s dick slid fully inside my
ass. Simon was balls-deep in my tight back door.

I
shuddered and moaned…but not in pain. I was being overwhelmed by paralytic
pleasure. The chrystalmic had turned my body into an erogenous zone, and that
now included making my back pucker a zone of clit-like intensity.

Simon’s
hands were on my shoulders, pressing me down against the table as he stroked
his cock into my ass. His heavy balls slapped my clit as he stroked into my
virgin back door.

My
cheek pressed against the table as I moaned. I was drooling. The intensity of
the sensations was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His cock was in
my ass- deep inside my ass. My sphincter was impossibly stretched, squeezing
Simon’s rigid shaft as it plunged inside me.

I
was no longer thinking at any level. I was purely a creature of heat and
sensation by this point.

And
even Simon was animal-like now. His thrusts became shorter, stronger, more
erratic…and then he buried his cock fully inside my ass and exploded.

My
eyes widened as he blasted his load into my bowels. The sensations from Simon
filling my tight back door with his sperm triggered my release and suddenly I
was squealing like the ass slut I had become as I experienced my first anal
orgasm.

I
wriggled and writhed under Simon, pinned to the table under his strong hands,
his cock still draining into my rear channel. I couldn’t stop. Wave after wave
of intense sensations swept over me, turning me into a wet, lisping mess. Even
as Simon collapsed onto my back, his balls finally empty, I continued to
shudder and moan.

Then
a black curtain dropped and I spiraled down into a deep, satisfied sleep.

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