Chapter 2: Shooting Off at the Mouth

For our next date, I took Suzanne to a movie. As usual, I showed up early, bearing a gift. This time, it was a black halter top, a short white skirt, a pair of black pumps with the standard five-inch heels, and a couple pieces of gold jewelry. Again, I watched uneasiness flicker across her face, but only for the briefest of instants, before she smiled, thanked me, and went back to her bedroom to put them on.

By now, she was addicted to the sex, and I could've used that as leverage to get her to wear anything I wanted. But to get that, I would've had to start using strongarm tactics, openly threatening to break off the relationship if she didn't do what I wanted. This was something I'd have to do eventually, but it wasn't necessary yet. For now, she was still willing to believe that I was a nice guy who was really interested in her, and just had sort of an odd thing about buying her clothes. I'm sure she was more than a little in love with me, as well. It was better to play on this for awhile, nurturing her feelings toward me while gently nudging her in the direction I wanted. So I took it easy on the clothes.

She emerged soon, looking hot as always. Once again, the clothes were half a size too small, and pleasant bits of Suzanne strained against the fabric here and there. The black and white clothes squeezing her supple body made her look just a bit trashy. She didn't look like a hooker, though. More like a woman who just wanted to be sure to get a lot of looks. I complimented her, as usual, telling her how beautiful she was. She accepted all this in her usual way, with a pretty smile and a kiss.

We arrived at the theater and got in line at the ticket booth. Suzanne drew more than a few lusty stares from the teenage boys ahead of us in line, and a number of disapproving and envious glares from their dates. I wrapped an arm around her waist and hugged her protectively.

I bought tickets to a cheesy romantic comedy. I'd made sure to get us to the movie well ahead of time, so that we'd be able to buy refreshments. We did so, getting a large tub of popcorn and separate drinks; myself a large Coke, Suzanne a medium Diet Coke with a couple of extra ingredients.

We entered the theater and sat down to watch the movie. I put my arm around her, she leaned her head on my shoulders, and in every way we behaved like an ordinary couple out on a date. Thirty minutes into the movie, however, I felt Suzanne beginning to squirm against me. "Suzanne?" I whispered. "Are you all right?"

She was startled, and it took her a moment to respond. "Uh... I'm fine. Just fine."

I pretended to watch the movie for two more minutes, until I felt Suzanne's body rubbing against mine. "What's the matter?" I asked, trying to look concerned.

She looked at me, with something bordering on guilt in her eyes. "I... I... I need it."

"How badly? Now?"

She looked hesitant, but eventually forced out, "Really bad." The dosage of aphrodisiac I'd given her had been half again the size of her normal dose.

I sighed, acting as though this was a chore, and stood up. We squirmed past some annoyed people on our row to the aisle, and walked out into the lobby. Fortunately, it was almost empty.

I looked around for a few seconds and then led her down a side hall to a janitor's closet. Thankfully, it was unlocked. We hurried inside and she grabbed me and kissed me. Her body started humping against mine through our clothing. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.

I broke away. "Uh, Suzanne..." I pretended to have trouble getting my next few words out. "I'm... uh... not... you know, ready."

Suzanne blinked, then looked down at my cock. "Oh..." Her expression clouded over for a minute. "Well, it'll be ready soon, won't it?" she asked, managing to avoid any sort of explicit description.

"Well, I don't know. I mean, usually it's ready by now. I don't know." I tried to look flustered.

"Oh... Well, let's give it a minute," she said, and resumed necking. I fought with all my will to keep from getting hard. I'd masturbated earlier that day in order to give myself some resistance, but it was still hard to avoid my cock's natural desire to spring to action. When you've got a hot bitch like Suzanne trying to do the bump-and-grind with you, it takes a lot of effort to keep your cock from stiffening. But I persevered, and five minutes later, it was still limp. Suzanne looked at me pleadingly. "What are we going to do?"

"I... I don't know." I stuttered. I knew exactly what I wanted her to do, but it was important that she make the jump herself.

Suzanne remained motionless for several tense seconds. I waited, praying her innocent young mind would figure it out. After what seemed like an eternity, her left hand slowly, ever so slowly, slid from my shoulder down my arm. I came to rest inches from my cock. Suzanne was looking down at it, breathing hard, trying to steel herself. With a faint tremble, her fingertips brushed my cock.

A surge of pleasure flashed through me at the contact. This was the first time she had ever touched my cock. I fought it desperately, willing myself not to get hard. Not yet! Suzanne closed her eyes and gently touched my cock again, sending another spasm of joy shooting up my spine. I was fighting a losing battle against erection. Still trembling, Suzanne slowly began to rub my cock. She was clearly very nervous about this, and only allowed the tips of her fingers to touch my prick, rubbing it gently as it got bigger and harder.

I let out a soft moan as I gave in to the pleasure of her touch and allowed my dick to get hard. Suzanne opened her eyes, a nervous look on her face. I smiled reassuringly and kissed her. She responded positively, increasing the pace of her strokes on my cock.

When my cock had fully hardened, I gently pushed Suzanne's hand away. I would have been happy enough to let her keep stroking me until I came, but it wouldn't have been much fun for her. She needed to have an orgasm in order for her Pavlov-drugged brain to make the proper connections.

Suzanne took the meaning of my gesture. She quickly lay down on the floor and spread her legs. Good, good, I though. She was learning quickly. I pushed her skirt up over her waist and knelt between her thighs. Her panties were wet with pussy juice. I pushed them aside and drove my hard shaft into her cunt.

Suzanne cried out in pleasure and immediately began to thrust her pelvis at me, trying to draw as much of my cock as possible into her silky pussy. I took long strokes, nurturing her growing orgasm, listening to the soft moans escaping her lips. Her blond hair swirled back and forth on the ground as her head twisted from side to side. "Oh, God, Alan... Yes! Yes!"

I stepped up the pace of my thrusts, bringing her to a screaming orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me as deeply as possible into her while her cunt squeezed my throbbing dick. Her orgasm lasted nearly half a minutes. My cock, stimulated by the pressure spasms of her pussy, shot several spurts of jism deep into her cunt.

When Suzanne had calmed down, and I had shot my entire load, I pulled out of her and got dressed again. Helping Suzanne to her feet, I brushed her dress down and smoothed it out. As usual, she had had her mind blown by the power of her orgasm. She snapped out of it after a minute, and we went back to the movie.

Suzanne actually enjoyed the rest of the movie. Rather than causing her distress, as our quickie at the opera had, the interlude in the closet seemed to have invigorated her, giving her a warm glow. She happily sat through the rest of the flick, clinging to my arm, a smile on her face. It seemed that the idea of sex in a public place wasn't quite so disturbing to her anymore.

After the movie, we went back to her place and went to bed after our usual bedtime drinks. I pretended to have trouble getting it up again, and asked her to help me. She complied, rubbing my cock with a bit more confidence. I held out as long as I could before allowing myself to become erect. I then laid her on her back and fucked her brains out.

For the next week, Suzanne and I went out almost every night. Occasionally I would slip the drugs into her early in the evening, so that she would get horny while we were still out. I was eager to progress to the phase of her training, but I forced myself to hold back. It was important to take things slowly, and let everything proceed as if it were developing naturally. Pushing Suzanne too quickly could ruin the relationship.

So I took it easy. Each time we had sex, I coaxed her into stroking my cock with her hands. Whenever it was possible, I rubbed her clit while she was doing this to provide her with some enjoyment. Eventually, I wanted to bring her to associate touching my cock with her pussy getting wet. And of course, I always made sure that the aphrodisiac and the Pavlov drug were working their magic before I fucked her. And she always wore the high heels.

Her confidence and skill steadily increased, and soon she was eagerly jacking my cock every time it came out of my pants, bringing me quickly to erection. The girl had become quite skilled at giving handjobs. Almost like a professional.

I decided it was time to teach Suzanne the next lesson.

Once again, I'd given her some clothes to wear for the occasion. This time it was a pink summery dress with white polka-dots. The top had a low-cut neckline, half a size too small as usual, so that her breasts were slightly squeezed out the top. The skirt was short, stopping several inches above her knees, so that her sleek legs were well-displayed. And her legs looked even better on top of the five-inch pink heels.

Suzanne no longer bothered to comment on the clothes I bought her, but simply smiled and thanked me. I knew she wasn't overly fond of them, but it was something she was willing to put up with. The price she paid to be with me.

I had arranged for us to take a balloon ride at a local park. It was one of those tethered rides where the gondola is attached to the ground by a rope. You pay the fare, and you're allowed to ride the balloon up and see the city for fifteen or twenty minutes, and then the attendant pulls you back down.

We got to the park half an hour before our balloon reservation. I bought a pair of snow-cones which we slurped down while waiting for the ride. The syrup from Suzanne's cone colored her lips and some of the skin around her mouth a bright cherry red. I mused on this as I watched her eat her treat. The effect was to make her lips look larger, changing the smiling mouth of the pretty, innocent girl into the naturally pouting mouth of a cocksucking slut. How appropriate.

Our turn arrived. I paid the attendant, and Suzanne and I climbed into the large wicker gondola. After a brief safety speech, the attendant unhooked us and began reeling out the tether. The balloon slowly rose into the night air. Suzanne and I looked over the side of the basket at the shrinking park below us. After rising for several minutes, the balloon reached the end of the rope and came to a stop with a slight jerk. Suzanne snuggled against me on the narrow bench.

We sat like that for awhile, enjoying the cool breeze, until I felt Suzanne's hand brushing my crotch. I looked at her, and she looked back pleadingly. "Alan... I need you."

"Well, we're all alone up here, I suppose," I responded. "Let's go ahead."

Suzanne grinned happily as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my flaccid dick. She began to caress it as usual, attempting to bring me to erection.

I fought against it with every ounce of my will. It was important that her attempts to get me hard with a handjob fail tonight. I'd thought I was having a tough time keeping myself soft two weeks ago at the movie theater, but that was nothing compared to what I was fighting against now. Suzanne had become quite the proficient giver of handjobs, and it was a struggle to resist.

Nonetheless, I came through. Five minutes after she'd started, I was still limp. This was several times as long as it'd ever taken her to get me hard before. Suzanne looked at me with almost the same pleading expression she'd had on her face two weeks ago at the movie theater. "What's wrong, Alan? Why isn't it getting... hard?" She must've been desperate. This was the most explicit language she'd ever used.

"I don't know, honey," I responded, trying to sound flabbergasted.

She went back to work, more determined than ever to get me hard. Again, with a Herculean effort, I resisted. Five minutes later, she paused again, frustrated and horny. She was becoming increasingly fidgety, desperate for cock.

"Well..." I began. She looked at me, begging. "... there is one... other thing you... could try..." I forced out, faking sheepishness. I gently touched a finger to her mouth. Suzanne's face took on a disturbed look as she struggled with the idea.

After several seconds of hard thought, she began to tremble. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to bend her knees, lowering herself to face my cock. With the fingers of one hand, she tentatively circled the base of my cock. Balanced on the pumps, with one hand against the wall of the gondola to support herself, she slowly leaned forward, her tongue extending itself from her mouth.

The tip of her tongue made contact with the head of my prick, and that alone almost sent me over the edge. I contained myself, though, and only let out a small moan. Hesitantly, Suzanne brought her lips down to touch my cock. A tingling shot up my spine. Slowly, her lips parted, and my cock entered her wet, warm mouth. She paused and looked up at me, her lips encircling my prick, a questioning look on her face.

I smiled at her. "God, that feels good." She smiled back (as much as someone whose mouth is stuffed full of cock can smile). Slowly, she began to pump her head up and down on my shaft. She wasn't experienced, but she more than made up for that with sheer enthusiasm. Soon she was pumping her mouth rapidly up and down my stiff shaft. Occasionally, she would look up at me. That almost made me come. Squatting on those high pumps, wearing those tight clothes, her lips encircling a mouthful of my thick cock, Suzanne looked like nothing more than a cheap whore.

I wanted so badly to come in her mouth, but that would have to wait. If she didn't get to come, the whole episode would be wasted. So I gently pushed her off my cock and told her I was ready. There wasn't enough space in the gondola to lie down, so I pulled her up to a standing position. I lifted her skirt and thrust her panties aside to expose her sopping wet pussy. Placing my hands on her ass, I lifted her into the air, rested her ass on the bench, and impaled her on my dick.

She let out an animal-like scream as I entered her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass, trying to pull me even deeper into her cunt. I withdrew until the tip of my cock was just barely inside her pussy, and then I slammed it info her again, hard. Suzanne squealed in pleasure. "Oh, yes, Alan..."

She was building to orgasm already; there was no time to take it slow. I started thrusting into her quickly and forcefully, pounding my cock into her velvety pussy. Each time, I plunged my full length in, filling her cunt with my balls resting against her ass, then withdrawing until my cockhead was just barely touching her pussy lips. She squealed with delight each time I slammed into her. The gondola rocked slightly with each thrust. Soon, she was coming like a storm, her cries carrying in the night air. At the same time, my jism spurted into her waiting cunt, overflowing and dripping out onto the floor.