Chapter 4: Could the Drug Tempt Tabea to Cheat?

After my episode with Heather, life settled back into its usual routine, but the memories of that night lingered, vivid and electrifying. Her thong became a prized possession, its fabric still faintly carrying her scent, a heady reminder of her surrender. I found myself jerking off to it countless times, replaying the incredibly sexy video of our encounter. Every moan and movement was a testament to the power I had over her. Each time, I was transported back to the thrill of ripping her cherry, the feel of her tight, virgin pussy gripping me for the first time, her perfect tits bouncing wildly, and the way her body had shivered under my touch, completely mine.

The images I had taken of her nubile body became my private treasure, hotter than anything I could find on any porn site. Her glistening, cum-filled pussy, her taut bubble butt, her stiff nipples perched atop those flawless tits, and her flushed, trembling face frozen mid-orgasm, her lips forming that perfect “o” as she surrendered completely to the pleasure. It was all too perfect to be real, yet it was mine, captured in vivid detail. spent hours studying those photos, my cock not just throbbing but erupting with such intensity that my cum shot out in thick, powerful streams, splattering so high it nearly reached the ceiling of my dorm room. The memory of her was enough to make every release feel as overwhelming as the moment itself, driving me to relive it over and over again.

Heather, meanwhile, avoided me at all costs. Her embarrassment was written all over her face, a crimson flush that deepened whenever she caught sight of me in the hallway. She couldn’t even hold my gaze, her eyes darting away as though looking at me would somehow confirm the memories she was clearly trying to suppress. It was almost amusing, watching her squirm, trying to convince herself that the night hadn’t happened, that she hadn’t let me take her so completely.

What stood out even more was how much her appearance changed. Heather, who used to flaunt her body with tight tops and painted-on yoga pants, now dressed in looser clothing, hiding the incredible curves she used to display so proudly. She even started wearing bras with thick padding, an obvious attempt to conceal her puffy nipples that used to poke provocatively through her thin tops. The transformation was stark, and it seemed like she didn’t trust herself anymore to resist the temptation if a guy decided to make a move. It was as if she feared her body’s betrayal, doing everything she could to hide the allure that had once drawn everyone’s attention.

Her avoidance and newfound modesty only fueled my fantasies further. I couldn’t help but imagine her lying in her bed at night, her fingers drifting between her legs as the memories crept back in, her own body betraying her as she relived the pleasure. I pictured her whispering desperate prayers for forgiveness, her guilt clashing with the raw, undeniable arousal overtaking her, pleading with God to cleanse her even as her trembling hands sought out the sinful relief she couldn’t resist.

I mused about her sitting in a confessional, her voice shaking as she recounted her “fall from grace” to a faceless priest behind the screen, her cheeks flushed with shame as she struggled to describe the intimate details. Would she admit how good it had felt? Would she gloss over the parts where her body craved more, or would she confess everything in full, hoping for absolution? The thought of her reliving every moment, forced to put into words the sensations and ecstasy I had given her, only to be told to say a few Hail Marys, made the memory burn even brighter in my mind.

As for Susan and me, we continued to have amazing sex, often elevated by a little help from tx34 in carefully controlled doses. I realized that the compound could be dissolved into creams and gels, so I mixed it with the lubricant we already used during our sessions. Susan had no idea, of course, but the results were undeniable. Her arousal was heightened to an almost insatiable level, and our nights together became more intense and uninhibited than ever. She would beg for more, her body responding with an eagerness that matched the wildest fantasies in my mind.

Even so, the memories of Heather lingered in every encounter. Whether it was the way Susan’s body moved beneath me or the sound of her moans, Heather’s flushed face and trembling body always crept into my thoughts. When I filled Susan with my cock, thrusting deeply as she cried out my name, it was Heather’s perfect bubble butt, her tight, virgin pussy, and that incredible “o” of her orgasm face that fueled my release. I came harder than I ever had before, my mind merging the present with the past in a way that heightened every sensation.

Occasionally, when Susan was unavailable or I craved variety, Hannah or Tania would take care of my needs. Hannah, with her voluptuous curves and insatiable appetite, was always eager to let me pound her until she screamed in pleasure. Tania, on the other hand, was a tease turned vixen, her tight body and playful demeanor making her impossible to resist. Neither of them needed the drug; their willingness and enthusiasm were all the aphrodisiac I required. They welcomed me into their bodies eagerly, letting me fill their wombs with my hot seed and leaving me utterly spent.

Still, even with these affairs, it was the memory of Heather that kept my sex life thriving. The thought of breaking her, of being the first to claim her, made every encounter feel like an echo of that triumph. Whether it was Susan begging for more, Hannah gasping in ecstasy, or Tania biting her lip as she took me deeper, Heather’s image was always in the back of my mind, driving me harder and making every release feel like a celebration of that unforgettable night.

Tx34 mimicked and significantly amplified the female brain’s natural response to ovulation. In my mind, it wasn’t about taking advantage of women but rather unlocking their true desires. The drug didn’t create something unnatural; it merely heightened a biological function evolution had already designed to ensure women sought out sex during their most fertile days. I preferred to think of it as a kind of enhanced hormone therapy, much like how hormonal contraception tricks the body into believing it is already pregnant.

Heather’s seduction had proven just how powerful tx34 was, triggering an overwhelming drive to mate that completely overtook even the most reserved and conservative personalities. She had been a virgin, untouched, and fiercely protective of her innocence, her body reserved for an idealized future husband. Breaking through that barrier was a triumph in itself, a testament to the drug’s ability to dismantle deeply ingrained beliefs and instincts. However, Heather had no conflicting loyalties; she wasn’t tied to anyone, and the drug simply unlocked her natural, suppressed desires, driving her into an irresistible state of sexual need.

This raised an entirely different question: how would tx34 affect women already in committed relationships? Would it override the bond of loyalty and love they felt for their partners, compelling them to stray? Or would it simply enhance their desire for the person they were already with, intensifying their attraction and arousal without breaking their commitment?

The distinction was crucial. Seducing a hard-to-get virgin like Heather, whose resistance was rooted in personal convictions, was a challenge of breaking down self-imposed barriers. But using tx34 to seduce a woman whose resistance stemmed from emotional and moral bonds to her partner introduced a whole new layer of complexity. Loyalty to a partner wasn’t just a matter of personal principle; it was tied to deeper emotional and social dynamics that the drug might either shatter or amplify.

There was already anecdotal evidence suggesting that women were more likely to stray during ovulation, driven by evolutionary impulses to secure superior genes while maintaining the stability of a long-term partner, as part of an evolutionary drive to secure the best traits for offspring. Would tx34 intensify this subconscious inclination, pushing it to the forefront and overriding the bond of fidelity? Could it make a woman act on desires she’d normally suppress, betraying her partner for the sake of raw pleasure? Or would it simply magnify her attraction to her existing partner, keeping her desire contained within the boundaries of her commitment?

I had the opportunity to test this hypothesis - purely for the sake of science, of course. Could I refrain from finding out? Of course, not - it had to be tested!

As I pondered the idea, my eyes fell on Tabea, who was staying in a room across the hall from Susan, my girlfriend. She was a tall, stunning Scandinavian beauty, the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went. Her piercing blue eyes, cascading blonde hair, and almost translucent pale skin gave her an ethereal appearance, like she had stepped straight out of a high-fashion magazine.

Sleeping with Tabea was the kind of fantasy that haunted any man after catching sight of her. Those impossibly long legs that seemed to go on forever, her supermodel face, and her slender yet enticingly soft body ... she was the epitome of grace and allure. Her figure seemed wrapped in a delicate layer of supple flesh, every curve smooth and inviting, with no harsh angles to disrupt the perfect harmony of her form. It was impossible to ignore the outline of her ample chest, clearly hiding two large, firm melons beneath the thick sweater she often wore.

But everyone knew that dreams of Tabea were just that, dreams. She was engaged to Peter, a tall, handsome man who looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a romance novel himself. Tabea had a reserved demeanor and an unmistakable “do not approach me” aura that kept even the boldest admirers at bay. She never flirted or entertained anyone’s advances, her loyalty to Peter seemingly unshakeable.

In other words, she was the perfect subject. If tx34 could push Tabea to cheat, it would prove its power beyond any doubt. The idea simmered in my mind, and just a few days later, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

After a visit to Susan’s room, I had said goodbye and was heading home, timing my departure carefully to beat the evening curfew at the women’s college. As I walked down the hall, I saw Peter stepping out of Tabea’s room. His flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance told the whole story. He had clearly just finished having sex with her. He was still tucking his shirt into his pants, walking briskly toward the exit, clearly in a rush to make curfew himself.

The thought struck me immediately. Here was a girl who had just satisfied her cravings mere minutes ago, yet her fiancé was already gone. Tabea, freshly fulfilled and presumably still basking in the afterglow, would be the ultimate challenge. If tx34 could overcome her loyalty and her freshly quenched desires, it would prove its effectiveness in a way nothing else could.

What a perfect moment to test my hypothesis. A committed woman, deeply in love, and physically satisfied. If she could be tempted, then anyone could. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.

I quickly put some tx34-laced gel on my index finger and casually smeared it on Tabea’s neck as I passed her.

“Excuse me, Tabea, you have something on your neck,” I said, feigning concern.

She seemed a little out of it, probably still basking in the afterglow of her recent romp with Peter, so it took her a moment to register who was speaking to her.

“Oh,” she replied, moving her hand to her neck. “Uh, what is this?”

I stepped closer, now standing right next to her. Peter had already disappeared around the corner, leaving us alone in the hallway.

“Mhm, Tabea, it looks like sperm to me,” I said with a mischievous grin, watching her reaction closely.

Her eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flushing as she processed the humiliating possibility of walking around with sperm on display. She quickly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, her embarrassment written all over her face. But then something remarkable happened. As the tx34 began working its magic, I saw the change in her expression, and the embarrassment melted away, replaced by something else entirely.

“Lowering inhibitions,” I thought to myself, intrigued by how quickly it was taking effect. To my astonishment, she took what remained on her finger and brought it to her mouth, her tongue darting out seductively to lick it clean. The sight was completely out of character for her, yet she performed the action as though it were second nature.

“Uhh, now she has a large dose in her system,” I thought silently, the implications exciting me more than I cared to admit.

Meeting her eyes, I grinned and asked, “So, do you actually like the taste of sperm, Tabea?”

To my surprise, she didn’t shy away or show any hint of her usual reserved demeanor. Instead, she gave me a sly smile, her blue eyes sparkling with a mischief I’d never seen in her before. “Mhm, my absolute favorite,” she replied, her voice low and teasing.

“How many flavors have you sampled, then?” I asked, playing along with the game we had started.

Her smile faltered slightly, a flicker of something close to regret crossing her face. “Peter’s my first and only,” she said with a soft sigh, “no desire to taste anyone else.”

“Really?” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “You have no idea what you’re missing, Tabea. There’s a whole buffet out there.”

She hesitated for a moment, her lips twitching as though she was mulling over the thought. Then she looked back at me, her smile returning, this time more playful. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should try another flavor ... but cheating on Peter isn’t exactly easy. He never lets me get close to other men.”

“Well,” I said, stepping a little closer, “he’s not here now, and I’m right in front of you.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced down the hall nervously, her resolve clearly wavering. “But you’re with Susan!” she protested weakly. “You wouldn’t cheat on her, would you?”

I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I pushed her gently backward, stepping into her room and closing the door behind us. She stumbled slightly as her back hit the wall, letting out a surprised little squeak.

“Tom, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. “You’re Susan’s boyfriend, and I’m engaged...”

I cut her off by pressing my lips against hers, silencing her protests with a firm, commanding kiss. She stiffened for a moment, her hands pushing weakly against my chest, but it was obvious the tx34 was taking over. Her resistance melted quickly, and soon her lips parted, letting me deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangled as the kiss grew more heated, her breathing quickening as the drug’s effect amplified her arousal.

My hands roamed her body, cupping her full, soft tits through her sweater. She moaned softly into my mouth, her back arching slightly, pressing her chest into my palms. Her protests were gone now, replaced by quiet, needy whimpers as I kneaded her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples through the thick fabric. One hand slid down to grip her ass, squeezing the firm curve, and she let out a gasp, her hips pressing forward instinctively.

“Tom,” she murmured between kisses, her voice breathy and trembling, “this is wrong ... but it feels so good.”

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing, Tabea,” I whispered against her lips, my voice dripping with desire as my hands slid beneath her sweater, brushing against the warm, silky skin of her waist. She shivered at my touch, her body instinctively leaning closer to mine, her remaining resistance melting away like ice under a blazing sun.

I hadn’t forgotten to discreetly set my phone on a nearby shelf, angled perfectly to capture everything that was about to unfold - for scientific documentation, of course.

Tabea wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair as she pulled me deeper into the kiss. Her body pressed tightly against mine, her hips grinding with increasing urgency. She lifted one leg, hooking it around my waist and pulling herself closer, her pussy pressing hard against my crotch. The friction between us grew more intense with each movement, her soft, slender frame writhing against me as if nothing else in the world existed.

Her breathing quickened, shallow gasps escaping between our kisses as her grinding became frantic. Her hips bucked against me with desperate need, and then, with a sharp intake of breath, she froze. Her entire body trembled violently as an uncontrollable orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping and shaking in my arms. I held her steady, letting her ride the waves of pleasure until her legs could no longer support her, propping her up against the wall.

“Wow,” she murmured breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in astonishment. “That was ... the most powerful orgasm of my life - and we haven’t even undressed yet! How is that possible?”

Her words wavered with lingering doubt, and she shook her head, her inner conflict briefly surfacing. “What am I doing? I’m an engaged woman. I shouldn’t be having this kind of pleasure with another man!”

But her actions told a different story. Even as she spoke, her hands moved to my shirt, tugging it upward. In one swift motion, she had it over my head, her fingers trailing down to unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans to the floor. My cock, already rock-hard, sprang free, and she stared at it for a moment, her eyes wide with intrigue. Without a word, she dropped to her knees, her delicate fingers wrapping around my shaft as she examined it closely.

The sensation was electric as she leaned forward and slid me into her mouth. She started slowly, her tongue swirling around the head with an almost reverent care, but her pace quickly increased. Her lips tightened around me, her head bobbing faster and faster, her suction intensifying with every movement. The sight of her, this seemingly untouchable, reserved beauty, now on her knees, eagerly devouring my cock, was almost too much to bear.

I couldn’t hold back. The heat of her mouth, her enthusiasm, the way her tongue teased every sensitive inch - it was overwhelming. But I wasn’t ready to finish yet. I reached down and gently pulled her head back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop as she looked up at me, her face flushed and her lips glistening.

I grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged it upward. She raised her arms without hesitation, letting me pull it over her head. My breath caught as her chest was revealed. She hadn’t bothered to wear anything underneath, and her incredible breasts spilled free. They were massive, the size of cantaloupes, impossibly soft and supple. My hands cupped them immediately, marveling at their weight and warmth. Unlike Heather’s youthful, firm breasts, Tabea’s knockers were plush and yielding, perfectly matching her smooth, delicate figure.