Chapter 6: Restaurant Quickie with Julia Ends on Top of Hubby

For the next few weeks, I avoided going to my friend Susan’s dorm. She would come to my room, or we would meet in public places. We had regular sex, which I enhanced with very low doses of tx34, just enough to make her a tiger in bed. I noticed that her breasts were swollen, as if they were bursting from the inside, which I didn’t complain about.

A few months after using tx34 for the first time, I began to wonder about a small bump in her belly. Could she be pregnant? I knew she was on the pill because I saw her taking it regularly. But since tx34 mimics the ovulation response in the brain, could there be a reaction?

We soon found out that this was real. After seeing a doctor for irregular menstruation and stomach problems, Susan discovered she was pregnant with twins! I realized immediately what this meant: her conservative friend Heather from Brazil was about to make a surprise announcement of her own unexpected pregnancy.

In fact, Heather left town a few days later to rejoin her Brazilian family. Apparently, she was too shocked to tell anyone about her pregnancy. That meant I did not have to face her.

What about the other girls I had seduced with tx34? Tabea’s pregnancy would not raise many eyebrows as she was happily(?) engaged.

And then there was Jenny ... she had sperm in her before I started, my four friends, myself, the guy I met on my way out - and who knows who else was on her list of potential fathers after her sex life escalated.

Only later did the dark skin of her blood narrow the list down to two, neither of whom she had ever seen. Given her “explosive sex life,” I doubt she had any idea who might have fathered her child.

When the good news broke, the talk of the town was this mysterious group of four pregnant girls, three of them with twins. Most people attributed it to a strange food effect or an infection that interfered with the pill.

I was glad I had stopped experimenting with women before it got completely out of hand. Four pregnancies were still something people were willing to accept as a fluke, and eventually the gossip died down.

Still, there was so much to explore, and my curiosity as a scientist was at its peak. I could have focused on something else, had great sex with Susan, married her, and been a good father to our little twins.

Except there wasn’t really any way to stop Susan from getting pregnant again, unless - well, there was just no way I could stop using tx34.

I had to admit that I was getting hornier every day and masturbating to my videos.

Sex with Susan was great, but once a week was far too infrequent to satisfy my growing need. The desire to conquer other girls grew stronger and stronger. Every day I saw tempting young babes walking around campus. The increasingly hot summer temperatures didn’t help. Having a tool (or rather a drug) in my pocket that could easily make these dreams come true didn’t help either.

Only the fear of creating more controversy over sudden and unexplained pregnancies kept me from grabbing one of those hot chicks flaunting their firm bodies around town. I wanted to fuck their brains out! The urge had become almost unbearable when an opportunity finally presented itself.

Susan and I were sitting in our favorite Italian restaurant, a very exclusive place that would have been out of our league had it not been for Susan’s rich family. We were enjoying a fabulous meal when my eyes caught sight of an odd couple sitting a few tables away from us.

The woman was strikingly beautiful, impossible to miss. She looked and dressed like a model: tall, slender, and graceful. Magnificent breasts towered over her petite torso, which was connected to thin and improbably long legs with an enticingly perky butt and a massive gap between her thighs. She wore a short, skin-tight miniskirt and an almost sheer blouse that called attention to the barely concealed, voluptuous melons underneath.

Her partner appeared to be a wealthy businessman, wearing a suit, an expensive white shirt with cuffs, and looking many years her senior. She appeared to be in her early twenties, he in his late forties. I noticed the matching wedding rings on their fingers, which made it clear that she wasn’t his daughter, but rather a trophy wife.

An idea occurred to me: if she became pregnant, no one would suspect a thing. She was married, and they were from out of town.

Before I could come up with a plan, she got up and excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. I turned my attention back to Susan, who had been telling me something about strollers for twins. I interrupted her and mentioned that I had gas in my stomach. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to avoid embarrassment.

I said, “Please help yourself to my dessert, honey - it may take a few minutes,” which she gladly accepted, as she had to feed the burgeoning babies in her belly.

I rushed to the restroom in the basement and waited outside the lady’s room.

Through a crack I caught a glimpse of the beautiful lady adjusting her makeup in the mirror. I walked right up to her with my tx34 cream on my right index finger.

I could have just smeared it on her neck, but I felt like conducting a daring experiment: how far would she go without the drug? I turned her around, grabbed her hair with my right hand, and planted a deep kiss on her mouth.

She was so surprised that it took her a long time to resist - while at the same time returning the kiss. She tried to pull away, but I held her. As her hands pressed against my chest to separate our bodies, my left hand reached under her skirt, between the sides of her panties, down to her snatch.

Her surprised cry was muffled by our still locked lips; her eyes went wide as she felt my index finger penetrate her pussy. I pushed hard, pressing tightly against her G-spot, my thumb grinding against her clit.

Her hands pressed harder against my chest, hammering away at me - but at the same time her mouth continued to kiss me back, eliciting moans of pleasure from the assault on her pussy. She was on the verge of orgasm when she finally wriggled free and stared at me in horror.

“No! We can’t! I’m married,” she said breathlessly. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than she was talking to me. Her excitement was evident in her labored breathing and the blush on her cheeks. She looked at me with pleading eyes and repeated, “We can’t!!!”

It was time to end the experiment and push her beyond her inhibitions. The drug would allow her to fulfill her body’s desire to mate. I placed my right hand around her neck and pulled her closer. My right index finger still held the globule of tx34 laced cream. I rubbed it against her neck as I pulled her into another deep kiss.

I knew what would happen next: Her resistance would weaken by the second. I felt her clit enlarge, her tunnel moisten, her tongue slide into my mouth, and her hands move from my chest, where they had been trying to push me away, to the back of my head.

Soon she was kissing me passionately with both hands in my hair, pulling me closer. I felt her gigantic tits pressing against my chest.

I rubbed her clit furiously while fingering her pussy. Louder and louder moans escaped her mouth, muffled only by the lock of my lips on hers.

There was no time to let her climax alone. Someone could burst in at any moment. So, I released my hard-on from my pants, turned her around and lifted her dress. She was wearing an expensive lace tanga, which I pushed aside and plunged my hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. She gasped, propped herself up on the sink with both arms and looked into the mirror.

We locked eyes in the mirror as I thrust in and out of her deliciously nubile pussy. I unhooked her bra and began to fondle her gorgeous breasts. When I squeezed her erect nipples between my fingers, she let out a little squeak. I handed her a fresh cotton towel to stifle the increasingly desperate moans.

I pounded her with great vigor, her ass moving back at me with similar fervor. Her tunnel embraced me so intimately it felt almost as tight as virgin Heather’s. I bet her husband couldn’t stretch it with his little pecker.

Suddenly she began to shake from a powerful orgasm. I kept pumping without stopping, prolonging her orgasm until it blended into the next. Her pretty model face was such a pleasure to watch as the orgasmic explosion swept over it that I took a few pictures with my phone.

I even made a little video, making sure to include her exposed melons, her orgasm face, and my cock as it went in and out of her snatch. These pictures would destroy the internet if I ever leaked them. Having these trophies made me feel powerful.

Eventually I remembered where we were and that someone could come at any second, so I let go of my restraints and let my balls out, releasing a massive load of gooey cum deep inside her. I savored the sensation for a while before pulling my shrinking penis out of her before anyone could catch us.

She was panting heavily with her eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of her powerful climax. I noticed a pair of nail scissors in her purse and quickly cut up her flimsy tanga, intending to keep it as a souvenir. She didn’t seem to notice when I put it in my bag.

I then took a picture of her ID with her name (Julia) and address on it. I pulled up my pants and went back upstairs to my waiting girlfriend, not bothering to see if Julia had regained her composure.

It had not been more than ten minutes since I had left. Susan was still on her second dessert, so I sat down and continued to listen to her explanations about strollers for twins while my mind wandered to the joy that had just occurred in the basement.