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

For the next few weeks, I stayed away from Susan’s dorm, avoiding the awkward stares and potential drama from her dorm mates - girls I had fucked behind her back. Instead, she came to my room, or we met in public places. Our sex life carried on without missing a beat, fueled by the subtle enhancement of low doses of tx34. Just enough to turn her into a horny, insatiable tigress in bed who craved my cock more than anything else.

Her body began to change, though. Her tits, already perfect, swelled noticeably, becoming rounder, fuller, and heavier, as if they were about to burst. Her nipples darkened, hardening under my touch, their sensitivity driving her wild every time I cupped them. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, relishing the way her body responded, her moans turning desperate whenever my fingers teased her soft curves. She welcomed the attention, arching into me and begging for more.

A few weeks later, I noticed another change that caught my attention: a small, undeniable bump forming in her belly. Could she be pregnant? She was on the pill, I’d seen her pop it religiously, but tx34 was designed to mess with ovulation responses in the brain. Had it overridden the birth control altogether? The thought sent a twisted thrill coursing through me. The idea of her unknowingly carrying my baby, her body transforming because of my seed, was as exciting as it was unbelievable.

The confirmation came quickly. Worried about irregular periods and persistent nausea, Susan went to the doctor. The result? Pregnant. With twins. The news hit her like a storm, her face a mix of shock and joy, while for me, it was undeniable proof of tx34’s potency. As she processed what this meant for her, I couldn’t help but think about who else might be in the same situation.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Her uptight, conservative friend Heather, the shy Brazilian with her holier-than-thou reputation, abruptly left town. No announcement, no goodbyes, just a rushed trip back to her family in Brazil. It didn’t take much to piece it together. Heather, with her quiet demeanor and pristine image, had also succumbed to the effects of tx34. She was carrying my child too, a revelation she clearly wasn’t prepared to face. Her disappearance saved me from a potentially messy confrontation.

I didn’t have to deal with Heather, but the knowledge of her pregnancy stayed with me. Susan remained blissfully unaware of the bigger picture, thrilled by our deepening connection and the life growing inside her. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but marvel at the power tx34 had given me, its ability to turn innocent fun into something far more permanent and intoxicating.

What about the other girls I had seduced with tx34? Heather wasn’t the only one. There was Tabea. Her pregnancy wouldn’t raise eyebrows; she was already engaged, though whether happily or not was up for debate. Her fiancé probably thought it was his baby, blissfully unaware of the tx34-enhanced night she’d spent with me.

And then there was Jenny. Jenny, whose womb had already been swimming with cum before I joined the fun. Between my four friends, myself, and the guy I bumped into on my way out, there was no telling whose seed had stuck. Her escalating sex life had turned her into a cum-dump for every guy who crossed her path, and the paternity list could have filled a page.

Months later, the mystery narrowed itself down. Her baby’s dark skin eliminated most of the contenders, leaving only two men, neither of whom she could identify. Knowing Jenny, with her chaotic, explosive sex life, I doubted she had the faintest idea which cock had gotten her pregnant.

When the news spread, the entire campus buzzed with speculation about the mysterious phenomenon of three pregnant girls in the same dorm, all expecting twins. Whispers filled the air, theories running wild. Some blamed it on a bizarre hormonal effect, maybe something in the cafeteria food. Others suggested a strange infection interfering with the pill. Thankfully, no one knew about Heather, the fourth, safely tucked away in Brazil, her secret pregnancy hidden from prying eyes.

I was relieved I had stopped experimenting before things spiraled completely out of control. Three or four pregnancies were still within the realm of a curious coincidence, something people could chalk up to sheer bad luck or random chance. The gossip, intense at first, gradually faded into the background as new scandals and rumors took its place. For now, I had managed to escape unscathed.

Still, the possibilities were endless, and my curiosity as a scientist burned hotter than ever. I could have taken a different path, focused on my research, married Susan, and been the devoted husband and father to our twins that she deserved.

But let’s be real, there was no way I could stop using tx34. It had unlocked a hunger in me that I couldn’t control, a fire that sex with Susan, as good as it was, couldn’t quench. Once a week wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the constant throbbing need in my cock, especially not when I had my private stash of videos to keep me company. I was jerking off more than ever, stroking to the sight of my conquests and imagining the next.

Every day, the campus was alive with temptation. Gorgeous young babes strutted around in skimpy summer outfits, their toned thighs and perfect tits teasing me at every turn. Their firm, youthful bodies gleamed in the summer sun, practically begging to be taken.

Everywhere I looked, there was something to stoke the fire. A petite blonde in tiny denim shorts bent over a bench to tie her shoe, her ass cheeks peeking out, firm and smooth, making my cock twitch. Nearby, a tall brunette jogged past, her perky tits bouncing rhythmically in a snug sports bra, her sweat glistening in the sunlight like an invitation. They laughed with friends, oblivious to the effect they were having, their carefree movements making it almost impossible to think about anything else.

I’d catch their teasing glances, their playful smiles as they walked by, and it only fueled the hunger. One girl, a redhead with freckles and a mischievous grin, paused at the vending machine, stretching her arm to grab her snack, her tight crop top lifting just enough to reveal a hint of underboob. My cock throbbed painfully, the idea of pinning her against the wall, her moans echoing through the quiet hallway, flashing vividly in my mind.

The fantasies were endless, and the heat between my legs unbearable. Knowing I had tx34 in my pocket, a drug that could turn my wildest fantasies into reality, only made the ache in my shaft worse. The only thing holding me back was the risk. The buzz about the mysterious pregnancies had barely died down, and the thought of stirring up more gossip was the only thing keeping me from grabbing one of those tight little college chicks and fucking her senseless. My balls were heavy with need, my cock straining every time I saw those perfect asses swaying past me. The urge to claim them, to hear them moaning my name, was almost unbearable.

Then, just as I was starting to lose my grip, an opportunity appeared.

Susan and I were sitting in our favorite Italian restaurant, a ridiculously upscale place that we could only afford thanks to her wealthy family. We were halfway through an incredible meal when my eyes locked onto a peculiar couple sitting a few tables away.

The woman was strikingly beautiful, impossible to miss. She had the poised elegance of a model, her tall, skinny frame accentuated by her impossibly long legs and a perky, heart-shaped ass that peeked out from under a skin-tight miniskirt. Her blouse, almost sheer, revealed the generous, full curves of her massive tits, barely restrained by a delicate lace bra. Her nipples, hard and prominent, teased through the thin fabric, drawing the male gaze. She exuded raw sexuality with every subtle movement, her toned thighs parting just enough to display an enticingly wide gap that had my cock stirring immediately.

Seated across from her was a man who couldn’t have been less deserving of her. Older, in his late forties, he wore an expensive suit that screamed money and privilege. His graying hair and soft jawline made it obvious he was no match for her youthful energy. The matching wedding bands confirmed she wasn’t his daughter but a trophy wife, likely bought and paid for.

The thought struck me like a lightning bolt: if she were to get pregnant, no one would suspect a thing. She was married, and they were clearly out-of-towners. The perfect setup.

Before I could devise a proper plan, she rose gracefully from her seat, excusing herself for the ladies’ room. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she walked away, and I turned my attention back to Susan, who was rambling about strollers for twins. I cut her off mid-sentence, feigning discomfort.

“I think I’ve got some gas. Need to hit the restroom for a bit,” I said, throwing on a sheepish grin. “Help yourself to my dessert, honey. Might take a few minutes.” She didn’t seem to mind, happily digging into the sweet treat to satisfy the cravings of the babies growing inside her.

I made my way to the restroom in the basement, anticipation pumping through me like a drug. I positioned myself near the entrance to the ladies’ room, waiting. Through a slight crack in the door, I caught sight of her. She stood at the mirror, carefully adjusting her lipstick, her reflection showing off the perfect symmetry of her face and those massive tits straining against her blouse.

Seizing the moment, I walked in confidently, tx34 cream already on my right index finger. I could’ve just brushed it onto her neck and waited for the drug to do its magic, but I wanted to test something different. How far would she go without the drug?

I closed the distance between us, spinning her around with firm hands, grabbing her hair, and pulling her mouth onto mine. My lips crushed hers, my tongue invading, forcing a kiss as bold as the act itself. She froze, stunned into submission, her soft lips yielding before she began to respond. For a few seconds, she kissed back, her body betraying her even as her hands pushed against my chest, attempting to break free.

Ignoring her feeble resistance, I slipped my left hand under her short skirt, fingers hooking the sides of her panties and sliding down to her cunt. She gasped against my mouth, her cry muffled as I pushed my finger deep into her slick warmth. Her pussy clenched instinctively around the intrusion, my knuckles brushing her lips as my thumb ground against her swollen clit.

Her hands beat against my chest, weak and uncoordinated, but she didn’t stop kissing me. The small moans that escaped her were a clear betrayal of her body’s response. I pressed harder, curling my finger to stroke her G-spot, watching her eyes widen in shock and pleasure. She was on the brink, her breath hitching, her body trembling, when she suddenly broke away, staring at me with wild, panicked eyes.

“No! We can’t! I’m married,” she said, her voice shaky and breathless. It sounded more like a desperate attempt to convince herself than to dissuade me. Her flushed cheeks and heaving chest told another story entirely. Her lips still wet from mine, she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, desire, and pleading. “We can’t!!!” she repeated, her tone breaking, as though trying to fight against the pleasure still coursing through her body.

It was incredible how far I’d gotten with this stunning woman. My boldness had paid off—she hadn’t just let me kiss her, she’d allowed my fingers to claim her pussy. Any resistance she’d shown was half-hearted, her body betraying her desire at every turn. But now, it was time to push her over the edge, to strip away the last shred of inhibition and make her surrender completely. The tx34 would handle that perfectly.

I wrapped my right hand around her neck, gently but firmly pulling her closer until her lips were just a breath away from mine. My index finger, still holding the glob of tx34-laced cream, pressed against her skin. As I smeared it across her neck, I captured her mouth in another deep, hungry kiss.

I knew what was coming next, the signs were immediate. Her resistance faltered, her trembling body giving in. Her clit swelled under my touch, her pussy growing slicker by the second. Her tongue darted into my mouth, no longer tentative but full of need. Her hands slid up from my chest, no longer pushing me away, but pulling me closer, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Her passion ignited like wildfire, her lips crashing against mine with raw intensity. Her enormous tits pressed against my chest, soft and full, suffocating in their perfection. I didn’t stop, my fingers working furiously, plunging in and out of her soaked cunt while my thumb teased her swollen clit. Her muffled moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips grinding against my hand as she lost herself in the sensation.

But there wasn’t time to let her climax alone. Someone could walk in at any moment. I couldn’t wait another second. Freeing my rock-hard cock from my pants, I spun her around, her dress sliding up to reveal a delicate lace tanga. It was expensive, no doubt, but I didn’t bother to remove it, just pushed it aside and buried myself in her soaking wet pussy in one hard thrust.

She gasped, her eyes wide as she propped herself up on the sink, gripping it tightly with both arms. Her gaze flicked to the mirror, catching sight of my thick shaft disappearing into her tight cunt, her face a mix of shock and unbridled arousal.

We locked eyes in the mirror, her reflection a perfect mix of shock and raw pleasure as my cock plunged relentlessly into her tight, soaking pussy. Her hips rolled back to meet each thrust, her movements growing more desperate with every second. With one hand, I unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal those perfect, heaving tits. My hands were on them instantly, kneading the soft flesh and teasing her hardened nipples between my fingers. She let out a little squeak when I pinched them, her head tilting back slightly as a fresh wave of heat rushed through her.

Grabbing a cotton towel, I pressed it to her mouth to muffle her increasingly loud moans. Her cries were too wild to ignore, the sound of her pleasure filling the small room, making my cock throb harder. I slammed into her with even more force, her firm ass bouncing against me as if begging for more. Her pussy clung to me like a vice, wetter with every stroke, the heat almost unbearable. It was so tight it rivaled virgin Heather’s, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of her husband’s pathetic attempts to stretch her with his tiny cock.

Then it happened. Her body began to quake, her pussy tightening impossibly around me as she was hit by a powerful orgasm. I didn’t let up, driving into her harder, making her climax last longer, pushing her straight into another. Her pretty model-perfect face contorted in ecstasy, her lips parted in a silent scream, her cheeks flushed. It was a sight too good to ignore.

Pulling out my phone, I snapped a few pictures, capturing every detail: her blissed-out face, her exposed, jiggling melons, and my thick shaft glistening with her juices as it slid in and out of her cunt. I even recorded a short video, zooming in on her bouncing tits, her flushed cheeks, and the way her pussy stretched around me. These moments would destroy the internet if they ever got out, but for now, they were mine alone. Having these trophies, these explicit reminders of my conquest, filled me with a heady sense of power.

Eventually, the urgency of our surroundings crept back into my mind, a reminder that someone could walk in at any moment. The thought only heightened the raw excitement, spurring me to let go completely. Gripping her hips tightly, I slammed into her with abandon, the rhythm brutal, unrelenting, until the pressure in my balls reached its peak.

The explosion came like a torrent, my cock throbbing violently as I pumped thick, hot streams of cum deep into her pussy. Each spurt sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, my grip on her hips tightening as I rode out the overwhelming waves of ecstasy. She shuddered beneath me, her cunt clenching around my shaft, milking me dry as if her body craved every drop. I stayed buried inside her for a moment longer, savoring the sensation of her heat, the way her pussy seemed to pulse around me, unwilling to let go.

Her body went limp, slumping against the sink as her breathing came in heavy gasps. Her eyes remained closed, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in the dazed afterglow of her climax. She looked utterly wrecked, her perfect tits still heaving with every labored breath.

I took a step back, pulling my softening cock out of her, glistening with a mix of our juices. A strand of my cum dripped from her swollen lips, the lewd sight making my cock twitch despite its recent release. As she slumped against the sink, still dazed and panting, my gaze drifted to her purse. Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached inside, snapping a quick picture of her ID. Julia. Her name suited her elegance, though the thought of this high-class beauty bent over and filled to the brim made it all the more thrilling.

My eyes then caught on a pair of nail scissors in her bag, and an idea struck me. Without hesitation, I grabbed them and snipped her delicate lace tanga, slipping the flimsy, damp fabric into my pocket as a trophy of my conquest. She didn’t stir, too lost in the haze of her pleasure, her head resting against the mirror, lips still parted, a faint smile lingering on her flushed face.

I tucked the ruined panties into my bag, zipped up, and straightened my clothes. As I glanced back at her one last time, her spent, radiant form was the perfect reminder of my conquest. No one would believe this goddess had just been bent over and filled in a public restroom.

Satisfied and victorious, I left the bathroom, a cocky grin on my face, the warmth of my release still coursing through me as I went back upstairs to my waiting girlfriend, not bothering to see if Julia had regained her composure.

It had barely been ten minutes since I’d excused myself, and Susan was still indulging in her second dessert, completely oblivious. I slid back into my seat, pretending to listen to her ramble about twin strollers, though my mind replayed the heated encounter in the basement. The feeling of Julia’s tight cunt gripping me, her muffled moans, and the sight of my cum dripping from her swollen lips played on repeat in my head.