Drug Makes her Addicted to Semen Ch. 05

As the scientist held Taylor's face in check, Steve's abdomen flared up in electrifying spasms, as he rocked his hips forward in tight, staccato pokes, each push causing a jet of semen to launch deep into the defenceless girl's belly.

"HHHhaaaaarrrrggghh!" he grunted hard, emptying what was left in his scrotum far up towards Taylor's ovaries.

"MMMmmwwwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Taylor screamed through Charlotte's kiss, the drug causing her own repeat-orgasm with Steve's injection. She collapsed forward into Charlotte's embrace, the scientist simply holding the girl and whispering, "Shhh...shhhh...shhhh...it's all ok..."

Many minutes later, the three were on their feet, an awkward silence filling the lab as they all sorted out their clothes and appearances.

"You're a fucking asshole," Taylor finally said to Steve.

"I...I didn't want to inject you..." Steve began.

"Shut up!" Taylor hissed at him. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Tay?" Charlotte gently interjected, trying to play peacemaker, "You're going to need him now, right? You...you really can't go revealing any of this..."

"You...you keep quiet too..." Taylor looked at Charlotte, less angrily than she had at Steve. "If I'm going to need to keep seeing him, then...then I want YOU there lots of times too...I'll keep quiet...I need to...but you need to be there too sometimes..."

"O-Okay, honey, whatever you want!" Charlotte placated the angry girl. "I'll see what I can do. It'll be a little secret threesome, ok? The Three Musketeers!"

"I've got to go..." Taylor told them grudgingly, "I'm supposed to go and actually meet with my bridesmaids in an hour..."

"Ohhh, honey, have fun..." Charlotte smiled, happy that the storm seemed to have blown over.

After the ensorcelled girl left, Steve looked at Charlotte, "Ok, I can't thank you enough. I have no idea how I'm going to cope with all these women, but thanks, I guess. By the way, were you serious about what you said, about being curious to try the drug?"

Charlotte looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "If you even consider coming near me with that stuff, I'm literally going to kill you...ok? You got that? I'm going to KILL you..." She scowled and strode off, leaving the lab.

A week later, Steve was on his back on a hotel bed underneath Taylor, the girl in her wedding dress relentlessly riding him, rhythmically undulating her hips on Steve's waist. He was buried deep in the just-married woman's middle.

"Oh...oh my God..." Steve drawled under the suction of the female's gyrating.

"Shut your fucking mouth you asshole..." Taylor scowled at him, her hands, one bearing the shiny new wedding ring placed on her finger a mere hour earlier, balancing her upper body by resting on Steve's chest. "Shut the fuck up and just cum in me..."

The wedding day had arrived, and Steve was NOT on the guest list. As Taylor stammered through her vows in front of family and friends, a proud Dr. Phelps looking on, the flaming burn for Steve's cum began to course through the hapless woman! At the very altar of her nuptials! In a sweat only partly caused by the wedding's pressure, Taylor and her newly-minted husband promenaded out of the church beside the hotel where many of the wedding guests were staying. Taylor had had to think of an excuse to tell her new hubby to get about a half-hour alone. Saying she wanted to touch up her makeup before the wedding photos, she had quickly texted Steve to get his ass over to the hotel.

Taylor's dress was now cinched up around her waist so as not to rumple it, as her white stockinged-legs straddled the man, her tummy writhing back and forth, hungry for the load of white relief. That slim, firm belly now bore a developing embryo, planted there a week before. The new wife's white panties lay in a heap on the floor.

Steve couldn't help but return her angry words with a little sass, and he reached up and fondled the small, pert breasts on the woman's heaving chest.

Taylor angrily slapped his hands away. "Stop that! These aren't yours!" she retorted. "They should be for Peter! My husband is waiting for me down there and I'm stuck having to fuck YOU...my first time after my wedding!" She gasped. "This is supposed to be my husband's turn! This is supposed to be for HIM!" Taylor looked like she was going to kill Steve with her piercing glare. "At least you brought those test tubes...I'm going on my honeymoon for a week. If you hadn't brought those I would have chopped your fucking balls off and brought THOSE instead..."

Steve couldn't help but lose himself in the gyrating of that white wedding dress...

"HHHHaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" He yelled, pumping repeated shots of semen deep up into the rocking woman.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhrrrrrnnnnn!" Taylor screamed arching her back, Steve's seed causing her own release. Her hot blood began to cool after her body hungrily absorbed the molten white life.

Short minutes later, Taylor had straightened herself out.

"Fuck you to hell," she shot at Steve over her shoulder, trotting out of the room and towards the elevator, a wet white line of semen slowly creeping down one of the girl's stockings.

A week and a half later on a Wednesday evening, a tired Steve was getting ready to zoom over to Taylor's house. Her husband was away on his night shift and the newlywed had arranged for Steve to come and tend to her burning need. Steve was screwing up his resolve, preparing himself for another acid tongue-lashing from the irate, but enslaved woman. Charlotte was supposed to come over this time, too. Suddenly, his land-line phone rang. Picking it up, Steve heard the frantic voice of Keri on the line.

"Oh my God, Steve...I've got to see you...it started about 10 minutes ago...Eric is home now, so you can't come here...I've got to meet you at your place. Stay the fuck there. You'd better be there when I get there you asshole...you'd just better be there...fuck I hate this...!"

"But, but Keri, wait..." Steve stammered. Abruptly, a series of knocks pounded on his front door. "Hold on, Keri...just wait, I...I'll be right back..."

Putting the phone down, Steve hastily got to the door and pulled it open. There stood a flustered Maria, a worried look on her beautiful face,

"Ayy, Gracias a Dios!" she gasped. "I...I need you, quickly...Juan is supposed to be home to pick me up in 40 minutes...we have a dinner at a restaurant...it burns...!"

Steve started to panic. [What the fuck am I going to DO??] He thought...

His thoughts were interrupted by a cell phone text message. Glancing at the text, he saw Stacy's contact pop open.

"Steeeeeeve..." the bouncy, impregnated 19 year-old texted, "I'm just going in to the cabana...come and get me...and you'd better make it fasssssst!! I'm burning upppp...or you can take me in the poooool..."

"What's...what's wrong..?" a sweating Maria asked, stepping into the front hall.

Steve started to hyperventilate. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His cell phone tweedled again with a call. [Shit, I hear you, Stacy, I got your friggin' message!] Steve thought. But when he actually looked at the phone, it turned out to be a cell phone call from Tatiana's number. Closing his eyes, Steve swiped to answer it. "Hi..." He squeaked.

"Ahh, goot, dahlink, goot...I am up the block in limo...you come now, dahlink...is bad...is very bad now..."

As Steve lowered his cell phone, he noticed his hand shaking like a leaf in a stiff wind. He looked up, as if an answer was somehow written on his ceiling.

What the fuck was he going to possibly DO...?

[Well, what the fuck IS he going to do? I need your answers in the comments section below!! I hope you've enjoyed the series as much as I've enjoyed writing it!]

End of Chapter 5