Can't Get Enough (6 page)

I pulled him discreetly into the windowless room, full of noisy copiers and printers. It was stifling hot in there. I fanned myself and undid a few buttons of my blouse.

“I need you, Mukesh.”

My friend grinned and adjusted his tie. “Well, I am much in demand nowadays. All the ladies love me.” He was so full of himself, but I tried to not get annoyed at the Mukesh Singh PR machine.

“Less talk. More cock.”

“Now?” Mukesh looked around. “Here?” He looked like he was about to object for a moment, but then he puffed out his chest, and grinned even wider. “Damn, Kim. You sure are one kinky girl.” Mukesh pushed the door to the copier room shut with his foot. His hand was at his belt a second later. I sank to my knees. Mukesh wasn't fully hard, but he was getting there. I kissed the head of his cock. It twitched against my lips. Mukesh tasted great. Even if his cum didn't have an effect on me, I'd do this every day if I could. I just couldn't get enough. I licked up and down, savouring the fragrant tang of his pale brown skin, all sea salt, cologne and precum. The copy machines continued to whir and clunk around us. The odd sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. Mukesh made low appreciative noises, but then he squeaked. His hand went to my head. “Shit. I almost forgot, my boss asked me to get a report ten minutes ago.” His hand gripped my hair harder. I didn't know if he was trying to pull me away, or if he was holding on for dear life. “I've gotta get back to his office before he comes looking for me.”

I ran my hand along the length of his cock, coaxing him to be quiet. I just had to taste his spunk. My wish was granted mere moments later when Mukesh erupted in my mouth. I swallowed once, twice. Mukesh staggered back against a large printer, groaning. I wiped the last traces of sticky fluid from the corner of my lips. I felt a surge of happiness flowing through me. I wondered if it was my new superpower, or just the fact that I'd blown my friend in a library.

Mukesh tucked himself back in. “Kim, you're gonna kill me.”

“I hope not. I need you, mate.”

Mukesh straightened his tie. “Look, I hate to come and go, but I have to deliver this report to my boss man or he'll have my head.” Mukesh bent to retrieve a stack of papers from the printer behind him. “Shit. I think the last page of the report is stuck in there.” He started pulling at a drawer on the large printer, but it wouldn't budge.

I had a sudden thought. “Let me try.” I gently pulled at the drawer. The whole thing shot out into my hand and slammed against the far wall. My eyes went wide.

Mukesh looked at the printer, and back to me. “When did you get so strong?”

I looked down at my hands; they appeared ordinary enough. Maybe my friend's cum had done something to me after all. I took a chance. I gripped the side of the printer. I lifted the entire thing as if it weighed nothing at all. Mukesh scrambled backward to the door, his mouth open with shock. After a few astonished seconds he moved closer to me. “Do that again,” he said with a smile.

Mukesh delivered the report to his boss, and then we both snuck out of the library. We went to Steve's home. I sucked my cabdriver buddy, and then lifted his refrigerator with one hand. After the initial shock and a string of expletives, he gave Mukesh a high-five.

I was a cum-powered superwoman! It was incredible. I had never needed a reason to enjoy cock before, but now I felt like I was on a mission, energized by primeval forces. Mukesh and Steve were over the moon too; I was rampant in getting them in the sack. They loved my transformation.

My third lover, Lester, took a different approach to the whole
thing. I hadn't seen Lester in months. I was hungry for a taste of his good stuff. However he kept me at arm's length. “Kim, I've been doing some research on your…” He waved his hand in the vague direction of his groin. “I've done some research on your condition. You're not the first woman to be affected by the properties of spermatozoa.” Lester loved to sound clinical. He clicked on his computer keyboard, bringing up an old-fashioned illustration that I recognized. “There's a guy I knew once who said Sleeping Beauty was awakened by ejaculate, and not a kiss.”

I made a disgusted face. “You think Prince Charming blew his load over a sleeping woman?”

“Maybe the guy who told me that was a horny dog.” Lester brought up another web page. “And then I found this.” A photo of a very pretty woman appeared onscreen. “Meet Paula Carlton. Or the Amazon Punisher, as she sometimes likes to call herself.” Another photo popped up. This time Paula was wearing a skimpy costume, but she had a fierce look on her face and a coiled whip in her hand. “I met Paula at a gaming convention. She was totally into me, I'm sure of it. Anyway, I was drunk as a skunk on a Saturday night, but she carried me back to my hotel room.” Lester made a strange motion. “I mean, she just slung me over her shoulder and carried me to bed. I don't remember too much, but she told me she could do what you could. I didn't believe her until now.” Lester sighed to himself, suddenly looking dreamy. “I thought she was just really strong. Boy, I wish I'd stayed awake long enough for her to ravage me.” I hit him on the arm. “What I'm trying to say is, we should all meet and see if we can put certain theories to the test. If this is what happens to you when you're exposed to male ejaculate, what will happen when you get some from another woman?” He looked deadly serious. “Girls can squirt too, under the right circumstances. And that's why I'm keeping my dick out
of your grasp.” He gave me a rueful smile. “For science.”

I looked at the photo of the Amazon, surprised at a new stirring inside me. I'd only been intimate with a woman once before. It was nice and all, but I'd never thought too much about it. Now I pondered the idea of being with Paula, and I found it excited me. I just had to meet her.

Lester organized it all. I sat in my apartment several weeks later, feeling incredibly nervous about meeting the new woman. I wasn't even sure what to call her. Addressing someone as Ms. Punisher seemed a little formal.

I wore strappy heels and a short flirty dress that was feminine in the extreme. My reddish hair was styled into a mound of soft curls. Dangly earrings and a dusting of makeup completed my outfit. I wanted to impress upon Paula just how womanly I was. I didn't want her to see me as any kind of a threat.

My three lovers lounged about on the floor, all tapping away on their cell phones and their tablet computers. They hardly paid me any mind. That all changed when Paula arrived.

The Amazon barreled into my room with a look of outright lust on her face. “Lester was right. You're gorgeous,” she said breathlessly. “We've got to have sex immediately.”

“What?” I squeaked. “Don't you want to talk about our abilities first?” I tried to step away, but Paula dragged me into an embrace. “We could all have some coffee and a chat. How's that sound?” Paula ignored me. She just nuzzled the side of my neck.

My three lovers all stood wide-eyed with shock.

Mukesh was the first to speak. “I think you should have sex too.”

Steve was practically buzzing with excitement. “Yeah, it will be great to see what happens when you get some woman's cum inside you.”

I looked to Lester. “This has got to be a dream,” he whispered. He ran to his satchel in a corner, pulling some equipment out. “We have to film it too. For the sake of science.”

I managed to break free from the Amazon. “Okay. I'll agree to the sex.” I glared at Lester. “But not to the filming.”

My mandate didn't seem to bother Lester at all. “Fine. I'll just take detailed notes.” He was such a nerd.

I turned to Paula. “Are you certain about this? You don't know anything about me.”

Paula pulled me close once more. She was gentle as she ran a hand over the bare skin of my collarbone. “I've felt like such a freak for ages. Everyone's too afraid to get close. I longed to meet someone like me.” She kissed me briefly. “And now that I have, it's impossible to keep my hands off you.” She smiled at me. “I just can't get enough.” Paula seemed so earnest that I couldn't resist her. I felt myself relax in her arms.

I kissed Paula lightly on the lips. I felt her fingers travel down my back as I dotted little kisses all over her face and neck. We moved together slowly, dancing a slow-dance of desire that grew with every passing moment. We maneuvred our way to my sofa, landing in a heap. Paula squeezed my breast with a gentle touch. I was really glad that she had calmed down some. This would only be my second time with a woman. I didn't want to get it wrong. I wedged my knee against her cunt. I could feel the wiry curls of her pubic hair. Of course the Amazon wouldn't wear knickers. Paula made a low groan. She ground herself against me as I pushed a little harder.

“I think you should both aim to climax simultaneously,” Lester called out. Mukesh and Steve hit him, urging him to be quiet.

I turned my attention back to Paula. She drew up the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head in a sweep. My hair became
tangled, but I didn't care at all. My initial apprehension at being with a woman had vanished once she got me naked. I sat astride her hips and then bent down to kiss her again. Paula's tongue touched mine. I sucked on it just like I would suck on a cock. It was absolutely delicious. I could have continued that endeavor all day, but I suddenly jolted upright as Paula's fingers nudged my clit. She circled me with sticky fingers, and then she plunged inside with a welcome thrust. I surged atop her as she added another finger inside me. I reached up to squeeze my own tits, rolling a nipple between the fingers of each hand. I'd never expected any of this, but I was suddenly glad that my obsession with cock had brought me here.

“You are a goddess,” Paula breathed. “Please let me suck your pussy.”

All three men groaned out loud at that statement. I spared them a brief glance as I got comfy in a new position, flat on my back on the sofa. My lovers each had a hand in their trousers. Mukesh looked as if he were about to explode. Well, it wasn't about men's cum anymore. I was determined to make Paula give me some of her good stuff too. I turned her so we lay in a sixty-nine pose. I had about a second to see her furry cunt above me, before she lowered herself onto my face. I breathed in her warm scent, and then set to work licking and sucking her labia and clit. I used two fingers inside her, just as she had done to me. Paula's sticky fluids coated my face. It felt like I was being bathed in cum. It was wonderful.

I felt a fiery sensation build in my cunt as Paula brought me closer to my orgasm. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing to her, but in the end I just gave myself over to it. I shook beneath her as I was rocked by a massive climax. After a few blissful moments I sagged back on the sofa cushions. Paula eased herself off me, looking very satisfied. I was pretty pleased too.
For my second time with a woman, I hadn't done too badly.

Paula put two wet fingers into her mouth. I knew she was sucking on my cum. For some reason it made me pulse with an aftershock. I looked down at my own fingers, took a breath and then did the same thing.

I felt my pupils dilate as I sucked my fingers clean. My skin grew impossibly hot. I looked at Paula and knew that she was feeling the same way. My toes curled with the intense pleasure that rushed through me, even though I was sore from my orgasm.

Paula held my hand. I could feel tremors through her fingertips, a fluttering lightness that mirrored my own response.

Lester shook his head. “I don't know if anything new happened, but that was amazing. Just think what it would be like if we had an orgy!”

Mukesh and Steve suddenly broke out of their shocked state to grin at me.

Lester scribbled in his notebook. “We could take it in turns to come inside you.”

“You'd be unstoppable!” Mukesh said with enthusiasm.

“Let's make it happen.” Steve started unbuckling his belt.

Paula nodded her head. She smiled a lovely smile at me, not looking remotely like an Amazon Punisher. I was just happy to have more sex with some good people. I'd always known I couldn't get enough cock, but now it appeared that I couldn't get enough cunt either.

I pulled Paula along with me as we rushed to my bedroom. And if our feet moved light and quick, it wasn't just our speed. It was because gravity had no hold on us. It was the best and only way to fly.

HIS SUBJECT

Madison Einhart

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tay still.” His voice was so commanding, so matter-of-fact. Anything less would be unacceptable. Carter sat high on his stool, positioned in front of a stained, wooden easel. An oversized canvas hid all but half his body—that white dress shirt with its share of paint stains, haphazardly rolled up against the thickness of his arms. His jeans were equally war torn, a spatter of orange here, yellow there. He sat with his knees cocked, feet resting on his oak throne. With a long drag from his cigarette, he lifted his loaded paintbrush to his painting once again.

Carter was a stern man. Being an “artist” came with a lot of unfortunate stigmas—a lack of money, a lack of work, a lack of respect—but the only black marks allowed in Carter's life were self made, purposely, in his compositions. He was an exhibition champion, a gallery feature, a master. His posture, his sneer, they all reflected his unwavering confidence. There was always such intensity in the depth of his dark, brown eyes. He stared at his canvas like an enemy, like an obstacle to overcome. Even
his brushstrokes were visibly confident. They always were, just as his curly brown hair always looked a disheveled, frustrated mess. There wasn't time to brush the stray hair out of his face. He was far too busy taming the monster that was his creative intent, forcing the canvas to do his bidding. Leaning to the side and peering at his subject once again, he frowned.