Coming for the Chemist - Sex Stories

Coming for the Chemist

... cum. “There’s something gratifying about the feel of it shooting into my mouth, and I love the taste of it,” she had said. Then as she was stroking me she told me how it turns her on to make a guy come with her hands and to watch it spurt and run down all over her hands, which is what happened within a very few minutes. “Guys just can’t come enough to satisfy us sometimes,” she said as we were dressing. “But I have been experimenting and I have what I think is a perfect solution,” she said proudly. “Really? What is it?” I asked. “It’s a pill similar to Viagra but instead of controlling the blood to the penis it enhances the prostate’s ability to produce sperm, a lot of it in a short period of time,” she explained. “There is a good side and a bad side to it from what I can tell. First it allows you to come, actually produce sperm every fifteen minutes up to a period of four hours. But the bad side is that once you take the pill, it kills your sperm count and you probably won’t ever be able to have children.” I gasped at her information. “You mean a simple pill will let me come every fifteen minutes and I don’t have to worry about impregnating a woman?” “Technically, yes, but you can’t take more than one pill in a twenty-four hour period or it may cause serious damage to your prostate,” she warned. “Write a prescription, or give me some if you have any; I’d love to try it,” I begged. “I’ll give you some, only when you’re with me, but you can have other women with us to see how it works,” she said. She was in the process of showing me her stash of her experimental pills when we heard the garage door open. I kissed her passionately and dashed for the front door to race out to my car at the front curb. “Call me!” I whispered back to her. “I’ll call you as soon as I can line up some friends to join us one afternoon,” she answered. (There is so much more possible if readers think this is worth please?”