Innocence Lost

“”Innocence Lost” tells of a trip to the beach that takes an unexpected turn when I am exposed in public by a girlfriend. Being ‘forced’ to be naked in public fulfils long time fantasy and awakens dormant exhibitionist desires, unlocking the door to a new exciting life.

It is a true story. No names have been changed to ensure that the guilty are fully implicated.

Although there is a degree of coercion involved, the participation of the parties is consensual. I believe that everyone is free to choose what he or she does in all aspects of their lives and where to draw the line. This is especially true in for relationships, love, and participation in sexual activities.

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Ingenue”

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My name is Catherine. I am twenty-seven years old and live in Adelaide, Australia. I am single, well sort of. I have a boyfriend but I don’t think he is really ‘the one’, if you know what I mean, so the less said about him the better.

For those of you who care and are statistically minded I am above average height at around 168 cm, slim weighing 52 kilograms and my so called vital statistics, don’t ask me what is so vital about them, are 83,57,84. Yes we are metric down under.

To complete the picture I have long dark hair, brown eyes, a warm smile and a great butt. I am very happy with what I see when I look in the mirror, although, I have no illusions about ever being asked to become the next face of Revlon or ever making it as a Playboy centrefold.

One morning last Summer I awoke to find the sun streaming in through my bedroom window. It looked like another perfect Adelaide Summer day.

Sara, my housemate was already up. I could hear her clunking around in the kitchen, presumably getting breakfast.

It was Sunday, I looked at the clock and it was just after ten. The past few weeks had been very hectic and I was not in any hurry to get up. A few extra minutes in bed would be a rare indulgence.

I stretched, kicked off the sheet and looked at my naked body. Not too bad, I thought as I lay there struggling to wake up from a deep restful sleep.

I observed my small B cup breasts, flat stomach, shaved pubic area and long slender legs.

Instinctively, my fingers grazed my breasts, pausing briefly to tease my sensitive nipples until they were hard and standing erect, then continuing down over my stomach, coming to rest lightly on my smooth, and already moist labia.

As if they had a mind of their own, two of my fingers started moving in a slow clockwise circular motion around my distended clitoris, momentarily pausing to lubricate with the juices from my wet pussy.

I remember experiencing a sense of detachment, as if a ghostly lover was in my bed leading me on a sensual journey that would take me to a glorious early morning orgasm.

As the familiar sensations began to spread through my body I let myself surrender to the pleasure thinking, oh fuck yes, an orgasm would be the perfect to start the day.

With out conscious thought my fingers increased the speed and the pressure as they circled and stimulated my throbbing clitoris. It seemed that they understood and fully appreciated my need and were committed to give me the ultimate pleasure.

I could feel the signs of an approaching orgasm and my whole body was trembling in anticipation when the door suddenly opened and Sara, bless her heart, came into my room carrying a tray with freshly made vegetable juice, half a grapefruit and some lightly buttered, wholemeal toast.

“Good morning Catherine,” she beamed, looking absolutely delicious in her small yellow bikini.

The sight of Sara’s trim body, cute pert breasts, prominent nipples and small tight ass, barely covered by her tiny bikini stirred desires in me that I reluctantly pushed aside as I remembered last night’s arrangement to spend today at the beach.

“Don’t want to rush you sleepyhead, but the sun is shining and the beach is waiting. She paused, then added with a wry knowing smile and a laugh, “And from where I am standing, it looks like a dip in some cold water is probably just what you need.”

I don’t think she actually saw me playing with myself, but I’m sure she knew what had been going on behind the door only moments before she made her untimely entrance.

I was still lying there on my bed completely naked and my state of arousal and hard, erect nipples were very obvious. She probably noticed my moist, sticky fingers and wet puffy labia that were tingling from the recent attention of my phantom lover’s tender but demanding fingers.

I sat up, trying to discreetly wipe my juices from my fingers while pulling the sheet up to my waist, as she to set the breakfast tray down on my lap. As she took her hand away the back of her fingers ‘accidentally’ brushed my breast lingering for an instant on my hard, sensitive nipple.

She looked at me and smiled.

Just to set the record straight Sara and I are not lovers. She is gay and has a girlfriend. I love her dearly and often fantasise about making love to her but I would never do anything to jeopardise her relationship or our very special and treasured friendship. Of course the fact that we do not have an intimate sexual relationship does not stop us flirting with each other and we know each other’s most private secrets, desires, hopes, dreams and of course fantasies.

“Sara!” I exclaimed, feigning surprise at her touch while delighting in the brief physical contact that sent a pleasant thrill from my breast to my very core adding to the dampness between my legs.

“Hush Catherine, eat your breakfast and let’s get down to the beach, I am dying to go for a swim this morning.”

To say I love the beach is an understatement. The freedom of being almost naked, feeling the warm sun on my bare skin and the sensation of gliding silently through cold, clear, salty water are simple pleasures, which really take some beating. Like Sara, I couldn’t wait.

By the time I had showered and changed Sara had her car out of the garage and was sitting in the driver’s seat waiting for me.

We had decided not to go to Maslin’s, the only legal nude beach near Adelaide, so bikinis were the order of the day. I had chosen my favourite small black bikini. It is the briefest in my collection, apart from a pair with g-string bottoms, which I thought might not be appropriate for a visit to a popular family beach.

As we drove to the beach we chatted about girl stuff and soon found ourselves parking, locking the car and looking for a nice spot on the beach.

It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue, there was no wind and the sea was calm with just a small wave breaking close to the shore. As it was still quite early the beach was relatively uncrowded.

As we put our towels and bags on the sand I said to Sara, “Race you to the water.”

As if not interested such a childish suggestion, Sara pretended to ignore me and made as if to settle down on the sand. Then, without warning, she took off as fast as she could for the surf, looking back over her shoulder and calling, “Come on Catherine, catch me if you can.”

Her sudden move took me by surprise giving her a few metres start but I caught her just as she reached knee deep water. I put my hands on her shoulders, pushed, and we both went crashing headlong into the oncoming wave.

We swam, body surfed and played in the water until we were both exhausted and then made our way back to our towels. I spread my towel on the sand and lay down to rest and relax while soaking up some glorious sunshine.

As we sat on the beach eating salad and drinking some wonderful chilled Riesling I was thinking that life could not get much better than this.

As the hours drifted past we dozed and by what I guessed was mid afternoon it was quite warm and certainly time for another swim, maybe the last one before heading home. I turned to Sara, who appeared to be asleep, leaned over kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered in her ear to let her know that I was going into the water.

Sara stirred, dreamily opened her eyes and said, “Hang on Catherine, I’ll come with you I need to cool off too.”

She got up, took off her sunglasses and said, with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I dare you to go in without your top this time.”

Surprised by her suggestion, I hesitated, then lamely managed to say, “What Sara?”

“You heard me Catherine, I dare you to go swimming topless and show everyone on the beach your cute little breasts. Come on it will be fun.”

Well it may have been the wine or maybe just the thought of the pleasure of swimming without my bikini top but I found myself thinking that it was a great idea. Of course, I’m absolutely sure my interest had nothing to do with my sense of excitement about the prospect of having my breasts exposed in public.

Being topless was really nothing new, after all we regularly went to Maslin’s where it was legal to swim naked and sometimes went topless at other beaches if there were not too many people around, but this was different. Here we were at a popular and now quite crowded public beach, where the sight of women swimming topless was virtually unknown or at least very rare.

I turned to look at Sara who had a huge smile on her face. “I will if you do Sara,” I said, naively thinking that Sara would probably chicken out.

I should have known better, because with out hesitating Sara reached around and undid the tie on her bikini top, took it off and casually threw it on her towel.

I glanced around and it seemed that no one was taking any notice, except perhaps for one or two sitting close by who were discretely watching us, their curiosity aroused by what was unfolding, or perhaps more correctly, who was undressing, in front of them.

“Well Catherine,” Sara said with a big grin, “Now it’s your turn.”

Not to be outdone I undid my bikini top, took it off and dropped it on the sand.

I took Sara’s hand, I think for moral support, and we walked casually to the water.

I was aware that now people close by were watching us and the pleasure of having the sunshine and gentle breeze caress my breasts combined with the thought being topless in public had an almost immediate effect with my nipples hardening.

We waded out into the water until we could only just stand. The cool refreshing water was right up to my chin and I could feel the current swirl across my naked breasts and now aching nipples.

Sara came over and put her hands on my waist. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, “You love this don’t you Catherine.”

“What do you mean Sara?” I asked innocently.

“You know very well what I mean Catherine, you like exposing yourself in public, you enjoy exhibiting yourself, it turns you on.”

Sara knows very well that I have exhibitionist fantasies and would like to expose myself, or even better still be forced to expose myself in public by someone else.

“Well Catherine,” Sara smiled, “Today one of your fantasies is going to come true.” With that she pulled the string ties at both sides of my bikini bottoms and quickly pulled the now separate pieces of material away.

Taken by surprise, I was slow to react and Sara struck out for the shore swimming with quick, powerful strokes.

I went after her but before I could catch her she was in shallow water and wading for the shore. At that stage I realised I couldn’t go after her without everyone on the beach seeing that I was naked.

Sara stood at the water’s edge, idly twirling my bikini bottoms in the air. “Come on Catherine,” she teased me. “Come and get them.”

“Sara”, I pleaded, “You can’t do this to me, please.”

“Oh yes I can Catherine, and I am doing it. You will have to come out of the water sooner or later and, by the way, I am leaving in fifteen minutes so if you don’t come out by then….”

She left the sentence unfinished but the implication was clear. If I did not come out of the water soon I would have no way of getting home. And, oh my god, if Sara took my clothes when she left…. The very thought sent shivers of fear and excitement down my spine.

“Sara,” I called from my position crouched in the shallow water, “Please don’t do this to me, not here, there are too many people.”

“Now, Catherine don’t be such a baby, I know you want this, I know you are already tingling. Anyway, better make up your mind soon because I’m out of here in, well, now let’s make it ten minutes.”

With that she turned and walked back to her towel and bag. I watched as she put on her bikini top, folded her towel and put it in her bag. She bent down, picked up my bikini top from where I had dropped it and put it, together with my bottoms in her bag.

Sara looked at me and waved. She held up my towel and beckoned me to come and get it.

I reasoned that I couldn’t stay in the water forever and sanctuary in the form of my towel was only, I guessed forty or fifty meters away.

I took a deep breath and stood up. The water was barely up to mid thigh so I was totally exposed but I walked, with as much confidence as I could muster, out of the water and up the beach.

Well, if only a few people noticed us walk down to the water topless, I don’t think anyone missed me walking up the beach completely naked. I felt as if every eye was on me. I was aware that my small breasts were jiggling as I walked, my nipples were hard and my bald pussy was very much on display.

Out of a sense of dignity, I resisted the urge to run the short distance to the safety of my towel. I walked proudly and purposefully hoping that my unsteady legs would not betray me, knowing that Sara was right I did want this, I did enjoy it, it did turn me on.

At last I reached the spot where Sara was waiting for me holding my towel. She wrapped it around me and took me in her arms.

I heard isolated pockets of applause, some complimentary comments, as well as one female voice telling someone, maybe a boyfriend, not to “look at that disgusting slut walking up the beach.”

Sara gave me a kiss on the cheek as she held me tightly, “Well done baby, I knew you could do it, you were magnificent.”

I struggled to reply, my pulse was racing and I was having difficulty breathing, so I just gave up trying to get out any words and simply nodded.

“That good was it?” Sara laughed. Again I simply nodded, because it was.

I would never have thought that something so simple as walking naked up the beach in front of a shocked but mostly admiring crowd would get me so aroused. My nipples were aching, thankfully getting some relief from being pressed against Sara’s body as she held me. My pussy was tingling; in fact it was throbbing demanding attention that I could not give it. Not just yet anyway.

Sara turned, picked up her bag and turned to walk towards the car.

“Sara.” I called after her, “What about my bikini?”

She turned and smiled back over her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry Catherine it is safely in my bag and if you are very good I will give it to you when we get home.”

I tried to adjust the towel so that it covered all the bits that should be covered but it was hopeless. As I followed Sara to the car I was acutely aware that everyone behind me had an unobstructed view of my naked ass. No doubt the people in front of me could see my bald pussy as the towel flared up with each stride I took as I ran to catch up to her.

I caught Sara just before she reached the car. “Sara, surely you aren’t going to make me ride all the way home like this?”

“Why not Catherine,” she replied, “I know this is one of your fantasies, I know you want me to make you do it, I can see the excitement in your eyes. I bet your pussy is dripping, isn’t it?”

I knew Sara wasn’t expecting me to answer what was clearly a rhetorical question just as she knew very well that she was absolutely right.

During the short drive home Sara did most of the talking and in no time she stopped the car in the driveway at the front of our house. “Well Catherine here we are and it wasn’t that bad was it?”

True, the drive home had been relatively easy. My towel and the tinted windows of the car combined to hide my nudity from other motorists or pedestrians we passed but they did nothing to dull my excitement and state of arousal. I had to fight an almost overwhelming need to masturbate, to make myself cum, to have the orgasm that now I so desperately needed.

I’m sure Sara wouldn’t have minded if I had thrown off the towel, spread my legs and succumbed to my demanding cunt. In fact I think she would have encouraged me and enjoyed my loss of control and orgasm almost as much as me.

But here we were. I had made it and without totally losing all my self-respect and dignity.

Sara opened the car door saying, “Give me your towel Catherine.”

I hesitated, then passed it to her thinking she would go to the boot and get out my bikini, but instead she headed straight for the front door, put her key in the lock, let her self in and closed the door behind her.

I waited for her to return but there was no sign of her. It was clear that Sara expected me to get out of the car and walk up the driveway to the front door stark naked.

I sat in the car for few minutes not really sure what do to. Being naked on the beach was one thing, but walking from the car to my front door in full view of neighbours who may happen to be watching was a very different matter.

But Sara was right this was one of my fantasies. I did want to be forced to expose myself in public, so taking a deep breath, I opened the car door and stepped out closing the door behind me.

As I started the journey to our front door I heard the ominous sound of the car doors being locked, presumably by Sara with the remote from inside the house.

Slowly, with as much composure as I could muster, I walked up to the front door only to find it locked.

Panic hit me, a sickening feeling right down deep in the pit my stomach. I was stranded, I couldn’t go back to the locked car, all I could do was ring the door bell and hope that Sara would not make me wait too long.

I rang the bell. Seconds passed, maybe minutes. I rang the bell again. I was vaguely aware of cars driving past in the street. Whether people in the cars saw me I don’t really know, but I am sure some of the cars slowed as they went past, maybe to get a better look.

One thing I was acutely aware of was my now urgent need and the incessant throbbing emanating from my loins that seemed to be consuming my whole body and my mind.

I rang the bell again, waited and rang again.

At last the door opened and there was Sara. “Oh, hi Catherine it’s you, I wondered who could be at the door,” she said with a laugh and huge smile as she stood aside to let me in.

“Sara you bitch how could you do that to me?” I scolded her in mock outrage as I rushed past hurrying to get to the privacy of my room.

I closed the door, collapsed on my bed and automatically my hand found it’s way between my legs.

As my fingers made contact with my wet aching pussy and hard throbbing clit I came in one of the most powerful, shattering, orgasms that I have ever experienced that seemed to last for several minutes. My whole body was racked with orgasmic spasms, I felt as if I was suffocating and I am sure that I lost consciousness for a few seconds, maybe longer. Fuck it was amazing! Absolutely fucking wonderful!

As I slowly regained my senses I became aware of the late afternoon sunshine, the sound of birds outside my window, a pleasant dull ache between my legs, a large wet patch on my sheets and the sound of suppressed laughter outside my door.

“Perfect shot!” Bonnie said, congratulating the man who had fired the cannon.

As the men retrieved the dazed little man from the pool the crowd cheered and applauded my sister.

“Bonnie, you’re too much!” Michelle said laughing. “Just too much!”

We all watched as the attendants escorted Joey to the front gate and then pushed him through it, warning him not to come back.

Kira was still standing with us, laughing right along with the rest of the women at Joey’s ignoble exit.

“You’re always welcome here,” Bonnie said to the Amazon. “But your boss is not.”

“I don’t blame you Ms. Olmstead,” she replied. “Joey was very rude to all of you and he got what he deserved.”

“I’m sorry I had to do this, but he had to be taught a lesson.”

“Speaking of lessons,” Cheryl said. “What about our other little friend over there?”

She pointed to the figure of Luis, who was still hanging suspended from the wooden frame.

“Oh, I forgot about him,” Bonnie said, almost as an afterthought.

“You can’t leave him hanging like that Bonnie,” I said. “Take him down.”

“Feeling pity for the man who tried to ruin your career?”

“Please, Bonnie.”

“Sure sis, sure,” she replied.

She sent several of her men to retrieve and dress the now defunct clown as she gave the order to prepare the cannon for another round of fire.

“Are you going to shoot him into the pool too?” Rebecca asked.

“Not quite,” Bonnie replied with a devilish grin.

Luis was led up clothed in a jumpsuit and helmet. He looked disheveled and quite disoriented from his recent ordeal, but that did not stop him from insulting us. I noticed that his hands and feet were not bound, and as such, it took several men to restrain him.

“Go ahead and insult us all you like,” Bonnie said to him, “it only makes my task easier.”

Luis looked at her as if she were a piece of fresh meat.

“You know what I’d like to do to you right now?” he said hoarsely. “I’d like to fuck your brains out!”

Bonnie laughed.

“I’ll bet you would you little prick, but we don’t have time for that right now ’cause you’re going on a little trip.”

“Oh yeah, bitch? You think you’re going to do the same thing to me that you did to that little man?”

“Not exactly,” she replied coyly. “I have a different destination for you in mind.”

All of a sudden his face turned pale as he looked around at the sea of female bodies pressing in all around him.

“Somebody do something!” Luis cried. “Dr. Swensen, don’t let her do this to me!”

“Every action has its consequences Luis,” I said. “You should have thought about that before you stole my formula.”

“Throw the son of a bitch in!” Bonnie ordered her attendants.

“Get away from me you fucking assholes!” he screamed at the men as several pairs of arms reached out to grab him.

Amidst the shouting and cheering of the crowd and amidst Luis’ incessant litany of curses, he was finally forced down into the mouth of the cannon.

“Give my regards to all your drug-dealing friends amigo!” Bonnie shouted as she gave the order to fire the cannon once again.

“You fucking bitch!” cried the voice from within the cannon. “I’m going to fuck you up right up your lily white, Swedish ass, you fucking whore, you…”

Fire!”

The cannon jerked back on its supports, and with a great boom spit the former foul-mouthed little clown high into the night sky at tremendous speed. I could still hear him cursing as he sailed through the air toward the pool. But something was wrong. Unlike Joey before him, his trajectory was off. In fact, he overshot the pool entirely and just kept on arcing higher and higher into the sky until he flew straight over the estate wall, landing headfirst into a grove of apple trees just beyond the surrounding hedges.

“God, that felt good!” Bonnie said with a hearty laugh.

The crowd went wild.

Cheryl and Maria did a little impromptu dance to commemorate the event while Rebecca and I hugged each other with glee. The twins momentarily shared in all the excitement but were soon engaged in an argument and thereafter seemed oblivious to what was going on around them. Kira just looked at them and frowned.

“I’d like to borrow this cannon from you Bonnie,” Michelle said. “There are a few people I’d like to get rid of myself.”

“This thing belongs to Joey Balls,” she replied with a smile. “You’ll have to ask him, if you can find him!”

We all began squealing like a bunch of hyenas. Simply imagining the sight of the insolent dwarf’s recent sojourn through the night sky was enough to provoke fits of laughter from everyone.

“Well, ladies,” Bonnie said. “Show’s over. Time to go home!”

In took well over an hour for the all people to leave. Bonnie made it a point to say goodbye to everyone and she received many well wishes for her birthday as well as congratulations for disposing of the two fools.

After assuring Michelle that I would look into the matter of the “involuntary ejaculation” problem as soon as possible, she left, hugging me warmly. The maids were now cleaning up the house, running back and forth from room to room trying to wipe off the traces of food and drink from the night’s excesses. Rebecca had stayed behind, along with Maria and Cheryl, for a final drink with my sister and me.

“You don’t think we killed him do you?” Cheryl asked me.

“Nope,” I replied. “One of the attendants told me he saw Luis running away.”

“Probably got a few bruises though,” Rebecca said.

“I think we bruised his ego a lot more,” Bonnie chuckled.

Maria looked thoughtful. “I would watch out for him. He’s very crafty. All that clown stuff and everything…I think he will be back.”

“There’s always that chance Maria,” Bonnie said.

“Where’s Philip?” I inquired.

“Somewhere in the house doing something.”

The five of us sat for moment in silence watching the maids hard at work.

“Sis,” Bonnie said suddenly, “I’m sorry for everything. I don’t know what’s happened to Philip. I thought I knew him better.”

“Don’t worry about it Bonnie. The formula is safe again in my hands.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she said, her voice growing softer.

The other girls and I remained silent, waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t speak, Rebecca broke the silence.

“What’s wrong Bonnie?”

My sister took a drink from her glass and spoke slowly.

“I consider all of you my friends, so I feel that I can trust you.”

I felt a confession coming on. The girls, anxious to hear what she had to say, encouraged her to continue. Looking straight at me she began.

“There can be no love without trust right? Well, I don’ think I can trust Philip anymore.”

The maids continued to work around us as we sat silently staring at each other wondering what she was getting at.

“I don’t think I can forgive what he did to you sis. He almost turned me against you.”

She paused to consider her next words.

“I’m not sure if I love him any longer. In fact, I’m thinking of asking him for a divorce.”

At what point my sister had come to this realization I couldn’t tell. The events of the day had depleted her energies and she looked very tired, probably saying things she only half believed or hadn’t truly thought out.

“Bonnie,” I said, “don’t even think about that. You’ve been under a lot of stress today. You need time to relax. Give yourself a day or two and then tell your husband how you feel. Maybe you can work things out.”

“Is that your professional advice, doctor?” she said with a slight smile.

“It is.”

“That’s good advice,” Maria stated solemnly. “Listen to your sister.”

“Absolutely,” Rebecca said. “You don’t want to make any decisions about your future until you’ve had a good night’s rest.”

Bonnie looked at Cheryl.

“And what do you think lady?”

“I want to be shot out of the cannon!” she blurted out, falling to the floor in hysterics.

All of us started laughing right along with her until Bonnie seemed to have regained some of her normal composure.

“Thanks girl, I really needed that.”

Suddenly we heard the sound of screaming coming from an adjoining room. The five of us scrambled to our feet and made a headlong dash toward the source of the commotion. Bonnie was the first one there.

“Oh, my God!” she said as she stood in the doorway leading to her bedroom.

“What is it? I said trying to get a glimpse.

She just stood there in shock.

“For Christ’s sake, let us in!” I shouted.

Pushing her aside, the rest of us moved past her into the room.

“Holy fuck!” Rebecca exclaimed.

The two maids looked at us in horror, their faces and clothes looking like they had passed through a car wash.

“I can’t fucking believe this! I can’t believe it!” Maria exclaimed.

“Wow!” was all Cheryl could say.

There on the bed lay Philip, completely nude. In his hands he held his huge, stiff cock, and it was firing off rope after rope of creamy ejaculate high up in the air—so high that the ceiling above him was completely covered in sperm. Thick globs of his spunk hung precariously from the light fixture above his head and periodically fell down in huge pasty streams onto his body.

“Somebody help me!” he pleaded. “Make it stop!”

“Do something sis!” Bonnie screamed.

“There’s nothing I can do,” I replied. “He’ll stop on his own…eventually.”

The maids, who had tried to come to his aid, had gotten drenched with his out of control orgasm and stood there, like the rest of us, in complete awe at the man who was spurting cum like a fountain. He was experiencing the same “involuntary ejaculation” problem that had happened to Joey Balls earlier in the day.

As we watched Philip continue to ejaculate, I knew something would have to be done immediately. If this side effect of EJAX-472 was happening to him and Joey, then it might be happening to my former test subjects as well. For all my good intentions, I felt as if I had opened up a Pandora’s box.

About a minute later, Philip’s orgasm did indeed end, much to everyone’s relief. Bonnie saw to it that the exhausted man was showered and put to bed. She then had the entire room cleaned from top to bottom. The other girls and I helped her as much as we could and then left. As I stood in the doorway saying goodbye, Bonnie took my hand.

“You’ve got a big problem on your hands sis, much bigger than mine.”

“I know,” I replied. “It’s an anomaly, some strange side effect…I can’t account for it.”

She placed a small black suitcase in my hands.

“All your stolen goods are in here—the drug, the papers, everything. Take them and find out what the hell is going on. Otherwise you’re going to find yourself faced with a ton of lawsuits. And even I may not be able to help you.”

“I’ll get to work on it first thing in the morning,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

“Good luck sis,” she said, as I walked down the steps.

As I made my way to my car I suddenly had a horrible thought. What if the “involuntary ejaculation” problem wasn’t the only side effect of EJAX-472? What if there were others? I thought the drug was safe. It had certainly passed the final testing stages with flying colors. But now I was seriously worried that the drug I had unleashed upon the world in order to solve men’s sexual dysfunctions would only serve to create new problems: problems that could never be cured by simply swallowing a pill. It was with these thoughts in mind that I sped away into the uncertain darkness.

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John Cardelli looked up at the classroom clock and sighed. It was 3:30 PM and he was glad that this was the last class he would have to teach today. In fact, his class was the only class being held in the entire school: the other classes having all been dismissed a half hour earlier.

St. Bridget’s Preparatory School was one of the most highly respected schools in Sweden and John had been teaching French there for the past four years. This advanced class was a special class comprised of all girls—18 to 20 years of age—who represented the intellectual crème de la crème of the school. These girls were destined for great careers awaiting them in politics, government, and foreign services, and some of them, following in the footsteps of their predecessors, would inevitably go on to serve as ambassadors to many foreign countries. They were therefore coddled, indulged, and in most respects, favored amongst the rest of their classmates, and the exemplary status bestowed upon them by their academic superiors only served to exemplify their ruthless determination to succeed, in effect breeding a smoldering arrogance for all things incapable of matching their own sublime standards.

The summer semester was nearing its end and John was looking forward to spending some quality time with his wife during the one-month intermission before the fall semester began. He was feeling tired as of late, too, and he needed some time off to rejuvenate himself. Not because his students ran him ragged as such, but because almost all of them were hopelessly infatuated with the gorgeous 27-year-old teacher and were constantly vying with each other for his attentions. He loved his job, but his extraordinary good looks proved to be more a curse than a blessing where the girls were involved. Normally, his classes included boys, which helped to mediate the overflow of female attention. But today he was the only male in the room, and he would soon be at the mercy of a bevy of adulating females—all 25 of them—most of whom stared at him moony-eyed and sometimes with outright suggestiveness.

This was not to say that John didn’t enjoy some of those provocative looks. He was, after all, a very healthy and physically alluring male specimen. He stood just over 5′ 11″ tall and had a muscular, tanned body. His face was uniformly regular, with high cheekbones, stunning deep-set green eyes, and a smallish, aquiline nose—a nod to his Italian—more precisely, Roman, heritage. If he were wearing a toga instead of three-piece suit, he could have easily been mistaken for a modern-day Marc Antony. And if all the girls’ sexual energy could have been harnessed into a single desire, they would have placed him high on a pedestal to join the other immortals in the pantheon of Roman deities.

He looked up from his desk as they started to enter the room, some in pairs, some singly, but all quite loquacious and animated. He would allow them several minutes to seat themselves and prepare their notes—then he would begin. As he looked at them he began to realize just how lovely most of the girls actually were. For some unknown reason, he had paid this seemingly obvious fact little attention hitherto, but he could not help but realize that, out of all the girls in his class, not one was unattractive. Even accounting for mundane physiological differences in height, weight, skin, hair, and eye color, the fact that each of these girls was singularly pretty came as an astonishing, if not belated, revelation. He noticed with interest that several of the girls who sat in the front row did so with their bare legs crossed in a cheesecake-style fashion. His thinly disguised lustful glances were not wasted on the adolescent voluptuaries either, often responding to him by pulling their skirts up a little higher or allowing their shoes to slip from their feet, exposing their lovely toes to him in a sexually subliminal invitation.

It was not as if he were previously immune from such flagrant displays of coquetry. Many nights he had returned home extremely horny, visions of his young students enveloping him in a writhing mass of delectable female flesh. He often went to bed thinking what it would be like to have sex with each of them in turn, feeling their multiple kisses and caresses all at the same moment. These thoughts would predominate in his mind even when he was making love to his wife Ann, who probably would have quickly left him had she any inkling that his passionate and frenzied sexual embraces were induced by the unfulfilled lust for his students rather than her own personal sexual allure. John did, in fact, love his wife, and after seven years of marriage still found her sexually stimulating. However, their lovemaking had grown somewhat stale due to his previous sexual problems—now corrected with the help of EJAX-472—and his wife found his newly restored interest in sex to be something of a hindrance to her own nominal sexual desires. As a result, John’s imagination began to make up for the deficit of attention. And now, almost without being consciously aware of it, he desired to increase the latitude of his sexual experimentation beyond the boundaries of his bedroom to include any female or females who gave him the least bit of an invitation to do so. Being a man of principle, however, he suffered greatly with feelings of guilt over his thoughts of conjugal betrayal and had to struggle valiantly to maintain his dignity and professionalism in front of his charges. But even this overt exercise of will was soon to be demolished in the face of a new and more potent factor: the drug that he had been taking for the past two weeks to correct his sexual dysfunction was now going to betray the very body it was supposed to have helped—and he would be unable to do anything about it.

John felt a faint stirring in his genitals as he looked lovingly at the very long legs of one of the girls sitting directly in front of him. Her name was Bridget Veerhoft, and she was nothing like her namesake whose imposing statue graced the front entrance to the school. Bridget was nothing short of beautiful—and sexually mature. At 18 she had already had several dozen boyfriends and he had overheard her say to some of her girlfriends recently that she had masturbated some of them and had found it highly entertaining. He dwelled on this thought as his eyes traversed the length of her nether limbs, licking his lips at the idea of running his tongue between the cracks of her delicately shaped toes all the way up along the vast stretch of her seemingly endless legs to finally rest at the triangle of hair between her thighs. He wondered what it would be like to taste the essence of her, to drink in her vital fluids in the manner of an arachnid, until her blood and bone and flesh were absorbed into his own bloodstream in a terrifying moment of cannibalistic lust. He imagined the tactile pleasure of caressing her long, satiny brunette hair that fell loosely about her shoulders, the cobalt-blue eyes peeking out from behind the mass of curls adorning her face, inviting him, possessing him with their intense gaze. He thrilled at the thought of kissing the full, achingly beautiful mouth, whose lips were parted slightly with unconcealed desire, imagining what it would feel like to have those same lips slowly, inexorably absorb the full length of his now fully erect penis.

“Are you all right Mr. Cardelli?” asked one of the girls.

John quickly drew his gaze away from Bridget, but not before she noticed him staring at her. She smiled at him and ran her tongue over her bottom lip before looking down again into her notebook.

“Yes, yes…” he replied trying not to look obvious. “I’m fine.”

He felt flushed, and he was now certain that something strange was going on in his lower body. He could not get up because of his hard on, so he told the girls to go over their notes while he pretended to correct their papers. After a few minutes elapsed, his erection had still not subsided. In fact, he was beginning to feel an overwhelming urge to masturbate. He had not experienced this feeling since the time of the experiment, but even that paled in comparison to his recent morning masturbation rituals, which seemed to come upon him from nowhere and which so greatly troubled his wife. He stupidly ignored the warning signs and now, as the drug was beginning to take possession of him, he grew concerned that he would have to leave the room for a while to relieve his balls of their heavy burden. But how would he do it without the girls noticing the bulge in his pants?