412 Serum Sexual Response Ch. 05byjthserra©
412 Serum Sexual Response
November 9th, 2003
Sorry I missed your call this afternoon. After I saw Allison off, I headed back to the lab to review my notes. As I did, I couldn’t help daydreaming of the immense possibilities of our research here with the 412 Serum. Imagine if we could get marketing rights for our procedures, we buy in bulk from Dr. Kinneston, and sell… no rent the programs and hardware. This could be the best thing going since hookers. Hell, better man. This is safe sex on demand. We could go on cable, broadcast scenarios that the people could simply plug into. Any kind of sex you wanted, you could simply dial it up. I thought about a possible feature, celebrity sex and began to wonder.
The question came to mind that, if I could edit some of the physical attributes of my “partner” what about editing scenarios. Do we really need the hard core pornography to introduce the sexual situation, or could we induce into, say a R-rated feature. If so we could plug in and have sex with Julia Roberts, or Oprah, or Mae West for that matter.
The more I thought about it Tim, the more I thought, “Yes, this will work.” Immediately I grabbed my wallet and headed over to the video store. Instead of browsing their triple X aisle, I wandered through the mainstream section. Thinking Julia Roberts I looked for “Pretty Woman”, but it had been checked out. I browsed a bit more and remembered an all time favorite of mine: Kathleen Turner in “Body Heat”. Sure enough, it was there, so I grabbed it, and headed for the counter.
As you know I’m not in the best of shape, but I jogged back to the lab, and ran down the stairs. I quickly gave myself an injection, I increased the dosage by half (I didn’t want to get left hanging like I did last time I was in). I fired up the computer and once it was ready, I hooked up the leads to my neck and fingertips. I quickly fast-forwarded the movie to a favorite part… you remember: William Hurt is outside her door, looking in the glass. She stands in the hallway, staring so damn wantonly at him. He breaks the glass and unlocks the door.
Anyway, I felt dizzy and suddenly I was there, door open, facing Kathleen Turner, or rather, Matty Walker (her character in the movie). We immediately embraced in a kiss, my tongue entering her eager mouth, tasting her. My hands combed through her hair as I pressed my erection against her body. In a moment, she pulled back, and turned as if to lead me upstairs.
I grabbed her arm, “No, right here,” I gasped, pulling her back against me. I lowered her onto the stairs and unbuttoned her blouse. The bra’s clasp was in the front, but she deftly unhooked it and opened it up. I paused, gazing at her face… her breasts. I buried my head in the large, firm melons. Melons? Too big, I thought and then felt them reduce in size. (I was too enthralled in her at the moment to realize, but later I understood the breasts weren’t really hers, just ones I remembered from a porn flick. And when I edited, then they became what I envisioned what they looked like.)
Well, too caught up in the moment to think to much, I began sucking at her nipples. I heard her low voice urge me on, “Oh yes, yes. I want you now.”
She had unbuttoned her dress and as I reached to pull off my shirt and unfasten my pants, she wriggled from under me, and took off her dress and panties. I pulled off my pants and, seeing her naked, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, burying my face in her pubic hair. Holding her tight to me, I lowered her back onto the stairs, and kneeling on the steps below her, I moved my mouth downward, finding her slit. She tasted… she tasted slightly salty, tangy, much like the way the woman tasted during my first experiment. I paused only a moment and then continued. I circled my tongue on her clitoris as I felt her thrusting her hips up to me.
“Yes, that’s it,” she said, in that husky voice that turned me on so much. “I’m coming.”
I slowed the movements of my tongue, but quickly slipped my finger inside her. I was transfixed, reveling in the pulsations inside her… inside Matty… Kathleen. I savored each movement, each sound, each fragrance, each taste of her, as the pulsations slowed, then stopped.
I stood up, and looking down upon her, her legs spread, her lips glistening, I pulled off my jockeys and moved toward her. She reached up and grabbed my erection, stroking the head. She stared into my eyes and spoke in her deepest tone, “I need you inside me... now!”
I collapsed onto my knees, leaned forward and she took my penis and guided it to her well lubricated lips. I pressed and felt the warm, wet, softness of her envelop me. I looked into her face as I slowly thrust deeper into her. The motion became the waves, rhythmic, liquid, building, pressing then withdrawing. I felt it rising within me, I pressed and withdrew, rising, and rising, closer and closer.
“Fuck me,” she shouted and I released, forcing her body hard against the steps as I came. I shoved all my weight against her, between her legs, straining for depth. I wanted inside her, completely. I came and came, an endless splash of me… into her. In that momentary forever, she was, I was, we were…
I fell upon her and heard her moan. I felt a stinging sensation where her nails were stabbed my shoulders. Only then did I feel the last of her pulsations subside. In a few moments, I rose up, stared into her face, closed my eyes and kissed her hard and long. I opened my eyes, and saw her looking at me from the computer screen.
Well Tim, I was completely drained, stunned at the thought that Kathleen Turner and I… well, Matty Walker and I… had done… it. I’ll have to write you later about this.