Me and My Zapper

My cock danced, delighting in every minute exhilarating touch of her skilled fellatio as she gently ran her tongue over the shaft. Waves of sinful pleasure bombarded my body, as I devoured her slit; I had never felt this horny and this excitable in my life, but Rebecca's talented tongue was causing wild lust to dominate every inch of my body.

I wanted to come and release, but nothing could compare to this feeling; I was on edge and Rebecca's sucking on my glans, and delightful licks over the shaft kept me on the point of no return, but not going over it.

My mind was obsessed; I savoured the constant rushes of passion and desire, but needed the pinnacle of my lust to be satisfied, and gripped my partner's thighs desperately. I had no need to pull her crotch closer to my tongue, but loved the cool wetness covering my face as she tipped herself into another couple of orgasms, shuddering and shaking as her surges of erotic relief engulfed her body.

I needed my release and pulled at her, sliding out from underneath as my partner had her fifth climax with a loud scream that echoed around the small workshop. She looked at me over her shoulder, desperate longing fizzing in her gaze as I knelt on the worn couch and pushed my erect cock into her crotch doggy-style.

She gasped as she guided it into her slippery cunt, the cure to our uncontrollable horniness evident as her heavenly hole kissed the intruder warmly. We needed the sex, and rivers of pre-cum and juices streamed down my thighs and collected on the stained sofa.

She looked divine, her anus winking at me as desperation overtook me and I pounded into her welcoming gash and sending the young lady into near-constant spasming climaxes. I was on the edge, itching for a release, but my body refused to take me further.

I thrust passionately into her, ramming my cock into her orifice with a relentless onslaught; she loved it and her body convulsed with dramatic writhing and screaming, but I could not move. My body was electrified, tortured by desperation and desire that could not slaked. I needed succour and begged my body to relent, willing my hungry libido for the violent relief I needed!

It responded and I felt my perineum tingle and tighten, my cock tingled desperately and I gripped her waist, thrusting deep inside the wanton women with unforgiving blows; she was in repeated climax, clearly unable to comprehend anything beyond the intense pleasure erupting throughout her body and I jackhammered into her spasming cunt.

It was ecstasy; every nerve in my body steadied itself ready for a gigantic release of sinful relief and I waited, on tenterhooks and willed myself for the peak; it was the eye of the storm, the quiet moment before the riot, the seconds before the battle. I was ready and felt a million hands caress my body.

I felt fingers whirl over my nipples, kissing them with utmost passion and skill. Hands cupped my buttocks and twirled over my perineum. Tongues lapped at my balls, sucking them gently and fingers pressed against my prostate, tickling it with glee. Every part of my body was touched, caressed, kissed and teased and I cried desperately into the small workshop, roaring with unfettered lust.

I shook and cried, orgasming for two whole minutes as my cock spasmed and powered cum into her tight opening. My body relentlessly smothered me in sinful relief as every nerve overloaded my senses with fierce eruptions of concupiscent passion, consuming my desperate arousal and causing every muscle to quiver.

I panted as I came down from the high, noticing Rebecca's trembling body, slumping forward. I looked at her in the eye for a moment; I didn't need to say anything, but could see exhaustion and satisfaction in equal measures. For those last few minutes, I didn't even remember that there was a woman with me; it was just a rampant, desperate sex as hormones and instinct powered me to an orgasm and her to dozens.

I apologised for my single-mindness with my eyes. "It worked," I muttered as she leant forward, cum running out of her crotch on my couch. "But I think we need to turn the battery power down a bit on the zappers," I suggested, still panting as my crotch itched, and desperate for more sex.

Rebecca nodded and stumbled to her feet, looking into the corner of the room as Maisie leant against the doorframe. "Bravo," she cried, still wearing her coat. "It works then."

I nodded and felt for the couch to steady myself, my leaking cock still proudly erect as Rebecca reached the small table. "He needs more," she cried and gulped and aimed the zapper at my lodger.

I needed more sex, and suddenly, I had two partners dosed on rampant arousal. I am the luckiest man in the world!

To be continued ...

Chapter VIII

Despite finding the magical waveforms that would work on me, and both Rebecca and I had spent the afternoon proving that it did work, we wanted further proof that it would function on a large group of couples at the same time. We had spent some time playing with the power of the waves generated, and found a level where I could orgasm easily enough with the same explosion of intensity that was so incredible, but still enable me to retain a level of control.

Maisie teased, and suggested that we try a packed commuter train, but two people with strange devices on a London Underground train would more likely see us shot by the terrorist police than encourage an orgy, so I suggested a Blind Date night.

A local restaurant had teamed up with a dating agency, and was offering the candlelit meal and the date (who matched your interests) for a mere £35 each. Both Rebecca and I joined the dating agency for their "meal deal" on the same day and filled in our forms so that they were considerably similar but not identical; we didn't want them to know we knew each other or they probably wouldn't match us!

Maisie and I built zappers which were like small tealights, and that projected the signal for a wide 270 degree arc. I tried to ensure we wouldn't be affected but knew we might be: our dignity would be respectable casualties in the name of science and capitalism! It had occurred to me if the zappers affected just me, as in it was my unique pair of frequencies, I would have dozens of single women to screw, but filed this under the "pipedream" category in my fantasy store.

Rebecca and I arrived moments apart and we were introduced to each other with forced smiles. How they didn't work out that we were living in the same house I will never know; we looked ridiculous and were seated in the corner of the restaurant.

The food was mediocre at best, and our conspiratorial chatter and laughter wasn't helped by the organiser continually coming up to us to check we were "OK." I wanted to zap them all by the end of my starter as I was bored, but we promised each other we would wait, and sat back admiring all the suited gentlemen desperately trying to impress the well-dressed women.

After the soggy tiramasu was devoured I steadied my device under the table and raised my eyebrows at Rebecca. "Before the coffees?" I asked and she nodded, reaching into her handbag and looked as though she was searching for her phone.

"Ready?" She asked, and we turned to watch the room as we both brought our devices into the open restaurant and pressed the small buttons on the top. I had fitted much larger batteries to the devices to ensure that the frequencies would reach the back of the restaurant, and held my breath, anxiously waiting for a response.

The waitress, carrying a tray of dirty plates, walking past our table squealed and screamed, dropping the crockery with a screech and ran to the toilets, grabbing her crotch. It was a good start, and I looked at Rebecca beaming. "I think it'll work," I whispered as every single woman touched their crotches, while men had glazed expressions on their faces. It was incredible; men and women frantically disrobing as they grunted and communicated with lustful eyes and sinful intentions.

We hadn't expected to hit the waiters, waitresses and barstaff with the zapper; I don't know why we thought we wouldn't, we just hadn't considered them. "I think you should join them?" Rebecca muttered gleefully with a cheeky smile and snatched the male zapper from my hand, and put them both on the table, in front of her. My heart skipped a beat and I bit my lip, watching her fingers nervously as she hesitated. "Yes?"

I glanced at the teenage barmaid, cross-legged behind the bar, tears streaming from her sapphire eyes and nodded. "Do it," I snapped and stood up from the table. Rebecca smirked as she saw my eye-line focusing on the young black-haired girl, frantically trying to maintain her dignity. She was resisting; her trembling hands clamped onto the bar, as she leant onto it, affording me an excellent viewpoint of her tender bosom.

I felt Rebecca zap me as I neared the bar; we had discussed what might happen and both agreed to assist with other people, affected by our actions, if we needed to. It would be a great test to prove that when struck with the lust-induced zapper, that they moved passionately towards strangers and not just their own "partners."

My cock swelled instantly and I clenched my fists; my body was seized by a rush of arousal, welling up from my balls and gripping the pit of my stomach. Rebecca hadn't hit me with a big dose as I was uncomfortably horny not uncontrollably consumed with lust, but my blood was up and I was ready for passionate sex. My cock oozed pre-cum and my mind blasted with a fierce desire to bring the pretty barmaid, still frantically trying to resist her sexual urges, to repeated climaxes. "You need to be fucked," I told her brazenly and she looked up at me, vulnerability pervasive in her expression. Her eyes were puffy and misty, and her hands desperately gripping the beer mat on the bar from the local brewery.

She shook her head and she took deep breaths; in all my use of the zapper I had never seen or expected the ladies to fight the inevitable so badly. I guess, I knew it was a certainty that I would be screwing her over the bar within a handful of minutes; she didn't. I stared at her darker skin and pained grimace, her anguish evident. I felt a pang of guilt, but stepped onto the bar and stood behind her. "I can't," she begged and gulped.

"Look around you," I muttered as a tear rolled from her cheek and dropped onto the bar. Surrounding her was rampant sexual activity. The couple nearest to the door -- a dumpy women with a weird haircut and a previously disinterested man -- were actively screwing over the table. Her dress had been ripped from her shoulders and her underwear abandoned as she was pounded from behind, pushing her pendulous breasts into the leftovers of the creamy desserts. She was screaming, crying loudly as her "stud" rammed his tiny cock into her. "What's your name?"

"Eva," she squealed as my hands rubbed her rear, covered in a short white skirt with a mass of pleats. I patted it; it was pushed out invitingly for me to caress and I felt her resolve weaken as I squeezed her buttocks. "What's happened?"

My eyes glanced to another set of tables; one woman had ensnared three men; each slightly overweight and the wrong side of thirty, but she was enjoying the yells of degradation aimed at her by them; shrieking into a dick rammed down her throat, she squealed with every thrust of a cock into her pussy. Her fingers danced over her clit as she orgasmed, her screaming echoing in the small intimate Italian eatery as her cunt was filled with seed. She beckoned the third man, clearly eager to accept any cock offered to her.

"They are very horny. How old are you?" I asked, my touch tracing the curve of her pert bottom and gently rubbing her cleft that was contained underneath. She panted, my indecent touch making her breathless and I slid my hands around her waist, spying Rebecca out of the corner of my eye.

"Eighteen," she sniffed, mewing as my hands skimmed her waistband and delved into the elastic. She sighed, gasping at the scene in front of her.

"Dirty little ..." I muttered as we watched a middle-aged man frantically undressing to reveal a pair of lacy, pink knickers. His eyes looked at his date, smirking in disgust and delight and grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and throwing him over a chair. His rotund frame, and wide hips, stretched the female underwear but his well-dressed date slammed her open hand on his lacy buttocks while openly playing with her clit. "I bet your underwear looks much nicer," I whispered, and pushed my hand into her waistband while my left hand caressed her bosom; she wiggled her buttocks into my crotch and shuddered.

"Hmmmm," she hummed, her eyes focussing on the table by the door.

"Let me see then," I begged, as my fingers swished over a small strip of pubic undergrowth. She sighed, watching a young waiter laid out on two chairs pushed together, face up as a twenty-something women straddled his face. The tanned man squealed; it was clear that the waiter knew exactly how to lick her cunt, as she wantonly bounced on his face, enjoying the oral excellence on her pussy.

Eva froze as the waiter's legs were lifted; his cock was prominently erect and his clothes torn from his body, as the male date of the woman, smeared something on the server's anus and then slid his dick into the waiter. "That's my brother," Eva admitted, as my fingers located her wet pearl. She bucked her hips against my erect cock pressing into her back and she gave an audible groan. Rebecca watched the unfolding scene of rampant debauchery with a bemused smirk as fingers squeezed Eva's nipples and rubbed her clit.

The teenager cracked; her resistance shattered by my dancing digits playing a pretty melody on her pearl and shrieked, throwing herself against the bar and squealing at me; her body convulsed and twitched as I drove her closer and closer to her orgasm. She gripped the side of the bar and yelled into the room, the horny banshee bellowing into a room of depraved decibels.

Nobody stirred from their own sex to acknowledge her. Eva's parents -- the chef and the manager -- were screwing in the kitchen, implements destined for the food were finding their way into the middle-aged woman's snatch. The cross-dresser was now tonguing his dominant date, the lesbian couple were engaged in a mutual 69, the dating agency host was playing with the other waiter while discarded clothing littered the aisles; it was a debauched vista: a libertine's playground, and it was utterly fantastic.

Eva wriggled her hips and I freed her short white skirt from their unnecessary position around the young lady's waist, removing her white lacy cotton panties at the same time. I looked up from her clothes, pooling around her ankles, to see her blouse being propelled across the room in a blur of white. She stared at me, naked and bit her lip, before throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips.

I didn't expect it, but she scrabbled at my clothing and fished around my underpants for my erect cock. It was a heavenly touch and she stared into my eyes as our lips parted. She had gorgeous blue eyes, sparkling like an ocean at twilight and filled with lust and desire. She longed for more, and I was going to oblige. My trousers and soaking wet boxer shorts joined the wooden decking as quickly as my shirt and she ran her soft hands over my solid erection, squeezing the endless amounts of pre-cum into her hands.

She looked at my slight embarrassment, the clear, glutinous liquid filling the palm of her hand. "You are so fucking sexy," I offered as a way of a response.

"I'm not," she disagreed, mumbling under her breath. I could resist no longer and lifted her slight frame onto the bar, splitting her legs as her buttocks made contact with the cold wood. She groaned as I plunged my face into her crotch, licking her sweet clit and writing her a sweet poem as my fingers arrowed towards her entrance.

She was not a virgin, but the tightness of her cunt gripped my intruding finger, rotating and spiralling around her teenage pussy and pressing against her G-Spot. She groaned; her head resting against the pillar as I leant against the wooden bar. She bucked her hips, screaming and crying as she raced towards her second orgasm.

It was stronger than the first; much more intense and enjoyable, as the graceful barmaid experienced an avalanche of lust consuming her tender, young body. Her legs, resting on my shoulders, squeezed my head as she gripped my hair, holding my face against her wet cunt.

How I loved her passion! How I adored her sweet scent of sex and her juices running down my chin and collecting on the bar. How I wanted to feel her orgasm and watch her become unable to stand as she peaked. I pressed harder on her G-Spot, fingering her pussy with firm motions, as my tongue swirled around her clit. Her cunt tightened and pulsed, embracing the invading finger with a battery of vocal screams.

She did not stop; I do not know when the third orgasm finished and the fourth one started, or even if she had one big, long orgasm, or a hundred. I don't think Eva knew either, but did not care. Her body lurched and she panted, yelling every time she exhaled and gripped the side of the bar.

Her face was a mixture of pure pleasure, her body frenzied and spasming; if she was struggling to surrender to the arousal gripping her before I touched her, then was having no trouble letting go now. I pulled the backs of her legs and yanked her from the bar, bending her over a bar stool and sliding my turgid cock into her velvety hole.

We both cried in pleasure; her slick opening accepted my well-lubricated member with delightful ease. She squealed as I pushed forward, slowly rocking in her cunt as she watched her brother ejaculate over his stomach. The air was thick with orgasmic euphoria and I was intent on joining them. I rammed my cock deep into the teenager, savouring the cool rush of blissful arousal coursing my body.

I wanted to come; I needed to. My dose had been low, but it instilled a desperation that I was going to fuck Eva and I was going to spill my seed deep inside the young lady. I felt that single-minded desire overcome me, and I thrust deep into the young woman, passionately ramming into her trembling cunt.

I barely registered her orgasms; I was focused on mine, and hammered my cock into her glistening sex. She writhed under my rampaging onslaught, mewing with wild abandon as I reached my point of no return. I could not focus; I could not see anything, just feel the delightful heaven of an orgasming teenager on my cock as I drove further and further into the crest of my arousal; I was at the summit of my volcano, and exploded, firing white-hot cum into the squirming barmaid, shuddering under my ejaculating cock.

My body lurched and came like never before, a burning tide of fierce arousal swept through me, bringing relief where it engulfed my stomach, immersed my shoulders and tickled to every cell in me. I panted and opened my eyes to see the ragged hair of my lover, exhausted and spent on the bar stool, breathless from our exertions. "You OK?" I muttered, not quite sure what to say; she still didn't know my name.

She nodded and smiled. "That was ... wow!"

"You were, I mean, you are ... fantastic." She gulped and glanced at Rebecca watching us and sniffed.

"I think your date is upset."

I withdrew my cock from her pussy but she did not move, savouring the aftershocks from our public liaison. "Rebecca, not a chance. She isn't my date," I muttered and rubbed my eyes, breathing deeply. "She's my ... business partner."

My "business partner" strode over to us and touched Eva's back, ruffling the top of my hair affectionately. "Shall we go?" Rebecca asked as the Blind Date party was beginning to wind down. "I think you've made this young lady happy enough," she teased and waited for me to get dressed, although I left my sodden boxer shorts in the bin behind the bar; I could do without those.