Cushions

Finally, with a back pack full of cannabis, I climbed aboard the Trailways and maintained a low, paranoid profile all the way home until my stash was safely stowed. Knowing the fresh leaves would require several weeks to cure properly, I had purchased more train-wreck with the last of my cash stash for the Dr and myself. After a delicious prime roast dinner at home, I helped with dishes and engaged in our compulsory Saturday night bullshit/family bonding session. Throughout the conversation, I found I now spoke with new found purpose and confidence. Reflecting back on my conversation with Dr. Wang, it occurred to me that widespread distribution of the therapeutic cushions could alter the very fabric of our species evolution. With true sexual equality attained, motivational behavior, economics, politics, and social norms, would be monumentally altered. Listening to my folks discuss their basic middle-American beliefs only confirmed my conclusion. After a fitful nights' sleep, I reviewed my class work before heading out to mow the lawn; a brainless endeavor when one is appropriately buzzed. When completed, I zoned out spread-eagle on the freshly cut grass with an overwhelming sense of well-being from my intimate connection to nature.

I was dozing in my mid-day euphoria when the hunched form of the Doc blocked out the sun. "Hi Doc," I grumbled as I struggled into a sitting position, "Care to join me?"

"Might like that, mind if my friend join's us?"

"Not as long as the sunlight ain't blocked." I closed my eyes and eased back down."

"Got some of that virile young seed for me?"

My eyes shot open, and somewhere in the dark recesses of my recent memories I identified the voice of my rapist. "Might want to check with my folks first; they're due back from the church of Saint Chastity any moment," I countered as I rolled over to to face my nymphomaniac nemesis. "Wouldn't mind a little later in the privacy of my personal dungeon though."

My guests both laughed and I was introduced to Dr Katrina, a state licensed therapist thoroughly briefed on Dr. Wang's inventions. We recycled the conversation from the night before and kicked around a few more options before I mentioned I had some prime cannabis drying I need to check. We wandered beyond the visual limits of the house to my reconditioned stash shack obscured behind a scrub covered knoll down by a wandering creek. Completely insulated with power covertly tapped from the neighbors line, it was equipped with secured storage bins, lights, stove and even a salvaged dehumidifier. With Katrina's assistance, we turned over the mountain of leaves before I produced my prime bud and we all lit up. From outside, it must have appeared the shack was on fire! Pleasantly buzzed, we wandered back to the house, and I introduced them to my recently arrived folks. Beyond accommodating, they furnished us with a great home made dinner and fantastic conversation until darkness compelled my guests to leave.

The next day, my deliveries went routinely, and the pizzas I bought with my tips went over well. Restocking went far better than expected as Serena was now showing more than just a passing interest with provocative attire and sly innuendos that would make a seasoned sailor blush. The Doc called me aside as I was leaving and handed me a small cell phone sized modified tazer, explaining its function and where to place it on the small of the back for best results. He requested I keep records of anyone I 'zapped,' and it was understood that its use must remain confidential. I stuffed it into my pocket while thanking him fervently. Making a casual yet elated exit, I was walking over to the bus stop savoring a large piece of pineapple pepperoni pizza when a late model VW bug screeched to a stop directly in front of me.

"Wanna ride?" The passenger window slid down silently and I immediately recognized the two flawless orbs that adorned Serena's chest. Her skirt was hefted up in front just enough to reveal a tiny glimpse of her moist, neatly trimmed pussy with the shadow of her engorged cleft peeking through. "I know I need one!"

Protocol be damned, I snatched open the door, threw in my backpack and slammed the door behind me. Her arm was already around my neck pulling me in for a long lustful lip lock. Then, amidst the sound of blaring car horns, we sped off through the traffic with my trembling hand stroking the smoothest thigh ever created. Within a few wordless minutes, we parked in front of a graceful two story structure where she pulled me into a breath sucking french kiss that left me struggling to see past the hazy stars. Somehow I found the door handle and yanked it open behind her before releasing my own to bound after her up the weathered concrete stairs. As she fumbled with the keys, I savored the smooth fragrant skin of her neck, making her squeal as she struggled to release the stubborn deadbolt. With a defiant click the door finally creaked open, and we were back in each others arms in an instant, sampling the wanton flesh we were about to ravish.

"I have every intention of fucking you senseless," I offered between tender kisses.

"I don't really care about your intentions mister, " she responded lustfully, "I'm interested in how you use your equipment. . ." She grabbed my semi-erect member forcefully through my jeans and moaned passionately. I grabbed the hem of her light pink sweater and pulled it forcibly over her head and tossed it. Fumbling with her bra clasps that mercifully opened quickly despite the sizable strain they were under, I speechlessly beheld the two most symmetrically perfect baby bottles on the planet. I immediately morphed into a mindless, orally fixated drone at that juncture, and dove into those soft firm globes while my free hand pulled her skirt over hips to slide on the floor. My hand slid onto her moist muff, and as my first two fingers slipped into the silky warmth of her most intimate place, her hips involuntary thrust forward damn near breaking my wrist. Feasting on her rigid nipples, she uttered an almost unearthly moan as my hand and mouth began a synchronous massage. She stiffened almost immediately and began to quake as her orgasm crested, filling my hand with her explosive eruption. With my animal nature in overdrive, I fell to my knees and ingested her flowing essence as quickly as she spewed, triggering a second, more explosive orgasm I still refer to as the 'Rebirth of Krakatoa.' I damned near drowned in the ensuing tidal wave of her essence.

Her entire body quivered from the shiny crown of her thick dark hair to her delicately manicured toes, and despite her futile attempts to remain on her feet, she crumpled to the floor while I retained my lip lock on her profusely erupting genitals. Once spent, I quickly disrobed and guided my hypersensitive cock into her throbbing pussy. She shrieked and slammed her arms and legs around me as her torso bucked uncontrollably. It is highly unlikely this world will ever again encounter a woman with the sexual voracity of Serena that evening. It required every conceivable ounce of effort to counter her spine cracking thrusts. Mercifully, the effort was short lived when she bathed my genitals with yet another explosive release which unlike before, sent her body into a continuing series of orgasmic tremors. Balancing myself on my hands, I continued thrusting into her tight contracting pussy relentlessly, reveling in her body's mindless response. Suddenly, she arched her back inhumanely, and with an ear-shattering squeal squeezed the life out my hapless cock with her vaginal muscles and nearly stabbed me to death with her two rock-hard nipples. She collapsed into a mound of quivering spent flesh as I continued my vaginal assault - never wavering until my seed boiled explosively onto her pulsating cervix.

Unlike previous encounters, my erection remained undiminished and after a brief pause to fondle her amazing mounds, I shamelessly rutted her spent remains a second time, concentrating on the raised pucker of her engorged g-spot and reveling at her bodies continual response to my passionate simulation. Finally, with a cry resembling her imminent strangulation, she spasmed again, and I released the remains of my essence amidst the sensation of my balls being ripped out be their roots. There is a certain amount of truth to the heights of eroticism bordering somewhere between pleasure and pain that I would never had accepted sans my first incredible encounter with this ravishingly beautiful creation. It would require several hours to recover sufficiently to pursue our separate agendas, but we both knew no other night could ever offer the ecstasy this night had provided.

As we slowly recovered are now aching bodies, Serena whispered "Your the kind of boy a girl would like to take home to meet her Momma."

"Hmmm. . .a manage-de-twat; sounds kinky!"

She swatted me playfully; "You know what I mean."

"We could sit around and talk about babies while your Dad fumbles around in the gun closet for his bazooka," I quipped as I savored the last of her essence caked on my mustache. Somehow, I was still able to get home in time to rotate my stash and zap Mom. She paused for a moment to rub the small of her back, and with a never before seen look in her eyes, walked straight over to my Dad who was reading the evening rag and whispered something in his ear. Their bedroom sounded like a brothel on payday for the better part of that night, and Dad's smile at breakfast confirmed Mom's positive response to Dr Wang's therapy.

Several years have passed since the 'Rebirth of Krakatoa.' Serena eventually married a rich banker type and lives in a mansion on the outskirts of town with her offspring running around her feet and an occasional therapy session with yours truly. I got my EMT license and was promoted to full time, bought a second hand RV that's parked on Ray's property where I keep an eye on his crop when I'm not working or performing therapy. Dr. Wang's invention was rejected by the scientific community for some obscure technicality, but a former colleague, who's a member of the Japanese underground, bought into the apparatus and incorporates it in a wide variety of sexual enhancement toys widely distributed throughout the Orient. It should be just a few years before they make their way into a adult bookstore near you. And Dr. Wang; we're still close, frequently sharing a bowl by the campfire. His current research involves a projected electrical impulse that emulates THC affects on the human body. Dr Wang is weird.