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It was a normal day at the Agricultural Research Building at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S, an obscure but well-regarded research University. I am part of a team trying to develop faster growing grain. You know. wheat, corn, rice and so on. To help feed the starving planet. If we could get more crops a year it would go a long way to solving world hunger.
Professor Builtup is our lead, And, yes, we all made fun of her name behind her back. Because she really was 'built up' Stacked begins to describe her. But enough about her.
I'm one of the Junior team members. And by that I mean I'm a Junior at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, or T I T S. One more year and I'd have a chance to make a real living for one of the large ag companies that were funding our research.
So to get to the point: Professor B had spent years to come up with a method to irradiate the seed of various grains in hopes of accelerating their germination process and force them to sprout faster than normal. Or that's what she claimed. None of the tests that we had done had had any effect that we could find.
So she was getting pissy. Professor Builtup did not take failure well. She got snappy, and would glare at whoever was giving her the latest bad news. And it was my turn today.
I put it off as long as I could before I approached her at the lab bench where she was calibrating the latest version of her device.
"Professor, I'm afraid that the latest test results still show no real effect," I started in my most apologetic manner. I was hoping that she wouldn't blame the messenger!
"WHAT!" she yelled. Everyone in the lab looked up to see what was going on. And what was going on was my getting a first class dressing down from Professor B!
I waited until she started to run down.
"I'm sorry, but it's true. I wasn't even on the team! I'm just the guy they asked to tell you. Here's the report," I tried to hand her the 53 page summary of the tests and results.
"I don't give a fuck about the report," she snarled and slapped it out of my hand. It flew across the table, hit her cherished device and bounced onto the floor.
The device reacted in the worst possible way! It powered up with a whine, the ray emitter flashed on and it bathed me in its light! I was frozen in place while the multi-spectrum lights washed over me.
At first Professor B didn't notice what was happening as she continued to express her displeasure. She was pounding on the lab bench with both hands!
"Oh Fuck!" she screamed as she finally noticed what had happened. She rushed around the table and turned off the device.
"Are you all right?" she asked with genuine concern. She started to approach me.
"I'm, uh, I'm ,” I started to stutter. Then I fell over!
As I started to lose consciousness I was treated to the sight of Professor Builtup leaning over me. Her blouse gaping oven to display that impressive cleavage. She really did look like a capital B from my vantage point.
And that was what I saw when I first opened my eyes. I was still staring down Professor's blouse, into a cavernous cleavage. Everyone in the lab knew that Prof. B was stacked. I was getting a really good look at just how well stacked she was!
And I had a blinding headache and I ached all over!
"He's fine," she announced. I then saw that almost everyone in the lab was standing around me looking at me lying on the floor. "Get back to work. I'll take care of Mr. Risto."
She helped me to my feet during which I felt those impressive tits mashed against my side. She sat me on a stool and left her hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "How do you feel?" She was peering intently into my eyes.
"I have a headache and I'm sore all over," I told her.
"You probably hit your head when you fell," she reassured me. "Why don't you take tomorrow off and see how you feel. No need to go the dispensary."
It was as I was on my way home that it occurred to me that she didn't want another incident on her record. People did seem to fall over in her lab on a regular basis!
But I went home, told my girlfriend I wasn't feeling well and went to bed.
I woke up fifteen hours later. I felt fine. In fact, I felt terrific! No headache and everything else was great. Well, okay, I was horny. But that wasn't unusual.
I went out to the kitchen to find Marjorie, my live-in girlfriend, making a big pot of chili.
"You've been asleep for so long, I thought you'd be hungry! So I made you something to eat!"
"Just another reason I love you," I told her melodramatically. "You take such good care of me!"
"Well, you owe me! I had to sleep on the couch you were snoring so loudly!"
"I'll make it up to you," I promised as I tucked into the bowl of chili she had put in front of me.
Later that night she collected on the I O U. As we were getting ready for bed she made a point of snuggling up to me and licking my ear. This was her usual prelude to sex. She knows that my ears are one of my erogenous zones. I think she felt sorry for me. We had had sex just a couple of nights before and this was a little sooner than she would have ordinarily made a sexual advance.
We've been together for a while and our sex has become somewhat routine. But not this time! We were both really into it! I was really energetic and she was really responsive. In fact, she had an orgasm really quickly. Usually it took some effort for us to get her to climax. Not this time!
After it was all over, she rolled over to snuggle and whispered in my ear: "That was amazing! You were So good!" before we both went to sleep.
I lazed around the house and went back to work the following day. Professor B made a point of tracking me down when I came in to see how I was doing. I told her everything was okay and she asked me to let her know if that were to change. Which was nice of her. She didn't have a reputation as a 'people person' and it was nice she was making the effort. I appreciated it!
"Well, let me know if anything changes," she told me before charging off to write another grant proposal.
Life went on. A couple of days later I snuggled up to Marjorie on the couch as she was watching some rerun on TV. I was feeling amorous and she was willing to let me have my way with her. I spent some time appreciating her perky B-cup titties and taking the time to get her juices flowing before I started to get to the main event.
As I said earlier, our love-making had become a bit pedestrian. And this time I made an effort to go above and beyond. And I was successful! During the course of almost an hours love making Marge achieved two orgasms! This was quite unusual. But she really enjoyed what I was doing and made that clear to me. She even went so far as to clean my cock with her mouth after I had ejaculated! She knew I liked that but she didn't do it very often. She made sounds of enjoyment as she worked. I took it as a good sign!
I got a good night's sleep I can tell you!
The next morning, a Saturday, I woke up to find Marge giving me a blow-job!
This had never happened before! Ever! Yet here she was, tucked between my legs and sucking on my cock! Rising and falling, using her first three fingers to stroke and hold my cock. She had a habit of holding her pinkie finger out as if she was drinking tea at some posh cafe. Anyway, I wake up and there she is. And it feels great! She's doing an outstanding job.
Now, normally, she could be a little tentative, as if she was uncertain about what she was doing. Not now! She's providing a great b j! First thing in the morning and without me asking! Usually she would have to get a little tipsy to suck my cock! But I wasn't going to interrupt her.
And when I came I guess it took her by surprise. Her eyes snapped wide open as the first jet of cum hit the back of her mouth. And the second one helped fill her mouth.
She made a muffled sound of pleasure and swallowed it down! Something that she had NEVER done before! She would spit my sperm into her hand or a facial tissue or whatever but this time she took it all! She kept the last mouthful and it looked like she rolled it around her mouth before swallowing it down while making yummy sounds! Totally out of character! I had no idea what was happening but I wasn't going to fight about it!
She cuddled up next to me, one hand still on my semi-rigid penis, and dropped off to sleep. And I did the same.
Later that morning she asked me a strange question.
"Honey, have you changed your diet?"
"Um, no. I don't think so. Why?"
"Well I gave you a blow-job this morning, remember?"
"I sure do!" I answered enthusiastically.
"Well, you tasted different. You tasted good. In fact, you tasted wonderful! And that never happened before. Whatever you're doing, keep on doing it!"
"I'll try," I responded. I'd no idea what might have changed. But I made a mental note to keep track of what I ate and drank, just in case.
I did start to keep track of my diet. And I noticed some things that were changing.
The biggest change was our sex life! For one thing, blow-jobs, which had been a once in a while event, became a standard part of our love making. Not always to cum in her mouth but often as a warm-up. And when she did suck me off, Marge always swallowed with obvious enjoyment.
Our sex life was getting better! We had never been what I would call prolific but now we were making love a couple of times a week. And it was not always me initiating the sex.
The other thing that changed over the next little bit kind of snuck up on me. It was Marjorie that noticed the change.
One night after an incredible blow-job she kept on stroking me.
"Lance, are you, um, I mean, look! Your cock, is it getting, um, bigger?"
"What? What do you mean? Bigger?"
"Yeah, I can just barely touch thumb and finger around your cock. You didn't use to be that thick. And I think you're a little longer, too. Let me measure,” She was gone in a flash but was back with a cloth measuring tape in a moment.
"Now, hold still while I get you back up!" she instructed me. She stroked and licked and played with my cock and balls until I was quivering with excitement. Now that she had mentioned it, I did think that I stood a little prouder than I had before. I knew, from measuring when I was a teen, that I was about five and a half inches long.
"Six and one quarter," Marge announced. looking up at me.
"Really? Six and a quarter? I guess I've put on some weight."
Actually, I'd lost weight over the past several weeks. Nothing major, about a pound every seven days. But still,
Later that day, after Marjorie had used her oral skills and reduced my erection to limp and useless, I noted the new information in my iPad.
Weight: 223
Height: 6 1/4
Girth: 6
The next week I was a little larger still. Marge measured me at 7 1/2 inches long and 6 1/4 girth. And now I weighed 221!
Whether it was because I had grown or if it was the improvement in the taste and texture of my cum Marge was continuing to give me more oral attention than she had in the past. She repeatedly told me that I tasted better and that she enjoyed the act of oral sex more than she had in the past. I was fine with it, I can tell you!
"I like the new you," she remarked one night after we had made love again. "You feel better, you are bigger, you fill me more than you used to. I like it!" She had once again achieved more than one orgasm as we had made love. She attributed it to my increase in heft.
At the end of the next week Marjorie complained about the fit of her brassieres. She went to Victoria's Secret and found out that she needed a C-cup bra now! She greeted the news with enthusiasm.
"I've always been a little jealous of the girls with bigger tits, Lance. Now, at last, I'm starting to catch up. I wouldn't mind if I gained a little more weight, you know, on top." She plumped her titties with both hands as she spoke.
Of course eventually it dawned on me that there may be some connection between my growth, Marjorie's changes and the "incident" at the lab.
Professor Builtup was still asking me if I was okay, were there any repercussions from the exposure to her pet machine. And I kept saying that there were not. Even though I was beginning to have my doubts.
Marge kept track of her developments. And I kept track of mine. At the end of the second month we seemed to have settled down. Marge had topped out at 36-D, an increase of two cup sizes from her prior 36-B. And I had plateaued at just over 8 inches long with a concomitant growth of my testicles.
Our sex life was better than either of us could recall. I sprouted an erection when Marge pranced thru the apartment in her underwear, showing off her larger dimensions. And she had continued to initiate sex which she had usually left to me.
She had bought some new clothes. What she called her "teasing" outfits. Tight tops, short skirts, push-up bras. She didn't wear them outside of the house but she would wear them at home and prance around showing off her new curves.
She would sit next to me while I was watching TV. Sometimes her hand would find its way into my lap, caressing my thighs and cock. When she had gotten me hard she would extract my cock from my pants and stroke my cock while cooing endearments.
Without hesitation she would lower her mouth onto my organ and using her tongue, lips and hands would tease me to eruption. Her lips had become a bit more puffy and, I thought, her tongue was longer, more limber! In any case, oral sex was now at the top of the list for Marge!
We also fucked a lot! But it was always preceded (and often followed) by blow jobs with lots of tongue action and her swallowing my copious offerings.
Yes, my now somewhat enlarged balls were able to produce a Lot of semen. And Marge took it all with enjoyment!
"I love the way your big cock fills my hungry little cunt, Lance! I didn't think size mattered but, tell you the truth, the fucking is better now than it was in the past. You push deeper, I can feel you hitting spots that were never hit before! And your bigger cock stretches my cunt lips farther apart. It feels great!"
But I was still wondering what had started all this.
I started to snoop around. I paid more attention to what was happening around me when I was at work.
I soon noticed that there was a three-drawer file cabinet behind Professor B's desk that she never used. It was in a prime location, was always locked and she never opened it. Given that we didn't really have a whole lot of extra room in the lab this struck me as unusual, too.
Long story short, when I jimmied open the file cabinet I found that Professor Builtup's pet project had, at one time, been a rogue project that she and her former fiancé had developed. There were detailed notes, photographs and other documentation. I copied almost everything and took it home to study.
Professor B might not have been the warmest person in the world but she was, apparently, a world class horn-dog! According to her hand-written notes she liked her men on the hefty side and had worked to achieve this!
Some years ago, when she had been an assistant in the lab she had come up with a mechanism that she hoped would provide her and her boyfriend with a more fulfilling sex life. The gizmo that she was now working with had been designed to spur the development of the male sexual organs!
And it worked! It might not be causing seeds to germinate faster but it did cause her boyfriend's cock to expand!
Before he left her to become a porn star in Nevada, Cliff had grown from almost seven inches to just under one foot! There were pictures to prove it!
Apparently an unexpected side-effect was the improvement in taste and texture of the subject's sperm. And the sperm also had some effects on his partner, Professor Builtup.
Among the documented effects were an increase in Professor Builtup's bust size, increased sensitivity of her nipples and enjoyment of tit play. From what I red, Professor B also noted that her lips had become somewhat puffy and she found a marked increase in enjoyment of oral sex.
Her notes didn't say much about the lip thing. But in the course of several months Professor Builtup had gone from a 32-B cup to her current 34-FF!
The effect of the "growth ray" faded after a few weeks but could be replicated if the subject was reintroduced to the emanations from the machine. Cliff had sat in the rays of the machine several times.
I showed what I had found to Marjorie. She red thru all the notes and examined all the pictures.
That night, as she was slowly stroking my cock she broached the subject.
"I think it would be neat if you took another dose of the rays. I really like your new, ah, improvements! And it wouldn't be such a bad thing if I were to expand my bust a little more. You know, to an E or even F cup tits. These feel so good and I love the attention that you and other guys show me when I wear my little teasing outfits."
She clinched the discussion by drawing two loads of cum from me before riding me like a cowgirl! She made sure to dangle her D-cup tits over me and slap my face with those soft pillows. She came several times as well!
The next day I stayed after work and sat under the growth ray for another two minutes. That was about how long I figured I had been exposed the first time.
And over the weeks that followed we both increased our dimensions. I ended up at a Very solid ten inch dong. And Marjorie blew up even a little more than she had planned. She now was the proud owner of a magnificent 36-G bust line. Her 43-26-38 figure was a true knock out! She told me that she had seen one of her admirers trip over a curb and knock himself unconscious when he hit his head on a parked car!
"Both unfortunate and hysterical" she told me with a laugh!
I noticed some other changes as well. To both of us. I became more sculpted, my abs, shoulders, arms and legs all more muscular and defined. I was still losing weight, too!
I weighed in at 202, my cock was a massive 9 3/4" long and 6 1/2" in girth. Marge loved it! She was excited at the increase in size. And she made no attempt to hide how much she enjoyed my enlarging cock and balls.
"Deeper, honey, deeper! Fuck me from behind! I think you go deeper when we do it doggie style!" she exulted one night. "I can't get over how much better it feels when your big cock forces its way into my puss-puss. Ten inches long! You're almost twice as big as you were before! So big, so masculine! Give me all of it, darling, don't hold back!
"And play with my huge tits! I love to feel your hands on my boobs and my nipples while we fuck! Suck 'em, honey, suck my big boobs!" She piled them up on her chest and pulled my face to her massive 43 inch tits for me to play.
Along with her physical changes her attitude continued to evolve. Marge, who had always been a little shy, became much more outgoing in both her looks and attitude. She was wearing makeup more often and playing with her hair. She wore lipstick almost every day. Even when she was just going to work. Mascara and eye shadow appeared from time to time.
Marjorie went to the hair stylist and had her hair dyed a deep russet red. Her lips were now distinctly plump pillows and seemed to always be pursed to kiss something.
Another physical manifestation was the change in her lingual endowment. Her tongue was now longer and more mobile than before. She was now almost able to touch her tongue to the tip of her nose She enjoyed licking and tonguing my cock when she was giving me a blow-job. She would make it all pointy and tease my urethra. And she loved to lick and excite my gonads with her tongue.
And finally, as the capper, when she sucked my cock she no longer had a problem with gagging. She was able to slide herself all the way down to the root of my cock without difficulty. And she loved to do it!
And then, one day she brought up the subject once more.
"Again, darling, I want to be larger! I want You to be larger! With your new length and girth, I can cum and cum! I love it! It used to take a bottle of wine and a jackhammer. Now I can bounce from one orgasm to another! So Good! And now that I can control my gag reflex, I can take your big cock to the root! And I want to feel you going deeper and deeper!" Her newly puffed up lips were nursing on the tip of my cock head and when she stopped speaking she swanned her head, taking me all the way down until she was lipping my ball sack. Her tongue ran out to lick my balls before she retreated and tried to suck both my balls into her mouth. She couldn't do it. They were now so big that the best she could do was take them on one at a time.
"Are you sure, honey? Do you really want to have your bust line expand further? Do you really want my cock to get larger? Are you really sure?"
"Well, I'm only 43 inches you know. I could stand to get a little larger! 36 G-cup sounds really large until you see them. I mean, there are a lot of women with larger boobs than these! Wouldn't you like me to have bigger, rounder tits, honey?" She wrapped herself around my cock and pushed up and down a few times.
"The sex is so good now! I think it will only get better! I never realized what I was missing! And it's great to have a boyfriend that doesn't have to be reassured that 'size doesn't matter'! Cause you are So BIG and I love the feelings you give me so much!" She was running her hands up and down
my hard-on as she spoke. And I have to admit that it felt good! And that I enjoyed having a really big cock!
And if my girlfriend wanted to have the 'size' experience? Who was I to say no? Most men are insecure about their ability to satisfy a woman. I might be able to get to the mythical foot long cock that's mentioned in all the porno literature.
So I did it. I snuck into the lab again one night and gave myself another bath in the emissions from Professor Builtup's magic machine. Three minutes this time.
Perhaps it was the longer exposure. Or maybe it was just that I had had previous exposures. Whatever the reason the outcome was more rapid and more pronounced.
I achieved and exceeded the goal I had considered 'mythical'.
Within 10 days I was hauling around a penis that, while only five inches long when quiescent, would expand to a really massive 12 1/2 inches long, and almost 7 inches in girth! My testicles also grew again. My normal ejaculate which used to be two or three pulses was now at least twice that in volume! And my recovery time was almost instantaneous!
And Marjorie made it a point to test all of this on a regular, almost daily basis! There were few days that we didn't participate in some sort of sexual exploration. Mostly at her initiation. I rarely had to start things.
She would greet me at the door, dressed in some scanty outfit that showed off her curves in great detail. She would pull me to the sofa and strip my pants to the floor and get my cock hard in no time!
Slamming my head between her big tits she would batter me while riding my cock! Her ability to enjoy massive, multiple orgasms meant that she would often spend close to an hour crashing from one to another. All the while praising my cock and balls, calling me her 'horse' and getting me to ejaculate time after time.
I would spew into her and she would slide off me to take my cock into her mouth and bring me back to full strength before she tried another position!
It was great! In the weeks since I had been rayed I expanded some more. I now measured just over thirteen inches in length and seven and a half in girth. I was now bulging out of almost all my trousers. I got some looks from women that I passed in the street. Once a co-ed offered to give me a blow-job! I'd never had THAT happen before. I turned her down, of course, but it was flattering. My newly enlarged genitalia was drawing attention.
Marjorie was also enjoying her physical expansion. Her tits were now stretching the tape at almost 50 inches! She spent a lot of time looking at herself in the mirror. Turning and twisting she would admire how large and beautiful her tits had become. As an added bonus she had incorporated titty fucking into her repertoire of sexual tricks.
It was something that I hadn't really thought about but I enjoyed the feeling as she tucked my huge cock between her tits and teased me until I spurted all over her chest! She would lick it up with her now amazing tongue and then she would tease me back to full strength and have me fuck her brains out.
Our love making now would often last for hours! She would cum and cum and cum. All while praising my over-sized cock and balls. And I in turn was able to ejaculate time after time! My balls were gigantic and produced more sperm than I had ever imagined would be possible.
And Marge loved it! But I, frankly was a little concerned. Who had a thirteen inch cock? It was unheard of!
Almost all of Marl's clothes now were revealing and sexy. Tight, low cut and cleavage revealing blouses were matched with yoga pants or skin tight micro miniskirts that left little to the imagination. And at home she seldom wore underwear. "It just gets in the way," she would tell me as she would jump onto my lap and cram her cunt full of my thirteen inch long cock.
But if I had thought that my most recent growth would be the end of it I was wrong!
One day when I got back from work Marge met me at the door. She was bursting out of her outfit. Skin tight micro-mini skirt revealed dusky hose and garters. Her stripper heels lifted her up at least five inches and made her legs look showgirl gorgeous! Huge boobs stretched her blouse to its limits. Her cleavage was epic. It seemed big enough to swallow a phone pole! It was certainly deep enough to swallow my hard on. She proved it after giving me a scorching hot kiss and then kneeling down and slotting my stiffie between her tits.
"I love feeling your hard-on between my boobs, darling! It's so thick and stiff! When you cum you spurt all over me so I can lick up all your spunk! And it tastes so good! Then I get to make it hard again if you've lost any of your amazing size! Just until recently I could give you a great tit-fuck while sucking on the tip of your cock. But now my titties are too big! See? When I relax the pressure your cock is still hidden between my huge mams!"
"And that's just not right!"
"I need more honey, I want you to be bigger! The bigger you get the better it feels! I've never had sex like this before and I want more of it! More of your immense cock! More of the delicious cum that your enormous balls produce so much of! I like to taste it, to swallow it! And if my tits keep getting bigger, that's okay with me! The bigger they get, the more attention I get and I like all the attention! These fifty-one inch wonders are amazing! I wonder if I could get to sixty inches? Could I carry tits that big? What would I look like?" She stretched and popped the buttons on her blouse which had been too tight to start.
"Now slide that huge cock between my titties and fuck them! I want to see you spew all over my massive boobs before we fuck like bunnies tonight!"
And we did, of course. I admit that the feelings of concern faded away as we spent the next several hours fucking each other to the point of unconsciousness. Deep throating was now a particular favorite of Marjorie's. She loved the feeling of having my giant prong slide down her throat.
So after I blew my first load into her mouth while fucking her immense boobs, she slid over me and began to suckle gently on my cock. She had me back to full strength in no time. She lay between my legs and drove herself down my cock until she was touching my ball sack. She stretched her tongue out to caress my balls and then began to rise and fall. She would stop from time to time to stroke my shaft with both hands. She was laughing and praising my cock for its size and stiffness.
After she collected another load from me she dropped her immense tits onto my head. This always resulted in another hard-on. And this time she rode me energetically. Time and again she came, crying my name, urging me to go faster, deeper, harder!
So two nights later I was in the lab preparing to get another dose of the amazing ray machine. I had just confirmed that everything was good to go when the Lab door opened behind me. I had locked it so I knew that it was either the maintenance people or,
"So I was right!" exclaimed Professor Builtup. "There was someone fooling around with this machine after hours! I thought it would be you too, Mr. Risto. I knew someone had opened my private file cabinet. I figured it had to be you. Particularly after you started to bulge out of your pants whenever you caught a glimpse of my boobs!"
I kept my mouth shut. I didn't know how much trouble I was in. But I didn't want to make it any worse! I had been caught red-handed.
"So, you did have a reaction to the rays!" she told me. "I knew it! I just knew it!" She stopped and smiled at me.
"So, Mr. Risto, show me! You've had several sessions with my machine, haven't you? Show me! Slide out of those pants and show me the results of your exposure!"
I didn't see as I had too many options so I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I let them fall to the floor, exposing my boxers which were filled with my junk.
"Come on, take them off! I want to see it all," demanded Professor Builtup. As she spoke she was doffing her coat. Her big tits filled her sweater to the bursting point. If I had not had recent experience with Marjorie I would have thought that they were huge. But my frame of reference was different now! I knew that Professor Builtup sported a 36-FF bra. Impressive but not nearly as large as Marge's massive 51-26-38 figure. She proudly wore a 34-NN cup Goddess bra. It just barely fit. AND Marjorie was hoping to grow even larger!
I slowly removed my boxers. I slid the waistband down over my shaft, allowing it to be revealed slowly. When it was released it snapped up to slap against my stomach.
"Holy fucking HELL!" exclaimed Professor Builtup. "You are immense! Cliff got to be eleven inches long! But you're even bigger! Thicker! Longer!" She had dropped to her knees in front of me as she spoke. Both hands reached out to stroke my shaft! "Oh, my God! What a cock!"
"Mr. Risto, I think it's only fair that since it was my machine that caused you to expand to this size," she shook my dong for emphasis, "it's only fair that you let me experience the results! Have you found that your ejaculate is more copious, that your recovery is faster?" I nodded my head.
"I knew it! Now, let me," she leaned forward and took my cock head in her mouth.
After a moment she pulled back, hacking and coughing.
"Jesus! Just your cock head fills my mouth! So BIG!" she crowed. "I love a big cock! And yours is the largest I've ever encountered! This is going to be so much fun! For both of us!"
And then Professor Builtup gave me the best blow-job I'd ever had! I thought that Marge was good. Professor B put her in the shade! She had me on the brink of an eruption with-in three minutes. And when she made me cum she didn't slow down at all. What she didn't swallow, she spit into her hand and used it to lubricate my shaft and then pushed herself back down to the bottom and started all over again!
In the next little while she provoked me to blow a load three more times. I came four times in less than half an hour! Amazing!
"Dear God, what a prodigious member! I can't get over it! This is so much fun." she told me. I could only agree. Her fabulous mouth and lips had me fully aroused despite how often I had blown a load into and onto her!
Later that night, after she had had me fuck her almost unconscious, she helped me set up the machine and gave me another dose of the rays.
By the time I got home I had recovered enough that I was able to satisfy Marge before dropping off to sleep.
Things were different at work the next day. For one thing, Professor B smiled at me when I came in. That was a first. For another, she asked me to help her sort some materials in the storage room. And while I sat at the desk sorting samples, she knelt under the desk and attempted to drain my balls of cum! Time after time she stroked, sucked, licked and otherwise managed to pull more semen from my balls. She was moaning and sighting, giggling and laughing. She was indefatigable!
After a while she had climbed out of her blouse and bra and was letting her big tits swing freely as she played with my cock. She would cup her boobs, slap them together repeatedly and give me tit fucks until she was ready to harvest my cum. She had a real preference for oral sex. She told me that she was afraid that she would not be able to stay quiet if I crammed my cock into her cunt!
Finally she instructed me to put the samples away and she sat on my lap while fucking me! So much for being quiet! She pulled her tits out of her clothes and had me suck on her nipples. The one I wasn't paying attention was the one that she herself sucked on. She came like a bomb several times. Only the tit in her mouth muffled the sounds that she was making! She really was a horn-dog! There were few things that she wouldn't do.
To be continued in part 9, Based on a post by D D D Dave for Literotica.