Acceleration - The End

Jen drove me home. We discussed the curse, but she didn't have any ideas beyond, "You might as well enjoy yourself while you can."

The next day, Sunday, I woke up and resolved to do exactly that. I went for a long run that ended at Angela's house, and I had Angela and Louise together lick and suck me. I tried something I had been thinking of since our session in the locker room: I sat on Angela's face, pressing my ass firmly down on her mouth, and then had her wife suck my cock. It was glorious.

I took a shower at their house and then headed to Toni's house. I played with her lovely pierced nipples for a while... I didn't have to cum again, but I had her take me over to Amanda's house. I had the two of them make out for a while, then I had Toni sit next to me while Amanda gave me a "beer and a blowjob".

I found out then that, compared to Ellen, Amanda really was a second-rate cocksucker.

I was feeling a little funny about that realization, and I didn't want to hurt Amanda's feelings, but at the same time I needed to get something off my chest. So, I told them about the visit to the hospital, and the mold, and the dildos, and the videos. All the while Amanda was sucking my dick (I even pissed once).

Toni gave me a funny look. "This stuff is all easy," she said. "We can set up an online store for women to buy these. You can even make a little profit off them. And we can charge a little for the courses as well."

I switched women and had Toni on my cock for the second beer. Partway through that, Amanda said, "You know what would be cool? If you had a phone app to track where we all are. So you never are left stranded when you need to cum. Or piss."

In case you can't tell, we're nearing the end of my story. The rest is not actually very interesting in some ways.

We did make the app -- Amanda and Steven mortgaged their house on my behalf to fund it. I should probably have just asked Kate, but I had a feeling...

We charge $1 per month for the app. At first it was just the handful of women on my phone -- 20 or so. But it spread like wildfire. Much of the nursing staff at the hospital. Then women through my town and the University town. Then through their connections it started spreading through the state, the country, the world.

I eventually funded some research into how the curse expressed for me. Women with an A cup or smaller, who are over 26 (the actual age varies, but definitely never younger than 26), are "mine", from the waist up. So, you can imagine the numbers -- I'm rich beyond most dreams, and I spread the wealth around to Amanda, Steven, Ellen, Brenda; and even those who had a lesser impact. I made sure my step-siblings got the money they needed (without giving too much to my shrew of a step-mom).

I did eventually try all the things Ellen and Brenda suggested: slapping a woman, spitting on a woman. I've cum in a woman's open eyes. I'm not into all of those, but there's a section on the app where women can write their fantasies, and if I happen across one of those, I will act it out for her.

I can't remember the last time I used an actual porcelain urinal. I just check the app and find the nearest woman. She's happy to do it, in fact they usually post a selfie on the app, sometimes with a big "Urinal!" stamp.

If you've seen a famous woman -- a movie star, or politician, say -- who fits my criteria... I've probably cum in her mouth. I made the rounds through Hollywood, and I've gone to fashion week to find the older models. I've traveled to every continent now, getting head from women I'll only ever meet once. On airplanes I have the stewardess fetch women from economy class -- wives, mothers -- to come suck my cock or drink my urine.

What I haven't done -- ever -- is have sex. I have tried, but it is impossible. Most women simply refuse, but when you have enormous piles of cash, the refusals start to get quiet. But I found that, no matter what the scenario, no matter what **** I took, I can't perform in the end.

I have a couple women who come with me everywhere. But, I don't have normal relationships. I don't really have friends. I can't have children (even artificial insemination is out, I checked).

Seven years ago, Jason announced the birth of George, his baby boy. I have eleven years left to live.

Now you know all. So you tell me: blessing? Or curse?