Aftermath and a... Secondary Treatment?

You closed your own eyes as well. Your orgasm left you feeling relaxed and your limbs heavy. Sweat had sprouted across your forehead and along your back that now felt cool in the air-conditioned house. Your breathing had picked up, yet now began to slow. Quiet, slowly but surely, returned to the space. Until…

“Wow,” Rachel muttered.

You forced your heavy eyes open to look at her. She looked over at her twin sister, sloppy with sweat and saliva. She looked at you and the sheen that covered your slowly deflating cock. A shudder ran through her body and goose bumps raised on her arms. Suddenly, you remembered that she, too, had been diagnosed. And you were aware that exposure to semen like this could ramp up a person’s desire for it.

“How,” you croaked out, before clearing your throat. “How are you?”

She sucked on her teeth, eyes flicking between Megan and your nude groin. With a small, humorless smile and a shake of her head, she spoke in a small voice.

“Is it always gonna be like that for her?” her voice sounded small and scared. Like a woman deeply concerned for her sister.

“No, not at all.”

You sat up to console her, though you felt silly doing so with your cock still slick with Megan’s spit and softening in the cool air.

“She… had resisted her addiction for too long. She went too long without it. This,” you said, pointing to your dick and the lesbian now sleeping next to you. “Is what happens when a patient ignores what their body tells them it needs for too long. If we stay on top of things, she will never ever get to that point again.”

You held one hand up and another over your heart.

“Doctor’s promise.”

She nodded silently, but a real smile broke through her otherwise glum face.

“Thank you, Will. I know it wasn’t exactly a… hardship. Pun not intended, actually. But I also know this must be… so fucking weird.”

You ran your tongue over your teeth before you responded.

“It’s very complicated. Yes, getting my dick sucked feels good. Cumming feels good. But this is also a medical treatment. We live in the single strangest of times that cumming in a woman’s mouth can qualify as that. However, it does not negate the fact that I am here as a medical professional. It is… my priorities are on making sure you two are taken care of and feel comfortable in the process.”

You slowly shook your head and shrugged.

“It is the great challenge of our time to do both of those things with SSDS.”

“And a great challenge it must be,” she teased. When she smiled at you now, it seemed like a bit of her life and laughter might have returned. You weren’t good at pep talks, but something you said must have helped.

“Could be worse. Could be polio.”

“Yeah, well, that didn’t make women swallow men’s dicks,” she said with a quirk of her eyebrow. “I’m sure the vaccine will come a little slower for this.”

You sucked in your lips to prevent a smile.

“What is it?” she asked, lowering her head to gaze at you intensely.

You held up your hands as though to pause her asking more, but relented.

“People talk about this disease in a very hetero-normative way… but the numbers seem pretty even across genders. And I can personally tell you that I have shaken hands with a Republican senator who was… shall we say grateful for all the hard work we do.”

Megan’s face lit with joy instantly.

“OH MY GOD, who?! You have to tell me!” she begged.

It was a struggle to maintain your professional integrity, but you were successful as the two of you made small talk. The feeling of the air against your dick served as a reminder of the strange situation you found yourselves in, but you felt that pulling up your pants would somehow disturb the delicate peace the moment’s conversation afforded you two. And Megan seemed happy for the first time of the night. Of course you needed to talk more, but for now, things seemed normal again.

Yet, it was a fickle calm, quickly snuffed out by reality.

“So,” she began when the conversation lulled for a single moment. “Um… how am I supposed to ask for… a dose?”

She pursed her lips and refused to meet your eyes.

A nervous smile played across your lips as you, too, found difficulty meeting your friend’s eyes.

“Like that, to be honest. You just ask. I know it is weird and embarrassing, I won’t pretend it’s not. But, it’s also a medical necessity.”

You shrugged and finally looked her in the face. Her blue eyes peered curiously at your dick, a gentle flush spreading across her pale cheekbones. Her throat bobbed with an anticipatory swallow as the addiction wormed its way into her brain. You could see her breaths becoming more shallow as her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“Rachel,” you said gently, putting your fingers on her chin to force her into meeting your eyes. “Megan was at the end of her rope. You aren’t. I know that you feel like you need semen, but you don’t need to ‘extract’ the dose yourself.”

“Maybe,” she began with a nervous smile. “But you just came. I don’t know how long it would take you get off on your own. However, I know I can make you get there quicker.”

There was some enthusiasm in her voice, a bit of life leftover from your chat. But certainly, also, the cum addiction sending pulses of serotonin to her brain at the thought of drinking your seed.

“Probably,” you admitted with a wry smile. “But I have time.”

She took your hand off of her chin and gave you a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“I know,” she began. She delicately grabbed her jacket zipper and opened it up. Underneath, she wore a lacy bralette that held her massive tits but did little to hide her nipples poking through the fabric. She shrugged off her jacket, but left on the purple bra as she leaned over your lap. Your breath caught in your throat as her weight settled on your left thigh and her fingers wrapped around your soft cock.

“But,” she continued, “I don’t.”

With that, Rachel lowered her head to your lap and took you into her mouth.