Issue #4

"Okay then. Your turn," Josie prompted after she untied her robe and let it drop to the floor, wearing nothing underneath.

You had seen a lot of naked women today. Four times as many as you had seen in your life up until this point. But she was the most athletic of the women you had seen. She was tall like her daughter, with long tanned legs. Her build was more that of a sprinter than a distance runner, with powerful thighs and a strong toned core. Though with her generous bust, the act of sprinting was more than likely a little uncomfortable.

You kicked off your shoes and socks and then slid your jeans down your legs, showing off your heart dotted boxers and semi-freeing your growing erection.

"So what does your power do?" she asked while she patiently waited for you to strip.

You contemplated this as you pulled your cotton t-shirt up over your shoulders. You wondered if telling her too much would cause the Gullibility to wear off, but now seemed as good a time as any to test it out.

"So from what I have gathered so far, if I make a request, statement, or give someone an explanation. And I focus on them. They are inclined to believe me, even if it's far fetched," you explained. You pulled down your boxers and let your member free.

The weirdest part was that she barely even looked at your dick, like it was totally a normal thing to be standing naked and in front of each other like this. It made you a little self conscious. You were not in poor shape. You had pretty strong arms and a fairly muscular chest, but you certainly did not have washboard abs or vascular muscles. You liked food too much. And your average sized dick was more than enough in your eyes, but she seemed like she was not distracted by it at all.

"Hmm that's very interesting. Not quite helpful for taking down anyone in a fight. But it could definitely be useful in an auxiliary capacity, if you're able to figure out how to activate it without getting naked," she commented, taking a step towards you as she pondered, "I'm a bit more resilient than most, so it might not work on me. But go ahead and try."

A short laugh escaped your lips, despite your best efforts. She was standing there naked and fully convinced that your power only worked like this. And even after hearing how your power worked, did not realize that you had already used it multiple times. "Ummm okay. Like, if I told you that I'm actually allergic to agave and can't drink tequila," you activated Gullibility, "and the only way for my heart to not stop is for me to ejaculate out the allergen. You'd belie-"

"Holy shit! Why wouldn't you have told me that back when I poured you a drink. Quick! Start jerking off. I can get some lube or something," her eyes went wide with panic and she began looking around, trying to think of any sort of solution.

No way that just fucking worked. "It's already started affecting my hands and they can't move. I'm going to need your help," You added, pushing your luck.

A determined look flashed across her face, like a hero being called to action. She dropped into her heroic stance (down on her knees), looked her foe right in the eye (stared at your cock), and said a witty one liner ("I'm gonna need to suck it"). It was as classic a superhero scene as you could possibly imagine.

Her nimble fingers wrapping around your shaft sent a pulse of sensation through you. Every muscle in your body tensed as you took the first step into the freezing cold waters of the lake of pleasure. Her fingers slowly slid up from the shaft to the head, coaxing the tension out of you.

Her caring eyes looked up at you, "If there is anything that you like or that will help, tell me and I'll do it."

She said it with so much sincerity that you began to feel really bad about doing this under the guise that you had created. That thought was quickly pushed to the back of your mind as her lips wrapped around the end of your member and a wet heat began permeating around your sensitive tip. Her tongue flicked forward, brushing over your every nerve.

It was a quick but passionate kiss, her mouth flirting with your cock before it grew more comfortable in the relationship. And like any budding romance, she pushed further. Her lips slid down past the head and coated more of you in her slick embrace before returning to the head for another taste.

Despite every push forward going further and further, her mouth took the time when she pulled back to kiss and suckle on the tender and pleasure hungry tip. Every new sensation drew out a moan. Every movement caused a muscle to tense and then relax.

And after many dates, the young romance between Josie's attentive lips and your needy cock flourished. Her eyes flicked up to you. Humble brown jewels looking up to yours, asking permission to take the relationship to the next level. Despite how possessive you were over your cherished son, you nodded your approval.

She took one last trip to the spot where the young love began. Her passionate and diligent lips rested in place as she pulled a deep breath in through her nose. With closed eyes, she pressed forward further than she had gone before, centimeter by centimeter, until her lips were around the base and your head was rubbing the back of her throat.

The fullness of the embrace was mesmerizing and inebriating. Every nerve that could possibly feel the gratifying sensation was being indulged by the contact and moist pressure emanating from within. Her cheeks hollowed and her throat began to flinch against the intimate invasion, but with her nails digging deep into the backs of your legs, she steadied herself and held in place.

Unfortunately, hedonistic love can only exist for so long before it becomes toxic. Eventually, her mouth withdrew from your cock completely and she gagged and gasped for air. This left you cold and wanting. Toxic love has a magnetism to it and her attention returned solely to your cock once more, now that she had gotten her fill of oxygen. Release had not been attained yet, so back to the honeymoon period the couple went. She kissed and licked the tip like it was the first time, but this only sated your greedy cock for so long.

Back to the deep throating cycle she went, bouncing between head and base at a frantic and churning pace. She impaled herself on you with reckless abandon. A messy divorce was sure to be the only result of this passionate and unstable tryst. The writing was in the inky mascara running down her cheeks. The gasps, expletives, and sharp inhales were the music du jour.

Your fingers curled.

Your toes curled.

Your brain drowned out every single thought other than orgasmic release.

"I'm. S-so fucking close," you let out.

Her lips withdrew themselves from the star-crossed relationship and let her mediating hand hash out the details of the separation while she sucked in air. Pump by pump her palm painstakingly pulled every preserved piece of pleasure from the doomed affair. And finally with vivid waves of relief, you entrusted her face and her heaving breasts with the custody of your children.

All that your softening and dripping cock was left with were memories sure to cause a deep, aching nostalgia.