Prescribed medical techniques to calm the male libido #3: I Love You

It's been literally an hour since we started this little 'session' of ours.

As I laid there on the bed, moaning to high heaven as I came inside Stacy's mouth for the second time tonight as she was slurping it down like it was cold water in a desert oasis, it struck me that something was supremely odd.

Well, odder than the fact that I was having the sexiest bustiest doctor on Earth, Mars, and Venus go to town on my dick.

I came about four-ish times already tonight, and yet I still had the stamina to keep going like a raging bull. Now normally, back in the old days before the whole amnesia thing, I was a one-shot-one-kill kind of guy. I ain't afraid to admit it, I was the type who blows out once and stay limp for another few hours.

The fact that I could recover so quickly despite already churning out about a gallon of cum tonight, it really settled in this idea of how much I changed since 2019.

The longer dick, the four-pack abs, the longer endurance, I was clearly not the same man I once was.

Hell, even as I thought this to myself, I could already feel my cock growing back to full mast as Stacy gently nursed my cock in her mouth. I was half-sure that she was actually doing this on purpose at this point, forcing me to get hard again just so that she could have another excuse to get me to cum.

With a plop and a gasp of breath, she panted heavily and looked at my dick with a neutral frown, “Oh, whoops. Looks like I overdid it and got you hard again. Guess we have to do another round, won’t we?”

Despite the fact that she was doing her best to remain nonchalant about this, she was clearly having a lot of fun from this.

Not going to lie, this was extremely hot. I have no idea why she was so willing to please me so much, but I could honestly get use to this if this wasn’t a one time thing.

But it still raised the question that I’ve been trying hard not to think about while this was going on.

What the fuck is our relationship together? Are we more than just friends? Is this some kind of friends with benefits situation? Is this our first time ever doing something like this?

I want to know these answers, yet I also really don’t. I honestly kind of just... I dunno.

I really want to pretend that Stacy is my girlfriend right now. Hell, I want her to BE my girlfriend. Once I learn the true answer to what our relationship is really like, before the amnesia, well... it’ll be much harder to pretend we’re anything else.

A large part of my brain is screaming at me to step back from this train of thought and calm the hell down. I know that this was me probably overreacting to some sort of lovesickness due to the fact that I’ve been a lonely single bastard for so long. Feeling this head over heels over someone I’ve only just known for days at most, even if we’ve known each other for years before the amnesia, isn’t justified.

I was an ape playing with fire, something I couldn’t possibly understand at this time.

Yet still... Still, I want to have her so much, it’s driving me mad!

She was perfect! A genius with a smoking hot body, who doesn’t care if I stared, who loved pleasing her partner during sex-

God, what is even wrong with me? I don’t even know her well enough to know what she’s really like! I don’t know her favorite color, her hobbies- I don’t even know if she feels the same towards me! For all I know, this is just some sort of pity fuck that evolved into a sexy one night stand, with no romantic strings attached.

How would she even react if she ever found out I felt this way towards her? Would she get creeped out enough to realize she was just leading me on and put a stop to this sexual escapade? Would she just say that we’re only friends and nothing more?

I already know she had feelings for her mentor. I don’t know what that means in the grand scheme of things when we were literally having sex right now, but I already know for a fact that she’d readily leave me if this mentor of hers ever asked her to.

Maybe I should just... shut up and enjoy her touch and the warmth of her body while I still could. Before this all had to come to an abrupt stop.

I’ll deal with my feelings later, when I have time for myself...

Finally catching her breath, Stacy offered, “Well, we’ve done my hands, my breasts, and my mouth already. Do you want me to do a repeat of any of them, or maybe do a combination of all three at the same time?”

“Um, actually...” I gulped, before asking, “You’ve been doing a lot of work to please me this whole time, but... I notice you haven’t gotten off yourself, even though you’ve gotten so wet. Do you think, maybe, you wanna... do this in a way that might pleasure... the both of us?” I finished off with an extremely unsure and hesitant shrug.

It took her a moment to really register my words. After a while, her eyes widened as she asked, “You mean, vaginal sex?!”

“Is that too much to ask?” I asked, feeling very stupid and suddenly regretful over my decision to open my stupid mouth.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that!” She hurriedly waved away, dispelling my worries, “I was just surprised at the suggestion is all. It didn’t even occur to me.”

It didn’t even occur to her? The hell does that mean?

“Have you ever... had intercourse before?” I hesitantly asked, wondering to myself if I just asked the dumbest fucking question I could ever have asked.

She gave a small chuckle, “Yes, I have. Just... not often.” She explained further, “I’m usually better at foreplay with my hands and mouth, you know? I don’t have that much experience with doing it vaginally.”

“But then, how do you orgasm when you’re with a partner?” I asked incredulously.

She blushed, adjusting her glasses awkwardly, “Um... my hands, most of the time. Mostly from my hands and dirty talk.”

That hardly seems fair at all. Who in their right mind would dare purposely leave this buxom beauty unsatisfied, to the point where the only way she can get off is to do it herself?

“Well.... um... do you wanna do it vaginally then? It doesn’t really seem fair to have all the ‘fun’ for myself, so to speak.” I asked her.

She seemed almost hesitant to even answer, frowning as she asked, “Is that something... you want to do?”

“I mean, I asked you first.” I countered, “if given the choice, would you want to do it?”

She gave the idea a considerable amount of thought, concentrating heavily before she decided on an answer.

Jesus, you’d think she was under some command to never have sex vaginally unless strictly asked.

After a moment of awkward silence, she finally said, “I... wouldn’t mind.” Then she hesitantly asked, “Can we do it... vaginally then?”

“I definitely wouldn’t mind either.” I instantly answered, realizing that I sounded a bit too eager in my response.

She must have caught on, as she giggled a bit and said, “Then I guess it can’t be helped, can it? Lay on your back and get ready for me.”

I did as she ordered, laying flat on my back and letting myself sink in to the memory foam of the bed.

I stared intently as Stacy seductively pulled her panties off before she crawled forward to get on top of me, smushing her tits against every inch of me from the toes all the way up to my chest.

We were now extremely close and face to face with each other. Her steady breath almost tickled my cheeks, and I could only imagine that she could feel the jet turbines of my nostrils breathing excitedly.

“It’s always so much fun to see how much my body excites you.” She teased, “You act like a little kid who discovered a nudie magazine for the first time. It’s adorable.”

I could only nervously chuckle at that, having no idea how else to respond. I mean, what could I say? I’ve literally never had sex before, as far as I was aware. Of course I was going to be eager and nervous about it.

Actually, that raises up a good point, now that I think about it.

Before she got ready to grab my cock to insert into her, I held her hand still to stop her.

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “Something the matter? Having second thoughts?”

“No it’s not that!” I reassured her out of instinct, before realizing, “Wait, actually, maybe? Okay so, I bear with me for a bit. I have no idea if I’ve ever had sex in the past seven years before I got this amnesia. In my perspective, this is pretty much my first time. I don’t know if I’ll be experienced enough to... I don’t know, satisfy you or something.”

For some odd reason, Stacy had a very mischievously wry smile on as I explained this. It’s almost as if she knew something about this that I didn’t.

Caressing my cheek, she turned on the charm as she sensually asked, “Does this mean that I’m basically your first, then? You’re about to give your virginity to me?”

I gulped, before replying unsurely, “I mean... yeah, probably. Maybe. I don’t know.”

She giggled, “Does the idea of me taking your virginity excite you even more?”

“Sort of?” I shrugged.

“In that case, don’t worry your pretty innocent little head, John.” She reassured me, before kissing me gently on the cheek. The action flared me up a bit, since I wasn’t expecting such a romantic gesture. “Just let me do all the work, as usual. Okay?”

“You’ve been doing all the work this whole night. This hardly seems fair to you.” I pointed out, feeling slightly guilty.

Stacy giggled again, “I’ll make you pay me back later in the future, then. Now get ready, I’m going to insert it in, okay?”

She didn’t wait for me to argue or respond, already on the move to shrug my hand away and pull my cock.

I let out a tiny whine as she gently rubbed my tip against her wet slit. It wasn’t long before she finally inserted it in and I could feel a cover of wet warmth wrapped around me.

“Oh god...” Stacy jolted upright and spasmed a bit as she penetrated her, but was able to calm herself down.

When she looked back down at me, she seemed much less flirtatious and much more ****. Her eyes seemed glazed, just like before, as if she wasn’t in her right state of mind anymore.

But she definitely seemed to be in control of herself, or at least somewhat, when she asked, “If you weren’t sure before, you can be sure now that you’re not a virgin anymore. How does it feel?”

“It feels... warm. Good. Like I belong in it.” I blurted out the last bit without really thinking. Kind of felt embarrassing to admit.

She chuckled, “Sweet of you to say. Are you ready to go further?”

I wordlessly nodded, nervous yet filled with anticipation.

She steadied herself by placing her hands on my shoulders, and gave me one weak smile, “Here I go.”

She began to slowly bounce on top of me, moving my cock in and out of her pussy like a steady piston.

Shit, this was awesome... Part of me still couldn’t believe I was having sex with such a wonderful and sexy girl. Almost on instincts, I put my hands around her hips to help steady her as I started thrusting into her myself.

Stacy closed her eyes tight as she started panting heavily, seeming immersed from the noisy sloshing wet penetration. From the brief moments she had her eyes open, I could see her go completely mindless. It was like she was a complete different person. A mindless sex puppet.

I don’t know what I’m doing to cause her to go into this weird “auto-pilot” mode, but I’m thanking the heavens for the fact that I got my dick surgically enlarged. Although, half of me is still sort of pissy and jealous about the guy who probably enlarged it for me.

Fuck- I can’t think straight. Her pussy was so warm and so tight, pushing in feels just a good as pulling out. It was almost like it was specifically made for me.

God, I’d have anything to have her for myself. If only she didn’t have that mentor of hers, she’d probably be mine a long time ago.

You won’t believe this immense selfish satisfaction I felt from the idea that I was stealing Stacy away from her mentor. All she ever does was go on and on about how great the guy is, yet here she is bouncing on my dick like my own personal fleshlight.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.” I grunted, allowing my perverted dirty side to come out again. It was strange that I even had a side like this to begin with. I always imagined myself to be more the romantic lover type, so it really was a surprise to find out I had such a dirty side. “I wish I could just do this to you whenever I wanted! No matter how busy you are, all I have to do is just walk in, tear your pants off, and take you whenever I want!”

“Whenever, however, wherever you want!” Stacy mumbled in an almost zombie-like fashion, moaning as she grinded on my pelvis. “I want you inside me forever and ever!”

“What a fucking perverted slut you are, getting addicted to my cock only after just a few minutes!” I started groping her boobs, having fun tweaking her nipples as it bounced so majestically. “You crave me, don’t you Stacy? You crave this cock like it’s fucking water in a desert oasis!”

“Yes, John! I need it so bad! I love it so bad I’ll be your addicted cu whore whenever you want me to be!” She panted, her hands caressing my chest as she continued to bounce on me, “Oh god, I don’t ever want to stop! I just want to be locked in a room with you for the rest of my life so you could use it as an excuse to fuck me senseless!”

“Yeah? You sure about that? You won’t ever get any other cock besides my own if you did that, you know. Will a cockslut like you be able to survive that long with only one cock?” I growled, thrusting inside her.

“I only ever need your cock, John! No other cock in the world could satisfy me like you do! I’d die happy if you fucked me like this forever!” She screamed, hunching forward and laying on top of my chest in a reverse missionary position.

...

It was strange. Her words brought me out of my trance and back to reality, almost like magic. I couldn’t help but feel my heart throb more as I repeated what she just told me in my head.

I know it’s just mindless dirty talk in order to excite me, but...

“Do you mean it, Stacy?” I asked, “I’m the only one you’ll ever need?”

“Fuck yes, John!” She cried out, laying down flat on top of me as she started violently grinding on my cock, “Your cock is the only thing that satisfies me! I need it so much, it drives me crazy!”

Fuck me, I’m about to do something stupid.

I hugged her tight against me, smushing her breasts against my chest and thrusted harder inside her.

She completely melted in my arms, moaning like a banshee the entire time.

“Do you want me, Stacy? Because I want you. I want you so badly.” I told her.

She nodded mindlessly, closing her eyes as she smiled, “I want you, John! I want you to violate me! Make me your property!”

“Promise me you’ll never do this for any other man. Promise me that you’ll only ever do this for me.”

I was almost at my limit. I could feel myself near the edge of another orgasm.

“Promise you’ll only ever be mine, and I’ll do anything you want.” I begged her.

Like an obedient puppet, she nodded and shouted, “I promise! Oh god, I fucking promise to be yours forever!”

I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“John, I’m about to cum!” Stacy screamed, plunging herself in and out faster and faster, like a vibrating machine.

“I love you.”

For a brief moment, Stacy’s eyes cleared up and looked at me with shock.

I didn’t give her a chance to react. I kissed her as I came inside her.

I could feel her spasm in my arms as her body exploded in fluids, completely drenching my crotch and making stains on the bed. We both violently came at the same time, as my lips were attached to hers.

It almost seemed like she wanted to push away for a moment, when she pulled her hands up to my chest. But she relaxed soon after and started kissing me back.

Eventually, things quiet down. Our bodies laid still against each other as we finished our orgasm, our lips still touching.

Stacy was the first to pull away from me, adjusting her glasses as she awkwardly chuckled, “That was... fun. Very fun. I hope it was fun for you too, John?”

I nodded, “Yeah. It was.”

I stared into her eyes, wondering to myself if this course of action was a good idea. I don’t think I could take it back now.

Our fluids slowly dripped down on my cock, both my semen and her fluids mixing together so beautifully as if it was meant to be together.

She looked away and gave a slightly hesitant laugh, “That was... erm... an interesting twist to the end of that roleplay session. Never saw it coming-“

“It wasn’t roleplay.” I immediately corrected her, “At least, not near the end.”

“W-What do you mean?” She chuckled nervously, sounding almost incredulous.

“I meant it. I love you. I really do.” I confessed to her.

She frowned.

I knew it. I made a mistake.

A part of me wanted to just crawl into a hole and die right then and there. I wanted to just leave, just to avoid hearing what she had to say in response. Deny the inevitable, pretend this all never happened.

Another part of me felt strangely insistent that I stay and keep going until I’ve bet all in with the chips on the table.

“J-John... you can’t... you don’t actually mean that.” She told me.

I raised an eyebrow, “What makes you say that?”

“It’s just- I mean... you don’t mean it. Of course you don’t.” She responded, as if it was a valid answer.

“I’m pretty sure I do.” I insisted, confessing to her again, “I love you, Stacy. I really-“

She interrupted me with a frustrated, “No! You don’t!”

Steadily, she pulled herself off of me and laid right next to me on the bed, releasing my flaccid cock out of her as our fluids leaked from her pussy.

“John... You-“ she kept pausing, having no idea what to say. “You shouldn’t say that. You don’t even know who I am. You’ve only just gotten to know me literally days ago.”

“I can learn more about you as time goes on!” I told her, “We don’t have to rush. We can start off slow and steady. Get to know each other all over again.”

“That’s not the problem, John! You- You-... ugh...” she gave a heavy and depressed sigh. “You wouldn’t be saying any of this if you still had your memories. Our relationship before your amnesia isn’t something as simple as-“

“I seriously don’t care what our relationship was like before I had my amnesia, Stacy.” I firmly told her, “Ever since I’ve gotten to talk and know more about you, I’ve had this major crush on you that I can’t control or hide anymore. This feeling I have? There’s no god damn way it just appeared out of nowhere in a span of a few hours, Stacy. It must have come from something originally. The more I talk to you, and hang out with you, the more time I spend with you, it keeps growing and growing, like a knife cutting deeper in my chest. I really do think I’m in love with you, and I want to explore this feeling even further.”

“But... but this doesn’t make any sense!” Stacy muttered, her eyes looking away with a confused furrow brow,“You never gave any hints that suggested that you felt this way before. Not with me.” She silently muttered, “Never with me... the idea that you might feel this way, even back then, it’s just...”

“I don’t know why it’s so hard to believe, but I’m telling the truth.” With a sigh, I hesitantly began, “I get that there... might be another guy in your life, maybe, that’s much more interesting and cooler than me. Maybe you’re already in love with someone else and I’m just making a idiot out of myself by confessing all this. But I know for a fact that I’m not lying or making this up. What I’m feeling for you right now is so strong, it can’t be some sort of fake small puppy crush.” With a sigh, I reaffirmed, “I love you, I seriously do. I want to be with you. And I so desperately want you to be mine.”

She looked at me like I was crazy. It was almost as of her eyes were looking at a complete stranger, staring on in bewilderment.

I frowned, “Look, just... I get that I probably just weirded you out and messed up our relationship now by doing this. If you don’t feel the same way, then just tell me now so that I can stop feeling this way. I don’t want to have a false sense of hope.”

She was silent for the longest time, looking into my eyes as if searching for something, I had no idea what was going through her mind.

But then she did something I didn’t really see coming.

She reached a hand out to grab my cheek. It made my heart rush.

“You’re absolutely sure? This isn’t some byproduct of brain damage or anything of the sort?” She asked, with a hopeful tone. “You genuinely feel this way towards me?”

I didn’t know what else to say.

I nodded seriously.

She kept staring into my eyes, her fingers gently cupping my cheek. She briefly looked down at my lips before going back to eye contact again.

Without warning, she lurched forward and kissed me.

I was shocked to say the least. I genuinely thought the worst case scenario would happen, where she would reject me and our friendship together would be ruined.

But that didn’t stop me from happily accepting her as she **** her tongue down my mouth.

We wrestled tongues for a bit, passionately making out with each other like lovers. It only just occurred to me that this might actually be the first time I’ve ever kissed a girl before. Despite the lack of experience, she seemed to be extremely into the kiss, just as much as I was.

It was an exhilarating feeling. I didn’t know what this meant, but I didn’t want it to ever stop.

She eventually pulled away again though, and muttered, “This feels so wrong. I feel like I manipulated you into falling in love with me on accident. All the flirting and teasing- it gave you the wrong impression and with the amnesia, you just-“

“I don’t care.”

I brought her mouth back and made out her again, intertwining our tongues as some of our drool started to spill out and drip down our cheeks. She didn’t resist for even a single moment, returning my passion in full ****.

While I was too focused on her mouth though, I wasn’t paying attention to her hand as one of them slowly trailed down my body until it was back on top of my flaccid cock. She tenderly grabbed it and started stroking me, using our previous fluids as lube.

Of course my cock predictably reacted. Here I was, making out with the sexiest woman in the world, and she wanted to have another round of sex. I was actually surprised that it didn’t pop up earlier when she started kissing me herself.

Feeling my cock grow rigid again for what must have been the fifth time tonight, she steadily pulled her body on top of mine and did her best to reinsert my cock inside her, all without pulling away or stopping the kiss.

Once I was inside, she didn’t hesitate to bounce on top of me again, using her tight and warm pussy to engulf my cock in and out of her.

It felt just as amazing as the first time, and I couldn’t be happier.

Stacy pulled away from the kiss again, this time to catch her breath as we both panted heavily from lack of air. She looked down at me with **** eyes, holding her hands behind my head and begged, “Please don’t let this be a lie... Please tell me you won’t regret this...”

“I won’t. This isn’t a lie.”

“Promise me that if you ever get your memories back, you won’t change your mind or forget about this night. Promise to stay in love with me after everything is over and done with.” She pleaded.

I nodded, feeling my heart swell up the more she spoke. “I promise.”

She choked back a sob, tears forming in her eyes as she smiled, “Then I’ll be yours forever...”

“Does this mean you love me too?” I asked excitedly.

She gave an elated nod as she took her glasses off to wipe her tears, “For the longest time... God, probably ever since we first met.”

Those magic words were the ones that stopped me from holding myself back.

I grabbed her hips and plunged myself deeper inside of her, attacking her pussy like a ravenous beast in heat. She squealed out in pleasure, but didn’t fight back as she let me take control, of the pace.

She loved me. She loved me for the longest time.

I felt like a whole new man with all this pride and joy filling my heart, knowing that I somehow managed to win this wonderful girl’s heart long before I ever even felt this way towards her.

I was so happy that she felt the same way. I felt so fulfilled, knowing that I managed to take first place in her heart above her mentor. It made me feel like, despite it all, I managed to beat him in the only area that matters most.

Stacy was my girl now. I’ll never let her go.

“I love you so much, Stacy!” I grunted, fucking her pussy like a jackhammer.

“Oh god!” She screamed and spasmed on top of me, before a rush of fluids came out and soaked my entire crotch again as her pussy tightened.

Did I just make her cum from telling her I loved her?

“I love you, Stacy!” I told her again.

She tensed her body up, before I felt her pussy get tight again.

Oh my god, she orgasms on command just by telling her I loved her!

With a grin, I started pulling the reigns as I fucked her brains out, telling her again and again, “I love you! I love you so much! I’ll love you forever!”

Each time her pussy tightened up every time in response, I plunged into her again and again, taking advantage of it to pleasure my cock before I felt my own coming orgasm.

For the sixth time tonight, I came, spurting ropes of cum inside her.

Stacy collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily as if she just ran a marathon.

I leaned back and enjoyed the afterglow, feeling that things were finally going where I want them to for the first time since I woke up in 2026.

After a while, Stacy regained her bearings as she slowly wrapped her hands around my neck and hugged me, leaving my cock to stay inside of her.

“If you ever break your promise, I’ll get mad.” She simply told me, laying her head on my shoulder.

“There’s no man stupid enough in this world to change his mind about a girl like you.” I told her back.

She didn’t say anything in response, only hugging me tighter as she snuggled on top of me.

Her warm naked body on top of me comforted me, to the point where I finally felt my eyes getting hazy.

Seemed like the entire night is finally catching up to me.

I felt my eyes grow heavy as I looked down at Stacy one last time, who was already passed out while snuggling with me.

It was late, and we’ve been going at it for hours now. It only makes sense to finally feel exhausted.

Content with life, I decided to follow Stacy’s example and closed my eyes as I wrapped my hands around her.

Sleep hit me in an instant, and I couldn’t be more thankful for it.