The Case of the Fellating Pharmacist

It had been quite a while since I had visited the local pharmacy, but I discovered that I was out of condoms, and a very interesting woman at work gave me the impression that for our next date, one would be required. All the more reason to stock up.

Vince, the owner of the pharmacy, was close to retirement, and he had two new assistant pharmacists to lessen his workload. One was a man in his 30's named Drew who had recently moved into town.

The other was a young girl named Rebecca, who was still taking classes to further her career. Rebecca was in her mid 20's, with short brown hair, sparkly blue eyes and a radiant smile. She was a little on the heavy side, but seemed very enthusiastic about her job.

I was shopping midday when the pharmacy had just reopened from their lunch break. Rebecca approached the counter and we introduced ourselves. When I presented my items for purchase, the largest box of condoms in stock, she looked almost thrilled at my purchase.

"Ah, I see you're very sexually active, Mr. Norman; good for you."

Her comment threw me off balance but it intrigued me.

"Well, Rebecca, it all depends on availability and opportunity at my age."

"I think it's wonderful that people continue sexual activity as they age. I'm working on a thesis, as a matter of fact, for one of my college courses."

"What is it based on?"

"I'm trying to do research to determine how long men over the age of 55 can maintain an erection."

I looked behind me to ensure there weren't any customers waiting for service before I continued our conversation.

"Well, if you want my opinion, and based on my own experience, Rebecca, it depends on how aroused he is and how long it has been since his last sexual experience."

"Oh, I know that; that's just common sense," she replied, "but my thesis is about the difference between how long he can remain hard after having vaginal sex and how long he can stay hard after being fellated."

Needless to say the conversation had my attention, and hearing this young woman talk so candidly about sex was beginning to arouse me.

"I've completed my work on erection retention after vaginal sex," she continued, "with the help of several friends and a few personal experiments."

"Really?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Right. But the problem is that none of my friends has ever fellated an older man, and nobody will volunteer."

"So, they had no problem with intercourse but won't um..."

"That's right." She leaned toward me and whispered. "Any penis is great to sit on but none of my friends like sucking one."

I was glad that I was standing in front of a waist high counter because my erection was clearly obvious.

"So, what's your plan; how will you finish your project?"

"I'm getting down to the wire on my time limit to submit my work, so I decided to just use one experiment, as soon as I find a volunteer."

I felt the urge to grab my cock to keep it from growing any larger, but I calmly avoided doing so.

Her face suddenly lit up, her eyes wide and her mouth forming a wide grin.

"Mr. Norman! YOU could help me! Would you? Would you please?"

"Rebecca, I'm old enough to be your Dad, or almost your Granddad."

"I know; you would be perfect! Can I count on you?"

"I'm not sure that I could really help," I protested mildly.

"Listen; just meet me after my shift at 9 p. m. and I'll tell you what I need. If it makes you too uncomfortable, you can decline, but just let me explain things first, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be here, but I can't guarantee I will go through with it."

That night I met her at the pharmacy employee entrance when the store closed. She climbed into my car, and seemed very excited to see me

"Okay, I'm here. Now tell me what you have in mind," I said, hopefully.

I had admitted to myself that I might seriously take her up on her project, so I had showered before driving back to the pharmacy.

"I have an allowance for certain expenses, believe it or not. I'd like to get a room at a hotel, get comfortable, and then you need to let me suck on you for as long as you can stand it."

"Well, certainly I won't last very long before I ejaculate," I advised.

"Oh, I know," she said, "the real experiment will be how long I can keep you hard after you come."

When she said "come" I knew I wasn't going to last long the first time, for sure.

She let me drive, and later, sitting on the bed in the hotel room, she was almost business like in her explanation.

"This is almost very clinical," she continued, "I have a timer to record information as I need it and all you have to do is relax and let me take it from you."

"Excuse me; relax?"

"Just relax and let me control your body. I'll swallow your load but I won't stop sucking on you."

For whatever reason, I was NOT embarrassed that I had an erection already. And she noticed it.

"Wow, talking gets you hard pretty quickly. It's a shame I won't be able to talk to keep you excited because my mouth will be full."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, ready to be sucked.

"Take your pants off and lie on the bed on your back. I've read that it takes a man longer to come if he is on his back, so that will help extend the time of erection."

I decided to take a shot at something for my own benefit.

"If we sixty-nine, it would distract me and really keep me hard," I suggested.

She smiled, but shook her head.

"Some other time, maybe, but that would change the conditions for the experiment, but thanks for the offer."

Soon I was on my back, naked from the waist down, my head resting comfortably on a pillow, my hands folded over my chest. If I had a stroke or heart attack from her extended blowjob, they could just drop me into the casket as is.

She kicked off her shoes, put her little timer and a note pad by her side and sat between my legs. Her warm hands were gentle enough to get the veins pulsing in my shaft. Her eyes gazed at mine as she kissed the tip of my cock and then she took it into her mouth.

Without using her hands, she had me straining to maintain control within ten minutes. Seeing her pretty face as she fucked my cock with her mouth made it difficult to hold back a two week load. She knew what she was doing and I got the impression that she was enjoying it.

I realized that it didn't matter if I came in her mouth, so I just let go and let her take it from me, just as she suggested. I grunted and squeezed the bedcover with my fists when my sperm shot into her mouth. Just as she said, she swallowed it all. She made a note on the notepad, reset the timer, all without removing her mouth.

Was I relaxed? Sort of. Was I excited? Yes, a pretty young girl wanted to suck me dry. Did it feel good? Better than anything I'd felt in a long time.

I lost track of time, but I remember coming two more times into her relentless sucking mouth. It just seemed to flow effortlessly, like she was draining my balls with her mouth and all I had to do was let her do it.

When I felt my softening cock slipping from her lips, I looked down at her. She had just a trace of my cum on her lower lip. She scribbled something on the notepad again, and reset the timer. I was seriously worried about passing out.

"Okay, basically, I have what I need but to test what you told me, let's try this."

She got off the bed and took off her pants and panties. She climbed back onto the bed in a sixty-nine position and lowered her pussy onto my face as her mouth engulfed my cock one more time.

I didn't care if she touched my cock or not; I had a young wet pussy on my face and I was in seventh heaven. I was a little surprised but pleased to discover that she was nice and wet and I sucked her juices. She squealed on my cock. She continued to just use her mouth and I think I might actually have been hard again.

I was in la la land, tongue and licking her, almost unaware of the condition of my cock. She finally came, humping my face and moaning on my cock. That's when I felt it; a mini orgasm. The sensation was as exciting as the first orgasm, but I couldn't tell if I ejaculated or not.

When she rolled off of me, she scribbled on the notepad again, seeming very pleased with her results.

I was completely wasted. I couldn't tell if I even still had balls.

"That last part won't count in the overall time you maintained your erection, but it proved that you could be revived enough to get hard and come again."

"What? I came?"

"It was more of a taste than a tablespoon, but your cock was really hard; you should be proud of your stamina."

"Rebecca, I'm just proud that I didn't have a stroke or heart attack. Your mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon."

She laughed heartily and grabbed her notepad.

"Mr. Norman, you'll be pleased to know that after your first orgasm, your cock remained hard through two more orgasms, with non-stop sucking. A total of an hour and 17 minutes, and that's not counting the revitalized erection while you were eating me."

"As I said, I'm just glad to still be alive."

She laughed again and got up and put her clothes back on.

"The amazing thing is that I never used my hands, just my mouth, and you were on your back. You have incredible stamina for a man over 55."

"Thank you; I hope you're pleased with everything, and thank you for letting me taste you."

"Well, after sucking down three loads of cum, I needed a little relief myself."

"It was my pleasure, believe me."

I managed to get up and get dressed while she made more notes. I drove her back to where we left her car. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. I could smell my cum on her breath.

"Thanks again for your help," she said as she got out of my car.

"Anytime, and I mean that," I said with a big grin.

"I'll remember that," she said with a smile.

She hasn't called me back. They never do.