All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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September, 1998
Stress, I have come to find out, is a sneaky thing. So sneaky that you never really know you're under it until it's too late. And even the most happy people, ones with everything going well and not a worry in the world, can be stressed.
I came to realize this as I laid in my apartment, windows shut, hiding under my covers, suffering the absolute worse headache I had ever had. This was a first for me so it was incredibly painful. If I lived, I hoped it would be the last.
Having already thrown up a couple times, and with no improvement from the headache medicines I was taking, I resigned myself to the fact that I would likely be dead soon.
Hyperbole, perhaps, but not far from the truth.
It had started early last night around midnight and had not ceased. It was now just showing morning light with no end in sight. A knocking on my door which I could only describe as a car crashing right next to my ear made me cry out. Whoever was at the door decided to come in anyways when I didn't answer. As long as they stopped knocking I didn't really care.
"Paul?" I head Leila call. She came into my apartment and into my bedroom. "Hey, you awake?"
"Go away or kill me. Either way, please do it quietly," I replied.
"What's wrong," she asked, the nurse in Leila coming to the forefront. I explained how badly my head hurt and other symptoms. She felt my sweaty head with her small, cool hands and felt my wrists.
"You look like you're having a migraine headache," she pronounced.
"Aspirin doesn't work though," I told her.
"Migraines are different. Here, I got something that will help." She departed and came back in a few minutes.
"Here, swallow these," she instructed. I did as she asked. The pills were huge and difficult to go down.
"They're samples of something that's prescription strength, so that's all I can give you. But it should help in about a half hour or so. In the mean time..." She clambered onto the bed behind me and started massaging my neck and stroking my head. After about maybe ten minutes I started to feel a little light headed. I told her what I felt.
"Good, thats the medicine kicking in. You'll likely take a nap too if you've been up all night. I'll stay until you fall asleep."
"Thanks, I appreciate it," was the last thing I remembered saying before falling asleep.
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I awoke a few hours later, sun breaking in through my closed curtains. I turned over and saw Leila still in bed with me. She fell asleep rubbing my head and it was quite generous of her to stay. My head still hurt tremendously, but I felt at least somewhat functional. My turning over woke her up.
"Hey," she said, a little dreamily. "How do you feel?"
"Better, but still really painful. I don't feel like dying any more at least," I told her.
"That's good," she said, "That was pretty powerful stuff you took and I can't give you any more, so we'll have to find something else to get you on your feet."
"Crutches come to mind," I said.
"Well," she said, moving from behind me to sit between my legs, "the best medicine is always what your body can do." She reached for my boxers band and started pulling them down. I didn't resist (because honestly who the fuck would).
"The brain, especially, has a great center for pleasure and releases endorphins, which are natural pain-killers." She pulled my boxers off, tossing them aside. My long, thick, presently flaccid member flopped onto my stomach. She rose up and pulled her top off, revealing a sensible black bra. Deftly, she also removed this and tossed it aside, letting her DD-cup breasts sway hypnotically before me.
"Sex," she continued as she leaned over me, her breasts grazing my slowly engorging cock, "feels good because of these endorphins. Orgasms in particular release a huge amount of them.
"So," she said quietly, close to my face, "I am going to give you a literally mind-blowing orgasm. This should help get rid of the rest of the pain."
Kissing me again, she started planting kisses on my chest, head, and neck. "Just lay back and relax," she said, planting more kisses on my chest as she moved slowly down my torso.
Reaching my member, she gave it a long, wet lick up the shaft, flicking the head rapidly with her tongue. She stroked the underside of my cock with her lips parallel to it, slicking it up generously with her saliva. She moved down to suck on the base, lapping it with her tongue before moving back up and taking the head into her mouth.
At this point I was fully hard and my brain definitely was no longer hurting. Since most of the blood in my body was pumping into my cock this was not surprising.
Leila slowly stroked my shaft with her hand, sucking firmly on the tip, bobbing her head up and down in small, gentle movements.
Over what felt like years, Leila continued her blowjob, jacking me with her hands as she took more and more of my long girth into her mouth.
The whole time I just saw the top of her curly haired head slowly making my cock disappear. At one point, she was bobbing down on my cock nearly all the way before coming back up for air. I could barely see her through my half closed eyes as the pleasure of it was intense. It was definitely the longest blowjob I've ever had, but I think that was her plan.
She looked up at me briefly and smile. "When you're ready, just cum," she said. She then went back down on me halfway, eliciting happy moans from me.
Her blowjob and jacking pace increased slightly and I could feel my orgasm build slowly. It felt like it took forever but Leila did not stop nor slow her pace. Eventually I felt the tingle in the base of my cock telling me I was close. From the pleasure of it I was unable to say anything or warn her. My hips started to push up slightly against her mouth, wanting her to go faster.
As I felt the first shot, my hips bucked into her mouth, exploding in the much needed sweet release Leila had built up in me.
She pulled off and stroked me quickly, pulled large, thick ropes of cum out of me, splashing up onto her face and neck. She bobbed her mouth on me between shots, encouraging even more cum out, aiming it at her tits as I blasted.
Finally, after a month or two, I finished cumming. Aftershocks produced some drops of cum at the tip, which Leila licked off. She then proceeded to lick off all of the cum that she wasn't able to catch in her mouth, showing them off to me before swallowing several mouthfuls with an audible gulp.
Once finished, she looked up at me, cum streaking her left cheek in a thick rope. "Feel better?" she asked.
I checked myself, waiting for the headache to return. After several moments, it was staying away. "Yea," I told her. "Yea that was amazing. It's more like just a shadow now but totally manageable. This is great!"
