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The Experiment

By: climberbos



The subway was particularly crowded, and I pushed deeper into the crowd in order to give some room to an older fellow with a seeing-eye dog. The twenty minute ride from Porter Square, where I live, to Park Street in downtown Boston where I work was easier than the long commutes my friends at work suffered through. Still, on days like this the tight quarters made me long for their situation instead. I took a deep breath, and scanned the crowd of commuters, looking for the blond yoga woman, that was my nickname for her, who often got on this time of day in Harvard Square. She mustn't work, I thought to myself, if she can afford the luxury of yoga at 7 in the morning. I didn't see her, but my mind still conjured up her slim thighs, strong core, and revealing curves under her yoga stretch tights and top.

My mind was daydreaming about peeling up her yoga shirt when I noticed the advertisement. It was posted among the others, at eye-level, above the windows on the subway.

"Seeking volunteers for study of human sexual behavior. If you are a healthy adult between ages 30 and 50, you could earn $100 plus transportation by participating in a study at Massachusetts General Hospital in association with the Massachusetts Institute of Technology."

It gave a phone number and email address to contact the study administrator.

I was curious. I wondered what they meant by "study of human sexual behavior." I had seen ads encouraging people to volunteer for studies at the hospital involving weight problems, post-traumatic stress disorder, and hair loss. But never sexual behavior.

I quickly jotted the email address on my palm, just for larks. And quickly, my mind returned to yoga lady, my job, and the errands I had to remember to do after work. By the time I got to the office, I had completely forgotten about the advertisement.

My day went smoothly, and I was in the bathroom when I noticed the email address on my palm while washing my hands. I decided I would inquire. I went back to my desk and sent a short email asking for more information about the study and whether they were still looking for volunteers.

Later that evening, after my commute home, errands, and dinner, an email reply arrived. They had two more openings, and if I were willing to come in for a brief screening interview the next day they would probably be able to include me in the study. They gave some further contact information and link to a website describing the study in more detail.

I replied that was interested and that I could spare an hour the next day to do the interview. I then clicked on the link and read about the study. It sounded like they wanted to survey people about their sexual habits, fantasies, and behaviors as part of some nationwide study on American sexuality. That seemed like something I could do, and, besides, what guy isn't interested in adding to their array of sexual outlets? Maybe a survey would be interesting, and I might learn something in the process, just from the questions they asked or from the data that came back. I didn't really need the $100, but it would buy a nice dinner out with a date so what the hell.

As before, I sort of forgot about it until the next day when an email arrived and suggested 4:30 pm for the interview at the hospital. I arrived a few minutes early, and sat in a waiting room for 15 or 20 minutes. An attractive woman, a few years older than me, came out, and walked past me. She must have been the previous interviewee, I thought. My eyes tracked her as she passed me, and I watched her hips sway in a pretty skirt as she walked down the hall towards the elevators.

At that same moment, a woman's voice surprised me.

"Jonathan Clemson?" she asked.

I spun my head around, my face reddening after being caught watching the woman leave. "Yes," I said, and stood up abruptly.

"Dr. Harnkess," she said, and put out her hand. A partial smirk formed on the edges of her mouth -- she had noticed me and she was letting me know it.

We shook hands, and I re-introduced myself, awkwardly. She nodded, motioned for me to enter a smaller interview room nearby, and followed me in.

I hadn't missed, in the short introduction, how attractive she was. Shorter than me, but in good shape. About my age. With sparkling blue eyes, pretty lashes, and slightly pouty lips. Her teeth were bright, and her dark hair was cropped at neck level. She was not wearing the lab coat of other doctors at the hospital, but dressed more like a lawyer in a wool suit, with a colorful red lightweight scarf high up on her neckline. Her lips drew my attention again, and the tone of her voice was that amazing blend of sensuous and businesslike.

"Hard job to be a sex researcher AND be sexy," I said in my mind to myself. It was true -- she had to talk to people about sex all day long, and it must drive everyone crazy that she was so attractive. I watched her legs as we walked, and noticed her narrow waist.

She motioned me to a chair. The room was a bit stark, like every hospital room I have ever seen. Definitely not sexy, if that is what you are thinking. I sat on a slightly uncomfortable small chair, and she sat behind a somewhat industrial looking desk on a swivel chair. There was a short bookcase with medical journals stacked on the shelves. The room clearly wasn't used much -- it felt stuffy, and a thin layer of dust was on the floor beyond the natural zones where people would walk to get to the chairs and door. The lighting buzzed above us.

"The interview doesn't take long," she said. "But we do want to meet people before beginning the study. The goal of the study is to get a broad baseline of people's sexuality, and our hope is to publish sometime in September."

I nodded, not knowing what else to say or do, my eye catching the line of her blouse as it crossed her chest.

She continued, "Basically, we need you to sign a consent form, fill out some simple paperwork, and agree to provide us with as accurate an account of your sexual history as well as behaviors and attitudes. We then ask you to carry a small pad that serves as a sexual journal. We will teach you to use the journal to quickly make notes and mark down information relevant to the study. We don't want to use up much of your time, but it is important that you have a way to record your activity and behavior as close to real-time as possible, otherwise we find people tend to forget what happened or make up statistics. Does that make sense? Some people have a lot of trouble being honest about their sexuality, and recording this information. Do you think this is something you can do?"

Halfway through her little monologue she had crossed her legs and I could just make out her skin on her knee and thigh from above her higher leg. My eyes darted back to hers, and I listened to what she was saying.

"I am happy to join the survey," I said. "I think it will be interesting, and I have never done anything like this before, so it is a learning experience for me. It might be hard for me to be honest as you say, but I will promise to be as direct and honest in answering the questions and keeping the journal as possible. If I don't think I can proceed, I will tell you so rather than bias your results. Is that fair?"

"Perfectly," she replied, shifting the scarf onto her shoulders, and jotting some notes on a pad she held. "Let's start with a short interview of facts here, then I will get you the survey as well as the journal. A graduate assistant will walk you through the journal tool -- it takes some getting used to how to fill it in and demarcate the various information, but once she has talked you through it I am sure you will find it easy enough."

I nodded again. But a part of me did want to stand up, walk out, and be left to blond yoga woman fantasies on my own. This was a little more challenging than I had imagined. But I stuck to my seat, smiled a little.

Dr. Harkness pulled out a file, snapped her ball point pen, jotted down my name on a form, and thus began the intake interview. She started easy. 37 years old. Grew up in Bethesda. Parents were middle class; Dad worked for a small architecture firm. Mom was trained as a high school teacher, but spent most of her time as a lobbyist in D.C. Went to Berkeley for college, moved to Boston 5 years ago to work at a small materials science research lab. Divorced, no kids.

After about fifteen minutes of these questions, we moved onto the more, shall I say, intimate ones. Heterosexual. No girlfriend presently. As these questions progressed, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. And it didn't help that Dr. Harkness was really stunningly attractive, and she carried herself in a way that exuded confidence and energy. I noticed she had the habit of popping the pen in her mouth, like it was a cigar or cigarette, and twirling it. I couldn't help but imagine what her lips would feel like as she did this. That pen got quite the workout, as she would click the point in and out between questions, as a way of focusing. But I tried to remain completely clinical, and to keep my mind focused on the survey.

"How often do you masturbate, roughly?" she said, adding that she asks because one thing they were studying was the difference between what people said they did and what they actually did by comparing the questions now with the hard facts from the daily journal.

I closed my eyes and pondered. "Once per day approximately," I replied, my face flushing a bit. I thought that kind of question would be harder, but she made it so clinical that I didn't really seem worried about it.

The questions never really got that hard, thank goodness. How often do you have sex when you have a partner? How many women have you been with sexually? When did you have your first orgasm? This went on briefly, but in all there were only twenty or thirty questions.

Whew, I was getting off easy, I told myself. She told me to wait for the graduate student to help me with the daily diary, and that she was done with the intake survey.

"Welcome to our study," she said, shaking my hand as she walked out.

I turned to watch her go again. I couldn't help myself. And that is when I noticed that I had formed a solid erection during the interview. And I could feel wetness on my tip, inside my jeans. My eyes absorbed her walk, until the door swung shut with a thump behind her. I rolled my eyes, bit my lower lip, and patted my hands on my thighs. Relax buddy I told myself.

The graduate student looked remarkably like blond yoga woman, sans the stretch tights and five years younger. She wore instead a traditional white medical garment, stitched with the name of the hospital, and with a stethoscope hanging around her neck.

"Are you a medical student?" I asked her.

"Finishing my training in psychiatry, yes," she replied, looking up from her paperwork, over her designer glasses, smiling. She beamed a permanent smile from what I could tell. She must be slipping the Prozac on the side, I told myself, and smiled back at her in that slightly false way where you tug the sides of your mouth apart.

The forms from the diary were pretty straightforward and I felt like I was back in a lab at Berkeley being taught by an over-eager grad assistant. She flashed back and forth between pages, explaining the checklists and columns, reinforcing the need for honesty and immediate response to events in my life. I interjected the occasional "Yup" or "OK" or "Sure, I understand" but otherwise kept my mouth shut.

I did however let my eyes wander during the instructions. She had swung around to my side of the old desk and as she described the form I had time to watch her mouth moving, her tongue on her palate forming words, her eyes tightening and relaxing. I also let my eyes take in her light blond hair on her forearms, her manicured hands that looked so young and without creases. And her jacket did an inadequate job hiding her bosom. I stole glances of the top rim of her bra as we interacted, and I liked what I saw enough that the erection was returning. The pressure along the top of the bra was obvious, and I anthropomorphized her breasts momentarily, imagining that they wanted out, they wanted freedom from their restraints, that I could provide them that freedom. 

At that moment, she interrupted the flow of the conversation.

"Jonathan? Hello?" she asked.

I looked up, and murmured a feeble, "Yes?"

"This is exactly one of the moments that you would want to jot down the event. Here in this column for sexually intrusive thoughts you would want to put a check, note the time, and write a quick note to remind yourself later when you fill in more details. Something like 'grad student breast reverie'. And then in this column you would put a check next to 'partial erection' -- you get it?"

I was shocked. I had tried to hide the fact that I was glancing at her. I thought I was being pretty discrete.

"But I was just listening to what you were saying -- I don't understand," I replied, trying to play dumb.

She jumped in, "Remember, this is all about being perfectly honest. Don't hide anything. Nothing. I know men, and I know that you were looking at my breasts. And I can see your erection -- women notice these kinds of things. We aren't completely oblivious to the sexual life of the men around them. So, just be honest with the form. If you aren't, you defeat the purpose of the whole study."

"Sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have denied it," I said, as I lifted my shoulder bag from the chair next to mine and placed it on my lap, conveniently covering up my erection.

"No problem," she said, smiling fiercely again. "Everyone takes some time getting used to just laying it all out there. I had to do the diary too, before I could join the study, and I learned a lot by being honest. OK. That's all. Here's the diary, and here is the longer fill-it-in-yourself take home survey. Put that in the mail by Friday, ok? And mail us the diary in two weeks?"

"Sure. Certainly. Thank you," I said, standing to leave.

She handed me the thick packet of documents in a large envelope, and the little diary form which was bound in a small notebook for convenient carrying through my daily life. We shook hands and walked out together. I caught a whiff of her perfume as I followed her out, and I just shook my head. The first thing I would have to write into the diary I told myself, as the perfume had definitely triggered an erotic sequence in my brain.

In the elevator and alone now, I flipped open the diary, put a check next to 'erotic stimulus', another next to 'smells/perfumes', and another next to 'image event'. The image event, as the grad student had informed me, meant that one experienced an image in their mind, some sort of instantaneous fantasy or trigger. I jotted in the open space to the right of the entry, "Holding blond hair while fucking her, dressed, from behind. Screaming." OK, that was honest, that wasn't so hard to write down. No holding back there I told myself. I wonder what they think when they read this information and compile it in their database. I shook my head when imagining the poor IT folks who had to compile the data. Must be a shocker for them.

Outdoors, I added other entries that had occurred during the intake inteview:

"Breast stimulus/Partial erection/Wetness/Image: yanking bra downward, ejaculating on breasts of Dr. Harkness"

"Pen in mouth stimulus/Partial erection/Image: tongue on my erection, twirling, as with pen. Ink becomes semen pumping onto tongue"

I felt a little better having got those off my chest, and I closed the little journal shut with a satisfying slap of my hand. I walked back to work and picked up where my workday had left off, the partial erection slowly fading as I made my way to the office.

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All went fine until an afternoon meeting. My mind was sex-free, which meant that the journal stayed in my back pocket. No new entries, and proud of it. But the afternoon meeting brought the journal out. Jennifer was new to the firm, and was very good at structural analysis. She presented a set of results looking at bridge stress and new steel alloys for bolts. Sounds dry, right? Well, if you could see legs on this woman you could listen to her ramble about alloys all day long. Her hips were narrow, and her long strong legs just wanted to fold around you. My mind swirled. And I found myself with the strangest images. Each time she said the word bolt, I got a flash of my erection in her hand instead of these heavy bolts that she occasionally picked up off the table to demonstrate to us. The bolts were cock-sized, maybe slightly bigger. It became a little like the Seinfeld drinking game in college where we all took a drink whenever Kramer entered the room. Instead, I got a hot flash of an image of her holding my half blood-filled cock every time she said the word bolt, or when ever she was holding the bolt. Finally, the meeting ended, and I bolted, pun intended, out of the meeting to record the experience in the journal.

"Leggy Jennifer stimulus/No erection/Image: her legs wrapped around my chest as she presses her clit onto my collar bone and orgasms"

"Bolt stimulus/Erection/Image: ten inch bolt becomes cock in her hand"

It helped to jot these down and get them out of my head. I was able to concentrate again on some code I was writing, vaguely in connection with her alloy experiments. And before I knew it my day was done.

On the train-ride home, I saw the advertisement again, and smiled. I wondered how long the study would run ultimately, and whether they really needed more volunteers or they just rejected all new applicants at this point. That reminded me that I needed to fill out the survey material and send that in. Maybe I would do that tonight I told myself. The ride home was interesting:

"Two college-age women stimulus/No erection/No explicit image"

"Much older attractive woman stimulus/Salivation/Image: slapping my face as she masturbates me with the other hand"

And perhaps the most unexpected one:

"Dr. Harkness mental stimulus/Biting my lip & rearranging my penis through the pocket of my jeans/Image: her sucking on her husband's cock"

I got home before dark, picked up the mail, and poured a glass of orange juice.

Sorting the mail, I hit upon a Tiffany's ad on the back of a magazine. A woman, seductive, holding a vaguely phallic bottle of perfume. That hit me quickly: the perfume, the phallic image, the sexual tensions of the day. Placing the magazine on the dining room table I was stroking my already-hard cock. I counted the pumps. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty and boom, I sprayed a giant orgasm across her face, onto the table. The orgasm lasted for a long time, my neck arching backwards, my toes tightening, my legs pressing forward so my balls could rub hard on the table top. The spray kept jutting upward from my tip, then flowing from the tip and splashing as I whiplashed my cock up and down in a final release of pleasure, semen dripping from the end and whipping out in various trajectories. She was covered in semen when I was finished. I sighed in relief, then tore the back page off and threw it away. Out came the diary:

"Advertisement of woman with perfume/Erection/Image: none. Orgasm 1: alone, stroking with right hand, 30 seconds, strong orgasm, semen on advertisement and desk, neck and leg tension, testicles stretched to the limit on desk."

Later that evening, I brushed my teeth, read some of my latest book. Then:

"Fantasy of mixed images and scenes/Erection/Image: none specific. Orgasm 2: masturbation in bed, 20 minutes, rubbing head hard with thumb and orgasm on belly, asleep quickly thereafter."

And when I say asleep quickly, I mean it. I woke up, still sticky, in the middle of the night, took two aspirin and fell back asleep until the sun filled my room and I knew it was time to head to work.


The Experiment



The day went well, and I had no entries until the late afternoon when I decided to walk from Park Street Station over Beacon Hill to a restaurant along the river. A female bike messenger was pumping hard up the hill in the one-gear bike they seem to all use:

"Female bike messenger stimulus/Under my breath cat call/Image: her forearm holding me down by across my neck as she fucks me."

That got me going, and the rest of the walk down the hill I was on the lookout. Then I found her, completely by chance. Yoga woman was walking uphill, and turned to enter what must have been her apartment. She looked a little like the grad student; it appeared she had just finished working out. Strange, I thought, does she work out twice a day? And what are the odds of seeing her outside my morning commute in this relatively large city, I asked myself? I had noticed stranger coincidences before, but it made the world seem pretty small:

"Blond yoga woman from subway entering apartment; perky breasts showing through leotard/Heart rate goes up/Image: tugging at her nipple with my teeth."

I continued walking, noting the number of her apartment. I rolled my cock inbetween my finger and thumb, through my jeans pocket. An erection was forming now, and I walked faster, past her apartment towards the river:

"Blond yoga woman stimulus/Erection/Image: pulling her mouth down to my erection."

I walked faster. This was getting to be too much for me to handle. The swishing motion of my faster pace rocked my balls back and forth, hardened me further.

I turned left on the main street, and found the place I had been wanting to try for dinner. I ordered pasta, and sat in a corner booth facing away from the room so I wouldn't have to deal with my eye catching the attention of another woman nearby. After the waitress left me with the menu and I caught a glimpse of her ass as she sashayed away, I couldn't take it any more. I pumped the side of the glans, through my jeans under the table. I pretended to watch the menu, but my eyes closed tight as I pumped semen in short bursts into my jeans, a large wet spot forming at the zipper and along my left leg. The orgasm was intense, without much release because I couldn't stroke the shaft. It rocked my body in waves, but I held dead still as it happened -- a challenge. After that and a glass of wine I noticed that my nerves had calmed.

"Waitress walking away with perfect ass/Erection/Image: forcing my cock into her tightness during her break in the washroom. Orgasm 3: alone, rubbing head hard with right hand through pants pocket, 2 minutes, orgasm in jeans; sticky but pleasurable."

The food was better than I had expected given the price, and when the waitress returned with the bill I blushed. She was gorgeous, and I hadn't noticed her ample bosom before. She caught me looking, and flirted with me.

"Come back again, we have a lot of specials," she said, winking. She turned and walked back to the bar counter for drinks for another customer.

Arriving home in the dark, I made a bowl of ice cream and sat and watched television for an hour before heading to bed.

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Jennifer got me going again at work on Thursday:

"Jennifer walking past my desk stimulus/Heart rate rising, flushing in my neck/Image: her flirting with me in a restaurant after work."

I hadn't ever asked Jennifer on a date, and to be honest I didn't really know much about her -- maybe she had a boyfriend. But that was what my mind moved to as I watched her go by.

I now had thirty four entries in my diary, and four orgasms. I'm not boasting, in fact I have no idea what is normal. I am just reporting the reality of my week.

Sitting at my desk near the end of the workday I remembered that I hadn't filled out the survey due Friday, and made a mental note to remember. It also meant that I would have to hand-deliver it to the hospital on my way to the office Friday which was a pain in the neck.

The weather was particularly nice, so I decided to walk part of the way home from work. I passed a construction site, with congested traffic. That was when I saw her. She was a strong-looking woman, in her forties I would guess. A cop. She wore a helmet, dark blue uniform, heavy black boots. Her gun was strapped on a large belt, with suspenders holding it and her other gear up on her waist. Here is the kicker, she was riding an large, elegant brown horse.

"Police woman stimulus/Fear response in the body/Image: woman lashing my arm with heavy leather strap."

I stopped and watched her. She watched over the traffic and the construction site, talking to some of the tourists walking by asking for directions. She was distinct looking to say the least. She was confident, certainly, and sturdily built, and good on a horse. I suppose that required real training.

"Police woman stimulus/Erection forming/Image: none."

I continued to watch her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, so I positioned myself across the street and tried to be nonchalant near the light pole where I leaned. She rode down the stretch of road briefly, to the other end of the construction zone, talked to a flagman briefly:

"Police woman stimulus/Erection continued/Image: on her knees sucking off the flag man."

She turned the stallion, and he picked up into a trot as she came back down the avenue towards me. Traffic had started to flow again as the flag man let the cars by after a backhoe had departed. Then I noticed the horse had a partial erection as it ran towards me:

"Police woman and horse with partial erection stimulus/biting my lip, and erection/Image: woman pulling hard on the horse's erection."

I closed my eyes, and then saw in my mind's eye the horse having a full orgasm as the woman pulled hard on its erection. The semen poured out onto the ground, and she cried out as it released itself and shuddered in the haunches. Her hands double-stroking the eighteen inches of shaft, tugging hard on the length as the semen pulsed out. Her breasts bulging under the tight blue uniform. Her police helmet pressed against the horse's belly as she stroked it to completion. The gun and walkie talkie on her hips, rocking as she worked the cock hard.

That was an unusual fantasy -- I hadn't experienced that before. I shook my head, shook off the fantasy, and turned to walk away. When I was a hundred yards away I was tempted to look back, but I resisted the urge and continued walking. I hopped the subway at the nearest stop and was home by 6:30 pm.

As I entered my apartment, the phone was ringing. I picked up and heard the soothing woman's voice. She wanted to do a survey on technology purchase habits, and I consented. After a few minutes of the survey, I realized that her voice was incredibly sexy. I was stimulated by the sound of her voice:

"Woman performing phone survey stimulus/Relaxation response/Image: her talking in my ear as she strokes me very gently"

With the diary I was realizing that I found a broad range of interactions and experiences sexual. It was a learning experience for me. Some things I took for granted before were clearer now.

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The survey started with the easy questions again. My name, age, sex, address. All of this personal information was scrubbed of my name and address they promised me, but they wanted the information in case they had to contact me for clarification. Then suddenly I was in the thick of the hardest questions, most with check boxes depending on the answer, and some with fill in the blanks:

How often do you masturbate? (3 to 7 times per week) What is the most orgasms you have had in a day? (4) How many women have you had sexual relations with? (7) When did you you first have sex? (age 17)

These questions went on for pages. A few were a little more "challenging" for me to honestly answer:

Have you ever fantasized about sex with a man? (no) Have you ever had your partner discover you masturbating? (yes) What is the strangest place you have ever had an orgasm? (under the table at a restaurant) Are you a member of the mile high club? (depends what it takes to join the club exactly) Have you ever tried to have an orgasm but were unable to? (yes) How long after penetration do you typically have sex before having an orgasm? (5 to 10 minutes) Have you ever used pornography to stimulate yourself sexually? (yes)

And they continued to get harder:

Have you wanted to be dominated? (yes) Have you wanted to dominate your partner? (yes) Have you ever had sex with two or more people simultaneously? (no) How large is your erect penis measured from on the top side? (seven and one half inches) Do you fantasize about having sex with animals? (no) How long have you gone without an orgasm before (24 days)

After an hour I had filled in the twenty five page form. There were almost four hundred questions in total, spanning from my sexual history to my fantasies to my current sexual feelings. I was exhausted by the end, and I have to admit I was so pent up from the survey and the police woman sighting that I a lay on the couch and had a very long, intense masturbation session, which of course I made an entry for:

"Fantasy of mixed images and scenes/Erection/Images: police woman sucking my cock; police woman stroking the horse to orgasm; Jennifer running her hand over my thigh at restaurant; Jennifer rolling her thumb over my erection; kissing Jennifer in the hallway at work; Joan (my current girlfriend who is in Texas until Saturday) giving me a hand job in the car; police woman lashing me with the leather of her belt while stroking my cock; police woman lashing me while Jennifer took my cock in her mouth; Jennifer and police woman stroking my cock together. Orgasm 5: masturbation on couch, 40 minutes, direct stimulation, orgasm onto my shirt."

Thank the fucking lord I got that out of my system! I really need Joan to return from her business trip -- I was getting tired of doing this all alone! I showered, watched the news, and fell asleep on the couch.

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I delivered the survey Friday morning. I wasn't expecting to see anyone at the office that early, but Dr. Harkness was there talking to several assistants. One was the perky blond. But my eye was drawn immediately to Dr. Harnkess instead:

"Dr. Harkness stimulus/Rapid breathing/Image: slapping my erection on her belly after having an orgasm."

"Jon, we didn't expect to see you," she said, interrupting her discussion with the others.

"Ah. I just finished the survey and figured it wouldn't arrive in time if I mailed it, so I am dropping it by," I replied.

She smiled, put out her hand for the survey, and thanked me. I could see her lips forming the smile:

"Dr. Harkness stimulus/Flush on my chest/Image: her tongue darting out to lick the wetness from the tip of my cock."

I high tailed it out of there -- too much stimulation for me I decided. I needed to focus on a big work deadline today, and I looked forward to Joan returning Saturday morning.

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Joan's flight was late, and I reluctantly watched the stewardesses go through security. Some weren't interesting to me but occasionally one really got my attention:

"Brunette stewardess stimulus, heavy makeup/Tightening muscles in shoulders and belly/Image: watching my erection move between her heavily lip-stick covered lips."

Joan landed, and boy was I glad to see her. We had a big hug, went out for coffee together downtown, and returned to her apartment. She knew that after a week away it was unfair to torture me with no sex, so as soon as the door on her apartment slapped shut, her hands went below my belt, and she pushed me up against the wall. I stood while she unzipped me and stroked me. She pulled her shirt down, exposing her breasts, and pulled on my erection from a kneeling position. Then, to change the motion, she twisted her hand around and started a fast stroking motion upward:

"Joan returning home stimulus/Erection, tickle feelings, shaking/Orgasm 6: Joan hand job against the wall, orgasm onto her shoulders, breasts, and the floor."

We laughed after my orgasm, and started to make a big brunch together. We had bought ingredients and while I mixed eggs, she cut strawberries. I picked up a strawberry and popped it in her mouth, and she held it between her lips in that way that only a woman can do. She smiled while holding it, then bit down, and it crushed under her teeth. The smile was tantalizing, and intense. And she winked at me, pulling my back towards her. I lifted her up onto the counter:

"Joan flirting stimulus/Erection, relaxation feelings/Orgasm 7: lifted Joan onto kitchen counter, tugged down her skirt and gave her orgasm with mouth and tongue followed by sexual intercourse for 12 minutes and orgasm."

We ate together, did a crossword puzzle, and fell asleep for a while. The weekend was wonderful, filled with bookstore browsing, a dinner with friends across the city, and some long-overdue errands.

I sat Joan down on Sunday morning and told her about the sex survey.

"No shit!?" she said.

"Yes shit. I signed up for it, they interviewed me, and I am following through. It isn't hard, takes a little guts to be completely honest, but it is going pretty well so far," I told her.

We talked about it, and she was amazingly supportive. She offered to read my entries sometime if I wanted to share, but understood that it was very private as well. I found that enlightened. She said maybe some day she should do something like that. I told her that I was having a variety of fantasies and "events" each day and asked her if she experienced the same thing.

"I think some men think women never contemplate sex. But I do, and my friends do. We just don't share it, and sometimes it is more subtle than what you describe. For example, sometimes it is more, um, romantic, if you know what I mean? But sometimes not," she said.

"For example," she continued, "I was getting on the plane and there was this very tall man in line, handsome, middle aged. And I couldn't help but imagine myself on my knees with his erection. It must have been very large, and I wanted to try it, if that makes any sense?"

"Makes total sense. I have similar experiences with women that are tall or short, or have interesting bodies in some way or another. I don't act on the fantasies, if you can even call them fantasies, but I also don't deny that there are women that I see where my animal instinct is to just take them sexually right then and there," I replied.

We both smiled. She was glad I shared, she said, and we picked up our weekend where we had left off.

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After two weeks of entries (212 in total), I had experienced twelve orgasms on my own, and seven with Joan. And my diary was done. I put it in the large Fedex package they had provided, and dropped it in the Fedex box at my office.

And, with the survey and diary behind me, I sort of forgot about the whole thing.

That is until three weeks later when a small legal-sized envelope arrived in the mail. In it I discovered the preliminary statistical breakdowns from the study as well as a brief letter requesting a follow-up interview back at the hospital. I checked a preferred time and date for the interview on the post card that was enclosed, put that in the mail, and one evening when Joan was out with friends I perused the results in more detail.

I was roughly in the middle of many of the distributions, like orgasms, number of entries (one woman had thirty seven, and one man had only two over the course of the two weeks). I was on the low end in terms of sexual interactions with a partner, but on the high end in terms of average length of time before orgasm. Five percent had had more than one partner in the two week period. Three percent fantisized about sex with an animal. Eighteen percent of men and sixteen percent of women considered themselves heterosexual but still fantasized about being with the same sex. Many more men than women wanted to have sex with multiple partners, and with more than one partner in one session. Whereas only four percent of the men had never masturbated, eleven percent of the woman didn't masturbate. The data went on and on, as the surveys combined with the diary entries provided a wealth of information. To be frank, it was sort of dry reading.

Four fantasies were typed up in full. They were each about three pages long, and I read them, back to back. One was by a woman who fantasized about being watched by several men while she masturbated for them. Another was by a man who wanted a woman to tie a ribbon around his testicles before sex so she could control him by tugging on the ribbon. All in all, they were poorly written, but still sexy, and I could feel myself getting excited reading them, and poring over all this other survey material.

I closed the door to the bedroom and masturbated, glad not to have to write it down in my diary. I took the ribbon fantasy further in my own mind, and had my cock tied in a ribbon at the base so it could still penetrate a woman. The woman tugged the two ribbons and controlled the sexual pleasure she received, running the soft ribbon along her clit as she pulled me into her. She stopped, tying knots every inch or so along the ribbon and started again. This time, as she tugged me forward, the knots would bump past her clit. And I pulled out, they would, again, rub along her clit. Within a couple minutes she was moaning as I fucked her -- and as she tightened on my cock I released my orgasm in my pumping fist, spraying cum up and onto my chest. It was a wonderful orgasm and fantasy.

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About ten days later got an email confirming the appointment time that I had selected on the card. I arrived at the hospital and sat in the waiting lounge for a few minutes before Dr. Harkness and another assistant came out to meet me. We shook hands and returned to the grubby office where we had first met. After some small talk, she took out a clipboard and asked me a series of questions about the survey, my overall attitudes of having participated in the study, and how I was feeling about myself sexually. I responded evenhandedly, and we were wrapping up the interview when Dr. Harkness took off her glasses, looked over at the assistant, and asked me if I would be interested in following up by assisting them with some experiments.

"What do you mean experiments?" I replied.

"Well, we are doing a follow-up study of a limited number of the survey participants. We are gathering statistical data on their sexual response. We would ask you to come into our lab and join in a series of sexual response analyses. You fit the profile of the kind of person that we would like in the experiment. Would you be willing to do that?" she asked.

I thought about it. The first study had been interesting, and even a little exciting. So I thought that more would be good.

"Sure," I said, "I would be willing to do that."

I signed more consent forms, and agreed to arrive at the lab's address at 4 pm the next day. Apparently I had to do a series of tests first to make sure I was truly suitable as a candidate.

I told Joan about it and she laughed.

"Maybe they will take your heart rate as you masturbate," she told me. "No need to go to the lab to learn what happens when you jack off," she said, winking at me. 

We joked about it some more, and a part of me was anxious to enter into the experiment. I had no idea what to expect.

I left work a little early in order to get to the lab on time. I sat in a waiting room for thirty minutes. I noticed the decor was a little more modern than the hospital setting. It was in a large building on the MIT campus, and I vaguely recalled MIT being associated with the first study.




The Experiment



Eventually a woman I didn't recognize came down the hall to get me. I had been instructed to bring shorts and a t-shirt, and carried my bundle down the hall as I was escorted by the woman. She turned and told me to change into my workout clothes and then cross the hall into the lab. I did so, a little nervous about why I was going to be wearing workout clothes.

When I entered the lab, it looked much like a modern workout gym. It had some dumb bells, various exercise machines, pads, and the music over the loudspeaker was of a rhythm to encourage a good workout. The same woman met me there.

She explained that in order to engage in the experiment, they first needed to perform a stress test and various other tests. She put me on a treadmill with a heart monitor and I ran for 15 minutes. Then I was asked to one hundred push-ups. I was tired at this point, but it wasn't over. She led me over to a chin up bar and I told me to do thirty pull-ups. Then one hundred sit ups. Now I was getting tuckered out. She told me that only 15% of the men they invited to join the test could pass this basic fitness test, and that I was one of them.

She handed me some paperwork, told me I could shower and change, and that the receptionist would schedule a time for me to come back for the experiment itself.

As I showered, dressed, and walked back down the hall, I started wondering what this experiment could possibly be. Why did the individual need to be able to do thirty pull ups without resting? Why the push ups? The stress test? Must be one hell of an experiment I told myself, more anxious not less about what I had gotten myself into.

I arranged another appointment for the following week, and walked home.

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One week later, I was back. I was told I would not require the workout gear this time, and I waited in the reception briefly before the blond graduate student met me. We walked down the same hall but this time we continued beyond the workout gym area. We entered into a small room, nicely decorated with a small window at head-level. We both sat down.

"As you know we are doing further experimentation on the human sexual response. You volunteered for this additional study. Are you ready to proceed?" she inquired.

"I am ready. But I have to say that without any additional details, and after the rigorous stress-test, I am a little anxious. I don't even know what the experiment is at this point," I told her.

"We will be observing your behavior under a variety of experimentally controlled conditions. The object of the experiment is for you to attempt to prevent yourself from having an orgasm. We will be monitoring your physical conditions and measuring your outcomes. We want to understand what it takes for an orgasm to occur. Does that make sense?" she asked.

"I guess so. What do you want me to do? Stand here and masturbate or something?" I said, slightly embarrassed.

"No. Nothing like that. You will enter the room ahead, undress, and then await instructions which will come through the loudspeaker. Just follow the instructions. If at any time you want to stop the experiment, just say the word 'STOP', OK?" she explained.

"OK," I replied.

And she then walked out of the room.

I looked around, shrugged my shoulders as if I was getting ready to shadow box, trying to psyche myself up for whatever this was. I wondered how best to limit my orgasm, since that was what they were measuring. I figured I would manage pretty well.

I entered the next room, and undressed, leaving my clothes in a neat stack on the counter to my left. After a few minutes, a gentle female voice that I did not recognize came across the loudspeaker:

"Enter the room directly to your right. It will be dimly lit. Follow our instructions once you have entered the room."

The voice was soothing, attractive, relaxing. I entered the room, and she was right: it was dim in there. I practically couldn't see especially once I closed the door behind me. The temperature was a little cold as I stood there naked, getting accustomed to the light.

"Now you should be able to see better Jonathan. Lie on the surface to your right, and relax. Some velcro bands will automatically wrap around your legs, arms and head. Just relax as this happens.

I lay on a strange surface, more like a sophisticated dentist chair than anything else I could use to describe it. It had pads to rest each of my legs on, separately, and the same for my arms. As soon as I had relaxed, a hissing sound began and automated velcro pads wrapped around me.

They were not just on my ankles and wrists. They came across at knee-height, across my chest. My chin. My forehead. My elbows. I could barely move. In fact, the more I tried, the less I could move. With each little adjustment, the pads tightened automatically. That made me suddenly a little claustrophobic, especially in the darkened room.

Then a robot-like arm taped small electrodes to my shoulder, chest, and ankle. With each of my heartbeats, a low, dull pulse sound echoed through the room. Apparently, my heart monitor was hooked up to loudspeakers so they could record my physical reactions. My pulse was already above normal, I could tell.

"Relax Jonathan. Don't fight it. You can always say STOP and we will end the experiment. Just let go of your anxiety here. We are watching you every step of the way."

That is when I noticed several cameras mounted on posts around the large room. My eyes were adapting. There was another chair like the one I was in, facing away from me, and there were several lighting systems along one wall. I assumed they had microphones as well, so they could hear me.

"We want to now test your sensitivity to stimulus. Just relax. Remember, the goal here is to prevent yourself from having an orgasm."

That made me curious about how they could stimulate me if I was strapped down on the chair/bed system. Suddenly, the chair spun backwards, and I was laying completely horizontally. The ceiling lit up.

A rhythmic music began, and I could hear my increased heartbeat as well. I didn't recognize the music, but it was tantalizing, loud, and pulsing in the room. I felt its intensity. I could feel the bass in the room, loud enough to feel the waves of the sound on my body if I really focused. The lights started pulsing in the same rhythm with the music. Not bright, just waves of lighter and darker light, timed perfectly. I could feel the energy of the lights and the sound, my eyes peeled for stimulus, laying flat on my back, strapped down to the chair.

The robot arm moved.

Someone must be controlling it. That was when I noticed what I guessed were one-way mirrors on two walls.

I could see the arm, mechanical and gleaming, out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly it was positioned above my chest. It extended forward, meeting my left nipple with one of two finger-like rubber-tipped points. The point touched. My back arched upward, to no effect since I was completely strapped down.

The tip suddenly started vibrating quickly, again in synchrony with the music. That was fucking erotic, and my penis was fully erect now. The vibration barely touched me, but the effect was overwhelming. Sweat broke out on my brow, on my belly; my legs tightened with the music.

The tip moved to the other nipple, and started in with its vibration. Who was controlling this fucking thing, I asked myself? What the fuck was going on here? I was starting to get nervous, but I was also intensely excited. At this rate, I might actually have an orgasm without other stimulation.

A second arm appeared, this one tugged at my earlobe, then ran across my lips. Suddenly, one of the mechanical fingers pressed on my lips, vibrating hard. With one nipple being vibrated, and my lips, I was really distracted.

Suddenly the ceiling became a video screen. The arm changed angles so I could see past it easily. The image was video of a woman, from behind. She was dressed in a gown, swaying her hips to the music. My cock tightened immediately. The tip on my nipple was driving me crazy.

"Fuck!" I screamed, as loud as I could. "Take this fucking robot arm off me!"

But it continued, vibrating, as the woman swayed. The arm at my lips shifted, and suddenly the fingers were twirling my balls lightly. I pushed my hip up again, trying for a thrust, but I couldn't budge an inch.

My chair lifted up my legs, and spread them slightly, and the fingers on my balls started vibrating.

Suddenly, the woman on the screen on the ceiling dropped the gown. Her blond hair fell mid-length on her back. Her butt was incredibly shaped, her legs swaying. At that moment, the tip moved down my belly, vibrating all the way.

"No fucking way -- No, Please no!" I cried out. I was tempted to say STOP, but I held back. I wanted to see how this ended.

The fingers came to rest on the base of my cock, with very light pressure, vibrating away. I needed a real stroke, not this light touch. I was dying.

The woman turned towards the camera. At the exact same moment, the robot arm's "fingers" opened and started stroking me gently. It was the graduate assistant! She was the woman in the video. Her breasts amazingly formed, her nipples hard. An erotic smile spread across her face.

"Unbelievable," I uttered, as the hand stroked harder.

The fingers on my balls grabbed the tightening sack, pulled down and started a back and forth twisting motion with my balls.

I pressed my hips up to meet the robot's hand, but couldn't budge. After twenty strokes I was sure I would release myself, but I bit my lip and cried out, "You aren't fucking getting me so easily as that!"

At that moment, the scenes on the ceiling changed. The assistant was sucking on a large erection. Moments later it erupted on her neck and breasts. The she was being fucked by another man, who quickly erupted on her belly. The scenes were patched together, clearly from many sex sessions. Over and over, repeating in some cases, the cocks were moving and erupting.

Her arched back pressed up as a she was fucked hard from behind. I could feel my orgasm building, and I tightened the muscles in my belly to prevent it. The cock withdrew and sprayed across her lower back, perfectly angled for re-entry of the cock.

The robot pressed harder, then suddenly at the end of each up stroke the vibration would go on for one or two intense seconds. I bit harder, drawing blood this time, and closed my eyes. The overhead intercom interrupted:

"Never close your eyes. That ends the experiment," it barked, at which point I opened my eyes again.

The stroking sped up now, and I winced at the pleasure. The images blurring together into one long erotic chain of sweat, semen, breasts, and lips. It was all blurring now, and my heart rate was almost unbearable. I tugged at the straps but they wouldn't budge.

Suddenly the robot arms folded back, and the images faded. The music continued, picking up intensity as if that was possible. And I was left alone.

I thought this meant the experiment was over, but I was so wrong about that.

The automated chair-like device I was strapped into shifted me from my back to a sitting position, pulling my legs apart, and thrusting my hips for me into the receiving pinch of the two-fingered arms of the robot. It fucked the two fingers, vibrating my whole body with pleasure and motion. I couldn't move -- it was moving me for me.

It spun me into a crouch and forced me to fuck the fingers in more of a doggie style position. Pumping harder and harder for me -- the hand motionless, and all of the pumping action coming from moving my body and hips and legs and back for me.

I was being controlled to fuck.

It was like nothing I had ever daydreamed of.

But I clenched down and prevented my orgasm. It went on for ten minutes or so, with several variations on positions and speeds. But I held on for the ride. It felt so foreign to have my body moving out of my own control. To have a machine moving me. But I went with it, and watched the wetness on my tip lubricating the rubber tips of the robot fingers, and slowly traveling down the length of my heavy shaft.

It stopped suddenly. The music silenced. The lights further dimmed. The motion halted.

Then the voice of the graduate student came over the loudspeaker. "Jon, you have stamina. You feeling OK? You look a little exhauted."

Feebly, I replied, "I am fine. Don't stop. I want to fuck you now that I have seen your body on the videos." I moaned as the robot arm stroked me a couple more times.

She laughed over the loudspeaker. "That is a good fantasy for your wildest dreams because it ain't going to happen," she chortled.

I shook my head, the tiny quarter-inch that it would even budge with the straps on.

The music started again. Slowly, pulsing, building.

My erection refilled. And I rested, now on my back again.

That was when the lights came up slightly. Just enough for me to see a large device, similar to mine, across the room. I hadn't noticed it before, and its back was to me so even now I couldn't make out the exact structure.

The other system slowly moved towards me, then slowly spun around.

My breath was knocked out of me. Dr. Harkness, fully naked, was strapped to a similar chair fifteen feet away from me. I couldn't catch my breath. Un-fucking believable.

She was a sight to behold -- her breasts pushing up between harnesses holding her down to the chair. Her nipples erect. Her eyes staring at me, like an animal. Her legs stretched downwards, her belly taught, breathing in and out rapidly.

She was hungry for my body, I could tell just by the look in her eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I yelled at her.

"Come and get it Jonathan. Nobody has lasted this long, and now you are going to cum once and for all. Come on kiddo. Come and get it!" she teased me.

No shit, I was going to come and get it. And quickly.

The one problem was that I couldn't move.

That is when her chair lifted her upwards, spreading her legs, twirling her in the air effortlessly.

It positioned her breasts above me, her legs spayed outwards, me on my back and her above me, hovering. One nipple came down to my lips.

"Fuck yes!" I yelled.

The nipple came into range of my tongue and I lashed out it with my tongue. Furiously I played with it. Unable to get my mouth around it, my tongue darted across it over and over. She winced and shuddered her body, barely vibrating the powerful chair and strap system holding her above me. The other nipple moved into range. I tongued it over and over.

"Don't you fucking dare give me real pleasure Jon," she whispered to me.

That's when I screamed outloud to the graduate student who must be watching through the mirrors and controlling the devices:

"I want her fucking pussy now. I want to fuck her so badly I am going to die!" I yelled.

The chairs spun, dizzyingly. And suddenly she was spread eagle below me, I was roughly standing, still suspended in the air, my cock bobbing upwards. The controller guided my cock to her clit and rotated her body in tiny motions. My cock rubbed circles around her clit. I pulsed the erection upwards, and it slapped the side of her clit with each pulse.

"Don't you fucking dare Jon!" she screamed.

"Give me that pussy now!" I responded, talking to the graduate student behind the mirror.

Her voice came over the loudspeaker momentarily, "I am masturbating watching you now Jon. Do the best you can and there may be a prize in this for you afterall."

And she jammed my hips forward, thrusting my cock against her pussy. But she missed and my cock awkwardly pressed across her clit, through the thin grasses of her pubic hair, along her mound and jutting up and over the top of her pubic bone.

"Try again. I need that pussy now!" I yelled.

The lights started pulsing, almost strobe-like, just as the music burst forth in a powerful beating humming noise.

She repositioned my hips, lower this time, and thrust my butt forward.

In one long stroke my cock filled Dr. Harkness. Her face grimaced in pleasure. My cock yearned for more, but the controller pulled me out.

Suddenly the motions began.

She pumped my hips for me, arching my back expertly with each pump, going just deep enough to cause real pleasure for each of us, and pulling back out almost to the point the head was visible.

"Fuck yes, give me that pussy. I want to fuck the doctor harder", I begged over the music, barely audible.

My cock was stroking at least once per second. The doctor's pussy was opening fully for me now, and the wetness had dribbled out.

The controller spun my arm around, and placed my thumb within range of her clit. I started intensely rubbing her clit with my thumb, provided just enough range of motion to really press on the clit.

Dr. Harkness yanked at her straps and suddenly barked out in orgasm.

"Fuck me harder Jon. Don't stop Susan. Don't stop now. Fuck me as hard as you can, both of you. Fuck yes!!!!!" she screamed.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she squeezed my heavy member inside her. She pumped on it, unconsciously licking lips as I pressed her clit and she came.

Seconds later the controller spun her over me and her clit was on my mouth. Her legs were splayed, she above me, me on my back again. My cock was aching for more of her, but I had no power to change the situation.

My tongue went to work and with a minute Dr. Harkness let go another massive orgasm on my mouth. The grad student pressed her pussy down onto my mouth hard enough that if it weren't for my nose I would have completely suffocated. I felt the waves of orgasm on her hardened clit as the doctor came on my face -- and I tasted her salt and pleasure as she came to rest, practically asleep above me.

The music faded and the lights came back up.

To my right, out of my peripheral vision I could see the door open, and the graduate student walked in. She unsnapped the doctor's harnesses, and the doctor stepped out of her chair, completely wiped out.

Susan slowly, seductively undressed. And I was reminded by how luscious her body was. Dr. Harkness was incredible, but Susan was ten years younger, firmer, and more fit. And she was incredible. My fading erection started up again, as Susan stepped into the device, smiling.

"This is your reward Jon," she said, a smirk on her face. "I want some of that big cock now. Let's see what it can do for me finally," she added.

I couldn't believe it. Dr. Harkness walked over to me, and pushed a button on my chair. A small keypad and joystick flipped up hear my right hand.

"Use these to control your chair. Hit the yellow button to change which chair you control. Enjoy!" she whispered in my ear.

I was blown away. I finally had control!? Indeed I did. I pressed the joystick and slowly spun around. Then the other way. Then up, then down. I was getting the hang of it. Like a video game. I hit the yellow button, and suddenly Susan's chair animated. Incredible.

I moved the chair towards her. I moved her chair towards me. The music came back on. Dr. Harkness stroked my cock with her hand briefly to fully form my erection, winking at me.

I was salivating, my eyes locked on her's, then on Susan's body. I wanted her so badly that I couldn't stand it.

I rotated her legs up and apart. I moved my chair level. I raised her. She was above me now, the music pulsing, my cock bobbing. I actually watched as a drop fell from the lips of her opening, down to the floor. She as ready.

I shifted the controls again.

"I want that fucking pussy!" I screamed, and I maneuvered as carefully as I could.

I finally got the head of my cock up to her opening.

"Fuck me Jonathan. Cum with me. Fuck me," she whispered. "I can't move, and I don't have a joy stick. Please, I need you now. End this experiment."




The Experiment



Dr. Vincent Clair stared at his enlarged penis through the glass cylinder. With a little pumping it had ballooned to three times its normal size. An immense web of veins bulged along the shaft and the head was growing purple. It was scary to behold and the pressure was beginning to get uncomfortable but he refused to settle for anything less than filling the 12 inch long, 5 inch diameter tube. He squeezed the bulb of the pump until his penis threatened to break the tube.

He was married to science. His love for the subject was born during his childhood. Unlike most boys his age Vincent was not naturally strong and athletic. Short, skinny, and bespectacled he was often picked on. Nor did he get much attention from girls, a source of much frustration as he got a little older.

Vincent's life changed when he got into high school. Science classes taught him that nature, however extraordinary, was not always suitable to man's goals. Fortunately human beings had the ability to correct nature, as with the glasses that corrected his eyesight. It was not much of a leap for him to realize this correction process could be carried out with his entire body. Steroids, hormones, protein powders--all of these things could give his frail body the boost it needed to overcome his peers in the gym and catch the eyes of the ladies. Later, laser surgeries would become available so he could even get rid of corrective lenses.

The pursuit of physical perfection was never-ending. At forty-nine years old he had the body of a thirty year old athlete. There was always a little more he could do, however--an extra inch on his biceps, a wrinkle that could be gotten rid of, another layer of fat shed. Or another inch added to his penis. Between his looks, his brains, and his money he could have any woman he wanted. 

And the woman Dr. Vincent Clair wanted was Nurse Richey. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined the wide, doey eyes of the graveyard shift nurse when she saw his new, improved penis for the first time. She had the face of a playful feline; tight, delicate, with eyebrows manicured in delicate pyramids over big, sparkling blue eyes, her blonde hair pulled up in a bun. A heavy dose of lipstick brought attention to her lips which usually had a sideways grin that made a man wish she was thinking of him. When she saw Dr. Clair's bulging, pumped-up apparatus those angled eyebrows would lift in surprise, then fall over a hungry, longing expression. Her juicy red lips would twitch a little and she'd run her tongue hungrily along them, leaving an inviting trail of moisture.

Like Dr. Clair, Nurse Richey was a woman with grand ambitions. She had already conquered the office administrator, right after conquering nursing school, and now she had free reign in the hospital. She used her freedom to advance her sexual agenda which seemed to involve a steady supply of men of all types -- fat, skinny, beefy, Black, White, Latino. Some were the boyfriends or husbands of other nurses, some were nurses, some were doctors -- but not Dr. Clair, not yet. He had been waiting patiently until he was sure he had an organ larger than any man she had been with before and a way to use it that no other man had dared.

Once Vincent was satisfied the monster was ready to be unleashed he slipped the white rubber cock ring over the seal of the pump until it constricted the base of his cock. Giddiness crept into his maniacal heart as he pressed the release valve and freed his cock from the confines of the tube. Then he reached an elongated finger across his desk to press a button on the intercom. "Nurse Richey, will you come in here please?"

It was only a moment until the door handle clicked and Nurse Richey stepped in. Her starchy white uniform was stretched almost to the ripping point at her chest and hips. She seemed flushed and slightly disheveled; Dr. Clair must have caught her just after she had finished with what she thought would be tonight's entertainment. She clasped her hands in front of her thin waist and replied, "Yes, Dr. Clair?"

Vincent stood, his new creation hidden by his long doctor's coat. He paced seriously to the front of his desk and said, "I need your professional opinion about something."

"Alright, doctor."

With a grin Vincent tossed open his coat. Her reaction was everything he could have imagined and more. Her eyebrows nearly hopped off her forehead, her jaw hung slack. She gulped, then licked her lips as he had anticipated while one hand involuntarily reached towards it.

"Yes, that's it," Vincent coaxed, "go ahead and touch it."

She stepped forward and sunk to her knees in front of him, unable to draw her eyes away. She lifted it with both hands, the head dipping off the end. Her eyes darted back and forth across it to take in every inch, every vein, and comprehend the sheer magnitude of the organ she held in her hands. "It's...it's so big!" she whispered.

"Isn't it marvelous? And do you know where it's going to go?"

She knew where she'd like it to go, where she could squeeze and ride it and sear it with her love-heat. It would fill her so completely as to shove thoughts right out of her little blonde head, leaving her with nothing but a throbbing state of ecstasy. But no, that was the obvious place for it if he was showing it to her. It was implied and Dr. Clair would never state an implication aloud. She gasped as the meaning hit her: "You don't mean?"

Vincent's smile widened. "I do mean."

"But doctor, you can't possibly...it won't fit!"

"Of course it will."

"But it will hurt so much!" tears were welling up in her eyes, "and it will for weeks and weeks afterward! I won't even be able to sit down!"

"My dear nurse, am I not a man of science?"

"Of course you are, you're a genius!"

"And have I not been kind to you in the past?"

Nurse Richey blushed. For the last couple of months Dr. Clair had fed her a steady suplly of little gifts: flowers, chocolates, jewelry, lingerie. Sex toys. "Yes, of course."

"Then will you not trust me?"

"I'd trust you with my life. But how do you intend to do it?"

"Come, I'll show you." Dr. Clair opened the door adjoining his examination room. It was clean, white, and brightly lit with a table in the middle for patients to lie down on. Next to the table was a metal tray draped in a white cloth. Vincent pulled the cloth away to reveal an assortment of instruments: shining, stainless steel butt plugs, a latex tube connected to a squeeze bulb, a thin, flat metal disk and a large bottle of lube.

"You see? We will progress in stages. I will begin, of course, by applying an ample amount of lubricant to the orifice. I'll give it a bit of a warm-up with my fingers," at this he tugged on a latex glove, "and then I'll insert this smallest of weighted plugs." He held the plug up for her to examine and continued, "Of course, you'll need something to do as this stretches you out, so I'll let you examine my organ however you wish to help you relax." Nurse Richey felt unsure about having her ass penetrated by a steel plug but her mouth watered at the prospect of having Vincent's enormous instrument in it.

"After enough time has passed I'll remove the plug, only to fit a larger one in its place. Then a larger one, and a larger one, and so on. Does that sound like a plan?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Excellent! Bend over the table there and let's begin."

Nurse Richey complied, her uniform cracking stiffly around her buttocks. Dr. Clair pulled up a stool and peeled her dress up to her waist. "What a naughty girl," he remarked, "you weren't wearing any undergarments. Whatever for, I wonder?"

He poured the lube onto his gloved fingers before globbing it on her anus. It was cold, sending an unexpected shiver through her body. He spread it in a circle around the rim, warming it and relaxing the sphincter with the pleasurable sensation.

"Were you preparing for me?" At this he inserted a finger. He waited a moment before wiggling it around, setting her body ashiver with a tingling cross between a tickle and an orgasm. "Or have you been playing with someone else?" He inserted the first steel plug slowly, pushing her ass cheeks aside as the muscles relaxed to accommodate the large foreign object.

It was not at all what Nurse Richey expected. Her ass was not alive with fire or spasming in pain. In fact it felt full in a way her vagina never could, and her mind leapt to imagine the same sensation between her legs. Her clitoris flared to life and she began to grow warm.

"Now for you to get used to this little toy. Relax, enjoy its weight stretching out the unused nerves back there. With a little practice you may even be able to move it back and forth a little with nothing more than the contractions of your muscles."

She closed her eyes and did as she was told, relaxing as much as possible then clenching as hard as possible around the unyielding steel. Vincent watched in childish glee as it bobbed between her ass cheeks, the lube oozing around it to make her orifice glisten in the office lights.

He moved around in front of her then and tapped her forehead with his engorged member. She opened her eyes and felt her pulse quicken. "Please doctor, may I have it in my pussy?"

Dr. Clair was tempted. He had never taken this nurse before and with her considerable experience with men she could likely show him things he had never seen in the bedroom. Vincent was a man of science, however, and this might be his only chance to experience the pleasure of plowing a woman's ass with his Frankencock. He simply could not afford to take chances with her sweet, fresh love-muffin.

"No, not tonight. You may, however, fondle and lick it to your heart's content."

This she did with a relish that made Dr. Clair's cold heart melt. She licked and she licked, inch by loving inch along the meaty shaft before wrapping her mouth around the head. The heas was so large she could just fit it in her mouth but it was soft, puffy, and delectable as no head she had ever sampled before. With both hands she stroked the pole--an iron-hard contrast to the gigantic marshmallow in her mouth. She strained to touch it with her lips, relaxing her throat to let the head slide in. It felt as if she would suffocate but she could manage it. She loved the challenge of it as much as the taste. How much could she take in—here and elsewhere? She pulled it out to say, "I'm ready for the next level doctor."

"So soon?" He checked his watch, "It's hardly been five minutes!" But he complied, inserting a plug the size of a banana. It filled her further, stretching her nerves further, but it was not a challenge. "Fuck it," she cried, "skip to the end!"

The end was a truly wonderful plug. Few ever needed anything like it and of those who braved it almost none fully inserted it. Its tapered tip was as wide as the average plug's base and its base rounder than a bar stool. It was heavy too—as much a challenge for Vincent to pick up as it was for Nurse Richey to accommodate in an organ never meant to see such use.

Vincent's arms quivered as he slowly pushed the tip around her buttocks. They moved aside easily to make room for the instrument, even as her anus expanded to suck it in. Further and further Vincent pushed, fascinated at the elasticity of her asshole and the way it seemed to be climbing the plug rather than simply allowing it to slide in. But as the plug reached the size of a coconut the ass's progress began to slow. Nurse Richey's legs were quivering beyond her control. It was as if every nerve in her body was gathered at the base of her spine and fired off in one big bundle. The pleasure was so intense she couldn't release it all and it began to take over her brain. Her only thought was that she couldn't stop—her body tensed and strained but her ass loosened further and further, allowing the cold, monumental steel to spread her round cheeks so far apart that they were meeting on top of the plug's massive base.

Dr. Vincent felt a tear running down his cheek as his heart gushed with joy at this momentous occasion. In all his years as a man of science he had never seen anything like it. The fluorescent lights of his office glared like a spotlight from the plug, glowing at the gooey, luby edges with a halo. It was solid, immovable, even as the legs and buttocks spasmed wildly around it, it was like a universe unto itself. And now it was time to insert himself into that universe.

The plug came out easily, heavy and warm with her heat. Vincent caressed it a moment before returning it to his tray. He turned back to examine her anus; it was a gaping, stretching maw, a vacuum left by the withdrawal of a powerful object. Dr. Clair inserted the cure, feeling for the first time the true power of his prodigious pecker. Her ass was immeasurably warm but not uncomfortable. It clung to his meat-stick as it traversed her tunnel but it was not too tight. In fact, it seemed made to fit him and he exalted in ramming his dick into her again and again, jubilantly plowing her ass and screaming with mad abandon.

It was fortunate for Nurse Richey that she was experiencing an out-of-body experience at this point, aware only that her ass was in the hands, and penis, of a truly twisted human being. Dr. Clair relished in the ovalling of her orifice, ramming his new organ in further and further to stretch it to its limits. It was a double experiment of sorts, not only to see how large his penis was but what it could do to female anatomy. He enjoyed the almost painful tightening of her sphincter as it strained to reject the unnaturally large foreign object. No plug could match the intense pushing, shoving, probing of a man bent on achieving a new level of human sexual experience.

Nurse Richey's ass was alive with sensation even as her brain shut off. She shoved her ass back along Vincent's pole to take it harder, deeper. She wanted it so far inside her that he would have to strain to pull it out again. She locked down on it as hard as her overworked sphincter possibly could, trying to take in the hot, ridgy, throbbing sensation along every inch of her backdoor tunnel. Her fingernails clawed involuntarily at the table, her body shuddered and writhed. Screams ripped from her windpipe as Vincent's gigantic member overcame her again and again.

Vincent's large hands clamped down on Richey's meaty ass cheeks, arching his back to leverage the Frankencock in further. The nurse cried out as the deep penetration forced lubricant to ooze out in the miniscule seam between Clair's dick and Richey's anus. The ooze dripped to the floor where it formed a pool with vaginal juice that was practically squirting out with shock-waves of pleasure. Nurse Richey's bodily functions were completely out of her control; her anus quivered and gave up, the muscles completely worn out, dilating in fatigued defeat. 

Clair laughed maniacally, thrusting and slapping her ass with increased ferocity as he neared climax. He pulled back and with a final mighty shove he sent them both spiraling into ecstasy, filling her orifice with white goo until it was overflowing. Richey's body seized and contorted, her ass spasming wildly with pleasure, sending the jizz and lubricant spraying everywhere. When it was done Dr. Clair collapsed on her limp, wet body, content with the night's experiment. 

Nurse Richey sighed, smiled and said, "Thank you Dr. Clair. That was a memorable experience."

An empty feeling made its way into Vincent Clair's stomach but he kept his voice optimistic. "I can give you more, you know."

Richey's scintillating laughter echoed off the exam room walls. "No, I don't think so."

"But you said it was memorable. That's good, right?"

"Good, yes. And original, which is what's important to me. But unfortunately I just can't bring myself to be with the same man twice."

"But I'm very creative. I'm a scientist after all!"

"Listen, I grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere. The only boy in thirty miles was as dumb as a rock and hung as a grasshopper. There was nothing worth fucking until I got to the big city. Now that I'm here I'm going to take advantage of everything this place has to offer."

Nurse Richey stopped to lean in and kiss the flabbergasted doctor. "Be happy I got around to you. It was fantastic, don't get me wrong but unless you can turn yourself into a whole new person, I need to move on." She stepped back into her tight uniform and smoothed it down, giving Dr. Clair one last tantalizing view of her curves before she went out the door. 

Vincent smiled and said to himself, "Turn myself into other people? My dear, you don't know just how much science can do. But you'll find out soon enough." Wild, uncontrolled laughter filled the empty hallway outside of the Dr. Vincent Clair's office. 



The Experiment



Devlin slowly released his wife, and rolled to the side, pulling her with him so he could cuddle her. Anna went to him willingly, folding herself into his arms, and offering him her mouth for a kiss.

"I love you, Annie!" he whispered in her hair. "Always!" He caressed her breasts as he kissed her, lingering on her hardening nipples. 

"I love you, too, Dev!" she murmured, letting him suck her tongue into his mouth. She felt herself getting all wound up again, and wondered where this new burst of energy was coming form. She could feel her husband hardening behind her, and it thrilled her that after all these years, she could still make him hard for her, could still make him tremble when he came.

"We have to get up! Big day today, remember?" She hissed when he slid a finger between the lips of her soaking pussy. "You're insatiable, aren't you, Dev?"

"When have I not wanted to make love to you? Tell me!" he demanded.

"Never!" she replied, laughing. "We were always ready for each other. Guess we were born ready! But we have a date today, remember? We have to get the kids squared away, and pack for our little trip."

Devlin sat up in bed, and pulled Anna up with him. "So, what do you think she'll be like?" he asked. "She's a sexy little mama on the Internet, but in real life, she may be a dud!"

"I seriously doubt it, Dev! I think I may end up being very jealous of her ability to turn you on!" 

Anna looked at him, but there was a smile on her face, telling him she was joking. Devlin relaxed, and turned her for another kiss. "I still want to make love to you again, but you're right, we need to get up." 

He bit her earlobe and slid his tongue behind her ear before letting her go and getting off the bed. His erection stood proud and high, and Anna put out a hand to stop him from leaving. He turned back to her, and she took him in her hands and set about making him moan and groan from the pleasure she was giving him. Her hands were busy on his rod, caressing it, stroking it, pumping it, squeezing it, making him crazy. He pushed himself into her hands, and then, as he was winding up to climax, she licked the head, once, twice, again, and then sucked him into her mouth. He shouted as he came. Hard. Anna milked him with her hands, watching him shoot his load, letting it fall on her breasts.

"Mmmm! Oh baby! I love it when you come hard like that!" Anna rose up on her knees and hugged her husband, loving the way he trembled in her arms. They had been married for fifteen years, and still the fire of passion burned brightly between them. They shared everything, and had done for all their years together, even before they were married. 

She loosed her hold on him and let him pull her along with him to the bathroom. Today they were going to meet a friend whom they had first met online over a year earlier. She lived on the opposite coast, and they were to travel to meet her, halfway between their two states. They had been planning this little jaunt for a while, and now they were finally going to meet her. Her name was Beth, and she fascinated them. She was from the Caribbean, a teacher, a mother, a writer, and it seemed, lonely. They both liked the stories she wrote, and she had even written a couple with Anna which they were looking to get published.

Anna let her husband wash her body, knowing they would probably make love one more time in the shower, and loving that he still knew how to set her ablaze. Her thoughts went from their meeting with Beth to the feel of his hands on her arms, on her back, on her breasts, on her belly, on her mound of pleasure.

"Babe, we really need to get going!" she whispered, hoping he wouldn't stop.

"Payback, babe! And I'm loving it. Feel your breath hitching when I do this," he slid a lathered finger between the lips of her sex. When she moaned, he slid it down, then up again, and then circled her aching bud.

"Dev!" she gasped.

"Hmmm? What? I'm just making sure you're clean everywhere," he said, and plunged two fingers inside.

The cries from the shower might have awakened the dead, but Anna was beyond caring. She let Devlin play with her, and bring her to a crashing orgasm, and she trembled in his arms as he rinsed her body.

"We're going to have to be really quiet when we meet Beth," she said on a satisfied sigh. "We can't share a suite with her and be noisy like this!"

Devlin laughed as he lathered himself. "Maybe she won't mind!" he said.

He hadn't told Anna what he had been thinking about for more than a week now, as the time came closer for them to meet their friend, but he found he was very eager to find out if Beth were as daring as some of the stories she wrote suggested she might be. She had written a couple about threesomes, and he had been impossibly hard when he read them. The lovemaking he shared with Anna after reading them had been intensely pleasurable for both of them, and she had even wondered aloud the second time what had gotten into him. He knew his wife was willing to try anything, but he wasn't sure how she would react if he told her he wanted to see if their friend would make a threesome with them. He knew he would love to share love with Beth. She had come to be important to them, and they cherished her friendship. Which was part of the reason he hadn't mentioned his fantasy to Anna. He worried that if they went there, it might ruin his marriage and their friendship, and he didn't want to be the reason either of those things happened.

As they got dressed, he tried to think of a way to broach the subject. He watched Anna as she spread creamy body lotion on her long legs. Her bottom invited him to touch her, to taste her, and he sighed, feeling himself go hard again. How was he going to deal with two women, if it ever happened, when one was driving him crazy? He sighed, a smile crossing his features. Anna saw it and quirked an inquiring brow.

"What's the smile for?" she asked, pulling the black thong panties up her legs.

"Nothing!" he said. "Just admiring the view!"

She smiled at him and slipped into her Capri pants -- white, form fitting, topped by a red spaghetti-strapped little number that showed off her breasts to advantage. She added a simple gold chain, gold hoop earrings, and red sandals on her feet, and she was ready. He smiled again, remembering that the girls --he had taken to calling Anna and Beth that in his mind -- had decided on this outfit together, and that they would dress alike for the duration of their time together. How was he going to hide his erection when he had his sexy wife on one arm and the hot Caribbean babe they were going to meet on the other?

Anna walked over to the door.

"Stop mooning about and finish dressing, Dev! We still have to get the girls to Jenny, before we go. Breakfast will be in about ten minutes. Bring the case down with you when you're coming, please. Don't forget to pack toothbrushes and hair brushes."

She walked out without waiting for a response, and Devlin finished his own dressing before retrieving the suitcase and making sure everything they would need was in it. He went downstairs at the same time as his girls did. They were giggling about something only they knew about, and he watched them, twin terrors on their best day, and his heart filled with love. He was a happy man -- he had a wife he loved with his whole heart, and two of the most treasured possessions a man can have, his daughters. He lost his balance when they jumped on him.

"Morning Dad!" They tackled him, and he stumbled, but righted himself before they all fell in a heap on the floor.

"Remember, I'm called your "old man" for a reason," he reminded them, but he hugged them anyway. 

They laughed and presented their cheeks for kissing. He obliged, and they all sat down to waffles and sausages. Anna poured coffee and orange juice, and then she sat with them. The talk was all of the next few days. Hannah and Devorah chattered on about the boys they had met the last time they were at their aunt Jenny's house, and giggled when Devlin asked if they had any plans to meet them again.

"Oh, Dad! Those boys are too silly for us!" Devorah said. She was the older by fifteen minutes, and the bolder of the twins. She was far older than her fourteen years -- an old soul, as her mother said at least once a day. "Besides, that was last year!" 

She made that last statement as though it explained everything, and Devlin laughed out loud.

"Come on, let's hurry up and clean up the kitchen, so you can get a head start on this year's crop of boys!" He laughed again as the girls rolled their eyes, and Anna looked at him like he had lost his mind. 

He knew he wouldn't be the typical father. He would protect his girls, but he wanted them to know the joy of deep love, and he wouldn't fight them when they found their soulmates. He had found his, and he wanted them to know the same joy he knew. The kitchen clean, he ushered the girls out to the car and watched as Anna locked the door and joined them. The ride to Jenny's house took fifteen minutes, and as they pulled into her driveway, Anna turned to the girls and said,

"We'll call you when we get there! And please, girls, don't spend too much time hogging Jenny's phone. I didn't hear the end of that for a whole month!" 

Devlin watched them walk into his favorite sister's house, and his mind went back to the woman he and Anna were about to meet for the first time. In her pictures she was a big, pretty, brown-skinned woman with a great smile and dimples in both cheeks. For some reason, as he thought about her now, he felt himself growing hard, and he quickly adjusted himself before Anna came back, which she was even now doing, having kissed her children and her sister goodbye. He took a deep breath, and watched his wife come toward him. He was deeply in love with Anna, and he wished he understood this feeling he had for a total stranger.

"Ready?" Anna asked, as she swung her tanned legs into the car. "As I'll ever be!" he answered, putting the car in Reverse and backing out of the driveway. "Got the tickets?"

"Everything's in here! We're gonna have fun, right, Dev?"

Devlin heard the uncertainty in his wife's voice and glanced at her. Her face had that tense look, as when she was worried about something -- it was all angles. He reached for her hand and squeezed it.

"What's up?" he asked, caressing her knuckles with his thumb.

"Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about the same thing as me!" she burst out, turning to look at him with troubled eyes.

Devlin felt his breath hitch in his chest, but he managed to answer coolly enough, "And what have you been thinking about, sweetie?"

"Beth!" she said, as if that explained everything.

His lips quirked up at the corners. "What about her?"

"What if she...what if we...?" She fumbled for the right words to say what she was thinking. "She's a damned sexy woman, Dev, and she made it sound as though she would try anything!"

"Anything like...?"

"Well, this morning, when we were making love, and I said we'd have to be quiet, you said she might like it!" Anna's voice was high. "Well, what if she not only likes it but...wants to join in?" She sounded at once scandalized and intrigued. Her cheeks were flushed, as though she had been exerting a lot of energy.

Devlin squeezed her hand again. "Would that bother you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm. 

"I don't know!" Anna answered him. 

He could hear the confusion in her voice, and something else that he recognized as desire. He had to force himself to concentrate on which turns to take, and when to get on and off the highway. Anna wanted Beth, too! Holy cow! He removed his hand from hers, so she wouldn't notice the fine trembling that had taken it over. He didn't ask the question that was burning in his mind -- how she would feel if he made love with Beth. He had a feeling that that was what she wasn't so sure about.

He turned into the airport parking lot and went to the long-term parking section. After locking the car, he and Anna boarded the shuttle to their terminal, and stood in line waiting to be checked in.

"You didn't answer me, Dev," Anna commented in a low voice.

Devlin went instantly on alert. "What question?" he asked, even though he knew.

"You haven't wondered about what Beth might want?" She turned questioning eyes to his face.

"Sure," he hedged, "but I figure, it's better we wait and see. We may be reading too much into things," he added, more to himself than to her.

"I don't think so," Anna insisted. "but you could be right..." her voice trailed off, and soon they were waiting for their flight to be called. 

Devlin waited till they were in the air before he said, as they sipped Cokes,

"So...what if I said I wouldn't mind? Would that help you make up your mind?" He forced himself to look at his wife calmly, though his heart was racing, and he was sure she could see his pulse ticking rapidly in his throat.

Anna looked at him and licked her lips. "It sounds so decadent," she said. "But if you didn't mind, and the mood was right..." She paused and looked at him again.

"Honey, what if she wants me? And I want her? Would that be okay, too?" 

Devlin let his questions sit there, knowing that while he was burning to know this woman, he would never do anything to upset his wife, but wanting her to say she'd be okay with it. He had never had such feelings before, and he couldn't explain them now, so he didn't bother to try. 

"I don't know, Dev! I really don't know!"

Anna's uncertain voice echoed in Devlin's mind all the way to their hotel. He felt himself getting excited as they neared their destination. The salty air nipped at his nostrils, and the warm sun only added to the heat already pulsing off him in waves. He wondered that Anna didn't feel it. Once they were checked in, he took their suitcases over to the elevator and waited impatiently for it to arrive. The doors slid open...and Devlin's jaw dropped.

Beth Benjamin stepped toward him and stopped. Her eyes registered a cautious recognition, and she smiled, and said,

"Dev? Is it you?" Her voice was like warm molasses, and it trickled in through the channels of his ears and warmed his heart. 

He smiled and nodded. "Beth?"

She held her arms out and he hugged her big, warm body to him, trying to steel his body from stirring. Anna was behind him, and he turned and pulled her against his side. 

"Honey, it's Beth!" he said, and Anna left his embrace for Beth's. The women hugged longer, and he had time to breathe deeply and slow his heart rate. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about that, and he suddenly knew he would have a hard time avoiding being aroused around her all weekend.

"It's so good to finally meet you guys!" she enthused, encompassing them both in a stunning smile that showed her dimples and pearly whites. "I was just going to get some Gummi Life Savers..." she blushed slightly as she said that. "I kinda like them. I'll be right back up, okay?"

She walked away from them, and Devlin and Anna stared after her before getting into the elevator. Anna felt warm, as though she had been caressed, and she looked over at her husband to find him in much the same state. In fact, if she were not mistaken, he had the beginnings of an erection that she knew he was trying hard to lose. Damn! She should never have brought up the subject, and now Dev would be so much more aware of their friend than he might otherwise have been. She thought back to his questions on the plane, and wondered if she would be jealous of a stranger.

They unpacked as soon as they got into the suite, noting that Beth had apparently ordered snacks for them. Anna wandered out to the balcony, feeling suddenly restless, and found a book that Beth must be reading lying on one of the loungers. It was a romance novel, of course, about vampires. Anna smiled. She had always known her friend Beth was a very sensual woman, and she admitted that that was a large part of what drew her to Beth. She exuded sensuality, in fact, a raw sexuality, even on her page. Her words lit up the page, and Anna had on more than one occasion gone to bed so aroused she had been unable to sleep, and had finally wakened Devlin to get the satisfaction she needed. Not that he minded, of course, she thought with a satisfied smile. Their lovemaking seemed to have become more inspired since they met Beth. 

Beth's voice brought her back to the moment.

"You look great, missy!" she said, smiling at Anna, who smiled in return and said, "Yeah, so do you! We clean up good, huh?"

They laughed and watched Devlin come towards them. His step was firm, his long legs eating up the space between them. He stopped beside his wife's chair.

"Thanks for ordering refreshments, Beth!" he said. 

He popped a succulent shrimp into his mouth and Anna felt suddenly warm.

"So how have you been, missy?" he continued. "Anna and I have been looking forward to this for over a month, and we can't wait to hear all your news."

He had brought the dish with the hors d'oeuvres on it, and each woman helped herself to the delights on it. Devlin put the tray down on the table and sat on the floor next to Anna. It served two purposes, his seat -- it kept him close to his wife, and gave him a good view of the woman he finally admitted he was lusting after. He shook his head, and tried to concentrate on her answer to his question.

"I'm really tired," Beth said, smiling at them. "I didn't get to bed till almost two, and I was out again at four to get the shuttle to the airport. It's been non-stop till now. I'll probably fall asleep on you all before too long!" She chuckled merrily and sipped the drink she had brought out with her.

"Why don't you go ahead, then?" Anna suggested, looking at her with concern. "We need you ready for dinner and the dancing we've planned for later." Anna reached over to get a drink from the table, and added, "Maybe I should get a nap, too! Insurance, you know?" Her eyes twinkled as she spoke, and they all laughed.

"I call this lounger right here," Devlin said, and stretched out. "Anna knows, I can sleep anywhere." 

He turned his eyes out to the scenery below them. Lake water glistened in the afternoon sunlight, and boaters, skiers and others enjoyed themselves frolicking about. He heard a plane in the still air, and then saw it scudding across the sky in the distance, before it disappeared into sunlight. He heard the girls talking, but he tuned them out, needing to steady himself. Beth wore the same colors as his wife, but her top accentuated her lush breasts in a way that made his mouth water. He had fought to keep his eyes off them all afternoon, and now he closed them, and let himself relax. He felt lips on his and his eyes flew open. Anna smiled down at him.

"You dozed off there, big guy! Seems we all need a nap! Beth and I will see you later, okay?" She kissed him again, and he felt Beth's eyes on them. He would have deepened the kiss, but he didn't. 

Anna straightened and walked away with Beth into the suite. He watched Beth's curvy bottom as it undulated away from him. He felt his cock stirring again, and was glad neither woman was there to witness his discomfiture. He tore his eyes way from her and closed them again, settling his shoulders more comfortably into the chair. He didn't know when he fell asleep again, but he woke to a cooling breeze on his cheeks, and muted lights in the suite. The girls must be up. 

He stood up stiffly, and stretched, loving the way his muscles felt. He'd better hurry and shower now before the girls hogged the bathroom and used all the hot water. He could hear them giggling as he walked into the suite, and he followed the sound of their voices. He found them in Beth's room, undressed except for underwear. His eyes popped out, and he swallowed convulsively. They could not see him standing in the doorway, as they cupped their breasts and laughed at some private joke. Anna slid her hands seductively down her thigh, and Devlin, whose cock immediately stood at attention, heard Beth say "Ooooh! Hot mama!!" They both burst out laughing again, and then quieted to giggles as Beth slid her palms down her ass cheeks, slapping them lightly and making Devlin's heavy cock jerk. He stifled a moan and turned away, but his movement caught Anna's eye. She turned around and said,




The Experiment



"Hey sweetie! Beth and I were just deciding what to wear tonight. Bathroom's yours." 

She saw his erection straining against his fly and she smiled, before turning back to look at herself in the mirror. Beth looked over her shoulder at him. He saw something smoldering in her gaze, and he swallowed again and hurried away. He took a cold shower, standing under the water, letting it sting him, until his erection subsided, and then he stayed a minute more, for good measure. By the time he was ready, the girls were on the patio waiting for him, and laughing at something they were seeing below.

"You're beautiful, ladies!" he exclaimed when he saw them. 

"Ready?" he asked, asking the obvious and avoiding Beth's gaze. He liked the pretty yellow sundresses they had chosen to wear, with the halter-tops and wide skirts, and the high-heeled sandals that made their calves look eminently edible.

"Thank you, sweetie!" Anna said, smiling at him. "Yes, we're ready. We've decided where we want to eat tonight. You get to choose tomorrow," Anna announced, and Devlin inclined his head with a smile.

"Your wish is my command!" He steeled himself for Beth's touch, and then extended his elbows. "Let's go, then!" 

He braced himself when Beth took his arm, but he could not stop the chills that shot up his arm, nor the charge that sent life to his groin. He walked with them down to the restaurant, willing himself not to show how much he was affected by having two gorgeous women on his arms. He seated them at the table they had reserved, and watched them as they pored over the menu, trying to decide what to have. 

"Honey, don't tell me you're going to have the same old boring thing?" Anna asked, noticing that Devlin had not looked at his menu. "Come on, have a little fun!"

Devlin laughed. "Why don't you choose for me?" he asked. "As long as it's not too girly, and there's meat in it, I'll try it tonight!"

"Deal!" she said immediately, and began to discuss menu items again with Beth.

By the time the waiter came, they were ready to order, and sipped their margaritas while they waited.

"So, Beth," Anna said, "how's the latest book going?"

"Really slowly, Anna," she said, cupping her drink in both hands. "I've never been in a ménage so I am flying blind, mostly. I've done some reading, but what would really make the story fly is if I knew someone who had actual experience. I could put that into the story." She sipped her drink and then said, "Sometimes, I'm not even sure I want to keep going there with it. Maybe I should just make it that the couple want to try new things, and they hire this woman to teach them some light bondage techniques." She looked up suddenly, taking in both Anna and Devlin. "What do you guys think?"

"I think maybe we can look at it after dinner. See if we can't help you over this hump," Anna said, her voice business-like. But Devlin saw the spark of arousal in her eyes, and he knew what she was thinking. Hot damn! He kept his eyes on her face until she looked at him, and the small smile on her lips told him he was reading her right. He slid his eyes to Beth's face, and realized she had seen the interchange between him and Anna, and her lips also curled in a smile. But she only said,

"Sure thing! It's on my laptop!" Then she turned her attention to her drink, and Anna and Devlin took in the other diners around them. 

When dinner was served, they chatted about everything and nothing, and Devlin found that if he kept his eyes mostly on his food, he could handle the occasional view of Beth's cleavage, or her full lips, or the sweet dimples in her cheeks. He began to worry that Anna was noticing how quiet he had grown as the evening progressed, but she seemed oblivious to any tension on his part. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was openly flirting with Beth, but after their conversation that morning, he found it hard to believe she had relaxed that much so soon.

He found that while looking at Beth sent him up in flames instantly, listening to her just kept the spark lit. She had a rich, sultry voice, the kind you'd expect to hear on a late night radio show, where people called in and the DJ played love songs. And when she laughed, his skin tingled, as though she were touching him. And once, when they both reached for the pepper at the same time, Devlin felt lightning shoot up his arm, and he saw the flare of desire in Beth's eyes as she looked at him, before she withdrew her hand and turned away. If he weren't reading her wrong, she was as hot for him as he was for her! How on earth was he ever going to make it through this weekend without making Anna mad as hell? He watched Beth excuse herself from the table and walk away, and he turned his eyes to his wife, who was also watching her go. 

"She's something, isn't she?" he asked, looking at Anna.

"She sure is!" she answered, finally taking her eyes off their friend to spear him with her gaze. "You like her a lot, don't you?" she asked pointedly.

"Yeah, I do! Don't you?" He watched her eyes as he asked his question.

She smiled. "God, yes! She makes me feel a little slutty, and that excites me no end! I thought I would be more nervous, but I'm not. I feel all...aroused around her! Free! You know?" Devlin saw the confusion and desire in her eyes, and he felt the echo of her feelings in his chest. 

"So, about your question this morning..." Devlin let the question go unanswered, and watched Beth walk back toward them. "She's coming back. We'll talk afterwards!"

They smiled at Beth as she sat down again, but Anna sensed something different about her. She looked inquiringly at her friend, and Beth smiled and said,

"You know, guys, I don't know if you've been feeling as...charged up as I have been, but I figured I'd get a head start on some fun that we can all share, if I suggested we take a bottle of wine back up to our suite and go with the flow!"

Anna's eyes registered her surprise, and her pleasure at the suggestion, and she looked at her husband to see what he thought. Devlin's eyes were had grown dark, and Anna knew what that meant. Although she felt a twinge of jealousy that another woman could make her husband respond with desire as Devlin was doing just then, she felt a greater rush of lust, and a surprising wetness in a place only Devlin had been able to elicit such a response before. She wondered if Devlin were as hard as she was wet. She didn't know what would happen upstairs, but she suddenly wanted to find out very badly.

"I'm game, if Dev is!" she said, when he made no reply.

Devlin cleared his throat, and said, "I'll bring the wine. You ladies can go on ahead of me." He raised his hand for the check, and Anna and Beth rose from the table.

"Hurry up, now!" Beth said, her voice a sultry invitation. She winked at him, and Devlin felt his cock jerk in response. 

He looked at her, then at Anna, who bent down and planted a hot, wet, needy kiss on his mouth. She whispered in his ear, "Please, babe! Don't stay away too long!" She kissed his ear, and then stood up and said to Beth, "I think Dev might hurry if you laid one on him!" Her eyes were bright with desire as she watched Beth, who walked around the table and whispered in his other ear, 

"I think you're so damn hot, Dev! Don't keep us waiting too long!" 

She nipped his earlobe and then soothed the tiny ache with a sensual lick. Devlin had to force himself to remain still, and not to turn his head and capture her mouth in a lustful kiss. Instead, he waited till she stood up again before turning to smile into her eyes and reply,

"I'll be there as soon as I can!" He looked at his wife again, and she licked her lips and smiled.

They walked away as the waiter came, and he ordered a bottle of wine to be sent up to their suite, paid the bill, and left a tip. He was glad he had remained seated, to give his body time to calm itself, so that by the time he stood up, the front of his slacks was flat, and he appeared to all inquiring eyes to be cool and collected. But by the time he made it into the elevator, he had to stand in such a way that no one entering the car would notice the tent in the front of his pants. The thought of making love to his wife and Beth wound him tighter than a ball of twine, and when he opened the door of the suite, what he saw almost made him come in his pants.

Both the women had changed into black teddies, with matching itty-bitty thongs and what Anna liked to call "fuck me" high-heeled pumps. They were sitting together on the sofa, arms around each other, watching something on the television. He approached them, and they moved apart to make room for him between them. He sat down, helpless against the wave of raw lust that surged through him. They both transferred their attention from the screen to him, and between them, he was naked in no time. Anna moved to kneel between his legs, while Beth took his mouth and throat. He groaned as Anna began an assault on his senses that started at his ankles and progressed, excruciatingly slowly, up his hairy legs to his groin, where she paused, playing with his pubic hair, as she knew he loved, cupping his sac, before finally sliding her hands up his throbbing erection.

While Anna teased him with her hands and mouth, Beth took control of his face, kissing his eyes, his ears, nipping his throat, deliberately avoiding his mouth, as if she knew it was driving him crazy not to have her mouth on his. Anna was making him crazy with her hands, bringing him to the edge, and backing off, and now Beth wouldn't kiss him the way he wanted to be kissed. And every time he tried to say something, she slipped a heated, and he noted with great satisfaction, trembling finger over his lips, and shook her head. Such exquisite torture! And they worked as though they had planned it, and knew how to arouse him to fever pitch. His arms felt limp and useless at his sides. He never wanted to move, and yet he wanted to fuck them wildly, like an animal.

Suddenly, Anna's mouth became demanding. She was sucking hard on him, and he could feel himself sinking slowly, getting closer and closer to the edge of sanity. And just as he thought he would die, Beth claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. She mimicked the actions of Anna's mouth on his cock, and Devlin came. Hard. He cried out into Beth's mouth, and she smiled at him, and kissed him again, sucking his tongue into her mouth and fucking his mouth with her tongue as he was fucking his wife's mouth with his pulsing cock. The eroticism of it sent his blood boiling over, and he came again, or maybe it was the same orgasm, he didn't know...and he didn't care. He kissed her back, and cradled Anna's head at his groin, until his spasms subsided.

Anna crawled up to kiss his chest, and Beth slid back to his side as he collapsed against the back of the sofa. Both women wore satisfied smiles on their faces, and Devlin felt like the luckiest man in the world. He returned their smiles, and cuddled each of them against his damp body.

"That was too sweet for words, girls!" he said when he could speak. "Thank you!" He turned his head and looked at Beth and added, "You do wicked things with your kisses, missy!" He reached over and kissed her again, this time taking control and sucking her tongue deep into his mouth, before letting her go. "A guy can learn a thing or two from you!"

He watched her blush before turning his eyes on his wife, and kissing her, too. "I love you, Anna!" he said, and kissed her again, letting his hand slide over her breast, and fondling her erect nipple. "So much, baby!" He could feel himself hardening again at the thought of all he wanted to do them, and he cursed gently when there was a knock on the door.

"Stay, I'll get it!" Beth said, rising from the sofa and going to the door. She came back with a bottle and three glasses on a tray. "Seems like a good time for a little drink!" she said, smiling at them, letting her eyes rest on Devlin's aroused cock. She licked her lips, and Devlin did not miss the action. His cock jerked, and he squeezed Anna's nipple, wanting suddenly to fuck her senseless. He heard his wife moan, and turned to see her eyes glazed over with desire.

"Soon, baby! I promise!"

Beth poured the wine for them, and then raised her glass in a toast. "To discovery," she said, "and fun!"

They drank with her, Devlin emptying his glass in three gulps. He was ready to play again, and he figured he'd take them together as they had taken him. He turned his head and kissed Anna again, the kind of kiss that told her she was in for a sweet treat and a hard ride. He pushed the skimpy lingerie off her breasts, and looked his fill at her, before lowering his head and sampling a ready nipple. She was hard, and he rolled his tongue around it, savoring the salty taste of her, and the moans she was making as he sucked on her.

"Dev!" she sighed, when he raised a hand to stroke her breast as he savored her. He reached out with his other hand and pulled Beth back to his side. He was aching to touch her wet heat, and he slid his hand down her belly, turning to look at her as he slipped a finger between her lips. She was wet, so wet, and ready for him. He moaned, and turned to kiss her on the mouth. She moaned in response as he stroked her, and then, he decided he wanted the ecstasy of feeling two wet pussies at once. He pushed his other hand under the waistband of Anna's thong and stroked her, too, loving the way she opened up for him, loving the moans of pleasure he was hearing from both of them, loving the feeling of power it gave him to know they wanted him as much as he wanted them, that he had made them wet for him. He loved the slick feeling of their walls on his fingers, and he wanted more. He slid a finger deeper, and then up inside them.

Both women groaned, and Beth opened her legs wider to give him better access. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. He fucked them with his fingers, stroking their most sensitive spot, bringing them closer and closer to climax, and then he withdrew his finger and smiled when they whimpered.

"Dev!" Anna protested.

"Shh! I'll make it all better soon, baby!" He kissed her mouth lingeringly, and then turned and lay back on the sofa and said to her, "Come sit on me, baby, and ride!" He helped her to straddle him, and moaned when he felt himself sliding deep into her wet channel. 

He turned to Beth. "Sit on my face, sweetie!"

He watched her remove her pumps and thong and then she came and sat on his face as he asked, her long legs on either side of his head, her knees bent, her hands bracing her so that she wouldn't suffocate him. He pushed her heavy pussy lips aside with his busy fingers, fondling her clit as he did so, and then he applied his tongue to her sweetness. Dear God, she tasted like heaven! He felt a rush of raw lust that shot its way into his cock, which he was driving into his wife, who was moaning with pleasure. Beth was silent, but he could feel her trembling, and suddenly he wanted her to let go completely, to cry out for him like Anna did. He pushed a finger inside her as he tongued her hard clit, and fucked her as he sucked her, all the while fucking his wife, who rode him hard. He felt as though he were on sensory overload, and as he drew nearer and nearer to climaxing, he slid a second finger inside Beth, and sucked on her clit. She gasped, and cried out uncontrollably as she came. That seemed to trigger his own orgasm, and before he knew it, he was coming hard inside Anna, who rocked him and milked him before she fell over the edge.

They were all trembling, their orgasms leaving them drained. Devlin felt Anna slide off his legs, and watched Beth stand unsteadily. He couldn't move, and he didn't try. The smell of sex was everywhere in the room, and he loved the feeling of repleteness that filled his chest. He listened to the television, realizing they had become so involved in their enjoyment of each other that they had completely tuned it out. He turned his head and watched as a vibrant and sexy little young female pleasured the buff young man she was kneeling over. Devlin chuckled, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. Is THAT what the girls had been watching? No wonder they'd been ready for him! He chuckled again, and felt their eyes on him before he heard Anna ask,

"What's so funny, Dev?"

"I just realized what you two were watching when I got here," he said, and sat up. "Any more where that came from?"

"I brought that with me," Beth said, grinning wickedly. "It was given to me by a friend, as research, he said." She chuckled wildly at the look on Devlin's face, and Anna joined her.

"Bath time, girls?" he asked, rising and putting out both hands. 

He pulled them with him into the bathroom, and set about filling the extra wide Jacuzzi tub with water. He knew they'd want bubbles and let them add the "flavors" as he liked to call them, while he went to fetch the boom box he had brought with him and two CD's. He started the first CD playing, and watched them put scented candles, with flavors to match the bubbles, around the edge of the tub. When they beckoned him to join them in the tub, he stepped in settling himself between them, and relaxing his muscles as the hot water seeped into his pores. 

"Mmmm! This is the life!" He turned his head as he felt Anna's hands on his rod. "Hungry again, babe?" he asked her, lowering his head and kissing her deeply on the mouth.

"Mmmm!" was her only response as she fondled him, bringing him back to pulsing life. "Yeah, babe!" she said huskily.

Devlin turned himself slightly toward her, and fondled a breast as he kissed her again. He couldn't believe he was so hard and aching again. He was vaguely aware of Beth behind him, and wished he could involve her in the moment. But he wasn't sure how, until he felt her slide her hands around him and tickle his nipples, and flick them with her thumbs, and twist them. He groaned, the sound sliding into Anna's mouth. He felt a confusion of desire for both women, and wished he could make love to them both at once, again.

"Babe," he said releasing his wife's mouth, "sit on me again."

Anna shook her head. "Not this time, sweetie!"

Devlin raised puzzled eyes to her face, and she looked behind him, at Beth. Devlin felt his heart surge in his chest, and his loins hardened even further. She was going to make him fuck Beth!

"It's Miss Beth's turn, sweetie! Don't make her wait any longer!" 

Anna kissed him again, and then exchanged places with Beth, who came to sit before him, her eyes on his face, watching him. 

"Ride me babe!" he said, looking her straight in the eye, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat. "Ride me hard!"

Beth settled herself on his lap, and Devlin tensed for the moment when he would feel her sex on his hard rod. She teased him, setting him at her entrance but not taking him in. He wondered how she managed to do that and not fall over. He decided two could play the teasing game, so he pushed his hips up, but when she eased down, he withdrew. She hissed, and he smiled at her. She grabbed his cock and stroked herself with the head, making him groan. Fuck! He wanted inside her now! When she went to slide the head of his penis by her opening again, he thrust up, surprising her, and he was home. 

Dear heaven, he almost came right then! She was hot, so hot, and tight! As though she hadn't had sex for a long, long time! Devlin shook with his need to take her, but he remembered he had a wife, who also needed his attention. He closed his eyes for a moment, to regain some calm, and then he opened them and looked at Anna, who was observing him with concern.

"Come here, you!" he said, and motioned for her to sit next to him. "Open up for me, love!" he begged her, He could barely concentrate, because Beth was riding him, as he had requested, sliding herself from side to side, circling her hips, leaning forward to increase the pressure on her clit, and making him crazy at the same time. But he pushed a finger along Anna's slit, and into her hot core, and he finger fucked her, kissing her as he did. His thumb was busy playing with her clit as he did, and his hips rocked into Beth, who was making some moaning noises that drove him crazy!




The Experiment



"Oh God, you're killing me! The two of you!" he groaned. "I want you!" 

He kissed Anna deeply again, before turning to Beth and giving her some of his tongue. She sucked on him, as Anna pinched his nipples and sucked on the vein in his neck. Devlin felt himself coming apart at the double assault, and he pumped his hips into the woman who was keening on his lap, and worried his wife's clit with his thumb before pushing in one last time as she fell apart. He roared as he came, and Beth grunted, convulsing around him, milking his cock, before collapsing on his chest. Devlin couldn't stop fucking her. His hips pistoned up and down, and Beth cried out again, as he kissed Anna frantically, feeling the burn of his orgasm in the base of his spine.

There were tears in Beth's eyes when he looked at her, and a wave of tenderness washed over Devlin. He hugged her to his chest with one arm, and cuddled Anna with the other. He wondered, as he listened to the girls' breathing slow, how any man could want to leave the sexy woman still impaled on his cock, which he noted with interest, was still as hard as a rock. He wanted to keep fucking her, but he knew they were tired, and he wanted to spend a little time away from the combustion of their sexuality, so he could think about what he was feeling for Beth. He knew he would never have had sex with her if she were only a one-night-stand. Which meant he had real feelings for her...which was a problem.

He kissed Beth's cheeks gently and said, "Maybe we all need to get a little rest, huh, girls?" He kissed Anna, who was drowsing next to him. "Come on, sleepyhead! Let's finish up in here and go get some shut eye."

He helped them wash themselves, struggling to resist the need he had to fondle them and make them cum again. Then he sent them to bed, while he took a cold shower. He felt as though he could go on all night, and that wasn't what this weekend was about. Well, not all of it. He'd already enjoyed incredible sex this evening, and he could wait for more. If there was going to be more. Maybe Beth would wake up in the morning and see him for what he really was -- a horny middle-aged guy. He dried himself and threw on a robe over his naked body.

Maybe she would regret the time they had already spent together, he thought, as he poured himself a Coke and went to sit on the little porch. Maybe he shouldn't have let things go so far so fast. Anna could get hurt, if he didn't watch himself with Beth, whom he found he wanted with a ferocity that frightened him. The only other woman in the world to ever make him feel like he would die if he didn't have her was his wife. And society's laws said he could only have one of those. Shit! He tossed off the rest of the soda, wishing for something stronger, and remembered the wine. He got up and went to pour himself another glass.

Beth's voice shook him. "Hi!" she said shyly, and his heart lurched in his chest. She was feeling the pull, too.

He swallowed a mouthful before he said, "Hi. You still up?" A clearly stupid question. Sheesh! "Where's Anna?"

"Asleep!"

"Beth..."

"Dev..."

"You first," he said, draining the wine glass. This wasn't strong enough to combat the raging hard-on he had by now.

"I..." she seemed to be hunting for words. "I'm sorry." She stopped again, though he had the feeling she wasn't done.

"Why?" His voice was a croak.

"This wasn't supposed to happen!"

Devlin looked at her properly, not sure he understood what she was saying.

"What?" But he had an inkling.

"We weren't supposed to feel anything more than lust!" 

She turned away from him and began to walk back to her room.

"Beth," he called after her. She stopped. "Come here!" She turned and looked at him, but she didn't move. "Please?" he begged her. Still she didn't move, so he did. He walked over to her, and backed her against the wall of the bathroom, and kissed her savagely. His mouth ate at hers, and although he could feel her resisting, she could not hold out against his passion.

"Please, Dev! Stop!" 

He felt the warmth of a tear, and raised his head, releasing her swollen lips.

"I'm sorry, baby!" His voice shook. "Forgive me? I don't want to hurt you or Annie!"

Beth smiled sadly at him. "I know, Dev! I know!"

Devlin held her by the shoulders, straining to keep his erection away from her body, so she wouldn't know the depth of his desire for her. He ached to grind his hardness against her, and to lose himself in her mouth again, but he was afraid Anna would find them if he did, and he was equally afraid Beth would reject him. His hands shook with his struggle to keep her at arms length.

"I love Anna, Beth!" he said, hoping he wasn't hurting her by his admission. "With all my heart."

"I know," she said, lowering her eyes from his.

"But I want you so badly, it scares me!" He made his admission to the top of her head, and then put a finger under her chin to make her look him in the eye. "I think I've always wanted you. I just never acknowledged it till tonight."

He bent his head to kiss her again, and she struggled to get away from him.

"Why, Beth?" He wanted her, but he was only asking for a kiss.

"Because I can't kiss you and not want you, Dev!" She trembled under his hands, and Devlin could not stop himself from cupping her face in his hands and devouring her mouth. Beth opened her mouth after only a moment's resistance, and Devlin gave in to the other aching need -- to show her just how far gone he was. He ground his erection against her, and groaned when she pushed back.

"Baby! I'll never say this again, but I want to make love to you so badly right now, it's killing me. Feeling you today was heaven. But I think we have to avoid that. I can't fuck you again and keep my sanity." 

He sipped at her lips as he spoke, feeling the fire of desire rising between them. Beth's little moans drove him wild, and all he was doing was kissing her. He felt the fever in his blood spike, and he leaned into her fully, from shoulders to knees, and mimicked with his hips the liberties he wanted to take with her, without her clothes on, with him inside her.

"Oh baby!" he whispered. "You felt so good today! You feel so good now!" He kissed her again, and then begged her, "Put your arms around me, sweeting! Let me feel you!"

Beth obliged, bringing her even closer to him, if that were possible. They dry fucked each other as they kissed, and Devlin knew he needed greater contact. He pulled back from her suddenly, breathing raggedly.

"Fuck me or leave me, baby!" he begged her. "I can't take this any more!"

He saw Beth's hesitation in her eyes, even as her breathing matched his, and he drew away from her completely. He was shaking, but he turned and walked back out to the little balcony and stood looking out over the grounds into the night. He did not turn around until he felt sure that she had gone. He still had a raging hard-on, and he knew he wouldn't sleep till he found release. He was a married man, and his wife, the one who was the rightful recipient of his attentions, was asleep in their room. He closed the door to the balcony and went in search of relief.

The sound of Anna's soft snores made him ache with guilt. She was lying curled around her pillow, her arm flung out as though to find him. She wore nothing under the thin coverlet, and he breathed in deep as he bent to stroke her breast. She moaned, and his blood heated. He sat on the bed, and stroked her some more, eventually moving to lie behind her, so he could slide his fingers into her pussy. He knew when she woke up, because her legs slid open, and she turned to sigh into his mouth as she kissed him. 

"Mmmmm! Oh Dev, you make me so wet!"

Devlin played with Anna, winding her up as much as he was, and then he rolled her onto her back and fucked her savagely, his hard cock stroking desperately into her, his balls slapping against her bottom, his hands on either side of her waist, his mouth devouring hers. He groaned as he fucked her, feeling as though he would explode form the contact, but needing it nonetheless. 

"Dev!" Anna exclaimed, and thrust her hips desperately up against him, opening her legs wider, fucking him as hard as he was her, before she came crashing down around him, crying out so loudly he wondered in a foggy part of his brain whether Beth had heard them. Then he couldn't think anymore, as he lost himself in the tidal wave of feeling, and poured himself into her. His own shout would probably wake the dead, but he couldn't care just then, the ecstasy was so overwhelming. 

"Oh, baby! I love you!" he exclaimed, hugging her to him, feeling Anna shaking in his arms. He suddenly felt an unaccountable urge to weep, and he slid off her and cuddled her, hiding his face in her hair, hoping the tears wouldn't fall. Lord help him, he was screwed!

Devlin didn't sleep well that night, and by the condition of Beth's face next morning over coffee, neither had she. She had dark circles under her eyes, and she avoided his gaze, which he found he could not keep from returning to her. He wanted her with as much fury as he had in the wee hours of the morning when he had begged her to fuck him or leave him. And though he had left her, the deep need for her flesh had not abated. What was he going to do? He knew he couldn't spend the whole weekend with her now and not touch her again, not taste her again, not have her again. 

Anna seemed to be the only normal one in the room, and she looked at her husband and at Beth with a growing concern in her eyes. When Beth excused herself, saying she needed to go to the gym, she waited till her friend had closed the door to the suite before saying to Devlin.

"Honey, what's the matter? Did you and Beth have an argument?"

Devlin almost choked on his coffee. "No, we didn't! I'm just tired. Didn't sleep well last night!"

There, he had managed to avoid her question without lying. He swallowed some more coffee, and looked at her.

"What's on the agenda for today?"

Anna gave him a dubious stare, and then said, "I know Beth wants to do some sightseeing when she's done with the gym. And I wanted to shop for the girls. You?"

"Anything you want to do is fine with me, love!" Devlin drained his coffee cup and put it back on the tray. "What are you going to do now?"

"Maybe I'll go ride some miles with Beth, and swim some laps!" Anna said. "I'll see you later, okay?" She paused, and looked at him carefully. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine! I'll go for a walk till you both get back. Go on, have fun!"

Even though Devlin was afraid Anna would ask Beth what was going on between them, there was nothing he could do to stop her, though he felt certain Beth would not reveal any secrets. He watched her leave, and inhaled deeply. Time for a quick shower and he'd go for that walk. It might help him clear his head, so he could think rationally about what he was going to do. He sat down to watch the news, and before he knew it a full half hour had passed. He took himself off to the bathroom and luxuriated in a long shower, thinking that it would be nice if he could wash away his cares down the drain. He was just stepping out of the bathroom, totally naked, when the door opened and Beth walked in. Her gasp raked over him like sharp nails, and he felt like he was on fire. He knew his cock was hard again, and he wondered how he could be so instantly ready around this woman.

Devlin watched her face, and saw the look of pure lust and desire that she tried to mask. She averted her eyes and said haltingly,

"I...I'm sorry! I'll just..." 

She didn't seem to know what to say to him, and he couldn't think past his need to fuck her senseless right there, in broad daylight on the floor, on the couch, in her bed, in his bed, against a wall, anywhere she would let him. He clenched his fists and unclenched his teeth, and said,

"I didn't expect you back so soon." 

He did not apologize for his appearance, nor did he make a move to leave. He just stood there and looked at her, hoping she saw his feelings as clearly as he had seen hers. He watched her walk towards him, as though she were in a trance, and stop before him. He inhaled deeply, but didn't move. She raised her eyes at last and looked at him, and touched a trembling hand to his chest. He growled.

"What do you want from me, Beth?" he said, his voice a snarl of frustration and lust.

She did not answer him, but let her hand slide down his tense belly to the hair that proudly crowned his evident arousal. He hissed when she played there, wondering how she knew he liked that. God, but she was killing him! He would be a puddle in a minute if he didn't stop her! But he didn't WANT to stop her. He wanted her to keep teasing him, to make him rabid for her. 

"Beth," he said, trying to keep a rational thought in his mind, "you've got to stop this!"

He watched her face as he spoke, and saw the glazed look slide across her eyes as she played, and then began to stroke him. Fuck! He wouldn't last too much longer if he let her go on like this!

"Please, baby!" he begged her. "Stop!"

She roused herself from her seeming sexual trance long enough to ask, her voice hoarse with desire, "Is that really what you want, Dev?"

Devlin grabbed her arms, feeling his control snap like so many dry twigs. 

"You know damn well what I want!" he hissed almost angrily. He didn't wait for her reply, but dropped his mouth on hers and kissed her. She groaned, as though she had been waiting all her life for this, and Devlin trembled. He kissed her some more, eating her up, needing a connection with her that defied his understanding.

"Babe, we can't!" He rested his forehead against hers. "Anna will be back soon!" His breathing was as ragged as hers, and he felt her push against him. He pushed back helplessly. "God, you're so sweet! I want you!"

He pulled her back into the bathroom with him and pushed her up against the inside wall. 

"Take this off, babe!" He didn't wait, but pushed her tracksuit bottom off her hips. She was naked under it, and he caught fire. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up around his hips and thrust into her, unable to wait. She threw herself around his neck to keep her balance.

"Fuck! Fuck!" 

He was uncontrolled, raw, surging into her over and over, holding her legs and pounding her back up against the wall, harder and faster, until they were both grunting with the force of his lovemaking. Beth began to keen softly, as her orgasm built, and Devlin shot into her, growling fiercely as he felt her muscles contracting around him. She would have made a sound, except for the kiss he planted on her open mouth, all the while fucking her and making them both wild with ecstasy. When they were both spent, and the urgency of their lust abated, Devlin slowly released her legs and helped her to stand. They were breathing hard, and Devlin still shook with the force of his feelings. He bent his head and kissed her, a slow, heated, wanting kiss, aware that if he didn't release her completely he wouldn't let her go, and they would be discovered. 

"Beth, honey, you have to get out now! Please! And stay away from me," he added, his heart aching at the look in her eyes. "At least until I figure out what we're going to do."

Beth stared at him, her eyes devouring him, and then she nodded, pulled her pants on and walked out of the bathroom. Devlin listened for the sound of her door closing, and then he allowed himself to sag against the door. This weekend was turning out to be pure torture for him.



The Experiment



I had always had an interest in hypnotism, but I had never really given it much thought. That was until one day my neighbor Tim was having a garage sale. Being the good neighbor that I am, I went over to see how things were going. We were chatting casually when I noticed one of the books on the table was titled The Art of Hypnosis. 

I asked, "Does it work?"

"Does it work? It sure does! Do you remember a few years ago when Tammy started putting on a little weight?" I did remember his wife gaining a few extra pounds a few years back, but she looked great now.

"Yeah, I guess I noticed," I said.

"Well," Tim replied "that's when I got the book. I read through it and then I hypnotized her to exercise every time she got bored." 

"No way! For real?" I asked.

"Seriously, that's also why she is such a neat freak around the house. Take it home and see for yourself"

"Ok, I will. Thanks a lot." I was super excited at the possibility of doing the same thing to my wife. I said goodbye and headed home to start reading. After reading the book I was amazed at how simple it sounded, and I couldn't wait to try it out on Danielle, my wife.

Being 33 and having borne three kids has had an effect on Danielle's body. It was not what it used to be when we first met. I know she is capable of losing the weight. It just seemed to be a matter of her not having the time or energy to exercise. Her extra weight was also having a negative effect on her self-image.

If she didn't read so much, and if she used that time to exercise, she could drop the extra weight with ease. So, this was my mission, I would hypnotize her to want to exercise any time she felt like reading. 

That night I put my plan into action. When my wife came home I asked her if I could try to hypnotize her just to see if I could.

Danielle replied, "You can try after the kids are in bed."

It was around nine o'clock when we sat down in the living room to begin. I carefully went through the steps outlined in the book. I had her focus on a piece of blue tape I put on the wall. "As you concentrate on the tape on the wall you will feel your eyes getting heavy. You will want to close them, but you won't," I recited. "I am going to count down from five, when I get to zero you will be in a deep trance and open to suggestion" 

"Five, four, three, two, one, zero," and with that her head dropped as she slumped in the chair. "Wow it works!" I thought. Now let's just see how well it works. 

"Danielle, from now on when you want to read you will be overcome with the desire to exercise. You will not read and you will exercise for at least one hour" I instructed her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes" she replied. I was really excited at this point. I was ready to see if she would really exercise or not. But before I took her out of hypnosis the book had suggested I give her a trigger word to put her back into a trance.

"Danielle, from now on when you here me say the word 'sleep' you will go back into a trance. Now when I snap my fingers you will wake. You will not remember being hypnotized or anything that was said," with that I snapped my fingers. Right away her eyes opened and she sat up.

"Ok" she said. "Can you try again tomorrow? I want to get ready for bed." She got up and headed to the bedroom. This was great because she always reads before bed. I would soon know if it worked. I waited about fifteen minutes and then what do you know, there she was headed downstairs to our makeshift gym. I followed her down to find her on the floor stretching.

"Working out?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a bit before bed," she said.

"Ok, well I'm going to go to SLEEP" and again she slumped over completely out of it. I didn't have any other suggestions ready so I just brought her out of it with the knowledge that I could do it anytime I pleased.

After a few days of giving my wife suggestions to improve herself, one of which was getting her to quit smoking, her younger sister, Erin, called to ask if I could help her quit smoking, too. She came over the next day. She joined me and my wife in the living room. Straight away Erin asked "So, does this really work?"

"Of course it does" I said as I looked at my wife "SLEEP" I commanded and again my wife slumped in her chair in a deep trance.

"No way" Erin said " that is too cool. OK, do me now. " I knew what she meant, but hearing her say the words 'do me' had me thinking sex. Erin is just 28 and she has a great body with perky little tits. I have had many time jacking sessions off while thinking of her. Now it was time to take it further I thought. After doing the whole routine and counting down to zero, her head dropped and she slumped in her chair, her legs relaxing a bit giving me a view of her red panties up her skirt.

After telling Erin that she would find the taste of cigarettes utterly disgusting from now on, I planted the 'sleep' trigger on her for future purposes. 

Then, I made my test move with my wife unconscious right next to me. "Erin, in a moment I will snap my fingers and you will awake with no memory of being hypnotized. You will not notice anyone else in the room and you will think you are alone. Your clothes will feel too tight and you will want to take them off." With that I snapped my fingers and she awoke but looked confused. I thought it didn't work at first but then she stood up and looked around. She began taking her clothes off. I watched joyfully as she stripped down to her black bra and red lacey thong.

"SLEEP" I commanded, standing behind her to catch her as she went back into trance. I laid Erin down on the couch next to her sister, "Danielle, strip down to your bra and panties." She quickly did as I instructed her and sat back down. "Erin, when I say 'wake' you will awaken. You will only see your sister in the room and seeing her in only her bra and panties will make you very horny. You will be so horny that you will feel as if you will explode if you don't explore her body with your tongue". If this worked I was going to have a lot of fun with my gorgeous sister. "Erin, WAKE" I watched as she looked at her sister and started rubbing her mound through her red lace panties. She then stepped closer and knelt down in front of her sister, kissing her breasts while removing her bra. Soon she was kissing and sucking on her nipples. Erin then kissed her way down to her sisters panty covered crotch, slowly removing her panties. I watched for ten minutes or so while my sister-in-law ate out my wife like a pro. Now I was horny and I had to get some of that pussy.

"Erin, SLEEP" I said. "This time when you wake you will still be horny and you will need a hard cock. You will see me and want to please me as well as allow me to please you." "WAKE" I commanded once more and she slowly started across the room to where I was. She dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning my jeans releasing my cock. I was in awe as she took my cock in her mouth; I couldn't believe this was happening. After instructing her to turn and lick her sister's pussy again, I got in behind her and started fucking her furiously from behind. I really gave her a pounding. After a good thirty minutes I blew my load deep inside her. 

I cleaned up both Erin and my wife and instructed them both to get dressed. I told them when they awoke they would both feel very satisfied but have no memory of what had happened. "Awake" I said and the sisters both came too. 

"Did it work?" Erin said. "Did you hypnotize me?"

"I did, but it will take a couple more times for the suggestion to take hold. I'll come over tomorrow after your husband leaves for work to continue our sessions."

to be continued



The Experiment



Taylor tried to claw her way out of a deep sleep. Something was wrong and she was having a great deal of difficulty gathering her awareness. Sleep weighed her down like a cloak, and she struggled to move. Exerting her will she opened her eyes but it helped little. The room she was in was dark and she could only barely make out some walls of white around her. 

Taylor began to panic when she attempted to move her arms and found herself unable. Her legs also would not obey her commands. Her fear was making her mind more and more clear and she discovered that in fact she could move her limbs but they were bound in some way, limiting her range of motion to minor adjustments.

Lifting her head she looked down at her body and saw that she was restrained in a strait jacket that was affixed to a gurney, her bare legs were strapped to the table. 

What was going on?

Thirst made her voice rough and uneven as she called out weakly.

"Hello?"

Moving her dry tongue around she attempted to moisten her mouth and gather some saliva to swallow. A meagre trickle ran down her parched throat and she tried once more to call out. 

"Hello? Is anyone there?" This time her voice made enough noise to potentially pass beyond the room she was in, but not likely. 

The walls she now saw were not only white, but had padding on them. 

Taylor appeared to be in a mental hospital.

Why? What could she remember? 

The last memories she had were of being at a rave dancing and enjoying herself. She had taken some drugs, but nothing crazy or new to her. This hangover didn't feel anything like the aftereffects of any recreational drug she had ever taken before. 

Her struggles left her exhausted and she slumped back on the small bed and took some deep breaths.

Her body was uncomfortable, achy and fatigued, but she didn't feel injured at all so that was a relief. The most discomforting thing was her extreme thirst. 

Laying on the narrow gurney she reviewed all she could remember of the party, which was a great deal up until a certain point. After dancing for hours and skipping here and there meeting new people and reconnecting with old friends she had started dancing with some men she had never seen before. They had been good looking, dressed in sexy revealing costumes, and they had been funny. She remembered laughing a lot. At some point they had all been thirsty from dancing and had gone to one of the men's van for some bottles of water. She wouldn't drink from unsealed vessels at a party. 

They had been drinking water, and Taylor was pretty sure she started kissing them both. Was anyone else there? At one point yes, but bits of memory from later in the night floated by, they had been alone. Then Taylor only remembered fragments of dreams. 

Now she was here, bound to this bed, dying of thirst. 

In the distance Taylor heard some doors open and close. Footsteps echoed down some far off space, and the click of heels on a hard surface drew closer. 

"Help!" she cried over and over. "I'm here! Help me!" 

The door of her room opened and light spilled in, then was cut off. 

"Hello?" she said, her voice sounding meek and frightened t her own ears. 

"Hello." A calm male voice said. "You will want to close your eyes a moment, I'm going to turn on some lights. " 

Taylor complied and bright light made her wince even behind her eyelids. 

"Where am I?" she asked. 

"All in good time. First let me perform a few tests to make sure you are healthy and adjusting well."

"I really need some water."

"Yes of course. One moment, please." Opening her eyes, and blinking, she became adjusted to the bright overhead lights. The man was moving around the small space doing something, and Taylor saw that he wore a doctors lab coat, surgical mask and cap. 

When he stepped away from the object he was working on she saw that he had turned on a video camera and was recording her. 

"What is that for?"

"Documentation. Now here drink this." The man held up a bottle of water with a straw in it. Taylor greedily sipped from the straw and gulped down the water, her neck straining to life her heavy head while swallowing as much as she could.

As the water filled her stomach she realized how empty it was, and how full her bladder. She had no appetite, but she could tell it had been a long time since she had eaten last. 

The doctor said, "I understand that you are going to have a lot of questions, but please do your very best to relax. I need to run some tests to make certain your body is stable before I explain anything. It would not do to have you worked up at all. So please lay back and allow me to work, then we can talk." 

Her thirst quenched Taylor decided to co-operate, she was terribly tired and had little strength to argue. 

The doctor began to move above her head out of view. The sound of clattering and sliding made her curious and when he came back into view beside her she looked over and saw that he was pulling a cart with monitors and medical equipment closer to her. He put a device on her finger and soon a steady beeping began. He took her blood pressure and looked into her eyes with a light and essentially gave her a complete once over.

Her curiosity was growing more and more acute, but she allowed him to do his job while she tried to remember how she got here. She grew thirsty once more and asked for more water. The doctor looked at her and she saw that his eyes were dark brown like her own, with a little tilt to them and an Asian look. They were not kind eyes and she looked away quickly. He seemed to be in his forties or fifties, and when he held the bottle for her once more she saw that he wore latex gloves over his delicate artist's hands. 

She drank the rest of the bottle and when she finished the doctor moved the equipment away once more. When he returned to her she saw that he carried a bed pan. Lifting her hips, he was stronger than he looked, he placed it under her bottom.

Embarrassed she looked down to see him untie a strap on the strait jacket that buckled at her stomach and ran down between her legs and up her backside. Under the strap she wore only plain white panties, and her embarrassment grew as she discovered that they were not her own underwear. What she had worn to the party were far different. 

The doctor pulled down on them and exposed her genitals to the air. Shame made her blush as she was exposed, her smooth waxed sex totally nude to his gaze. He then moved away and puttered around where she could not see him. 

The pressure in her bladder overcame her humiliation and soon she released her bladder and began to urinate into the pan, the splash and flow of her voiding echoing around the small space debasing her profoundly.

When at last she finished her lengthy pee, she was forced to lay helpless, her bottom painfully resting on the metal pan, splashed from her urine hitting the metal, her sex exposed, damp from her flow. Mortified she desperately wanted to wipe herself and cover up, but her arms were bound to her body in a hug she didn't appreciate.

The doctor returned and took a baby wipe and cleaned her buttocks and then slowly, unscrupulously he cleaned her labia of her urine, his fingers rubbing her folds with the cloth invasively. A few tears gathered in Taylor's eyes and she closed them to keep her utter humiliation to herself. 

The doctor then lifted her hips once more and removed the bedpan. She heard him pouring her urine into a container or something, the splash of it shaming her even more somehow. 

The bright lights of the room were warm and Taylor began to sweat from the heat, and the intensity of her blushing. She felt tears trickled down the sides of her face as she recalled the camera situated at the foot of the bed recording her degradation. 

Leaving her exposed the doctor pulled a chair up beside her gurney and held up a needle. Wiping a cotton ball across her skin he placed the needle against her left buttock and pierced her flesh. The sting was sharp for a moment and then became a dull ache. When he pulled the needle out, he once more wiped the cotton ball across her skin and went back to the area above her head. 

The doctor returned to his chair and leaned back looking at her face. 

"I think that should do it. You are physically fit and should soon feel much better with what I just gave you. I would very much enjoy answering your questions now."

"Who are you?"

"I am your new doctor. "

"Where am I? Why am I here?"

"Where you are is my, um... research facility would be the best term for it. Why you are here is to aid me in my research."

"What?" Taylor couldn't seem to understand what he was saying. The words made sense just not the concepts.

"I have brought you here to study you. Specifically to test the drugs I have been working on. Test subjects are so difficult to find, and certain the ones I find so... appealing... are harder still."

"I don't understand." Her voice was getting more quiet as she grew more afraid of this man.

"No, I don't suppose you do."

"What happened to me last night?"

"Last night? Why nothing at all. You just lay here sleeping." Behind his mask she could see his face lift with a smile that did not make his eyes look friendly or kind. "But I would imagine you mean what happened to you the night you were brought here. That was two days ago and on that night my staff abducted you and brought you to me. Now here you are, and in a few moments the fun will begin."

Taylor struggled once more in her bonds and he smiled down at her while she screamed for a few futile moments. 

When she gave up, both from fatigue and despondency he began to speak once more.

"I believe I can understand your trepidation, but if all goes as planned, and I have every confidence it will, you will soon feel aroused, and all that transpires after will be most enjoyable. We just have to wait for the drugs to take hold."

Taylor did feel something taking effect in her blood. She felt tingly, her body responding to whatever he had given her. She felt the familiar rush of MDMA, but much faster and more aggressive than when she took pills. Terrified she tried to fight it off, but her body betrayed her mind as she began to feel the warm opening up of sexual arousal. Usually when Taylor took MDMA, or any other street drug she felt sexy, but not overtly sexual. The love drugs were not actually sexual in nature. To her they just made her feel free, light, and more open to new sensations. This feeling was pure lust though. 

Her nipples began to ache behind the canvas of her strait jacket, her vagina was lubricating, and opening up ready for action. Even her lips felt like they were swelling and she licked them making her mouth feel lewd and needy for attention. 

"It appears that things are starting to work. How do you feel?"

Taylor moaned. 

"This is for science, please try and articulate what you are experiencing."

"Confused."

"In what way?"

"I don't want this to happen. But..." ashamed of herself Taylor felt lust through every part of her body. She ached for his touch, anyone's touch. She wanted mouths to kiss, and fingers on and in her. And it was all she could do to stop herself from begging to see his cock. 

"But?"

"I am so goddamn horny right now." She cried despairingly. "I want sex. I want it so badly."

"Ah. Perfect." The doctor leaned forward and ran a gloved finger along the groove of her sex. Taylor groaned clenching her teeth as his finger parted the lips of her pussy and ran upwards. When he touched her electric shocks ran along her nerves making her arch her body off the table and thrust her hips up to meet his digit. 

Taylor usually had a fairly healthy sexual appetite. She had had a few one night stands, booty calls and casual friends with benefits, but in general she preferred romantic sex in the confines of a loving relationship. At no time however had she ever felt this level of sexual desire. Just a finger on her pussy was bringing her close to orgasm. 

Gasping for breath she endured intense hunger for more stimulation as his finger traced the folds of her opening, teasing her with light probing. Bucking her hips up at him she was trying to position his finger over her clitoris, or get him to enter her vagina. 

All her squirming seemed to amuse the doctor. He grinned and laughed at her need and moved his finger away from her clit out of the reach of her longing slit. 

"It would appear that the serum is working. Now a few more questions." Taylor moaned her frustration. She needed to be fucked. "Would it be safe to say you would happily have sex with me right now?"

"Yesss. Oh please."

"Even though you have no idea who I am, have not even seen my face, and are aware that I have arranged for you to be kidnapped and brought here against your will?"

Squirming in her bindings Taylor tried to ignore the words he was saying. Her insatiable sexual craving was overwhelming. Taylor couldn't reconcile her body's needs with her minds horror at what was happening to her, and the maddening demands of her body were blanketing her fear.

"I don't give a shit. Please just touch me some more. Anything. "

Casually the doctor brought his hand once more to her sex. With the barest flick of his finger he brushed the hood covering her clit and she twitched violently as sensation sent electricity coursing along her nerves. Taylor's brain flooded with pleasure and she gasped loudly. 

"Now, you must focus miss. I need you to tell me in detail what you are feeling."

"Everything. I feel so much right now. So many emotions, and so much sensation."

"Tell me how your sexual organs feel?"

"Alive! Everything your finger is doing to me feels more intense than any other feeling I have ever had. It is like I never knew how to feel before. " As she spoke her words became more laboured, her breath rasping in and out as he stroked his finger up and down along the groove of her slot. "I can barely keep my eyes open. I want to concentrate on your hand on me. Can I please just cum? I want to so badly."

"What about other skin?" He took his hand from her sex and stroke along her thigh.

"I feel more than usual there too. I can handle this, but it still feels wonderful. What did you give me?"

Taylor was clenching her thighs together trying to trap his hand, attempting to have some control over what she was feeling, but he slipped out of her grip and stroked the outside of her leg where she couldn't clench. 

"I have given you an experimental new drug. I was not allowed to test it on humans, and animals can hardly describe sensation the way you can so I have continued my research beyond the reach of the scientific community." As he spoke he moved his hands to her chest and began to unbuckle the straps on her strait jacket. "There are a great many details left to work out, but in the main I am satisfied with how the serum is working thus far." He freed one of her arms and before she could attempt any measure of escape he pulled it over her head and began to buckle it to something she couldn't see. 

"I'll need you to be completely candid with me about how things feel. Without your honesty other people may suffer, so let us spare them that, shall we?" He unbuckled her other arm and twisted it above her head as well. 

"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want. "

"I have no intention of hurting you. Quite the opposite rather. I intend to pleasure you. Or actually have you pleasured." With both her arms fastened above her head the doctor then unstrapped the front of the jacket and exposed her bare breasts. 

The room was not cold, but when the air hit her nipples the contrast to the stuffy heat of the strait jacket made her sigh with delight, her sweaty breasts cooling and feeling gloriously naked. There was a streak of the exhibitionist in Taylor when she felt comfortable, and somehow this drug she was on made that aspect of her personality more heightened. 

The doctor took hold of her left breast, cupping the weight of her small firm breast and groping it. Bliss radiated out from his hand as her skin gloried in his manipulation of her tissue. She groaned and arched up to meet his hand. 

"Tell me how this feels."

"Wonderful. My nipples are really sensitive. Way more than usual, and they are usually really tender. Mmm. That feels so good."

"So once more your need to be touched outweighs the sense of violation you may feel in my abducting you and violating your person this way?"

Frowning Taylor tried to reconcile the way her body was writhing around under his hand and her utter degradation at being tied here and videotaped in such a humiliating situation. 

"Yes. I just want to cum so badly. Please let me go! I won't tell anyone about this. Just fuck me and then I'll leave. You want to fuck me don't you? Please!"

"Oh yes my sweet, I want to fuck you very, very badly. You are exactly the kind of woman I most admire physically. You are fit, well made, and absolutely adorable looking. Your breasts are exquisite, your legs perfect, and your pussy is as pretty as they come. But alas I will have to bring in other men to properly service you. A scientist must maintain some level of objectivity." With that he stood up and her body felt bereft once his probing fingers abandoned her tingling flesh. 

She heard him speak, but not to her. "We are ready for you now." Then she heard a clatter that sounded like an old style phone. 

"I am going to give you what you so badly want, and I will be documenting what you experience, so feel free to vocalise any particular feelings good or bad that you have while the experiment is carried out." The doctor moved over to the camera once more and sat on a chair just behind it. Craning her neck up as far as she could she saw that he had a small desk set up in the darkness, and a table lamp clicked on as she watched him. He opened a notebook and made some notes while she turned her gaze to the camera. 

Taylor had the distinct impression that there were many people looking at her through the lens of the camera, and in spite of the indignity of her position she felt a stirring of lecherousness squirming in her deepest recesses. Her sex felt drenched with her passion as she looked deep into the camera's lens. A wicked carnality suffused her skin and she yearned to be exposed as the wanton slut she felt like she was right now. 

Another part of her mind was aware that this was not really her, that the drugs had done this to her. That part of her mind recoiled from what she felt, and wanted no part of the shameless degenerate she was being under the influence of whatever serum this madman had given her. 

Preoccupied Taylor hadn't noticed the sound of footsteps in the hall until the door opened.

Sudden humiliation at her nudity made her whimper and attempt to shield herself from the newcomers, but she was without recourse, spread eagle on the gurney with no clothes covering her most intimate parts. Clenching her legs together hid her slit, but that was the extent of appeasing her sudden modesty that she could attain. 

Glancing over at who had arrived in spite of her mortification Taylor saw two big men in hospital scrubs enter the room and stand on either side of her bed gazing down at her nudity. Blushing furiously she bit her lip to avid begging them to touch her. Both men were big and muscular and dangerous looking. Then suddenly she recognized them from the party. These were the men she had been dancing with, and with whom she had gone back to the van with. 

Anger bloomed as she realized they were the ones that had kidnapped her. 

"Thank you gentlemen. Let us get you ready for the test, shall we?" the doctor came back to the gurney and past Taylor. The two big men grinned down at her, and one raised a fist at waist height over Taylor's vulnerable body. The other man quickly bumped his fist with the first man and they looked smugly down at her. 




The Experiment



As suddenly as the macho display happened it was over and the doctor came back with two syringes. 

"One for Mark, and one for Ron. Remember gentlemen to vocalise what you are feeling. Your doses are different so I need to know exactly what each of you is feeling at all times." The doctor administered the needles to the two men. Mark was dark and tanned with a pierced eyebrow and spiky punky hair. He looked to be twenty five or so, the same as Taylor. Ron was beefier and had dyed blond hair. He was very clearly a gym rat and was chiselled and arrogant looking. It was he who had initiated the fist bump. Taylor was embarrassed as she remembered he was the one she had first been making out with. 

This whole scenario was degrading and frightening, but in her feverish state of sexual arousal Taylor was also eager to be used by these men. She was so horny she wanted to fuck them both right now. 

"Be honest now young lady, how do you feel about these two men being here?" the doctor asked.

"I am angry because they are the ones that kidnapped me."

"Good."

"Also I am embarrassed by them seeing me naked."

"Yes..."

"But..."

"Go on."

"I want them to fuck me. I need it!" Wriggling in her restraints Taylor wished to open herself to them both, to take them both in and milk the hot cum from their muscular bodies. 

"In just a few moments they will do just that. Proceed as you will gentlemen."

Both men began to strip themselves of the pajama like clothing and revealed their sculpted bodies to Taylor's avid gaze. 

Taylor worked out a lot herself, she loved to dance at raves and hula hoop in front of crowds of people so she wanted to look good and did, and yet in spite of being a very athletic woman she had only a passing interest in men who were muscular. She preferred a little less muscle and a little more lean in men. Yet right now these big brawny guys were driving her insane with abject yearning.

When their hard cocks came into view, one on either side, her mouth filled with saliva and Taylor groaned her desire at them. Ron went to her feet and unstrapped her legs from the bed. At the same time Mark lowered his head and began to suck her nipples and play with her breasts. 

A mouth on her tits made Taylor grunt in delight. Desperate nerves at last felt the stimulation they so avidly craved. Lifting herself up to meet his flicking tongue she gasped with feverish desire.

"Can you articulate your feelings young lady?" the doctor said from the desk in the corner.

"His mouth is perfect. I can't process how fucking good it feels on my tits!"

Then Ron had her legs free and he parted them exposing the last secret part of her body to his eyes. The last tenuous grasp she had on her dignity dissolved as Ron pressed his mouth to her dripping slit and licked her folds making her cry out her relief. 

Aching nerves sent her addled brain powerful impulses of gratification and the flood of pleasure at last drowned out the small desperate voice of reason. Taylor was now a monstrously perverted animal howling her savage need for sex to the sky. 

With her thighs flung as wide as she could open them Taylor humped her cunt up at Ron's mouth as he devoured her fluids, lapping at her stinging clit driving her wild. 

Meanwhile her bound arms twisted inside the sleeves of the strait jacket frantic to get loose and help direct Mark's mouth over her breasts. His lips kissed and suckled her nipples and his tongue bathed her bosom eagerly, but she wanted to have him grope her, pinching her aching flesh. 

"Hurt me!" She cried out, "Pinch my tits bite me!" 

Thrashing under the ministrations of both men begging for more stimulation her hunger for them grew and grew.

"I need cock! Oh god please somebody give me a cock to suck or fuck!" she begged. 

Mark obliged leaving his attack on her breasts and standing over her face his hard on aimed at her panting mouth. Opening wide Taylor reached her face for him and swallowed his offered manhood into the deep of her mouth. Frantically sucking him, her head bobbing back and forth she gobbled him frenetically, spittle spilling from her lips and dribbling over her chin.

Reaching past her head Mark unstrapped her arms and at last freed her hands. Slithering out of her bindings Taylor grabbed hold of Mark's shaft with one hand and pumped his prick into her voracious mouth. With her other hand she gripped Ron's hair and ground him further down on her burning clit. 

Mark then began to hold Taylor's head with one hand and drove himself into her slavering maw, his other hand he used to maul her tender titties. He described what he felt to the doctor.

"Her mouth is amazing. Fuck this chick knows how to suck cock! And her tits feel amazing, so smooth and soft , yet firm underneath. Oh jesus!" 

She had been engaging in sex for no more than two or three minutes and already Taylor felt an orgasm approaching. Filling her face with hard cock she explored each ridge and bump of his shaft while sliding her lips over the smooth skin of him, her lust fulfilled by devouring him. 

Ron's tongue slid all around her juicy slot and his ministrations were lashing her closer and closer to her bliss. Then with a shuddering whimper she began to climax, her body juddering with overstimulation. Pulling back she took her mouth off of Mark and began to howl out her rapture. 

Still holding Mark's cock in her grip she writhed under Ron's tongue seeking escape from his tormenting tongue. Mark pressed down on her chest clutching her breasts painfully as he held her still to stop her bucking. Ron reached around her hips and held her steady as he tormented her twat with his flicking tongue. 

Struggling to escape Taylor exploded over and over with orgasmic delight her body ravished by pleasure that was painful in its intensity. 

Over and over she screamed her elation, and immediately after each climax she begged for release from her tormentors, then yet another orgasm would rip sanity from her and she would yowl her elation to the roof. 

The men were so much stronger than her that she was unable to shake them off her distressed body as they gave her more and more orgasms that she no longer wanted. Twisting any way she could she sought escape from the tongue that punished her with pleasure. Tears spilled down her face as she begged over and over for them to stop, but her voice was lost, her breath ragged from Mark pressing down on her heaving chest. 

Then her vision was filled with sparkles of light and Taylor knew she was fainting, maybe dying. Would this be how they killed her, forced to cum to death? Panic set in and she fought with all her remaining strength. It was too little and the men still held her down and Ron still lapped at her pussy evilly. 

Going limp, unable to fight any longer Taylor felt utter despair as she drifted into darkness.

Then the torment stopped and both men released her. 

Gulping air Taylor clawed her way back to sanity but before she arrived back at clarity of thought she felt her body once more spasm with clenching orgasm when suddenly her sopping pussy was filled with a huge cock. 

It felt as if she were being stuffed full by a bull as Ron wedged a monster cock inside her clenching vagina. Orgasms made her convulse with pleasure at being so utterly filled. When her mouth opened to cry out at the thrill of being so well filled Mark once more thrust his meat into her mouth and stifled her scream.

The men used her viciously. Ron aggressively pulled her body down the bed and jammed himself into her oozing snatch hammering in and out of her vulnerable opening. 

Mark did the same to her face, holding her head firmly and gagging her as he stuffed himself down her throat. Coughing and sputtering Taylor opened wide trying to accommodate the man in her mouth, but turning away when she needed to gasp in some air. 

When she did that Mark would smear his dripping cock across her face and rub himself over her cheeks. He held his cock in his hand and stoked himself and pushed his balls into her mouth. Taylor licked and suckled them hungrily inwardly stunned at her wanton behavior. 

The three of them were all behaving like depraved porn stars. They all were frantic in their actions and callously using each other. Taylor was finding the degradation more and more stimulating. This drug she was on overwhelming her sense of self-respect and driving her to greater and greater acts of vile depravity. 

The men spilled a filthy flow of words about how sexy she was, how good her body felt and how much they were enjoying fucking her. The words were meant for the doctor but Taylor felt them like strokes on her skin enticing her, driving her wild with lust.  

Lowering her mouth from Mark's testes Taylor began to lick his anus, needing to tastes the darkest part of him. Mark lifted a leg up on the gurney and spread himself for her. His asshole, tangy with his sweat, as she lapped all around the dark ring. 

As she slurped away between Mark's cheeks Ron was railing her with his huge cock. Taylor was gasping as she tongued Mark, the size of Ron driving her insane with passion. Ron was clutching her ass, having pulled it off the edge of the gurney and the whole bed was shuddering from the power of his onslaught as he pummelled her tiny body with his power. 

Legs flailing in the air as he opened her up wider, seeking even deeper penetration Taylor was soon quivering with yet another approaching orgasm. Moving her mouth back to Mark's balls she bathed them with her drool and sucked his sack avidly. 

Torn, Taylor wanted to be bathed in sperm, drinking as much as she could, and yet she never wanted this incredible sex to end. Being so thoroughly filled and manhandled was thrilling. Never had she felt so alive, so desired, and so deliciously debauched.  

Suddenly Ron pulled his schlong out of her, and she cried out at his absence from her body. He began to twist her around on the bed, and his strength gave her little choice but to move where he wanted her. Moving her mouth off of Mark Taylor was forced over on her knees on the gurney, her legs spread wide, her ass and cunt lewdly aimed at the camera. Trying not to think about that vision of herself Taylor found her view once more filled with Mark's cock and she opened up and took it into her mouth as Ron speared her once more from behind.

Far from stopping the rushing climax from approaching, as soon as she was once more full at both ends with pulsing boners Taylor began to shudder with suppressed bliss. 

Ron held one of her hips and was using it to pull her back onto his hugeness, the other hand groped under her and found one breast. Grabbing it painfully he used it to as a handhold to pull her powerfully back as he slammed into her from behind. 

His rough treatment, so unlike any man she had been with before, was driving her into a hedonistic frenzy. Opening her mouth wider still she took all that Mark could cram into her face and grunted her need for more. Unable to use a hand to hold Mark any longer, having to support her weight as Ron plunged ever more intensely into her quivering core, Taylor just passively opened her throat to him and allowed him to use her face the way Ron used her cunt. 

Both men hammered her at both ends, her body merely a vessel for their cocks. Suppressing her fear of choking on Mark, Taylor gasped for air when he pulled out and accepted him deeply when he forged inward. Tears dripped from her eyes, and slobber rained from her slack jaw, dribbling down her face and neck to coat her in the stain of her degradation. 

Thinking about how thoroughly abased she was being, how utterly humiliated by their behavior and her own Taylor shuddered with revulsion. Even as she gulped a strangers cock eagerly, while being driven to sordid levels of carnal lechery, Taylor felt the rush of an orgasm that threated to unhinge her mind and push her far into the rapacious world of hedonism. 

Taylor didn't know if she could handle being a total slut like this.

She didn't know if she could ever stop looking to feel this good. 

Then it was upon her, this unspeakably powerful orgasm. Pulling back from Mark Taylor began a long low yowl that seem to come from an hidden depth of her being that she had never known existed before. The yowl grew louder and her entire body went utterly still as all resources were rapidly rewired to open direct conduits from her brain to her cunt. 

Ron continued to drive himself into her and Mark smeared his glossy saliva coated prick all around her face while her mind was torn open by electronic pulses of pleasure. 

Time had no meaning, her body ceased to confine her intellect. Her name was no longer needed as pure bliss spread across her being and sent her beyond the physical world and out into... nothing. Dimly she was aware of a pleasant burning sensation where something was still filling her old self with warm hard incitement, impelling her further along this road of escape. 

It was escape. Part of her being was aware that even though this was wonderful what was happening to her, it was also not something she had looked for. She had not asked this to happen, and she was ashamed to be feeling this good about it. 

Yet she did feel good. Slowly she regained a sense of who she was, and this person was experiencing a profound violation even as she was consumed by desire and ecstasy. 

Betrayed so deeply by her own body Taylor began to weep when she was once more aware of the horrible abuse she was taking. When she could sort out what was happening to her she discovered that again she was being used by both men at either end, her mouth again full of Mark and her most intimate depths being plumbed by Ron's massive wang. 

Trembling with the aftershocks of an astonishingly powerful orgasm Taylor was faced with the despairing concept that she was completely enraptured by this brutal exploitation. In spite of all the shame of it, and the anger, her body was still in bliss. 

Then the worst moment so far began. Ron began to spill his sperm into her twitching vagina. Warm wetness oozed out of him into her and her body revelled in it. Clenching spasmodically Taylor had a short series of mini-orgasms that contracted her whole body in arrhythmic pulses. 

Ron bellowed like a bull as he triumphed over her, filling her with the proof of his domination of her. His grip on both her buttocks was bruising and she whimpered under the assault, even as her pussy gloried in milking him of every drop. 

When Ron was finished depositing his load into her slit, he pulled out making her body desperate to have him return. Ron moved to the front and said "Switch." To Mark, who then pulled out of her mouth and went to the rear of the bed. 

Glancing up at Ron, but not wanting to, she saw his feverish gloating gaze, smug with his power over her. He grinned down at her and pushed his dewy penis onto her lips, smearing his sperm and her musky juices over her. Of its own violation her tongue darted out and licked his cockhead. As her lips parted Ron shoved himself into the opening and Taylor opened up unwillingly, and he forced himself deep into her mouth.

Ron was significantly bigger than Mark and Taylor could in no way take him to her throat. His knob of flesh filled her face and she gagged when he tried to go further. Meanwhile Mark entered her from behind and the loose sloppy pit of her opening contracted around him seeking the same stimulation Ron had given. 

Unwittingly Taylor began to bathe the stain of her juice from Ron, and her mouth seemed to be grateful for what this prick had done to her body, worshipping the shaft of smooth flesh, abasing her even more before him. 

Unable to take much of him in her mouth Taylor was forced to lift a hand and hold him still while she dropped him from her mouth and lapped at every inch of him with her tongue. His huge cock smeared her juices over her cheek as she licked and suckled him like a harlot, desperate to praise this tube of meat for taking her to places of pleasure she had never known. If the doctor had not given her this drug she would now be trying to bite, and rend this abusive beast of a cock, but the drugs pushed her to deeper, darker sexual places, and here she idolized this cock exultantly. 

Although Mark was smaller, he was still a big man, and his cock was now pushing her closer to yet another orgasm. In part it was being allowed to anoint Ron with her spittle, but more of it was Mark filling her desperate slot and rubbing her tender clit. 

The all at once Ron shuddered and pulled his glorious tool away from her exalting mouth, she was driving him crazy in his highly sensitive post orgasmic state. 

Taylor let her head fall to the bed, she was exhausted, having not eaten in who knows how long, and the incredibly active sex was pushing her beyond herself. Trembling with weariness, sexual elation, and fear, Taylor accepted Mark's merciless onslaught on her sex with shuddering delight. Her mind a maelstrom of emotions continually sweeping hither and yon, thanks to the drugs, she quaked with unclean physical need. 

More. Her body wanted more. 

Moments passed and Taylor saw that Ron was slumped in a corner watching them, that incredible cock curled in his lap, still somewhat erect. Then abruptly Mark pulled out of her and rushed to the other end. Pulling her head up by the hair he forced himself into her mouth leaving yet more smears of her juices across her soft cheek. 

Pushing himself into her mouth he pumped his shaft and she opened for him anticipating what was to come next. 

Soon a spurt of warm cum splashed over her writhing tongue, and then Mark pulled out and began to spray her face with his sticky jism. His hand was a blur as he jerked himself over her upturned face. Taylor's tongue went out to catch his precious fluid as gobbets of spunk cascaded over her features. 

An orgasm began to shatter her tenuous hold on reality and once more Taylor was aloft on a spiral of images and sensations unlike any she had felt before this day. 

This journey was shorter and less intense, but still far beyond her previous self, when she returned her body was bathed in sweat and shivering with withdrawal from pure bliss. 

The men were dressing and the doctor was moving the camera off the tripod. 

Moving in close the doctor held the camera up to her face, fatigued Taylor didn't move. Why hide her shame now after all the camera had already captured? As he zoomed in on her face she used her hand to pull hair out of her eyes and licked her lips. Tasting sperm she shuddered with returning desire. 

Imagining what she looked like mortified Taylor; her hair tussled, her skin flushed from many powerful orgasms, sweat gluing her hair to her forehead and cheeks, slobber coating the whole lower half of her face, and the drizzle of sperm trickling over her features. Taylor felt and no doubt looked like a filthy whore and she hated it, even while being aroused enough not to bother covering up. 

"Tell me how you are feeling."

"Humiliated? Satisfied." She sighed. "Still horny. Wonderful."

"Good. Very good. Let us hear how the drugs feel at first."

Taylor spoke of the tingling in her vagina and clitoris and how her skin had become more and more sensitive. She told the camera how her mind had dissolved when she had her orgasms. On and on he questioned her as he filmed her degradation, zooming in on her abused pussy, spreading her lips to show Ron's leaking jism, and her swollen redness. He tweaked her nipples and asked how sensitive they were. 

Eventually he gave the camera to Ron and the doctor began to examine her, checking her pupils, her lungs, her heart rate and blood pressure. He took blood and did other tests she didn't understand. 





The Experiment



If Taylor thought being fucked on camera was demeaning, being examined medically on camera was far worse. She was still suffering from the effects of the drug so every touch was arousing, every caress maddening, and when her slippery slot was prodded and explored she had to supress yet another climax she was so sensitive. 

When he was done with her the doctor took back the camera and the men placed her back in the strait jacket. Taylor protested, but was too weak to fight. The men were still aroused as well and they made as much a production of stuffing her limbs back in the bindings as they could. Rubbing her breasts and jamming fingers in her cunt and generally groping her. 

In a few moments she was once more bound to the gurney hugging herself in the strait jacket, helpless to move while her body was enflamed by her tormentors hands. 

"Well that will do for now. I'll leave you miss, but I will send the men here back with some nourishment for you as soon as I run some tests on them. Thank you for your candor today. It is all in the name of science."

Frustration made Taylor refuse to beg. She needed more sex, and food, and answers to her questions. None of which were forthcoming. 

The lights were turned off and the door closed behind them leaving her in darkness. Alone. 

Immediately after the door closed Taylor wanted them to come back. Her skin was tingling with need for stimulation and she could hardly stand being bound. Feeling panicky she took deep breathes and tried to calm herself. 

Taylor had tried drugs enough times to understand what her body was going through, so aside from the terrifying fact that she was a prisoner to these strange people she knew that the drugs were going to eventually leave her body and that she would not lose her mind if she simply allowed herself to feel what she felt. No point in fighting her own mind and body.

Each breath brought a measure of calm to her. They would come back for her. The doctor had said so. And why would they let her die alone in the dark when they clearly wanted more out of her. 

Feeling less claustrophobic Taylor was able to process what was happening more readily. 

The feverish desire she felt in her body was still rampaging through her, but with her mind less chaotic she could ride the wave and enjoy how she felt more. Her pussy tingled from the powerful fucking she had just received, her mouth still full of the taste of sperm, and the fluids still dribbled down her face filling her nose with the intoxicating odour of sex. 

In this state even her extreme hunger felt sexual to her beleaguered body. 

Taylor realized that the strap of the strait jacket was rubbing her sex, and with minor hip thrusts she could tease her clit with the rough cloth. Subtly masturbating she felt desire building even more in her passion wracked body. 

Wriggling her arms she could brush the course material covering her body over her breasts, making her nipples tingle with pleasure. In such a highly aroused state this was all Taylor needed and soon she was gasping with the power of an onrushing orgasm. 

Bucking and straining in her bonds Taylor drove herself onward over the precipice and plunged into the kaleidoscopic landscape of her drug induced orgasm. Crying out with the extremity of her lust Taylor felt explosions of heat from between her legs and scintillating across her skin. Barely having to move at all she came again and again from the meagre stimulation the strait jacket provided her.

Then, even as she stopped moving and grew still in the afterglow of bliss she heard approaching footsteps. 

Voices murmured, echoing in the space outside her room. Then the door opened and light speared her eyes. 

Clenching them shut against the brightness she listened as the men returned and lit the room once more with the bright overhead lights. 

"He left though. " She thought Ron said. "He will be gone for hours. This is the perfect chance."

"What if she tells him?" Mark asked.

Taylor felt her face gripped roughly, and she opened her eyes, gasping at the strange pleasure her body took in the aggressive handling.

When Ron saw that she was looking at him he said to her and Mark both. "Little miss thing won't say nothing, will you sweetheart? We're the ones that fuck you. He sure as hell can't, so if you like what we do, and I know you fucking love it, you will keep your filthy mouth shut about what we are about to do."

"What is happening?" she asked.

"Well," Ron said. "The doc left us in charge, and with this shit in our veins we still need action. You do too if you feel half of what I feel. So we're gonna have some more fun while the doc is otherwise engaged. How does that sound?" 

Taylor's only answer was a soft moan and a shudder as her body betrayed her once again. Her need for more sex mortified her, but she couldn't voice a denial. Not when her face flushed with pleasure at the thought of more sex with these two handsome men. 

"Alright." Mark said. "but I wanna film it."

"Cool."

"I saw him put extra memory cards around here someplace." Mark began to rummage around the desk by the camera while Ron began to unstrap Taylor. 

"We are gonna fuck the living shit out of you little girl. " Ron whispered ominously. Even as his fingers began to release her she felt a surge of bestial longing in her empty cunt. The shame of her desires filled her with self-loathing, but she panted to be released. 

"Got it!" Mark crowed and he began to fiddle with the camera. 

Ron groped Taylor's body as he revealed more of her flesh to his leering gaze. When at least she was once more completely nude she clawed at him trying to clutch his hard cock through his loose pants.

"Recording" Mark said and joined them, stripping his clothes off and moving to the far side of the gurney from Ron. 

Violently Ron spun Taylor so that she was facing his cock, the as she pulled down his pants and took his big tool into her mouth Mark spread her wide on her side and lifted a leg up over his shoulder parting her legs lewdly and showing her sopping juncture to the camera. 

Awkwardly displayed, her body twisted like a gymnast by the men Taylor was in heaven as she was finally filled once more with both cocks. 

The two men used her mercilessly, each pounding themselves into her frantically, impelled by a drug induced need the same as she. The three of them grunted and bucked, humping away like frenzied animals. The men clawed her enflamed flesh, seemingly trying to devour her with their palms. Each grope gave her relief from the ache of her need to be stimulated. 

Then as she was getting into the rhythm of their driving thrusts Ron pulled out of her drooling mouth and said "Switch spots." Mark withdrew his cock from her steaming slit and they both manhandled her around on the bed until she faced the opposite way and was hanging with her head off the bed, her legs spread around Ron and her chest exposed to their hands and mouths. 

Ron wedged himself into her slippery canal as Mark fed his pole into her slavering maw. Once more the blistering pace was resumed as the men powered into her openings, clawing her breasts as they did so. 

Within moments of this treatment Taylor exploded in yet another climax, her body so overwrought that she convulsed with clamorous urgency, her hungry vagina thirsty for more cum. Her hands sought ways to bring Ron to climax, clawing at his powerful arms, gripping his buttocks, or reaching for his dangling testes, but both men enjoyed holding her arms away from them, pinning her to the bed helplessly. 

On and on her climax extended, her mind torn apart with lust and pleasure. More and more the men twisted her this way and that, filling her with meat, and pushing her body to the brink of pleasure and beyond. The throbbing of her clit was a bell tolling over and over in her body driving her insane with the clamour. Each orgasm seemed to make her need more in a spiralling ascent that she feared would have no end. 

How much could one body endure? 

Then after what seemed like an eternity Mark pulled out of her clasping quim and began to spray his juice across her stomach. At the first splash of his jism Taylor felt a spasm in her guts and she arched back having the strangest climax of her life. Her very skin seemed to be cumming, sweat broke out of every pour and she could feel her flesh rippling where his spunk jetted over her. 

Letting her head drop she pushed Ron out of her face as she screamed with fear and culmination, her lust breaking over her like a wave and fluid spurting out of her contracting pussy. 

More drops rained down over her convulsing form as Ron also showered her with semen. The men were yelling and jacking off over her as she twitched ecstatically with each drip of their seed on her frighteningly sensitive skin. 

They collapsed to the floor around her as her orgasm raged on and on. 

Then after what seemed an eternity she regained her composure and at last felt like a human being once more. 

Cooling sweat and sperm chilled her in the dank air as she tried to curl her abused body in onto the full support of the bed. Her agonized movements seemed to rouse the men as well. The each stood up, seemingly as dazed and groggy as she felt.

Taylor was immensely satisfied sexually, and equally horrified psychologically. 

Coated in the excretions of her efforts and the result of the men's pleasure she felt excoriating shame. Every drip of sweat, or saliva bore witness to her humiliating behavior, and the sting of their sperm on her told of her utter defilement. 

And Mark had filmed it all. He went to the camera now and removed the memory card he had placed in earlier and put it in his pants as he dressed. Her greatest fear was that at some point in the future this would become public and she would never live down the shame of her actions. No one would be able to believe she had been unwilling if they saw that video. 

Both men were now dressed, and she could see how shaky and spent they were. She felt even weaker having not eaten for who knew how long. Ron tossed a water bottle on the gurney and she looked up at him.

"I'll be back in a few minutes with some food." He looked at her deeply for a few moments, and Taylor felt sordid under his gaze. She curled up on the bed, her arms covering herself as best she could, but it was so far beyond too late for that she didn't know why she bothered. She glanced up at his face and saw that he wanted to speak, but stopped himself.

Taylor saw sobriety in his eyes, and realized that she too was losing the feeling of the drug in her blood. She felt calmer and more herself than she had in what seemed like forever. She was still glowing and tingling from the sex and the incredible orgasms, but clarity gave her the mental power to control her needs. 

The two men left her unstrapped, but she did hear a lock slide on the door after they left. 

Taylor drank deeply from the bottle and then used some of the left over water to clean herself of the stain of her actions. Pouring it into her cupped hand she did what she could to wipe the cum from her body and face. Smearing it around over her skin got her feeling horny once more, but she was able to withstand the temptation to masturbate and soon she was out of water and measurably cleaner. 

Hopping off the bed she collapsed onto the floor, her legs too rubbery to hold her. Using the bed as a brace she stood and gathered her frayed wits. 

Taking stock she saw tables of equipment pushed against the padded walls. There was a case of water bottles on one table, along with vials of fluid and packets of syringes. There was a rolling table covered in various medical devices ranging from blood pressure cuff, to ear and eye examination tools, to things she could not identify. 

At the other end of the room was the camera and tripod, and the doctors desk covered in papers and booklets. 

Taylor went to the desk and flopped onto the folding chair. Nothing here seemed permanent, everything easily moved and small enough to carry. 

Picking up a booklet Taylor began to read, searching for some answers to her predicament. 

A slamming door in the distance broke the spell the words in the book had put her in. not much time had passed, she had read no more than a few pages, but it was enough to terrify her and make her head spin at what was happening here in this strange prison. 

She crawled up in the bed, on shaking legs, now quaking with fear as much as the aftereffects of the series of cataclysmic orgasms. Curling up fetally and covering her top with the strait jacket Taylor hugged herself with fear as footsteps came closer. 

When Ron came in the smell of hot food made her salivate. He didn't appear to be concerned about what she had been doing in here alone, and he sat on the chair she had recently vacated seemingly unperturbed. 

Standing Taylor went to the table where he placed the food and knelt in front of it, the strait jacket draped over her like a cape. 

He had warmed up a T.V. dinner type meal of turkey, potatoes and a vegetable medley. It was gross, frozen in the middle and too hot on the outside, but she ate it quickly, her hunger making her impatient.

Taylor could feel Ron's eyes on her as she ate, and the things she had learned in the booklet came to mind in rush.

The notes had been written by the doctor and detailed how he had been seeking a way to reverse impotence in men, and to raise sexual desire in everyone. The pages she had read told of the experiments he had done on another woman. Taylor had read five or six entries in her trial of the drugs and it would appear that Ron and Mark had both been using her as well. The details were clinical and horrifying in detail and the callus emotional distance the doctor had maintained throughout this other woman's defilement. 

This other woman was not named in the entries Taylor had read, but her mental breakdown was detailed completely, with a disappointed medical tone. She had gone mad and the doctor had wished she were stronger. 

What had happened to her? Where was she now? How long did it take to go mad in here being experimented on and sexually abused so thoroughly? 

Taylor feared it wouldn't take long. 

She finished eating, the food a dull weight in her stomach, and throat. Then she drank some more water and turned to Ron. He was sitting staring at her with a dull look, clearly as exhausted as she felt. 

"Done?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Get on the bed."

Sudden fear clawed at her belly, and she almost threw up what she had eaten worried that he was going to fuck her once more. But he looked too tired for that. Forcing herself to relax she stood and went to the bed. Lying down on it she moved the jacket to cover her chest and sex.

Appearing amused at her modesty Ron took the jacket from her slowly, stripping her and making her acquiesce to it. When he had the jacket he opened it and offered her and arm. Reluctantly Taylor allowed him to dress her in the confining bondage gear and shuddered as he strapped her around the bottom, the course material rough on her abused pussy.

At last she was firmly tied to the bed and helpless. That she had not resisted this confinement made her want to weep, but she knew she was in no state to wrestle this big man. 

When he left her alone once more she began to cry quietly, her abasement complete as she was left like a sex toy in the cupboard of this padded room. 

The next day the doctor returned and began a barrage of tests on her. She was given a banana to eat the bed pan to use and then the doctor took her pan and removed her waste and packed it into bags for later study. 

He examined every part of her, her skin, her muscles her blood, saliva, ears eyes, nose, mouth. Then he prodded around in her vagina, her mouth and her anus. Using calipers he measured her various openings, he pinched and measured her nipples and how they reacted to stimuli. Hours went by and he ran more and more tests on her.

Taylor grew bored, her fear smothered by the numbing humiliation she felt. The entire time the doctor asked her questions about how she felt when he did this, or that, or this? She answered just to get it over with and he seemed more or less satisfied with her responses. 

After several hours the doctor called for Ron, who arrived moments later. The big man looked tired and unfocused, worse than Taylor felt, and she was relieved. Taylor was in no shape to endure a repeat of yesterday's sex. 

Ron came bearing a tray with lunch for both Taylor and the doctor. With the big man in the room the doctor ordered Taylor released from her bonds. Taking his time and touching her intimately Ron unstrapped her and removed the strait jacket leaving her naked and vulnerable, his fingers grazing her intimate parts as he worked.

Then Taylor began to eat, her appetite not great, but her body insisting she feed it something. 

The video camera had been running the whole time, and the doctor measured how much she ate as well and how much fluid she drank. 

With lunch done Taylor was then required to perform some physical tests involving balance and strength. Moving around the space surrounding the gurney she moved as told, and the doctor assessed her gait, her mobility and flexibility both passively, having Ron move her limbs for her, and then the same movements without any assistance. 

Soon Taylor ceased to feel her nudity, so long had she been exposed to both men. Under the blazing lights and revealed to the camera she no longer felt the sting of shame as her body was ogled by the men and recorded by the machine.

"There, we are almost done for the day. You have done very well my dear. Very well indeed. You are in excellent health, and do not appear to be suffering physically at all. I am aware of your mental anguish, and it is regretful, and understandable. Now however I must impose yet more mental distress upon you. But it will give me a much clearer picture of how the serum is affecting you. "

With that he asked her to sit on the gurney and he attached several electrodes to her body. Four around her heart. Two per nipple, the finger monitors on her hands, electrodes on her palms and the soles of her feet, and then sordidly he placed several around her labia, and one balloon like device was inserted into her vagina. He then inflated this horrible apparatus and Taylor felt filled by the balloon. 

The doctor placed electrodes on Ron in the same places he had Taylor, excepting the shaft of his cock which was left bare "Now on your knees if you will." Taylor knelt, having grown completely adjusted to obeying his orders. "I require you to fellate Ron. I am studying both of your responses to the serum." 

Taylor was nauseated by the fact that her body was tingling at the idea of sucking Ron's gorgeous cock. Already Taylor could feel her body betraying her with sexual awakening, and even her brain was intrigued by the idea of once more servicing that member. Did Taylor no longer have any shame?

When the doctor was ready and Ron already hard with the idea of being blown Taylor was mortified at how willingly she opened her mouth to accept that massive prick and begin to suckle it. The doctor moved in with the camera and captured every vulgar moment as Taylor lapped at his testicles, and slobbered over his spongy head. 

Using her hands to pump the thick shaft Taylor grew passionate as she slurped around the purple tip of Ron's astounding cock. Already she could tell that her reaction was not like her reaction would have been before being kidnapped. Taylor enjoyed sucking cock as much as the next person, but it had never given her this much pleasure, and certainly not is such horrifying circumstances. This time however, and some credit could be given to Ron and his impressive meat, this time Taylor was feverish with lust. Eager to tastes his jism, she pumped him and kneaded him and licked his smooth skin tasting him and loving it. 




The Experiment



This is another story of the antics of Heather and Tom.

If you liked this please read the other Heather and Tom stories:

Decency Broken
Trip to the Dentist
Return to the Dentist

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"Have you ever thought about BDSM stuff Tom?"

Here I was, just sitting watching TV relaxing and Heather just walks in and without any introduction to the topic just drops this question. "Huh?" I say all intelligent like. My mind does not like going from zero to 60 like that. It takes a little while for my mind to actually adjust to these out of the blue questions that I get from her sometimes. 

Heather comes and sits her five foot four inch sexy frame down on the couch next to me. "Have you ever thought about BDSM stuff Tom? You know, bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism. Have you ever thought about experimenting with it?" she asks as she leans back and crosses her legs. 

I sit back and look at her trying to decide if this is just an idol chat or something else. "Well you don't think that what we do counts? I thought that the tying you to the bed, taking control of you, and being all forceful with you counts as BDSM?" I answer her. I am still not quite sure where this is going.

"Well it does Tom, but that's not quite what I am talking about. Never mind Tom... forget I said anything," she says rather dismissively.

I hate it when she does this. Sometimes she just does not have the courage to continue on even after everything we have done. I always seem to be the one who has to encourage her to share a fantasy or be more assertive about what she wants. It is difficult sometimes to know what is just an idol thought verses something that is really a fantasy. "No come on Heather, just where did this come from? It did not just come out of the blue."

She fidgets a little as she starts to speak, "Well you know my friend Beatriz? Well we were talking the other day about her new boy friend and about how he is into BDSM. She started to tell me about some of the things that he has her do and how excited it seems to make her feel. I thought it was a bit odd at first, but it did excite me a bit thinking about it too. And you know I have read about it in some of my romance books too. Then Jes and I have talked about it a little too. So I just wondered if you have ever thought about it." She then picks up a book and begins to read it not catching my eye. 

She is not shy about sex, quite the opposite, but she does sometimes just seem to be at a loss for words or afraid to share some of her thoughts with me fearing how I might judge her. I never do judge her and every time that I can think of I have accepted her thoughts and then, being a guy, made them even dirtier. Guys are just like that I guess. Must a in our genes.

"So do you mean chains, whips, leather collars, having you beg, all of that?" I ask her. I think I know where she is going, but in truth I really don't know how I feel about it. Sure I have tied her to the bed posts, have had pretty rough sex with her, and an occasional swat at her ass. Hell when we met I practically forced myself on her, but actually cause pain, actually force her into submission. This will need some thinking about. It is not something that I am generally into, but... already I am seeing things form and twist in my mind. Yup...must be in the genes. 

"Well I don't know about all of that, but you know... maybe just more, or maybe harder than we do. I don't know, kind of like real BDSM," she says from behind her book. 

I scoot over next to her and put my hand on her thigh and begin to slowly stroke it. "You mean doing something beyond the comfort zone we have established don't you. Maybe try something that either you or me are afraid to do or something we would never really do beyond the world of sexual fantasy. Something harder and darker. Is that what you want to try?" I slowly pull her legs apart. My mind seemed to have settled on something; an idea; an experiment. Something that neither of us would never normally do. 

She sets the book down, and just look at me, her face a little flushed. "Yes... I think I would."

I look deep into her brown eyes and say in a quite voice, "Do you want to try something now?" My hand goes up to her panties and start to rub her.

She just nods her head. I pull my hand back, pull the dress back down, and then stand up. "OK Heather. I have an idea to start off with. You have to follow whatever I say. If you do not, then you will receive a punishment." I put a finger under her chin and raise her head up so that she can look me in the eye. "Do you still want to do this?" 

Again just a nod of her head acknowledges me. 

"OK then. Follow me into the bedroom Heather." I turn and walk off. For some reason, I am more excited then I had been in a long time. I am rock hard, so wanting just rip off her clothes, but I also so want to do this. Not just for her, but for me too. Without turning around I walk to the bedroom. I get there and turn around and see Heather walking towards me. I just sort of shake my head a little. "That is one punishment for you. Next time I tell you to do something you do it faster. OK?" I tell Heather as she comes into the room. 

Again she nods her head in acknowledgement. I just shake my head again. "That is another punishment Heather. When you answer me it is a 'Yes sir', or 'No sir'. Do you understand?"

She starts to nod her head again and then she spoke up, "Yes sir."

I step up and give her a little kiss on the cheek. "Good Heather. Now stay right where you are and undress for me. Remember when I ask you to do something you do it quickly unless I say other wise OK?" 

She begins to quickly take off her shirt then stops and says, "Yes sir." There is a tone to her voice, a almost quiver of amusement or excitement. I just nod my head and she continues to quickly undress. In just a few seconds she is undressed standing there just inside the doorway. 

I walk over to her, "Now just stand there." She quickly stands upright and puts her hands to her sides. I reach out and slide my hand around her body as I walk around her. My fingertips brush her nipples, I can hear her breath quicken and can see her chest move quicker. I then walk over to her dresser and take out her silk scarves and set them on the bed. She is still standing there when I turn back around. For some reason I am really getting into this, the excitement is equal to or perhaps even more then the rough sex just different; taking her by force is primal, this is more erotic. I sit down on the edge of the bed next to the scarves. "Heather, come here." She quickly walks over to me and stands in front of me. "Are you ready for your punishment Heather?" I ask. 

She waits to answer. I suddenly start to see a little apprehension touch her face. "Heather, that is three now. Perhaps I need to say this first. Like in all our other rough play if you say our safe word things stop. So, are you ready for your punishment and answer this time." 

"No sir. Please don't. I did not know the rules. I do now. I will be good," she pleads with me. Again this is new territory for us so I don't know just what to do. I would never do anything to hurt Heather. She knows that right? So is this just acting or is this for real. I look up at her, I see her flushed cheeks, her quick breath, but it is in her eyes that I base my decision on. Those eyes that have never been able to hide what she really want. Even if her mouth says one thing the truth is always in those eyes. In those brown eyes I see that she is excited, nervous, but unafraid.

"No Heather. I told you that you would be punished and so you will be." I stand up and walk around her again. This time my hand reaches down and rubs her pussy. My finger slides over her clit and then it is gone again. "You will stand there just like that Heather and I will continue to tease you, not enough to make you cum, not even enough to really even excite you that much; just enough to bother you, and to create an itch that I will not let you scratch. Only when you tell me you are ready for your punishment will we continue." I bend down and rub her breasts. I go up to her ear and whisper to her, "And if you touch yourself or run away or cover yourself in anyway you will be punished immediately. Do you understand?" I then licked the lobe of her ear.

"Yes sir." She says. "What is my punishment going to be sir and what happens if I out last you sir?" She asks with a little smirk. I can see that I was right to try this game first. She has never been one to submit to me totally. Even when I have dominated her by force she always puts up a fight to some degree. That is what makes it that much more exciting. And that is why her not just caving in now and putting up a bit of resistance is just making this more exciting for me as well.

For my answer I slowly drag my hand down, over her breasts, around her hips, and then caress her butt. SLAP! She lets out a yip and then goes to cover her ass cheek and grab her hand and spank her again hard. "Now stop that Heather. I don't like to hurt you." My hand starts to caress her ass again. I can feel her tense up like she is expecting another blow. "The punishment is what I deem appropriate Heather. You smarting back to me required a hard slap to your ass so that you see there are real punishments here. And as for out lasting me, well it will only be your loss in the long run." I feel her slowly start to relax again and I walk back around, put one hand to her chin and the other to her breast. "So do you want your punishments now Heather?"

This time I see her nod and then before I can correct her she says, "Yes sir."

I smile grab her head and begin to kiss her deeply. My tongue passes through her lips and brushes up against her teeth. Then I back up again leaving her leaning forward wanting more of the kiss. "Your first punishment Heather is for you to crawl over to the dresser grab your favorite toy and then climb up onto the bed and set it down with the scarves." The look of surprise in Heather's face was incredible. I am sure that she thought that she was going to get spanked again and this was the last thing in her mind. To her credit though, she got over her surprise, quickly got on her hands and knees and did exactly what I told her. It was exciting to see her do this and have that nice ass wiggle back and forth. As she placed the toy with the scarves she looked up at me expectantly; almost like she was looking for some reward for doing this. My cock jumped looking at her.

I just smiled at her and nodded my head. "See Heather, I am not mean. Not all punishments will be bad. In fact, I think you will come to enjoy them. For the next punishment you have coming to you, I want you to tie your legs together tightly. Make it tight so that you cannot get away. Then hold your arms out so I can bind them. I pickup her toy and trace it over her body while she works at tying her ankles together. I see her trying to get the knots tight trying to please me. It is odd that I feel even more excited knowing that she is doing this to herself. I did not ask her, did not force her, just tell her and it is done. As soon she is done she hold up her hands to me. I ignore her hands and check the knot. She really did a good job and so then I pick up a scarf, slide it over her body and up her arms. I begin to tie her hands together at the wrist. 

I reach down pickup her toy, walk over to a straight back chair against the wall, and take a seat in it. "It is time for your last punishment you have coming to you. Come here and lie across my lap Heather face down." I see her hesitation for just a second and then she again try to carry out my wish. It is not as easy as it sounded and I smile and get an odd sense of enjoyment watching her try to wiggle around, hop, and try to get to a position where she could get on my lap. I know that she is struggling with this simple task, but I do not reach out a hand to help her. Finally she gets over and lies down on my lap with her ass in the air. 

I take the vibrator turn it on and begin to rub it over her ass and down her pussy. I hear her start to moan. "Good Heather, you are so dirty for wanting me to do this to you aren't you?" She does not answer immediately. SLAP! The vibrator continues to hum against her pussy.

"Ow, no don't spank me please." She begs. I take my hand to her other cheek and delivers another hard slap. 

"Why not you dirty girl this is what you want right? Now answer me. Are you a dirty girl for wanting this?" SLAP!

"YES! YES I am a dirty girl."

SLAP! "Yes what Heather?" I can feel the vibrator starting to slide easily up and down her pussy and know how wet she is getting. My hand starts to caress her other cheek. 

"YES Sir! I am a dirty girl." 

With that I take the tip of the vibrator and push it between her lips and penetrate her pussy. "You like it when I spank you don't you Heather?" 

"No. Please just fuck me. Please stop sir," she begs. 

Suddenly a flash of what I am doing passes through my mind. How in the hell did I get to this point? I was just going to try a little submission, have her tie herself up, and then fuck the shit out of her. Suddenly I feel so perverse doing this, but perhaps even more disturbing is how much I am enjoying this and how excited I am by doing this to Heather. And odd enough, I can tell by how wet she is that she seems to be too. All of this flash in my mind in a split second. She knows what to say to stop this. So, what is a man to do but to carry on. I raise my hand, cupping it, and bring it down harder to her ass this time. SLAP! This does raise a loud yelp from her. "Don't lie to me Heather. I can tell how much you like this by how wet your pussy is." I pull the toy out and then rub the juices over her slightly pink ass. "Do you feel how wet you are? So now tell me the truth. Do you like it when I spank you?" I put the toy back into her pussy. Then bring my hand down hard again on the other cheek. SLAP!

"Ohhh... yes sir I like to be spanked. Please fuck me sir I really want to cum." She says between her hard breaths.

"You want me to fuck you huh. You want to cum? What about me you selfish thing? Don't you think I want to cum? Do you want me to cum for you as well?" SLAP!!!

"YES sir! I want you to cum for me too. Please sir fuck me now."

I pull the toy out, pick her up, and carry her to the bed. I then reach down and unbutton my pants and then pull out my dick. "I like the way you asked me Heather. You are lucky Heather that this is what I want to do to you as well." I grab her tied up legs and pull them to my shoulder and push myself into her. 

"Yessss...please fuck me sir. Please..." With each thrust she grunts out, "Please...fuck...please...fuck."

I reach down and start to grab her tits squeezing them hard and using it to pull me deeper. "Keep begging...keep going Heather...ask me to let you cum..." I don't get a response so I pinch a nipple hard.

"OHHHhh .... Yesss.... Please ... let ...me ...cum ...sir... please...please ... please..." Her eyes close in concentration. She is so close and just on word would send her over. 

"You are such a good girl to ask. Cum Heather. Cum now."

"PLEASSSEEEEEEE!" And just like that she cums. Screaming out permission for me cum. 

"That's it Heather cum...oh...yes... now for your reward I am going to cum.... ohhh here it comes...AHHHhhhhh!" Whether she hears me or not I don't really care. I keep fucking her all the way through my cum and then as I start to get over sensitive I come to a jerky stop. 

I just stay there for a few minutes panting and watching her face, eyes closed, breathe slowing down, and a smile on her face. I pull out and set her legs to one side and lay down next to her. She curls up next to me and puts her head on my still clothed chest. We lay there till she looks up scoots up to give me a kiss. "Thank you Tom. That was something else." I look down at her and think that this was an incredible experiment and just the start of a new area for us to explore. 

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Untameable_Guy



The Experiment



I'm a curious guy by nature. I like to find the answers to questions that start "what happens if I...?" And that is how I ended up downstairs in room one of the Family Sauna on my knees with my ass facing the wide open doorway, a pile of condoms and a bottle of lube next to my left knee, and a large pink butt plug sticking out of my ass.

I'd posted the following on the cruise page for the Sauna: "White male chub will be at the Sauna the afternoon of the 27th by 1:00. I'll be in room one with a butt plug in my ass. Come on in, put on a condom, lube up, pull the plug, and fuck me. No need to engage in conversation. Just fuck. When you are done, put the plug back in. Get it up again? Feel free to have another go. I'll be there until 4. If there's more than one guy in the room, I'll be happy to suck one while the other uses my ass. I have a nice, tight, ass and you won't be sorry if you decide to fuck it."

I remember how scared I felt after I'd clicked the button to make this post "live" on the site. I also posted the same message to the bulletin board for my community and on Craig's List. WTF was I thinking? I guess I'd find out. My biggest fear was that I'd be there all afternoon and no one would take me up on my offer. That would be completely humiliating. It was, based on my experience of the place, a distinct possibility. Some days the action is scarce and the only guys there are meeting other guys by appointment. Personally I'd long ago resolved not to go there without a specific appointment myself. Well, I'd just have to see.

I got there just before one, paid my fee, tipped the cashier, got my towels and locker key and headed down stairs. I stripped, showered, and made a quick survey -- there were a couple of older guys sitting in the TV room watching gay porn and surreptitiously stroking their cocks. Two guys taking steam. A couple in room five in a sixty-nine. One guy in the other TV room watching the National Geographic channel. Several guys with towels around their waists wandering the halls. It was time. Room one was unoccupied as I stepped into its semi-darkness. Placing the box of condoms I'd brought next to a bottle of lube on the bed, I prepared. Moments later I was on my knees on the bed, my plugged ass facing the door. My cock was throbbing. A steady stream of precum dripped onto the towel I'd placed under me. A combination of terror and lust made the blood pound in my ears. I was nervous as a virgin at a prison rodeo. I don't wear a watch and I don't take my phone with me when I go to the Family Sauna. I had no idea how to gauge the time I spent waiting on my knees. What if no one showed up or walked into the room? What if guys just stood in the doorway and chuckled -- "look at the cock pig with the pink plug in his ass." Had I been there half an hour or only moments? Several times I heard low voices in the hall and the sound of footsteps going past, pausing as the Sauna's denizens checked me out. So far no takers. I was on edge. I hadn't touched my cock but I felt like I was already on the verge of an orgasm.

More sounds of bare feet on the bare floor. Steps halted. Sounded like two guys. The only light in room one is that which comes in from the hall. I knew someone was there because the light changed. I sensed them step into the room. A low voice murmured "you take him first while he sucks me." I nearly fainted with relief. I think I must have let out a small moan because I heard the guys chuckle. I heard the rustle of a condom package being torn open; felt the bed shift as someone crawled up in front of me; felt a cock brush my lips; opened my mouth and took it in; hands on my head guiding me; an average cock -- not big enough to be uncomfortable to suck -- was soon sawing in and out of my mouth; I smelled the scent of freshly washed man -- the musk was there but with overtones of the organic soap they keep in the shower here; more rustling noises; hand on my ass; I felt the plug moving as he teased me with it, gently fucking me a bit before slowly pulling it out. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks. He put his hand on my back to steady himself and then I felt the tip of his cock at my slightly gaping hole. I heard his sigh of pleasure and moaned around the dick in my mouth as I felt a cock slowly slide into me. This guy had big hanging balls and I felt them against my own scrotum as he hilted himself. Two hands on my hips and he went to work, sawing in and out. I was spit roasted for the first time in my life. Bliss! No one spoke. We grunted with pleasure. My cock bobbed and jerked as the two men got into a push-me-pull-you rhythm.

I sensed more guys enter the room. Someone reached under my belly and began playing with my cock. I nearly came on the spot. I was doing my best to give the guy in front of me a good no hands blow job. I didn't want him to cum in my mouth; I just wanted to keep him hard so he could be next in my ass. The guy fucking my ass knew what he was doing and his cock banged my prostate on every stroke sending waves of pleasure across my entire nervous system. More cock stroking and someone was playing with my nipples. The guy in my ass picked up the pace, grunting with effort. Suddenly he grabbed my ass tight and slammed all the way in. I felt his dick jerk inside me and I squeezed my ass muscles for all I was worth, milking him, as he groaned through an orgasm.

"Yeah, man, that's the way," the guy in my mouth said in a low voice, "I'm next." The guy in my ass pulled out, leaving me empty for a bit. Then I was filled fore and aft once more. The cycle repeated for a while -- must have had four or five guys take me before what I later thought of as "the big event." I was sucking a guy while my ass was fucked and the guy in my ass came and withdrew. The guy in my mouth pulled out and was quickly replaced by another guy -- this one had a huge dick and I was soon gagging on it until I adjusted. And then my ass was filled again. Even with a condom on, it didn't take him long to blow his load; guess all that sucking while he watched his buddy bang me must have gotten him to the edge.

"Awwww...fuck!" he cried as his balls emptied themselves into the rubber. 

I don't know how many guys were in the room now. At least three or four. I didn't care. I had a cock in my mouth and one in my ass and that was what mattered to me. The big dick in my mouth disappeared and another took its place. I trembled in anticipation. I knew I was about to take the biggest cock I'd ever had in my ass. It had felt like about 8 to 10 inches when I was sucking it -- I hadn't managed to get more than half of it in my mouth.

"You ready for this," a voice from behind me asked, rhetorically.

And then I felt it. A massive erection was slowly, very slowly, pushing into my already pretty well used ass. It was a good thing I'd had the plug followed by two reasonably sized guys before guy three got to me or I never would have been able to take it. Pure pleasure with a little discomfort thrown in -- his cock moved slowly inside me taking forever to get all the way inside. I pushed back with my hips.

"Slow down partner," he murmured, "don't be greedy."

He had his hands on my hips and he held me in place while he worked inch after inch of that big dick into my bowels. I used to have an 8 inch dildo that I played with. Never got more than six inches of it inside of me because I was afraid of losing it and having to explain to someone in the ER why I had a large chunk of silicon shoved up my ass. I was groaning continually now around the dick in my mouth as I felt the inexorable progress of guy number three as he pushed himself into me. It seemed to take forever for him to get balls deep, but he eventually did. He flexed his cock. I wanted to scream with pleasure.

Someone slid under me on the bed and I was in a sixty nine with a cock in my face and my own being taken to the balls in a hungry mouth. I was nearly there and mister big dick hadn't even started fucking me yet. Some guys will just jump on and rabbit, hammering away until they blow a load. I don't care much for that. I prefer a guy who will take his time. This guy was one of those.

"You like that big cock in your ass," he said as he began to pull back. I moaned in response. He laughed. "Ever have one this big before? Bet you haven't. When I'm done you'll have trouble keeping that butt plug in your ass, pig."

I whimpered. I didn't know whether to scream, cum, run out of the room crying for my mother, or what. I was a hot mess. The mouth on my dick was sucking me for all it was worth. I knew that my orgasm was about to present its invoice for payment. The moment of no return was fast approaching. I hoped the guy under me was really hungry because I hadn't cum for five days (on purpose) and had a big load saved up. But I didn't want to cum yet. I pulled my cock out of the hungry, sucking, mouth beneath me and focused on the cock in my own mouth. His hips were pumping and my nose was buried in his balls on every down stroke. The combination of the cock in my ass and the one in my mouth was almost more stimulation than I could handle. Precum continued to leak from my cock and the guy under me was licking it up as fast as it collected.

I love edging and this was heaven. I had a gigantic dick in my ass and it was pushing my prostate around just right. If that guy under me took my cock in his mouth one more time I was going to lose it. He seemed to sense what I wanted though and just licked the tip when a drop of fluid appeared helping keep me on the edge of an orgasm without pushing me over it. His licking stopped though when his own climax began to loom. I felt the change as his hip movements became more pronounced along with his verbalizations.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Get ready!" he groaned. I grabbed his hips and pulled his dick into my mouth as far as I could get it just in time for his first blast of thick, ropey, cum to explode into my throat. Fortunately I had taken a nice deep breath just a moment earlier because I was busy swallowing for the next twenty seconds or so. It was one of the biggest loads I've ever swallowed and I very nearly gagged on the volume. I kept sucking until he pulled out of my mouth. He lay there panting under me, watching my ass get ploughed -- what a sight that must have been.

That big cock was really banging me now. I was being well and truly fucked. He was grunting with exertion on every stroke slamming his big unit in to the balls. The guy under me must have started doing something back there as well because I heard Mr. Big Dick gasp suddenly and then slam all the way in and hold my hips against him.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh," he sighed as he filled a condom with his frothy tribute.

I felt his cock jerk and then he was fucking me again, hard, and I was squeezing him as well as I could. The guy beneath me sheathed my cock in his mouth again and the combination sent me into orbit. I came. And came. And came. Each stroke of that big hammer in my ass sent another wave of jizz from my balls into the throat of that lucky fellow under me. I'll give him his due though -- he swallowed it all. I don't know how much time passed but I suddenly found myself alone in the room, at least for the moment. The plug was back in my ass but I wasn't on my knees any longer. I had collapsed in a heap on the bed, spent for the moment, and feeling a warm lassitude wash over me. My asshole was sore but I felt wonderful.

I was laying on my side, half my body bathed in the hallway light. My ass was still pointed at the doorway. There were still people in the room. I heard someone being sucked.

"I'm gonna try him now," one said, and I felt the bed move as someone got on it with me. The plug was removed and I felt a body next to mine followed by the sensation of a cock seeking my hole. I reached down and gripped the condom covered dick and guided it to my back door. It slid in easily but I clamped down as best I could so as to give my penetrator as much pleasure as possible.

"Damn, he's still tight," I heard him say.

This guy was hung too. Not as well-endowed as the fellow before him, but substantial none the less. I like spoon position fucking. It's not as physically demanding for the one being fucked. I was comfortable, riding a fog of endorphins and residual lust. Often times after a major climax I will be totally uninterested in sex for several hours. That was not the case here. If anything I was even more horny than I had been when I stepped out of the shower who knows how long ago now.

The bed shifted again and I sensed a cock meant for my mouth, which I opened. Soon I was sucking happily away. Someone got between my legs and was licking my balls. I moaned. This made the guys laugh. 

"Moan little piggy," someone said, laughing.

My ass-fucker picked up the pace and was soon dumping his load, his cock jerking and throbbing in my ass as I squeezed for all I was worth once more. The guy in my mouth came seconds later and I swallowed his load. I once more found both my ass and mouth empty. The butt plug had been forgotten. I didn't care. I rested a while and then collected the empty condom wrappers and used condoms and disposed of them. I took my plug into the shower with me and cleaned it with soap and hot water before showering myself. My asshole would be tender for days, but I didn't care. I was glowing with satisfaction and knew that I would have a story to relive during those solo forays I would make in the coming days.

It was about 4:30 when I emerged into the darkness of a late December evening and made my way to my car. I was smiling. I was happy. I hoped that the guys I'd serviced that afternoon were too.