1 comments/ 31396 views/ 3 favorites Aardvarks By: bigrimmstales Introduction: When I wrote this it began as a lesbian love story, but two other ideas kept nagging at the back of my mind: group sex and mind control. So, this became a composite story, bringing together themes that my readers have asked for and that I enjoy, so hope you do too... ______________________ "I wish my name was Aardvark not Zabriski," she sighed as she sat on her bed, feet tucked up each side of her bare thighs, reading her post from the College. "I'm always last to get any mail from the faculty thanks to their policy of sending things alphabetically. You're ok," she added, pointing accusingly in the direction of her roommate, Alexa, "With a surname like Brahms-Addington who is going to send you things late? If they get their alphabet wrong and go by the 'B' then you win again." "I can't help being part of a noble Anglo-German family and hence having this name! What has got into you today?" Alexa asked in her plummy rich girl's accent, whilst trying desperately not to look up Zinah's miniscule skirt at a pussy that was clearly panty-free. She was such an innocent, thought Alexa, but with a beautiful body that mixed petite Arab mother with strong, tall Lithuanian father. If she only knew what went on in her roommate's head every time she walked naked round the flat or, as she was doing now, sitting knickerless. Alexa had never even fantasised over sex with another woman before, but this chaste beauty aroused her in ways she had not thought possible. And the thoughts had been growing ever stronger in recent months, since the first visit of Zinah's mother and worsened since the last one into rabid fantasies. Zinah had shuffled forward on the bed, her pussy now even more exposed. 'Christ, she's shaved it!' thought Alexa, her panties beginning to moisten as she found her eyes drawn to the smooth, glistening sex of her friend. She was so mesmerised she nearly missed the reply. "Oh, sorry, what did you say?" Alexa asked, forcing herself to look up into Zinah's eyes as she lay out on her bed with her hands under her chin and facing flat towards her friend. It took all Alexa's will to not glance down between those innocent thighs that now were wide apart as her bare feet were planted out to the corners of the divan. However, her willpower did not last more than a few seconds as she was drawn to the shaven pussy that looked slightly aroused, the lips puffed and parted, the clitoris partially hidden but like a bud about to burst out in spring. There was a dewy sheen to the smooth pink skin. Alexa wanted to taste her. She could no longer stop the perverted desires she had for her flatmate and best friend. "Now who's talking about what has got into them?" Zinah asked, pouting slightly, "I was just saying I'm always the last to get post and this letter is an invitation to Professor David Harlington's private party to celebrate his breakthrough in - er - 'Relaxant Hormone Therapy (RHT)' - whatever that is, and it's tonight! He has invited 'faculty high graders only', like you and me. In fact, I am instructed to bring and I quote, 'a friend of my choosing who is open to the idea of science as an instrument of pleasure' which fits you, given your love of that battery powered Rabbit© in your cabinet." She laughed, heartily. "Will you come?" she asked excitedly. "How did you know...?" She stopped, realising Zinah might have been joking. Now she went bright red, hoping futilely that she had missed the significance of her comment if it was a joke. "Oh, don't worry, your secret is safe. I have one too," she added reassuringly but not being able to stop Alexa's blushes which she in turn found really enchanting. There was a brief silence between them as a myriad of thoughts seemed to be around but not aired. Alexa had heard of Prof Harlington. He had a reputation beyond the campus for being a serious Bio-chemist, who looked stunning and not like the nerds one expected to see in the labs. Apart from that, she knew nothing about him and had never attended one of his lectures as she and Zinah were third year undergrads and he only taught the cream of the final (fourth) year. However, every woman student who had ever met him said nothing but good things about him and an invitation to his place was a rare honour. There was only one answer. "Yes, but what the hell do I wear?" Alexa asked, concerned that she had no clue as to what the dress code was. "Oh, great!" Zinah exclaimed, practically leaping onto Alexa's bed and giving her a hug accompanied by mad passionate kisses all over her face and head. She was pressed so tight to her that Alexa could feel those firm large breasts pressing against her own not inconsiderable pair. She was aware of their arousal, and looked down to see the nipples on both pairs large and stiff. There was another silence, this time as her friend seemed to realise the same physical experience, then Zinah continued to speak, though with a slightly hoarse voice and at her typically enthusiastic pace. "I have a new blouse that will fit you and that short black pencil skirt - the leather one - you wore to the gig last week would be ideal. I've also got some new earrings that will look chic but not too showy on your lovely delicate ears and a matching necklace and bracelet. I'm going to wear the black dress I bought with the flared skirt and clingy bodice. I know you said it left little to the imagination, but hell if a man can't imagine what pleasures has he left?" she asked, giggling almost shyly. "Are you sure you want to loan me all that? You know I can be a klutz and lose things," Alexa asked, secretly hoping that Zinah would insist she did wear the jewels. She had seen the earrings and knew they suited her better than her friend. Images flashed into her head of that night they had tried them on. Zinah had been shopping with her mother who was visiting for a few days. They had come into the room and both headed off to the shower. Alexa had found it strange and yet arousing that it was clear they had showered together and both came back into the room completely naked. Both had olive skins that shone in the light from oils that had been applied, both had jet black hair that reached down to just touch the top of their firm buttocks and both had magnificent firm bosoms that might by some be seen as slightly too large for their frames. Ablaa (whose name ironically meant 'perfectly formed') was a delicate looking woman, with a toned but tiny frame. Alexa imagined that if she put her hands around her waist her fingers would have met, such was the petite hourglass shape of the woman. Her teats she noticed were dark and long, clearly showing signs of arousal, but also indicating that she had suckled her young daughters (three of whom were at this university). Zinah's were lighter, closer to the pink of young breasts that have never fed the hungry lips of a baby. However, what had been most noticeable was that Ablaa was completely shaven, and even more surprising had an array of gold rings in her pussy lips and one large one through the clitoral area. At that time Zinah had a mass of black pubic hair hiding her sex and spreading over the inner thighs. Alexa had wanted to get on her knees and lick both of their pussies until they came violently above her. She had felt ashamed that she was turning lesbian and had tried to avoid any situation like that again, but it was impossible. She suddenly noticed Zinah staring at her with a quizzical look. "Are you alright honey?" she asked gently, stroking Alexa's cheek with such a show of affection and concern. "You know, you are so beautiful that if I was a man I would want to fuck you right now!" "And as a woman?" Alexa asked, shocking herself with having even had the temerity to ask. She blushed, lowering her eyes from Zinah's gaze, though not before noticing a sudden sparkle and widening of the pupils. "I'd fuck you, until you came like a train," she said softly, her hand gently squeezing Alexa's right buttock. Her flatmate hadn't noticed where Zinah's hand had drifted to, but now she was shocked by the sudden pleasure it sent to her thighs and especially her pussy which seeped more juice into her already-sopping panties. But then Zinah was up and gone, releasing her and heading for the bathroom. "I need to pee. All this talk of sex is making my bladder shrink!" she laughed, leaving Alexa to stare open-mouthed after the exotic beauty's perfectly shaped calves and thighs as she walked to the en suite. 'Did she just come on to me? Or was she teasing?' Alexa asked herself, her brain filled again with lewd images of fucking with her friend. 'Pull yourself together!' she said, possibly louder than she meant. "I meant to ask," came the disembodied voice from the toilet, accompanied by the unmistakeable sound of piss hitting water, "What do you think of my shaven pussy?" Alexa gulped. She had noticed her looking, but seemed to have clearly not objected. She was starting rapidly to reassess that assumption that her friend was an innocent. How the hell could she reply? "It- it - it's very nice," she answered limply. "Go on," Zinah urged, obviously wanting to hear more praise. "What is nice?" "Well, it looks so smooth and shiny. I like how your sex is well, er, shown off. Just like your mum's." 'Oh my God!' she thought to herself, 'I've let slip I'd looked at her mum! She's going to be so angry.' Alexa grimaced, waiting for the backlash. "Yes, well it was her idea. She told me off last time for having such a hairy cunt. She said no man or woman would want to bury their heads in my fuzzy snatch." She laughed and laughed, giving Alexa permission to join in, no matter how hot and embarrassed she now felt. "Did you say man OR woman?" Alexa asked, continuing the pretence of enquiring as if a bit of fun. "Oh yes, my mother is a bisexual and makes no secret of it, except when back home in Arabia of course. She thinks I need to broaden my horizons and fuck women too. What do you think?" she asked, pausing as she broke off pieces of paper to wipe her cunt, but also so she could hear Alexa's reply. If her flatmate could see her, she would witness the look of amusement but also hope. "I - I - think," she stammered, "That you should do what is in your heart. If you want a lesbian relationship, then so be it!" Alexa heard herself say, feeling a little guilty at the promotional speech, but even more aroused by the way the conversation was heading. "Oh, I'm not a lesbo. I still want men in my cunt and maybe my arse (though I've never had either), but why be limited by convention?" she asked, and then paused before taking a deep breath and letting go with another of her breathless, gabbled declarations. "Besides, I've been your roommate for so long and have had the hots for you ever since I've been here and done nothing about it. Mum thinks we are mad to have not been fucking each other instead of diddling our clits surreptitiously under the duvets. So there you have it and I hope you don't hate me now for speaking what has been in my mind for so long...and..." There was silence. Alexa did not know what to say, though despite her embarrassment the images in her brain were no less explicit than they had been lately. She could even imagine herself replacing the rustling toilet paper with her tongue. Things were changing fast. 'Why?' she thought to herself, then said aloud after what seemed like an eternity, "I think I may be, er, bisexual, but I know I'm not a lesbian and I'm not offended. Far from it..." There it was out, like some new advert. She felt scared yet elated in admitting something she had tried to suppress for a very long time. Maybe the bit of distance offered by them being in separate rooms had made them both bolder. It was like true confessions over a telephone... "Thank God for that!" came the eventual response from Zinah, though in her erotic daydreaming, Alexa had missed that her roommate was standing by her. However, now she was naked and was leaning closer and closer to her face until she kissed Alexa full on the lips. It was akin to being jump started. One strong push and the charge of electricity shot through her body, spreading out and down. She was energised and yet completely immobilised as to what to do next. She laid there, her arms rigid, unable to move as the tongue snaked into her mouth and the now naked breasts again pressed against her own. However, just as suddenly Zinah had broken away and said kindly, again in that hoarse, sexy voice, "We better get showered and dressed for the party. Coming to shower?" Alexa was just recovering from the shock. Her body felt so aroused, on fire, alert to the new sensations of just having been caressed and her mouth invaded so sensually by another woman and her best friend at that. She WANTED to be naked with Zinah but she also wanted more than that, just nothing would come out of her mouth and her body seemed leaden, unable to move and yet she imagined just as a woman naked and tied might feel - wanton. So many erotic thoughts, so many feelings and yet some disappointment as she realised her roommate was being ridiculously tasky, focusing on them getting dressed for a party when her body screamed, 'fuck me'. She felt her friend lift her up, encouraging Alexa to rise from the bed. They held hands, with the shorter Zinah putting her shoulder into her friend's armpit as if a human crutch. Alexa held on tight more than hugged, her mind still whirring from the whirlwind of events. What had she learned? Her friend was a virgin with either sex, had the hots for her, accepted being bisexual under the encouragement of her bisexual mother and both had the cutest shaven pussies. Then she came to, realising Zinah was going to see her fully naked for the first time despite their shared quarters. She had always changed in the bathroom. Only once had her friend seen her nude and that was from the back. Yes, she'd paraded round in bra and knickers but that was it. And now as she stood in the bathroom, speechless, she was acutely aware that in direct contrast to Zinah she had a mass of embarrassingly untrimmed bush between her thighs. It was as if she had been caught wearing the wrong clothes to a party. She felt ashamed, hesitant about being naked but then she heard Zinah's words and wondered if she was a mind reader... "Darling, I want you to sit astride the bidet before we do anything else. For weeks I've noticed the expansive dark bush that spreads out from under your panties. I'm going to shave you..." "But.." Alexa began to say, blushing with embarrassment, yet feeling sublimely aroused by the suggestion. "No buts," interrupted Zinah. "You need a clean and smooth pussy for this evening. I'll leave you with a little pussy hair if you want me to but around those sex lips should be completely depilated. Now get your clothes off." Alexa pulled her tight little T-shirt off over her head, releasing a pair of beautiful breasts that were large and yet bounced only a little as they settled unfettered on her chest. Zinah was taken by the saucer-like areolae and the long, stiff nipples that invited a lick or a suck; even the attachment of nipple clamps or pegs that she had seen her mother use when playing with her father. That was an event she had never discussed again with her parents, but had been the start of the (positive) change in relationship between herself and her guardians. Next it was the panties, which Alexa was aware had suddenly become a potentially sexy ritual of disrobing and so took an inordinate amount of time to slip down and off her long, perfectly muscled thighs. She knew by the time she stepped out of them, Zinah was completely transfixed on her nakedness and she loved it. Gone was any embarrassment about her hairy pussy. No, the pride she felt of being naked and knowing her body had been secretly admired for so long was an aphrodisiac of immense power. She turned away, legs set slightly too far apart to be natural and bent at the waist to pick up her flimsy knickers and throw them in the clothes basket. She knew that despite all the fuzz, Zinah would see two prominent labia breaking out of the forest. They were wet and the surrounding coarse hair would be glistening with her juice. It was inevitable. The air reeked of their conjoined perfumes. She heard the sigh from her friend and smiled to herself, knowing she was attractive to her despite her untidy state. "My god, if you only knew what thoughts were going through my head, Alexa!" "Oh, I think I know. I-I'm feeling and probably thinking the same," she said in the same hoarse tone as her friend. It was as spontaneous as it was predestined. They turned to face each other again. Alexa bent to kiss Zinah with an intense passion that was quickly followed by hands that wandered all over her friend's smaller frame. She was like a horny teenage boy, finding out what the opposite sex felt like. She weighed the breasts in her hands, feeling the rigid teats against her soft white palms, and then tweaked the nipples hard as her ex-boyfriend had done many times to her. She knew its effect and heard the groan of pleasure against her mouth, before having lingered there she let her hand slide slowly and tentatively downwards, expecting to be slapped or pulled away at any minute. When her fingers found the depilated pad of her friend below, she hesitated slightly, but not for long as Zinah took her hand and encouraged her to slide between the open sex lips. Another groan was uttered; and a tongue that snaked deeper into her mouth as if mirroring the movements of her now soaked fingers. Alexa traced along and inside her flatmate's cunt. Zinah was holding her so tightly, her long manicured nails over her right hand raking over Alexa's back and arse, her left arm pulling them together as if not wanting them ever to part. Alexa realised that her other hand was doing the same, placed at the back of Zinah's neck to pull their mouths together in an almost suffocating embrace. And all the time her fingers relentlessly and rhythmically pleasured the olive-skinned beauty's clitoris and sex lips, making Zinah gasp and whimper and pant until she broke from their kiss to scream in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm took her senses completely away. If Alexa had not been there to hold her, she was convinced Zinah would have fainted and fallen. Instead, she held her firmly yet gently in her arms, watching her face as the pleasure washed over her. She loved the expressions that looked at first like pain but became sheer, unadulterated satisfaction. In fact, she felt what could only be described later by her as love for her friend. It was a new feeling that at once elated her and at another level frightened. It was many minutes before Zinah seemed to come out of her orgasmic state. Alexa had marvelled at how multi-orgasmic her flatmate seemed to be and how totally vulnerable and immobilised she was once she had finished cumming. For Alexa she felt envious and yet pleased. She had only ever achieved orgasm at her own hand. Scott, her ex, had had no interest in her own pleasure though had been good at inducing that strange mix of pleasure and pain through his nipple tortures. No, she had been a fuck-hole with legs and tits she had come to realise. Taking her virginity had just been another notch to put on the bedpost and the words of love pure devices to part her from her knickers. Now was a turning point she realised, so different in the sexual transaction. Zinah, awakened from her orgasmic coma, pushing Alexa slightly away to kiss her face and neck, then sliding her tongue sensuously over her friend's firm breast before lapping Alexa's hard teat. She heard her roommate sigh and then wimper, "Please, please love me." Zinah's heart melted with love and desire for her friend. Her mother had been right. She had been missing out on eating the ripest fruit that was closest to her. So, she began to crouch down, dragging her tongue lower and lower over Alexa's taut torso, dipping momentarily into her deep navel, before entering the enchanted forest between her roomy's thighs. The smell of her nectar had guided her there. She did not need to see to know that this was her heaven on earth. Now she knelt at the gates, her tongue extending to push open the soft, aroused doors that kissed and then pressed against her lips and nose. The liquid cum of her friend filled her nostrils, and the loud groans of Alexa blocked out any other sounds. She tasted heaven's ambrosia, caressing her own body as her tongue played and explored Alexa's beauty. This was the sleeping princess at the centre of the forest, the enchanted chamber that came alive with her kisses. Zinah delved as deeply as her tongue would let her, her first ever taste of a girlfriend. She played, she teased and she marvelled at her power as Alexa's groans changed to heavy panting. She heard the sounds of hands caressing above as Alexa explored the superbly sensitised flesh of her own body; stretching and punishing her hard nipples, sliding over her ample curves and even daring to slide fingers up and between her arse cheeks, surprising herself as she allowed a digit to slip into her tight little anus. Aardvarks Then the pants changed again. The sounds were unmistakeable screams of sheer pleasure, as Alexa desperately grabbed a towel rail to steady herself as Zinah's tongue hit her large and very stiff clitoris again and again with first light but then hard caresses. She knew her bud would be pink and engorged, and huge compared to most women, but Zinah seemed to be mesmerised and fascinated by it. She felt her companion's lips engulf it, grasping and sucking at it as her tongue continued to almost whip its head; just like she once tried on her boyfriend's cock but this time it was her own juice gushing not his premature cum that had splattered her face and T-shirt. And then it was her turn to hear sounds of pleasure. Zinah had been unable to constrain herself from pushing fingers urgently into her own cunt, before mimicking her tongue's actions with her index finger on her clitoris. She screamed too, into the hairy pussy that continued to discharge its liquid essence all over her face. It was a scent and a memory she knew she would hold for the rest of her life. Eventually, Alexa and Zinah crouched together, naked. They hugged so tightly as if they never ever wanted to be parted. This was more than just sex; this was something much, much deeper. Soon they were kissing again, with Alexa tasting her own juice on her friend's face and loving the thought of how she had been so dominant for that time, standing over her diminutive lover as she knelt at 'heaven's gates'. It seemed like ages before they parted, slightly unsteady and emotionally unsure, before Zinah broke the quiet saying: "Right, let's get that pussy shaven, sexy one. Straddle that bidet!" ___________________________ Alexa could not get over how sexy she felt without her pussy hair. She kept slipping her fingers between her legs to feel the pleasure of her own smooth sex. It was no longer embarrassing allowing her arousal to be known by Zinah; even her unusually large clitoris that more than peeped from behind its hood. No, it was on full display like the rudimentary penis it was, and she was pleased that her companion could not resist lightly touching it whenever she could. In fact, Zinah had admitted that she was fascinated by how beautiful it looked, especially now it was exposed and surrounded by the long lips of her cunt. She had said, "I have never, ever seen anything so sexy," then proceeded to gently kiss and suck at it again, inducing yet another intense orgasm with just a few minutes of stimulation. In fact, Alexa had discovered she was multi-orgasmic, as was Zinah. The whole afternoon was spent getting ready, interspersed with hugs and kisses, and even a lengthy session of massages. They were preened, oiled and aroused then satiated over many hours and in that time talked and talked about their mutual love for each other which had lain dormant until Ablaa had opened Zinah's eyes to what was in front of her. However, they also agreed that in many ways they were naïve in the ways of sex and had a lot to learn, whether together or with others. They were surprised by their openness to exploring this unleashed sexuality but each secretly pleased as they knew too much demand on each other, given they lived in close quarters, could put a strain on their new-found relationship. Yes, they would fly solo and explore, but promised each other that when together then they would have their loving time and share their experiences. "Maybe at the Prof's we'll meet some people to shag or shag us!" Alexa said, giggling but at the same time recognising she was not averse to that fantasy coming true. However, every other academic party she had ever been to included people who broke all the rules of good English. That is, they included in every sentence at least five words longer than 'wheelbarrow' or 'marmalade' and meant regular trips to the toilet to check on the i-phone's© internet what the words meant. She was sure she had a reputation as 'the big-titted woman with the tiny bladder!' Zinah laughed, "He is dishy but you know how dull these parties can be, though there is something intriguing about the title of his celebration. What was it again, Relaxant Hormone Therapy? Probably some drug to help neurotic wives cope with their husbands, like HRT helps them with menopause. What do you think? An obedience drug for the sexually frigid with 2.5 children and a lost libido?" "No idea," said Alexa, though she had a funny feeling about this party. It was one of her strange intuitions. She was unsure if it was a warning or a feeling of encouragement. The afternoon of pampering and fucking had dulled he usually acute radar for such things. No, at the moment she was more aware of staring at the rear of her flatmate who was bending down showing the cutest olive coloured arse cheeks and the pink of her tight little rose bud, not to mention the lips of her sex that seemed so symmetrical and glistened with saliva and pussy juice. "My God you are sexy!" Alexa said, unable to break her gaze and think more closely about the question. She was ignoring her own intuitions and focusing on the lust that was growing in her again. "Why thanks, but get your clothes on or we are never going to get there," Zinah said, picking out a lace thong, but then throwing it aside as she made a decision. "Alexa, let's go without panties and bras tonight? I want to be able to touch you whenever I want...and for you to touch me of course if that's OK?" "Ok," Alexa heard herself say, again surprising herself. She had only once gone without panties before and that was the same night her ex had sprayed her face with his jism. Eventually they were dressed in the clothes they had planned, though Alexa was aware that there were dark circles showing through the white blouse. Her breasts strained at the slightly too tight silk and its low décolletage. She knew any man or woman would know she was naked under it, but she felt so aroused it did not seem to matter. Also, with her cunt naked too under the skirt she could smell her arousal, so all that was between her and being fucked was one word, 'no' or one action, a punch on the nose for someone so foolish as to take her without permission. Well, that was her thoughts but maybe the reality could be different, she was beginning to think she was ready for new experiences and that the day so far was going to be just one of them. She looked at Zinah with complete lust. Her companion was dressed in the most knock-out dress. The black showed off her flawless skin, especially the low-cut bodice that was boned to push her large bosom up and out. If it was not for the clever cut Alexa was sure those bountiful breasts would pour out over the top. Her nipples could only be about a quarter of an inch below the laced edging and the bias cut of the garment emphasised her hourglass shape. The skirt part was pleated and short coming way above her perfectly shaped legs. There was little space between the hem and what Alexa knew to be a completely bare pussy. How would she manage stairs or cars she wondered? However, as she straightened her own pencil skirt down, she had a similar question for herself. 'Oh, well,' she said to herself, 'in for a penny...' As Alexa scanned lower, she noticed how Zinah had the most delicate of ankles, now bound by the highest shoes Alexa had ever seen. They were red, double ankle-strap studded leather with suicide heels that made her look so much taller and her calves firm and elegant. There was something ever-so 'BDSM' about them Alexa realised, especially as she was wearing a red leather choker collar with a little ring at the front. "Do you know Zinah; if I was a man I'd have a fetish by now about you in those shoes." "You don't have to be a man to have fetishes, Alexa," Zinah giggled. "I have one about women's arses and I can't wait to touch yours again." Alexa had no time to question it as her now not-so-short friend walked up to her, kissed her full on the lips and grabbed her arse through the black leather. "Mmmmm," was the only sound that was uttered between their closely pressing lips. Both felt a trickle of liquid pleasure seep from their bare cunts. Both wanted to make love again, but knew they had to leave. "Wow!" they said in unison as they parted, then laughed uproariously at themselves. Another kiss and then they collected their coats, putting them over each others' shoulders before opening the door to the taxi driver Alexa had organised. Alexa liked his attentiveness and was determined to reward him before they got to Professor Harlington's house. So, as he opened the door for her, she sat down and was a little indiscrete climbing in. If she had been famous the paparazzi would have splashed her 'no panties' picture across the globe. As it was, the driver gave her a big smile and mouthed 'thank you'. Alexa didn't think he was bad looking either and might want to hire again, but maybe with something else in mind. "Now keep your eyes on the road," she scolded, as he sat down in his seat having left Zinah to get in by herself. His eyes went wide when he looked in the mirror to see each help the other off with their coats and then kiss openly and passionately. The sight was made even more fantastic by the image of their two not-insubstantial and almost bare bosoms colliding and squeezing against each other. He felt his cock harden and strain as his imagination filled with thoughts of fucking them both and being fucked by them. However, the two women were obviously more into each other than him, though the look he had had from the taller woman told him she was not only interested in women. __________________________________ By the time they got to the address on the card, the women had straightened themselves, preened and applied final touches to their make-up and left the taxi reeking of their pussy scent. Only a last application of a Paul Smith perfume by Alexa masked the reality of their 45-minute journey. The sweet bouquet of cunt was replaced by a heady melange of flower aromas, much to the disappointment of the taxi driver who had had to manage the road at the same time as possessing an aching hard-on. His wife would have a night of intense fucking that evening was all that filled his head and he would share his tale of what the women had been doing in his cab, knowing it would inflame her. Lately he had become more and more convinced she was curious about having a bisexual adventure. That thought made his dick pulse and ache even more. Another thought also filled his mind. "Lucky hosts", he said to himself, curious now to know who they were visiting and why they were dressed so provocatively. Would he ever have believed it was a learned Professor? _____________________________________ An elegant oriental woman answered the door in response to Zinah's strident pull of the bell-cord. It was a curiously old-fashioned method of hailing the owners, but in keeping with the early Victorian façade. They were ushered through into a large hallway that was strangely devoid of anything bar the dimmest of lights, the invitation card was taken from them and they were told simply, "Wait, please." They were unsure who this person was, their Professor's wife, a maid, whom? In the half light they could only make out a tall and very slim body, possibly with little breasts and hair that was obviously long like Zinah's. They could not hear anyone else, not a sound other than the click of heels from their hostess's shoes on the tile floor. Then another door into the hall opened, and a man stood bathed in bright light from the room behind him. At least they assumed it was a man given they guessed the silhouette they could see was of someone in trousers and a jacket. "Welcome! You must be Alexa and Zinah. I'm David." He greeted in a deep, intensely sexy voice. "Please don't call me professor or anything as pompous. I'm sorry about the gloom but my electrician is here to fix the lighting and has been repeatedly delayed and distracted by my maid who couldn't wait to find out if handymen do live up to their reputation." He added, in such a matter-of-fact way and with the faintest of chuckles. "And what reputation is that?" Zinah asked, cheekily. "Well, whether these handymen fuck their way from job to job and if she can get me a discount in exchange for pleasure. She is such a slut," he said, laughing heartily. "Really? She looked so elegant from what I could see of her," said Alexa, again embarrassed but aroused by another sexually explicit conversation. "Oh yes, she is a slave to sex. I should know, she is my wife." "Your wife?" they asked in unison, mouths dropping open. "Why yes, she likes to be the maid, the whore and the wife. Be careful, she has a penchant for pretty young students, especially ones with large titties. It's her version of penis envy; tit envy," he said, giving no indication he was saying anything other than the absolute truth. Alexa felt an instant drip of pussy juice down her thigh. If she had only known, Zinah had felt exactly the same. Then they realised David was speaking again. "I hope you can forgive my directness, but there is no point leaving anyone with any illusions about her needs. If she likes you and makes advances to you, be aware you have choices. You can say no or yes as you want. She will not be offended, understand?" "Why sure, yes, I understand," said Alexa, secretly hoping that his wife would invite her to sample some Saphic delights. She had reminded Zinah in the car they had agreed that they could explore and not be tied to each other. "So what is her name?" "It's Lucy. Her Chinese name is unpronounceable but she responds to 'Lucy' or 'slut', if you so wish." "I'm not sure I could call her that," Alexa replied. "You will in time," he said softly, but without a hint of knowing arrogance. Both Alexa and Zinah stood open-mouthed again, but definitely aroused. For one her nipples pressed hard against the silk, for the other her breasts heaved above the balconette-style bodice. In fact, the dress was so corset-like in its top that Zinah was finding it constraining and her breathing had become quite laboured and excited. "Come into the reception room," David invited, though was it an invite or an order? "The other guests are due soon, so please get comfortable. There are personal DVD players for each guest to privately observe the effects of my new wonder drug and a set of headphones. I'll get Lucy to pour us some drinks and later you may sample my invention, if you are brave enough." They entered a magnificent room, walking down into the spacious almost-circular structure set out in an Eastern style with large white silk cushions on the floor over a red Persian carpet, brilliant white walls and in the centre an array of food and drink on low tables again in the tradition of an Asian country. There were alcoves all around the room, which was circular and each had gilded mirrors that mimicked the pointed arch shape of the recesses. Subtle light was diffused into each one, with more cushions laid out and low tables for three people per alcove that had the DVD players on them. Above was a domed ceiling that caused Zinah's head to spin and she nearly toppled on her heels but was caught by the Professor. Not only was she in his arms, but it was her first chance of seeing him in the light (albeit diffused) and she almost gasped at how handsome he was. He had the bluest of eyes and his face with its strong square jawed features was framed by slightly unfashionable yet for him somehow perfect blonde locks that extended to his suit collar. He had a radiant smile that warmed Zinah's heart in an instant. "Thank you," she said, unable to speak in more than a whisper. Her throat suddenly felt so dry. "Phew, I could do with that drink now." He tipped her back to the perpendicular, but not without brushing her long hair back away from her face and the soft curves of her bared upper breasts with well-manicured fingers that felt like sensual kisses on her skin. She felt the outlet of breath as he audibly sighed, clearly turned on by her beauty. She was unable to speak or move now. If he had delved his hands into her bodice and spooned her breasts from their lair she would have let him. He could do anything with her, if he but knew it. She hoped he had read the significance of her choker and knew what to do, if it should turn into 'that sort of party' as her mother had suggested could happen. Of course she had not told Alexa that Albaa knew the professor from university days, as well as 'his sweet wife' as she had called Lucy. The invitation was not at all random. That she knew from a flurry of texts between herself and her mother. If asked, she would describe her mother as 'excited for her'. They stood talking to David as he called for his wife over an intercom to the rest of the house. They heard her panting, replying 'yes Master' and then she walked down into the room. Both women were shocked. She wore a tight red latex catsuit and, like Zinah, a collar. Zips seemed to be positioned strategically, from ones that ran across her tiny breasts (only just noticeable they were so flattened by the stretch material) to a long one that ran from just below the navel to the top of her buttocks. Also, there were large areas that seemed to be either fitted with studs or more zips. For example, it was clear that the whole section of her pert buttocks could be revealed at the bursting of a few poppers. 'Does she play anal games?' Zinah and Alexa privately asked themselves as they stared blatantly at this stunning but latex-covered beauty. Both imagined her whipped and bound, even though neither of them had ever seen that or even considered the idea other than when faced with it in a film or on TV. "Slut, pour them both a Singapore Sling." He ordered, with what could only be described as a slight sneer in his voice. They watched as Lucy nodded, then bent provocatively (what else could she do in THAT catsuit?) and proceeded to mix two dashes of Angostura Bitters, 4 shots of Gin, one shot of Benedictine, two shots of cherry brandy, and one shot of lemon juice which she agitated in a cocktail shaker held between her delicate long fingers. She strained the mix into two ice-filled sling glasses that came from a cooler set into the table top. Then she topped it all off with soda water and handed the two women their drinks. "Mmmm, excellent," they said in unison, showing their appreciation for David's wife. "You really know how to serve cocktails," Alexa said, not admitting that in reality this was her first and would not be the last if they were all as delicious. "She was a hostess in a slut bar when we were in college. She learned her craft there about a number of things, and made more money than any of us did in our boring jobs. She does have some amazing gifts that you might wish to know about later. Oh, and if you ever go to the Golden Pussy lesbian bar in town, look for the sexy dancer wearing the jewelled face mask." Zinah smiled and, adjusting to the light, she spent more time taking in David and Lucy's appearance as well as what David had just said as if everyone talked about their wife's sexuality that way. However, there was little more to learn about the wife, physically at least, other than she had a figure to draw out envy from many people and adoration from others. She liked the tight crotch on the catsuit that left little to the imagination about the folds of her sex, it moulded so tightly to her pussy. However, David was another matter. He had on a light grey suit that could only be an Armani©. It was tailored and so well cut. The cloth clung to his slim frame, with the partial erection in his pants framed by the expensive cloth. His white shirt was open at the neck by a few buttons, revealing a hint of blonde chest hair. His shoulders were quite square and wide, suggesting a swimmer. There was not an ounce of excess fat she realised and his neck had that width seen in people who work out. This was someone who kept himself in peak condition without excessive muscular bulk. He was without the veined look of Arnold Schwarzenegger but her fantasies imagined the incredible stamina David might have. Aardvarks Her fancies were disrupted by the sound of the old-fashioned bell, so incongruous now she had seen the 'Arabian Room'. There were voices, then laughter and Lucy who had greeted the guests re-entered with two more women; both wearing long fur coats. Their hostess left one standing waiting as she studiously unbuttoned the coat of the other. It was clear that Lucy was taking on her subservient role in a greater manner than with them. Alexa noticed it too, but then gasped when this taller of the two women was divested of her coat. She was almost naked! Her dress was a plain white, to her ankles but the material was diaphanous and underneath it was clear she had no panties or bra and her pussy was completely shaven. Only the crack of her cunt could be seen as a dark line, and her ample breasts offered large equally dark nipples stretched against the clinging fabric. "Wow, you look stunning Yvette! Let me introduce you to Alexa and Zinah, our latest graduates to be invited to this exclusive group and of course to celebrate the launch of my new invention." Yvette did not walk as much as glide across the room. She had a grace that was matchless. Only Alexa, Zinah thought, could walk with anything near that level of elegance in her gait. However, what had mesmerised her friend was the rhythmic swing of her breasts which had an animation to them that enticed and excited. Alexa was staring at them in the way she had stared at Zinah's shaven cunt that afternoon. When the hand was offered, it was Alexa who took it, feeling its warmth and the subtle caress of a thumb on the back of her hand as her eyes were penetrated by two green gems that stared equally warmly at her. The smile was radiant, a beacon of friendliness. Alexa was taken with her immediately, much to the delight of Zinah who had expected to be jealous of anyone paying attention to her friend but now found she was not. In fact the thought in her head was a very obscene image of Alexa lain back on one of the pillows with Yvette's smiling face buried deep in her friend's pussy as she (Zinah) caressed her lover's breasts. "And this is Laure. She is French by background and if you have played the 'French Name Game' then you will be able to..." "Don't tell me, I know this one," interrupted Zinah, trying not to sound too much of a know-all. "Tell me your first name and I'll tell you your age and social class, which is especially easy in France. Meet a Kevin, for example, and you are talking to a teenager from a working class back-ground. He would have been born in the early 1990s when Kevin was the top first name given to French boys. Meet a Laure, and she will probably be around 30 with parents in the upper professional classes. Laure was the top girl's name in this group from 1970-80. The French are suckers for following name fashions though the class divide where the lower orders followed the bourgeoisie are now being overturned by the influence of American TV, cinema and by world travel. So, let me see, are you about 34 Laure?" Laure laughed, "Mai oui! I am 35. You know your French culture, no?" "I spent a year there with my parents when they fled the Middle East. I was only a child then but grew to love the place. So where are you from?" Zinah asked, taking in the stunning blue frock of her new friend. The straps of the dress were lace, as was the whole of the bodice, over a straight skirt section that again was in a fine lace and whose hem must have stopped only an inch or two below her pussy line. She was surprised to see that Laure did not shave her armpits or cunt. The hairs were sprouting through the lace at the apex of her thighs, and when she gesticulated as she talked, so the dark bush of hair under each arm was readily on view. In contrast, her head was shaven, not just kept short. At her neck was a fine gold choker chain with a large ring attached. On her wrists were two chain bracelets with large rings and there were anklets in the same design that jingled as Laure approached and kissed her on both cheeks in the traditional French way. A theme was developing here that left both Zinah and Alexa excited and yet anxious too. What were they letting themselves in for? It was one thing coming out to each other, but to then be thrust into a party by her mother, Zinah was unsure. However, Laure fascinated her as much as Yvette did Alexa. She felt her pussy lips swell, and her teats harden involuntarily. Even more so given that Laure did not let go but put her arm around Zinah and whispered, "I love your scent" which, given all she herself could smell was not Paul Smith's range but her own pussy, left her even more aroused. "Da-a-arling," Laure called, in her heavy accent, "This woman is sooo beautiful, as is her friend. Who else eez coming this evening?" "I have a few surprises up my sleeve, not least that the Dean of Faculty has agreed to join us in about an hour. We will need to all be on our best behaviour for that meeting, but I have found a way to manage her." ____________________________ David launched into an unprompted briefing for his guests on the Dean. "Dean Marjorie Plumpton-Dyce is known as a severe woman, but is stunningly beautiful at over six feet tall in her stocking feet. She never wears flat heels you may notice, so towers at about 6'6" (two metres) in the amazing shoes she wears. For her estimated age of 39 she is the youngest Dean the College has ever had. She was born into the family of an Anglo-Swiss Chemical Manufacturing company and took over at the age of 24 when her parents and brothers were all killed in a terrorist incident. She had only just left Cambridge University (UK) with a first in Bio-Chemistry and was faced with the prospect of running a major player on the world chemicals stage. Within two years she had trebled its profit, increased its workforce and bought at least another four big players. Then she passed the daily control to her sister, Amelie, and took up the challenge of taking over the College as Dean whilst staying Chairperson for the Dyce Chemical Consortium which was not to be confused with HCI Dyce of Ogden, Utah (though rumour has it she does have her eye on buying them) or any of the other ones with similar names. Her agreement as Dean was to create the world's best centre of excellence in Bio-Chemistry. My work on RHT, and I don't wish to brag just share a fact, is seen as a major step in achieving that goal. So, there is a lot riding on the production of this new drug which will take place in her Munich and Birmingham (UK) plants." "What about her husband, Alex, is he coming?" asked Laure, with a noticeable twinkle in her eye. 'What was that about?' Thought Zinah. "Oh yes, the 'toy boy'." "Toy boy?" Alexa and Zinah asked together. "Where have you been for the past few years?" asked Yvette as she sipped delicately at a Daiquiri that had been mixed and strained into a glass by Lucy. "The Dean has a thing for young men with big cocks and proportionate brains. This one she has married but she is known to have a group of men who are all in their early 20's at her beck and call. All are scientists, all potential nerds but she sees that they are groomed by her personal coach who is a dab hand at training people in manners and social skills. This woman has her work cut out as I'm sure you can testify from the bright but socially inept you meet on your courses?" "Her coach is coming tonight as well," said David, interrupting. "And may I introduce my dear neighbours, William and Joyce Bentall. They have lived in this area since they were childhood sweethearts so can tell you everything there is to know about the growth of the campus. William is in Fine Arts dealing and Joyce is a housewife with more charity roles than I have degrees and that is going some." They were in their early 50's. Mrs Bentall looked embarrassed and slightly awkward, smiling weakly, especially when the two other women met them and she noticed their obvious lack of underwear. She herself was dressed in a rather plain, but attractive floral pattern dress that emphasised her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were heavy and clearly supported by a cantilever device of epic proportions. Bra design was a blessing in its science. Her shoes were black, simple and with a small heel. This was a woman who dressed smartly but functionally, trying to hide a body that was at one sexy and surprisingly young looking for her age. She had no wrinkles on her face bar little laughter lines to her eyes and no veins on her legs. Those eyes were beautiful if revealed but were currently hidden behind some badly chosen dark framed glasses. Her husband was also simply dressed. He was kitted in a plain black suit that could have come from Marks and Spencer's or the like. His tie was the only bit of colour and if anything a little bright given the funereal nature of his other clothing. Shoes were polished like a military man, which as Alexa judged from his bearing was probably what he had been. He stood tall and proud, though the redness of his neck and face suggested there might be a stiffness of character that had more to do with the women than his army training. "Please feel free to loosen your tie William. You look a little hot," David said, with obvious amusement in his eyes. "I am so glad the two of you could come and share my triumph. It will be such good news for the town and the College." Lucy offered them two of her special cocktails, and continued to serve as more guests arrived until as Zinah and Alexa had guessed there would be nine full alcoves. There were all shapes, all sizes but it was noticeable that there were nine married couples who seemed to have mellowed into routine relationships with each other. For example, all had separate careers or one or the other was a houseparent and one referenced 'the kids' while the other referenced 'work meetings and travel'. As Alexa, Zinah and the other three pairs of guests (same sex friends) talked to the arriving guests, they sensed the ordinariness of these people. They were bright, all between early 50's and late 30's. None of the women were ugly but all of them wearing clothes that hid rather than flattered or showed off their bodies and their men-folk were dull in their attire if not in conversation. No, by contrast most of the men had quite witty repartee, often peppered with ribald comments and double entendre that could raise a laugh from everyone other than their own partners. The light had gone out by the look of it and Zinah in particular felt like doing something radical to get their libidos kicked back into gear, especially the women. It was clear the men wanted to break out such was the lexical leakage of daring stories and strained sexual swear words, but permission was clearly not granted by 'the opposition'. Suddenly there was a clap of hands and David announced, "Friends, you have all been invited here to celebrate the release of my new product for Dyce Chemicals , RHT or Relaxant Hormone Therapy which has been specifically developed for a demographic group of 30 to 50 year olds in particular. This is the group that is at its most stressed out, with children and work taking the F out of their relationships. You may say there is no F in relationship and you are right, 'Most of you have no effing relationships!" He laughed at his joke, receiving a polite titter from some, though more sullen nods of agreement then anything. He continued. "This product kick-starts the brain to feel and to respond to love and emotion. It is Viagra for the interpersonal and I cannot think of a nicer group of people to share in its launch and see it on the road to success." He gestured to the alcoves, ushering any couples still standing to their designated areas. Then in a most dramatic way he called for silence and spoke, "In front of you is a DVD that is preset to play. It shows you what my research has been about and the results of the new drug. On the table next to the individual players, which are to enable the less bold to feel comfortable viewing by themselves, are free samples of the drugs. They have been tested rigorously and no side effects have been found, bar some exhaustion but that is a positive side effect and not of the drug. So please," he gestured, "View and sample if you so wish. Could each single guest please find a third space in each alcove, please? Thank you, now begin." Zinah sat with the Bentalls who looked positively glum at the mention of sex and the implication that this was a drug that helped that 'nasty side' of their relationship as Joyce called it. It was a long time since she had enjoyed fucking, she thought, anxious about what ideas the DVD might give her husband. Now William was on and off quicker than a rabbit in season, but that was of her making as she saw it as a wife's duty not pleasure. He was thinking that if there were any naked women on it he would be unable to stand for the erection he could get at the slightest glimpse of thigh or breast he was that deprived. However, being English gentlefolk they sat obediently, no matter how embarrassed, and put on their earphones before each pressed play. The first part was a lecture on relationships and the parts of the brain stimulated and used according to the type, from anger through to when the couples felt sexy. Then there was a lengthy explanation of why with constant battering by modern society's materialistic demands and work patterns, couples' areas of the brain associated with positive relationships broke down or deteriorated. Synaptic transmission between areas ceased or misfired. It was interesting but Zinah was about ready to switch off when suddenly a naked man and woman appeared on screen. 'Good God,' she said to herself, 'It's David and Lucy!' She smiled, seeing his cock so long and thick yet still not erect and his wife's body so slim and beautiful. She had nipple rings and a clitoral piercing, just like her mother had had done. His cock had a Prince Albert. She had to rewind to hear the commentary again she was so distracted. She noticed Joyce had done the same, but William had carried on. David was speaking again... "Despite the use of clitoral and penile piercings to try and enliven our marriage, there was a definite loss of mutual libido which sapped away at the fulfilment of a loving relationship. Looking at that famous triangle of features that are needed to create true love - on the one side commitment, on the other passion and on the third intimacy - this marriage had commitment and intimacy (even going to the extent of genital pain to try to gain love) but without passion. In others, the sides missing were intimacy or commitment. However, all couples involved in the study that we did before examining the bio-chemical causes reported they did not want to form relationships again with new partners, they wanted to have back the old sparkle in their existing ones. So, we started to look deeper at 'why' the relationships were breaking down and it was not the kids who were the main cause, it was lack of sexual energy that we found was located in a primitive and previously hidden location of the brain. That led in a nutshell to us identifying a drug that could re-stimulate the zone, permanently. 'Yes, permanently'," the DVD repeated, anticipating the intrigued and sometimes jaw dropping incredulity of his audience. "All the couples used were in the same situation, or worse, than us. Watch them under laboratory conditions." Emotionally stirring music filled the ears, as couples took a tablet each and retired to their bedroom suites under the watchful eye of the cameras. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then a woman began to shift in her chair, stroking the back of her neck. She was looking at her husband in a different way to the disinterested one before. Then her fingers began to play with her blouse, but rather than some clichéd sex film where suddenly all her clothes came off the drug had an effect more akin to sodium pentothal. She began to tell the truth about how she was feeling as follows... "Honey," she said in her sugary Texan drawl, "I am feeling so horny. My pussy feels so on fire that I want your dick juice to cool it. Could you do that for me honey?" His reaction was startling. It was clear the drug was taking longer to work on him, but it did not stop him reacting with a look of sheer lust. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, turning from the mild-mannered man who looked more like a submissive than a dominant male. "Oh, YES, honey I will," and she looked up at the camera, winked and literally tore the buttons off her blouse. Zinah giggled, looking around furtively at the other observers, but noticing they were too wrapped up in watching to care about her indiscretions. Then she realised her pussy was wet again and her legs were less than discretely opened, and she felt so horny. And so too was the woman on screen, whose clothing was nothing but a discarded heap on the floor and her husband's thick black cock was only inches from her wide open thighs. She was leaning back, waiting for some 'black on white' that she had not had (they found out later) in eight long years; bar the janitor at the school who had poked her on his last day after her primary teaching classes. She had attended bible school to assuage the guilt ever since but all that did was sap her libido. That image of fucking the janitor she was to confess spurred her on as her husband plunged into her, apparently without any of the drug as he had been given a placebo treatment. Her nice little breasts jiggled and wiggled, her mouth screamed obscenities as she demanded he go harder and harder, and then she let burst with an ear-piercing squeal of absolute, unadulterated delight. Alexa looked round from her alcove with its suppressed couple of 30 year olds. They told her they had been together since school and into college but now had only their jobs and a modicum of time for intimacy which was usually overtaken by tiredness. Both had the most beautiful eyes and she suspected bodies under the rather tired clothing that matched their tired sighs of resignation, but both watched the film avidly, occasionally touching each others' hands as if in reassurance and clear affection whatever their work life was doing to them. She looked over their shoulders to see that they had replayed a scene where the sex therapist, Lucy apparently, had entered the subjects' bedroom-cum-research area and Ellie, the wife, had spontaneously invited her to join them. It transpired afterwards that only the husband had been given the drug, but its power was such that he was able to influence her to 'follow her fantasies'. She, just like the man Zinah had watched, believed that they were taking the drug. A commentary, after a very graphic 69 scene where Ellie was licked and licked by Lucy to numerous orgasms while her husband took turns in fucking their upturned arses, stated that the researchers were concerned that there was so strong a placebo effect because subjects knew they were part of a 'sex experiment'. So, the next films were of volunteers who were told they would be put on a list for the treatment but to not expect it to start for 6 months. In the meantime they were to carry on as normal and just take some vitamin tablets for a few weeks as prescribed to ensure they were healthy. Half were given the RHT, half a sugar pill. None of the ones on the sugar pill reported any changes in libido or loving behaviour, but the other group had changed ';wildly, reporting sexual intercourse nightly, with some (welcome) fatigue. Two had split up out of the 100 tested but were now in same-sex relationships and the treatment had allowed them to be honest and fulfilled. At least 80% of the group had sought out advanced sexual play, including BDSM and group sex. This included two couples who had considered themselves so religious that they would 'never indulge in such sordid acts', yet under interview proudly announced they were now swinging together. They had not stopped praying, only their neighbours on the same programme fucked them after church every Sunday and sodomy was no longer viewed as a sin.