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The Experiment

By: Pippa



I had been out clubbing these last few weeks, trying to screw my name into the record books after the break-up of my marriage. I had been lucky on this last occasion and had met twin sisters. They were both extremely beautiful, 5'4" tall and exuded an air of permanent sexuality. Claire was the youngest by about six minutes, she was a real tearaway and, seemingly up for anything. Rachel however, although extremely pleasant, was much more demure, the professional type with her head securely on her shoulders.

I am a professional sound recording engineer with liberal opportunity to use the sound studios free of charge. My hobby however is hypnotism and for months now I'd been cooking up a very interesting idea that I really wanted to try out. Hypnotism, through 'Subliminal Message Transference'. The whole idea was that I could suggest things to a person deeply enough that they would obey my instructions implicitly, all at the use of a trigger word that I'd implant into their subconscious mind.

The twins seemed to be the perfect opportunity for me to try out my little 'experiment'. During some free time at the studio I began to hatch my little plot. Firstly I recorded my voice in a smooth baritone, gently laying the instruction that whomsoever was listening to the music on this tape would love it so much that the subject, would need to have a copy of their own. I continued to lie this deeply into their minds, changing the way that they were told but always imprinting the same message. Next I lay some very catchy trance music over the top of my voice so that only the music could be heard by the conscious mind. The message however would, I hoped bury itself deeply into their subconscious. I repeated the process using the same music but this time, the subliminal messaging was far more explicit. It instructed the listener to obey my voice whenever I used a trigger word. I made several copies of each and returned home, ready to try out my plan of action.

I'd already invited the twins over that evening for a home cooked meal and drinks. They knew that I'd been mixing some music tapes and I'd told them that I'd appreciate their input and critique. They arrived promptly at eight and I played the first tape immediately as background music, knowing that the longer they listened, the more likely it would be that the subliminal messaging would take effect.

After dinner, I poured us all some drinks and played the tape again but louder, asking them both to listen carefully and make any comments afterwards.

The first tape worked wonderfully and both girls asked me if they could have copies to take with them. I agreed readily, handing them both the second tapes with the order to obey me subliminally working on them.

They left about midnight, promising to return for another evening of drinks and cards the following week. I knew that they'd be listening to the tapes throughout the week that followed and hoped intently that my trigger would work the next time that we all met.

The next weekend.

True to their word, the girls returned the following Saturday evening and we chatted inanely about all and nothing. The trigger word that I'd implanted was 'Poker' and sure enough, as soon as I suggested we play it, they both seemed to get a far away look in their eyes. They seemed to return to normal, yet each was eager to agree that we played. I wasn't sure if the trigger had worked so, I suggested that we make the game interesting and play strip poker rather than the ordinary type. Once again at the mention of the word poker, they both seemed to glaze over a bit and, once again they agreed readily. Still unsure of myself, I decided to try a little auto suggestion to see if they would obey my instructions. I made a vague comment about it being very warm in the flat and wouldn't they feel more comfortable if they stripped to their underwear?

Much to my glee and excitement, both girls stood up and stripped of their outer layer of clothing. I was certain now that my trigger had worked and decided to have a little fun.

We began by playing strip poker, as agreed, but no matter what cards I held, the girls always believed that I had won. Slowly but surely, I watched as they peeled off item after item of clothing until both were naked as the day they were born. Having reached this point in the game, I suggested that we continue to play but that if the girls lost again, they would have to accept a forfeit of my choice. Without hesitation, both girls agreed and giggled at the thought of what they might be gambling away. I decided to lose a few hands, just to make myself more comfortable and soon I was sitting in just a t-shirt and my boxer shorts. 

Claire, being the most receptive and open minded of the two in everyday life, was the girl I chose to lose first. She looked over at me questioningly and said, "So, what's it to be then?" My mind was agog with possibilities but, at this early stage, I decided not to push things along too quickly. 

"Put my tape on, would you? Then you can do an erotic dance for us both to enjoy. Your first forfeit will last for five minutes." I said to her, sounding more confident than I felt. Immediately and without argument, Clair started playing the tape and the rhythmic dance beat of my compilation filled the air. As if she were a professional lap dancer, her lithe body began its sensual movements as she swayed and rocked her limbs in front of us. Graceful and yet erotic moves burgeoned from her torso, as she began to bump and grind her body. Her hands started to caress her skin, starting at her neck and moving slowly down over her pert breasts. Her nipples reacted suddenly, rapidly becoming erect and tensile. She continued her caress, lowering her hands until they were tickling her inner thighs. She bent in front of me as she did so, her pussy only inches from my face. I could see her lips beginning to glisten as her fingers brushed over them. A faint whiff of her juices reached my nose, tempting my olfactory senses teasingly. Without a word, she knelt right in front of me, bending backwards and arching her back, exposing her delicious mons to me. Her fingers eased her lips apart and… she stopped. "That's my five minutes. Let's play another hand." Throbbing deliciously, my member strained against the material of my boxers as we sat to play the next hand. I decided to turn my attention to Rachel this time and, sure enough, she lost the next round. "I suppose that means that it's my turn to forfeit." She commented coolly. "You'll have to give me a chance to top my sister's performance though." She said brazenly, as she stared right into my eyes. 

"Okay Rachel, then your performance will be to masturbate for us. Right here on the lounge floor and again, for a full five minutes. The challenge though, will be to see if you can make yourself orgasm within that time." 

Rachel didn't even bat an eyelid, as she lay herself on the floor in front of us. She began by caressing her entire body, sending frissons and shivers down her spine. They in turn made her jump in little jerks as she reached down to start working her pussy for us. Her digits worked expertly on her ever moistening mons. Gently at first, waking the sleeping monster that lay within. Gradually she began to insert her fingers, one at a time, pumping in time to the music. Quicker and more energetically as she progressed, until she was thumping four fingers in and out of herself, ferociously beckoning her orgasm to come. Just as her time was nearly up, she bucked violently, moaning and grunting with passion. Release came in the form of a scream as her pussy juices flowed freely over her hand. She gasped and drew in breath as if she were drowning. Gradually allowing herself to return to her calm and peaceful self. "How did I do?" was all she said, as she grinned up at me happily. 

"Very well, my sweet." Was my reply. I turned to the two girls and said, "How about one more hand, but this time winner takes all. Whoever has the highest hand gets the other two as their sex slaves for the night?" I needn't have worried as the affirmative response I got was both immediate and sincere. We played the hand out and, of course I beat them both. "Well then girls, I think we should start with the two of you putting on a little show for Me." Moving the furniture from the middle of the room, I continued, "I would like you both to make love to each other while I watch. Be sure to make each other cum and once you have, we'll take it from there."

No sooner had I uttered my last word but that Rachel leaned forward and planted a long, deep French kiss onto her twin sister Claire's inviting mouth. Claire responded passionately and grabbing Rachel by the hand, she led her to the middle of the room, laying her gently onto the shag pile carpet. Pressing her boobs into Rachel's flesh she proceeded to massage her body in that way whilst, all the while kissing and licking other areas that were afforded her. Rachel responded by manoeuvring her face between her sibling's thighs. She nipped, bit, licked and nibbled until her mouth found Claire's moist honey pot. 

The instant that her nose plunged into this treasure trove, she redoubled her efforts as her tongue went into overdrive. Claire was caught by the ferocity of this attention and, in no time at all she was bucking like a bronco on her twin's face. She exploded as her orgasms fired through her body. Six, eight, twelve times her cunt exploded with sheer ecstasy. As she began to recover, she started her own onslaught on her sister's mound. No more delicate teasing, there was a score to be settled. 

I watched in awe as Claire found each and every hot spot in Rachel's vagina. She pulled, she tongued, and she fingered her twin for all she was worth until, as she nipped on the throbbing clit that was there in her mouth, Rachel finally succumbed. Their goal achieved, the girls stopped their performance and hugged each other closely. As if one they both looked up into my eyes, simultaneously cracking a sexy, cheeky grin. Together they purred up at me. "Did you like the show?"

To be continued...

The Experiment



Ever since I shifted to Bombay, 'dating' in the true sense of the word had left my life. My sex life was primarily going around town with friends to various parties, meeting guys and hooking up. 

But a year and a half ago, life took an interesting turn. It's around the time I stopped writing on Literotica as well, because a new man was about to enter my life and was going to be there for a while. 

It was at an after work party in February 2014, a week before Valentine's Day, that I first met Rishi (name changed). I was dressed in a flowing red gown, with a neckline resting just under my cleavage. 

I didn't even notice him till I went to the bar to get a drink when he came up behind me. "Let me get that for you," Rishi said with a confident grin. Slightly tanned, muscular but not totally ripped, and about half a foot taller than me (I'm 5'7), I quickly gave my first judgement and let him buy me the drink. 

"I hope you know, this isn't the first free drink I've gotten tonight," I told him with an air of superiority as I didn't want to let him know I was a tad attracted to him. 

"I would be surprised if it is, but it's definitely the first free drink that has got you engaged in a conversation," was his quick reply. 

I liked his wit and his confidence. There was an air of class about him. Typically, in such situations the guys hand reaches my butt, but Rishi was not like others. 

We kept flirting and getting to know each other. I had forgotten about my friends and was with him for over an hour at the same spot, ordering drink after drink. Rishi had not yet tried to feel me up but his eyes were pouring deep into mine. He knew he didn't need to rush things, he knew he had me. 

As the call for the last drinks arrived, I walked out of the club with him, wondering whether he'd ask me to come home. He grabbed my hand and with his other hand he brushed my hair off my face as he looked at me. I thought he was about to kiss me, but he surprised me, "I really like you Ria. I want to take you out for a date. Cheesy as it sounds, Valentine's Day seems perfect," he told. 

I doubt I blushed like that ever as I nodded. The night ended with him dropping me home. 

That night, I could hardly sleep. I tossed and turned, drank water. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I could just see his well toned body. I couldn't take it anymore. I went into the bathtub, stepped into the warm water and started parting my pussy lips.  

My finger nails scraped and parted my pussy lips as the water gushed in to soothe it immediately. I slunk in further into the pool, resting my head at the edge of the tub as I began to moan and imagine Rishi gently playing with my pussy. My other hand massaged my breasts lightly as I kept moaning. 

Less than half an hour into this, I was cumming like I never had while masturbating. 

The next week just zipped by. I did manage to buy a nice black saree for our upcoming date. But I just couldn't wait till the 14th. 

Like a perfect gentleman, Rishi came to pick me up in his Land Rover at around 8. "You look absolutely stunning," he said as I walked out of my house. My black saree had intricate work in silver, slightly translucent. I was wearing a halter neck blouse with it which showed off my cleavage as well as my back. He was dressed in a grey suit with a black shirt but open collar to be a little casual. 

He had reservations at one of the premier Italian restaurants in the city. "You know I haven't been on a date since I was 21," I told him as we waited for the food to arrive. 

He chuckled, "Don't tell me you are a virgin". "Absolutely not. But you know how this city is. Dating is just too time consuming!" I said. 

"Perhaps it's time you slow down and enjoy things a bit more," he told me. 

I could understand what he meant. I had been used to getting sex when I wanted, how I wanted and with whomsoever I wanted it. To hold back was unnatural for me. It was a turn on, I had not felt before. Looking forward to the rewards of patience was the only thing on my mind. 

While we were having dinner, I decided to be honest and tell him about how I have lived my life. To my surprise, he wasn't bothered about it. Probably because he spent half his life in the UK, which I found out during dinner. 

The food was sumptuous. But while we were finishing desert, my anticipation began to rise again. 

It was almost surreal. The need to feel him inside me left me quite speechless on the drive back to my home. I felt he would think I am idiot. 

But as we were approaching my house and parked his car, I felt I had lost him. I was wrong. As soon as I was turning to open the door, I felt his hand come around my waist. I turned to face him. We didn't say a word as our lips approached each others almost as if they were magnetised. 

I began to suck on his lower lip as I felt his grip around my waist tighten. My body was arching on his forearm as our lips locked with each others. He reclined the passenger chair to get a better leverage on top of me and began to peck away at my lips. 

As he caressed my face, I moaned softly and pulled his face towards mine. We kept kissing while my hands played with his hair. He kissed every inch of my face and moved to lightly lick my earlobes as I bit my lips.

He began to kiss and nibble on my neck. I decided to let him take charge of the pace and let him do what he was doing as he kept pleasuring me. 

He hadn't yet touched my breasts or my pussy yet I was on fire. I was leaking juices making my panties drenched. I could smell my own sex which I bet he could too. 

As we kissed again, he pulled up the passenger chair. I glanced at his crotch and a massive flagpole was there. "Aren't you going to come up?" I asked. "Not on the first date!" he replied.

I was rather shocked but impressed. As I kissed him goodbye and went back up. My panties totally drenched, nipples so hard it hurt, I decided to masturbate that night as well. 

As I went to sleep that night, I decided, two can play this game of tease! 

We met again over the weekend. This time he asked me to come to his place. I knew what he had in mind. But he didn't know my control.

Wearing a tiny denim skirt and a tank top, I went over to his place. After dinner which he cooked for us, we were watching Original Sin. During the movie, we began to kiss. But unlike last time, after the first few minutes of our lip lock, his hands began to cup my breasts. 

I smiled to myself and kissed him back before biting his earlobe and telling him, "Tonight, its my rules." 

I climbed onto his lap and hiked up my skirt just enough for my panties to graze against his crotch. 

As I kissed him and made my tongue play with his, I grinned slowly on his lap. His cock was stiffening up and began to poke against my panties. I began to kiss his neck and leave a love bite. By now his cock was well and truly hard. My feet pushed his shorts down so that his cock tip could feel the wet patch on my pussy. 

It teased me as well. I wanted to just remove my panties and slide onto his cock. But I resisted. I took his shirt off and began to kiss his chest. My tongue would just flick his nipples a couple of times before I slid down kissing his body all along. 

I made sure not to touch his cock as I kissed around it. His moans were turning into groans. He tried to guide his cock towards my mouth but I declined. 

I kept kissing around his cock. Licking up his thighs all the way till his balls. His cock tip was more than glistening in the pre-cum. It was completely wet with the pre-cum. 

I decided it was time. I got up gave him a kiss, pulled my skirt down and said, "The rest for next time." 

Rishi just laughed as winked at me while I stepped out of the door. 

When I checked the phone after reaching home, I saw a message from him saying "After you left I masturbated. Don't think I've cum so much ever!" 

I was out of town travelling for a week next and he got busy with work too, but kept texting and sexting each other. 

Finally, after two weeks, we got time to meet. He came over to my place. I wore the same dress that I wore when I first met him at the bar. Clearly he liked it. 

After the first couple of drinks we began to make out on my couch. He grabbed my neck and began kissing down my neckline while his other hand began to undo the dress behind my back. 

My hands guided his head towards my boobs. For the first time since he met me, he touched my naked breasts. My dress now dropped around my waist as I stood in front of him while he sat on the couch. His tongue circled my nipple before it got engulfed in his mouth. His hand softly pinching my other nipple. 

I began to moan loudly as I held on to his head. He grabbed my ass, lifted me up, spun me around and thumped me on the couch, all while his mouth gorged on my nipples. My body arched in pleasure as I moaned louder. 

He began to move lower as he tugged hard and got my dress over my ass curve and took it off. He went down and sniffed above my pussy. "Ahhhh that sweet smell which was in my car on Feb 14," he said as his smelt my pussy blissfully. 

With his thumb he began to rub the length of my pussy lips. As I tried to bring my hand back onto his head to guide it towards my pussy, he took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed my hands above my head. 

I moaned and arched my body as he teased my pussy. Licking it ever so often but mostly kissing around it. My pussy kept producing juices which kept leaking and glistening his chin up. 

Finally, his lips parted my pussy lips as his tongue darted into me. It was almost as if he was making out with my pussy. 

I grabbed the material of the couch as I arched my body and moaned louder. This was incredible. We have teased each other for almost a month now and I wanted him completely tonight. I didn't think my pussy would ever dry up because of the amount of build up in the juices. 

He finally got up and dropped his pants. He was as turned on as I was and his cock tip was glistening in pre-cum glory. "I don't think you need condoms," he said and without even waiting for my reply he entered my pussy with his cock. It slipped in easily despite its thickness and its length. 

It was like a well oiled machine. His cock hit the depths of my pussy and my pussy lips clenched onto his cock. Our juices were providing tremendous lubrication as he began to raise the tempo. 

Every nerve in my body seemed to be electrified as I felt his throbbing tool fuck my pussy. He bent down to undo my handcuffs and my hands immediately went to his back. My nails dug into his back and scratched it as I kept pulling him deeper and deeper. My pussy walls were getting stretched but still I kept getting wetter. 

He picked me up and fucked me while carrying me before slamming me down on the couch again. This is when my body convulsed and as I hit my first orgasm. The warmth of the gushing juices triggered him off as he shot load after load deep into my pussy. 

Both of us were far from done. We just looked at each other and trudged back into the bedroom while sharing a cigarette. 

As we went onto the bed, I gave the smoke to him while I began to lick his cock. I loved the sweet and salty taste of our mixed juices on his cock. But I could feel life returning to his cock. I began to lick it and suck it back to life as I got into 69 with him. But I was surprised and impressed at what he was doing. While licking my pussy and inducing more juices, he spread it to my asshole. 

Before too long, his cock was throbbing again. With me on my all fours, he came behind me and spread my butt cheeks as he aimed his cock for my butthole. He took a picture and showed me my butthole gleaming in my own pussy juices as his cocktip began to enter my ass. The pain was soon turning to pleasure as my mouth opened for a scream but was now letting out a loud moan. 

He grabbed my waist for leverage as he kept pounding my ass. My butthole was now becoming comfortable to his cock as I raised up my body to rest my back against his chest. His hand cupped my breasts while pinching my nipples while his finger began to fuck my pussy. 

It was as if his finger wanted to explore every inch of my pussy as I began to cum again resting on him. 

He, however, didn't stop. He made my me lick his fingers clean to taste my own juices as he turned me around and took himself out of my ass. He covered my tits in my juices before he proceeded to lick it clean and fuck my pussy again. 

The warmth of my pussy engulfed his cock. I was in a different zone. A high no drug has given me. As we fucked away to another orgasm.

He had shot his load in me twice and this time he was exhausted. It was an hour or two to dawn before we showered and slept off naked. 

Next morning he was spooning me. He woke up before me and his hands were playing with my pussy to wake me up. He kissed me and said. "I want all my mornings to be like this. Lets move in together." 

Less than a month later, sometime around May 2014, we moved in. For almost a year, we fucked like bunnies. But what probably started off as love had turned completely to lust. In December 2014, I got pregnant with his baby. But I didn't tell him and had it aborted. Once he found out about it, we both agree the time to end whatever we had had come. 

I am now single again and back on Literotica.



The Experiment



"What the hell do you think you're doing you dirty young bastard," yelled Maureen, aiming a stinging blow at Sean's face.

Sean leapt up from the sofa holding his reddening cheek and spluttering, "What the hell did you do that for?"

"You know bloody well why I did it, you touched me."

"It was only a friendly little touch; there was no harm in it."

"No harm...no harm, you filthy beast; you pinched my tit."

"I did not pinch it; I just gave it a gentle squeeze."

"It's the same thing, and me your mother and your father hardly cold in his grave."

"Maureen, you're not my mother and father's been dead for nearly two years."

"Well, step-mother then, and I'll mourn Patrick until the day I die."

"That's it! I was trying to comfort you."

"Ha, next thing you'll be trying to comfort me by putting your hand up my skirt."

"If you think it'd help I'd..."

Maureen jumped up, letting loose another yell and aimed a further blow at Sean. He managed to duck so she missed and knocked over the standard lamp instead.

"Calm down Maureen or you'll wake Deirdre up."

Maureen plonked down on the sofa again and trying another tack quavered, "How you can do such a thing to a woman twice your age I don't know, and she in deep mourning."

"Well," said Sean moving out of range, "You shouldn't have such beautiful boobs, and your not twice my age, your only twenty nine, it was father who was more than twice your age."

"Yes, and he was one of God's saints, though why I married him to take on a twenty year old lout like you I don't know."

"You married him because he got you pregnant with Deirdre after mum died, and as for being a saint..." 

"Don't you dare speak ill of the dead. Your father's in heaven now singing with the heavenly choir. He was one of God's angels..."

"Who got you pregnant."

"Well, we'd had a little too much to drink that night, and he had all the charm in the world. It's a wonder the birds themselves didn't come and sit on his shoulders like...like...er...Saint...er..."

"Saint Francis," said Sean. "I wonder if Saint Francis used to beat up his wife in the bedroom?"

"He didn't have a wife. Saints aren't allowed to have wives, and as Father Riley taught us when we were little girls, a husband is entitled to chastise his wife if he wants to."

"I bet some saints had wives, or at least had a bit on the side."

"May God scorch your tongue Sean Conroy. Father Riley was quite specific. Saints had to shun the evils of the flesh, as we all must do, or else we'll roast in hell fire for all eternity."

"Do you mean that even if you're married you have to avoid having...?"

"Father Riley said that married people could only have se...intimate relations if they intended to procreate." 

"Is that why father used to beat you up, because you wouldn't procreate with him?"

"Father Riley said..."

"Your always going on about Father Riley, where is he now?"

Maureen raised her eyes piously to heaven and said in a hushed voice, "The dear Father has long gone to his heavenly reward, God rest his soul." 

"Father Riley...Riley? Isn't he the one a few years back that was in all the newspapers because he interfered with little boys?"

"God strike you dead and send you to the eternal fires Sean Conroy. It was lies, all lies, he never touched me once."

"But you weren't a little boy, were you?"

"That makes no difference; it was all lies they said about him."

"There were fifteen boys who said it wasn't lies, and Father Riley did commit suicide."

"Those boys were sent by Satan to bring down an angelic man... and he died by accident."

"Funny sort of accident, tying a rope round a beam, putting a noose round your neck, standing on a stool and then kicking it away."

"He must have been trying to change a light bulb."

"With a noose round his neck?"

"That was what those tabloids of the Tempter wrote, but all journalists go to hell for the lies they tell, everyone knows that."

"I thought that was politicians and lawyers."

"Them too...and don't change the subject."

"I wasn't...er...what was the subject?"

"You trying to take advantage of the grieving widow of man who died a model of holy perfection."

"Maureen he died because he was drunk and stepped off the curb at a corner and under the wheels of O'Leary's car. It was a good job O'Leary was fully insured or we might have had to pay up for the damage to the car when O'Leary ran into a lamppost trying to avoid father."

Maureen dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. "It was a sad day for us all when the blessed man was taken from us. No woman had a better husband, and now I'm left with no one to console me in my grief."

"Well, I'll console you if you like."

"How the bloody hell can you console me standing right over there?"

"You might hit me again."

"There you are," wailed Maureen, "what am I saying? A stepson who won't give consolation to his grieving stepmother because he's frightened of a little blow. Ah, it's terrible times we've come to when a lonely widow can't find solace for her broken heart. Your father was never afraid of a blow."

"That's true," agreed Sean, "the only thing is, it was he who used to give the blows."

"I can see him now, standing in that bedroom in his long woolen underpants and socks. 'Maureen' he'd say..."

"Shouted," interrupted Sean.

"'Maureen' he'd say," went on Maureen ignoring the interruption; "'Maureen, a man's got to do what a man's got to do'."

"Yes, he always did like those cowboy films."

"Then he'd smack me one across the chops and he'd...Ah, he was a real man, not like some of the namby pamby weak-kneed men these days."

Sean had crept back cautiously to the sofa and seated himself beside Maureen, in the hope that he might not be classified as "weak-kneed."

"You mean if I smacked you across the chops you'd let me..."

"A real gentleman he was; it's a pity his son doesn't take after him. He knew how to treat a lady."

"But he used to throw up on the bedroom floor after you'd stopped screaming."

"Only when he was drunk."

"He was drunk nearly every night."

"And anyway, I never screamed because he hit me. It was only when he threw me on the bed and...how dare you pry into your parent's intimate relations! The next thing is you'll be spying on me when I'm undressing."

"I wasn't prying, you were just telling me."

"By all the saints in heaven, the next thing you'll be doing is denying you've got carnal thoughts about me. Father Riley used to say all men have carnal..."

"I thought we'd dealt with him."

"Don't you try changing the subject again, Sean Conroy. I've seen you trying to look down the top of my dress, and peep up my skirt when it just happens to slip up to the top of my thighs when I'm on the sofa having a nap..."

"And when you wander around in your bras and knickers," added Sean.

"I never wander around in my bras and knickers. I just happen to be of changing my dress."

"In the lounge?"

"Well, it's cold in that bedroom in the winter."

"You never used to change in the lounge when father was alive."

"I've told you, he was a sainted man and wouldn't have liked to see his wife displaying...er...exhibiting...er..."

"Flaunting her self?"

Maureen's hand came back ready to strike a backhanded blow. Sean had been on the alert for this and managed to avoid the blow. Maureen's hand hit the wall behind the sofa with a might thwack. 

She let out a loud wail and yelled, "You've broken my hand. You can get sent to prison for assaulting your stepmother."

"I never touched you."

"No, of course not," she howled, sucking the back of her hand. "You wouldn't have the guts to touch a woman because you're afraid you couldn't handle her."

"I could..."

"You can't even console your sorrowing stepmother because you're scared you'll have lascivious thoughts and want to touch her bosom and put your hand up her..."

"I wouldn't have la...er ...what does 'lascivious' mean?"

"Eh? Oh...er...look it up in the bloody dictionary, it's over thereon the sideboard."

Sean brought the dictionary and thumbed through it. "Larynx, Lascar, Lascivious...here it is."

"Well, what does it say?"

"'Lustful', 'wanton'; 'inciting to lust'. How did you hear that word 'Lascivious'?"

"Father Riley told us we mustn't have lascivious thoughts."

"But you didn't know what it meant?"

"Not exactly, but the Father was always going on about sins of the flesh, carnal desires and not letting anyone touch our private parts, I sort of worked out that it had something to do with naughty thoughts."

"So if I have thoughts about touching your boobs, I'm having naughty or lascivious thoughts?"

"Yes...well, no...well not necessarily."

"Yes or no?"

"Well you see, as Father Riley used to say, sometimes you can't help having the thoughts. It's only if you do what you're thinking that you are committing sin. Of course, he did say that there are some people who are allowed to have these lascivious thoughts and do what they're thinking."

"Who, married people?"

"I told you before, only if they're going to procreate, that's what Father Riley said."

"You and dad didn't procreate after Deirdre, but I heard him banging into you night after night."

Maureen prepared to strike another blow but changed her mind.

"You're a filthy minded animal Sean Conroy. How a saintly man like..."

"Oh for God's sake, don't start that again. Who did Father Riley say could have lascivious thoughts and do something with them?"

"He didn't exactly say, but he did show us what he meant."

"How?"

"He said we mustn't let anyone touch our private parts. I didn't know what 'private parts' were, so I asked him."

"And?"

"He showed me."

"How did he show you?"

"Well...he sort of touched me and said, 'That's your private parts, Maureen'."

"You mean he touched your...? You said he never touched you!"

"Only to help me understand."

"So he was one of those people who are allowed to have lascivious thoughts and can do them?"

"I...er...yes, I suppose he was."

"But if I have lascivious thoughts I mustn't do anything about them?"

"Father Riley did say that if we had thoughts like that we had to take a cold shower."

"But if you or I have lascivious thoughts, we can't take a cold shower."

"What not?"

"We've only got a bath."

"Yes, of course. Perhaps a cold bath would have the same effect?"

"Or we could go out and stand in the rain."

"Yes, we could, but suppose it isn't raining?"

"Then we'd better go and dig Father Riley up and ask him. I don't think dad had many cold baths and he was only in the rain when he was walking home drunk."

"That's true."

"Do you have cold baths?"

"No."

"Does that mean you don't have lascivious thoughts?"

"Yes...no...yes...well, just sometimes."

"Are you afraid of having lascivious thoughts?"

"No, why?"

"You said I wouldn't comfort you because I was afraid of having lascivious thoughts about you."

"Yes."

"But if you're not afraid of having lascivious thoughts, why do you think I am?"

"Because you've never comforted me."

"I have! I was comforting you a little while ago when you hit me."

"That was the first time and you took me by surprise."

"I've often comforted you; think of all the times we've talked and you've told me how sad you are."

"Yes, but real comforting is when you touch someone and hug them and..."

"Then get hit?"

"Only if you surprise me."

"If I comfort you now, will that be a surprise?"

"No, I'd be expecting it." 

"Suppose I touched your boobs and had lascivious thoughts?"

"Do you think you would?"

"Would what? Touch your boobs or have lascivious thoughts?"

"Both." 

"Possibly."

"But you wouldn't do anything about the thoughts?"

"I might."

"Do you mean," whispered Maureen, suiting word to action, "if I undid my shirt like this, and then undid my bras so you could see my boobs naked, you might have lascivious thoughts?"

"I think I might."

"But you wouldn't do anything about those thoughts...I mean, you wouldn't put your hand on them like this," murmured Maureen, taking Sean's hand and placing it on her large and firm mammary glands." 

"I...er" gulped Sean. 

"And you wouldn't press my nipple like this?"

"Did Father Riley say boobs are private parts?"

"He didn't say."

"He didn't touch you there, then?"

"No, because I didn't have any boobs for him to touch then."

"Ah."

"Do you think if I took my shirt right off and lay back like this, you might think lasciviously about sucking my nipples?" She lay back pulling Sean's head down to her breasts, and lifting up one delicious mound, popped the nipple into his mouth.

"You wouldn't go as far as that, would you?"

"Mbble," replied Sean, not releasing the delicious morsal from his oral cavity. 

"Just stop that for a moment, Sean, because I've got to ask you something else."

She tugged Sean's head away from her causing her breast to elongate as Sean tried to still hang on to the nipple.

"Do let go, darling, we have to continue this experiment in moral philosophy." 

"What that?"

"It's the study of...oh never mind, there's something I've got to know."

"What?"

"If I stand up and take off my skirt, then pull down my knickers; "Does that give you lascivious thoughts?"

"Bloody hell, yes."

"And if I lay down on the couch like this and opened my legs nice and wide does that give you the thoughts as well?"

"Ya...bloody hell..."

"If I take you hand and put one finger on my private parts...would that...?"

"No, I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"That's your private parts, and you remember, you said Father Riley told you no one must touch your private parts – except him of course. But I'm not a priest."

"Oh, bugger Father Riley, I want to know, would you put your finger inside my private parts?"

Holding Sean's extended finger firmly Maureen slid it into her private parts. "You wouldn't do that, would you?...Neea, Jesus that's nice."

"No, of course not."

"And if I took your clothes off like this, and then opened my legs even wider, you might have more lascivious thoughts, but you wouldn't lie on top of me and put your private parts inside my private parts, would you."

Hauled down by Maureen Sean came on top of her and she drew his private parts to hers, and giving a tug on his buttocks he was impelled inside her warm wet private parts.

"Of course, you can't put your private parts inside my private parts and move your private parts in and out unless we are going to procreate...ooh ooow. If you do move like... aaah... that you might put some of that baby making...don't stop... stuff in me and we will procreate, and we don't want that," went on Maureen in a strained sort of voice that ended in a series of screams and her body leaping up and down.

"No," gasped Sean, "We don't want to procreate, it's...it's...aaagh." He suddenly groaned, and neither of them spoke comprehensibly for the next couple of minutes.

When they were able to speak with clarity again Maureen said, "I'm so glad you wouldn't act on the dictates of your lascivious thoughts."

"Yes, it's certainly good to know that I can resist the temptation of...what did the dictionary call it?"

"Lustful, wanton."

"That's it, 'Lustful, wanton'. But Maureen, we've been conducting an experiment, haven't we?"

"Yes, Sean." 

"I read somewhere that you must always repeat experiments many times to check that you always get the same result."

"You mean we should keep trying to see if it always comes out the same way?"

"Yes?"

"That's all right Sean, but this bloody sofa's uncomfortable, it's given me a crick in the back, so why don't you remove your private parts from my private parts, and then we can go to my bedroom and conduct future experiments there."

"But Maureen, I believe every experiment should be conducted in exactly the same way."

"Yes, but I don't think moving to another laboratory would make any difference."

"No, I suppose not."

"Well, don't just lie there, get off me and let's go to bed."

Sean removed himself from Maureen and hand in hand they departed for her bedroom...I mean the new laboratory."

Sean said, "You know Maureen, I think we've got a lot to thank Father Riley for."

"How's that?"

"Well, he did lead us to pose the lascivious thoughts hypothesis."

"God bless the dear man," sighed Maureen. "By the way, what the hell does hypothesis mean?" 



The Experiment



The subjects are told that the study measures women's sexual response. The financial reward is quite substantial - $1000.00 – and so the offer attracts a good number of college students. The "experiment" takes place off campus in a set of offices above a secondhand CD shop downtown. This does arouse suspicion in some of respondents, but the lure of the money overcomes many reservations. By the time Hannah walks through the office door I had been in town almost a week. Soon it would be time to get out – the local police would soon get to hear of the fake experiments.

Hannah was the perfect subject. She explained she needed the money to meet her tuition fees and to pay off several credit cards and so was quite desperate in her need for cash. Hannah though was a pretty and very ordinary young woman recently arrived from the suburbs. When she telephoned to arrange an appointment she explained that she had three sisters and she was the youngest, her Daddy's favorite. She loved animals and volunteered at a vet's office during school breaks. Her best qualities she thought were honesty and friendliness. She was facing me across an impressive looking desk. I was wearing a white coat over a slightly shabby tweed jacket. My old-fashioned glasses completed the picture of an objective social science interested only furthering knowledge.

Hannah was tall (she told me she played on the college volleyball team). Her reddish/brown hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, the end of which reached the small of her back. She was athletic, nineteen years-old, and deliciously innocent. She wore a pair of hip hugging black Levi jeans that exposed her midriff below her cut-off t-shirt. I noticed she was wearing sandals and that her finger nails and toes her manicured and unpainted. She wore no makeup.

I started my usual routine. I pushed a heap of forms for her to sign and left her alone. My spy hole allowed me to see her behave just as I expected and as others had done. She looked through the papers, paying special attention to the letterheads (The Institute for the Advancement of Women's Health). Then she looked around the room. There was a bookcase stuffed, in a slightly disorderly fashion, full of books about psychology and sociology. She inspected the degree certificates hanging on the wall. The first of the pile of documents invites the subject to telephone a number of names at impressive sounding institutions to confirm my credentials and the importance of the experiment she is participating in. This was the first crucial hurdle. The numbers were faked of course, but if a subject actually took the trouble to phone I would stop the process. Any young woman who is brave enough to phone an unknown professor who was head of a department or research institute would be trouble later on. I was right in my prediction that Hannah would sign the document acknowledging that she had confirmed the authenticity of the experiment. The other papers were quickly filled in and signed.

I resumed my seat opposite Hannah and read through her details. She had been a very good student at high school, liked reading and playing sports. She was from a small town in Kansas. Her father was an accountant and her mother a school teacher.

"So Hannah lets get started," I said cheerfully. I interrupted myself. "First things first. I can give you a check or cash? Which will it be?" Hannah, like all the others, chose cash. I passed the large envelope which she quickly stuffed into her bag with an almost apologetic smile. Now that she had taken the money the rest would be much easier. "I need to ask a few questions first before we start the experiment proper, OK?" She nodded in agreement, slightly nervous. I asked her a number of health-related questions before, with a slight "embarrassed" hesitation, I asked her whether she had a boyfriend.

"Yes," she said, a delightful blush spreading from her cheeks to her neck.

"Wonderful," I said, "What's his name?"

"Tony."

"Have you and Tony had, um, sex?"

"Yes we have."

She didn't look at me when she answered, clearly slightly uncomfortable with the question. "How many men have you had full penetrative sex with Hannah?" This time she looked up sharply.

"Three," she said quietly.

"What age did you loose your virginity?"

"I was seventeen."

"When did you start masturbating?" Now she looked really uncomfortable. I sat there, seemingly uninterested, going through a routine set of questions. "Hannah, when you start touching yourself sexually?"

"I dunno, twelve I think."

"Good, you seem like a normal healthy woman," I said and she responded with a thankful smile. "How often do you masturbate at the moment?"

"Do I have to answer that question?" She asked, her face now bright red.

"We need truthful and complete information Hannah," I said in a parental and slightly annoyed tone. "This is why the Institute pays you so generously." It was always useful to remind them that they had been paid; it cemented the sense of obligation they felt.

"Sorry," she replied in a girlish way.

"Don't worry about it," I responded gently, with a bright smile of encouragement. "Would you like something to drink? A soda or perhaps a glass of water?" She declined with a slight shake of her head. "Are you ready to start up again?" Hannah licked her dry lips and said she was. I repeated my question. "How often do you masturbate at the moment?"

"Depends on my mood. Last week I did it three times."

"Do you use anything other than your fingers?" Again she hesitated. I leaned across the desk. "Look, Hannah, we can't spend on day on this." I saw her take a deep breath.

"I sometimes use the handle of my hairbrush."

"And you insert the handle and stimulate yourself as if it was a penis?"

"Yes."

"Good. Let's move on." I flipped the paper and read the next question.

"Do you fantasize about having sex with someone other than your partner?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"Have you fantasized about sex with strangers?"

"Yes."

"Sex with multiple partners?"

"Yes."

"Forced sex?"

"Yes."

"You are doing wonderfully Hannah, really you are." She answered more questions telling me about her favorite sex positions, her thoughts about anal sex (never had it, but sometimes thinks about it), and oral sex (sometimes she swallows, usually she spits it out). By the time we came to the few final questions she had relaxed and was answering quickly and unselfconsciously.

"Which of the following words do you prefer your partner to use when making love with you: pussy, cunt or fuckhole?" She was taken aback.

"Um, the first one I think."

"Hannah, I am not trying to find out whether you can count, sweetie. I need to make sure my information is correct. This is a scientific experiment, not some conversation in a bar. Now, which one do you prefer?"

"Pussy."

"Which of the following words do you use most often: cock, shaft, or hard on?" I watched her full young mouth closely.

"Cock, sometimes."

"So its pussy and cock, is it?"

"Yes."

"Hannah ..."

"Sorry, pussy and cock."

"Good girl," I said and she shot me a sweet smile. "Now a final question before we start. Which of the following pictures do you regard as pornographic?" I passed a picture of a girl walking in a park while a man on bench looks at her.

"No, that's not," she said laughing.

"How about this?" I asked, pushing a picture of a couple lying naked on their stomachs in bed kissing.

"Well, its not really porno," she said, "its sort of romantic maybe."

The next picture was of a naked woman being fucked from behind and with a cock in her mouth.

"Oh God, yes, that's porno," she laughed now totally at home with the questions. I showed her a picture of a woman shackled, her face covered in cum.

"That too!" Again a laugh, a little more uncertain this time.

"Which one would you masturbate to?" She looked down at the pictures.

"This one I suppose," she said pointing to the third picture.

"The one with the woman with a cock in her pussy and mouth?" I asked. She agreed.

I passed her a medical gown and asked her to undress, leaving her underwear on, and left the room quickly without giving her a chance to question my instruction. I resumed my position at the spy hole. Hannah was clearly uneasy with this instruction. She picked out the envelope of cash from her bag and checked that there really was a thousand dollars in it. Then she pulled her sweatshirt over her head revealing her long, slim body. She stepped out of her sandals and wriggled out of her jeans. She wore a pair blue stripped panties and a very ordinary white bra. Her tits looked about 36s. Once she had tied her gown I returned to the room, speaking quickly and in a very businesslike fashion.

"Now Hannah, I am going to show you some movies and measure your sexual response. It's important that you do exactly as I say otherwise we will have to start the experiment from the beginning. Do you understand?" She nodded and I escorted her to an adjacent room. Here was a low platform with a several leather straps and a metal cradle facing the screen on the wall. I closed the door and started fiddling unnecessarily with the video equipment. "Please take off the gown and get on the platform." Hannah hesitated but complied, sitting on the edge of the platform. "Come on sweetie, let's get on with this. I'm sure we both have other things to do. Now get on your knees with your head in the cradle facing the screen. There's a good girl. Now give me your ankle." I strapped her ankles down far enough apart so that the fabric of her panties stretched over her pussy. I strapped down her wrists and she rested her chin on the cradle. I closed the clamp so that Hannah was forced to look straight ahead and not behind her. Then I pulled up some wires from the floor attached to a scientific looking box. At the end of the wires were some gentle nipple clamps. "Just relax a moment, Hannah, we need to measure your nipple response" I said. I unsnapped her bra and released her small but plump breasts. I pinched her pointy nipples until they were erect enough and clamped them. "Now, later I am going to need to take measurements from ...your pussy ...that's the word you prefer, right?" She nodded again. "Good, Hannah's pussy it is." I then darkened the room and pressed play. The screen lit up with a scene of a woman chatting to two men in a suburban California house. It was the typical intro to a porn movie. "See you in a while," I said leaving the room. I took up my position on the other side of the one way mirror.Soon enough Hannah was watching a group sex scene, followed by a woman getting a cum shower. I waited ten minutes before returning. This time I turned on only the light that was directed at Hannah ass.

"I'm not sure I want to do this anymore," she said to me, her breathing a little heavy in the hot room.

"Look Hannah, we are nearly finished here. Do you really want to give up the money now that you have come so far?"

"No."

"Raise you hips. That's right. Good." I pulled the crotch of the panties aside exposing her cunt. She jumped. I told her to stay still. I had a large smooth dildo that I fixed on a stand behind her so that it was aligned with her cunt. "I'm going to measure you pussy response Hannah." I ran my finger between her pussy lips feeling the smooth wetness of her young and forbidden excitement. I pressed the dildo against the entrance to her hole. Her response was immediate, a small groan issuing from her throat. 

"Jesus, Hannah, you're really into this porno stuff, I've never seen anything like it."

"No, it's just, I mean I can't help it," she replied. "Please don't make me do any more of this."

"Do you want me to masturbate you?" I asked disinterestedly, "Sometimes with girls like you need to break the tension before continuing."

"No, no, please don't touch me," she said, her throat closing up from the crying.

"OK Hannah, it's just that I haven't seen readings like this since I tested whores."

"I'm not a whore, I'm not," she protested, straining in the leather straps.

"You've got a whore's cunt sweetie, let me tell you. You must have imagined some real filth and made lots of use of that hairbrush." I walked around to the front and kneeled in front of her, wiping away her tears with my fingers. "Hannah sweetie, I know okay. I know. If you want to press back against the fuck juice instrument and fill your cunt while you watch, it okay with me. Now I'm going to leave you again. If you need to be masturbated just shout I will come. Shout loudly though so I can hear you. Got it?" She nodded.

Within a few minutes she slowly lowered her hip over the dildo and then started moving her hips in a steady rhythm while she watched an anal sex sequence. I watched her increase her pace as her excitement continued to mount. Then I heard her, softly at first and then more and more loudly.

"Please come back," she said. "Please come back, please." Then she shouted, "Please ..."

"What do you need Hannah?" I asked.

"I need you to do it for me," she gasped. She was now sweating in the hot room and slightly breathless.

"Do what Hannah?" I asked, clearly annoyed. "Why can't you say what you want? Do you think it's actually a part of my job to masturbate girls like you? Do you?" I shouted. She shook her head. "Do you think I enjoy having to touch whores like you? She muttered an apology. "Okay, let's get this over with. Fuck yourself on the fuck juice measure like you were doing before." Her hips immediately responded, sliding her pussy lips over the dildo and then taking it deeper and deeper before almost pulling it out and plunging her hips down again. I found bursting bud of her clitoris. "You have such whorish thoughts don't you?"

"Yes," she said loudly.

"People would be disgusted with you if they knew what you think about. You're a bad filthy girl aren't you?"

"Yes," she shouted as spasm after spasm rolled through her body. I let her shaking and trembling slow down before walking to the front and once again kneeling so that I could look her in the face.

"We have one more thing to do and then we will be finished, okay? I've only ever done this with whores, but since you have all the sexual characteristics of a whore it would be useful to do this with you. I need to take some measurements in your pussy when you have semen in your mouth." Her eyes widened. "Don't worry Hannah I'm not asking you suck anyone off here. That would be very unprofessional. I will bring some that has been donated and ask you lick as much as you can off the plate. In the meantime carry on watching the movies."

In the next room I masturbated onto a small plate watching her through the one way mirror resume fucking herself. I splattered my cum and squeezed out every last drop. After I returned I placed the plate in front of her face and told her lick up the cum while she fucked herself on the dildo. I told her to tell me when she needed to be masturbated again. She now closed her eyes while her tongue searched for the cum and her hips plunged faster and harder down onto the dildo.

"Now," she cried, "Do me NOW."

I moved to her ass and searched for her clitoris again. This time her orgasm quickly shot through her, spasming her body and issuing in shrill scream.

Once she had recovered her breath I loosened the straps and helped her off the platform. She was unsteady on her feet, her knees still trembling. I escorted her back to the office where she had left her clothes. I didn't bother leaving the room and watched her wriggle into her jeans and pull on her t-shirt. Her bra was still next door but she didn't bother to collect it.

"This is a real experiment, right?" She asked. I could see she didn't believe it herself but at the same time wanted to. The alternative explanation would be more difficult to live with.

"Did I fuck you Hannah?" I asked in an exasperated tone. She agreed that I had not. "Would you have said no to some cock? Honestly?"

"I don't know," she said.

"Yes you do. If this was a set up I would have screwed you and because I know that you have the mind of a slut and the cunt of whore. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to do. But listen here. This experiment is not for sharing. Don't go telling anyone about it. No one, do you understand?" She said nothing, looking now like a frightened child. "Hannah, if you say anything about this to anyone I will send the answers you gave to my questions to every student and faculty on campus. And I will publish my detailed description of the experiment along with it; every detail of what you did and what you said. Do you understand?"

"I understand," she replied before picking her bag and wrenching the door open and fleeing into the street.



The Experiment



Sitting in the Mall just watching the young ladies go by was a pastime of mine during my lunch break. I had a nice secluded spot, which all year round gave me protection from the weather be it rain, shine or wind. Unless you particularly looked for the spot it was hard to see. I had been coming to this spot for the past three years, after being shown it by an old man who used to work in our mail department.

It wasn't that a busy thoroughfare not like the main Mall further up and there were periods when you saw no-one for a few minutes. So seeing these two girls I was able to watch them through an arc of 45 degrees and about 30 feet. I was doing my usual thing eyeing them up from top to bottom, getting a good front and side view, and a rear view before they disappeared round the corner. Almost in front of me they disappeared, not into a shop, or around the corner, Pfffffftt. They were gone.

I began to rise when halfway to where the two young women vanished a figure appeared. I had to say figure for I couldn't tell whether it was male or female, at least six feet six inches tall and wearing a mauve one piece skin hugging overall which included the feet. There was no bulge in the crotch, or an indication it had breasts, the hair was cut short, and black in colour. The features were Eurasian and very beautiful. She/he was looking straight at me.

In very precise English the person spoke with a feminine voice "You saw the two young ladies vanish."

What else could I say I was so dumb struck by the two strange things which had happened before my eyes but "Yes".

"I am afraid that we cannot allow you to report this incident, even though we know no one will believe you. You will return with me."

No flash no funny feeling, nothing, in the blink of an eyelid I was standing in a cream coloured room under a two metre shallow domed instrument and a raised platform of about two inches of the same size, still holding a sandwich in one hand and a cool drink in the other. Surrounding the disc were three tall people at least seven feet tall and the one who spoke to me earlier was standing on the disk also.

"Citizen Lee Ung why have you brought this person back, you know it is forbidden." The same precise English was spoken by one of the people on the edge of the dais but this time with a deeper voice, more male than female, but still no sign of genitals.

"He saw the capture, so I had to bring him back Master Wu!" she said. I was now certain that this was a female of the species as the voice matched what I classified as female voice.

"Impossible, the scan showed no-one else in the vicinity," Master Wu replied with a rather abrupt tone.

"What are we to do with him then? He is not on the indoctrination list, and now he has seen us," the woman replied.

"Excuse me, where the hell am I? Who are you people?"

"We are the Eliminators like your police; you are in the fifty fifth century your time scale to be precise 5503."

"You must be joking, how did I get here I never felt a thing?" I replied.

"We are not joking, and why should you feel anything?" He replied.

Just then a group of people entered the room through the wall, I could see no door, they just walked in, all were very tall, dark hair and all looked Eurasian. Master Wu noticed I was watching the other group. "You are puzzled; I can see you asking yourself why they are all so tall and look the same race. Am I correct?"

"Yes Sir, I was wondering that." I replied with a questioning look.

"After the Great War all the remaining people on earth were thrown together, and since all your race of men were wiped out, and most of our women were killed by your race dropping chemical weapons on our homeland the survivors paired off. So now we have one race on earth now ‘The Great Chinese Empire'.

"What Great War." I asked him now alarmed.

"The Great War of 2030, when America and her allies attempted to invade China because we defending North Korea. The result was total annihilation of their Forces by the Chinese Armed Forces. Then they resorted to Chemical Weapons on our people. Something went wrong and they wiped out all their male population, I think they were trying to perfect the germ which killed our women, but it went wrong."

"How long did the war last?" I asked.

"One hundred and five years. Since then we have made great strides in medicine and the sciences."

"Why as Citizen Ung said, are you eliminating people?"

"We are not eliminating them; we are correcting defects in their characters. They are the ones who are the mothers of criminals; we have no crime for we eliminate right back the line to prevent any latent intentions. Also it keeps our population in check."

"I think that is cruel, punishing the mother for the crimes of the child," I said.

"We know criminal intent is a defect in breeding and we weed it out. Enough of this, take him and sanitise him, give him accommodation until we decide what we are going to do with him."

Two tall men approached me, I was going to resist but they pointed handheld bulbous things in there hand and I was pushed in front of them without them even touching me. I was pushed towards the wall which suddenly dissolved in front of me into a long passage, which had a moving pavement that slowed down as I stepped on it and then speeded up until we were travelling at a pace equal to a fast run. 

The pavement slowed down and I was forced off. We changed direction but this time I had a window to look out of but all I could see was blue sky, but no sun. Maybe it was at the other side of the building to what I was on, but then there should have been shadows and I could see none. We came to another wall and moving fast towards it, I couldn't help but cringe as we passed through and the pavement stopped.

"Remove all your clothing and step into the circle." A voice from nowhere commanded me. I hated to think what other nasties these things held in my escorts hands could inflict so I done what I was told and stripped. I saw that my escorts were gazing at my crotch and had a funny look on their faces. God I thought haven't they seen a blokes dick before. I walked into the circle and a brilliant blue light flashed on and off for a few times, when I looked at my body I saw that my skin was peeling.

Again I was lit up and this time it was a white light and a warm breeze was coming from where I was standing which was covered in tiny holes. When this switched off my skin was clear of all the peeling skin. One of my escorts came and handed me a yellow bundle which was a suit of clothing similar to theirs. The only opening was in the neck and arms so I took it that you stepped into this suit through the neck. It gave and once on fitted snug to my body, but I had a huge bulge that seemed to emphasis even more my penis and balls.

Once again I was forced by these contraptions they held in their hands onto the moving pavement, but this time we entered something I would call a lift and we seemed to be moving at quite a high speed. Out again and I was shooting along a passage again through many walls, by this time I was beginning to lose the fear of smashing into the walls, into a well furnished room. I recognised seats and a bed at least, my two escorts left me and a person of about six feet entered.

Great they are getting shorter; maybe I'll meet someone my height soon of five feet nine inches.

"I am going to help you understand what everything is for and teach you our ways. My name is Sue Wong, what is yours," she said in a soft feminine voice. She too like the guards had her eyes on my crotch as she said this. Then she said something that really took me back "What is that lump between your legs pray."

"My name's Frank Norman and that is my pride and joy." I said indicating my bulge.

"Yes but what is it for?"

"It's to give pleasure to women and make babies. How do you make babies?"

"Some of us are designated breeders and they produce the replacements when we need them. They are held the greatest esteem, and are awarded the best of everything."

"That's great to know that you are still born from flesh and blood and not from a beaker or something."

"Why would we not be born from flesh and blood?"

"Forget it show me what all these strange things are," I said pointing to a control panel.

They were basically an air-conditioning unit with the manual override and their communications panel with interactive TV but instead of a screen was a heliograph but there was no violence or sex or any of these types of programs. I am going to be bored out of my head here, if I am kept too long.

It appears that my presence is required again by Master Wu. Sue Wong accompanied me back the way we had come. But this time into an examination room of some sorts.

"Frank Norman, we want to do some tests on you, there will be no pain or discomfort at all, will you assist us?" Master Wu asked.

How did he know my name I only mentioned it to Sue Wong and I have been with her all the time. The sheet she wrote on must be a communicator as well. What was the point of refusing the tests they would only get out these bulbous things again and I will be pushed into doing what they want. Be a bit co-operative and maybe I'll get out of here I thought.

"Of course Master Wu, anything to help, but you said you were now well advanced in medicine and the sciences, so how can I help?"

"We've never had a male member here before so we would like to get as much information as we can."

I was shown a cabinet where I was asked to sit down in and look at a small screen and place my hand on an illuminated pad. There was a few flashing lights and some weird sounds but nothing else. The door opened and I was asked to step out.

"We have traced your DNA which shows up in some of our population. Do you have any children?"

I was about to say no then I remembered I had had an affair with an American Service woman and she wrote and told me she had given birth to a baby, but she never told me the sex of the child. "Yes I fathered one child that I know of."

"Since your DNA runs through the blood of our people in fact you and I are related even though we are separated by about 175 generations."

"It must be a bit diluted by now surely," I said to him.

"It will take a long time for that to happen. We are going to let you return to your own time. We will erase your memory."

"Why, I doubt if anyone would ever believe me if I told them what happened."

"Very true, also we would ask you not to father any more children, for they would all be wiped out a few years after you die."

"You know when I will die?"

"Yes we can go back in time but not forward and I could tell you the exact time and date when you will die, but I won't. I will tell you that you still have a good many years yet to live."

"Well I can live with that. I don't want to know anyway. It could be difficult avoiding fathering a child for I don't like wearing a rubber."

"A rubber?" he didn't understand I could see from his face.

"A condom, they are made from a latex and prevent fertilizing a woman."

"Well stick to women who are out of the breeding age, you know they are the largest group of females in your time."

"I've never fancied older women, I only get turned on by young women, so that won't work," I said to Master Wu.

"We can change that quite easy, for we can alter your brain pattern so that these women would appeal to you more than the younger ones."

"Can you change anything else in my body, I will agree if you could make me a bit more endowed, for my penis is a bit on the small side."

"But you managed to father a child with what you have, our penises have almost disappeared. But we can alter any part of your body as they are doing in your own time, now we are a bit more efficient."

"Well if you could I would appreciate a bigger dick, as long as I can use it for a good many years and not get middle age droop."

"We will make sure that won't happen to you, you will have as long a sexual life as you want, but sex isn't everything."

"Speak for yourself; I can't think of anything better, anyway sex is what makes the world go round."

He pointed this bulbous thing at me and the next thing I remembered I was standing in the Mall at the place where the two young women had disappeared. I was standing alongside of the same two women. We just stared at one another and they just shook their heads and started walking the way they had been when I saw them disappear.

I remembered everything, was it real or had I had a mid day dream or something. I remembered what I had asked for but I couldn't see any bigger bulge in my trousers. One thing though I thought I was paying attention to older women who were walking in the Mall, or again was it just my imagination working overtime.

I returned to my office and just spent the remainder of the day thinking of what I presumed had happened. I was thinking that maybe I had been dreaming. Then I looked at the back of my hand and the printer's ink that I had spilled on my hands this morning and which usually stayed for days was gone. I remembered the machine that made my skin peel off as a cleansing, that is the only explanation I could think of. What else could have removed the ink stains?

For the next few days I noticed that I was definitely paying more attention to mature ladies and I was talking to these ladies at work who I used to completely ignore in the past. Yesterday I had been invited to join a group of these ladies to share my lunch with them. One of them had brought a cake as one of them had their birthday that day. I felt at ease in the company of these ladies and I found that they seemed to appreciate me spending the time talking to them.

Also my penis had definitely got a great deal bigger, I was well over eight inches when I was erect and that was quite often these days. I was feeling like an eighteen year old again, a walking hard-on. The reason for the hard-on was the slightest flash of thigh or cleavage by these mature ladies.

Saturday night when I usually join my age group on a hunt for any willing young woman, who was available for a one - night stand, I found I had lost the urge. Instead I went to the local church hall which was holding a dance. I couldn't see any young people of my age there, they were all middle aged and elderly people and amazingly it was predominately women. I was surprised how much attention I was getting from these ladies, they were fussing over me so much that it was embarrassing.

Claire who was a lady of about fifty came up to me, "my name is Claire, can I have this dance?"

"Claire, I'm not very good, but I would be privileged. Call me Frank," I said as we moved onto the dance floor.

"We don't get many men of your age attend our dances."

"I don't know why I came myself, for I usually go to the city on a Saturday evening."

"Like all men of your age looking for a quick fuck," she said looking into my eyes.

I didn't know what to say, the way she had come out with the truth. I couldn't look her in the eye and my gaze was over her shoulder.

"Cat got your tongue has it," she said with a smile.

"I've never had an elderly lady speak to me like that, I didn't know how to answer you," I said looking now into her eyes.

"Your young ladies talk that way, even worse I'm sure?"

"Yes, and I'm a bit fed up with their attitude," I said. Why did I say that, I hadn't meant to say that, it just came into my mind.

"So you're looking for a more mature lady then?"

"I suppose you could say that Claire," I said drawing her closer to my body as we danced to a slow waltz.

The rest of the evening I sat at a table with Claire and her friend Dot and I dance with both of them as well as a couple of others from the table next to ours. Instead of alcohol, we were served with tea and cakes, which had been provided by the ladies of the church. I discovered that Claire was a divorcee and lived alone, her friend Dot was almost the same, but she was a widow and a bit older than Claire. I don't know what Master Wu had done to me but I fancied both of them, and I was almost certain that I only had to suggest and I could have any of these two ladies for the night.

I didn't need to ask, Claire asked me if I would walk the pair of them back. Dot lived two doors down from Claire and we went to Dot's home first and spent a few minutes there before we continued up the street to Claire's house. No word was said, Claire opened the door and I walked in after her. I closed the door and she came up to me and put her arms around my neck and crushed her lips onto mine pressing her lower body into mine.

I was as hard as a rock by this time and it was pressed into her body, Claire was rubbing herself against it and her breathing was becoming erratic. She wasn't alone, I was getting in the same state. This was something new for me, there was no play rejection as I slipped my hand on to her breast and she moaned as I gently squeezed and caressed it. Then I dropped my hand to her bottom and pulling her dress up and following the crack of her bottom down found her moist panties which were easily pushed aside as I slipped my finger into her warm body.

"Take me to bed Frank, I need a man to-night," she panted.

"Lead the way, I want to fuck you too," I said knowing she wanted me to talk to her this way.

Taking me by the hand she led me to her bedroom and started stripping. I undressed as well, the light wasn't that good for the only light was from a street light and I could only see shadows. What I saw was enough for me, for Claire was well endowed and held her ample breast with an arm across her chest as she got into bed. She also had a dark love patch between her legs, which looks like she doesn't keep the hair trimmed.

I got in with her and at once we came together and I felt her breasts against my chest and the coarse hair of her crotch rub against my thigh. I then felt her hand slide down and clasp around my penis and she started to gently squeeze it.

"My you are a nice big man, at least you have a lovely cock not a little tiddler like my old man had." As she said this she climbed over me and knelt over my hips and using her hand she guided my penis between her moist vaginal lips and then into that moist passage, she slipped down and I slipped easily into her. God how different from the fighting and struggling I used to have with some, no most of the young women I used to pick up. Claire wasn't afraid to show just what she wanted and no false modesty. I wonder if all these mature women are the same.

I stopped thinking of the past and concentrated on what was happening now with Claire bouncing up and down on my hips and a smile on her lips as well. There was no put-on Ah's and Oh's that I have had in the past, just a smile and it was obvious that she was really enjoying what she was getting, rolling her hips as she and I got into a good rhythm. As she came down I pushed up, our lower bodies slapping into one another. Not only had Master Wu given me a bigger penis, but I am managing to last longer at this lovely experience.

We had been going on like this for over ten minutes and Claire sat down on my hips. "God you can really keep going, your wearing me out."

I rolled her over on to her back and she raised her legs straight up my body with her heels above my shoulders. I had a hold of her hips and pulled her into me as I thrust deep into her body. I was using long strokes pulling almost out and then thrusting in again. Claire had a hold of my arms and as I was entering she was pulling me forward. I had felt a good few times Claire's lower abdominal muscles grasp my penis tighter and ripples up and down my penis. Then I too filled her warm cunt with my fluid and collapsed on to her chest letting her legs drop. Claire now had locked her legs around my waist holding me inside of her.




The Experiment



"Well you have really satisfied me and to think I wasn't going to go to the dance. It was Dot that begged me to go with her. Oh I'm glad I went."

It was just after ten minutes when I started getting hard again and I slowly started filling up her now very well lubricated cunt. I once more rolled her on her back and started moving once more slowly in and out of her passage.

"Oh my again, I don't think I can take much more and you feel as if you are much bigger than the last time," Claire gasped as I was now really driving my tool into her.

She reached and was pulling me into her body. She let go of my hips and drive her heels into my bottom pushing in as I plunged into her. This was heaven, her vagina had a hold of my penis in a sheath of warm soft velvet and I felt I could go on for ages. After ten minutes Claire was now just lying there letting me use her body until I finished.

"Claire that was the best fuck I've ever had. I'm not just saying that, I really mean it."

"I'm sorry to say I never thought I would see the day when I would say I could take no more cock, but you have worn me out Frank. We will have to give it a rest, please."

"Sure Claire," I said holding her in my arms, lying in her bed as my heart reached a normal beat again. In minutes I was asleep and it was the light from the window that woke me. I was a bit taken back for I didn't recognise the room, then it dawned on me and I recalled the previous evening. I had a raging morning hard on and I pulled back the clothes and had the shock of my life for my penis had grown at least another two inches and was as thick as a large cucumber.

I lay there in the bed all alone, for Claire was nowhere to be seen but I heard two people speaking downstairs. It wasn't the voices that was going through me mind, but the size of my cock. It looks as if Master Wu has granted my wish, but I don't want it to grow any bigger than it is now. As this was going through my mind I heard the voices coming up the stairs and I pretended to still be asleep.

I heard the door open and a pair of feet tiptoeing towards the bed, then the bed moved as that person got in and under the clothes. Then I felt a naked body come up close to my back and a hand going round the shaft of my penis. Last night Claire had almost pleaded that she could take no more now she was playing with my raging hard-on.

In one movement I rolled over and got between her legs and guided my penis to her vaginal lips. These weren't the puffy lips of Claire and I looked down into the face of Dot, who had been taken by surprise by my sudden and unexpected move. There was I with my purple plumb sized crown hovering at her fanny entrance as I said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Claire told me how you had more than satisfied her and I didn't believe her, we thought you wouldn't notice before it was too late."

"Lady if you want fucked I have the weapon all cocked ready to go," I said as I leant forward and in one thrust rammed my now gigantic cock half way in.

"Frank you are built big, Claire was right there, oh God you can't get any more into me," she should have said nothing for within another ten seconds I was beating my balls against her bottom and she could have taken another couple of inches as well. Her legs were around my waist and only her shoulders were resting on the bed. Her breasts were half the size of Claire's but even still they were bouncing like jelly on a plate which was being held by someone running.

It was the duration that I was able to go, which was the thing that was amazing me. Usually after about a dozen strokes I was spurting all over the place. Now I was getting the lovely feeling and not reaching my climax for so much longer. Also in the past women had wished that men could keep going longer, now I was wearing the women out, but these two women sure knew how to give their all, for Dot wasn't just lying there but pushing her body into mine wanting me to sink in even further.

Then we both climaxed, or should I say Dot had a major climax at the same time as I deposited my load into her body. Her arms went around me as she pulled me to her chest and rocked me, kissing my cheek and neck. "Never have I experienced a fuck like that, how do you manage to keep going for so long. You're definitely not a roll over a couple of jerks and off to sleep man are you?"

"No, give me half an hour and we can start again."

"Lovely but no thank you, I think I've had my ration for a while," she said now trying to wriggle out from under me.

Once she had got out of bed I followed and got dressed. I would have loved to have a shower, but that could wait until I got home where I could shave as well. When I got downstairs both the ladies were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee with a mug already pored for me.

"I've never met a man like you before," Claire said with a smile. "I don't think I'll be able to walk properly for a few days, not that I'm complaining. I've never been fucked so long in one session."

"I feel the same way," chirped in Dot. "Will we be seeing you at the dance next week, I hope so."

"So you want more of the same, is that it Dot?" I jested.

"You bet, but once a week is enough for me at this time, maybe if I got used to you, things would be different."

"Yes, I'll be there next week," I said finishing my coffee and left the house.

I was walking up the street and almost at my house when I again was standing in the cream coloured room with Master Wu and another figure, who was well over seven feet tall and wearing a purple one piece suit.

"Are you now satisfied with your altered sex appendix?" Master Wu asked.

"Yes, just what I wanted, but please stop it growing any bigger, this is just right now," I replied to him.

"You are easy to please," he replied, taking a round object from the table beside him and pressed it, then handed it to the figure beside of him. "This is Citizen Christine Ng who has taken you on as a case study. She will be in contact with you from time to time. I will let you now return, but once again I warn you about informing anyone what you have been told of the future."

Once again I was on the pavement on my way home. God I hope they don't keep doing that, zapping me back and forth, it's disquieting. I'm also glad that Master Wu has stopped my penis growing for when I went for a piss I was astounded by its size.

I thought about going and seeing Claire again but I didn't want to push my luck, so I spent the rest of my weekend just loafing around. At work I was getting on great with the senior ladies of the company and had been accepted into their lunchtime group. There were a lot of suggestions which even although they were meant to be in fun, I'm sure were for real. I will give it a little time and see how things progress.

Friday night I got to the church hall about the same time as I did the previous Friday and the same group was there, but no Claire. Dot was sitting with another lady who was dressed in a dark green knitted dress which fitted her figure like a glove; she wore a silk scarf tied around her throat and wore a gold locket showing on the outside. Her hair was neck length, brown and wavy. I would say she was no more than 47, but she had a real nose in the air attitude and seemed to be looking down her nose at everyone. She didn't look the type of woman Dot would be friendly with.

"Oh Frank, come and meet Gloria she is the principal of the Primary School," Dot said as I approached.

Gloria held out her hand and gave me a lovely smile, which looked genuine and it looked as if someone had been talking to her about me, it was just a feeling I had. Also she held on to my hand a bit longer than one normally would when you first meet them.

"Please keep Gloria company, I have to go and do the raffle," Dot said standing up.

"Dot give me ten tickets when you are ready, maybe I can win something," I said sitting down at the table. Immediately I sat down, the whiff of Gloria's perfume hit me. Closer I saw that she had on quite a lot of make-up and her finger-nails were quite long.

I was wondering how I was to start talking to her and on what subject when the music started for a slow waltz, which seemed to be the predominate dances. "Would you like to dance Gloria?" I asked standing up.

"I would love to Frank, it's been quite some time since I last danced," she said smiling.

"Well we are both in the same boat," I said taking her hand and then once on the floor took up the traditional waltz hold. Our bodies weren't touching but within five minutes she had come closer and I was feeling her body against mine. She felt nice and soft against me and she was still smiling. The music stopped but she never moved and when a new tune started we continued as we had now her head was on my shoulder and her eyes were closed as we moved very slowly round the hall.

The lights were turned low and all the dancers seemed to be in a dream trance like us. Then I felt her kiss me on the neck and I looked down at her and kissed her on the mouth, so soft no thrusting of the tongue or anything. It was just a tender kiss and she returned it and thrust her leg between mine so that my penis came hard up against her body. No word had been spoken since we stepped on the floor; it had all been body contact.

After the dance we returned to the table where we were joined by Dot and another elderly lady who was the minister's wife and organiser of the dances and socials. She seemed rather a stern person and dressed in a floral dress which looked like two pieces because it was all bunchy at the waist, totally hiding her figure. Her hair was dyed auburn brown, for no one has natural hair that colour and so even. She was another woman who lashed on the perfume, but I wasn't complaining for I like sweet smelling women. She was wearing quite high heeled shoes which made her true height hard to really judge. It appears Gloria and her are very close friends.

As Gloria and the ministers wife was talking Dot whispered in my ear. "Could you come round and see me during the week, I'm in every evening. I have my daughter staying with me this weekend." Then in a louder voice, "Here are the tickets for the raffle you wanted." I paid her and off she went visiting other tables. The items for raffle were cakes that the women of the congregation had baked, vegetables and cuts of meat. The raffle was to help the church funds.

That evening I walked Gloria home but at the doorway of her house that was as far as I got, but she invited me to tea on Saturday if I wanted to, also that was her Scrabble night and I was welcome to join her and her group.

This was another Friday I never got my end away, but I have a feeling that there was every possibility if persevered with Gloria. I didn't mind for I knew that next week I will get as much as I wanted from Dot, for she seemed hooked on big cock.

Saturday:

I went round to Gloria's house and there were four cars parked there. I was in two minds whether to knock or not. What the hell I said to myself I have to mix with her friends and maybe I'd be able to get into her panties even sooner. There were three couples and the minister's wife all chatting away in Gloria's large sitting room. She had two card tables set up with Scrabble boards in the middle of them. All were drinking either coffee or tea from a trolley set between two couches.

They were all well over my age but they seemed to accept me as I was a friend of Gloria's. Ethel, which was the name of the minister's wife, was still dressed in the same style dress, but with a different fabric pattern and she still had a sour face, maybe she couldn't help it.

Whilst Gloria was introducing me, she held onto my upper arm with one arm hooked and the other hand grasping me. It was as if to declare to the group that I was her property. I liked it even more and I was already counting my chances.

I joined the table with Ethel and Gloria and a couple by the name of John and Martha who was also a teacher at the same school as Gloria. I was surprised when she told me she was a teacher for she looked and acted real thick, but then Primary school teachers were not at the pinnacle of the education system.

We played three games and Gloria won all three with Ethel coming second in one of them. I was surprised for I was just a few points behind Gloria in all the games. I thought they were experts the way they talked.

After a final coffee the group split up, leaving only Ethel, Gloria and myself. "Frank would you walk Ethel home, I don't like her walking home alone. Will you be at the dance on Friday?" Gloria said. Giving me the good-night and telling me she wanted to see me again at the same time. 

"Certainly, I'll walk Ethel home and I will see you next Friday I hope."

"Oh thank you, because the ministers not at home to-night could you wait until she enters her house before you leave. I will look forward to next Friday," she said giving me a kiss on the cheek. I feel she would have liked to give me a proper kiss, but because Ethel was there a kiss on the cheek seemed appropriate.

As I walked Ethel home she was holding my arm just the way Gloria was holding it earlier. We chatted about the weather and what I thought of the dances, but nothing else. She kept a hold of my arm all the way and we met no-one at all on the journey to her house.

"This is my house," she said and I stopped, but she still held onto my arm.

"I'll wait until you are safely in Ethel," I said looking down into her face.

"No come to the door with me," she said dragging me up the hedge edged pathway. "Would you like to come inside, just in case there is someone there?" she said in a soft voice.

Then the penny dropped, this lady wanted me inside her house and it wasn't to check for intruders. I dipped out last night and I was certainly not going to dip out to-night; that was for sure.

"Yes, maybe I'd better," I said playing along with her.

She knew that I knew what the game was and for the first time I saw her smile. Once in the hall with the door closed she put one arm around my neck and the other she cupped my crotch and kissed me on the mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

"So Ethel you want a bit more than a good-night kiss I believe?"

"Bloody right I do, I was watching that bulge in your trousers all last night and to-night and I want what's in there," she said stroking my now erect penis which was straight up and down my body.

"If that's what you want I want us in bed not like a pair of rutting teenagers on a couch."

She grabbed my hand and took me into a bedroom and kicked off her shoes and started stripping. I wasn't going to be left behind and I stripped as well. Everything came off, there I was with my raging hard-on pointing towards the ceiling at a slight angle from my body and Ethel with her pendulous breasts with the large areoles and a greyish hairy patch between her legs, gazing at my erection.

I took her hand this time and put her on the bed, whereas she opened up her thighs and bent her knees exposing the Promised Land. A whole week without sex and I wasn't wasting time with any preliminaries. I used two fingers to open up her puffy lips and guided my crown to her sexual opening and pushed slightly. It was obvious she either hadn't had sex for some time or her husband was rather small, as I once was, for when I had the head inserted she was flinching, but not complaining as she thrust her hips closer and we no longer were a couple, but now one.

Deeper I sank in until our bodies met and we were rubbing hair to hair. I had a grasp of her bottom pulling her even closer. 

"Frank, I feel so full and what a lovely feeling having you all the way inside of me, I have wanted this since I saw you last week-end."

"Well you have me now, is it all you wished for?"

"Oh a lot more, I didn't know men got as big as you, you must make a lot of women happy. Does Gloria know you are as big as you are?"

"Forget about Gloria, it's you who has it now and that's all I care about."

She fitted me like a glove of velvet and she was so well lubricated too, in addition her perfume seemed to have an added effect of making me feel comfortable with this lovely lady who no longer had a sour face, but was beaming as she was thrusting her hips into mine and keeping up the steady rhythm I had set. Now I knew I could go a lot longer before I dumped my load, I wanted to fuck at a speed that I would get the maximum satisfaction.

I have always known that women can keep up a lot longer than men, so I knew that Ethel could take all I gave her. She was a lot better than Claire, who was rather clumsy, but then so was I at that first encounter.

I felt Ethel's vagina tighten it's grip a couple of times so I presumed she was having small climaxes, but then she had a really big one and she tightened her thighs and legs around my body, reached up and wrapped her arms around my chest and then let out a massive sigh.

"Oh that was wonderful; I felt as though I had left my body, I've never felt a climax such as that. Please don't stop, oh no don't stop I love the feeling you are giving me," she said in my ear as she was kissing the side of my neck as I continued to thrust into her. Two minutes later I let go and loaded her love passage with my love seed.

My heart was beating really fast as I lay down alongside of Ethel. "That was fantastic Ethel, thank you; you really know how to fuck."

"I've been at it longer than you, but you are the first who has really and truly satisfied me. I feel wonderful all over," she said as she half lay over me planting kisses on anyplace she happened to be.

She kept the hugging and kissing up and after about twenty minutes I started getting hard again. I suppose mostly due to Ethel's handling of my penis, which she had been holding for about five minutes in her hand, even at times slipping down and kissing me on the crown of my penis.

"Wonderful your becoming hard again Frank, more for mama," she said with a giggle.

This time I got her on her hands and knees and entering was a lot easier, for I just slid right in with a good bit of help from Ethel who just thrust back when she felt the crown between her lips. God this lady loved cock, there was no doubt at all about that. This was the type of woman I was looking for and now I think I've found at least two, Dot and Ethel. Claire I am dropping off my list, I like the way Ethel and Dot really put their heart and soul into fucking.

This time I reached under her and had a pendulous breast in each hand and gentle squeezed them as I thrust deep into her warm moist body. All I heard from Ethel was her muffled gasps and grunts, for her face was buried into the pillow. I didn't need to know how she was loving this rut, for her body kept thrusting back into mine creating a slapping sound, which I felt could be heard all through the house.

This was the situation I often dreamt about and never thought I would ever be in the situation. Now I was experiencing it, it was even better than the dream. The feeling I got as I spurted once more into this lovely willing lady was out of this world. I pulled her with me and I lay on my side embedded inside of her with an arm around her lower body pulling her closer to me so that I could remain in that warm receptacle. It was lying like this that we went to sleep exhausted.

It was still dark when Ethel shook me. "Frank you have to be out of the house well before six, for that is when I'm expecting my husband back, but I must feel you inside of me just once more."

I had the usual erection as I normally do in the morning, so she moved me onto my back and sat astride my hips and lowered herself down and sat on my hips. In the dim pre-dawn light, she just sat there and looked down at me. "I don't know when we can do this again, I hope it could be soon, but the situation doesn't arise very often when I'm home alone. I'll always remember this night and cherish the memory Frank," she said then rose off leaving me with my penis pointing to the ceiling all moist from her body fluids.




The Experiment



I too rose and dressed, and kissed her one more time and left her house to the deserted early morning street. As I slowly walked home I put my hand in my pocket and felt a piece of paper. On the paper was just a few lines and a telephone number.

"I would love to hear from you sometime if you still want to contact an old woman." Then the telephone number.

I sure will be contacting her for I don't want to lose so good a fucking partner. I am sure that there will be occasions when we will manage to get together, but there are plenty of others out there just waiting to be met.

In fact I didn't have long to meet one of those people for coming behind me was one of the ladies from work out for her morning walk. As she came up along side of me she glanced at me and a smile came onto her face. "Frank, I had no idea you lived in this suburb," Mary Ross said now slowing down to my pace. She was one of the ladies who I suspected of being truthful about saying she would love getting me between the sheets and not just as a provocative jest. She was in her mid forties and was single; she said she hadn't found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with yet.

"Yes just getting back from a mate's house," I replied. I didn't think there was any need to say any more than that.

"Look Frank, I'm having some friends round for a barbeque this afternoon, want to come?" she asked.

"Love to Mary, what time?"

"Around one, bring a bottle," She said and made to increase her speed of walking.

"Where, you didn't tell me your address?"

"Silly me, of course I didn't," she said giving me the address and made off once again in her fast walk with her rear end wiggling so provocatively, leaving me walking at my own pace.

That was a piece of luck straight out of one ladies bed and meeting up with I am sure another certainty. My life has improved greatly in the last two weeks. I walked the rest of the way home feeling on top of the world. On getting home I cooked and ate a large breakfast and went and soaked in a long bath. I was bathed and dressed and the time hadn't yet reached 8 o'clock.

Just after one I was entering Mary's to be confronted with some of the other women from work as well as neighbours of Mary's. I received a good many jibs from my female work mates, but it was all in good humour, but one of the other women who I suspected of meaning what was supposed to be said in jest, was smiling at me. Her name was Olivia and she didn't take long to be by my side when she saw the others move round the assembled company.

"I see Mary beat me to it?"

"No it's nothing like that, I met Mary early this morning and she asked me to come along."

"So you two haven't been meeting on the sly then," she said linking her arm into mine.

I thought what the hell it has going to come up sometime so I thought I'd get it in now, there was no one within hearing distance. "What is it Olivia, you feeling jealous that Mary was getting fucked and you dipping out?" I said looking straight into her face. I doubt if anyone had said that to her in her life. She looked up well over my head and a smile came on her face.

"Yes, that was the first thought, but I'm glad it isn't true. You know I like you Frank and I know you would like to get into my knickers, as much as I would like you there. So what about fitting me in, the only thing, I'm not into kinky sex just straight fucking."

"Well we are on the same wavelength as far as that goes, but I'm not into quickies either, I like my comfort and time to enjoy it."

"God your straight and honest anyway, but have you the equipment to back it up."

"More than adequate Olivia, as you will find out I hope."

"Oh so you're thinking about it too?"

"I'll get back to you, I'm here as Mary's guest and if she has something else planned, we might sort our problem out to-night."

"God I hope she falls sick this afternoon then," Olivia said with a smile and a kiss to the cheek. Here was another lady who smelt nice but with a more subtle perfume.

The problem of who I was going to latch on to was settled by a telephone call for Olivia. She had to return home as her mother had fallen and hurt herself and she had to dash off with the parting words. "See you at work tomorrow; we will see what we can arrange." With that she departed leaving me standing on my own at least for a little while.

Mary came up behind me and placed her hands on my bottom and squeezed. I knew who it was for that was what she done at work when no one was looking. I smiled and said, "it would be a lot nicer if I was wearing no trousers."

"We will see later," she said sliding away amongst her guests once again.

I mixed amongst them but there was none that I really fancied, Oh I was courteous enough to them all but that was as far as it went. It wasn't until they all left that I had a chance to get close to Mary but when I tried to corner her she just slid out of reach. Once or twice was alright but every time she done it and I was getting pissed off. I realised that she was a prick teaser and acted like a teenager, thinking I was going to chase after her. I gave up and just sat down. I knew that this wasn't the way she wanted to play it and I was pleased. I waited another hour to see how she was going to react, but it became obvious that I was going to get nowhere so I thanked her for the meal and left.

She was furious I could tell, but I was now going to leave it for her now to make the next move.

At work the next morning Olivia was round at my desk first thing. "Well how did every thing go after I left?" she eagerly asked.

"Lousy, I really missed you and then I got the big tease and I left," I told her.

"I thought you and Mary was going to be a unit?"

"She is totally different on her own, fucking prick teaser is all she is," I said again feeling irritated.

"Well I'm not, come home with me tonight and we will make up for last night." She said looking around then giving me a peck on the cheek.

Two or three times that afternoon Mary tried to make conversation but I side stepped her each time, I think she now realised that she had played me up too much and was now trying to make up for it.

Olivia was on the other hand was real friendly and she didn't play hard to get and stroked my thigh all the way home in her car. I was as hard as a rock by the time we arrived at her house. At least on the journey I found out a bit about her, she had been married for 10 years and her husband had walked out on her, and she had taken her mother in, that had been 12 years ago and now at 45 feeling the need for male company. The only hold-up was her mother who was a real man-hater according to Olivia.

I thought that Ethel was a sour puss but Laura, Olivia's mother was a real sour arsed old woman, who sat and sneered at me all the time we had our meal. Then when we went into the sitting room to watch TV she spent the whole evening running down men, saying they could never be trusted and women would be better off without them.

Laura had an appointment at the hospital on the Wednesday and since I had a day off that day Olivia asked if I would mind taking her. I agreed but only to get in the good books of Olivia.

Nine sharp Laura retired to her bedroom at the back of the house, fifteen minutes later I was in Olivia's room buried up to the hilt in her lovely warm love nest, with her legs wrapped around my thighs. Then for no reason she pushed me off, "Stop, I want you to leave."

There have been many cases in the courts where men have been accused of rape because they ignored this request; I wasn't going to be one of them. So without even asking why I got off the bed, dressed and left. I got a taxi and returned home. Olivia and Mary both were prick-teasers in a way and I made up my mind to drop them both like hot bricks.

Next day Olivia just walked past me as though I didn't exist and Mary was still playing her game. "Mary," I said to her, "I'm a way past the age of this cat and mouse game, you had your chance and you threw it away, please keep away from me and let me get on with my job."

She started to cry, turned on her heels and ran towards the ladies change-rooms. I was glad at last I had cleared the air. I still had promised Laura, Olivia's mother that I would take her to hospital. This I would do because I promised, but that would be the end of it.

At the hour arranged I pulled up outside of Laura's home and she was waiting for me. I got out and opened the car door for her and she got in with a begrudging, "thank you Frank."

"I heard you leaving the house on Monday evening, it sounded as if you were angry?" she said.

"Yes, very angry and pissed off."

"Why, what happened?"

"Rather delicate but I'll tell you, your daughter said stop. I did for I didn't want to end up in court for rape because she changed her mind half way through."

"She's confused she doesn't know what she wants," she said in a voice trying to defend her daughter's action.

"I don't think either of you know what you want to be truthful. You are always running down men and blaming them on everything. No wonder she is confused," I said getting it off my chest.

"When I was younger, I never felt I wanted sex and I had a lot of admirers who would have gladly loved to get into my knickers. Now I have this burning sexual desire and the men of my age group have mostly lost the urge, and I'm no longer attractive to the younger men. You wonder why I'm so anti-men it's frustration knowing I will never again get that lovely feeling of someone making love to me. Would you make love to me, I doubt it, you are the same as all the others," she said.

"That explains a lot. As for fucking you, sure I would, but I don't want stopped half way through."

"You would make love to a woman my age, you're just having me on," she said with the first smile I had seen on her face.

"Once we have finished at the hospital, we will go right home and I will prove to you that all men don't think the way you think they do."

Now she was smiling and was stroking my upper arm as though she couldn't believe her luck had changed at last.

"Oh, my I hope we haven't long to wait at the hospital," she said softly I think it was just a thought that had materialised as spoken words.

Well we had to wait almost an hour and a half and she sat very close to me, so close that our thighs were touching and she kept looking up at my face. We couldn't say very much for the waiting room was full.

This was a totally different Laura that I drove back from the hospital. She had been given a clean bill of health from the Specialist and I could see she was anxious to see if I would keep my promise to her. She was quite a presentable lady, well dressed in an old fashioned sort of way and at least she smelt nice.

When we got into the house she was completely lost, she just stood there. "Come on Laura let's go to your bedroom, for we are going the whole hog. No quickies here, we will get naked and into your bed."

"You don't want to look at an old woman's naked body surely."

"If I'm going to fuck you I want to see all of you."

"I never thought you would want that, but it would be a lot better if we were both naked. I agree," she said making towards her bedroom with me following.

Again she just stood there once we entered her bedroom and closed the door. "Well come on, let's see if it is a good fucking that you want, start taking off your clothes," I said to her.

She started slowly but I quickly got out of mine and got into her bed and watched her with her back turned towards me. Now that her dress was off I saw she had wide plump hips and she was wearing waist high panties made of cotton, not at all sexy but functional. She dropped her panties and then her bra followed, but she supported her breasts with her left arm and turned towards the bed, stooped I think to prevent me seeing her body and got into bed.

I reached over and drew her towards me and placed my right hand on her hairy mound and slipped my middle finger between her moist lips and sank it well into her moist and well lubricated vagina. She let out a loud gasp as I did this and clasped her arms around my chest pressing her chest into mine. I slipped over her prone body and she opened her legs really wide so that I had easy access to her sex.

Using my right hand I guided my penis between her puffy vaginal lips and pushed, sliding into her warm passage.

"Oh my god you are huge," she said into my ear.

"Laura you will take the lot just take your time and I'll have you begging for more."

"I'm just begging for some at the present, I'm not complaining, it feels so strange after so long a time without this lovely feeling," she answered.

Now I was expanding her vagina into shape to accept my penis and I felt her stretching both ways, I gently moved in and out gaining more each time until I was totally enclosed. Once she felt me against her pubis she lifted her legs higher allowing me even greater entry and our bodies were now slapping together in rhythm with my balls sac hitting her puckered arse.

She was smiling at me as she was using her body getting the maximum satisfaction, sometimes with her head back and mouth open as I plunged into her. Keeping up this continual pounding for many minutes as her hips kept grinding into mine. Whoever said older women didn't have orgasms, never experienced Laura, for she now was having one after the other and had a tighter grip with her arms and legs around my body than I ever did with the others.

Then I spurted into her and she kissed me on the cheek and started crying, the tears streaming down her cheeks as her body gave the last spasm. We lay still in this embrace for a good ten minutes letting my juices soak into her sex starved body. My sweat was pooled between our bodies and also running off hers onto her bed.

"Frank, you have made me alive again, I never thought I would feel a man there and you are so wonderfully big too. To think Olivia turned you down, silly woman, but then I gained."

Incredible as it may seem I was still semi hard all this time and once again I felt the throbbing whilst still rove up her passage. Laura felt the stirring also but she shook her head. "I couldn't go through that again so soon, I'm as content as I can be for the moment."

She had a bathroom off her bedroom and I padded into it and had a shower. When I came out Laura was still lying on the bed legs spread wide. "Not afraid to show all you've got now I see."

"No I have nothing to hide from you Frank. Can we do this again some time, I would like it very much."

"Sure we can, you can either come up to my place or I will come here."

"Maybe sometime Olivia is out, I would rather stay here."

All this time I was dressing and I went over and kissed her on the forehead and left. If I never had the daughter at least I satisfied the mother, I thought with a smile on my face

As I drove home I was wondering if Citizen Christine Ng was observing and was approving of my actions. Yes, Master Wu was right this older age group was for me and as he said was the largest group of single unattached women who:

Don't bleed, don't tell, don't swell, and love it like hell.



The Experiment



Dr Ross looked across her desk at the latest candidate, her eyebrow arching in interest. He was by far the most attractive and had answered all her questions more than satisfactorily. In fact she was rather pleased that he fitted her criteria more than adequately. 

'Well, I think I've made up my mind,' she said, scrutinizing his face, allowing herself a faint smile. 

'You have?' Timothy Edward Mathers enquired with anticipation. 

Her smile grew wider as she pushed a stapled pile of forms towards him across the polished surface. 'Yes, I think your face will fit in very nicely here.' She was conscious her nipples were swelling beneath her white coat. 'Sign here, here and here, then we can start the ball rolling.' 

'Wow, thank you, he managed to say. She gave him a cursory nod as he eagerly signed the legal documents. 

Just need them to be witnessed,' she said. She had one of those really confident voices, soothing yet assertive. Clicking the intercom, she called, 'June, Mandy can you come in please.' 

Within seconds two women entered also wearing doctors' coats. They were tall like Ross. 'This is Timothy,' Ross offered. 'I've decided to take him on board. I was just saying his face will fit in very nicely.' 

Three women tried to contain their laughter, stifling the emotion well. Three knowing looks were exchanged 

'Congratulations!' Their handshakes were strong like hers. 

'Call me Tim, please.' He looked slightly uneasy surrounded by these attractive amazons. 

While they signed the forms Dr Ross poured drinks from a mahogany cabinet. 

Let's have a toast to the experiment,' Brenda Ross smiled, thrusting the champagne glass into his hand. 

'Here's to Tim,' Mandy said, clinking his glass. They all touched glasses. Tim sipped his drink as they all stood round as if at a cocktail party. 

'I can't wait to get started,' June grinned directly at Tim. 

'Drink up, Tim,' Brenda ordered. 

He had hardly finished the bubbly liquid before he noticed his eyesight becoming blurry. Then their chatting voices seemed vaguely distorted. The last thing he saw were their smiling faces looking down at him and then everything became dark. 

The small room was tiled white, with a low ceiling. Monitoring machines and various devices lined the walls. Wires ran from them across the floor. The doctors had strapped him into the specially designed low therapy table. It was two feet high, leather covered, with an extension for his head. He was face up and naked, each limb securely strapped with leather buckles, and his chest and head were also strapped. He would barely be able to move a muscle. Sensor pads ran from various parts of his body to the machines. A drip was attached to each of his arms. The room was kept at a constant warm temperature and there was a filter system for the delicate machinery. 

Dr Brenda Ross busily wrote on her clipboard, pausing briefly when he began to groan as he woke up. 

'You're back with us,' she smiled. 

'I didn't realise I was going to be strapped down,' he groggily croaked. 

'Feel a bit nervous?' she asked, peering down at him over her clipboard. 

'Well, yes actually,' came the reply. 

'Good.' She hung the clipboard at the end of the table and took off her white coat, hanging it on the back of the security door. 

He had no idea her figure would be so voluptuous. Her wide hips and wasp waist were accentuated in the skin-tight beige ski pants. Her bottom was muscled but bulbous, and her breasts bulged out of the white blouse. 

'What's going on?' he falteringly asked. 

'Didn't I explain,' she asked innocently, moving to the table and clamping a strap across his mouth. 

'Mmmmpphhh,' he protested. She tightened the strap until he could only breathe through his nose. She touched a small bump sticking up from the strap directly above his covered mouth. 'That's going to stop me getting bored,' she breathed, facing his feet while straddling his head. 

'In fact there's quite a lot I must have forgotten to tell you,' she smirked, squatting down and lowering her bottom down onto his helpless face. Her firm, fleshy buttocks submerged his countenance with its overpowering dominance. 

'Would you like me to tell you exactly why you're here?' she asked, settling more comfortably. He wriggled as much as his constraints would allow. 'Well, you're taking part in the experiment I devised and have financed.' 

She hardly noticed the sounds from the machines clicking and whirring. Then one machine's click started to beep louder. She grinned as she continued: 'I told you in the interview I was conducting an experiment into the damaging affect that oxygen has with organic matter' The beeping grew louder. Her grin grew wider. 'And that in order to preserve this substance it has to be protected from contact with air' 

The beeps were loud now. She raised her posterior only enough for him to inhale before reseating herself. The beeping returned to normal. Her vulva rubbed gently against the raised bump covering his mouth. 

'My theory is that if someone...' she turned to glance down at his bulging eyes beneath her shapely mounds, '...like you were deprived of this deteriorating element then they would be able to live longer.' The beeping started to increase in volume again. 'So we're conducting this experiment to see if my theory holds true.' She struggled to retain a clinical air to her voice, with an occasional alteration in tone affecting it. The beeping became louder. Cruelly, deliberately she shifted her bulbous buttocks just sufficient for his restricted nostrils to snort in a tiny amount of air before wriggling back to suffocate him further. 

'This is very pleasant,' she declared, massaging her breasts. 'And I suppose you'd like to know the duration of this experiment.' The beeping sounded off again. The control in her voice was making it quaver slightly. 'This experiment will last for five years in order to gain proper theoretical conditions.' The crutch area surrounding the mouth-knob became damp and her eyes momentarily rolled up into her lids. 'And you will be subject to these conditions for 24 hours a day. Each one of us doctors will be taking a seven hour shift. The beeping was very loud now and it seemed to him his lungs were bursting. Then she gave out a long moan and the beeping seemed to go on forever.

His POV

The relentless smothering continued for hours. All I could see as the seconds, minutes, hours went by was her vast posterior sitting on me, squashing my face, deliberately suffocating me in my vulnerability. 

Sometimes she'd rise momentarily to allow a small inhalation through my nostrils but always she's sit back down, her bottom impeding my breathing. 

'This study is more enjoyable than I'd ever imagined in my wildest dreams,' she said huskily, wriggling her backside to push my nose deeper within her anal crease. 

After what seemed like an age of smothering she eventually rose from my subjugated face. I greedily snorted in glorious fresh air, filling my tortured lungs. 

'It's surprising how the time passes so quickly,' she smiled, writing on the clipboard, checking the monitors. The time had passed slowly for me, each tormenting second seemed like an hour. 

'I'm very pleased with your progress,' she smirked down at me. She wiped my face and the surrounding area with a moist wipe which smelled of disinfectant. 'Our first session went extremely well.' She put on her coat. 'The first three years will very likely be the worst for you, and after that you'll probably get used to it.' Her grin stretched from ear to ear. 

She turned to pat her hair into place. 'Every day you'll get a three hour break in between smothering. It'll change from day to day depending on how us doctors take our shifts. As it's your first day you can have your three hour break now.' 

Those words were like the sweetest sound I'd heard in a long time. Three long hours of freedom from being sat on. That would give me plenty of time to think about how I might be able to escape. 

'Byeee,' she sneered with a little wave. 'I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.' The security door closed behind her and I was left alone with the whirring monitoring machines. 

I must have dozed off because I was soon woken with a start. A middle-aged black woman in a blue nylon coat was wiping any dust from the machines and gently singing. She noticed my eyes opening. 

'Well hallo, Honey,' she beamed at me. 'You da experiment all dem doctors bin talkin' about?' 

My noises caused her to unclamp my mouth. As soon as my mouth was free I gushed, 'They're holding me against my will. Can you get me out of this thing?' 

Throwing back her head she gave out a short laugh. 'I can't do dat, Honey. Be more dan my job's worth.' 

'Please, please. You've got to get me free.' 

'What dey bin doin' to you den?' she asked suspiciously. 

'Dr Ross's been sitting on my face and suffocating me,' I jabbered. 'They're going to keep me here for years and smother me.' 

Her face peered down at me with a mixture of awe and disbelief. 

'Day bin sittin' on your face?' she asked incredulously. 'Well I never!' 

She threw back her head again but this time gave out a long loud laugh. 

'Please, you've got to get me out of here,' I insisted. 'They'll be back in less than three hours.' 

A look of interest crossed her face. It was not an unpleasant face, looking naturally cheerful. 

'Den we haven't got much time, Honey,' she chuckled, taking off her coat. It dropped to the floor. Then to my horror she straddled my head and hitched up her skirt over her African backside. It was without knickers and it was massive. 

'No, please.' I managed to get out before her bottom came crushing down and completely enveloped my entire face. Soft brown flesh covered my nose and mouth and I was again at the mercy of a face-sitting female. 

'Ma name's Rosie,' she explained by way of introduction, amused at my futile struggles. She shifted her buttocks and I was able to gasp in some air. 

'Tree hours,' she mused chuckling to herself, sitting down more comfortably. 'I can do dis to you every day for tree hours. Lordy, dis is my lucky day.' 

Rosie face-sat me for the best part of my supposed three-hour break period. For someone with such a cheery disposition she was surprisingly cruel in her suffocation techniques. Her huge bum dominated me indiscriminately. She reveled in her superior position, taking full advantage of my helplessness. When she finished I was thankful for the ability to be able to breathe again. 

'Dis is our liddle secret,' she warned, securing the mouth clamp back in place. She had only just put her coat back on when Dr June Whithers entered the room. 

'Hello, Rosie,' she said cheerily. 

'Hallo, Dr Withers. Just bin cleaning da equipment,' Rosie said, beaming. She looked more radiant than she had three hours ago. She was still singing as the door closed after her. 

'See, you've got one of those faces that cheers up women,' Dr Withers smiled, draping her white coat on the hook. She wore black slacks and judging from the muscled protuberance of her bottom she regularly worked out at the gym. 

Humming quietly to herself, she made notes on the clipboard, checked the monitors, checked my drips and body sensors, and finally sat on my stomach knocking the wind out of me. She stared at my frightened look with strange excitement. 

'You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy doing this to you,' she hissed. 'I'm going to smother you like there's no tomorrow.' She grinned down at my terrified face like a Cheshire cat. 'And just when you think it can't get any worse...' Her tongue slaked across her luscious lips, '...I'm going to sit on your face even more and suffocate you something terrible.' 

I'd not been able to breathe from her weight, and now I just managed to get some air into my lungs before her black-clad orbs sank side-saddle onto my vulnerable face. And there she stayed for several hours, allowing just a miserly amount of much needed oxygen for me to barely remain alive. The claustrophobic feeling of her shameless suppression overwhelmed me. As she reclined on my conquered face, she salaciously ground her bottom into my countenance, wallowing in my misery. 

'I want you to look into my eyes,' she commanded, changing position with her back towards my feet, my head between her powerful thighs. She smirked, sinking down onto my suppressed face, my nose infringing into her crutch area. Her blazing eyes were wild with excitement. 

'This is the best job I've ever had,' she breathed, rubbing my nose against her vulva. 'And I've a feeling we're going to get on very well together.' 

The fear in the pit of my stomach increased. The beeping gained in volumn in the background as my lungs began to hurt very much. Then they ached more than I'd ever known before and I watched as her beautiful eyes closed in contentment and her crutch became damp and she began moaning for a very long time.

Her POV

The long bedroom mirror reflected my naked curves as I slowly rotatated myself, while I admired my figure and especially my protruding bottom. It had definitely become firmer and more shapely in the last five years. I had been meticulous in every aspect of the experiment, down to the finest last detail. The aggression-producing drug in one of the experimentee's drips made him constantly writhe in a desperate attempt to free his face, even after all these years. This continual bottom massage, combined with other things I make him do with his tongue, firmed and shaped it beautifully. Unlike some women, I love the look of my bum, the way it's perfectly proportionate with my wide hips and thin waist. 

I smiled back at myself in the mirror, thinking. 'You clever girl, you've finally done it, you've achieved your wildest dream!' 

I marveled at my impressive bottom, thinking of all the things he does to it with his tongue. I was extremely pleased the experiment had gone particularly well in all areas of my research. The time had passed very quickly and the results had produced much more than I could ever have anticipated. 

Today was going to be a great day for me and the other two doctors as we had enough evidence to proclaim our experiment a complete success. And I had some good and bad news for FACE, as we named our experimentee. It stood for Facial Anal Confinement Experiment. 

When I arrived early at the conference there were already many women there, with seats filling up fast. June and Mandy, in white coats like me, were finishing setting up the stage and FACE was hidden from view by curtains. 

Fifteen minutes later we were ready to make our presentation to the female audience. They were all members of the relatively new oranisation FFF, Females For Facesitting, coming from all walks of life. Some were judges, or policewomen, there were doctors, psychologists, and they were all professionals. The air was electric and the hubbub of chatter. 

I stood looking at all the excited faces watching me center-stage. When the noise quietened I began, 'Good evening ladies,' I paused, 'and gentleMAN,' indicating the direction of FACE, still hidden by curtains. The audience roared with laughter. 

Exhilarated by the atmosphere I went on, 'I, and my two colleagues are here tonight to prove to you our experiment is a great success!' There was thunderous applause. 

June and Mandy dramatically pulled back the curtains, revealing FACE strapped to a mobile version of the table he'd been living on for the past five years. The girls wheeled the table and it's drip-feeds to where I stood. 

'This is FACE who has been part of our experiment into life extension due to oxygen deprivation.' I announced, looking down at him still struggling for freedom. I pointed to the storyboard figures. 'You will see from the handouts that the statistics speak for themselves in terms of physical degradation,' I paused, turning my back to FACE and sat side-saddle down onto his face. 'And I mean the word degradation as in deteriorate and not as in degrading.' I humiliatingly wriggled my bottom over his face as he suffocated beneath me. The women roared with laughter and applauded. 

After it calmed down I continued, 'We have found that by face-sitting for twenty-one hours per day for every day for a five year duration that the life expectancy of the subject has been increased by up to twenty percent!' The audience was aghast. 

I rocked my bum on his tormented face and went on, 'However, conducting this type of experiment has produced surprisingly few drawbacks and many positive by-products.' 

FACE was struggling like mad under me. He'd been gagged so could only breathe through his nose. When I finally raised my bottom from his suffocating face I pushed the microphone near to his nostrils. The ensuing tortured nasal inhalations were amplified around the room. There were roars of laughter. 

'One of the most positive aspects to this type of experiment,' I continued, 'is that the persistent exercising of our lower bodies kept us in trim.' I slowly turned, showing off my curvaceous figure in tight beige slacks. My two friends joined in, twirling with me. There was appreciative applause. 

I timed it so FACE was just breathing out before sitting back down on his face. 

'Another good thing about testing this type of experiment,' I announced, 'is that every day you really look forward to going to work. I've never had a job like it. It's like a drug.' 

Dozens of excited eyes gazed enviously at me squat-smothering our conquest. There wasn't a female in the room who wasn't experiencing arousal. 

Lifting my bottom very, very slowly from his squashed and humiliated face, I grinned down at FACE still snorting in air. 'So you should be grateful to me and my doctor friends for preserving and extending your life.' The women laughed. I further teased, 'And because I have just received some further funding into more research I've got some good news for you and some bad news.' 

The audience were in awe. 

'Which do you want first, the good news or the bad news?' 

I grinned at the rebellious face which had been sat on by women for twenty-four (I knew about Rosie facesitting him for the extra three hours and turned a blind eye. A woman's got to have some pleasures) hours a day, every day for five years. I slowly turned, grinning at the look of horror in his eyes, the look which always turned me on. I pushed my bottom close to his face, marveling at the very reason I could do this to him and he had no choice. Then I sank my bottom again on to his upturned and helpless face. 

'The good news is we have got another five years funding to conduct further tests into this experiment.' I smiled down at the horrified eyes peeping from beneath my dominating posterior. 

'Yes, and now the bad news,' I said grinning from ear to ear. 'You know you thought your contract as experimentee was for five years.' The audience were well ahead of me. Chortles came from all sides. 'Well you may or may not be pleased to know we are going to use you, err, I mean retain you, for further experimentation purposes.' I wriggled purposefully on his face. 'So you're going to have to put up with us sitting on your face every day for the next five years.' 

I turned to look down over my shoulder and smirked when I saw his tears and my nipples hardened in reflex. 

'Here's to the next five years,' I cried out victoriously. The intoxicating sound of the women shouting and clapping rang in my ears as I savoured the moment, enjoying the feeling of suffocating him with my beautiful and perfect posterior.

The conference had gone well, even better than Professor Brenda Ross had dared hope. She had been honered with a professorship some two years ago because of her achievement in the oxygen deprivation experiment.




The Experiment



The hall had been packed by women from all walks of life for the ten-year review results of the experiment. The scientific conclusion had been verified beyond all reasonable doubt. That suffocating males and denying them oxygen did in fact prolong the duration of their life. It was also pleasing to notice that the numbers attending the seminar had grown enormously from the meeting five years previously. In fact they had more than doubled. The FFF (Females For Facesitting) organisation was expanding rapidly. Soon they would control the world. 

Not long after leaving the enormous meeting hall she and her two collegues were sitting on the hapless male on the rear of a stretch limousine's seat. He lay lengthwise, naked, with Brenda squatting side-saddle on his face, June sitting on his midriff and Mandy astride his legs. The female driver occasionally glanced enviously in her rearview mirror at the scene at the back of the stretch limo. 

'I think extreme congratulations are in order,' June said, reaching into the cocktail cabinet and handing Mandy a chilled bottle of Cristal Rose champagne. She handed each a fluted crystal glass while Mandy popped the cork and poured. They giggled at Tim's, or rather Face's, futile struggles beneath them and raised their glasses.

'Here's to the future of facesitting men,' Mandy laughingly announced, raising her glass. The others giggled in agreement and toasted, clinking their glasses.

Brenda raised her bottom from Face's tormented counternance just before he passed out. She wavered her bottom just above his nose, waiting to be reseated. In between desperate inhalations he tried to speak but his gaspings prevented this from happening. In the ten years of being facesat his lungs had expanded to such a degree that he could hold his breath for twelve minutes before unconsciousness took him from the torture of smother. But the duration and extremity of the experimentation from ten years of having his face continuously and constantly sat on had taken its toll on him physically. The inactivity had wasted his muscles and he had little strength in his arms and legs and his speech had been affected. He could still speak but in a slurred and extremely slow fashion.

'Go on, let him speak,' Mandy sniggered, as Brenda made to sit back down on his face.

'You....told...me...I...would...be...freed...' he panted, slurring, slowly catching his breath. 'You...said...after...five...years...I...could...g o...'

Mandy and June almost collapsed with laughter at the sound of his speech. Brenda smirked over her shoulder down at his bloodshot eyes.

'Did I?' she giggled, sinking her bottom back down onto his subjugated face. The others laughed. 'Well we're taking you to see a friend of ours, you can tell her your complaint if you like,' Brenda told him. He struggled beneath the weight of the three amazons, one of which was depriving him of much needed air. 'She's a high-up official in the church. A bishop actually. She may like to hear what you've got to say.'

Their laughter resounded in the car all the way into the country where the fields slipped by and the cows turned their heads to low at the strange car passing them by.

'It's a pleasure to meet you,' the bishop said mockingly to Face as he stood before her naked and vulnerable while her three friends stood smirking beside him in the impressive hallway of her house. She was dressed in her official robes and had a smile on her face that said women are firmly in charge. The marble floor felt cold beneath his feet.

'Aren't you going to greet me?' the bishop asked him, flicking up her robes behind her and turning her back on him. Her revealed buttocks were ample and dimpled.

'Kneel!' Brenda barked, pushing him down. 'Kneel before a woman of Goddess.'

The bishop thrust her bottom in front of his face. 'Kiss my bottom,' she ordered, grinning.

Gingerly he leaned forward, puckered his lips and kissed the religious woman's bbackside. Her body seemed to tremble slightly at the sensation of his soft lips massaging her fleshy buttocks. The three onlookers were entranced at the sight of their experimentee performing bottom-kissing on a woman of the cloth.

'He's a good kisser, my dear,' enthused the bishop. 'I think you've made a very good choice.'

'He's had enough practise,' June joked and they all laughed.

'Enough!' the bishop barked, twirling round, her robes returning to normal. 'Let us proceed with the ceremony.'

Brenda saw the quizzical look on their captive's face. 'Did I forget to tell you?' She was grinning from ear to ear. 'It must have slipped my mind.'

'I'll give you a clue,' Mandy sniggeringly offered. 'I'm a bridesmaid and June's a bridesmaid...'

More laughter at his shocked expression. The women were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

'That's right, darling,' Brenda pinched his cheek like a baby's. 'This is going to be our special day. I've decided you're the one for me.'

'But... he blurted, 'you...said...I'd...be...freed...'

The bishop threw back her head and gave out a loud laugh. 'No, no way. Not with you being such a good kisser. Today, my boy, you're going to be married.'

They dragged him protesting into one of the back rooms. It had a high ceiling and expensive wallpaper. A buffet was laid out on several tables and most of the furniture was Harvey Nichols. There they strappled his weakened nude body face-up to a mahogany coffee table. Then the women, except for Brenda, stood solemnly around him as he lay there wimpering. Brenda was out of his line of sight trying hard not to burst out laughing.

'Here comes the bride...' the women sang. Brenda gracefully glided up besides Face and, hitching up her skirt, swung a leg onto the table and sat astride his chest with her back to him.

'Dearly beloved,' intoned the bishop, 'we are gathered here today in the eyes of Goddess...' Brenda slipped up her skirt further and protruded her bottom nearer to his horrified face. The large, muscled moons wavered before his eyes menacingly. '...for this couple to be joined in holy matrimony...' Brenda continued to sidle herself back until her bottom-crease touched his mouth. '...Do you, Face, take Brenda Ross to be your lawful Mistress and goddess, to honour her and obey her every whim?'

Brenda turned to look down at him with such a threatening look he whined, 'Yes,' in a small voice.

'And do you, Brenda Ross, take Face to be your lawful smother and anal slave, to make him do whatever takes your fancy and suffocate and humiliate him whenever you so desire?'

Brenda tried to give one of her sweetest and most innocent smiles. 'I do.' She carefully placed her hands, cupped, one on each bulbous buttock and pulled them apart. She could hardly contain her amusement and nor could the other women.

'To seal this marriage you must unite with a ring.' The bishop just managed to control herself from sniggering.

Mandy tapped his head. 'Go on, put it in.'

He was mystified as to what they wanted him to do.

'Put your tongue in my ring, silly,' Brenda chided, pushing her rim to his mouth.

Obediently he extended is tongue until the tip ingressed into her anal passage. 'Ohhhh,' she went, exhilerated at the sensation.

'I now pronounce you goddess and sex slave, till death you do part.' The bishop was beaming broadly. Leaning forward, she gave Brenda a congratulatory hug as did Mandy and June.

Face was having a hard time of it. Brenda was sinking her bottom down onto his mouth and his tongue was slowly disappearing up into her bottom. Her anal muscle had been exercised over the years to such a degree it was strong enough to pull his tongue inside of herself and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. She finally rested when she was full-weight sitting on his mouth with his tongue intruding into her anal passage almost to the roots. Now he could only breath through his nostrils.

'Do you want him to suffocate?' June asked her friend, noting the blissful look on her face.

Brenda nodded, wriggling her bottom to enhance the ecstatic feelings of domination, humiliation and sensuality. Mandy bounced onto his stomach forcing all the air out through his nose while June calculatingly then pinched his nostrils to form a perfect seal.

'You've made me a very happy woman, Face,' Brenda smiled weakly as the waves of orgasmic pleasure entered every corner of her body. 'I promise not to let you down. I'll do this to you every single day till the rest of your life...' 

Beneath her, Face was suffering greatly. It felt like his tongue was being wrenched deep inside her anus while his lungs were burning from air starvation. 

'I love doing this to you, my love...' Then she couldn't speak any more as her moanings took over and she had the most intense climax she'd ever experienced which went on and on, and she thought it was never going to end. 



The Experiment



They had decided to meet to satisfy their curiosity about each other. They had been in communication for a while and she was interested in his sexual prowess. He was interested in her completely open take on all things sexual. She seemed to have no limits at all and he wanted to test her. 

They wanted to preserve their anonymity, so had agreed to meet at a hotel. Upon her arrival he directed her to the room he had reserved and told her that she should strip naked, pull the covers completely off the bed, and then lie face down with her limbs splayed.

She was already wet with anticipation when she arrived. She knows he is a collector of porn and he seems so well-versed in human sexuality. She wants to know if he is going to be as competent in real life as he was in their correspondence. God, she hoped he had a nice cock. It would feel so good right now. She hoped she wouldn't have to wait long. She shivers in anticipation and notices her nipples tightening as she lays down on the bed, her tits and pussy rubbing against the mattress, causing her further physical distress.

He arrives to find her exactly as he had told her to be and is a little surprised at her acquiescence, given that they've never met before. He closes the black-out curtains and quietly tells her of his pleasure at her obedience. He tells her to lie still as he notices her wiggling ass and smiles to himself as he knows how horny she is. 

"Okay my little slut, you wanted this meeting, so let's get started." 

He pulls a chair up next to the bed without disrobing. He tells her to lift herself up onto her knees for his examination. 

"I want to see this pussy of yours," he intones; "you've had me fascinated for weeks and I'm interested in whether it is unique in any way." 

He plugs in a table lamp he has brought with him and holds it close to her body, close enough for her to feel the heat. She blushes in embarrassment as she the light shines on her, and feels the heat of the lamp on her genitals. Her ass is up in the air and she wants to open herself as wide as possible to him. She rubs her tits against the mattress to stimulate her nipples as she slips into a sexual trance. She feels desperately submissive at his examination, but she's becoming more and more agitated. He is exciting her, just as she'd hoped. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable to a man, and she hasn't even seen him yet. The room is pitch dark with the exception of this lamp directed at her sexual core. 

"Hmmm." he says, "interesting indeed. Your lips are actually pulsing and I haven't even touched you." 

"It's the anticipation," she says; "this is why it's so easy for me to cum." 

He leans in and places his mouth softly on her outer lips. He moans and feels her immediately begin to shake and tighten. He laughs softly against her pussy and kisses it as though it were her mouth. She immediately shudders into her first orgasm and he smiles as he realizes that she wasn't kidding. She really can cum without any clitoral stimulation. 

"My, my," he thinks to himself and rubs the cock growing in his pants. 

He likes this already and gives himself over completely to the experiment. 

"Well, it looks like you are truly a slut after all, my dear. This is going to be a very interesting afternoon." 

He tells her to roll over and scoot her ass over to the edge of the bed. He moves to sit on the bed and he pulls her ass up onto his lap. 

"Put your legs over your head. I want to examine you further," he tells her. 

She complies and her pussy is now weeping as she realizes that he is going to enact the drawing she sent him; the one that can make her cum just from looking at it. With her legs raised, her entire genitals are fully exposed to him and again her pussy lips begin to pulse. 

He gently presses the palm of his hand over her mons, his fingers barely touching her vaginal area, and waits to see how she will respond. The pressure excites her further but she lies quietly, awaiting his next move. And so begins the exploration of her pussy. He makes several comments and 'oohs' and 'aahs' as he opens her outer lips to explore the inner ones. He runs his fingers down along the inner lips and hears her gasping response. He dips a finger into her honey pot and feels the slick warmth of her desire. He can smell her musk and it is intoxicating; a most glorious sexual smell that makes him want to plunder her. He grins at his own reaction, but has every confidence that the wait will be worth it. She isn't wiggling, she's dutifully waiting, but he can hear her heightened breathing and he knows he is living out a fantasy for her. He wants to be sure she enjoys it. 

He gently grasps the sensitive inner lips and pulls them apart as though he were opening a miniature book to read. He pulls the skin taught and listens to her moans. He watches the physical reaction and sees the white lubricant at the opening of her hole. He notices that her asshole pulses as well. He continues to dip his fingers into her cunt and then spread her juices around to her clit and her ass. He bends in close so that she can feel his breath on her as he uses two hands to pry her open and inspect her further. 

"This hole looks so small, but we both know that my cock will fit inside nicely. I will enjoy watching it stretch to accommodate me later," he says. 

He tells her to lift her legs higher as he explores her asshole with the same two handed interest, dipping a finger into her tight hole and laughing as now she is wiggling for him. He continues spreading her juices throughout the entire area with his fingers. Back and forth, dipping into both holes and watching her clit become engorged with blood; seeing her clit and inner lips tighten in anticipation of orgasm.

"I like having you at my mercy," he says to her; "what would you like me to do to you?" 

She is becoming more and more agitated and knows she needs some pressure to reach climax, but she is enthralled by this abandoned exposure and vulnerability. 

"Do anything you want to me. I am your slut. I'll do anything, but please don't stop." 

He looks back at her and finally their eyes meet. She looks at him with glazed eyes. She grabs both nipples and squeezes them hard. 

"I can't believe how nasty I feel right now. I would do anything you asked me to in this moment. I am completely at your mercy and I want you so badly. You are my king, my master and I am your little whore, your slave. Fuck me, fuck me please." 

"I'm going to fuck you. But first, I want to watch you cum again and I want you to squirt for me." 

She smiles and nods but isn't sure that she can do it. He presses his fingers deeper inside her and talks to her low and soft, telling her what a precious slut she is for him and how pleased he is with his discovery. How much he is already enjoying their experiment. He plunges four fingers into her cunny and plays with her asshole as he moves his thumb lightly over her clit. She begins to thrust her hips and tells him to move his hand away from her ass and she thinks she'll be able to squirt. He does as she wishes and he begins to feel the release of her ejaculation on his hands. He watches closely as the lamp sheds light on her, allowing him to see the show. He pulls his hand away to see the liquid sparkle in the lamplight as it trickles down her crack. He leans down to lick the wetness and is fascinated at the sweet taste. "Sugar water," he thinks to himself. 

As she gives herself completely to the moment, she feels him continue the movement and pressure of his hands and she begins to feel her actual climax. She grabs onto the sheet beneath her and lifts her hips as high as she can. She screams as she cums all over his hands. She's twisting and moaning and begging him to please fuck her. He can't believe the abandon he's witnessing and almost in fear for her overly excited state he complies with her demand. He pulls his dick from his pants and pushes himself into her super wet sheath, glorying in her warmth and passion. Knowing her likes already, he lays heavy on her and thrusts into her deep, hard and slow, talking to her and holding her hands down above her head. She's crashing again and again as she tosses her head back and forth crying out

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" 

"Keep coming for me kitten" he says as he fucks her harder, caught up in her complete abandon. 

He can't believe his own response to her as he feels his own balls tighten. She had said this would happen, but he hadn't believed her. He had had to witness this for himself, and as he shoots his wad deep into her pussy, he experiences his first prolonged orgasm. It seems to go on and on forever as she contracts and sucks him deeper and deeper inside her. Her lips pull him in and her walls pulse around him, bringing him no end to the release. It's more intense than anything he's ever felt and he collapses onto her; only then realizing that she has finally quieted. 

She laughs softly and he chuckles himself. 

"We are just getting started, you know," she says to him. 

"I think this little experiment is going to have very satisfying results," he concurs. 

"What's next?" she inquires. 

He laughs to himself as he realizes that he was quite glad he'd come prepared, just in case she was everything she said she was. This was going to be a long, leisurely and very satisfying afternoon. They lay side-by-side, holding hands and smiling.

"What's next?" he says; "I'll tell you what's next, my little wanton whore; I'm going to put my dick in your mouth." 

"Hmmm," she says. "I think I'd like that. But I'm too weak to kneel for you; you'll have to spread-eagle my face and fuck my mouth. I want you as fully exposed to me as I was to you." 

He smiles as he quickly gets up to comply. They move to the head of the bed so that he can use the wall for leverage. He notices that she's wiggling again and he's pleased by her speedy recovery. As she lays back and looks up at him, he kneels over her, places each knee on one side of her head. He leans against the wall as he looks down at her. 

"Suck me bitch," he demands and smiles as she looks up at him. 

"Oh yeah baby, I'm your bitch and I like it." 

He spreads his legs as wide as possible and swings his balls over her face, holding his cock high and tight. She laughs as she leans towards his asshole to rim him. She holds his sack in her other hand, gently licking his anus. Her tongue explores his asshole, until he moves to position his cock over her face.

He teases her mouth with the tip of his cock, enjoying prolonging the anticipation; liking the power he feels at having her lay beneath him. She licks at him as he taps his cock on her lips. She opens her mouth for him, stroking him with the softness of her mouth and tongue. Finally, he slides his cock into her mouth and she sucks hard on the crown. 

"Jesus," he thinks to himself.

He's so sensitive and her mouth is so hot and tight. 

"Let me fuck your mouth bitch. I can't take too much of this." 

She laughs and opens her mouth, allowing him access to stroke her and lets her saliva gather. She drools, so that she is as wet as possible for his added pleasure. She enjoys the slurping sounds and begins to stroke her pussy, pleased with how slick and wet she is. She hums and makes noise to heighten his pleasure and then inserts her finger into his asshole searching for his walnut. She strokes the magic gland lightly with the tip of her finger as he fucks her mouth and soon feels him pulse; feels his balls tighten and constrict. 

"I'm going to cum in your mouth you fucking whore," he says to her and she looks up at him to show her excitement. 

He allows himself his release and feels his cum spurting into the back of her throat. He looks down at her to see how she is taking it and while her eyes are closed, he can sense her pleasure and the power she is feeling at knowing how she made him lose control. 

"God, she's good. Where did she come from?" he wonders.

"My turn", she says, smiling as she licks the rest of his cum from her lips. 

As he moves to lie down next to her, she reaches over for her bag. She pulls out a huge cucumber, fat and long and smooth. 

"I know you wanted to see this show as part of our experiment," she says as she holds it up for his inspection. "I'm really going to enjoy performing for you and then I want you to use it on me." 

"Not a fucking problem," he thinks to himself. 

She tries to put the produce in her mouth, but can barely get the tip in as it is too large for her. She licks it as she looks into his eyes. She tickles her nipples with it and he watches, fascinated, as her nipples harden. Her areolas are so huge that he's surprised they are that sensitive. She lies back with her cunny facing him and presses the cucumber to her pussy hole. 

"Ahhh," she sighs; "so good, so cool and hard and real." 

She begins to move it in and out of her and he notices that it isn't easy as the instrument is so large. He's mesmerized by the process of her vagina's expanding to accommodate this thing, but even more amazed at how she can take it in, as more of it disappears inside her with each stroke. She begins to moan and move her hips as she loses herself in the moment, but becomes agitated when she can't proceed further. She moves up onto her hands and knees with her ass now facing him and inserts the vegetable into herself once again, but this time using the mattress for leverage, so that she can ride it like a cock. She moves up and down on it, feeling it going deeper and deeper inside her.

He begins to stroke himself unconsciously and is surprised to realize that he is rock hard again already. 

"I want to do that to you," he says as he moves to take over. 

She's thinking he wants to fuck her, so she's surprised when he takes the huge green play-cock and starts stroking her with it, while at the same time pulling on himself. 

"I think I like you being such a slut," he tells her; "you excite me like nothing I've experienced in a long time." 

"Then quit fucking around with that cucumber and give me your cock, you bastard. Fuck your whore like a good boy." 

That's all it takes for him to find total abandon. He tosses the cucumber aside and grabs her hips as he plunges into her hot hole. He pumps her and thrusts as hard and deep as he can. 

"You're gonna be my slut for a long time." 

He slaps her ass hard and she's further excited by it. 

She is enraptured by him. He's the only man she's ever been able to be her true nasty self with and he accepts her just as she is. 

"Oh yeah baby, keep fucking me. Fuck me hard," she begs. 

"I'm going to do more than that. I'm going to fuck your ass and you're going to like it." 

"Oh God," she cries, suddenly afraid that he's going to ruin everything. 

He grabs the cucumber again and gives it to her, telling her to use it on her pussy. He's pleased that she does as she's told, even though he can see that she's nervous. He's sorry that he can't control himself, but he has to have her ass for this experiment to be complete. She said she didn't like it, but he's got to know for sure. He leans over her back as she fucks herself with the instrument and he rubs the outer lips over her clit, the way he knows she likes it. He bites her shoulder and whispers in her ear

"If you want to be my slut, you have to take it in the ass." 

He hears her cry in surrender. 

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going to hurt you. I won't do anything you don't want but you have to let me try." 

She's sobbing and whimpering, but he senses her submission. 

He positions himself and plays at her asshole with the tip of his cock, preparing her and getting her asshole to open for him. He moves into her slowly, waiting for any sign of pain or fear from her. He notices that she seems to be lost in the moment, pumping herself with the cucumber and simply feeling the sensation of him entering her ass. He allows himself to slide all the way in and throws his head back at the sensation. The forbidden fruit of her tight little ass is his now as she wiggles and moans beneath him. He pulls her hair back to get her to rise up to him and as she looks at him with half-open eyes, he kisses her for the first time; a hard merciless kiss as he bites her lips and thrusts his tongue in her mouth. 

"You fuck me so good my lovely little slut. You make me so very happy." He strokes her ass as he looks down to see her use the produce on herself and he pounds her faster and harder and so deep, his balls are slapping against her pussy. This is wild abandon. This is complete sexual freedom and he exults in the moment of extreme fucking. 

Much to his surprise, he feels her ass tighten and pulse and he's thrilled to see her put her head down. He hadn't believed she'd be able to cum this way from what she'd said, but she was once again like a wildcat in the throws of her ecstasy. She screams at him to please keep fucking her and not to stop. He does his best to fuck her as long as he can, but the ultimate release into her ass is too tempting to withhold. He lets his nut go and feels his cum stream out. As he pulls out of her sweet ass, he enjoys the show of the cucumber still halfway in her pussy and his own white cream leaking from her ass and down onto her crack. God this was the hottest sex he'd had in he didn't know how long.

She'd never believed she would actually be able to feel a man cum inside her. She'd never felt it in her pussy, but she definitely felt it in her ass. She'd been so afraid it wouldn't feel good or that the double penetration would confuse her senses, so that she wouldn't be able to cum. And yet, it was the most erotic experience of her life. Not only did his cock in her ass feel good, but she could feel his jet and it led her to yet another climax. She couldn't believe this was possible, but she knew she still wasn't sated. This man had lifted her to a level of arousal that she had never felt before and she knew that there was a level of sexual connection bordering on the perverse, which she wanted to reach. She knew there was nothing she wouldn't do for him, to him, with him and she wanted this feeling to go on. If this was submission, then so be it. She was powerless against him and she wanted him to keep pleasuring her at all costs.

No, they both accepted that the experiment was not over. It was just waiting for the next chapter.



The Experiment



I rang the doorbell uncertain of what was to come once I stepped inside. I had a feeling of excitement with a tint of apprehension seeing as this was the first time I had ever done something like this. In fact, it wasn't until just recently that I even pondered the thought of doing something like this. It was totally unlike me, but it was a level of satisfaction that I haven't been able to attain in any other way. 

The door opened and there he stood in his button down shirt motioning for me to come in. Immediately, my level of excitement went through the roof. Recently, I started having a rush of urges to satisfy men. I don't know what brought it on, but sex with my girlfriend was just not cutting it anymore and I needed other ways to satisfy my sexual cravings. Just the thought of having another man use my body as his personal playground as he brought himself to satisfy his most primal urge gave me such a high that doing it physically would undoubtedly be sheer ecstasy.

We skipped the small talk and went straight to turning out the lights. I began unbuttoning his shirt and I could feel his pulsing body underneath the fabric. I tore his shirt off and wasted little time undoing his belt. He stood in front of me bare with a smile on his face. This was a man's man. His physique was so flawless you would've thought he was raised in the jungle like Tarzan. The sight made my heart rate skyrocket and neither of us could wait for the main course any longer.

I guided my tongue from his abdominal muscles to his chest making sure I put emphasis on his nipples. His head rolled back indicating I was doing well so far. My hands gravitated from his firm torso to his erect dick as I began to stroke it nice and slow. I wanted to make sure I didn't give him too much too fast, so I laid him on the bed and continued to slowly stroke his cock while licking his chest and neck. He began to breathe heavily, and I took it as my cue to let my tongue do some work on his rock hard cock dripping with pre cum. I spat on the tip of his dick and moistened his shaft with both my palms. I licked from his shaft to the tip and back down again as he let out low moans of pleasure. Knowing that my tongue alone was able to satisfy this beast gave me such an incredible high that my dick also began to drip with pre cum. Just imagining the pleasure he must feel by having my mouth over his warm cock made me suck that much harder and deeper.

His moist cock slid easily between my wet lips, and I made sure my tongue did its part massaging so thoroughly that I could trace the veins that roped around his cock like vines. Up and down I went accompanied by pleasurable moans as his firm grip fluctuated from the back of my head to the top of my neck. "I don't want you getting off too much on this, it's just the appetizer," I said. He and I both knew what the main course was. I assumed the position.

He forcefully slammed my head into the bedding so as to expose my asshole completely. He took his fingers and ran them down my neck and spine. He took his massive palms and spread my asscheeks apart spitting into my asshole moistening it for penetration. He spread my knees farther apart and again spit in my asshole. I could feel the warm saliva work its way down and I completely relaxed and submitted to his will. I wanted him to use me in any way he wanted. He teased my asshole by slapping the head of his penis on it, I bit my bottom lip and smiled as the anticipation of being his personal fucktoy had me in a trance.

Without warning he rammed his cock inside me causing my body to jerk forward. He pulled out slowly so as to not deprive his cock a morsel of sensation. Then again he rammed, each pump more violent than the previous one. My breathing became deep and heavy like I was running a marathon. The excruciating pain coupled with indescribable pleasure had my mind in a state of bliss. My yells of pleasure and pain fell on deaf ears as he continued his dominance. 

He pulled me up by the hair with his dick still inside me and held my arms behind my back as he continued to pump. Without the support of the bedpost to help absorb the shock, I was now completely at his mercy as my asshole took the brunt of the pounding with nothing to hold on to. The ratio of pleasure to pain shifted more towards the pain side, but he quickly restored the balance when he began licking and sucking my neck. He eased up and concentrated on my neck for a little bit. The soft sounds his lips made against my neck was a welcome calm after the storm. He laid me down and assumed his position over me almost as a mighty gladiator would over a conquered opponent. His physique glowed in the dim lighting. I rubbed my hand on his chest as it rose and fell with each breath. My other hand began massaging his overworked cock and my mouth would soon follow. I placed my mouth over his pulsing dick and did my best until he came for what seemed like two minutes into my mouth. He brought his lips to mine and we shared his load with our tongues intertwined until every drop was accounted for. We layed next to each other not regretting for a minute our experimental experience. A perfect culmination to a perfect night. I can't wait to ring his doorbell again.