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Animal Instinct Ch. 01

By: riverboy



The story is fiction. Fantasy. Not real. All characters are over 18.

*****

Sunlight streamed into a big open room though old metal framed windows. It was a classroom of sorts, but also a laboratory, a place of research. Ivy covered brick buildings surrounded the grass courtyard below the windows, one of them with the stately facade used on the school's logo. Inside, the room was quiet enough to hear the ticking of a clock on the wall.

"Please remove your clothes Miss White," Mr. Black said.

"My clothes?" she asked.

"Yes. We're doing an experiment in nature today."

"Nature?" she asked.

"Nature and instinct. Where we came from, and why," he said as he stood up from his desk. He unbuttoned his shirt as he rose, and took it off.

His shoes were next, and then his pants. Miss White stood silently as his undershorts came off, and Mr. Black stood quietly and silently before her, as natural as natural could be.

"Miss White?" he said. He picked up a clipboard as he stood there watching her.

Not knowing why, her hands went to her fastenings, and soon she was natural too, standing before him.

"We're looking into—studying if you will—instinct. Human instinct, which is of course, animal instinct," Mr. Black said.

While he said it he was looking at Miss White's naked body, taking notes, the long penis between his legs thickening and rising slightly as he observed her.

"Are you observing me Miss White?" he asked.

"Yes," she said quietly.

"Describe your feelings," he said.

"I feel...warm. Warmer now than when I had my clothes on," she said.

Her eyes scanned across Mr. Black. She had seen him many times clothed, but he seemed like a completely different thing in his natural state—a man, not a teacher.

"I feel...drawn to you," she said.

"What's the strength of this 'draw'?" he asked. "Is it something you've felt before in my presence?"

"No, never," she said. "It's very strong. Very difficult for me to stay here...to stand still."

They both stood silently for many moments, the faint sound of the ticking clock and Mr. Black's pencil on paper the only sounds in the room. His thick, long penis throbbed slightly, and seemed to grow a bit more, rising up at an angle to his powerful legs, seeming to hover in space.

"Describe your feelings Miss White," Mr. Black said, breaking the silence.

"The heat I mentioned before, it feels like it's swirling," she said. "Moving around inside me, the way smoke swirls off a snuffed out candle."

"Good, very good," Mr. Black said.

"My feet," Miss White said, "they feel different. They were like lead before, heavy and stuck, but now they feel light and free, like they could take me anywhere."

"Where would they take you if you let them?" Mr. Black asked.

"To you," Miss White said. "I feel a strong need to smell you."

"To smell me?" he said, making note of it on his clipboard.

"Yes. I almost can, but I feel...frustrated. Frustrated that I can't smell you deeply."

As she said it her feet broke free of the cold wood floor and she moved. Almost imperceptibly at first, but then one foot went in front of the other and she arrived in front of Mr. Black. Her knees went down as she took the last few steps, and when she stopped she was looking straight at the throbbing, meaty appendage. She smelled the big cock and looked up at him. 

"What do you smell, Miss White?" he asked.

She inhaled the scent again, long and slow, with her nose right up against it. 

"The ocean. The universe. The clean earth in my mothers garden, after it rains."

Mr. Black wrote on his clipboard, and Miss White took the big ebony colored cock in her small hand. Her slender fingers wrapped around it one at a time, but it was too big for her to enclose. The length extended five or six inches beyond her hand, and being only half hard it drooped a bit as it left the support of her fingers.

She inhaled deeply, smelling it again, and then her mouth opened slowly and her tongue extended, lifting the weight of the drooping appendage onto its moist surface. Her tongue moved side to side, its slight roughness adding to the connection between the two very different types of flesh.

"Describe your feelings Miss White," Mr. Black said.

"Soft but hard...cold but hot...wrong but right," she said. "The swirling heat has overtaken me. The cold floor means nothing. The voices in the hallway mean nothing. My breathing, deeper and louder, means everything."

"Is there a taste? What did you experience with your mouth?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, and she let the whole tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue on it. It barely fit—the big cock had grown even more since her hand encircled it. "It tastes earthy, like the smell. Delicious. When I was a child my grandmother made wild mushroom gravy..."

Mr. Black stood silently, taking notes as Miss White took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Only a third of it fit in, and that was a stretch for her small mouth, but she seemed to enjoy the challenge.

Miss White was moaning softly, and her eyes were closed for much of her oral exploration. She needed one hand to control the huge cock, and her other went slowly up her torso to her small tits, rubbing the tiny pointy nipples in slow circles as her tongue bathed the underside of Mr. Black's cock with wet heat.

"Describe your feelings Miss White," he said, drawing her back into the real world.

"I'm starting to perspire," she said. "Not only in the usual places, but all over, like when I exercise. It's odd because I'm not moving, I'm just here on my knees. The heat in me feels very soft and beautiful, like the swirling stopped and it's just a pure, uncolored warmth." She paused for a few moments, deep in thought. "I feel so relaxed—peaceful almost, and yet coiled like a spring that's being wound tighter. The two things are so different, and yet they both feel equal, like a wonderful balance."

"Good, very good," Mr. Black said. "The next part of our research will take place on the couch. I'm working on a hypothesis that when the body is horizontal the increased blood-flow to the brain alters our instinctual stimulation and plays a role in how our desires manifest themselves."

Miss White looked at the huge cock and reluctantly released it from the grip of her small hand. She stood slowly, running her hands down her hips the way she would to smooth clothes if she had any on. She looked slightly embarrassed, her pupils dilated a bit. Mr. Black noted it all down on his clipboard.

"The couch then?" she asked quietly.

Mr. Black nodded and Miss White walked slowly over to it. The wall the couch was against had a view out the big windows of the school grounds, and an impromptu soccer game was underway on the green grass. Miss White sat down nervously on the cold brown leather, and Mr. Black made a few notes before walking over to join her. His massive cock had lost a little of it's hardness, but it still hung proud of his body and swayed back and forth like a clock's pendulum as he walked.

"Describe your feelings Miss White," he said, standing within reach of her.

"The heat has gone back to a swirl," she said, "but part of me is ice cold. I'm wondering if I can be seen through the window, but I don't seem to care. My hand wants to do this again, and my mouth..."

She wrapped her cream colored fingers around the huge brown cock, pulled Mr. Black between her widespread thighs, and took the massive organ into her mouth again. A deeper, louder moan vibrated out of her.

Her second hand went to Mr. Blacks heavy, drooping testicles, and then made their way under them onto his muscular ass. The feel of his soft ball-sack on her forearm as she caressed his ass drew another deep, vibrating moan out of her, and his huge cock went a little deeper into her mouth. She let him slip out and described her feelings without him having to ask.

"Massive intrusion," she said, breathing hard and taking it in her mouth briefly again. "Too big and yet, just right. Full heat again, no more cold."

She slipped it deep into her mouth again, breathing loud through her nostrils.

"Shall we try the horizontal now Miss White?" Mr. Black asked.

She pulled her head off his shiny wet cock with a groan, looking up at him with wilder eyes. She turned sideways, drew her legs up onto the couch and reclined down onto the cold leather, holding onto the big cock the whole time.

"Half cold, half hot again," she said. "I hope boys outside can see. Swirling down low again. I want your mouth on me."

"Good, very good Miss White," Mr. Black said.

He knelt next to the couch and slowly lowered his head to her tits. His soft brown lips opened and he took a tiny hard nipple in, massaging it with his warm tongue. Miss White moaned deeply again, and her hands went to the wiry hair on his head, holding him close to her.

"Warm all over, cold gone," she said breathlessly. "Beautiful silent buzzing in my chest. My hands on your head feel like they've got the world in them."

Mr. Black stopped for a moment and reached over to a table next to the couch, switched on a voice recorder, and put his clipboard down. He went back to his oral nipple massage and one of his big hands reached down to Miss White's knee. He drew it up the inside of her thigh, ever so slowly and with a touch as light as a feather, until he was where the heat was. He brushed his fingers through the soft hair at her opening, and rested a long finger gently between the warm lips of her feminine flower.

"Desire," she said in a near whisper. "Stronger than I've ever felt before. Clear-headedness is dissolving. Sensible thinking is...going."

Mr. Black's long finger pressed down from its resting place and disappeared into Miss White's slippery tunnel. He manipulated it skillfully, deep inside her, on the upper wall of her vagina.

"Colors overtaking me. A rainbow of warmth," she said. "Muscles tightening. All of them...toes...neck...fingers. They're tight but relaxed. That balance again."

Mr. Black's mouth left Miss White's tits and drifted down her small thin body, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his warm breath. His mouth came to rest on the lips of her small pussy, right where his finger disappeared into her. His tongue dabbed the soft, wet flesh and Miss White's back arched up off the brown leather.

"Colors brighter now," she said breathily. "red, orange and yellow. A flash of green. Balance is good...balance is good."

Mr. Black gently licked the solid little clit protruding above the moistness, and Miss White's moans grew deeper and more numerous.

"Balance going," she said, having trouble getting the words out. "Moving...moving forward...moving faster."

Miss White's back was arched high, stretching her small tits tight above it. Mr. Black's finger continued its manipulation, and his tongue was gently relentless.

"Colors gone white!" she almost yelled, expelling great quantities of air. "Flying! Oh God I'm Flying!"

When her muscle spasms ended the long finger slowed its circular motion inside her warm tunnel, and the tongue gradually stopped, ending with a moist kiss.

"Very good Miss White," Mr. Black said. "Very good."

He picked up his clipboard and made some notes.

"Any overriding feelings?" he asked. "Instinctual desires?"

"Need more," she said, still breathing hard. "More than your finger, more than your tongue. Need to be filled. Filled beyond full."

Miss White got up on all fours on the hard leather couch, presenting her open ass to Mr. Black. He set his clipboard on the table and joined her, his knees sinking deep into the couch as the big head of his cock disappeared into her pink pussy. She gazed out the window at the soccer game as he filled her.

"Boys!" she said breathily. "All those boys. All those cocks. Fucking deep" she gasped. "Fucking huge. Fucking deep. Fucking deep..."

Mr. Black was all in, holding still for a few moments so Miss White could savor her wish to be filled beyond full. His massive cock slid halfway out, shiny and slick, and then the dark brown piston reversed direction and split Miss White's insides open again. After a few revolutions his big engine was turning, and Miss White's entire being was propelled through space with more horsepower than she'd ever dreamed off.

The cute boys on the grass became a blur as the colors flooded her brain again, red and orange and yellow. There was music to accompany the show this time—Mr. Black, overwhelmed by the tightness of Miss White's tunnel, was singing an ancient song in deep resonant moans, and Miss White joined him in harmony. Flesh slapping together added the percussion, and a symphony as old as mankind reverberated through the big room.

Miss White's little body absorbed the massive cock better than she imagined when she first saw it, and she reveled in the fullness, the pressure, the overwhelming 'to muchness' of it all. It was so overwhelming she was finished with the science, finished with the thinking, and she just flew off to the heavens, propelled by a big black cock.

The trip was intense, the destination extraordinary, and the atmospheric re-entry breathtaking. Mr. Black exploded inside her, the tight friction on his piston just too much for him to endure. Some of the boys on the field looked towards the big window when they heard the cries of love, but the reflection of the sky kept the science experimenters from view, and the scene in Mr. Black's big room quieted to the sound of oxygen being drawn into lungs and carbon dioxide being expelled. And that faintly ticking clock.

"Describe your feelings Miss White," Mr. Black said, still tying to get his breathing back to normal. His massive cock slipped out of her, and the gaping gap it left slowly closed.

"Massive intrusion," she said, still gasping for oxygen. "Too big and yet just right. Don't want it to end. Tingling. The best kind of pain. A pain I want more of."

Her hand went under her and collected the semen oozing out of her and she rubbed it on her pussy and her still heaving belly.

"The stuff of life," she said breathily. "We'll need to study it more..."

Animal Instinct Ch. 02



This story is fiction. Fantasy. Not real. All characters are over 18.

*****

Mr. Black was preparing for another of his 'natural instinct' experiments. He interviewed members of the school's athletic teams, looking for young men with strong, muscled bodies and attractive looks. The equivalent of 'young bucks' from the animal kingdom. He had them strip to their underwear, and asked them a series of questions, one of which was, "How big is your penis when erect?" He chose the four biggest amongst the best looking young men. They were indeed handsome boys—two with dark ebony skin and two well tanned but creamy white.

On the morning of the experiment Mrs. Higgs from the library walked into Mr. Black's large room, the old wooden floor creaking a bit as she approached his desk. She looked very unsure of herself. 

The boys walked in as a group, smiling and joking with each other as boys do, but the quiet of the big room and Mr. Black's serious expression silenced them and they stood off to the side of Mrs. Higgs, also looking unsure of the situation.

"I'm conducting experiments here that study natural instinct," Mr. Black said, his voice somehow quiet and booming at the same time. "If any of you are uncomfortable with what happens here you are free to leave at any time. Please read this carefully and sign it."

He handed out a clipboard to each person with a paper attached, a standard confidentiality agreement about the experiment. The five subjects look them over, and the sound of pens signing names was the only sound in the big room for a few minutes.

"Nothing that happens here is spoken of outside these walls," he said when they were through. "And as you just witnessed, I also signed a contract." He handed it to Mrs. Higgs to examine. "It states that any of the study materials generated during this experiment are only to be seen by myself and those assisting me. Any written hypothesis or published papers will not include names or anything that will link you to these experiments. Your confidentiality is assured."

Mrs. Higgs smiled politely, wondering what all the fuss was about as she handed the paper back to Mr. Black. Schools are way too careful these days about legal matters, she thought.

"Gentlemen, please remove your shirts," Mr. Black said.

He walked to a work table and picked up a plastic container and a paintbrush.

"This is water-soluble paint designed for skin. I'm going to mark each of you with a number on your chest and on your back. When we're through here you'll be able to wash it off easily in the athletic department showers."

What he didn't tell any of them was that the numbering would be most useful upon playback of the video that was being recorded by four cameras up on the ceiling. He thought knowledge of that type of thing happening would color the experiment, perhaps even keeping Mrs. Higgs from participating.

The boys were marked 1,2,3 and 4, smiling as it happened, but keeping any good-natured ribbing to themselves in the face of Mr. Black's seriousness.

"All right," Mr. Black said. "You may disrobe completely now, while the paint is drying."

The boys eyes grew, and they looked at each other.

"You mean...everything?" Number Three asked.

"Yes, please," Mr. Black said.

The boys looked at each other again and started slowly unfastening their pants. All of them glanced at Mrs. Higgs at one point or another in their undressing, and just moments later they were all naked. Two of them held their hands nervously in front of their crotches, and two of them stood proudly, hands at their sides.

"Please undress now Mrs. Higgs," Mr. Black said.

"Undress? You want me to undress as well?" she said, her eyes growing as she thought about the request. "But...what...what would the board say about this Mr. Black?"

"They know of my experiments."

But...my husband. What of my husband?" she said, her voice fainter and tightening as she looked in the direction of the naked young men.

"These experiments are confidential, Mrs. Higgs," Mr. Black said, and he gave her the quiet time she needed to gather her thoughts.

"Confidential," she said quietly as she slowly rose from her chair.

She tugged her skirt down instinctually, and almost smiled when she wondered why she bothered if it was all coming off. Her mind raced, questioning her motives and thinking about her proud 'proper lady' status in the community. Would taking off her clothes in this manner, for science, jeopardize that? And would it even be possible for her to do it? Would her hands let it happen? How could she possibly take her clothes off in front of four stunningly handsome naked young men, all of them students that she saw in the library often? And then there was Mr. Black, a man she had fantasized about more than once when her husband made love to her.

The question of whether her hands could even do it was answering itself— her fitted blazer was sliding down her arms as her mind spun, and her arms laid it on the chair without any sensation of touch or movement. It was like all her senses had shut down—there was no sound, no feel, she wasn't even sure what she was looking at anymore as her hands went to the buttons on her blouse. She did feel the slight change in temperature as her blouse slipped down her arms, the dry air of the big room hitting the moist skin of her bare belly.

She removed her clunky, big-healed shoes, and the next thing she knew she was lowering the side zipper on the below-the-knee length skirt that matched the blazer, a nice looking tweed that she was glad she had chosen that morning. Gravity took the skirt down, guided by the hands she still couldn't feel, and she stepped out of it and laid it on the chair with the rest of her things. A white satin slip with pretty lace at the bottom was next, moving with a smooth shimmer down her slightly plump legs. 

She was less happy about her morning's choice of underwear. Not quite granny panties, but something disappointingly close to them covered her round behind. Her bra was also something her grandmother would probably have been comfortable with. Without understanding why, she removed them both, and the dry air caressed every inch of her, her somewhat large breasts sagging only slightly, their chunky fullness a highlight of her middle-aged body. She didn't look at herself, but she knew from instinct that her big nipples were standing proudly at attention. Mr. Black did nothing, watching quietly as all his naked subjects slowly got used to the situation. Mrs. Higgs' breathing was the loudest thing in the room.

The biggest change, other than Mrs. Higgs being on full and glorious display, was the state of the boys penis's. All had grown into erections, and even the previously proud 'hands free' boys were now covering up and holding them down. They were a magnificently large bunch, and their hands weren't big enough to keep the hard appendages from view. Mrs. Higgs tried not to look, but she was unable to keep herself from some direct glances, and her peripheral vision was full of young cock, which did nothing to quiet her heavy breathing.

"Mrs. Higgs, we're looking into instincts here, so would you please describe what you're feeling, with regard to those type of thoughts," Mr. Black said.

"Oh my," Mrs. Higgs said. "I don't know if I...those type of thoughts you say? I suppose you want brutal honesty." 

Mr. Black was silent.

"My instincts...are...to touch all these beautiful boys," she said. "Touch them where I shouldn't touch them."

Some of the boys breathing got a bit louder, and two of them readjusted their hands, trying in vain to contain their huge erections.

"My instincts are base and primitive," she continued, breathing even louder and deeper. "Deep and Primitive. Deep and warm. Very warm...my goodness Mr. Black, is your thermostat stuck?"

Boy number two smiled even though he was trying hard not to.

"My instincts are to kiss that smiling boy, and take his hard...his...take a hold of him and feel..."

"You can speak freely Mrs. Higgs, please. And please move and act on whatever you feel," Mr. Black said.

"Freely...oh my..." Mrs. Higgs said, fidgeting a bit on her feet and acting like she didn't know what to do with her hands. "Freely," she said again, exhaling loudly through her nostrils.

She was back in that same sensory deprivation zone she was in when she undressed, not really feeling her body properly, not knowing if she was standing or sitting, and once again unsure of something as simple as what she was looking at. Her mind was completely unfocused when she found herself standing in front of boy number two, her hand pulling the back of his neck down, her mouth going to his, and her other hand finding his quite massive ebony colored cock.

"Please add to your thoughts whenever you wish Mrs. Higgs," Mr. Black said.

"My instincts are...very primitive Mr. Black, as you can imagine," Mrs. Higgs said.

"For this experiment today, it's best if you act on them," Mr. Black said. "Imagining them won't further the science."

"Oh my," she said, clearly hot, bothered and flustered.

"Feel free to use the rest of the lab, anything you'd like," Mr Black said.

Mrs. Higgs had noticed a large bed when she'd walked in, but didn't think much about it at the time. It was in the middle of the room, unencumbered with blankets, just a clean grey sheet stretched smooth and tight.

Without thinking much she took Number Two's hand and led him to the bed. She sat on the edge, and after a brief moment she let her upper body fall back onto the cool sheet, her eyes finally able to focus on something, a long florescent light fixture on the ceiling.

Number Two looked at her, with her legs spread halfway open and her lovely tits oozing softly of the sides of her. He looked at Mr. Black who nodded at the young man.

Number Two dropped slowly to his knees and inhaled the moist, musky scent of Mrs. Higgs pussy, the lips open ever so slightly and glistening with wetness. His mouth opened and engulfed the entire thing, his tongue splitting her open and slithering through the wetness.

"Oh God help me," Mrs. Higgs moaned.

"Shall we gather 'round gentleman?" Mr. Black said, and the three other boys surrounded the bed, moving slowly and quietly.

"Please add to your thoughts whenever you wish Mrs. Higgs," Mr. Black said.

"My thoughts?" she said with a breathless giggle. "Good Lord Mr. Black!"

"Whenever you wish Mrs. Higgs. Your instincts, remember?" he said quietly and calmly.

"Yes," she said, gasping for breath as Number Two went to town on the library lady's pussy. "My instincts."

After a few more gasped breaths, with her hands gathering the tight bedsheet in her clutches, she continued, barely getting the words out as the pleasure from Number Two's tongue overtook her.

"My instincts...are to touch myself," she said, and she did, squeezing her tits tight in her hands, and she moaned deeply. "My instincts...are to let these beautiful boys touch me, everywhere," she said breathily as she looked up at them. "With their hands...with their mouths...with every inch of their manhood. Oh God help me..."

Mr. Black nodded at the boys, and they slowly and gently moved in on her. Her hands went back to clutching the sheet, leaving her soft tits wide open for the descending mouths. Mrs. Higgs let out a trembling exhale as her body was engulfed, smothered out by a moist kiss from Number Four. She moaned a long, crying moan into his mouth.

The sensation of being ravaged was unlike anything Mrs. Higgs had ever experienced, and she quickly lost herself in it, oblivious to right and wrong, or even up and down. Her world was out of control. Gloriously, wonderfully, for the first time in her life, out of control.

"Somebody fuck me!" she said, quietly but forcefully. 

Number Two, who had been priming her pump for many minutes, looked up at Mr. Black who nodded at him. Number Two stood, and Mrs. Higgs got a glimpse of the rock hard hunk of ebony wood in his hand. It was massive, unlike anything she had ever seen. Mrs. Higgs was not a porn watcher, and the thought that something like Number Two's cock even existed had never crossed her mind before. Now it was about to force its way into her dripping wet pussy.

"My instincts are to scream 'it won't fit!'" she said. "And my instincts are to welcome it, welcome it like something I didn't even know I craved. God I want it so bad!"

Six hands and three mouths took her out of this world as the massive cock split her open down below. Fuller and so much deeper than anyone had ever been inside her, her pussy squeezed and compressed Number Two, playing with his mind in a way that was new to him. He was inexperienced sexually, and none of his young lovers had let his huge cock all the way in before. He was always left with four inches or so on the outside of heaven, wondering what it would be like to be taken fully. Mrs. Higgs took him fully, and it was glorious. A big beautiful cock, buried to the hilt in a steaming, squeezing pussy, slipping out eight inches or more with a shiny glint from the florescent lights before plunging balls deep again, a slow rhythm establishing itself as if directed by an unseen conductor.

Mrs. Higgs was gone from the thoughtful world, her mind shut down from the mundane but opened wide to the beautiful. A rush had overtaken her with more power than any narcotics could muster, and Number Two's huge cock was what was dosing her, injecting her with a natural high that grew with each plunge of the big black needle.

The intensity grew rapidly all around her, all the boys moaning as they ravaged her, with more vocal encouragement welling up from a quiet beginning.

"You go girl," Number One said quietly as Mrs. Higgs moans became quiet screams. "You like us eatin' your tits?" She looked at him with wild, frantic eyes and nodded.

"You wanna help me with my cock Mrs.?" Number Four asked as he straddled her head, and he tea-bagged his long white meat into her eager, open mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah! That looks hot!" Number Three said, and he knelt beside her so she could work his long black cock with her hand.

Number One did the same on the other side of her.

Number Two blew his young load inside her, his red hot cock unable to take the balls deep fucking for very long. He cried a deep moan as he blew, and it triggered a searing hot orgasm in Mrs. Higgs, one for the ages in anyone, but in her it was positively shattering. Before she had any clue about reality again, Number Two was out and Number Three had plunged into her hot, wet hole.

Somewhat more experienced with his ten inch tool, he went to town in the writhing, screaming woman, her tits flailing fore-and-aft in a blur.

"Oh yeah!" Number Four said, trying in vain to keep his tea bag in the tea. "Look at her fuckin' go!"

"She's fuckin' hot man!" Number One said.

The screams emanating from Mrs. Higgs were almost constant, a wavering shriek that was exhausting the poor woman's vocal chords. Number Three blew off deep inside her as Number Two had done, and when her wavering shriek died down Mr. Black held up his hand and let things calm for a moment.

"Instincts Mrs. Higgs?" he asked calmly.

She could barely speak. A whimpering, choppy, breathy voice croaked out of her. "Two more cocks," she said.

Mr. Black nodded at the boys, and Number One took charge. He went and got one of the brown leather cushions off the nearby couch, rolled the still reeling woman to the side of the bed, and placed the cushion at the edge. He helped her climb on, bent over the cushion in doggy position, her feet barely touching the floor. White cream ran down the inside of her legs, and Number One's long cock slid into the source of the ooze. Mrs. Higgs was quickly back in the fray.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she said, her first vocal encouragement since the start.

Number Two had recovered from his monumental orgasm, and his huge black muscle stuffed Mrs. Higgs mouth. Her muffled screams quickly built, and when he misjudged a thrust and slipped out of her mouth her unmuffled cry rattled the windows.

Number One was experienced too, and the deep doggy style he was giving Mrs. Higgs was touching something new, something she didn't know she had.

"Fuck! Don't fuckin' stop that! Oh my God!" she screamed.

Number One was relentless, and drove her insanely high. At the peak he could take no more and blew, but Number Four was at his side and the hand off was almost seamless. The new, well rested stud hit her with ever ounce of his young energy, his extra fat eight inches of white meat carrying Mrs. Higgs to the mighty temple of pleasure, the place few ever go, a seat on a flying golden throne soaring through space at a million miles-per-hour.

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The boys wiped themselves clean as best they could, dressed themselves, and headed for the showers down in the gym locker room to wash off their numbers. Mrs. Higgs, after a rest on the messy, rumpled bed, cleaned herself at Mr. Blacks laboratory sink with some small white towels, first taking care of the caking white goo on her thighs and then wiping her whole body down with a warm wet towel. She pulled on her old fashioned panties, strapped her nice tits into her plain looking bra, and pulled on her lace trimmed slip. Her skirt, blouse and jacket completed the conservative look, and she looked herself over and combed out her hair in a small mirror. Next to Mr. Black's desk, where he was making notes on the session, she slipped on her shoes.

"I'm available...for...further studies," Mrs. Higgs said, sounding a bit unsure of herself again. She nervously tugged at her skirt as she turned and walked out, her clunky heels clicking softly on the old wood floor.



Animal Instinct Ch. 03



This story is fiction. Fantasy. Not real. All characters are over 18

*****

Mr. Black made casual inquiries around the school, trying to find participants for his next experiment. He made note of who seemed interested in the subject of natural instinct, with emphasis on who he thought would be able to handle the sometimes intense experiences. How the participants handled the experience was sometimes a surprise though—certainly Mrs. Higgs from the library was a surprise, her animal side rearing up as she took four huge young cocks one sunny afternoon.

In the dining hall one day Mr. Black noticed someone new. Mrs. Gardener was a visiting nurse, working with the school's staff nurse for a few weeks to help out with some testing. He approached her with his usual questions and immediately offered her a chance to partake in one of his experiments.

"Natural instinct?" she asked. "You can't give me any more to go on than that?"

"I'm afraid not Nurse Gardener," Mr. Black said. "For the observations to be useful the subjects need to be unaware of what might happen."

"Very mysterious," Nurse Gardener said. "In school I enjoyed the science, so sure, I'm game."

"Excellent," Mr. Black said. "One o'clock on Friday then."

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Friday at five minutes after one Nurse Gardener was sitting opposite Mr. Black's desk signing the confidentiality agreement, along with an electrician from the school's maintenance staff named Mr. Wilks. His muscular, wide-shouldered body barely fit in the small chair, and the light streaming in the big windows glinted off his shaved head. He seemed to ooze testosterone from his smooth, dark brown skin.

"I've signed one as well, as you can see," Mr. Black said. "We shall all disrobe now, and Nurse Gardener, when we're ready I'll have you tie Mr. Wilks and me up on the floor over there."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" Nurse Gardener said. "Is this some kind of a joke?"

Mr. Wilks looked very unsure of the situation as well.

"I assure you Nurse Gardener, this is no joke," Mr. Black said. "You're free to leave at any time if you feel uncomfortable. You too Mr. Wilks. If you wish to get out of the restraints just say the word and I'll have Nurse Gardener release you."

As Mr. Black was talking he was removing his clothes and folding them over his desk chair. Nurse Gardener watched as his tall, well-toned ebony body revealed itself, and before she could gather her thoughts he was naked, his massive cock hanging flaccid between his legs.

Mr. Wilks had started on his shirt buttons, glancing at Nurse Gardener nervously as he took it off.

"Nurse Gardener, please tell me now if you're unwilling to go through with the experiment," Mr. Black said in his quietly booming voice.

"I'm tying you up, not the other way around, right?" she asked.

"That's correct Nurse Gardener," Mr. Black said. "You'll be in complete control."

"You know I'm married right," she said. "I got kids and grandchildren."

"Yes Nurse Gardener, that was part of our interview," he said.

"So what are you testing, my willpower or something?" she asked.

There's a recording machine running, and I'll be asking you a series of questions," he said

"Hmm. I guess...I can do it," she said. "This'll be an interesting one to tell my husband."

"I'm afraid you can't do that Nurse Gardener," he said. "The confidentiality agreement. No one can know anything about these experiments for as long as they're underway, and after they're complete there will be no names or descriptors associated with the published findings. Your participation here will be totally anonymous, like it never happened. Is that acceptable to you?"

Nurse Gardener was in deep thought. Of course Mr. Black's experiment had started the moment he mentioned the word 'disrobe'. The reaction of his subjects, and their questions, was all part of what he was studying. How would a 'person off the street' react to a potentially sexual situation? Would their animal instincts override their common sense, their sense of right and wrong? Their religion? Their upbringing? Was animal instinct enough to break a marriage vow, and what was the thought process behind it?

"Are we continuing Nurse Gardener?" Mr. Black asked.

"Yes," she said. "For the good of science I guess, right?"

She suddenly looked nervous and made no move to disrobe. Mr. Wilks continued his slow undressing and was soon down to his worn-out looking white briefs. There was a fairly massive bulge in the front of them, and when they came off Nurse Gardener was astonished to she it came from a penis that wasn't even hard.

"Nurse Gardener, as soon as you disrobe I'll have you tie us up," Mr. Black said. "I'll begin the questioning now. Describe your feelings please."

"My feelings?" she said as started to lift the hem of her top up, exposing her nearly flat belly. "What the fuck have I got myself into, that's one feeling."

She was wearing nurses scrubs—simple, thin cotton garments that were easily removed. The top went over her head and her short Raven hair settled in a shiny, slightly messed up mass. Her brown eyes flared nervously as she stood there in her nice looking everyday bra.

"What would my husband think of me tying up two naked black men, that's another feeling," she said. "For that matter, what do I think about it. It seems a bit...racial...don't you think?"

"I assure you Nurse Gardener, the color of all of our skin is coincidental and meaningless to the experiment," Mr. Black said. "Continue with your feelings please, as you disrobe."

"My feelings are I don't think it's meaningless," she said. "I'm sure you're aware that some women have...fantasies."

Her eyes drifted to Mr. Black's massive flaccid cock, and she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her scrubs and lowered them down her legs. For a woman well into her fifties she looked very good indeed, and Mr. Wilks' thick penis stirred with an influx of warm blood. He looked at Mr. Black to get himself under control.

"My feelings are this is a crazy thing to be doing at a school, that's what my feelings are," she said as her fingers fumbled with the bra clasp behind her back.

She let the unfastened bra hang free for a moment before she gathered her nerves and removed it. Her breasts stood proud on her chest, with meaty, erect nipples capping them.

"My feelings are, what the hell I'm almost there," she said, and she paused for a brief look into Mr. Black's eyes before sweeping her panties down her legs and off over her bare feet.

She stood nervously, suddenly aware of her posture, and she straightened her back. Her shoulders went back a bit, and her nice tits rose slightly and looked even nicer. If she was going to be on display she was going to make it look good. She felt the slightly cool, dry air on her pussy, and she panicked. It was shaved bare, and she hadn't even thought about that and how exposed she'd be to the two men until she felt the air on it. What would they think of her, a woman well into her fifties with a shaved pussy? Would it give them ideas? 'Oh God,' she thought, 'why did I get into this mess'.

"Very good," Mr. Black said. "Any final thoughts before we proceed Nurse Gardener?"

"No," she said quietly. All that was on her mind was her smooth bare pussy, and she didn't want to discuss that.

"Mr. Wilks, join me on the mat please," Mr. Black said.

He guided Mr. Wilks to a wrestling mat on the floor. Thick dense foam covered with shiny red vinyl, it had the school's logo emblazoned in a big circle on its center. Surrounding the mat was a heavy wooden frame with screw eyes protruding out of it, and there were lengths of rope and soft leather wrist and ankle restraints.

"My goodness," Nurse Gardener said. "I think you're a mad scientist."

"Mr. Wilks," he said, guiding the nervous looking man down onto the mat. Mr. Wilks was on his back, and Mr. Black arranged his arms and legs in a spread-eagle position.

When he had Mr. Wilks situated, Mr. Black placed himself in the same position next to him.

"Please secure us to the frame Nurse Gardener, nice and tight," Mr. Black said.

She started slowly, with Mr. Wilks' ankles. By the time she had them secure his ridiculously thick penis had risen and was throbbing at the rate of his heartbeat, which was quite rapid. She secured Mr. Black's ankles before walking around to the other side to do their wrists. The cool dry air was very noticeable on her pussy as she walked, and with the two men's eyes on her she once again straightened her back, the nice tits she was so proud of jiggling more than she would have liked under the circumstances.

"Please describe your feelings Nurse Gardener," Mr. Black said as she secured his arms with the ropes.

"I feel like I'm doing something I shouldn't be doing," she said as she worked. She was on her knees on the cold wood floor and her tits hung down and swayed seductively, but the two men were looking up at the ceiling. "It's...stimulating me though. Am I allowed to say that? And should I even be feeling that in a school classroom?"

"I encourage you to feel and say anything," Mr. Black said. "Being free with this experience will make for a more useful result."

"Okay, well, I've never tied up a naked stranger before," she said, "and I'm suddenly wondering what it would be like to be tied up by you. The two of you I mean."

Mr. Wilks' fat penis had settled a bit, but Nurse Gardener's words obviously affected him, and it lifted into a full erection and flopped back onto his belly. It was a shape Nurse Gardener had never seen before—an average sized tip on a super fat cock, almost cone-shaped for it's first half, the rest of it as big around as a beer can.

Mr. Black's cock thickened up when he heard her words too, his massive ebony appendage reminding her of the 'big black cock' videos she had occasionally watched. It was a living, breathing example of something she had fantasized about a few times when her husband fucked her. He has a nice seven incher, but a girl wonders about the big ones sometimes.

The tie-up was complete, and Nurse Gardener got up off the wood floor. 'Good lord,' she thought to herself, 'my pussy's wet.'

"Please come around where we can all see each other," Mr. Black said, and she remembered her posture this time before she walked around to their feet. 

"I suppose you want my feelings again," she said with a small smirk, looking down at the two very attractive naked men.

"Please," Mr. Black said. "From now until the end of the experiment, speak freely."

"Freely, oh my God," she said, shaking her head a little. She exhaled sharply and loudly. "I've never been in the presence of...I mean your both so..."

"More specifics would be helpful," Mr. Black said.

"Yeah, I'm just trying to get my head on straight," she said. "I'm afraid it's becoming increasingly difficult. I've...been with two men before, naked men. It wasn't an experiment, obviously, it was real. For fun, you know? My husband and a young lawyer friend. A three-way, you know? Why am I telling you this..."

"All of your thoughts are relevant," Mr. Black said.

"So I'm not inexperienced, is what I'm getting at," she said. Her dark eyes twinkled and her lovely chest heaved a bit more than it had been. "I've fantasized...the whole big black...thing. Do you know about that? You must. Is that what you're studying? Middle-aged white women's fantasies? Because if you are, it's working..."

"I'm looking into human instinct Nurse Gardener, which is of course, animal instinct," he said.

"Animal," she said, and she exhaled sharply again. "Yeah, it is, of course, isn't it." She took a deep breath. "My animal instinct is to lie down with you two men."

She started walking slowly, circling the tied up men on the red mat. Her posture was good, her tits looked damn good if she did say so herself, and the cool air on her bare pussy was feeling wonderful—liberating and natural and free.

"I suppose you want to play with me," she said as she slowly circled.

She was feeling a sense of power she had never experienced before, and it was starting to affect her like a powerful drug. She could feel the wetness of her pussy as she walked, and the two men's cocks had again responded to her words.

"I guess I'd be playing with you, what with you both being unable to stop me," she said, feeling emboldened by her sense of power. "You couldn't could you. Stop me I mean. I could do anything to you, to both of you. Totally anonymous, like it never happened, I think you said. That's an interesting way of looking at it, isn't it."

Both men were fully hard, and Nurse Gardener found herself kneeling between them. They were both looking at the ceiling, and Mr. Wilks was breathing very loud, his big powerful chest heaving. Her hands reached out and her ten fingers circled the two big cocks almost simultaneously.

"Is this what you're after?" she said, her own breathing getting louder. "Is this what you want?"

Her mind raced as she felt the heat of the two men in her hands. She started stroking the length of them and moaned quietly. Both the men were breathing hard at that point, their eyes still on the ceiling.

"Is this what you want?" she said again, quieter and breathier. After some more deep breathing she spoke up again. "I suppose you want to know my feelings. I've got two huge cocks in my hands, and you want to know my feelings. Do you even know how big these are, both of you? I mean good lord! I've never...seen, or...felt...Jesus, they're just...I seem to be at a loss for words," she quietly laughed.

"My hand can barely...I guess I need to deal with one at a time," she continued. "Deal with them...that's a funny way of putting it. I've never 'delt with' a huge cock before. Am I gonna deal with one now? I mean what the fuck have you got me into here?"

She let go of Mr. Wilks' fat one and both her hands wrapped around the base of Mr. Black's monster. As her fingers encircled it her head lowered and the tip of the beast disappeared into her gaping mouth. She took four or five inches in, almost to where her hands were gripping the rest of it, and then she withdrew.

"Jesus!" she said in a quiet, breathy voice. "Is this what you're after?"

She took it in again, amazed at how it filled her mouth. Moaning onto it, she worked her mouth up and down the slippery shaft, stroking the base of the monster as she sucked.

"Fuck!" she said. "I guess it's what I'm after. Is that what you wanna hear? The fuckin' dirty professor, tricking happy housewives into fucking huge cocks?"

She dove in again, sucking with a building passion, the heat in her rising to the danger point.

"Okay then, you've done it," she said breathlessly. "Neither one of you is getting outta here with anything left in you."

In one quick motion she straddled Mr. Black and started to lower herself down on the massive tree trunk in her hand. Mr. Wilks turned his head to watch her, his fat cock throbbing on his belly.

Nurse Gardener moaned and grunted as she was filled inch by inch, taking as much as she dared before putting her hands on the mat beside Mr. Blacks chest. She started to fuck the tree trunk inside her, rich black ebony wood, with slow movements that felt like heaven itself. At first she was just amazed at how her pussy had absorbed such a thing, but quickly the sensations overwhelmed her and her hips moved faster, fucking the black wood tree with enthusiasm. She held the speed where she liked it and a wave of heat washed through her, a preliminary mini orgasm that she had only felt a few times before, when a really big one was sure to follow.

Mr. Black was moaning in earnest, the sensations much too intense for him to keep quiet. He had never been fucked tied up before, and the experience was thrilling to him — an attractive woman he hardly knew taking him to the brink in a completely vulnerable position. His moans turned to louder groans as Nurse Gardener's glorious hips continued their assault. She was starting to glisten with perspiration, holding the speed just right. As the first bead of sweat rolled down her swaying tits to her rock hard nipple, her eyes fluttered and rolled back as they closed. She was close.

The old cliche happened to her in living color — the monster orgasm started in her toes and swept up her legs into her gyrating hips, exploded in her cock filled gut and turned the rest of her to a mass of flames and sparks, the hot fire consuming her completely. Her devilish scream gave away the internal explosion, although her twitching, spastic body was a pretty good give away as well.

Mr. Black's ebony trunk spewed hot lava as he grunted, his wrists and ankles pulling strong at the wooden frame holding him. Nurse Gardener's red-hot pussy kept up the attack right through her explosion, and it milked the throbbing tree trunk for all it was worth.

The experience had been nearly overwhelming and she felt drained, but when she opened her eyes she saw two men, and her gaze shifted to Mr. Wilks. After watching her beautiful orgasm, the look in his eyes was pure desire, and she twisted her tired body and reached for his fat cock. He moaned when she took it in her hand, and she was able to pull his torso close enough to get it into her mouth while her oozing, cream filled pussy was still full of Mr. Black.

Mr. Wilks groaned as the nurse's hot mouth engulfed him, her lips spreading wide and wider as she took more and more of his fatness in. She could only go so far before her mouth wouldn't open any farther. It was plenty for Mr. Wilks though — he had never been tied up either, and the whole 'experiment' was turning out to be thrilling beyond belief for him. He had no idea there would be sex involved, and he hadn't had a blowjob in the ten years since he'd been married.

Nurse Gardener was on fire. With Mr. Black's half hard tree inside her and Mr. Wilks' ebony stump stretching her hungry mouth, she had never been so overtaken with horniness and desire before. She was ready for anything.

She dismounted Mr. Black with a groan as the long length slid out, and mounted Mr. Wilks the other way around, reverse cowgirl style. Her husband liked it that way, so he could see her sexy ass. The beer-bottle thick cock spread her pussy to the extreme, and it felt extraordinary.

"Oh fuck baby! Fuck!" Mr. Wilks said as her tired hips got into the groove again and he watched his thick meat split her open.

She wanted to see his big sexy body and smooth shaved head, so she turned around and continued to ravage him, slowing to a sensual grind that was her usual way to orgasm. It built quickly, with her hands on the big man's muscular chest, and when she launched her rockets Mr. Wilks fired his thrusters, filling her already sloppy pussy with another gallon of cream.

"Oh baby!" he groaned loudly, tugging strong at the restraints like Mr. Black had done.

A tied up orgasm was too much for him, and as Nurse Gardener milked his red-hot cock with her steaming pussy he screamed and pulled so hard the frame his arms were attached to cracked apart with a loud snap.

"Fffuuucck!" he said quietly as the last wave of pleasure dispersed.

"You are a big strong one aren't you," Nurse Gardener said breathily with a wicked smile as she filled her lungs with cool oxygen.

"My feelings...are pretty intense at the moment," she said, looking over at Mr. Black, still trying to get her breath. "It appears poor Mr. Wilks has put an end to things, unless I'm allowed to untie you from this broken contraption."

"Wherever your instincts take you Nurse Gardener," Mr. Black said.

"Let's see, to be spit-roasted by two huge, beautiful black men," she said. "Is that an instinct, or something else? Does it even matter?"

Mr. Black was silent as Nurse Gardener started working her way around the wooden frame, untying the restraints. Her lovely tits were still heaving, and there was a pink flush across her chest.




Animal Instinct Ch. 03



"You know what a spit roast is? Am I preachin' to the choir?" she said with a sexy smile as she untied Mr. Wilks wrists, and he smiled up at her knowingly.

Mr. Wilks sat up, and she stood over him, his tall frame the perfect height to eat her sloppy pussy. Her inner thighs were slick with sticky cum, and it was still oozing out of her.

"Oh fuck!" she said as his tongue ravaged her tender, swollen clit. "You're gonna make me cum you big beautiful man."

Her hands were on his smooth, perspiring scalp, and it was too much for her — another orgasm just about took the legs out from under her. Mr. Wilks held her quivering body up with his powerful arms wrapped around her slippery thighs.

He was free now, and lowered her down onto the mat next to him. He got up and untied the rest of Mr. Black, and when he was done Nurse Gardener was on her hands and knees, ready for them. Mr. Black's drooping monster went into her mouth, and Mr. Wilks dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his huge ebony stump into her already ravaged red pussy.

"Yeah! That's the way I like it! Fuck yeah!" she said, and she went back to work on Mr. Black's rapidly hardening tree trunk. The sensation of being full at both ends was overwhelming — she was literally stuffed to the brink. Mr. Wilks powerful body wound up into a hard, slapping rhythm, and his hands found the nice tits hanging so beautifully under her. It was a spit roast for the ages — she could have lifted her arms and legs and spun herself around like a suckling pig, she was sure of it, so powerful were the massive cocks impaling her at both ends.

When Mr. Wilks slid a hand across her belly and onto her clit it was game over — her body reached the critical temperature for such a roast, and she was well done. An orgasm bigger than the three previous ones wracked her and she lost her mind, screaming onto the hard black mouthful thrusting into her throat — a gagging, crying scream unlike anything she'd ever uttered before.

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"How'd it go? You all done at the school?" Nurse Gardener's husband asked her when she got home.

"All done," she said. "Finished this morning actually, and then I got involved in kind of a psychological experiment one of the professors is conducting. I though it'd be fun, like being back in school."

"Nice. What'd you have to do?" he asked.

"I didn't have to do anything, but I did. That's the interesting part," she said.

"So..." he said.

"Sorry, he had this real tight confidentiality agreement," she said. "He was real specific about it, spouses included. When it's all over and he publishes his paper I'll tell you all about it."

"Oh, okay," he said. "So what do you wanna do for dinner?"

"Oh I dunno," she said. "Maybe you can spit roast that chicken. That sounds good."

"Yeah," he said. "It's nice and juicy that way..."



Animal Instinct Ch. 04



Mr. Black was well into his experiments when he got a call from the administration office requesting his presence at a meeting with the Vice Chancellor. Mrs. James was a stickler for punctuality, among other things, so Mr. Black arrived early and was dressed impeccably.

After Mr. Black was ushered into her office by her assistant, Mrs. James entered through a side door and shook his hand. They had each worked at the school for quite some time, and she was always taken with Mr. Black's handsome bigness. She was a relatively small woman, height wise, and looking up at a big man always triggered something in her, something that she liked, even though the modern feminist in her tried to snuff it out.

After the handshake she sat down on her leather desk chair, her slightly plump body shifting nervously as she tried to get comfortable.

"Mr. Black, it's come to my attention that your current research is of a...sexual nature, is that correct?"

"Not entirely," Mr. Black said. "It's looking into our instincts, and how our primitive instincts manifest themselves."

"So you're not studying sex?"

"No Mrs. James, I'm studying instinct."

"Are you planning on publishing your results?"

"Yes, the research has been quite eye opening. I'm already working on my preliminary findings, and I'm quite certain I'll publish eventually."

"And the people that you're observing, they come from the school?"

"Yes, they're carefully chosen, and all sign confidentiality agreements. Everything's very much on the up and up. May I ask, has there been a complaint?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I just like to keep track of these types of things. You can't be too careful with all the lawyers roaming around these days. I just happened upon the minutes of the last board meeting where your work was discussed, and I wasn't quite sure what was happening. Thought I'd get myself up to speed as it were."

"Oh yes, very good," Mr. Black said. "This may be a bit out of the ordinary, but if you'd like, you could participate. You might find it enlightening."

"Well, as you know Mr. Black, I come from the science end of the academic spectrum, so yes, that does sound like it might be an enjoyable way to spend part of my day. It's always good to get one's finger on the pulse of things."

Mrs. James checked her schedule with her assistant, and a two hour window was found on Friday of that week.

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"My, this is a nice bright space isn't it?" Mrs. James said as she walked into Mr. Black's big room. "How nice to be able to see the students lounging on the lawn."

"Mrs. James, if you wouldn't mind, I'll have you sign the confidentiality agreement before we begin."

"Of course, yes," she said, and she sat beside Mr. Black's desk and read it over. "Even my husband's out of the loop I see." Mrs. James signed her name and looked around. "So, are these experiments always one-on-one?"

"No, there's been one with three, and one with five. I've participated in two of them myself. One of those was one-on-one. I've been trying to set up different situations. I though you might be more comfortable one-on-one, since there will be nudity involved."

"Nudity?" a surprised looking Mrs. James said. "Mr. Black, I thought you said your experiments weren't sexual in nature."

"I said not entirely. I'm not studying sex, per se. I'm studying human instinct. And please Mrs. James, if any of this makes you uncomfortable and you wish to leave, I understand completely."

"Yes, well, I guess I don't completely understand what you're doing here. Let's proceed so I can get a feel for things."

Mr. Black stood up from his desk chair and started to disrobe.

"You may disrobe with me, or wait if you wish, but we'll both need to be unclothed in order to proceed."

"Both. You and I," she said as Mr. Black's shirt came off. His smooth, powerful chest drew her gaze.

Mr. Black was silent as he unfastened his pants and slid them down his legs, taking his boxer shorts with them over his already bare feet. He stood naked as he picked up his clipboard and began taking notes.

Mrs. James was stunned and couldn't seem to move a muscle, even to talk. The sight of the most beautiful man she had ever seen naked left her paralyzed and mesmerized.

"Shall we proceed Mrs. James?"

"I...I'm...not sure it's proper Mr. Black. I should probably go..."

Mrs. James stood up slowly, trying to look somewhere other than Mr. Black's body, but she couldn't seem to stop admiring it.

"If you could just give me a few observations, the session will be of some use," Mr. Black said.

"Observations?"

"Yes, tell me your feelings."

"I feel the Vice Chancellor shouldn't be seeing you...this way."

"Put aside your job Mrs. James, and remember your scientific background. As a human being, what are your feelings."

"Well, my scientific background never saw...anything like...what I'm seeing. It's very warm in here Mr. Black."

"I keep it slightly elevated so you'll be more comfortable when you disrobe."

"When I disrobe. Yes, I almost forgot about that. You seem to be taking lots of notes."

"Nothing unusual Mrs. James, I assure you. Shall we proceed?"

"I really don't think I should."

"Alright Mrs. James. I'm afraid I won't be able to let you observe without participating though." 

"Yes...that's a shame...I am curious. Even more so know. So...I would have to disrobe. Completely Mr. Black?"

"Yes."

Mrs. James looked around, out the big windows and at the closed door to the hallway, and she slipped off the navy blue suit jacket she was wearing. She paused, seemingly unsure of what was next — the navy blue below-the-knee length skirt, or the ruffled white blouse. She chose the skirt, which had a white satin slip under it. Mr. Black watched without staring, and took notes.

"I feel like I'm being graded on my undressing skills," she said with a weak little smile.

It quickly faded as her nervous hands went to the blouse, unfastening it and letting it sweep off her arms like gossamer.

"I'm afraid I didn't dress this morning for...this."

Her hands went to the bra clasp behind her back, and then she changed her mind and let the slip slide down her legs. Pantyhose held in her plump belly, the flesh above oozing ever so slightly above the waistband. She glanced at Mr. Black's big flaccid cock and wondered why she was continuing with the bizarre situation. Her husband, one of the most prominent lawyers in town, would certainly not approve.

She sat on the edge of her chair and removed the pantyhose, trying to keep her legs angled so Mr. Black wouldn't see too much. It was a fairly ridiculous thing to do, and she almost smiled when she realized he'd be seeing everything in a mere moments time, if she could make herself continue.

She stood again and surprised herself by reaching for the bra clasp, letting loose her round, milky white breasts in one quick motion. They hadn't even settled to stillness when she bent and swept her big panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

"Very good Mrs. James, very good. Describe your feelings please."

"Relief. That I didn't chicken out. I took part in a psychological experiment back in college, and I chickened out. This feels extraordinarily wrong to me, but I did it, and I feel surprisingly good."

Mrs. James' looked down and her hands tried to smooth the mark on her waist left by the elastic waistband of the pantyhose. Looking at herself must have made her more aware of things, because her nipples bloomed from soft 'innies' to quite sexy 'outies.' Her breathing changed soon after, and she looked up with a noticeable blush on her face and her upper chest.

"Any other feelings?" Mr. Black asked. "Please feel free to give me a running commentary. Anything you can offer is useful."

"You were wrong about the heat in here, it's quite warm," she said. "Are you interested in my physiology? My breathing seems to have a mind of its own, and my...well..."

"Please speak freely. We're both scientists."

"Yes, well, my body seems to have gone into...arousal. It's quite fascinating, isn't it? With nothing more than visual stimulation?"

Mrs. James took a more purposeful look at Mr. Black's cock, wondering if she was stimulating him as much as the other way around. She was glad to see he was even bigger than the massive flaccid thing she had glanced at before, and the sight reinforced her own arousal.

"We seem to be feeding off each other, visually I mean," she said.

Mr. Black's cock lifted slightly, and Mrs. James made a quick moaning sound under her breath. Her nostrils flared, and she put her hand on the side of her warm neck.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to end this Mr. Black," Mrs. James said.

"This session you mean, or something more sweeping?"

"Just this session. You may continue your experiments, but I feel the Vice Chancellor shouldn't be involved. You understand, don't you?"

"Completely Mrs. James. Thank you for participating."

They both started to dress and soon they looked businesslike again. Mrs. James fixed her hair in the small mirror.

"I look forward to reading your conclusions Mr. Black," she said as she breezed out the door.

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A week later Mrs. James walked down the hall to Mr. Blacks room, her stubby heeled shoes clicking on the terrazzo floor. As she approached his door two students came out, and they both looked nervous when they saw her, like they had just done something they shouldn't have done.

"Good morning ma'am," they both said, the young girl smirking a little.

"Good morning," Mrs. James said as she passed them, and she walked through Mr. Blacks open door.

"Good morning Mr. Black. I'd like to ask you something personal," she said.

"Of course Mrs. James."

"Would you join my husband and me at our house for cocktails Saturday night?"

"I'd be delighted," Mr. Black said.

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Mr. Black arrived at the allotted time, dressed in his finest suit. Mr. James greeted him and Mrs. James made her entrance, adorned in a shimmery black dress. It revealed a bit more leg than she normally showed at the school, and a whole lot more up above, its halter top and spaghetti straps showing off lovely, full breasts and smooth shoulders. A double string of pearls caught the light in her deep cleavage.

Cocktails were poured—martinis all around—and after the second one tongues were nicely loosened.

"Mr. Black, this may sound odd, and feel free to decline if you think it wouldn't add anything to your research, but I was wondering if we could continue the experiment here, tonight," Mrs. James said.

"Well, that is a bit unorthodox. The surprise factor of how it begins is important to how we view the results. Since you've already been through that portion of it..."

"I'd really like to continue, if you could think of a way to make it relevant," she said.

"It's all she wanted for her birthday," Mr. James said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.

"Your birthday Mrs. James? Tonight?" Mr. Black asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," she said, with an attractive smirk.

"Well, in that case...Mr. James, are you aware of the nature of my studies?"

"Yes, it sounds most interesting indeed," he said. "Would it be all right if I observe?"

"Since we'll be playing things by ear here tonight, yes, of course," Mr. Black said. "Mrs. James, shall we?"

A look of great excitement overtook her pretty face, and she walked to the front window and tilted the venetian blinds for privacy. Mr. Black set down his nearly empty glass and removed his suit jacket and tie. Mrs. James downed her drink in one gulp, and took off her high heels.

Mr. Black's shirt was next, and his massive muscular chest shined in the light.

"We do seem to have a lot of lights on," Mrs. James said, and her husband switched off all but two small table lamps.

Mr. Black's shoes and socks came off while the lights were being dimmed, and as his pants slipped off his legs Mrs. James stepped out of her dress. Unlike the everyday underwear she had on at school, on this festive birthday evening she was adorned in emerald green lace. A low cut bra barely contained her ample bosom, a thin, frilly garter belt held up her shear hose, and small, shimmery lace-trimmed panties completed the outfit. Mr. Black, observing her closely as she undressed, was already half-hard when he took his black silk boxer shorts off and held them in his hand.

Mrs. James exhaled loudly and her nostrils flared as she looked at Mr. Black's massive penis, and her hands went nervously to the bra clasp. The lovely green lace seemed to float off of her and onto her dress that she had laid out on a chair. Her 'innie' nipples were already well into the 'outie' stage, and her milky white globes looked lovely in the soft light. They hung beautifully beneath her when she bent to take off her little panties, and she laid the wispy green fabric on the pile as well. She straightened up, paying attention to her posture, leaving the garter belt, stockings and pearls on her smooth, full body.

Mr. James sat off to the side, in an upholstered leather chair, sipping his drink in silence.

"Describe your feelings please, Mrs. James," Mr. Black said.

"My feelings. Well, I'm glad I had a drink this time," she said. She reached toward the empty glass on the table and pinged it with her painted fingernail. "Would you be a dear?" she said to her husband.

He leapt up off his chair, filled her glass full of the clear elixir from a crystal pitcher, and relaxed in his chair again.

"I feel...much more comfortable. I suppose that's the lack of surprise, as you put it. And I knew what I was going to see," she said with a smirk. "Not to mention the underwear situation. Ever since that day I've vowed to wear underwear I want to be seen in. Oh, my, was that a Freudian slip? Underwear I don't mind being seen in. Well, that didn't sound exactly right either, did it. Perhaps I'm a closet exhibitionist," she giggled, looking at her husband. "Maybe that should be your next avenue of study Mr. James."

"That might be interesting indeed," he said.

Mrs. James took another big sip of her martini, and another long look at Mr. Black's smooth, ebony skinned body.

"Would you like another drink," she asked him.

"No thank you. I'm quite well lubricated," he said with a faint smile.

"Yes, I am too, in more ways than one," she said with a mischievous smirk as she put her glass down. "So, you're interested in my instincts I believe. I'd like to tell you about them. Our confidentiality agreement is still in effect, is it not?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Good, well then we can proceed freely, as you like to say. In your room last week, my instincts were to walk over to you, like I'm doing now...and take this huge, beautiful thing in my hand...like I'm doing now...and take your hand and put it here...so you can feel me too."

Mrs. James moaned as the big hand gently squeezed her big breast, and her hand felt the heat in the big cock for the first time.

"My goodness, it's just magnificent, isn't it," she said to no one in particular.

She dropped to her knees and held it in front of her face, examining the monster for a moment before inhaling the first few inches with a deep moan. She moved her head on and off of it, her widespread lips leaving a faint trail of dark red lipstick on the quickly hardening shaft.

Her moans grew more frequent and attained a sing-song quality as she quite obviously enjoyed her feast.

"My goodness it's just so...has anyone ever...?" she asked, gesturing down her throat.

"Occasionally."

"That would be a challenge. An interesting project to work on," she said, looking up at Mr. Black with seductive eyes.

She slipped the hard shaft back into her warm mouth and the singing moans began again. This time her hands went to work, one around the big man's muscular thigh, and one under his huge, low hanging balls, drawing a moan from deep in his chest.

"I'm developing new desires Mr. Black," she said, looking up at him, stroking the wet cock with her small hand. "Would you like to hear them?"

"Yes, I would."

"I want you to bury this beautiful thing inside me, deeper than anything's ever been before. A birthday present unlike any I've ever had. Unwrap me Mr. Black. Unwrap the wild woman that's been neatly and tightly wrapped up for too long..."

Mr. Black pulled her to her feet and kissed her, and his hands roamed over her moaning body. One big hand landed between her legs, and the steaming wet heat told him she was more than ready. He turned her around, bent her over the back of the big leather couch and pressed a few inches of his hardness into her welcoming warmth.

"Oh yeah, that's it..." she said in a deep, resonant voice as he went deeper. "Give me every inch of it."

Mr. Black went deeper with each thrust, his massive tool stretching Mrs. James tight. The pink opening of her pussy grabbed on to the ebony shaft and was sucked inward and outward like it didn't want to let go.

"Oh god yes!" she breathed out through clenched teeth when he was within three inches of her desire. "Give it to me!" she whimpered in a near cry, "Every fucking inch!"

Her breathing was deep and powerful, exhaling swirls of hot air from the deepest recesses of her lungs. Mr. Black slowly and methodically fucked his way deeper, holding Mrs. James' full, round hips in his strong hands. When he went balls deep she could feel him against her and she let out a long, deep cry as he stopped, his big tool throbbing in a place that had never been filled before.

Unable to speak, short, choppy grunts emanated from her open mouth as Mr. Black began the deepest fucking she had ever experienced, a fucking that was soon taking them both to a higher place.

Mr. James sat in his big chair, at an angle that allowed him to see not only the huge black piston ravaging his dear wife, but her beautiful big tits hanging beneath her, swinging against the back cushion of the couch. The look on her face was astonishing too, unlike anything he'd ever seen. It was all too much for him and soon his cock was out in his hand. Sipping a martini with one hand, stroking his cock with the other, and watching his wife get fucked. It was a birthday party unlike any other.

The ravaging had unraveled Mrs. James' mind to such a degree she didn't even know what was happening any more. A pure wave of blurry pleasure had overtaken every fiber of her. Still unable to speak, she made eye contact with her beloved husband in the midst of her screaming moans, and it was enough to beckon him to her. A moment later she was full at both ends, her husbands modest hardness stuffed in her hungry mouth, muffling her screams.

Mrs. James' body was alive and electric in a way it had never been before. Her flesh felt positively radioactive, every jiggling molecule of it, and she was sure she was going to vaporize in a ball of hot, white light. It was the beginning of an orgasm, the likes of which she didn't even know existed. She lost her mind for what seemed like the most extraordinary eternity, a floating high that was uncontrollable and wondrous.

The two men reacted to her olympian climax with powerful explosions of their own, and the triple play took her even higher before the real world filtered slowly back into her spinning brain.

Mrs. James' body was limp, hanging over the back of the couch when Mr. Black withdrew his tightly stuffed length. The sensation drew an unearthly deep moan from the ravaged woman. Her husband's semen drooled out of her open mouth as her head hung upside down on the shiny brown leather and her lungs gathered in cool air.

There was silence in the room as she slowly gathered herself. She pushed herself up on her elbows, still bent over the couch, and wiped her sloppy, sticky mouth with the back of her hands. The sight of the engorged, well fucked pussy between her round ass cheeks was too much for Mr. Black to resist. He dropped to his knees and engulfed the entire, ravaged thing with his mouth, his long tongue swirling through the sloppy wetness.




Animal Instinct Ch. 04



"Ohhh gooood loooorrrd!" Mrs. James said in a breathy moan. She closed her eyes and was swept away again.

"I'll have to remember this for your next birthday my dear," Mr. James said, bending down to kiss her sticky lips. "It's much easier than shopping in stores, and so much more fun."

"Oh my god!" she said, her voice rising and octave or two from the depths of her moans.

Air leaked out of her open mouth, and her eyes rolled and fluttered as Mr. Black pulled another whopping orgasm out of her with his talented tongue.

"Shall we switch ends Mr. Black?" Mr. James asked.

The two men switched positions and Mr. James slipped his hardening cock into his wife's slippery hole. At five inches he was about half the size of Mr. Black, and probably only half as big around, but the familiar man felt good to Mrs. James, and getting the big black monster back in her mouth made her moan deeply again. It tasted of pussy, slime from the deepest recesses inside of her, and she ate it up.

Mr. James found the whole thing thrilling—not only watching his wife play with a huge cock, but the simple act of fucking her out in the living room, bent over the couch their guests sat on. Their sex life was a simple affair, always in the bedroom and always missionary or occasionally the wife on top, oral only on special occasions, so this nights explosion of sexual debauchery was fascinating and thrilling. His hands roamed his newly slutty wife—the warm dampness of her sweaty back and the incredible sensuousness of her hanging tits. They had never felt better to him in all their life together. When he felt her hard nipples on his fingers and heard her cock-filled mouth moan he gushed what semen he had left in him deep inside his loving wife, reveling in the wave of pleasure that swept over him. Two orgasms in one night. It was a whole new world for him.

"Mr. Black, are you still studying me?" Mrs. James asked seductively as she toyed with his slippery cock.

"Describe your feelings Mrs. James," he said with a nearly imperceptible smirk.

"I feel warm and...so wonderful. I'm full of seed...full of life."

"Do you have any instincts? Any desires?" he asked.

"Yes," she breathed onto the big cock she was kissing and licking. "It's a desire I've never felt before. Have you ever been...inside the... the darker place...in a woman?"

Mr. James couldn't believe his ears. Was his wife, the conservative Vice Chancellor, asking what he thought she was asking? Did she want a massive black cock in her virgin ass?

"Yes, I have," Mr. Black said, his cock hardening more as he thought about it. "Is that something you're ready for?"

"Yes. I don't know why...I've never even thought about it before. But being bent over like this...so open...back there...your mouth, and your tongue, when you...when you licked me there...I've never experienced that. I want more of you there than your tongue."

"Perhaps we should move this into the bedroom," Mr James said.

He helped his wife up off the back of the couch onto her wobbly legs, and walked her down the long hallway.

"Are you sure about this dear?" he asked her quietly as they walked. "It's awfully big for your first time. It is your first time, isn't it?"

"Yes dear," she laughed softly. "And yes, I'm sure. Tonight is all about animal instinct, and I've never felt more animal than I do right now."

They rounded the corner into their big bedroom, a king-sized four-poster dominating the room.

"Take your clothes off dear," she said to her husband. "Lets make this a proper menage a trois, shall we?"

She took hold of Mr. Black's cock and led him to the bed while Mr. James stripped. Soon the three of them were on the big bed, Mrs. James on her back in the middle, being caressed and kissed by four hands and two mouths.

"I think I've turned quite a big corner tonight," she said between breathy moans. "I hope you're ready for the new me my dear."

"I'm ready for anything," Mr. James said as he kissed the roundness of his wife's hips on his way to her warm, wet pussy.

"Would you like to check my oil, Mr. Black," she said with a smirk, and she looked up at the ceiling and opened her mouth wide.

Mr. Black straddled her body and lowered his dip-stick into her wide mouth, stretching her lips wider. A deep guttural moan resonated out of her as she tasted the heat and felt her husbands tongue hit her clit. As the dual sensations hit her the 'new me' idea clarified in her head—sex, sex, and more sex was the new goal for the second half of her life. Nothing had ever made her feel like this before, and she was determined to keep it a part of her life.

The heat on the big bed rose as if a bonfire was being stoked, and before long Mrs. James was on her knees with Mr. Black working his way deep in her dark tunnel.

"You've gotta be...Uhhhggg!...kidding me!" she grunted.

Animalistic grunts and groans made her lips and cheeks puff out repeatedly, and her hands clenched the shiny bedspread as the huge hunk of hard flesh cleaved its way deeper. Mrs. James' fleshy hips were in Mr. Black's hands again, and he squeezed them hard, groaning as he pulled her to his thrusts.

"God...God...God...God...! she grunted through clenched teeth as the real thrusting began. All that came before was entry, and now Mr. Black, with a firm toe hold on the battlefield, went to work. Poor Mrs. James didn't stand a chance.

Her teeth unclenched and the screams began. Cries of love that raised the roof. Mr. James got up and closed the bedroom door to try and keep some of the sound in the room, but it was a lost cause—what was happening in the James household was no longer a private event.

Not that she needed any more stimulation, but Mr. Black's hand worked around her fleshy hip and his long fingers zeroed in on her clit. At the same time, Mr. James, mesmerized by her wildly flailing hanging tits, worked his way under her on his back and took the beautiful things into his mouth. Mrs. James, it goes without saying, took off like a rocket ship.

———————

Monday at school Mrs. James passed Mr. Black in an empty hallway.

"I hope your experiments are going well Mr. Black," she said.

"Yes, very well indeed," he said. "The last one was extremely enlightening.

"So you learned something?" she asked.

"Fires sometimes burn where you'd least expect,"

he said.

"I do love a good fire," she said. "My husband and I were thinking we might have a fire in the old fireplace every Saturday. Do stop by if you'd like to warm yourself by it. Perhaps, over time, we can enlarge the gathering. Do bring a friend if you wish." 

"Why thank you Mrs. James. That type of warmth is much appreciated. I have a lady friend that would love to share your fire."

"Isn't it interesting," she said as she turned to leave, "just thinking about a fire makes me warm."

"Sharing a fire is a deep instinct Mrs. James."

"Yes," Mrs. James said, "very deep indeed..."



Animal Instinct Ch. 05



Mr. Black's experiments had only pushed the age difference part of the equation so far, about thirty-five years between the youngest and oldest participants. He wanted to go as far as he could in that regard, which meant an eighteen year old freshman student and the oldest volunteer he could find, Miss Scarple, a seventy-three year old from the food service department. Affectionately known as 'Grandma' to the students, she had been with the school for over four decades, serving food with a smile.

The fifty-five year age difference would be pushing things, especially since Miss Scarple wasn't the most attractive woman of her age group. To put it a different way, she was no Jane Fonda. Her skin was a bit loose, her face wrinkled and aged, and who knew what lay beneath her ill-fitting grey and white food service uniform.

Mr. Becker was a shy freshman. Tall and lanky, he was a certified first-class nerd, studying computer science. He and Miss Scarple came together in the stairwell leading up to Mr. Black's room.

"Oh hello!" Miss Scarple said, greeting the young man she'd seen in line at the cafeteria.

"Hi Grandma," Mr. Becker said as they climbed the stairs. "I've never seen you on this part of campus."

"That nice Mr. Black has asked me to participate in one of his experiments," she said.

"Me too!" Mr. Becker said. "I'm at ten o'clock."

"Yes, that's it. I guess we're in it together," Miss Scarple said. 

She'd heard rumors that there were sexual subjects discussed, and wondered if she'd be embarrassed with Mr. Becker being there. He was rather attractive, she thought, in a straight-laced kind of way. He held the door for her as they walked into Mr. Black's room.

"Thank you both for coming. Have a seat please," Mr. Black said, his deep voice reverberating in the big, open space.

He gave them the usual talk about confidentiality, and had them sign the forms. Miss Scarple couldn't help but notice the big bed in the middle of the room, made up with a tight-fitting grey sheet. A few impure thoughts about what it could be there for were tempered by the random items piled on it: a few old lap-top computers, some books, a stack of files. She was brought back to reality by Mr. Black's booming voice.

"We've been studying instinct here this semester. The links between animal instinct and human instinct, pure instinct and action. What I'd like you both to do at this time is stand and disrobe."

"Disrobe Mr. Black?" Miss Scarple said. Her gentle face tightened as her eyes searched Mr. Black's face.

"Yes, please. And then we can proceed," he said.

"Proceed with what? I didn't make it this far in life with my virtue intact to let myself be seen that way in a classroom," she said, uncertainty and a hint of anger welling in her voice.

"I can assure you Miss Scarple this is a purely scientific experiment. There have been many before you, faculty and students alike, participating in this way. But if you are truly uncomfortable with the idea you may go. Mr. Becker, if you are willing to proceed and Miss Scarple isn't, I can bring you back on another day."

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am," young Mr. Becker said.

"Very good. Miss Scarple?"

She looked at Mr. Black and the young man seated next to her. For reasons she didn't quite understand she said she'd stay. The second request for her to disrobe echoed in her head like a psychedelic sound effect from a bad movie. The student next to her was shirtless already when she stood to join him, her hands going to her own shirt buttons, the feel of them very different from when she put the shirt on that morning. Every little ridge of every little button was registering on her fingertips, the heightened sensitivity reaching all her senses as her eyes watched the light hit the shimmering satin of the camisole being slowly revealed underneath. The scent of her suddenly hot skin rose from below the loose undergarment to her nose.

By the time she pulled the tails of the open shirt free from the waistband of her nondescript grey uniform pants, young Mr. Becker was in nothing but his old-fashioned white briefs. Her body reacted with a deep exhale through her nose when she saw his long, hairy legs and the bulge of his penis under the thin cotton fabric. 

Her buttons now undone, the short-sleeved shirt slid down her arms. Under the florescent lights the skin on her arms looked dry, her heightened state of mind registering a quick reminder to moisturize later, when she got home. Her next thought was about what was going to happen—would they sit completely naked and talk about sex? The rumors around campus where all about sex, nothing else was mentioned. Discussing sex while naked would certainly alter the conversation she thought, although she really didn't know because she'd never talked about sex with anyone but her late sister, and those conversations were brief and didn't cover much ground.

Her spinning mind, full of different thoughts, allowed her hands to work unencumbered—or less encumbered anyway—by the puritanical screaming in her head to stop what she was doing and get the hell out of there. Her comfortable 'lunch lady' shoes and socks were off, and the loose grey uniform pants were soon in her hand.

As she straightened up after removing them she got her first look at it—a flesh and blood penis, the first she had ever seen. Young Mr. Becker was naked. The gasp her body wanted to expel was held, her breath locked in stasis, every square inch of her frozen with the exception of her pounding heart.

She had no idea a penis could be that big. My goodness, she thought, how do men walk around with such things hidden away, with barely a clue of them under their pants. She tried not to stare, but it was just so astonishing she couldn't help it.

So far her legs were bare, but her next move would bare much more. She took hold of the hem of the camisole, and in one fluid move swept it off over her head. The thought of standing there in her industrial looking bra and huge, loose-fitting panties seemed worse than the alternative, so she quickly removed them and put her hands over the wispy grey hair at her crotch.

Her arms in that position pushed her soft tits together, making them look firmer and younger than when nothing but gravity had their way with them. Her nipples, much to her displeasure, were hard.

Young Mr. Becker's penis, much to his own chagrin, was responding. Those soft tits he was blatantly staring at were the first flesh-and-blood tits he had ever seen. Mr. Black, through some strange twist of fate, had two virgins on his hands.

"Very good," he said. "Please, if you would both tell me your thoughts at the moment."

Miss Scarple looked at young Mr. Becker, now holding his hands at his crotch as she was, trying in vain to cover the long length of his penis.

"I'm a bit weak in the knees," she said, turning back to Mr. Black. "A bit scrambled feeling actually. This is all very unusual for me, more than you can imagine, I'm sure."

"Yes. Unusual," Mr. Becker said when Mr. Black turned to him. "I feel like smiling, but...should I?"

"Please," Mr. Black said. "I want you both to act on your feelings as well as describing them."

"Alright then," Mr. Becker said. "I'm not the happiest kid, by a long shot, but right now, I feel so happy. It seems crazy. I should be really nervous, and I guess I am, but I feel like jumping up and down and celebrating for some reason. It's a weird combination of feelings."

Miss Scarple wondered what his big penis would look like if he jumped up and down. "Yes," she said. "A combination of feelings. To be honest, I wondered all my life if this would ever happen to me. I don't mean being naked in an experiment like this, but just, with a man, without clothes. It's a first for me, I'm afraid."

Young Mr. Becker relaxed, his smile more natural. Knowing Miss Scarple hadn't done anything either eased his mind. "Me too," he said. "A first, I mean."

Mr. Black was delighted with the virgin angle. It was a first for the experiments, as far as he knew.

"Miss Scarple? How does your body feel?" Mr. Black asked.

"My body, oh my. There's definitely things happening, I mean you can see some of it," she said, looking down at her protruding nipples. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I feel more relaxed than I thought I would. My nakedness doesn't seem to be making you two men run for cover. I've often wondered if it would. Having no point of reference can play tricks on one's mind over the years. I'm finding myself wishing I'd done this a long, long time ago."

"Mr. Becker? Your body?" Mr. Black said.

The young man looked down at his mostly hard penis, which even his long fingers couldn't cover completely. "I'm afraid you can see it with me too," he said. "I don't really mind though. It feels...liberating? Is that the right word? I've always been kinda terrified of a girl, a woman, seeing me like this, but now...I kinda want her to...see all of me, if it's all right."

He looked into Miss Scarple's friendly eyes. She smiled, the lovely smile of a relaxed woman, a smile that went right to the young man's heart. His hands slowly released his penis, a blood filled appendage that now would be more accurately described as a cock. After rising halfway up when he let it loose, it engorged even fuller, standing proud a little above horizontal, with a banana like upward curl.

The gasp Miss Scarple held back when they were undressing made its way freely out of her chest as she watched the young cock rise.

"Miss Scarple, as I said before, these experiments depend on actions as well as comments," Mr. Black said. "Please let your instincts take you where they may."

"I'm quite dying to know what it feels like," she said, breathing deeply and irregularly. "Of course that's just my feelings. I would never..."

"Please, let your instincts take you where they may," Mr. Black repeated. "Both of you."

"Oh my," she said in a near whisper. "Mr. Becker?"

She looked hopefully into his eyes, beautiful, youthful eyes that responded with an invitation, at least that's what Miss Scarple saw. She took a step toward the young man, her hand already on the way out, coming up from underneath the hard shaft. Her palm cradled it for a second or two before her slender fingers closed around the circumference of it, the heat and softness of it nearly taking her breath away.

"Oh my!" she whispered as she looked at it in her hand.

She could feel the pulse of the young man's heart, and the whole thing seemed to jump every few seconds, like it had a mind of it's own.

"I've always wondered," she said softly.

"Mr. Becker?" Mr. Black said.

The young man moaned quietly as Miss Scarple's hand gently squeezed his cock. He'd never felt anything like it, his own masturbating never gave him as intense a feeling as Miss Scarple's gentle touch. His mind was swirling with thoughts of fucking her, but he didn't feel comfortable saying anything about that.

"It feels amazing," he said. "I'm kind of lost in the...in the feeling of it."

His hips started swiveling in a slow circular motion, almost imperceptibly at first. Miss Scarple loosened her grip, letting the big shaft slide through her hand. Soon the two were working in concert, a slow hand-job playing out in the brightly lit room.

"I suppose these days this is pretty boring stuff, but wow!" Miss Scarple said quietly. "Are they always this...big?"

Young Mr. Becker moaned again, this time louder, with a large volume of air accompanying the lovely noise out of his mouth. Lovely is what Miss Scarple thought of the sound, a delicious moan that she herself was causing. It thrilled her. Her body tingled, but suddenly shock overtook her when she realized a finger on her free hand had slipped between the lips of her pussy. Did the two men in the room notice? It was quickly out, and so great was her shock that her entire hand moved away from her sex, revealing it for the first time.

The slow hand-job continued, Mr. Becker moaning more frequently, until he suddenly stopped her, his hand taking hers as he pulled his red-hot cock away, the young, inexperienced man just moments away from a gushing explosion of cum.

"I'm sorry, I..." he said, breathlessly.

"Mr. Becker, is there anything you'd like to say or do?" Mr. Black asked.

"Plenty!" Mr. Becker said with a quiet chuckle.

He looked at Miss Scarple with lust burning in his eyes. She returned the gaze, hoping the same invitation she'd seen in his eyes was visible in hers.

"I think we've been standing quite long enough," Mr. Black said. "Shall we move to the couch?"

"Oh my!" Miss Scarple said as she neared the big windows. She quickly retreated from the huge expanse of glass. "Can they see us?"

She moved her aging body slowly toward the brown leather couch and sat as she looked out the window. A group of students were gathered around a teacher on the green grass below, listening intently as he read to them. Her focus was snapped away from the idyllic scene by the long, hard cock within her reach. It was a bizarre juxtaposition that struck her funny.

"My goodness!" she said with an amazed smile. "How long does it stay like that?"

"Miss Scarple, what are your instincts right now?" Mr. Black asked.

"To lay down, close my eyes, and hope for the best," she said with a mischievous little smile.

Mr. Black nodded. Her heart pounded so loud she was sure it could be heard. Without much thought her legs came up, her body went down and her eyes closed. Her sagging tits reached a nice equilibrium when she was on her back, looking younger and fuller than before. Young Mr. Becker, wanting to repay the wonderful hand-job, dropped to his knees and put a hand on her belly. The touch startled her, but felt exquisite. It was warm and delicate, and goose bumps rose on her skin.

The hand was followed by another, landing even more softly, on her tit. There was no weight behind it—the feeling was almost like feathers—and a moan vibrated deep in Miss Scarple's chest.

The delicate touch moved, fingers barely touching as they circled her nipple. With her eyes still closed, her mind spun a colorful spray of light and dark across her eyelids. The delicate fingers spread out, her tit engulfed in the young man's hand, and then she felt it, the unmistakable warmth of a mouth, softly kissing her engorged, rubbery nipple. It was the first mouth she had ever felt on her body, and it lifted her to a new place.

"Oh my!" she said quietly, the splattery color on the inside of her eyelids starting to swirl.

Young Mr. Becker, not sure how far he should take things, looked at Mr. Black.

"Follow your instincts son," the quietly booming voice said.

"Yes, please," Miss Scarple said, her voice quivering a little.

The young man's hand that had been resting softly on Miss Scarple's belly drifted south, grazing her wispy grey patch of hair before gliding onto her thigh. His fingers wrapped around the warm fleshiness of her leg before a change of course drew them closer to Miss Scarple's heat.

Mr. Becker's tongue swirled around the hard nipple as his mouth sucked it in, his hand squeezing the soft tit as his mouth opened, engulfing half of the squishy thing as Miss Scarple moaned. She could barely believe what was happening, but somehow, with her eyes closed, it all seem right. It was like a wonderful old dream that she stopped having twenty years ago.

The young man's hand reached ground zero, a soft place that beckoned exploration. His enthusiasm had two fingers two knuckles deep before he could even think about it, but Miss Scarple didn't mind. Eyes closed and smiling, she was drifting away into that old, almost forgotten dream.

He legs spread as the young man explored her insides. The feeling of being wide open, arms at her sides as a man ravished her was beyond anything she could have imagined. If it's not too late, she thought to herself, I'll be doing this again. Would anyone want to have sex with a seventy-three year-old, she wondered, outside of a science experiment?

"Oh God I hope so!" she said, answering her own question out loud without even realizing it.

"What do you hope, Miss Scarple?" Mr. Black asked.

"What?" she said, opening her eyes. "Oh...um...for more."

Her eyes fluttered back to nearly closed, a sliver of white showing like there is when one is dreaming. Young Mr. Becker's fingers, slipping through the wet softness of a pussy for the first time, picked up an instinctual rhythm, almost matching a heartbeat. He rose up higher on his knees so he could put his gentle sucking to work on both of the tits before him. As the neglected one went deep into his mouth the loudest moan yet reverberated into the big room, followed by another as the palm of his hand inadvertently pressed on Miss Scarple's clit. Without knowing it, getting his hand in a new position so his fingers could go deeper had hit the jackpot, and the new sensations were breathtaking for Miss Scarple. Every step of the way she had thought it couldn't get any better, but every step of the way it did.

"Oh my God!" she said through clenched teeth.

She let her hand fall off the couch and found the young man's thigh. Searching higher, around the warmer, softer inside of it, she felt the heat of his cock before she even touched it. A much more animal moan ripped from her lungs when her fingers encircled his shaft, a connection which seemed to complete a circuit, letting a higher voltage flow. Her body was charged with the stuff, high voltage electricity that seemed for all the world to be altering the very chemistry of her.

The 'I can't believe this' feeling was reaching new levels, to the point where her brain was flashing red like an out of order sign. Just go with it, she told herself during a rare, lucid moment, and she flew off again into the unknown.

Was this an orgasm, she wondered? How would she know, and did it really matter? What she did know was she had a growing, and soon all consuming desire to have the young man's long cock deep inside her, instead of his two fingers. Would it even fit? She pondered the thought as her hand stroked it, squeezing the amazing thing as she tried to visualize every inch of it.

Her pre-orgasmic bliss grew to epic proportions as muscles throughout her torso that hadn't done much in years tensed and released with a rippling, cascading mind of their own.

"In me," she whispered. "In me."

Young Mr. Becker was unsure of what she meant, so he kept up his tit sucking, pussy fingering assault.

"In me!" Miss Scarple said a little more forcefully "In me!"

The young man wondered, did she want him? His cock?

"In me! Oh god, put it in me!"

Yes, he thought, she wants me to fuck her! But what of Mr. Black? How could I do such a thing, in a class room, at my school, to Grandma the lunch lady for God's sake!

The questions, truth be told were nothing but a tiny voice in the young mans head, drowned out by bigger voices fueled by the soft hand stroking his cock. He'd never been so hard in his life, the feeling making him wonder if the skin of his cock would split open from the pressure within.

His brain felt like it was about to split open too, and in fact he wondered if it had, because those nagging questions had spilled out and were nowhere to be seen.

"Put it in me for God's sake!" Miss Scarple said, in a pleading, almost demanding voice.

Young Mr. Becker's body moved into position over Miss Scarple, the two of them coming together in the classic missionary style, her legs already splayed out and her pussy moist. The tip of his long, banana shaped cock moved through her moist lips and seemed to find an opening, but he wasn't sure. With gentle pressure he slipped inside. Satisfied he was in the right place, he pressed on, drawing a mesmerizing, extended moan from the woman beneath him. His own senses were on high alert, but soon they melted into a blur as nothing but his cock seemed to matter, sinking ever deeper into the most glorious of places.




Animal Instinct Ch. 05



"Oh fuck!" Miss Scarple said, the first time she'd ever sworn in front of another human being. "God damn it!"

She was flying. The big cock was so much different from the fingers it replaced. The sense of being stuffed full, as the long cock went endlessly deeper and deeper, was overwhelming. She slowly opened her eyes, took in the sight of the young man fucking her, and closed them again, drifting back into the astonishing dream that was really happening to her.

The young man bottomed out, balls deep in Miss Scarple. A pause in their movements let them both revel in the feeling, brand new sensations overloading both their brains.

"Oh fuck yes!" Miss Scarple said, delighting the young man who felt the same way.

Now that he was all the way in, he pulled halfway out and began to fuck. The animal instincts Mr. Black was studying took over, and soon the two bodies were moving naturally and beautifully as the long slippery shaft slid in and out of the heavenly hole. Miss Scarple was so far gone any thoughts of orgasm or what she should be doing were miles away. Her body just responded, and decades of waiting and wondering evaporated. Her response was pure, natural and unthinking. A wave of heat crashed over her, and the orgasm she'd often wondered about just materialized out of thin air, her breathing halted as her aging body let loose, the intensity of it making her wonder if they'd be carrying her out on a stretcher.

Young Mr. Becker, seeing what was happening to the woman beneath him, let loose a massive explosion inside her, his brain shutting down as his cock splattered her insides, his young ass tensing and releasing as the rest of his muscles locked up and bulged like the Incredible Hulk.

The intensity carried him for many long, glorious moments as his spurting cock pistoned deep into the woman beneath him, and then it ended, a slow retraction of the beautiful cloud of bliss that had obscured the real world. He pulled out, suddenly feeling awkward and embarrassed as he looked down at Miss Scarple, her grey hair disheveled, her sagging tits heaving on her chest as she gasped for air.

"Thank you," she said quietly, with a small, tired smile.

It made Mr. Becker feel better, and he smiled too, but it was still an awkward situation. The two of them sat up, next to each other on the couch but with a few feet between them.

"I hope that was..." Mr. Becker said.

"Alright? Yes perfectly," Mr. Black said. "That's generally where these experiments lead us. Instinct is a powerful thing, and quite enjoyable, wouldn't you say?"

"Very," Miss Scarple said with a smile. "If you'd like to experiment with an old lady any more, I'm free between lunch and dinner."



Animal Instinct Ch. 06



Mr. Black wrapped up his 'disrobing' experiments and moved on to the next phase — one-on-one interviews with students and faculty that he chose randomly.

The basic questions were very simple and straightforward: "If you and a person you didn't know, of the sex you are attracted too, were in a room naked together, would you feel compelled to engage in sex with that person?" The overwhelming majority of answers was "no, I would not feel compelled to have sex with that person."

"If it was a scientific experiment, and you were encouraged to act out your feelings, would you feel compelled to have sex with that person?" Again, the overwhelming majority said, "no, I would not feel compelled to have sex with that person.

"If there was an observer present, would you have sex with the person who was naked?" An even higher majority said, "no."

There were more questions, but the answers were the same, almost everyone thought having sex of any kind in those situations was preposterous. And yet in the disrobing experiments, of which there were twenty, Nineteen of them ended with sex of some kind, seventeen with full coital penetration. The only one that didn't result in sex was Vice Chancellor James, due to her lack of comfort as an administrator in that situation. The experiment did continue at her home however, resulting in sex but not the official kind for the study.

Mr. Black published his research and the school was proud of it, even though it drew some criticism from some circles as too controversial a subject. Vice Chancellor James was pleased that it was published, because it drew attention to the school and its psychology department. She had also become something of a 'sex research' groupie, regularly reading up on the subject.

A celebration was planed at the James' household, with Mr. Black as the honored guest. Despite the best of intentions, he hadn't been back there since Mrs. James' birthday, when her own part of the research experiment reached its 'both holes filled' climax. She had encouraged him to bring a friend the next time he stopped by, so as his date for the evening he brought an open minded woman named Jayla. Her last name was never given.

Jayla was a dark brown skinned black eyed beauty from Montreal, long legged and lean, with a big shock of nappy hair that surrounded her head like a bleached-blonde halo. She wore thin, black framed glasses on her face and not much else, her dress being the briefest of wispy things — thin, shimmery fabric that draped over her curves like a wet tissue. Her high-heeled shoes were off as soon as she walked through the door, and one quickly got the impression there was absolutely nothing under her tiny wisp of a dress but skin.

Mrs. James was dressed in her own alluring finery, a 'little black dress' with a difference — long sleeves of see-through lace, an open back and a beautiful lace detail at the hem. It hugged her slightly plump womanliness with a vigor, her lovely tits oozing upward and looking delicious. With her to greet Jayla and Mr. Black was Mrs. Davis. As Mrs. James' assistant in the office for many years the two had become close friends, and Mrs. Davis was eager to get to know the handsome Mr. Black better, after admiring him at the school from afar. She also had on a little cocktail dress, deep blue with a diagonal swath of silvery blue across the chest and up over one shoulder. Her husband and Mr. James brought up the rear, dressed in their finest suits, hands extended for greetings all around.

As the cocktails flowed tongues and ties loosened. Mrs. Davis and Mrs. James let their high-heels slip off their stockinged feet. The sound of a richly burnished trumpet mingled with the conversation and laughter — Dizzy Gillespie provided the soundtrack to a slow six-way seduction.

"Mr. Black, can I interest you in participating in an experiment?" Mrs. James asked. She took a larger than normal sip of her martini, letting the elixir slip slowly down her throat.

"Why yes Mrs. James," he said. "Men of science can never get enough of that kind of thing, looking into the new, the different." 

He glanced at Mrs. Davis when he said it, her eyes flaring for a split second, her face registering excitement tempered by uncertainty.

Mrs. James caught her eye and nodded at her friend. Mrs. Davis's eyes flared again, with even more excitement. She blushed as she stood up from the brown leather couch, straightening her little dress nervously.

"It seems we have a volunteer," Mrs. James said. "If you'd both disrobe please, we can proceed."

Mrs. Davis had less to take off, so she let Mr. Black get a head start on her while she watched. There was also the state of her nerves — this would be her first foray into any kind of recreational sex outside of her bedroom. She and her husband had had a very normal 'white bread' sex life. Married for a little over twenty years, they did the usual in bed — missionary, girl on top, oral on special occasions. She had been taken from behind, doggie style, only once, before she was married. She loved it, and the hazy memory of it sometimes came back to her, but she always felt awkward bringing it up to her husband, so she never did.

At a 'girls day out' of shopping and lunch two weeks before, she had gotten her good friend Mrs. James to break her silence about what had happened that day at Mr. Black's experiment, and also what had happened at the James household during the birthday celebration. She was shocked but intrigued, and as the conversation between the two women went on that day she knew her own sex life had to improve.

That night, as she made love to her husband, she took the top position. Unlike their routine however, she sat up and rode him like a cowgirl. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of her big tits bouncing freely, and when her husband's hands came up and took hold of the wildly flailing orbs she lost her mind in the best orgasm of her life. New was indeed better.

In the two weeks leading up to the party at the James', she had discussed things with her husband they had never talked about before, and tried things they had never tried before. It was a whirlwind of nightly sex and frank discussions about fantasies. She was very nervous when she brought up the subject of having sex with other people, but her husband surprised her when he told her of his fantasy of watching another man fuck her. It took a few days to process her thoughts. As that was happening Mrs. James told her of her desire to invite Mr. Black to a party to celebrate his paper being published. Mrs. Davis knew she wanted to be there. It was a deep feeling that she couldn't seem to regulate. Instinct, she guessed.

The lights in the James' living room were low, and Miles Davis's Kind Of Blue was on the stereo as Mr. Black's shirt came off. Mrs. Davis couldn't quite believe the enormity of his powerful chest and shoulders, his smooth, dark, almost black skin so different from her husbands thin, pale body. As Mr. Black's hands went to his belt, Mrs. James stocking covered toe touched Mrs. Davis's leg, reminding her it was time to get on with it.

She nervously reached behind herself, lowered the zipper on her little dress, and let the blue fabric loosen it's grip on her petite, curvy body. She looked down at her tits, much more visible from above with the dress loose, and a shot of warm air exhaled through her nose. As Mr. Black's nicely pressed pants came off, revealing the massive lump in his silk boxer shorts, she swooped the dress off her shoulder and let it fall, guided down by her trembling hand.

Mrs. James took the dress from her, smoothing it over the arm of the big leather couch as Mrs. Davis stood nervously. Wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings and lacy panties, her body was on display as never before. Her tits looked fairly massive out in the open, too big for her short stature but balanced reasonably well by her full, round ass and voluptuous belly. It was a smooth voluptuousness, with no fat rolls to grab the eye and disrupt the flow of her womanly curves. Most eye grabbing at the moment were the goosebumps that seemed to cover every inch of her, and the huge three-inch diameter areolas framing rock hard nipples that stuck out nearly an inch. For a small woman she certainly sported magnificent breasts.

Mr. Black took notice, and when he nonchalantly removed his boxer shorts his cock was rising, the massive shaft as big around as her lovely areolas and twice as long as her husbands.

"Good Lord!" Mrs. Davis said under her breath.

"You can leave your stockings on dear," Mrs. James said to her friend, gesturing to the panties she still needed to remove.

She took them off and Mrs. James took them from her, putting them to her nose and inhaling their scent deeply. Mrs. Davis was shocked as she watched it happen, and more so when they got passed around, everyone inhaling her scent into their lungs.

"Very sweet," Jayla said in her thick French-Canadian accent after her sniff, kissing the air in Mrs. Davis's direction.

Mrs. Davis felt like she was deep into a dream. Standing with her body on full display in front of a group of people who were sniffing her panties as they sipped cocktails and listened to jazz — it was beyond extraordinary.

"Mrs. Davis, please focus on Mr. Black and tell us your feelings, your instincts," Mrs. James said with a smirky smile.

Mr. Black was delighted with how Mrs. James had turned the tables on his experiments, and he stood silently, his cock almost fully engorged but lowered a bit from the nearly erect state it was in when Mrs. Davis removed her dress.

"My feelings? Is this how it was?" Mrs. Davis said to Mrs, James. "My goodness, be careful what you wish for I guess." She turned to face Mr. Black, who was standing with perfect posture, his hands clasped loosely behind his ass. "My Feelings. I'm quite astonished at my colleague's physique, truth be told. I've seen him clothed so many times. So handsome always, in the halls of the school. Polite. A gentleman of the first order. Now, stripped bare, I see that he's...a specimen worthy of further study," she giggled. "Does that sound scientific enough? It is rather fun, keeping this scientific, isn't it?"

She smiled at her husband on the big couch, and noticed for the first time Jayla's hand on his thigh. The tiny wisp of a dress was barely covering the woman's long brown legs, smooth and sleek even without stockings.

"Mr. Black, your feelings please," Mrs. James said.

"A specimen worthy of further study...I'd have to agree with that, speaking of Mrs. Davis of course. Her arousal is quite delightful. I had know idea her breasts were as wonderful as I now know them to be. I'm afraid Mrs. Davis, your clothes will never again be able to hide them from my mind's eye."

"Please Mrs. Davis," Mrs. James said with a smirk, "would you act out whatever instincts you have, in the interest of science and education of course." 

"Yes, well, my instinct is to be a filthy girl in front of everybody, more so than I ever thought I would. My husband and I just discovered...well, may I show you Mr. Black?"

She took his hand and positioned him on his back on the thick oriental rug, swung her leg over his head, lowered her pussy to his mouth and took his monster cock in both her hands. As the first pleasure wave washed over her from the big man's tongue, her body responded by lowering as if in slow motion until the huge cock filled her moaning, salivating mouth. Right there in the middle of her best friend's living room floor, with four fully-clothed people watching, Mrs. Davis slowly lost her mind.

Mr. Black's tongue was extraordinarily well practiced, driving Mrs. Davis to uncharted territory as she savored the taste and feeling of a big cock filling her mouth beyond belief. There was no possibility of her taking the whole thing, she wasn't even a beginner deep-throat artist, but she stuffed all she could of the huge thing into her ravenous mouth, taking it at every angle she could think of, her stringy saliva coating the thick brown shaft to its base, where both her hands were hard at work on the lower five or six inches.

"Ffuucck!" she squealed as her pleasure wave built.

Her back arched as she said it, raising her up into a spasming orgasm. Both her hands stroked the big cock until her brain dissolved and she lost all motor control, Mr. Black taking her on a soaring, mile-high ride into a new world.

On the couch things had shifted a bit. Mr. Davis was kissing Mrs. James, his hand squeezing the big tits that were spilling out of her dress, hard nipples now on display. Jayla's attention had gone to Mr. James, who's hand was under the wispy fabric of her dress, putting the lower half of her on display and answering the underwear question once and for all — there was none.

"Fuck me with your suit on baby," Jayla said to him.

She took out his cock and straddled him, whisking the diaphanous dress off over her head as she settled down on his hardness.

As Mrs. Davis's mind came back into focus she saw the scene — her husband's cock in her best friend's mouth, and Mr. James being fucked by an insanely sexy black woman. She knew her life had changed. She also knew she needed to have Mr. Black's rock-hard cock inside her. Without really knowing how it happened she was on her knees, facing the orgy on the couch, with a cock bigger and harder than any she'd ever imagined cleaving open her insides. 

Once again lost in a swirling, mind-altering reality, she started to cum when the massive thing was only halfway inside her. Her body jerked and her eyes rolled, Mr. Black holding her in position with his powerful hands on her hips. A seemingly never ending, chain-reaction orgasm wracked her womanly body as his deliciously smooth thrusting took him closer to her core. Way way down, deep inside the petite woman, the big head of the slippery cock was touching her very soul.

It all happened so quickly and overwhelmingly she hadn't made much of a sound, just gurgling breaths that sounded like they were forced out of her as the big cock displaced her organs. Of course it wasn't such a violent, medically impossible thing, but it was ridiculously carnal and almost animal in its intensity. The big man fucked the little woman for all she was worth, and she loved every second of it.

Finally, in the midst of yet another wave of orgasm, she started to scream. There were no intelligible words, just a stream of loud, guttural vocalizations. Mr. Davis was stripped and ready to fuck Mrs. James in her favorite position bent over the back of the couch, but his wife's wails stopped them and they watched in fascination as she was fucked senseless on the floor.

After a few moments observing the scene, Mr. Davis slipped his nice cock into his wife's best friend and tried to give as good as Mr. Black was. Mrs. James eyes rolled as his hands found her pendulous tits.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Jayla said with a chuckley laugh as she rode Mr. James hard amid the debauchery. 

Mrs. James was thrilled at how her first attempt at throwing a 'sex party' was going. She had a strange and wonderful cock in her, one that belonged to a man she had long found attractive. She was watching her husband fuck an exotic beauty, his shirt open as the sexy woman ground her bare pussy on him. And best of all, her best friend was getting ripped to shreds, in the most pleasurable kind of way, by the massive black cock both of them dreamt about. Mr. Black had certainly brought excitement into the James' household.

When Mrs. Davis's never-ending multiple orgasms finally burned themselves out she was a mess. Limp and barely able to control her movements, she somehow was able to turn the tables and suck on the big cock that had ravaged her. Still reeling from the intensity of pleasure she had never known before, with her hair stuck to her sweaty face, she slobbered up the brown popsicle, worshiping it like it was something otherworldly.

Her husband's doggie style fuck with Mrs. James didn't last long, the poor guy overwhelmed by his first 'swinger' sex. Mrs. James loved the effort but was unsatisfied, so she boldly walked around the couch and mounted Mr. Black as he lay on the thick oriental rug. She had longed to be filled again by the big cock ever since her birthday, and she sunk down on it with a deep moan. The intensity of the birthday experience rushed back to her and an orgasm Mr. Davis had primed washed over her like a warm wave.

As she was riding the monster things switch up on the couch. Mr. James took Mrs. Davis doggie style over the back of the couch, and Mr. Davis buried his head in Jayla's sweet tasting pussy. The music had switched up too — a different, flowing, rhythmic vibe was in the air courtesy of Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto. The smooth Latin rhythms seemed to float through the room, elevating the glorious sex to an even higher plane.

Later in the night the wonderful orgy of delights ended with the three women on the couch, entwined in the first 'same sex' experience of the two older women's lives, guided by the very experienced Jayla. They all took each other to wonderful, beautiful orgasms to cap off the evening as the three men sat and watched, sipping their cocktails. It was truly a magical night.

"Here's to instinct, research, and learning new things," Mrs. James said raising her glass for a toast. "Life is such a wonderful thing, it would be a shame if we didn't explore the new, the strange."

"Hear hear!" the others all said, raising their glasses. "To education!"