7 comments/ 20837 views/ 0 favorites Smart Fuck By: MaryAnn678 All the barfly's heads turned and all conversations stopped when Dr. Margo Svensen-Barnes walked into the rustic but chic hotel bar. Young female single guests, as was Dr. Svensen-Barnes, often turned heads and stopped idle talk. She was one of a series of women who came in here alone, met a handsome dude, had a few drinks, danced a few slow numbers, and disappeared into the hotel. Every barfly understood she was off limits to them, but the vicarious thrill of watching the action was the highlight they had come to witness. Some were young and beautiful, but this one was something else again. As she bounced along in a red skirt and white blouse with a generous amount of cleavage, she resembled a high school cheer leader more than she resembled a grown woman waiting for her lover. Margie, her chosen nickname, was used to attention, but not this type. She made her way to the end of the bar where she took a seat on what the barflies called the fuck stool. It was the farthermost stool at the far end of the bar. That's where women awaiting their lovers sat. Margie had been told that and she knew she was being watched. She thought, "Oh god I hope he's on time. I don't want to do something gauche, like throw up," The veteran bartender had seen them all for a number of years, but this one was the best of the bunch. He regained control long enough to ask, "What will it be maam? She had been told to show off a bit, as would a classy lady on a lark, "A glass of 2006 Chateau Montelena estate Cabernet Sauvignon please." If she was going to emulate an alley cat later, she would first drown her butterflies with good booze. She hoped that cabernet sauvignon was good stuff. For all her knowledge she knew little about wine. The bartender was impressed, but not enough to jeopardize his job. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask for an ID maam." She smiled up at him, even leaned forward to give him a better look down her cleavage and answered, "Of course." Then she showed him her driver's license. Surely this young kid couldn't be twenty-four! He'd have to have more verification, but he hoped he could keep her in the joint. A good show by one of the special guests kept the bar filled and the tips coming. And this one was just so sexy. Whatever she was up to figured to be exciting. But, business was business and no excuses were allowed, "Maam I'm sorry but I'll need to see another ID. I'm afraid it's the law." Oh hell! She had practiced her role so much, and wanted the evening to go perfectly. And if she couldn't convince him she was an adult she might have to show her card from the Jet Propulsion Laboratory. Could he even believe a little girl in a ponytail had a doctorate in astrophysicist? Having both beauty and a brain could be such a pain, especially when she had stepped out of character and changed her white smock for a bouncy skirt and blouse. Just as Margo started to rummage through her purse for the card embossed with the seal of the National Air and Space Administration, an authoritative voice interceded. "Dammit Henry, stop heckling the young lady. She's twenty-four years old, and , my date for the evening. Now bring her the fancy wine so I can go about my business of seducing her." It came from a tall buff dude who had quietly slipped in and was watching this evening's sex partner from a few stools away. Oh the incongruity! A mixture of wanton sex, a scientist of things in outer space, and a buff lover with a sense of humor! It was more than Margo could handle. She broke into giggles nearly falling off her stool. As for Henry, he had a story he would tell for years, if only he knew whom he was dealing with. But first he scurried off to fetch the drink. The newcomer gave her a smile as broad as his shoulders. He leaned over and asked, "Little nervous are we, young lady?" "I was when I came in, all dolled up like a high school trollop, but this takes the cake. You broke the spell for nervousness, and I'm all agog for what comes next." Then she held out her hand and said, "Oh I'm Margie, and you're the guy who's going to seduce me?" "Well, I'm Sam, and yes I am. But, let's do it right. Remember seduction implies your having some reluctance in being seduced. Please don't overdo the reluctance. A woman who can laugh at my jokes ought to make a good lover." As he was talking his eyes examined every bit of her partially covered body. . She gave him even more to see. She deliberately moved so her skirt moved higher up her thighs and a slight stretch made her boobs protrude into her cleavage even more. The wine arrived along with a shot and a beer for Sam. Sam must have been a regular in the place. He paid for the drinks and tipped the bartender a twenty. "Now get lost Henry. I have some serious business to discuss with this young lady." They sipped their drinks. Finally the young lady reminded him she was there, "Ahem! Just how does a good seduction work?" "Indeed! I think the logical first step is for us to dance slowly and rub our bodies together," The small dance floor was obviously designed for intimacy. Two other couples were sharing it -- both holding each other tight and hands moving. Taking the cue from the others, Margie moved in close, put one arm around Sam and pressed her tits against his thin shirt. She said, "Let's leave logic out of it. I'm willing to abandon it in favor of emotion now." A little dancing to nestle their bodies, then she turned her face to his, pulled his head down and gave him a quick brush across the lips. He smiled down at her and returned the kiss, this time a classic and expert French kiss. She did her part by opening her mouth slightly. Soon their tongues were playing a miniature version of the body dancing that was scheduled to come later. She moved her body against his and gave with a little gasp as she felt his hand on her ass. Only one man had ever put his hands there, and she what knew a lady was expected to do if another tried it. She did no such thing! She just moved in closer until she felt a distinct hardness in his crotch as his hand fondled her. When she backed away her face was flushed. Almost breathless she said. "Sam, I have to do something. Please wait for me. I will be right back. I promise." Then she looked him in the eye, kissed her fingers, laid them to his lips, and walked away to the lady's room. On the way she paid obeisance to the bar flies with a big smile and made her way into the loo. *** Margo's story, including her planned seduction, is an unusual one. But, then Dr. Margo Svenson-Barnes was an unusual woman. She had been born twenty-four years earlier, the daughter of a Berkeley mathematics professor, and his wife, the editor of a large magazine. Both were PhDs. The parents' most fervent hope was that little Margie, as they dubbed her, would be just be a bright, but normal, kid. They were half right. She was bright indeed. Normal children do not start talking in complete sentences at age two. Nor do they start reading adult books before they are four. Indeed, Margie started reading before she was strong enough to hold any of her favorite tomes, a volume of the Encyclopaedia Brittanica. Rather than sitting in front of the boob tube, she would more likely be found lying on the floor turning the pages of the huge volume. When questioned on it she seemed to have memorized it. At the rate she was going she would always know more than any of her teachers. Her mom pulled some strings and got the producers of Jeopardy to give her the preliminary test for the children's annual contest. She aced it. Then she took the preliminary test for adults. Again she aced it with a score higher than Ken Jennings had made on his audition. She was never offered a spot on the show. Nobody would believe a little kid could know that much. The doctors Barnes had a super genius on their hands, but they refused acknowledge the IQ test which qualified her for the Triple Nine Club. They knew a public school could not be where their child would matriculate. Two loving, educated, and bright parents would teach the kid at home, and the world of academia was anxious to help them The University of California had just such a program, complete with tests designed for standard textbooks and the curriculum for each grade. Margie aced them years earlier than other children her age. In addition, her mom and dad tried to teach her how to act normal. As elated as the parents were as having a super smart kid, they also determined to imbue her with common sense to keep her from being considered a freak. It was successful only to a point. When some of her little friends giggled and showed her the fixins of anatomically correct dolls, Margie gave them the scientifically correct names for what they called Barbie and Ken's titties, peters, and pee pee holes. Five-year-olds would go home after playing with Margie intending to talk about milk ducts, aureoles, penises, vaginas and labia. Fortunately for their own well being none remembered such words long enough to get in trouble. Margie's abilities to learn astounded the professors, as they lined up to both teach her and to try to figure out just what her brain was capable of. One compared her to a computer with an infinite amount of free space where knowledge stayed in her brain waiting to be called up on a moment's notice. Her only problem was staying normal, and that was because she was simply out of step with other students. When most girls were struggling with algebra they were also learning how to deal with menstruation. Margie confronted algebra when she was seven, long before she developed "up there." She continued and got a perfect score on every test en route to calculus via trigonometry. She graduated at age twelve. The only questions missed were those where she extrapolated items from the textbook and got logically right answers on a new level. Moving away to college was out of the question. Socially she would be far behind her more experienced classmates in the school of life as learned from their interactive socially activities. She entered UC Berkeley where Dad was part of the faculty. Margo graduated summa cum laude at fifteen with two majors, bachelors of science in biology and physics. Her post graduate education was assured when Cal Tech came a'running. Her dad made arrangements with the doctors Joseph and Harriet Gladstone, a professor and his wife at Cal Tech to house their daughter and watch out for her. Again Margie aced the courses and ere long was assigned a mentor for her post graduate work. Harriett Gladstone the professor's wife was a gynecologist. Aunt Harriet, as Margie called her, not only watched out for the prodigy, she included a comprehensive tutoring in sex, including orgasms, erogenous zones, menstrual cycles, and how they all worked together to populate the earth. For the first time the girl's curiosity went beyond mere curiosity. These things weren't something happening billions of light years away. As she grew she could feel them in her body, and most of the things she felt, felt good. Harriett knew the kid was masturbating but accepted it without question. It was part of the normality her parents wanted. When Margies's questions dealt with things beyond staid facts, Aunt Harriet patiently tried to explain the excitement of an erotic feeling. She knew the young scientist couldn't quite comprehend the feelings of utter bliss but she would recognize it and welcome it, not fear the unknown. Her mentor Dr. Charles Barnes saw an extremely intelligent and extremely vibrant woman, albeit one some twenty-five younger than he was. Margie adored him. By the time she was awarded her PhD in astrophysics she was eighteen and eager to finally do what many girls her age had been doing for several years. The marriage was a natural. The ceremony was a secular one of course. Both had peered far into space, so far the distance had to be counted in light years, billions of light years. Never did either see evidence of a creator. The ceremony was performed by her dad who also "gave her away." Margie indeed adored her husband, but was more interested in the events which would take place in their bridal suite. She would not be disappointed. Like his bride, Charles was immersed in American intelligentsia. He strove to learn everything about everything. That included sex where his experiences far exceed those of young Margie. He had been married, divorced, and had been a "very popular" man with women both on campus and at the Goddard Space Center where in addition to his duties at Cal Tech, he was one of the leading scientists. When they crossed the threshold of their new home only one of them was confident of what lay ahead. The other, bolstered by her aunt's teaching, was hopeful and very curious. What would actual fucking be like? First as is often the case, fucking involved liquor, something she'd seldom tasted. But both the bride and groom agreed it would be appropriate for their first night together. He had a bottle of Champagne on ice in the bed room, right there beside the big, bed he purchased for the occasion. As always Margie was curious but this curiosity could not be satisfied by reading. Some things have to be experienced. Charles figured a couple glasses of the bubbly ought to chase away the bugaboos of first-time sex. Of course Margie's mind had no need for bugaboos or hang-ups of any sort. She simply recognized that there were some things she hadn't learned or experienced yet. Sipping three glasses of Champagne in an hour or so while she and her husband were alternately kissing, hugging, and dancing. Then, in the big bed, clad in a brief, nearly transparent negligee, her education about sex continued. Charles put one arm around her and pulled her to him and kissed her. When she felt his tongue on her lips she opened her mouth and felt her first French kiss. Charles' other hand moved to the soft, tender skin on the inside of her thigh. She moved her legs apart just like Aunt Harriet told her. It was a fun game at first. Then it became serious when he moved to her vagina and moved up and down the lips of it, then inside, gently. It felt as good it had when as she did it herself. But it was different, much different. The young lady scientist was just getting used to a foreign pair of hands creating the same passion she'd done herself. Soon her brand new husband pulled her bodice down and buried his face between her breasts. Margie had no instructions on what to do next so she improvised. With the only pair of hand unoccupied in the room she held her titties against her husband's head. Soon her deflowering became a medley of tongues, hands, sighs, and moans. She wasn't surprised when he moved his face down her body, then under her nightie. Her legs were still apart when Charles dived in. This was new! Margie inferred that Aunt Harriet had never had that done. At least she had skipped that part of her indoctrination. What a thing to miss! Wet tongue on wet clitoris, then wet tongue in her vagina! Any decorum left went out the window. The young bride became a wanton whore, at least in her own mind. The young astrophysicist saw more exploding galaxies than she'd seen through a telescope. "Oh my god Charles. Ohhh god that's amazing. Yes, push it up there farther. Farther Farther Farther!" Then she started a low moan "ooooh oooooh ooooh." Just before the explosion Charles moved on top. "Raise your ass and guide me in my darling bride," he said. Aunt Harriet had told her about this! Soon she felt it. A sharp pain that grew sharper as he moved inside her. Then it was as far as it could go. Charles said, "OKay love hold it tight for a couple seconds." They did. The pain subsided as her body accommodated his. Another kiss and he withdrew a bit. In return she pulled back. Things were getting exciting now. This time they pushed together. Soon Margie followed the instincts honed by billions of years of evolution, and broke away. She wrapped her legs around him and gave him a fucking as wild as a horny housewife with her clandestine lover in the back seat of a car. There was no "Eureka" moment when she discovered the utter bliss of fucking. It simply built to one tremendous climax after the other. They were so powerful she was crying. Charles managed to add a bit more euphoria. While they were still joined and threshing madly he said, "Now, love, it's my turn. Look at us in the mirror as I finish." And what a sight it was! Her husband held her head in one hand as he pounded her. Then he moved his legs outside hers and made it very tight. Now his long, powerful strokes became short quick ones. Suddenly he lunged, held her tight and said, "Oh God Margie I'm cumming." And did he ever! The climax put an exclamation point on the word "fuck!" Margie wasn't sure if she came or, if the climax was just an extension of one long orgasm. Whatever it was, she wanted more, but she also wanted to share the experience with a person she had learned to trust and to confide in. The next week she went "home" to her guardians at Cal Tech. "Aunt Harriet, is it always like that," she asked? Harriet smiled and asked, "Did you have an orgasm the first time Margie?" "Oh my god yes. I was screaming and crying and everything. I never felt like that, not even when we saw the images from the Hubble telescope the first time." "Well, you know, scientists don't know everything, but scientist or not, you joined a select group of women who actually achieved that nirvana the first time.. The oft repeated phrase from the obstinate naysayers of science brought a smile from the young woman who was so excited about losing her virginity. "And like star gazing, you will learn new aspects of this wonderfully exciting thing the rest of your life. Savor it and keep it." The gynecologist knew she had met the perfect disciple for understanding the vagaries of sex. She asked, "Did Charles go down on you?" "You mean did he put his mouth down there?" "Yes dear." Margie actually blushed. Then she smiled and nodded her head. "I didn't know something could feel so . . . uh so strange and yet so good." "Well young lady I know . . . uh, I am sure your husband was very good at it. Soon he'll be asking you to reciprocate." "Yes I've heard that's what's expected. What will I do when he . . .uh, when he ejaculates?" "Your choice my dear. I learned early that it is less gauche to just swallow it. And believe me, Charles will love you whether you do or not, but more if you do." "Does it taste as terrible as it looks?" "Let's just say it's an acquired taste but I know you will like the entire experience." And she did. Charles brought it up within a week and was astounded at what a quick learner his wife was. She went down him, just like Aunt Harriet told him. She also looked up at him as he moved in rhythm to the movements of her mouth. And when it happened, she held his balls as he unloaded. She smiled, held it and made a distinct gulping sound. She had done it.! Married life was wonderful for the two scientists. Charles realized he had not only a brilliant young wife, but one who was the most passionate woman he'd ever been with. She was comfortable with astronomy which was one of the few things which could be a challenge to her, and she was comfortable with a husband who seemed to come up with a new exiting thing every day. One night after a not session, Charles said, "Margie, darling, you give the best blow job ever." She replied, "I'm so fortunate to have such an active libido, but what did I miss by practically skipping childhood and adolescence? Most girls have sex before finishing high school, and years before you and I were married. I know it had to be, but I wonder what it was like to be a teenager and flirting and letting guys go to first base, then, on another date, second base. That was an experience. I think it would have been neat to do things like that." Smart Fuck Then, shortly after she turned twenty-two, they decided to have a child. Everything stayed the same except she stopped taking birth control pills. But, after another year, nothing happened. They tried several things, abstaining (which was difficult) until the date when she figured to be most likely to conceive. Still nothing. Finally, Margo visited a specialist. Everything tested normal. Charles visited a urologist. It turned out that this most virile of men was sterile. That was their first real disappointment of the marriage. Margie tried to console her husband. "I know what the tests are darling, but I know what you do for me, and there just can't be a better man in the universe, and I've searched you know?" They considered their options. Adoption would be great. There were many kids without parents for one reason or another. But Margie felt that accepting one would be tantamount to rejecting all the others. She had had her heart set on carrying a child inside her for nine months. The urologist suggested artificial insemination with an anonymous donor, but one who had been selected for many of the same characteristics of Charles. Charles and Margie were given the name of an advisor for a group which arranged for donors. Angelina was her name. She said, "You will be able to select from several men who come close to your husband's looks, intellect, and physical characteristics. Each will also be tested for STD, and other communicable diseases. You will be able to examine all data including traits, nationality and health history, and make your choice. It's all carefully done and as fool proof as science can make it." Neither Margie nor Charles said a word. They glanced at each other. Margie asked Charles, "What do you think darling?" Charles was tempted to say, "My god! Cows and horses have more passion in procreating by artificial insemination." Margie added, "It's so sterile, and so . . . . so, oh god I don't know what." Tears welled up in her eyes. Angelina had heard it before. "There is another option, but it is a difficult one to choose, especially for a woman who still has a husband." Both looked her and answered, "What?" Angelina knew her answer might well spark an indignant reply, but, it also sometimes was met with enthusiasm. "A personal meeting can sometimes be arranged." Charles asked, "Would that mean actual sexual intercourse between my wife and a complete stranger." Then he looked closely at Margie to see her reaction. Was that a flicker of interest, not revulsion, he saw? Angelina tried to explain. "Yes that's exactly what it does mean. It also means there must be complete acceptance on the part of both of you before we even consider it. To make it work we will go the extra mile. We can arrange a meeting in a discreet hotel far from home. In fact it's far from most people's home, in a small town upstate New York. Any details can be worked out. Now, please think it over and let me know how we can proceed." That night Charles brought the subject up again. "Darling," he said. "If you can do it, I want you to know I'm all for it. And as for the method of implanting the seed, I think the closer it is to the natural way, the better. Then when it happens we will rear the child as if he is my biological progeny." Margie looked long and hard at her husband, "But you know me. My erogenous zone is my entire body plus the surrounding ten feet. What if I lose control and get off on the experience?" "You'd just be experiencing what most everybody over forty fantasies about, except you'd be about sixteen years early. All men and many women fantasize about doing it with strangers. Something hardwired into our genes by evolution, my biology colleagues tell me." "You fantasize?" "I hardly need to, Margie. I was married and had many close girlfriends. Actually one liked to 'show off' for me with other guys. That set my libido to roaring." "You watched her?" "Yes." "How did she feel about that?" "She said knowing I had an ejaculation from watching made a hot affair even hotter. It is something to consider, but if you do it please don't do it half assed. Go at it with gusto. Use your imagination and forget you're a scientist for one night. Be a slut if you wish." Margie's heart was starting to pound. "How about a teenager? I look like one anyhow." Charles' heart was also pounding. "God Margie, I''m getting excited thinking about it. Let's do it and let's share the experience. We sometimes feel plagued with our super brains. Let's use them and make this a stupendous experience. Without further ado Margie and Charles both got on the phone together and called Angelina. They told her to proceed in lining up a donor for natural insemination. The next day Margie went shopping and bought herself a cheerleaders outfit. A little self consciously she explained to the clerk, "It's for a costume party." A month after that she and her husband checked into a small classy hotel in the Adirondacks. The reserved two rooms and moved into one. That night Margie donned her cheerleader outfit, checked herself in the mirror, and smiled at herself looking back. Her husband came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. "You look lovely dear. Be sure to have at least one drink, wine ought to do it. Have fun darling and come back knocked up. We both want it." Margie gave him a quick peck on the cheek careful so as not to smudge her makeup. "I love you darling. More than ever," she said. "And if your cell phone rings turn it on but don't answer." Then she bounced out the door just like a teenage cheerleader. * * * When Margie walked away from Sam and headed for the loo she reflected that things were going even better than she'd anticipated. She was indeed attracted to Sam and he was obviously attracted to her. She remembered advice from Aunt Harriett. "Remember Margie, making love is not theoretical science as is astrophysics. Forget the scientific method and rely on your wiles. Let him feel a bare ass and he'll be yours for the night." When Aunt Harriett was giving the advice she was talking about pleasing Charles, but it might work on Sam as well. Margie slipped off her panties, and walked out of the bathroom. Again she bounded like a teenager back past the bar and onto the dance floor. Sam was waiting and a little surprised she returned so fast. But not too surprised, after all the end result of his date had been assured, or so he assumed. He was going to fuck this young lady. They resumed dancing with Margie close to Sam's hard body. Margie left no doubt of her intentions when she returned the kiss. Again the kiss became a wet one. Margie felt his erection pressing against her. Then she felt his hands move down. When they reached her ass and he realized there was nothing but a thin layer of cheerleader's skirt between his hand and her ass, he grinned. "Going to make each other hot are we?" Margie rubbed against his cock. In about any bar such blatant acts would have caused them to be evicted, but in this place was designed for just such antics. It had it's own reason for being, and it wasn't the outdoor scenery. The lights were dim,. so dim the bar flies had moved closer to see the action. Other couples, apparently there for the same reason were also shamelessly fondling and caressing each other. Soon Sam and Margie weren't even dancing. during one of his kisses he moved one hand to the front and groped under her skirt. As she felt his fingers reach her vulva she started moving to the rhythm of his fingers. Soon she was breathing hard the moment of ecstasy neared. as she started to lose control. She was shaking violently as she had her first orgasm of the evening When the shaking stopped Sam asked, "Whenwe get to the room how do you want to do it Margie?," "How about cunnilingus until I start to orgasm then get on top and put it in all the way. We can hold it still for a few seconds until we get adjusted to it. Then hard, very hard and fast. I'm orgasmic and will get off in a hurry. After that enjoy yourself." Sam wondered who he had got hold of. This young girl, who looked scarcely old enough to vote, had planned everything down almost to the stroke. Furthermore she got it all out while moving her hips as if she were ready to cum again any minute. What on earth was she anyhow? He didn't think to guess an astrophysicist. He did think to hint at something extra. After all he was part of the scheme too. "I will enjoy myself more if I last longer. With a beginning as you describe I'll get off before you." She didn't hesitate, "Suppose we make the big one the second one, with an interlude for fellatio? Now it was time for his heart to skip a beat in anticipation. He took her hand and led her up one flight then to room 209. In 207 Charles was trying to concentrate on a baseball game between someone and someone else. "God, how is she doing?" he wondered. The anxious lovers with a purpose went into the room next door. Despite the recent passion in public, alone both were a bit hesitant. Then almost as if on a honeymoon, Sam broke the ice. He took his young lover into his arms and the lovemaking continued. This time as if to emphasize there would be no last minute hesitation, Margie backed off and pulled her jumper over her head. Then while smiling up at her lover, off came her half bra. She made a show of kicking off her sandals. Her skirt soon fell to the floor and she was ready. Almost! "Now, your turn, everything off while I do something" She walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot water faucet and let it run until it was hot, far too hot to try to drink." Then she came back, sat down on the bed, pulled Sam to her. "Now let's take care of any premature ejaculation my handsome lover with the big penis." Clothes were removed. Soon Sam looked down at his naked lover and reflected that dressed as a cheerleader she was lovely. Naked she was absolutely stunning. He moved to stand in front of her. "I know we're doing this to get to the real thing Margie, but let's not simply rush through it to get to the important stuff." Margie answered, "Au contraire. My mentor in things sexual told me that one should rush nothing but the last few seconds. She also told me that for it to be hot for me I should make it especially hot for yourself." Then she gave Sam a huge smile and glanced at the glass of hot water. Then she commenced to give him the best blow job he ever had. She held him by the hips and pulled him close. She gave him what her husband called an angel kiss by moving her tongue lightly over all of his sexual organs.. When he responded she took him in her mouth and squeezed, not hard enough to be painful, but hard enough for him to feel. "Oh my god darling. That is awesome. Absolutely wonderful." Sam began moving. Now she attacked his erection with a tight mouth and moving tongue. She retrieved the condom and slipped it over her finger. While never missing a beat in the blow job itself she slid her finger up to his rosette. She probed gently. He shoved it back at her with a bit of force. She took a mouthful of the water, now tolerable, and pushed with his finger. When Sam groaned "ooooh" she shoved her finger inside his ass and slid her mouth over his cock. Some of the hot water ran down his leg but he didn't complain. The water did it. He held her head, gave with a few strokes, and let it fly. She had finished him off in less than two minutes but all he could say was, "My God woman what a thrill. Are you that good at fucking?" "I hope so. Let's snuggle until you recover." Soon the tall, buff thirty something guy and the young scientist were lying close together recovering with their preliminary venture into adultery.. "Margie," he asked? "Yes." "I know you don't have to answer any questions and don't if it's too personal. But am I really your second man." "Margie paused a long time, then, "Yes the only other was my husband." "He's not able to get you pregnant?: She moved it close, "Right, but you are going to do that in a few minutes." Sam then got to the question which had been bothering him, "I know special attention was paid to my intelligence tests, so I'm sure you and your husband are as well. How smart are you." "I'm elgible for the TripleNine Society (highest out of a thousand) , but never joined." He asked, "Scientist?" She nodded. "What field? She fondled his erect penis. "Let's make a baby." "You going to tell your husband about this?" She gave him a teen age type giggle, and said, "Nope I'll let him listen. He is somewhat of a voyeur." Margie then retrieved her call phone, dialed her husband on speed dial, and laid the phone on the bed beside themselves. She said, "Sam, let's do it." Charles, next door, undid his trousers and reached down inside them. He was as hot as Sam next door. He listened as the bodies changed position, but he could infer what was happening. Then, "Oh god Margie, oooh god you're beautiful." The subtle sounds of bodies moving and his wife's murmur, "Oh god Sam, that feels so good. . . yes, yes right there. . .. oh god yes. Push it up inside me. " More shuffling as if someone had wrapped her legs around someone else's neck. Then the unmistakable sound of two bodies threshing. This was followed by his wife's plea. "Sam, I want it. Put a baby in me." More shuffling was followed by another plea from Margie, "Yes, that's it put it in. . . . ohhh god that's wonderful . . . all the way darling, all the way in my cunt." "Cunt," Charles thought. "One of the world's top scientists is acting like a wanton whore." Charles envious but smiling thought, "oh Margie has done it! She is getting a hot dose of what she missed as a teener. And her middle-aged lover was getting his own dose of he hots as well. "My God Margie, You are the most beautiful woman I ever fucked." "Then fuck me, lover. I want to remember it forever." There wasn't much conversation for a while, just grunts, moans, whimpering while two bodies slapped together. Margie was getting the fucking Charles told her she deserved. Then Charles heard, "Oh darling Sam, I can see us in the mirror on the ceiling, your body covering mine. I can see your cock go into my cunt in the mirror alongside our bed. Most of all darling I see your face as we make love, hot love. "Look at me, Sam, Look at me! I'm cumming and I want you to see me, and fuck me hard, brutally hard." Now all that could be heard on the phone was the hard slapping of two bodies. That didn't last long. The two lovers almost screamed in unison as the climax came to the climax. Sam: "oh my god my god my god" followed by Margie's "Yes yes ooooh god I feel it I feel it. You just put a baby in me." In the next room a 46-year-old scientist raised his ass off the bed as he shot a stream into the air. It made quite a mess, but he had experienced something only a few men allow themselves, and he wasn't quite sure what. Then quiet in 207 and 209. Followed by a whisper, "That was fantastic." In a few minutes Charles heard a stirring as of two bodies getting dressed. Then Sam's voice, "I guess I'd better go." "Yes," came the reply. "Did i say 'I love you?" "No." "I do, sort of. At least I will always remember you." "And, if I did put a baby in there you will have something to remember me by." "No, That will be a boy named Charles, and he will always belong to his daddy, also named Charles. A minute later Charles, the elder, heard the door close and the telephone go dead. About nine months later an international airline pilot named Sam was flying, to New York to pick up a flight to London. As he was idly browsing through a magazine when he saw a picture of a woman he knew. Underneath was a caption. A NEW STAR IN AN ASTROPHYSIST HOME. Drs. Charles and Margo Svenson-Barnes have a new son, and probably a new scientist is born.